A/N:- Well it has been an eventful week for me but I managed to get this chapter finished. It was a slow starter but picked up as soon as I had what I wanted (plus its long, the longest I've ever done). Hope you enjoy it.

I own nothing still.

It had only been three days since Blaine had arrived in Washington to visit his parents but it felt more like a month. He missed Kurt so much his heart hurt. His mom had grilled him about Kurt almost as soon as he got to the house and his dad had just hugged him and asked if he was happy. Stephen Anderson was a hugger.

They had gone out to dinner the second night and Blaine had promptly asked to show them pictures of Kurt and his family. His mother had gushed over the pictures and his father had recognised Burt from a campaign for gay rights and minimum wage bill for Ohio. They had talked about his trip to Arizona and how he was doing in college. His mother had been the first to recognize Kurt after a few minutes of talking.

"Blaine honey, do you remember when you were younger and you had an imaginary friend? This boy reminds me of the description you gave."

"Mom I have to confess something. There was never an imaginary friend. I've had dreams, real dreams of Kurt since I was little. I stopped telling you about them when I was seven but they never stopped up until last month when I met Kurt for the first time. It blew me away that I had been dreaming of an actual person and not a fantasy."

"That is so….sweet, so romantic." Denyse wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Does he make you happy? I know it has only been just under two months but the way you have been talking about this Kurt…it's as if you've made up your mind about him already."

Before Blaine could respond, his father interjected with a slight frown on his face. That his son had been dreaming about a stranger most of his life was strange and maybe even a little more than out of the ordinary but Stephen focused on wanting to make sure his youngest son was being realistic.

"Son it's not that I don't want you to be happy but you say you've been dreaming about this boy all your life so are you sure that what you feel for him is real and not just something you want to be there?"

Blaine smiled. Burt and his father were similar in many ways. He looked between his parents who had been married for over thirty years. There was no denying the love they shared and it was something he wanted for himself.

"I've thought about that dad. It was a shock when I first saw Kurt and at first I was looking at him as the boy who had been in my dreams since childhood but I quickly realised that Kurt though similar in some was different and I needed to get to know the real Kurt. I'll admit that I am in love with him and I want what you have but I've also made sure that what's been happening is what both Kurt and I want."

"Well it seems that you've thought this through and you've always been a smart boy so I hope this works out for you, both of you. Plus he sounds like your ideal match anyway. Musical prodigy and speaks fluent French and Spanish? Wow."

"Yeah dad. His IQ is extremely high, triple figures. He could be anything he wanted and he wants to be a fashion designer which he's really good at it too. He'll be starting at Parson's in two months."

"So you'll both be living in New York. Close to each other?"

Stephen raised an questioning eyebrow at his son. Blaine blushed and looked away. He knew what his father was thinking.

"We didn't plan it that way dad. Yes Kurt's apartment is a few blocks away but he had chosen that apartment long before we met. I can't say that I am not happy about the situation but you'll just have to trust us dad."

After dinner they had gone back to the townhouse and nothing else was said about him and Kurt living in such close proximity to each other.

Blaine had decided he wasn't going tell his parents about the whole 'Blessed One', 'Chosen One' thing right now. He had talked it over with Kurt, Burt and Carole and they had all agreed that his parents should know but for right now Blaine would keep it to himself. His father would only give him the same lecture that Burt had and he was being careful anyway.

Kurt sat up in bed. He couldn't sleep. He missed Blaine like crazy. They had talked on the phone and texted each other but it wasn't the same. New York in July was crowded with tourists and was really hot. It was a beautiful city and Kurt was excited to explore and do everything. Today he had gone to see the memorial garden where the twin towers once stood and then taken a tour of NYADA, the college that Rachel wanted to get in to. It was impressive and he could see why it was one of the best performing arts schools. He had taken a few pictures and sent them to Rachel and Mercedes.

After NYADA he had gone immediately to Parsons. The summer program started tomorrow and he had already met some of his fellow classmates. One of the student reps was a second year Architectural Design major named Eli Craymer who had been living abroad for six years and had come back to America to study. He, Eli and three other students (two freshmen, one potential), Vikki Khan, Maria Greenford and Dylan Andrews had gone out after orientation to a nearby café and had just talked about anything and everything.

