"I just can't deal with her anymore!" Kurt screams down the phone. "I just cannot deal!"

Kurt is halfway through his stint in New York while Blaine is one week into his tour of the East Coast which now finds him in Philadelphia for the next forty eight hours. But while Blaine is enjoying himself immensely- making new friends, exploring new places and getting to play with the orchestra night after night- Kurt is not doing quite so well.

"She's insufferable," he rants, knowing full well that Santana- the 'she' in question- can hear him and not caring one bit. "She walked in on me in the shower yesterday to use the toilet. I mean... I fucking live with you and sleep with you and you don't even do that! She was just...sitting there, like there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. And now today, the first day we don't have to be in early for rehearsals and she wakes me up at eight because she wants to go do laundry. Why can't she go do it herself? Why do I need to go with her?"

"Put her on," Blaine says calmly. "Let me speak with her while you...I don't know...go take a shower maybe."

"I miss you," Kurt says, his voice going small again as he holds the phone tight.

"I know my darling, I know. And I miss you too."

"But you're having fun," Kurt moans. "I'm just miserable."

"Hang in there, Kurt. It's only two more weeks. You can do this. Now put Santana on and I'll call you later, okay?"

"Okay," he says begrudgingly as he walks over to the couch and throws the phone into Santana's lap. "He wants to talk with you."

"What?" Santana snaps as she picks up the phone.

"Stop antagonizing him."

"Why? I'm bored. I've got to get my kicks somewhere."

"Santana, I love you dearly but if you keep upsetting my fiancé you will make an enemy of me. It's not fair to wind someone up just for your own amusement. You're making him miserable," Blaine says exasperatedly.

"This summer fucking sucks ass," Santana flares. "I've had enough. Berry is swanning around like she's some kind of god- she's completely insufferable- and meanwhile Kurt and I are busting our asses for jack shit."

"I get it."

"No Blaine, you don't. The city is stifling, the humidity is insane. Berry sits in her air conditioned private dressing room every day while just around the corner, Kurt and I are rammed in with eleven other cast members in a sweaty stinking heap. And for what? The audience figures are crap, the production is shit and we're just turning up and going through the motions day after day, getting screamed at by a short German who hasn't the first clue about directing. Rogers and Hammerstein must be rolling in their mass grave."

"Um I don't think they're in a..." Blaine starts before shaking his head. "You know what? It doesn't matter. Look, you and Kurt both wanted experience, you wanted a professional gig. You got it. And yes, it's hard...in fact it really sucks. But it's not worth throwing friendships away because you're all getting on top of each other. You and Kurt need to spend some time apart. Take yourself shopping or something and just let him cool off for a while."

"I can't go shopping, can I? Because I haven't got any fucking money. We don't get paid until the run ends."

"Give me an hour. But don't tell Kurt."

"What? What does that even mean? You're as cryptic as one of your curls..." She trails off, huffing in frustration when she realizes the line has gone dead.

Santana slides the loft door open an hour later, rolling her eyes when she sees Blaine standing the other side. "So that's what you meant," she says as she falls back onto the couch.

"Take yourself shopping," he says, holding a wad of twenties out to her.

"I will," she says, taking the money and tucking it into her bra, but she surprises Blaine by standing again and hugging him tight. "Thank you."

"Anytime."

"He's not here, by the way," she says offhandedly as Blaine looks around.

"What? Where is he then?" Blaine cries.

"I don't know. He just got dressed and walked out about a half hour ago."

"Why didn't you stop him?"

"Because I didn't know you were coming here, did I?" she rages. "Be more explicit next time. I know you can manage it."

"Ugh," he says frustratedly as he sits on the couch. "I'll call him then. So...now that you have some cash, do you think you could make yourself scarce?"

"Sure," she nods. "But just to warn you, Berry is home all day. She's still asleep."

"Could you take her with you?" he asks, ignoring the way she arches one eyebrow at him. "It might do you good to spend some time together doing something other than arguing about the pros or cons of your respective jobs."

"I don't know..." she says airily as she thumbs through the money. "There's not really enough money here for two..."

"Fine," he sighs heavily as he opens up his wallet. "There. Now go wake the dragon."

"Is that a euphemism?"

