The Man In My Bed

by DyreDire

After a bad breakup Kurt determines he'll just have one-night stands, until he wakes up in the bed of Blaine Anderson and decides one night isn't enough. Based on the writing prompt "Kurt and Blaine have a one night stand." Pretty smut heavy I'd say.

Based off the prompt "Kurt and Blaine have a one-night stand"

Hopefully you enjoy... I kinda wanted to extend it but decided to condense it and make it one long chapter. If you like it though, and want a long thorough version let me know in the comments and I can do that!

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No-No-No-No!

He could feel himself waking up and it was dreadful but it happened too fast to stop. His eyes were suddenly open, the bright white light blurry, the cotton-dryness of his throat a little painful. He sucked in a breath but it was heavy and he couldn't smell.

Kurt choked out a cough and felt his stomach churn a little uneasily. He'd thrown up last night - he could tell. He blinked his eyes and the room came into focus more. He wasn't in his own room. He wasn't in any room in his apartment. This one was whiter. A white wood closest door, a sand wood side desk table instead of his own dark mahogany, the walls were white instead of grey like his room. If he tilted his head over the edge of the comfortable bed there was a light beige carpet on the floor instead of the hardwood he had in his.

Ugh, he thought as his thighs slid together and he realized he wasn't wearing pants, I slept with someone who has a carpet bedroom.

There was a large pot beside the bed also, which Kurt was slowly able to smell as it stunk up the room. Yup, he'd definitely vomited. Would it be too rude to sneak out of the apartment - he assumed he was in an apartment although he couldn't remember much of the night - and just leave that there?

Kurt stiffened a groan as he rolled over and paused. The man beside him... He determined it had to be the light shining in from the large window. He was correct, he was in an apartment, and a tall one from the view. The window was floor length but the bottom was covered by a dresser, a poor decorating decision, Kurt thought. But the light that shined from the window seemed to place a very bright halo around the man sleeping across from him making him look almost heavenly beautiful.

Dark hair, loosely gelled and pulled at, long eyelashes folded against his cheeks. His mouth was folded but still maintained a small pout. His shoulders weren't too broad but they were round and his arms were well toned as he folded one hand under his head.

Kurt blinded a few times trying desperately to remember the night before. He remembered flashes of being in the club - it was dark - he vaguely remembered this guy dancing near the bar. He bought the man a drink, or maybe it was the other way around. He remembered him looking a little flustered and shocked, but he couldn't remember what he had been saying to make the man look that way. He remembered being on the sidewalk - but he couldn't remember the man being with him.

He could remember being in a cab with someone but then he didn't remember anything. He didn't mind waking up next to a stranger with no memory of what had happened. He'd gotten rather used to that. Ever since his breakup with Chandler, one-night-stands were all he really tolerated. But suddenly he wished very much that he could remember what it had been like with this man.

Maybe it wasn't that great, he considered, since his body didn't feel very satisfied.

He continued to watch the man for a moment until suddenly he stretched and his eyes flickered open. He saw Kurt and for a moment looked a little startled. Then he blinked a few times, groaned as he looked around the room, and dropped his head back into his pillow.

"Morning." He grumbled.

Kurt's mouth had felt dry but somehow it suddenly felt drier. "Hi."

The man rolled onto his back, arched his back in another stretch which only hurt Kurt's head as the neurons shot through it and elicited all types of thoughts and feelings that his body was in no position to be feeling. Then the man sat up and Kurt wanted to kick himself for the drip that put him over the edge and made this night forgettable. He's flexible AND has abs?!

The man rubbed an eye while looking down at Kurt, "what time is it?"

Kurt blinked in surprise. The man's voice was like music, even ruffled and a little rough from dehydration. But Kurt turned anyways to find his phone. It wasn't on the night stand.

"It's 9:27." The man answered then.

He looked back down at Kurt with a raised eyebrow and if Kurt could have been more dehydrated, that look would have done it.

"Are we at your apartment?" Kurt asked rubbing his temple with his palm.

"Yeah."

Kurt's eyes were closed as he asked, "why do you have carpet flooring?"

The man shrugged and and looked away a little surprised but amused, "they came with the apartment."

