Chapter 21: You Do That To Me

~Kurt's POV~

It was a fairly mild night in London so two hours later we were taking a leisurely stroll to the theatre to see Phantom instead of getting a taxi or public transport. I was so excited, I'd been to a couple of local amateur shows in Lima but this was my first big proper theatre experience.

'Have you ever seen Phantom before?'

'No,' Blaine replied. 'I've been to New York three times since I became an adult, but it was mostly work related so I never got round to seeing any shows. I went when I was a kid apparently, but don't remember a thing about it.'

'When we go there I want to walk the entire length of Broadway.'

'That sounds like fun.'

'Did you go on Brooklyn bridge?'

'No,' Blaine laughed. 'Nor the Empire State building or Statue of Liberty.'

'I can't believe you've been there three times and not even done the touristy stuff.'

'I know, it's pathetic really.' We carried on walking in silence until Blaine whispered, 'Kurt do you think I'm boring?'

'What?'

'Do you think I'm boring?'

I looked sideways at Blaine, he was looking at me and he didn't seem to be joking. In fact he seemed deadly serious. 'Blaine, that's a ridiculous thing to ask. Why would you think that?'

'Coming here to London, it's the biggest thing I've ever done and I just think-'

'Hey, where's this all coming from?' I interrupted.

'I've always lived by a routine and never really done much in the way of spontaneity.'

'Did Mark ever call you boring?' I asked, knowing this insecurity must have come from somewhere.

'Um... yeah I guess he did.'

'You see? That's probably played on your mind for weeks, months, years even.'

'Yeah but-'

'No buts ok? Just because you don't want to do something it doesn't mean you're boring. Aren't you supposed to be a therapist?'

'A psychologist,' Blaine laughed.

'So you don't go out and get hammered every night, or take last minute road trips to Vegas and gamble all your savings away... or... sleep around and break hearts. You take your career seriously and you have a heart of gold... none of that makes you boring Blaine.'

'Hmm,' Blaine replied quietly.

'You know, as much as people say they like a "bad boy" it's just a complete fantasy. It'll never last and will undoubtedly end in tears. When it comes to settling down and having a loving relationship...'

I didn't get to finish my sentence because Blaine's lips found mine and we'd stopped walking. He was kissing me passionately and his hands held onto the back of my neck. I felt the skin there become covered in goose bumps and was sure my legs were actually turning to jelly. When we broke apart we both looked around feeling a bit embarrassed, but none of the passers-by seemed to be taking any notice of us.

'Um, thanks,' I whispered and Blaine smiled at me, taking my hand again.

'You're welcome.'

After the show we went back to our hotel and sat in the bar, drinking cocktails. We'd been too fired up to go to sleep yet so sat talking about the show.

'...I loved that bit,' Blaine said. 'I could hear you singing along.'

'Oh god I hope nobody else heard,' I laughed. 'The guy two seats down from me kept falling asleep.'

'He was probably dragged along by his wife or something.'

'You er... don't feel like I dragged you to see-'

'Hey, don't even go there,' Blaine interrupted, giving me a beaming smile. 'I love musicals and Phantom was amazing.'

'Sorry,' I mumbled, then picked my glass up to find it empty. 'Oops.'

'Another?' Blaine asked excitedly and I nodded.

I couldn't help staring at Blaine's arse as he stood at the bar waiting to be served. Wow, my boyfriend was so fucking hot and he looked so good in his very well fitted suit. There are so many gorgeous gay men in the world yet he was with me. It really didn't make sense, he should be with someone else not... oh fuck off negative thoughts! Returning with our drinks Blaine sat back down beside me and kissed me on the cheek.

'What was that for?' I asked.

'I was just thinking how cute you looked as I walked over.'

'Oh so you're saying I don't usually look cute then?'

'Oh um... no that's not what-'

Blaine stopped talking as I began to laugh. He was so easy to wind up. After our second cocktail we decided to call it a night and left the bar. It probably wasn't a good idea to have wine at dinner and then cocktails. I was feeling very light headed, relaxed and I was becoming incredibly turned on. It was a mixture of alcohol, excitement, love and pure lust. It was Blaine's fault for being so bloody dreamy.