He had found out that Eli and Vikki were also gay but single. The three had traded coming out stories and they had all talked about past and present boyfriends/girlfriends. Kurt hadn't said anything about Blaine, only that he was seeing someone who was studying at NYU. He wasn't sure why to be honest. The group had talked for hours before going their separate ways, Maria, Dylan and Eli to the dorms and Vikki and Kurt to their respective apartments.

Now he was back at his new apartment on Fifth Avenue in Greenwich Village with nothing to occupy his mind and no sleep forthcoming. He picked up his phone and checked the time; 10:00 p.m. He wondered if Blaine was asleep. He had said He and his mom were going to a luncheon then the family were going to dinner at his father's old friend's penthouse in Baltimore. Kurt decided to text him anyway.

Blaine? How are things in Washington? – Kurt

Kurt put the phone back on the bedside table, got up and walked down the hall to the kitchen to get a bottle of water from the fridge. When he got back to the bedroom his phone's screen was lit up. He hurried over and opened the new message.

Everything's ok here. Dinner was the same old. What have you been up to today? – Blaine

Kurt put down the water and climbed back into bed before replying to the text. He tapped out a response and lay back against the pillows. He sighed. Since he came to New York two days after the fourth of July barbeque his family had had and parting with Blaine at the airport, he'd been lonely. Maybe he should have called Blaine instead.

Sometimes Kurt felt a little like a wife whose husband has gone to war or something with how much he had thought of and missed Blaine and it had only been around four days. He wasn't used to this feeling. If Santana or Mercedes were here they would have told him to toughen up, Mercedes would have been a bit gentler with it though. Kurt smiled at that thought and jumped when his phone started to ring. He looked at the caller I.D. before answering.

"Blaine? Is everything ok?"

"Hey baby. Don't worry, everything's fine. I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to sleep."

Sometimes it astounded him how Blaine seemed to be thinking the exact same thing as him.

"Ok you've heard my voice so are you going to hang up now?"

Blaine chuckled. "I should, shouldn't I? But no I'm not going to. So did you enjoy the Memorial Garden?"

"It was nice. I'm glad I went. The atmosphere was peaceful considering what happened at that site. The subway will take a little getting used to but it was ok. Not driving everywhere is certainly different."

"Mmm…it is. How was orientation? Did you make any prospective friends?"

"It was good, a little different to last year but good. I did meet some people, a few my age and some older. We hung out after."

"I'm glad. So from tomorrow you're going to be very busy huh? Wish I had been able to spend the past few days with you."

Blaine sighed on the other end of the line. "I miss you so much. Is that weird?"

Kurt hugged the pillow beside him and turned on his side. "If that's weird then I'm weird 'coz I miss you too. I can't wait for you to get here."

"Me either. We sound like a couple of mushy saps."

Kurt laughed and groaned playfully. "Oh my god! We do! What are we going to do?"

"Well personally I don't mind being sappy with my boyfriend but it's our little secret okay?"

Kurt's heart skipped a beat then started to race at Blaine's words. Boyfriend? Is that what he was to Blaine? His boyfriend? They hadn't really defined their relationship yet but he had been hoping that Blaine would say something. He hadn't wanted to assume anything.

"Kurt are you there?"

"I – I – I'm h – here. I…."

"Babe are you ok? You sound weird."

"I'm, I'm fine. I just…did you mean it? What you said just now? Did you mean it?"

"What that I don't mind being sappy? Yeah, sure."

"No not that. I mean about me being your boyfriend. Did you mean it?"

Blaine paused. He had been thinking about that for weeks but hadn't been sure if Kurt was ready. There was no question that he wanted Kurt to be his, he was in – love with the teen already.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend Kurt?"

Kurt needed to calm his heart or he was in danger of getting a heart attack. He took a breath.

"Yes….yes I want to be your boyfriend." He held his breath as he waited for Blaine's answer.

"Good. I've considered you my boyfriend for awhile now anyway so this just confirms it. By the way my parents want to meet you, especially my mom."

"Well it's only fair I guess as you've met my parents." Kurt yawned.

"I heard that so baby I'm going to go and let you sleep. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow. I'll call you ok?"

"Ok. Goodnight Blaine."

