A/N: Let's play a game...one I like to call, let's forget Effy hasn't updated in forever...sounds fun right?...

However My cosmo horoscope said. 'An asexual or gay man needs you as a friend.' Which is kinda cool (...Chris Colfer here I come)

If you had told Blaine Anderson, merely a matter of months ago, that he would currently be recovering from a kiss with his idol, then he would call you stark raving mad and get his cousin Rupert to commit you to a mental asylum.

But now...good lord.

He, Blaine Anderson, the ordinary, plain, average, man who is constantly mocked by the top shelf in stores,... was... and he wasn't crazy!

He and Kurt had just rushed out of the elevator and into Kurt's penthouse apartment, giggling like two overly excited school girls. Flushing ridiculously and still holding hands. Their lips deep red and kiss bruised, and Blaine's shirt slightly ruffled from when Kurt had unceremoniously grabbed it, whilst getting a little too into their kiss. Not that he was complaining , because holy sweet lord was he not.

He. Had. Just. Made. Out. With. Kurt. Hummel. ... He actually had. Like, for real and all this time. It wasn't just another erotic dream... was it?

'Oh god.' He said breathily, and he slumped against the hard back of Kurt's door, pushing it shut. Kurt's fingers still entwined with his as he pulled the younger man closer.

'Pinch me Kurt.' He said, a ditzy grin still plastered on his face.

'No way.' Kurt giggled, swinging their joined arms as he gazed at his...well, he wasn't sure what anymore.

'Why not.' He whined.

'Because you'll likely just say Ow, and then hit me' Kurt pointed out with a smile.

'Have you been talking to Steph again?' Blaine asked, his face pinking a little more as he shuffled awkwardly.

'Nuh uh.' Kurt said, pulling Blaine away from the door and towards his red leather couch. 'You're just my best friend, and I know you too well, quirks and all.'

The pair plonked themselves down into the chair, letting their bodies sink into the folds as they remained firmly clasped in each other's tight grip.

xXx

Sometime later and they had curled up on the couch in amiable silence. Gradually edging closer and closer until they were sandwiched tightly together, breaths synchronising. Their legs tangling together and Kurt's head leaning on Blaine's chest as the older man ran his fingers through the crispy locks of Kurt's hair.

One of Kurt's hands was toying with the hem of Blaine's shirt, grazing the scorching skin beneath, whilst the other clasped the shorter man's free hand tightly, caressing the palm with the pad of his thumb.

They were snuggled closely together in a cocoon of warmth that neither wanted to emerge from at anytime soon.

xXx

Kurt sighed into Blaine's chest. His breath sending tingles down the other mans spine. Blaine shivered and straightened up. Gently pushing Kurt from his lap and back into the seat next to him. Kurt gave a little whine of protest at the sudden loss of warmth, but remained in his place, just eyeing Blaine as the man psyched himself up to talk.

'Kurt?' He began, his eyes raking across the younger man.

'Yes Blaine.' Kurt replied simply, still miffed at the loss of his human hot-water-bottle.

'We need to talk.'

Kurt nodded woefully, and settled back in the chair, eyeing Blaine with a careful gaze.

A few moment passed before Kurt piped up. 'You know, to talk Blaine, you actually have to speak.'

Blaine blushed again, and his mouth started to gawp like a goldfish as he struggled for words.

'Wha- Wh- What we did- were doing- th- the cuddling thing.' Kurt nodded. 'That, that wasn't very platonic, was it?'

Kurt hesitated, before shaking his head, his eyes looking somewhat sad. 'Not really no.'

Nor was the kissing.'

'Nuh Uh.'

'That's not especially good is it?'

'No, not really.' He repeated.

'This whole fake relationship thing, has kind of back fired on us, don't you think.'

Kurt sighed exasperatedly but nodded none the less. 'That pretty much sums it up.'

There was a moments silence as both men paused to think.

'So...so err, what do you think we should do now?' Blaine queried, glancing over at Kurt who was wringing his hands in his lap.

'Well, I don't know, I mean, how do you feel about this first?...though I suppose, more importantly, what are you feeling?' Kurt said, rotating his body, so he was facing Blaine, who was rolling his shoulders in consideration.

'I- I feel...good. I'm going to just say this all now, so please, don't take it the wrong way.' He extended his arms, and grabbed Kurt's hands in his own, tracing spirals into the smooth porcelain skin.

'I-I liked you, like, liked you liked you, from the first moment we met. Yes it's cliché' He added with a smile as Kurt gave him an incredulous stare.

'but, you were kind of a big deal, and I loved your work and then I met you, and you were everything I could have imagined and more. So beautiful and kind, and charming and incredible, I just...I mean...I felt like a school boy with a crush. And I'm sorry about that Kurt. Because believe me, I never intended to act on it...f-for this to happen. I mean, I hoped you'd like me, but for you to actually befriend me and then hire me and do all of this for me, I could never have dreamed of this. Seriously, why me? I think that to myself every day, because why, out of all the gorgeous and hunky, and tall men in New York, hell, in the country, you actually spoke to me, and ...liked me, the boring, useless, plain, tiny me. I really don't get it... But- look. I'll say this now, because otherwise I will ramble on for ages, and bore you to death, which is pretty bad considering I would rather like to hear your thoughts before we die.' He chuckled as Kurt batted his knee with his elbow.