"No!" They both laugh at this as Santana kisses his cheek once more before walking to Rachel's room and Blaine takes his phone from his pocket and waits for Kurt to answer.

"Hey." Kurt's voice is despondent as he trails along the street, eyes downcast.

"Hey. So...where are you?"

"I don't even know," Kurt says as he looks up at the buildings surrounding him. "I just started walking."

"Well I sure hope you can find your way back," Blaine says, biting his lip as a grin forms on his face. "Because I'm standing in Rachel and Santana's apartment waiting for you."

"WHAT?!" Kurt yells, startling the passers by. "Are you kidding me?"

"Why don't you come back and find out?"

He laughs as the phone goes dead, and twenty minutes later a breathless and panting Kurt bursts through the door, hurling himself into Blaine's arms as he picks him up and twirls him around.

"Oh my god!" Kurt laughs happily before finding Blaine's lips and stealing them in a deep kiss. He breaks away to allow Blaine access to his throat, letting his head fall backward as he moans at the feeling of his teeth scraping along his jawline.

"You haven't shaved," Blaine murmurs. "Oh fuck... that is so hot. I don't think I've ever felt stubble on you before. Not like this, anyway," he says, nosing in under his jaw to kiss the sensitive skin. His hand comes up on the other side, dragging his fingers along the scratchy beard Kurt has, the hair coarse and rasping to touch.

"That's two weeks of...oh! Growth," Kurt gasps when Blaine bites just above his collar bone. "I worked hard on that," he smiles when he feels Blaine's laugh reverberating against his skin. "Where are the girls?" he manages to squeak out, his body starting to tremble when Blaine backs them against the shelving unit. He hears a few books topple to the floor but can't bring himself to care once Blaine's hand is under his shirt and tracing across his abdomen.

"I threw cash at the problem," Blaine says, his voice hot and heavy in Kurt's ear as he grinds his hips against him. "They're out all day. I have to leave by four."

"It's not even ten yet," Kurt says, his voice now little more than a desperate whimper when Blaine slides his hands easily down the back of his shorts, squeezing his ass through his briefs.

"I know."

He claims his mouth again then, taking his hand from the shorts, grabbing Kurt's wrists and pinning them above his head. A filthy sound comes from Kurt, one leg coming up to hook around Blaine's waist and drag him closer, needing more, but Blaine is kissing him deep and rough, tongue delving in to taste again and again.

"Oh god," Kurt moans as he breaks the kiss and his head thumps hard against the shelf. "Just take me, please. Please just...ugh...give it to me."

"Naughty boy," Blaine says darkly as he tugs Kurt's earlobe between his teeth.

"Bedroom, now," Kurt demands, then yelps when Blaine lifts him, crashing their lips together as they stumble across the room.

"Just in case," Blaine smiles as he pulls the curtain across the space Kurt is calling a bedroom before pinning him to the wall.

And suddenly his hands are everywhere, tugging at buttons and zippers, his mouth sucking and biting at every new bit of Kurt's flesh as it becomes exposed. He quickly lifts his own shirt over his head, buttons still fastened, and shucks out of his shorts and underwear. Pushing Kurt hard into the wall, he presses his body against his and moans deeply.

"You have no idea how much I've missed this." he whispers as scrapes his teeth across Kurt's throat. "Every second of everyday I have been imagining being naked with you again. Kissing you, licking you, fucking you..."

Kurt ducks out from under Blaine's grip and kisses his way down his body. As soon as he's low enough Blaine's fingers tangle into his hair, tugging and pulling, wild with desperation, moaning as Kurt sucks a dark hickey onto his hip bone before sinking his mouth down around his achingly hard cock.

"Holy fuck!" Blaine cries. He tries hard to stay still, but then Kurt's hands are on his ass, urging him forward, deeper into his warm mouth. "Kurt...just...Kurt!" he shouts, unable to say anything else as Kurt swirls his tongue around the head of his cock.

"Oh Christ...Kurt, get up here, get up."

Pulling off, Kurt grins up at him, allowing Blaine to haul him to his feet and push him roughly into the wall once more. One hand moves to his chest, rubbing his thumb teasingly over one nipple as he shoves two fingers of his other hand into the warm heat of Kurt's mouth.