As we reached our room, I pulled Blaine towards me and he giggled as I kissed him and wrapped my arms around his neck. The kiss wasn't perfect, it was all tongue, teeth and on more than one occasion we nearly toppled over. When we parted, we were both panting heavily.

'I want you,' I whispered into Blaine's ear. I felt him shudder beneath me and couldn't believe I could cause that reaction in someone. I pulled back to see Blaine's eyes shining with desire.

'The other night not enough for you?' Blaine winked.

He was referring to our first night in London. After leaving the club where some guy had hit on Blaine, we went back to the hotel where he gave me another amazing blow job. I never thought it could be as good as the first one, but I'd been so wrong. And to top it off I had then watched as Blaine brought himself to orgasm right beside me. Fuck that had been hot. But that wasn't what I was getting at now. I wanted all of him.

'That's not what I had in mind,' I smiled, the alcohol boosting my confidence.

'Oh?'

'I want you Blaine. I want to be inside you.'

Blaine opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it again, his cheeks turning pink. His eyes searched my face and then he looked down to the floor and took a deep breath.

'Kurt... um... we really shouldn't do this in the corridor.'

Blaine turned to the door, pulled the key out of his pocket and let us into the room. He switched the light on and took his suit jacket and bow tie off, hanging them over the back of a chair as I shut the door behind us.

When he turned back towards me I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into me for another kiss before leaning my forehead against his, my heart racing. 'I'm ready Blaine, I want this. I want you so badly.'

'I want you too Kurt but-'

'No buts Blaine.'

'But not like this,' Blaine whispered, screwing his eyes shut and taking a step back.

'Not like what?' I whined. I could feel my erection straining against my pants and Blaine's hesitation was making me feel incredibly frustrated. Blaine opened his eyes and looked at me; I could see the conflict in them.

'We're drunk and we shouldn't... we can't.'

'We can,' I told him. 'We both want this, let's just-'

'No.'

'But-'

'No Kurt. It's not gonna happen.'

'Why are you being like this? I thought this is what you wanted?'

Blaine suddenly looked incredibly tired. 'It is, but now is not the right time. We've both been drinking and-'

'So fucking what? We're on vacation; we've had a few drinks, what difference does it-'

'Just stop,' Blaine shouted. 'Let's go to bed and we'll talk about it in the morning.'

I groaned, feeling angry now. 'It's always "let's talk about it" with you, whatever happened to being spontaneous, to… to having fun?'

'We'll talk about it tomorrow,' Blaine repeated quietly, staring down at his feet. There was no point arguing any further and the moment had been well and truly ruined anyway.

'Fine,' I whispered. I held back the tears as I stripped down to my underpants and got straight into the bed.

'Kurt don't you want to do your routine?' Blaine asked me but I didn't answer. Eventually Blaine got into the bed as well and turned his lamp off, plunging us into darkness.

Blaine really looked adorable when he was asleep. His hair was coming out in curls and his mouth was slightly open. I was sitting on an arm chair by the window, waiting for him to wake up. I'd woken up at six with a banging headache and an overwhelming sense of shame at what had happened the previous night. Why did I have to ruin everything and throw myself at Blaine? I really should stop drinking alcohol, it clearly doesn't agree with me. What must he think of me? A short while later Blaine stirred and murmured into his pillow. Then his eyes fluttered opened and he found me.

'Morning,' I said quietly and Blaine smiled at me, blinking.

'Hey,' he whispered, stretching out. 'What time is it?'

'Just gone eight.'

'How long have you been up?'

'Not long,' I lied.

'You should have woken me up.'

'You looked too peaceful.'

Blaine sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning. 'I'll just get dressed and we can go to breakfast.'