"You should have gotten a different apartment, then." Kurt struggled but managed to lift himself onto and elbow. He continued to rub his face.

"The carpets aren't a deal breaker for me." The man laughed, "and you made it very clear last night what this was so I'm not too worried that you approve of my apartment."

Kurt sighed and closed his eyes, slightly worried about whatever he forgot he said, "and what did I say this was?"

"Well..." The man pulled himself from the bed, naked but unashamed of his body. Kurt sat up a little and admired him. The man noticed, grinned a little proudly, and slowly moved to grab his boxers from the night before and slide them on. "You said a lot, actually... you were out celebrating a promotion, we're both from Ohio, your ex... fiancé? Dumped you last year, you aren't ready for another relationship yet, you work at - you kept calling me pretty, which I liked."

Kurt shrugged that off with ease.

"What did I tell you this was?" Kurt motioned between them.

The man opened one of the poorly located drawers by the large window - Kurt would have put the dresser under the wall-mounted TV across the bed, and maybe put the potted plant in the corner in front of the window - and pulled out a grey t-shirt which he slowly shrugged on. Either because he was tired and hung over, or he was still enjoying Kurt's reaction to his body, Kurt wasn't sure.

The man smirked again and after disappointing Kurt by sliding the tight shirt over his stomach, he returned to the bed side, and leaned a little closer, "You said, and I quote, I am going to take you home and ride you like a rodeo, then be gone before you wake up. So far you lied on both fronts."

The man winked a chocolate brown eye but smiled a perfect-toothed smile before returning to his dresser to pull on navy sweatpants.

"Can you-uh... do you have grey sweats?" Kurt wondered sitting up.

The man looked a little confused but looked back in his dresser for a moment, "yeah?"

"Maybe you should do grey pants, white shirt."

"Why?"

Kurt sat up a bit more, ignoring the painful twist in his stomach and the dryness in his throat a little longer as well as ignoring the shift in the blankets which exposed his crotch to the man. The man wasn't oblivious to this. He glanced down, lifted his dark, thick eyebrows in some surprise, then looked back up to Kurt's face as Kurt answered, "trust me, you look cute but that'll make you look sexy."

"Who am I trying to look sexy for?" Blaine wondered as he pulled a white shirt from his dresser, "I'm home alone."

"I'm here." Kurt felt like he needed to vomit suddenly so he rolled over, and threw up in the pot. He hung his head for a moment, too tired and sore to feel any embarrassment.

"Please tell me you didn't get any of that into my carpet?" the man whined as Kurt hung his head.

In a rough, choked voice Kurt answered, "well that's what you get for owning carpet. That would come right out of hardwood."

The man waited for him to sit back up and wipe his face before continuing, "yeah, but you said you wouldn't be here when I woke up," he pulled off the grey shirt and pulled on the white. It was a deeper V-neck which Kurt was much more thankful for, and so thin Kurt could easily see his nipples poking through. The man gave Kurt a humored but critical side glare.

"And you were into that?" Kurt wasn't judging. He rubbed his head and tried to prolong the time between this conversation and his tired walk home... or to get a cab... depending on where he was.

The man shrugged, "No one's ever said that to me before. I was very curious." He kicked off the pants and put on the grey sweats.

"Huh," Kurt looked around the bed for his clothes.

"Can you do something about that?" The man wondered, "It's starting to stink up the room."

Kurt was confused for a moment but then understood, "do you have a bathroom?"

"Across the hall."

Kurt nodded, slid out of the bed, and pulled on the pair of boxers beside his bed. He grabbed the pot but before taking it out, he asked, "Was last night fun for you?"

He rather hoped it had been. This man was beautiful and if he couldn't remember being with him, he hoped the man would fondly remember being with Kurt.

He shrugged, "I mean... yeah... I don't usually do..." He motioned between himself and Kurt, "so that's a new experience."

"The sex was good?"

"You don't remember?" The man seemed to not believe this, which Kurt took as a compliment.

"I was really drunk."

"Obviously," The man nodded.

"So was it good?"

"We didn't really have sex."

"What?" Kurt almost dropped the pot. He felt short breathed as his eyes roamed the man once more. His body was perfection, his face was unreal, and he very very well endowered as Kurt had seen when he stood up. There was an open condom wrapper on the side table and a bottle of lube so he was struggling to believe that fully.