Kurt yawned again. It seemed he had only needed to hear Blaine's voice to soothe him to sleep.

"Goodnight sweetheart."

It had been a busy week for Kurt but thankfully they had a long weekend and Blaine would be coming back from Washington tomorrow morning. Blaine had stayed three days more than he originally planned because of a flight scare and then a conference and fundraising dinner for AALS which his father was associated with. He couldn't wait to see his boyfriend. Boyfriend. He was still on cloud nine about that.

Kurt stretched then began to gather up his things from the desk he had been occupying. Four o'clock had come around slowly. He was brought out of his reverie by a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, Kurt saw Eli Craymer. Eli was a tall, about 5ft 11 ½ in/6ft, young man with a toned body and had chocolate brown hair and eyes. He was the type of guy one would call classically handsome, one of those guys you would give a second look. Unfortunately for the twenty year old, Kurt wasn't looking and he hadn't been the only one to notice the sexy teen. He had overheard a couple of guys discussing the boy's...assets.

"Hello Eli. What's up?"

"Hey Kurt a few of us are going out to Therapy tonight. Want to join us?"

Therapy was a gay bar slash lounge in the Theatre District of Hell's Kitchen in Midtown, New York. Kurt had been invited before but had turned down the invite and he was going to do so again.

"Sorry Eli, can't. My boyfriend is coming in tomorrow morning and I want to meet him at the airport."

"Oh he's your boyfriend now? You haven't said much about this guy. Well we'll probably go again tomorrow night so bring him along if you decide to come."

Blaine got into the taxi after hanging up with his mother and leaned back with a sigh of relief. He had managed to get a flight for Friday night instead of Saturday morning. It was now twenty to five and it would take roughly half an hour to get to Greenwich Village. Taking transit would have taken over an hour and he had waited long enough. He wanted to see Kurt now.

Kurt put away the groceries he had bought from the nearby grocery store and went into his bedroom to put away his satchel and a few secret items he had bought, take off his boots and change his clothes. He had made it home in good time. He padded back into the kitchen and removed one of the strawberry yogurt pots from the fridge. He settled into the two seater black leather sofa with his yogurt and a spoon then switched on the TV to his favourite late afternoon show. It was going to be a quiet evening.

Blaine stood outside Kurt's apartment door. He had been impatient to see the blue eyed boy but now he was here he was feeling nervous which was a little ridiculous. He took a breath and knocked on the door.

Kurt looked up when at the knock on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone and he didn't know anyone in the building as of yet so he was puzzled as to who could be at his door. So much for his quiet evening in. He put a polite smile on his face and opened the door. That smile quickly turned to shock then extreme happiness.

"OH MY GOD!"

Blaine barely had time to say hello before he found his arms full of Kurt and just like that his heart was once more at ease and his body was heated. He hugged Kurt tight, buried his face in the crook of his neck. He had missed this, missed holding Kurt in his arms.

"I missed you." Blaine inhaled the sweet scent of Kurt's skin. "You smell so good, feel so good."

Kurt was feeling a little overwhelmed. Blaine was here, he was here at his apartment.

"Wauh ahr ew duh hev?"

Kurt's words were muffled by Blaine's shoulder. Blaine lifted his head and leaned back slightly.

"What was that?"

Kurt looked up into Blaine's eyes. "What are you doing here? I thought your flight was in the morning. I was going to meet you at the airport."

"It was but I managed to get a last minute flight for today. I was a little impatient to see you but if you prefer I could go back to the airport and wait until tomorrow morning for – "

Kurt hugged Blaine tighter. "No that's ok. I'm glad you're here. I missed you too. So much."

"Mmm…you going to let me in?"

"Oh, sorry. Yes come in."

"Nice." Blaine looked around the apartment. It wasn't large but it wasn't small either.

The entry hall opened up into a great room with a good sized kitchen that had every modern appliances including a washer/dryer and granite countertops and a dining area on the right. There was a cherry wood and glass dining table that could seat six with six matching cream cushioned cherry wood dining chairs.

The living room was to the left had a large high pile bright green rug on the floor on top of which there was a black leather sofa and two black leather easy chairs. The small rectangular coffee table in front of the sofa was made of glass as were the two end tables at each end of the sofa. The television was housed in an entertainment unit that also held a DVD player, surround sound system and a stereo.