'Ok,' I replied as Blaine got out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later we were sitting at a table in the hotel restaurant, both of us taking some much needed long sips of coffee. There had been a slight feeling of tension between us ever since we left our room, and I wondered if I should say something but luckily Blaine spoke first.

'Do you remember last night?' Blaine asked carefully as he buttered a piece of toast.

'Yes,' I replied. 'I'm sorry, I was an idiot.'

'No you weren't,' he argued, smiling at me.

'I was, I… I don't know what got into me.'

'Well I do.'

'Huh?'

'It's human nature Kurt. Do you really think I wasn't feeling exactly the same?'

'You... you were?'

'Of course. It wasn't easy stopping things before we got too far, but it was necessary.'

'Ok, well that makes me feel a bit better,' I said and Blaine laughed.

'Do you want to talk about anything from last night or pretend it never happened?' Blaine asked. I took a deep breath before answering, unsure of how he would react to what I had to say. But he was able to read me so well, maybe he already knew what it was.

'Blaine, I do want us to have sex... you know, when we're sober. When I said l was ready, I really meant it.'

'Oh... right. You know, I want you to be absolutely sure before we take things further. I don't want your progress ruined because we got caught up in the moment or rushed things.'

'I want to try Blaine, please. I've really thought this through a lot and I need this.'

'I see,' Blaine replied, biting down on his bottom lip. He was clearly having some sort of internal battle with himself.

'I feel ready Blaine, how much more proof do you need than me telling you?'

'Are you sure?' Blaine asked, reaching over the table and taking my hand.

'Yes. I've been thinking about it constantly ever since the first time you... you know, sucked me off and-'

'Can I get you gentleman any more coffee?'

Oh. My. God. I closed my eyes for a moment and felt the heat rush to my cheeks. I let go of Blaine's hand and busied myself with various objects on the table. 'Um, no thanks,' Blaine answered the waitress in a slightly high pitched voice, desperately trying not to laugh.

'That was mortifying,' I whispered once she'd gone. 'They shouldn't be allowed to sneak up on you like that.'

'You're blushing, that's so sweet,' Blaine teased.

'Oh fuck, just kill me,' I groaned as Blaine struggled to control his laughing.

~Blaine's POV~

'Those crown jewels were stunning,' Kurt said as we came out of the Tower of London. 'Too bad they wouldn't let us try them on. I mean, do we look like criminals? It would have made an amazing facebook profile photo.'

'We're American,' I laughed. 'They probably don't trust their own people, let alone any foreigners.'

'What time is it now?' Kurt asked and I looked my watch.

'One thirty. You hungry?'

'Starving.'

'How about we walk over Tower Bridge and find somewhere to have lunch by the river?'

'Ok,' Kurt smiled, taking my hand. 'Lead the way tour guide.'

'Is that going to be my name from now on?' I moaned and Kurt giggled.

'Yep, it's your own fault for swallowing the guide book.'

'Failing to prepare is preparing to fail.'

Kurt laughed. 'You're such a dork.'

'You seem really happy Kurt,' I said after a few seconds of silence. I hadn't intentionally meant to say it, but I was thinking it and somehow it blurted out.

'What do you mean?' Kurt asked, and we stopped walking and faced each other, still holding hands. 'Of course I'm happy. I have you don't I?'

'I just mean... when we first met you were so... I don't know...'

'Screwed up?' Kurt offered with a sad smile.

'That's one way of putting it. But seeing you enjoy yourself, laughing, living life to the full... I'm so proud of you Kurt. And I know I've told you that before, but I really am.'

'Blaine, I wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for you,' Kurt said, looking intently at me.

'I know, I paid the air fares,' I quipped and we both laughed.

'You're impossible,' Kurt smiled. 'Can I be serious for a moment?'

'Sure.'

'I just want to thank you again, for everything you've done. I look back to myself a year ago and it doesn't seem like the same person. It defies logic what's happened over the last few months. It's as though I've been winning the lottery every single week and I'm going to spend every day showing you how grateful I am.'

'Being with you is more than enough,' I whispered. 'You know, I think we should become official.'