An amused smirk crossed the man's face for a moment before he steadied his face again, "you were really drunk. Way too drunk. I was in you for like... a minute, maybe?" He thought hard about it then shrugged again, "but then I made us stop. You were way too drunk."

"I would have consented!" Kurt snapped suddenly a little furious that he'd missed this opportunity. It felt like a once in a lifetime kind of thing.

"Yeah but you were drunk and I mean... If the roles were reversed... I would've wanted you to..."

Kurt shook his head in disbelief and anger to which the man quietly giggled to himself. His eyes, so bright and precious that Kurt wanted to melt in them. Instead he turned and stormed across the hall into the washroom to flush the potted mess down the toilet. He drank from the tap, spitting and swallowing on a cycle to clean out his mouth and quench his thirst, then rinsed out the pot in the shower before returning to the bedroom.

The man had left but had folded Kurt's clothing and left it on the bed for him. Kurt was tired and the light was giving him a headache but thought about the outfit now stained from the night before. He'd worn it on his night out with his coworkers to celebrate his new promotion. Everyone in the bar insisted on buying him drinks to celebrate, the only reason he'd gotten so uncontrollably drunk. It was the best day and night he's ever had. He almost wanted to retire the entire outfit because it literally couldn't make anything else happen that nice ever again.

As he stared down at the soiled outfit he considered maybe the week could only go downhill now. Like apparently not sleeping with one of the sexiest men he'd ever seen. And soiling a nice outfit, and - he stopped suddenly as he realized yesterday was Monday. Today was Tuesday, he'd woken up after nine and he had a meeting at 10am.

So yes - his week could only get worse. Quickly he grabbed the grey shirt and the navy sweatpants the beautiful stranger had left on his dresser and pulled them on. He didn't have time to reassemble the outfit form yesterday, and it was a mess anyways. He had a spare outfit at work for emergencies anyways. He ran his hands through his hair twice, grabbed his outfit and bolted out of the room.

The apartment was larger than the room made it seem. The white and beige theme seemed to transfer into the living room and kitchen with only a small partial wall separating them. The man had turned that part wall into a raised bar. The man stood by the counter, the TV in the large, bright living room on, as he put waffles onto a plate.

"What time is it?" Kurt shouted as he ran through the short hallway into the kitchen.

"Uh... 10? No, 9:40. Why?" The man had to look at the clock on his microwave to tell.

"Shit!" Kurt screamed sliding on his shoes from where he'd tossed them last night and bolting out of the room.

"Are you wearing my - ?" The man asked as the door slammed behind Kurt.

Kurt raced down the hallway towards the elevator which luckily opened only a moment after he pressed the button. He hopped in alone and rapidly pressed the Lobby button over and over until the door closed.

"Come on... come on... come on..." He groaned and internally prayed that no one else stopped the elevator to get on. He did stop panicking for a moment to recount the floors as he lowered. He'd been on the 29th floor of a 40 story building and mentally attacked the man for living so inconveniently far from the ground. The ding of the elevator finally arrived and Kurt raced out. The lobby was large and much brighter than Kurt expected. He didn't remember entering the building, nor did he know what part of the city he was in.

The man who stood behind the front desk offered him a professional smile before Kurt escaped passed the doorman and onto the streets of New York City. He was shocked for a moment, then thankful as he realized he was in the heart of the city, and only ten minutes from work. It wasn't hard to hail a cab and hop in.

Around this time he knew his boss, and more probably his coworkers, would be texting him asking where he was. He hadn't heard a ring so he hoped his phone was just on silent and not dead. He scrambled through his clothes from last night for most of the ride before realizing there was no phone.

"Where the hell is my phone?" He breathed. He tried, through his headache and anxiety, to remember if he'd seen it in the man's apartment. Not to his best memory but he was fairly certain he'd had it in the cab on his was from the club. "Ugh! This is a nightmare!"

Then he realized something that might be a little worse - he didn't have his wallet either. He sucked in a breath and when the driver looked back he simply said, "I think I left my phone."

"Do you want to turn back?"