Except for the kitchen, which had exposed red brick walls, all the walls were a burnt umber with white moulding. The room had a total of five windows; one window in the kitchen behind the stove, a window on either side of the television in the living room and two floor to ceiling windows in the dining area overlooking the street. The floor was pine effect laminate flooring and potted Australian spider plants had been placed throughout the room.

They came to a stop by the sofa. Blaine couldn't fully appreciate the space however as his eyes were glued to Kurt's hips and his favourite part of Kurt's body. Those khaki shorts hugged Kurt's ass, made him want to reach out and touch it, which he did.

Kurt gasped then moaned when he felt Blaine start to caress his butt. He had gone into heat the moment he had laid eyes on his boyfriend. In his excitement of seeing Blaine he had all but forgotten what date it was. Even though he had started planning a few days ago it had slipped his mind that it would be the middle of the month when Blaine got to New York.

He pushed back against the touch prompting Blaine to step in closer, pressing his rising erection against Kurt.

"Kurt turn around." Kurt turned and buried his face in Blaine's chest.

"Kurt?" Blaine looked down.

"Sorry. I just…I'm so glad you're here."

Blaine chuckled. "Then aren't you going to look at me?"

Kurt looked up and blushed at the look in Blaine's eyes. A wave of arousal washed over his body.

"Blaine…" There was a plea in Kurt's whisper.

That was it. He couldn't keep it in anymore. Leaning down he took Kurt's mouth in a heated kiss, moving his body in closer to the younger teen's. The kiss quickly turned into something more and Blaine pulled back, breaking the kiss causing Kurt to whine in disappointment even though both of them were panting for breath. He caressed the silky-smooth skin of Kurt's cheek, moved to trace the fullness of his kiss swollen lower lip.

"Why did you stop?"

"Sweetheart I need to ah cool down."

"But I don't want you cooled down, I want you to make love to me."

Blaine groaned as he squeezed his eyes closed, moved his hands to Kurt's hips. Dammit!

"Shit Kurt! Don't tease me like this. You can't say such provocative things like that please… Not when I haven't seen you, touched you, kissed you in over a week baby. Besides I don't have any….."

Blaine's words trailed off and he stopped talking at the gleam in Kurt's eye. Oh god he was in trouble wasn't he? Kurt had something up his sleeve.

"I – I have everything."

Kurt placed a hand on Blaine's arm, sending flames along his skin, heating up his blood and making his heart pound. Blaine was trying to keep hold of his fraying control. Kurt was not making this easy. The teen was way too tempting with the sexy way his face was flushed and his shy smile.

Blaine groaned. Did Kurt have any idea what he was doing to him? He knew he wasn't strong enough to resist this but he had to try. He wasn't trying to resist because he didn't want him. It was the opposite actually, he wanted him too much but he wanted to make Kurt's first time perfect, special after what had happened with the douche.

"Kurt hold on….think about this for a moment. I want your first time to be special, perfect."

"Being with you will be special Blaine and I don't need perfect, I just need you."

Kurt paused when a thought made a frown crease his brow and doubt began to creep into his eyes. Doubts he had had before coming to New York came back.

"You don't, you don't want to….be with, with me?" His voice was cracked a little.

Blaine wanted to slap himself. He hadn't meant to make Kurt feel that he didn't want him.

"Oh baby you have it all wrong. I want you so much it is killing me to say no but not only do I want it to be special for you but you know we have to be careful."

"I know you will make it special for me and you are always careful so don't say no Blaine please. I want this, I want you to make love to me."

Kurt turned the full force of his electric blue eyes on Blaine. He wanted this, he was ready for this and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Blaine knew he was fighting a losing battle and the little resistance he had was ripped to shreds when Kurt rubbed his body against his.

"Damn it Kurt!"

Blaine devoured his mouth as he groped his ass cheeks, dragging Kurt closer to him, very aware of the demands of his body. He was about to drown in the feelings Kurt brought out in him. With a low growl that Kurt would always find arousing, he lifted him up into his arms and turned towards the hall that had two doors opposite each other and one straight ahead.

"Which door?"

Blaine broke the kiss only to ask Kurt where his bedroom was, peppering his face and neck in kisses. Kurt struggled to make sense of what Blaine was asking. He drove every sane thought out of his head.