'Kurt.' He locked eyes with the younger man. Hazel reflected in the pools of blue 'Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice,...'

' but falling for you, I had no control over that...'

Kurt gave a smile, his eyes dampening slightly as the real meaning of Blaine's statement hit him.

'ok...now you've heard my piece...so...I'm going to shut up now, and let you absorb all that cliché, and hope that won't influence your thoughts on me.' Blaine said as he began to worry his lip between his teeth, waiting for Kurt to start up his speech.

Kurt giggled to himself as he ran back over what Blaine had said.

'Ok...well, what I have to say will not be much better on the sappy side I'm afraid.' He said with a laugh. Blaine glanced down at the floor, a smile playing on his lips.

'Blaine, firstly, don't ever call yourself those things.' He said, tightening his grip on Blaine's hands. 'Well, apart from tiny, because I mean there is no way you could deny that.'

Blaine feigned horror, and stuck his tongue out at Kurt, who simply rolled his eyes in return.

'Blaine, the collection I was showcasing was designed for the smaller man, if you weren't small, we wouldn't have met. Count it as a blessing.'

Blaine harrumphed, but backed down with a smirk.

'You are incredible, and talented and gorgeous yourself. No one could deny it. And about me liking you. I seriously don't see who could not.' Kurt said with an honest stare. 'Your looks may have helped. 'he added with a wink. 'but you. Blaine, are the most amazing man I've ever met. We can talk for hours and hours without hesitation and we have so much in common it's unreal. You just get me and you listen to me and you treat me like a normal human being. You even tried to turn down fame in favour of my happiness. Blaine, no one has ever been that sweet, or done something like that for me before.'

'You went out with me tonight, without shame, without fear, and hopefully without regret. You are not afraid to be who you are and you stand up for what you believe in. I mean come one, from what I've seen you are pretty much Mr Perfect. No word of a lie. And I would love to be with you even more, so I can prove myself right. Truth be told Blaine. This publicity scam was, just an excuse to spend more time with you.'

Blaine grinned and clutched Kurt's hands, simply gazing at the man before him with love struck eyes,

'If what I feel is love, it's a love I've never known before, but I would really, really like to learn about it with you. And judging by what you just said, I take it you feel the same way?' The last part was said with some hesitation, as Kurt searched Blaine's eyes for any signs of the man backing down.

When he saw none, he slowly leant forward and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, as Blaine did the same but to his waist.

xXx

They were only a hairs width away, their foreheads pressed gently together. Both men relishing the skin on skin contact.

'Kurt Hummel.' Blaine whispered, his breath tickling Kurt's lips and jaw. 'I'm breaking up with you-'

There was a moment of pure silence, in which Kurt's mind raced.

'-but only so now we can get back together, As boyfriends.' He began to Eskimo kiss Blaine, his nose tingling.

'But this time. For real?'

Kurt laughed and shook his head playfully, bringing Blaine's with him.

'You dork' He cried. 'You really are perfect.'

And with that the pair surged forward and locked their lips together with a fountain of sparks.

xXx

A few minutes later and the kiss was still going strong. Kurt had manoeuvred himself back onto Blaine's lap, and both were currently positioned perfectly so each didn't feel the others... arousal.

Kurt turned his head a little to the left in order to deepen the kiss, running his tongue over Blaine's teeth, trying to map out the inside of his mouth. Kurt moaned at the sensation and taste of Blaine that was entirely consuming him. He had never felt anything so beautifully delicious in his life.

This continued for another minute before Blaine finally came to his senses and pulled back, trying to distance himself from the enticing and awes inspiring man sitting before him.

'One last thing.' He said breathlessly to a panting Kurt.

'We are not to tell the girls.'

'Agreed.' Kurt muttered. Before slamming his lips back against Blaine's.

xXx

Mel and Steph sat alone at the empty counter in The Three Wishes. Mel scanning through Kurt's appointment list whilst Steph finished up the washing.

Mel glance down at her watch. It was nearing midnight, and the boys would be getting back to the apartment soon.

'I hope all went well.' She murmured, not sure if Steph could hear her.

'Me too.' The other cooed, dragging a tea towel across the side with little enthusiasm. 'They deserve happiness, the darlings.'

'Well, they'd get it, if only they'd pull themselves together.' Mel sighed, furrowing her brow as she closed her files. If they just realised how crazy they were over each other, then we could finally see them properly happy.'

'Uh huh. I mean seriously, after Blaine serenaded Kurt at the studio, I was convinced they were going to jump each other right there and then.' Steph said eyeing the cup in her hand with disdain.

'We need to help them realise their true feelings for each other.' Mel said after a moments silence.

'Yes.' Steph cried. 'Then maybe we can get out of this love sick puppy faze, and into the happy, post sex bliss faze. Maybe then they'll each be a little quieter.'

Mel snorted as Steph giggled over the mug she was now polishing.

'We are going to get them together if it is that last thing we do.'

'Oh, my friend. I actually love you...' Steph leant over and bumped fists with Mel. 'New plan,...'

' is ago.'