Kurt hesitated for a moment, but looked at the time on the dashboard - 9:53. "It's okay, I don't have time." He didn't want the driver to realize he had no money either.

As if the driver could read his mind, they jokingly asked, "You remembered your wallet, though, right?"

"Wouldn't that be terrible?!" Kurt laughed but reminded himself that he needed to get to work or be fired. He didn't want to be fired after one day. This was his big break.

When the car pulled up in front of the building Kurt quickly slid out.

"My friend will be down in a second to pay you," The driver was instantly furious as Kurt said this, "I'll make sure they tip you well - thank you!"

And he bolted into the building. Luckily the receptionist knew him because without his wallet he didn't have his pass. When he saw a coworker he instructed them to run outside to his cab and pay, and said that he'd explain more once he was back. It took him only three minutes to find his new office, change into something less lazy, and grab his things for the meeting.

"Kurt, are you ready?" Matt, one of his coworkers asked knocking on the door as Kurt wiped his face with a moist cleansing wipe he stored for emergencies, "It's starting - Oh, that boy from last night really must have done a number on you, huh?"

Kurt was too breathless to answer but Matt took his exhausted disbelief as a sign of agreement. Kurt quickly finished cleaning his face before grabbing all his folders, luckily ready for him now that he had an assistant whom he'd yet to properly meet since he was so late, and followed Matt to the conference room.

It had gone surprisingly better than Kurt expected. Unfortunately for Kurt, most of the office had already been gossiping about last night and why they all thought Kurt had been so late. Luckily, it was all stated in a context of celebration rather than unprofessionalism so most people seemed willing to give it a pass. Especially since, although he did stumble over himself a little, he was decently prepared for the meeting and faked his way through it well.

Isabelle, considerate as ever, even offered to turn the lights down for him. He refused to avoid further embarrassment, but the light really was killing him. When it was over she asked him to meet a potential designer they wanted to meet with. He had his assistant call and arrange a dinner meeting with the designer while he claimed he needed to make a quick errand.

"Can I borrow $20?" Kurt asked Matt as he and Elliot stood in line at the building's café for a cappuccino.

"What for?" Matt wondered with a look on his face that told Kurt he was looking for more gossip. Elliot seemed just as excited.

"I left my wallet at home," Kurt lied smoothly, "and I need money for a cab. I'll be back in thirty minutes, I can pay you back then."

Matt pulled a twenty from his wallet and handed it to Kurt with a slow flare, "keep it. As a thank you for last night."

"What happened last night?"

Both Elliot and Matt burst into a fit of giggles. Kurt rolled his eyes, decided it didn't matter anyways, and walked away.

Kurt could barely remember the location of the man's apartment, but luckily knew a building close enough to use it for the cab driver. It then took about twenty minutes on foot but he found the building and the doorman welcomed him back inside.

Kurt sped through the lobby with less urgency than before. He could now admire the three separate sitting area's and the large gold-accented front desk.

He passed it quickly, this time the man behind didn't smile as he watched him. Kurt pressed the elevator button but after a minute it never arrived. He tried again, and again.

"Excuse me, sir." Kurt jumped and turned towards the voice. The man from behind the desk, with dark features, who stood very tall and thin looked down at him, "can I help you with something?"

"Uh..." Kurt gaped up at him but then explained, "I uh... left my phone and wallet upstairs."

"Are you a new resident, sir?" The man turned back towards the desk and Kurt followed.

"No, just visiting." Kurt leaned his forearms against the top of the desk and watched the man as he started to type on his computer.

"And who are you visiting, sir?"

"I - Uh..." And it was in that moment that Kurt realized he'd never gotten a name. Or maybe he had, he probably had, but he certainly hadn't cared to remember it. Oliver, Tracy, Kevin, John, Carl - those names he could remember. Those were the only other men he'd slept with after Chandler. All one-night stands, none as spectacularly gorgeous as the one left upstairs. Kurt might have thought they looked that gorgeous while drunk, but in the morning definitely not. But their names he remembered... maybe because he'd actually gotten the chance to call their names out during the night, but Kurt decided not to be bitter about that. He was the one who drank too much. The man upstairs had actually been very polite to not want to continue. Especially if he'd been drunk enough not to remember anything.