"Fantasy," Kurt gasps as Blaine pulls his fingers out and moves them to Kurt's ass. "This is my fantasy."

"I know," Blaine grins wickedly before pressing one finger at his entrance. "And I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

Blaine kisses him roughly, and Kurt sucks on his tongue hungrily, desperate with desire and a need for more. More friction, more touching, more of absolutely everything Blaine can give as he
hooks Kurt's leg around his waist and pushes his wet fingers inside his tight hole. Kurt hisses at the intrusion at first, but soon forgets about the pain and enjoys the burn and slow drag of Blaine's fingers working him open. His mouth works hard on Blaine's neck and shoulder, worrying the flesh between his teeth before running his tongue over the marks he's created. Throwing his head back, Blaine pushes Kurt harder against the wall, covering his body and moaning wantonly as their cocks align and the friction begins to build.

"Just take me, Blaine," Kurt says, his voice a strangulated moan when he feels Blaine's cock pushing insistently at his hip.

"Desperation," Blaine growls, "I like it," and licking his palm he quickly strokes himself, having absolutely no intention of moving to get lube as he brings the tip of his cock to Kurt's entrance. Slowly, he pushes inside. It seems to be tighter than Blaine ever remembers as Kurt clenches hard around him, inhaling sharply at the sparks of pain and arousal shooting through his body until Blaine stills, resting his head onto Kurt's shoulder, cock buried deep inside.

"Fuck," they both murmur together, and Kurt takes Blaine's face in his hands and kisses him tenderly.

"Love you," Blaine whispers with a grin, "I love you so much."

"Love you too." Kurt whispers in return, whimpering softly when Blaine makes a minuscule movement. "My fantasy man."

"That's me," he whispers proudly. One hand splayed on the wall behind him, the other around Kurt's waist, Blaine pulls nearly all the way out then thrusts back into Kurt hard, then harder still- spurred on by the shouts and gasps coming from the wrecked young man trapped helplessly against the wall. His thrusts are deep and long, the drag from the lack of lubricant making Kurt feel like he's being torn in two but it's absolutely what he wants and needs as he brings his other leg up around Blaine's waist and gives a shout of his name.

"Fucking hell," Blaine gasps, pushing Kurt harder into the wall as he attempts to hold him in place. His thrusts become shallower with the change of angle, the pace desperate and frantic. Kurt grips tightly around Blaine's neck, panting in time with Blaine's rhythm, his cock needing no hand as it becomes trapped deliciously between their two bodies.

"I'm..yeah...I'm... Oh, Blaine!" Kurt cries as he comes hard, body incapable of stopping shuddering and convulsing. His eyes roll back in his head with the sheer force of it and he feels a large amount of wetness seeping between them. Working his hand into a tiny crack of space between their stomachs, Kurt swipes at his come, driving his fingers into Blaine's mouth who sucks hard as he comes over and over into the heat of Kurt's still clenching ass.

He somehow manages not to drop Kurt right away, despite his legs and arms shaking almost uncontrollably as he very carefully lets Kurt's feet find the floor then pulls him toward the bed where they both collapse on top of it, panting and staring at the ceiling.

"Holy shit," Kurt says quietly.

"Yeah, pretty much," Blaine grins, rolling onto his side to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I can't believe that just happened."

"You started it," Kurt points out.

"Actually, you kissed me first," Blaine smiles. "Where are your tissues?"

"On the floor somewhere," Kurt murmurs sleepily. "I may or may not have been thinking of you last night."

"Same," Blaine grunts, his head hanging over the side of the bed where he locates the Kleenex. "But believe it or not, I didn't actually come here for that. It's just...this," he says, running a hand along Kurt's scratchy jaw. "It did something for me."

"Well it's not staying," Kurt grouches. "This is supposed to be my 'rough fairground worker' look, but it just looks like a kid who's trying too hard."

"It looks hot," Blaine tells him honestly, smiling when he notes the tops of Kurt's ears turning pink with pleasure. "But I don't want it to stay all the time. Just...special occasions."

"Well give me two weeks notice and I'll comply," he laughs.

Blaine finishes cleaning Kurt and then snuggles in tight against him, the air too hot and sticky to require covers. Kurt runs an idle hand across Blaine's shoulders, the rhythm lulling them both almost to sleep before Kurt suddenly sits upright.