'What?' Kurt gasped, his eyes growing wide in shock. For a moment I was confused but then I realised how my words could have been interpreted so quickly backtracked.

'Oh god, sorry I'm not pro-proposing or... or anything... I just… I-'

'Blaine it's ok,' Kurt said, and thankfully he was smiling. 'I just freaked out for a second.'

'Sorry. What I was getting at is... our relationship needs to be official and the only way to do that is facebook.'

'Facebook? Blaine Anderson are you asking for my approval to be your facebook boyfriend?'

'Yep, I am.'

'I thought you'd never ask,' Kurt laughed, his eyes bright.

'Come on you, lunch' I said.

Later that evening we came back to our hotel after another go on The London Eye to see the view over London at night, then a meal at a Michelin star restaurant which I'd chosen and kept quiet about. Kurt spent almost an hour trying and failing to persuade me to go halves on the bill. We paid the taxi driver that dropped us back and walked through the hotel lobby

'Shall we have a drink in the bar?' I asked Kurt.

'Um, no. Can we just go to our room?'

'Sure,' I replied, noticing that Kurt looked a little tense. Once in our room, I kicked my shoes off and undid my tie, putting it on the table and undoing the top button of my shirt.

'Blaine?'

'Mmm?'

'I want to be with you.'

I turned around to face Kurt. He walked up to me and took both my hands in his and then took a deep breath, smiling at me and looking incredibly nervous, I could see it in his eyes. My pulse was rising and my mouth had gone dry.

'Um... are you-'

'Am I sure? Yes,' Kurt interrupted, rolling his eyes. I know Kurt had told me this morning he was ready but I hadn't planned on mentioning it again, wanting Kurt to take the lead. After all, he might have developed second thoughts about it. But apparently not.

'Now?' I whispered and Kurt nodded.

'Ok.'

'I have three conditions,' Kurt said, looking down at his feet.

'Oh yeah?' I giggled and Kurt looked back up at me, relieved to see I wasn't mad about there being conditions.

'One, don't keep asking if I'm ok.'

'Got it.'

'Two, tell me if I'm doing anything wrong.'

'Kurt, you won't do anything-'

'Just tell me ok? I want this to be special Blaine... for both of us.'

'Ok. And third?'

'Please don't fall asleep straight after.'

'I promise,' I laughed and I rested my forehead against Kurt's. 'Can I say something?'

'If you have to,' Kurt replied.

'Feel free to change your mind at any time. If you're at all uncomfortable, say so. Like you said, this should be special for us and if achieving that means trying another time then that's ok.'

'Ok,' Kurt whispered and then he was pulling me towards the bed.

We stopped moving when the back of Kurt's legs caught the edge of the bed. Time stood still for a moment as we stared into each other's eyes. This was it, this was really happening and we both wanted it so much. I could see the undeniable need and desire shining in Kurt's eyes and my love for him grew even deeper. I took my hands from Kurt's and without breaking the eye contact pulled my suit jacket off, dumping it on the floor.

'It'll crease,' Kurt said quietly with a sweet smile.

'I don't care,' I replied, and in one fluid movement I wrapped my hands around Kurt's neck and crashed our lips together desperately. Kurt responded with equal enthusiasm, reaching out and clamping his hands down on my hips, pulling our bodies closer together.

I could already feel my cock getting hard and straining against my pants. I couldn't help rolling my hips into Kurt a little and he let out a deep moan from the back of his throat and fuck; it was the most erotic sound I had ever heard, sending a wave of pleasurable feelings throughout my body. Kurt forced his tongue past my lips and into my mouth and I wound my fingers into his hair, tugging at it slightly and knowing this was one time he wouldn't berate me for messing it up.

As I sucked on his tongue, Kurt's hands left my hips and he pulled my tucked shirt out of my trousers and then undid the buttons from bottom to top. He placed his palms on my lower abdomen and moved them slowly up my body, finally resting them on my chest. I shivered at the feeling and broke the kiss, both of us panting hard. Kurt's lips were red and swollen which made him look incredibly sexy.