The man waited for Kurt's answer, to which Kurt glanced around him to ensure no one was too close, then leaned forward to quietly say, "I don't know."

The man narrowed his eyes, "You don't know."

Kurt shrugged, "I forget his name."

"Right." He dropped his hands from the computer, "Do you have a key?"

"No."

"A pin number?"

"No,"

"Do you have a way to contact the individual you are looking to visit?"

"I might in my phone which is upstairs," Kurt mused. The man didn't seem impressed. "You saw me this morning! Just let me go up and grab my phone and wallet, please."

The man took a deep breath and wondered, "I can't give you access to this building. Why don't you know the name of the person you're trying to visit?"

Kurt leaned forward more, and the man took a step back although Kurt still couldn't reach him, "I was drunk, and it was just about sex."

The man stared at him for a moment, then his eyes widened in brief understanding before he closed them to compose himself.

"Do you know what floor your... friend lives on?" The man didn't open his eyes to ask.

"Twenty-nine." Kurt answered.

Avoiding Kurt's glance, the front desk man turned to his computer, "how many people live in the household?"

"One...? Maybe... I think it was a two bedroom, but I didn't see anyone else." Kurt tried to think of that morning but it was almost like the hangover blocked his memory as much as the alcohol had. It had only been four hours since Kurt had woken up in a stranger's bed but he felt like it had been two days.

The receptionist stopped for a moment to think, then glanced at Kurt, "male or female?"

"Male."

"What did he look like?"

"Uh - black hair, brown eyes, maybe 5'8, beautiful -" Kurt was lost for a moment in the memory of the man when the receptionist cut him off.

"I think I know the man. Let me just call and see if I'm correct." The receptionist picked up a phone and dialed a number, held the corded phone to his ear and looked away from Kurt, "Hello sir... sorry to disturb you, it's Ronald from the front desk."

"Nice to meet you, Ronald." Kurt smiled cheerfully. Ronald gave him a dark glare so Kurt backed up a little.

"Hi, I have a man here, he says he was your guest last night..." Ronald stopped to look over Kurt quickly. Kurt felt a sudden panic that Ronald had called the wrong apartment, or that the man wouldn't want to see him, "Yes... He is... No, he's wearing a suit, sir..." Ronald looked over the counter and asked Kurt quietly, "Do you have his sweatpants?" Kurt felt a bubble of hope and smiled a little wider than he ever thought he should in this situation.

"I left them at my office, but I can bring them back," Kurt answered feeling his heart suddenly become much heavier as the beats became painful.

Ronald spoke into the phone again, "He left them at work. He says he can bring them back, though..." Ronald looked back at Kurt, "He would like his sweatpants back... they're his favorites." Kurt nodded as Ronald looked away again, "Yes sir... he said that he left his phone and wallet... you have them...? Oh that is very amusing, sir... I'm certain he will be thrilled... Yes sir... I will... thank you sir..."

Ronald hung up the phone and looked back to Kurt with a much friendlier smile, "Alright, Leroy, he is expecting you upstairs."

Kurt blinked in shock, not completely sure what Ronald just said to him, but he nodded, thanked him anyways, and hurried to the elevator. Ronald walked around the desk and tapped a key to the elevator. The button lit up and it finally arrived.

"Thanks Ron!" Kurt smiled as the doors closed.

Kurt was anxious as the elevator began to rise. He hadn't been expecting to see the man again and suddenly he was in the same day. He just felt lucky that he was still home so Kurt could grab the phone and wallet. He wondered what he'd be wearing... still the sexy sweats or maybe a nice suit now. Someone who lived in an apartment like this surely wore a suit to work.

He was also anxiously waiting to check texts, calls, and emails that he'd been neglecting all morning. He didn't go home and he hadn't told Rachel, so she was undoubtedly calling the police. He'd need to check in with her soon.

Kurt tried to be cool as he walked out of the elevator into the hallway of the twenty-ninth floor. He quickly found the door that he remembered being the man's and knocked.

He knocked three times and waited but no one answered, so he tried again. "Hello?" He called but didn't hear anyone inside. "Hello! Ronald told you I was coming up, right?" He knocked again.