"Wait a minute. How did you manage to get here in an hour?"

"I didn't," Blaine says, folding his arms behind his head as he smiles up at him. "I decided last night that since we have the day free today I would come visit you. So I hired a car and set off right after breakfast. I couldn't be so near to you and not see you."

"Oh," Kurt says, his jaw snapping shut in surprise before he buries himself into Blaine's neck. "That's all kinds of wonderful."

"I'm sorry you're finding this so tough," Blaine says as he plays absentmindedly with Kurt's hair.

"Hmm. It's...well actually, now you're here it suddenly doesn't seem so bad," he says, lifting his head briefly to kiss at his lips. "You came."

"I sure did," Blaine says as they both laugh.

"I guess it's just not what I thought it would be," Kurt sighs. "It's really tough, and there's so much tension between the three of us all the time."

"Santana says the production isn't that great."

"It's not. It's terrible, to be exact. And when you come see it, it's more than okay if that's your opinion too."

"Why is it so bad?" Blaine asks. "I mean, I get the director must have something to do with it but..."

"It's a whole multitude of things. But Friedrich, the director is mostly to blame. I hesitate to call him a fascist because of the nazi connotations- and he is a German- but...yeah, he's a fascist pig. And when you work for someone like that, who just runs you down day after day, and won't listen to any of your suggestions or be prepared for any kind of give and take at all...eventually you stop trying. Add to this the fact that we're all just college kids trying to gain experience, the dressing rooms are cramped and dirty, the heat is just stifling...and it's all too much. Santana and I are together day in, day out from waking to sleeping and everything in between, and then Rachel comes swanning home, arms full of flowers, driver dropping her off and escorting her to the door and it just...ugh. It's just really, really tough. Not as I thought it would be at all."

"Oh gorgeous boy," Blaine sighs, kissing into his hair and tightening his arm around his shoulders. "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"I sent you for the audition."

"Don't be silly Blaine," Kurt says firmly, rolling onto his front to place his chin on Blaine's chest. "I wanted to do a production one way or another. This is not your doing at all. But I meant what I said. Suddenly it's like none of that even matters, because you came."

"I might not be able to come again though," he warns, "not like this, anyhow. I'll still be here in two weeks though. That's all. Two more weeks."

"Two weeks," Kurt repeats, suddenly feeling much brighter. "Then it's vacation."

"I have something to tell you about that," Blaine says, biting his lip as he tries to stop the grin forming. "But you cannot tell anyone," he says, "especially not Rachel."

"Okay," Kurt says, eager to hear the news.

"Wes is going to ask Kathy to marry him."

"Ahhh!" Kurt cries happily, sitting up and clapping his hands. "Oh my god! Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! Oh!"

"Slightly concerned that you're more excited for this than you were for your own proposal," Blaine says dryly.

"Be quiet!" Kurt laughs as he smacks lightly on his bare stomach. "Oh! Oh Blaine! How wonderful!" he laughs, giddy with happiness. "Oh, ooh. Tears," he says, fanning at his face. "Aw, Wes."

"Yeah I know," Blaine grins, leaning back against the pillows.

"Wait a minute," Kurt says, eyes going suddenly small. "They're getting married after us, right?"

"Yes," Blaine laughs loudly. "Because Wes said- and I quote- that 'Kurt will freak otherwise.'"

"Oh please," Kurt scoffs, "I would not freak."

"You would freak."

"Yeah...yeah, I would freak," Kurt agrees, flushing self deprecatingly as he laughs. "But oh! We can have a fabulously lavish gay wedding in the California sunshine and then Wes and Kathy can get married in a quaint little church in Ohio."

"Actually they'll probably get married in England," Blaine muses. "Since all her family are there."

"Oh my word, they might have Alice as bridesmaid!" Kurt squeals, "I wonder if Kathy would let me make the attendants outfits?"

"Well she has to say yes to Wes first," Blaine points out. "But I know who the best man is gonna be."

"Oh I wonder who that could be?" Kurt teases, moving to drape his body over Blaine's, arms resting lightly on his shoulders. "You'll be my husband by then," he grins. "Oh, you like that idea, do you?" he asks, eyes going wide as he feels Blaine's cock twitching.