'I can feel your heart beat,' Kurt said. 'It's racing.'

'You do that to me,' I told him and he smiled. 'Nobody has ever made me feel the way you make me feel.'

'I'm special then?' Kurt asked shyly, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

'Oh god Kurt you have no idea how special you are.'

'I'm s-so glad I found you Blaine,' Kurt whispered, his voice breaking. 'I love you so much.'

'And I love you.'

'I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you say that,' Kurt beamed and then we were kissing once more and I wasn't sure exactly who restarted it. Kurt slowly lowered his hands down my body again and came to a stop at the top of my trousers. He undid my belt, the button and then pulled down the zip.

I gasped into the kiss as Kurt's hand squeezed my cock beneath my underpants. I was feeling incredibly hot now, so clumsily managed to rid myself of my shirt and threw it to the floor. I was vaguely aware of my trousers falling and pooling around my ankles and my mind immediately went to the fact that Kurt was far too overdressed and needed to be naked so I reached for his shirt buttons which were tiny and fiddly, impossible to undo. Kurt giggled as I groaned with frustration into the kiss. We broke apart and Kurt took over the buttons, expertly riding himself of his shirt in seconds.

'It'll crease,' I said to him as it landed on the floor in a heap.

'I don't care,' he shrugged and we both laughed. I looked down at the bulge in Kurt's jeans and then placed my hands on his hips, hooking my thumbs into his waistband.

'Do you have any idea what these incredibly tight pants have been doing to me all evening?' I whispered and Kurt blushed.

'It's not my fault you've got a pervy imagination,' Kurt teased. 'Really Blaine, they're just pants.'

'Hmm, says he who currently has a very obvious arousal and had his hand wrapped around my cock about ten seconds ago and-'

'Shut up and continue getting naked,' Kurt ordered in a sexy voice and I held back the urge to growl and throw him on the bed. Instead I removed his pants and then we both rid ourselves of our socks and underwear in lightning speed. We were both fully naked now, and both extremely hard and turned on. We found ourselves staring at each other's erections for a moment, drinking in the beauty of one another. My heart pounded as I waited for Kurt's go ahead, any sign that I could just let go and explore his body and-

Kurt gave me a cheeky wink and then turned around and climbed onto the bed. I followed and sat behind him on my knees, pulling him into the gap and then kissing his neck, my cock pressed up against his back. Kurt's head fell backwards onto my shoulder and he reached for my hands, clasping them tightly in front of him. I trailed the tip of my tongue around the outer shell of his ear and Kurt murmured happily. I breathed in his scent; so fresh, so unique, so Kurt.

'You're so hard,' Kurt said quietly, moving his back against my erection.

'Can you blame me?' I whispered into his ear and then returned to kissing his neck. Kurt slowly let my hands go and put one of them on his own cock. I began stroking him up and down and with my free hand trailed patterns on Kurt's chest. I was touching Kurt in three different ways and I felt him physically relax his muscles and let out a sigh of complete contentment.

'Blaine,' he chuckled after a few minutes.

'Hmm?'

'Are you drawing hearts on me?'

I stopped everything I was doing and leaned my cheek against Kurt's. 'Was I?'

'Yeah you were.'

'I didn't realise.'

Kurt turned around to face me, a huge smile on his face. Then he pulled me by the arm and I fell on top of him. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and we started kissing again, our erections rubbing against each other. Jesus, if this felt that fucking good, how much better would... holy fuck, Kurt's hands gripped my arse and he rocked our hips together and...

'Mnnng,' I gasped against Kurt's lips and I could feel him smiling. This continued for a few minutes until I pulled my lips away, Kurt pouting at the loss. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was all messed up. He looked positively breath-taking.

'Enjoying the view?'

'Something like that,' I winked.

'Let's switch positions,' Kurt whispered and I rolled off of him onto my back and barely a second later Kurt's body was covering my own.