"Which door Kurt?"

Blaine asked the question again and Kurt gathered enough working brain cells to comprehend the query and answer coherently, albeit with just the one word.

"Left."

Blaine quickly opened the door on his left and went through into a spacious bedroom. He set Kurt down by the side of the bed and took his face into his hands, looking Kurt in the eye.

"Are you absolutely sure you want this, are ready for this?"

"Yes…" Kurt replied in a low voice. "I really do want this."

There was no going back now. Blaine grasped the hem of Kurt's cranberry red Ralph Lauren polo shirt and lifted motioning for Kurt to lift his arms as he removed the shirt. He inhaled sharply when Kurt's pale smooth chest and torso was revealed. Kurt's nipples, pink and enticing, were puckered from arousal.

Kurt's chest and torso were defined, toned. Blaine's hand moved slowly, committing every inch to memory, tracing every line of his ribs, circling teasingly around each nipple but not touching the bud making Kurt gasp and shudder as jolts of pleasure through him. Kurt had felt Blaine's touch before but this was a hundred times, a thousand times more intense.

Blaine trailed his fingers back down Kurt's body, over his flat stomach and came to rest on his hip. His body was on fire, his penis engorged and thick with his need. He wanted to see the whole package.

"Take off the shorts."

Kurt breathed in and slowly undid the fastening of his shorts and pushed them down to his ankles before stepping out of them. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was giving more than his virginity to Blaine. It felt like he was giving him his life, his soul.

"Underwear too Kurt."

Kurt licked his lips, a little nervous to be disrobing infront of Blaine but acceded to the directive. Blaine felt an answering jolt in his body when he saw that tongue moisten those lips as he removed his own clothes, exposing his muscled body and hard cock to Kurt's wide eyed gaze. Kurt had seen Blaine's cock before but it seemed even more impressive now.

They both took a moment to run their eyes over each other. Blaine bent to kiss Kurt, running his hands all over his body.

"You are so beautiful Kurt and you are all mine."

Blaine deepened the kiss, moving forward until Kurt's legs hit the edge of the bed, forcing him to sit then move back onto the bed until he was laying flat against the pillows with Blaine between his legs.

Blaine trailed his fingers and kisses down Kurt's neck, along his shoulder then down his chest, stopping to give attention to the hard nipples.

Kurt was going up in flames. His body was hot and sensitive to every touch from Blaine. The rasp of tongue against his skin had him writhing beneath the older teen. He felt like he was about to spontaneously combust.

"Blaine!...Oh…god…ahhh!"

Blaine nipped the little pink bud before moving lower down Kurt's body. He wanted to taste Kurt again. He had only done this couple times before, the last time was at their last midnight picnic date, the night before they had to take their separate flights. Kurt had struggled to keep quiet then but there was no worry of waking anyone up now.

Kneeling back, Blaine placed a hand on each of Kurt's knees and he gently spread his legs apart.

"You seem quite excited."

Blaine took Kurt's full erection in his hand, squeezing gently. Kurt gasped then moaned as his body shuddered from the touch. Blaine sucked two of his fingers before he lowered himself and took Kurt's length, inch by inch, into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive head.

Kurt cried out, arching his hips off the bed and grabbing at the sheets. The suction on his cock and Blaine's tongue were driving him crazy. It felt so good, too good.

Reaching around, Blaine brought his wet fingers to Kurt's entrance, rubbing lightly before slowly easing one finger inside, sliding gently in and out of him a few times to get him accustomed to the intrusion before adding a second finger then a third, stretching Kurt's tight virgin ass.

"Oh! B – B – Blaineee….."

Kurt bucked, writhed. He moved one hand from where it gripped the sheets to bury it in Blaine's dark brown curls. He was right at the edge about to fall off. Blaine moved up and down, increasing the suction on Kurt's cock and tempo of his thrusting fingers, curving them slightly in search of the spot he knew would take Kurt over the edge.

"Uh...YES!" Kurt shouted. "Oh god! I'm cumming!"

Seconds later Kurt's eyes snapped open, a scream escaping his mouth when Blaine's fingers connected with his prostate. The second stroke pushed him over the ledge and he came hard, his body going taunt before convulsing with the force of his orgasm.