"You're naked, pressed on top of me and talking about us being married. Yes I like it," Blaine grins. "But I'm not ready yet. Later, I promise."

"Okay. Wanna take a shower?"

"Not really."

"What? We're all sex sticky."

"I know, and I like it," Blaine says. "No one is home, why can't we just stay like this for a bit? I like the smell of you on my skin."

"My fiancé wants to stay caked in dried come because he likes the smell of me," Kurt says as he settles down into Blaine's embrace once more. "That should not be nearly as pleasing as it actually is."

They drift off to sleep for an hour before waking content in one another's arms, with soft smiles on their faces as they lie on their sides facing each other. They reconnect as only Kurt and Blaine know how. Silently, with the occasional lazy kiss shared but mostly just looking into one another's eyes and smiling, lots and lots of smiling. The kissing becomes more often, more insistent, building until they're making love slowly and sweetly, Blaine draped over Kurt's back, his body barely lifted from the mattress as they bring themselves to quiet orgasm. Blaine slides them over to a clean part of the bed, still buried deep inside Kurt as they spoon together, content to let time wash over them for a while until Kurt reluctantly moves, dragging Blaine along for a lazy shower before they move to the kitchen to eat.

Tears are shed when they part, but time in his fiancés embrace leaves Kurt with a renewed sense of vigour, and time spending Blaine's cash makes Rachel and Santana much better people to be around- the result being that they all manage to enjoy being together once again, and the rest of Kurt's run flies by until, with only three shows left to go, Blaine arrives back in town.

Kurt's eyes go wide when he arrives at the Four Seasons to join Blaine in his room, smiling indulgently when Blaine refuses to move near to the window to admire the view, stating that he can see perfectly well from leaning against the comforting, solid wall on the other side of the room. They're sitting in the deep soaking tub before long, Blaine settling back happily against Kurt's chest as he scoops water and trails it over his shoulders.

"So...I hate to ask this," Kurt says, leaning down to kiss into Blaine's damp curls. "But I feel like I need to be prepared. When are we next due to be parted?"

"Hmm, well...we're not, I don't think," Blaine says, scrunching his nose in thought as he takes Kurt's hands, kissing his fingertips. "We have vacation for a week, then home for three days, then LA... Then it's back to college for you, young man," he says with a tap to his knee. "Final year."

"But when do the Symphony tour next?"

"Ah. Well."

"I'm not gonna like this," Kurt says, going tense under him.

"Hear me out," Blaine says patiently. "There is a tour over New Years... Wait..." he says as he's pushed unceremoniously from Kurt's chest, who looks ready to explode. "It's in Austria...and I wondered if you'd like to join me?"

"Oh. Well that's better than I thought," Kurt says, feeling oddly deflated after gearing up for an argument. "Yes. I would. Thank you."

"Good boy," Blaine jokes, shifting to the other side of the tub, grinning wickedly as his toes start to rub up the inside of Kurt's thigh. "You know, we could go skiing."

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that and focus on what your foot is doing instead," Kurt says, cocking his head to one side and smiling sweetly.

Blaine laughs darkly, his eyes becoming heavy as he leans back against the tub and breathes deeply. "Feels good," he murmurs as his foot keeps stroking over Kurt's thigh. "To be able to relax with you like this."

"Nice," Kurt agrees. "It's been quite a crazy summer. I'm not looking forward to having to get out this tub and go to work though."

"Only three more left, and I'll be at the matinee tomorrow."

"I know, but I like this hotel. I was made for this lifestyle."

"You totally were," Blaine says, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly as Kurt rubs his feet under the water.

"I feel like I'm in Pretty Woman," Kurt says as Blaine smiles.

"You should be singing Prince."

"I just want your extra time and your...KISS!" Kurt sings loudly and purposely off key as Blaine laughs, sitting upright and looking at him.

"I think I better dance now," he sings back, and Kurt squeals as he dives under the water, emerging with his face covered in bubbles which he grins through, resting his head on Kurt's chest. "Kiss me then," he splutters.

"You must be joking," Kurt laughs, reaching for the washcloth and wiping his face. "Now I will though."

"We always violate the bath water," Blaine murmurs, his lips inches from Kurt's.

"It's just kissing."

"It won't be for long."