Blaine swallowed as Kurt squirted his cum. He lifted his head and licked his lips as he stared down at Kurt who was gasping for breath. He continued to finger Kurt and with his free hand he stroked Kurt's now semi erect penis. Kurt looked up at Blaine and his already racing heart beat faster.

Blaine's eyes were hot with lust, burning with a fierce need. A sheen of sweat moistened his brow, evidence of the strain he was exerting on himself to keep some of his decaying control. Kurt sensed Blaine wouldn't last much longer, they both needed this, to feel the connection between them on a deeper level. He reached up and brushed a hand over Blaine's cheek as if in confirmation of some silent query.

Kurt leaned over and reached into one of the side tables and took out the lube and condoms he had bought earlier at the grocery store. Blaine leaned over and kissed him passionately. He picked up the box of condoms, opened it and took out one of the foil packets before tossing it back on the bed.

Keeping eye contact with Kurt he used his teeth to tear it open, removed the condom and after discarding the empty packet, rolled the condom onto his straining erection. Picking up the small bottle of lube he flipped the lid and poured a generous amount onto his cock then tossed the bottle onto the bed beside the box of condoms.

He wedged Kurt's legs apart with his knees lifting Kurt's hips to place a pillow beneath him and draping his lithe legs over his arms as he positioned his cock at Kurt's entrance and slowly began to push his length into him inch by inch. Even with earlier preparation he was incredibly tight.

Blaine moaned loudly as his tight, hot hole squeezed his cock. Blaine paused. Kurt was so tight that he had to wait until he had adjusted to him before he began to move. He leaned down and kissed him again, moving a hand down to stroke his hardening penis.

Kurt relaxed when the slight burn of Blaine's entry eased and as the pleasure returned he moaned. It took everything Blaine had not to just thrust into Kurt and fuck him senseless. He fought for control as he slowly pulled out and pushed back into him until he had completely filled him. He continued those slow, deep thrusts, driving them both crazy.

"You. Are. So. Damn. Tight. And. Hot," Blaine groaned in-between each thrust. His voice was deep and sexy.

He didn't think his senses could take anymore but he was wrong. His mind and body were completely overtaken by the incredible pleasure running through his him. Kurt wrapped his legs tightly around Blaine's waist, digging his nails into his back.

"Mmm…mmm….Ahhhh! OH GOD! OH YES!"

Kurt was moaning uncontrollably, arching his back, allowing Blaine to go deeper. Blaine had intended to make slow sweet love to Kurt but that was proving impossible. His control was all but none existent when it came to Kurt. He felt so good around his cock; wet, warm and tight. Blaine let out an almost animalistic growl, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that sweet spot inside Kurt and began to thrust faster, harder, deeper.

He knew he wouldn't last much longer. Kurt ass was now massaging his cock with every thrust as yet another orgasm rocked through him.

"Uh, uh... YES!" Kurt shouted. He was going die in this bed from intense overwhelming pleasure. All his orgasms seemed to be rolling into one, building in intensity.

Blaine pistoned his hips faster, Kurt's moans spurring him on.

"Uh... OH, Ohhhh! YES! I can't...I...BLAINE!"

Kurt screamed as one last mind-blowing orgasm, the most intense he had ever experienced, crashed through him like a freight train. His vision blacked out momentarily and he almost passed out.

Hearing Kurt scream his name, as he came, sent Blaine over the edge and he could feel his balls tighten.

"Oh shit! KURT!" He shouted.

His vision blurred as he buried his entire length into his lover and shot his load deep inside him, the condom the only thing preventing a possible pregnancy. He collapsed on top of Kurt, unmoving. That had to be the most powerful orgasms of both teens' lives. They were both drained of strength but sated.

After what seemed like hours, still buried inside the teen, he rolled to the side taking Kurt with him, both shuddering at the sensation the move caused, so that he was now snuggled into Blaine. Holding him close he burrowed his nose into Kurt's hair, inhaling his subtle scent of roses.

"Blaine?" Kurt was still slightly out of breath.

"Mmm…Yes baby?"

"That was beyond special, was more that perfect. It was astronomically phenomenal."

Phew...So finally its happened. But will Eli cause trouble for the couple?