Starting to get anxious again, and a little uncomfortable, he wasn't really sure what to do until he heard a door open a few doors down the hall. He glanced over irritated just in time to see the dark haired man poke his head out the door.

"What are you doing?" The man wondered.

Kurt stepped back from the wrong door, suddenly thankful no one had answered, and walked towards the now open door. The man stepped inside and when Kurt reached the door he froze and gaped... he'd been hoping for a well fitted suit, or maybe the sweats but what he got was a freshly showered Adonis wearing only a short towel around his waist.

Kurt gaped at him for a moment as the gorgeous man beckoned him inside. Once Kurt had stepped in, the man closed the door behind him.

"D-D-Don't you have to work?" Kurt asked checking the clock beside the TV which he hadn't noticed the first time. It was nearing 3 in the afternoon.

"I don't work today." The man answered, then shrugged, "Well I do, actually, I can just work from home. Your stuff's on the coffee table. I put it there last night. Your belt's there too."

"Thank you." Kurt struggled to pull his eyes away from the man's chest or his legs but somehow managed.

Kurt entered the living room and looked back at the man who was now scrubbing through his wet hair with a towel. Kurt suddenly wished he'd used the towel around his waist instead but tried to shake his head of the thought.

"Are you going to bring my sweatpants back?" The man wondered watching Kurt a little playfully. "They're my favorites."

"The grey one's make your butt look better." Kurt noted.

"But the blue ones are more comfortable."

"They're navy."

"Is there a difference?" The man wondered before sauntering back down the short hallway. He returned a second later with the grey sweats. He dropped the towel from his waist and pulled the sweats on before kicking the towel away.

Kurt sucked in a breath, his mouth feeling dryer than it had that morning, and said, "you're very comfortable with your body."

The man shrugged, "You've seen it all before," then he smirked, "and you liked it."

"I still..." Kurt blanked on what to say next, "should I bring them back tonight?"

"I have a work thing tonight. Maybe tomorrow?" The man wondered.

Kurt gaped at him for a moment, suddenly wondering if again his appearance was due to some miracle of light or if he was actually that spectacular.

"Y-yeah. Tomorrow, sure." Kurt nodded and looked down at the things folded in his hands over his pelvis to hide the growing erection that he feared my follow. "Why was my stuff out here?"

"We started in the living room." The man explained motioning to the couch, "then we moved to the bedroom cause you couldn't balance on the couch."

"That's a big couch." Kurt noted.

"You were drunk, that's why we stopped."

"That's kind of a shame, isn't it?" Kurt wondered trying to get an idea of the man's thoughts.

The man shrugged and glanced away, "I mean... it was fun for the minute... maybe it was for the best, though. I don't think I'd actually be that good at... a one night stand... or whatever this is."

"A one night stand." Kurt agreed.

"Do one night stands see each other this often, though?" The man wondered critically.

"Once we've returned all our stuff, we'll never see each other again." Kurt assured him feeling his stomach tighten.

"That's good, this is getting kind of awkward." The man mused, "You literally ran out of here."

"I was late for work."

"Right." The man gasped but a small smile played at his lips, "and right after a promotion."

"That surprisingly put the lateness in my favor."

"Really?" The man thought for a moment, "I doubt that would ever work for me."

"What do you do?" Kurt wondered. He had yet to realize that he'd made no move to leave since grabbing his things.

"Lawyer." The man answered then rethought his answer, "or legal assistant, I guess, but I did just pass my bar so I'm technically a lawyer. I'm working on a case now, actually and if I can get it to court and win I think they'll sign me on officially. It would be great, my parents pay for this place right now and I don't know how much longer they'll do that."

"Your parents pay for this place?" Kurt looked around, his eyes lingering the longest on the tall view from the windows surrounding the TV and coating the room in light.

"Yeah..." The man put his hands in his pockets and shrugged bashfully, "I actually wanted to do singing or something but my dad only agreed to pay for the apartment if I did medical or law. Law seemed like an easier side job... but it might have taken over a bit. I get to help people, though."

"You sing?" Kurt snapped his head back to him.

"Yeah! I was actually telling you about that last night - which I guess you don't remember." Kurt shrugged bashfully, but the man brushed it off, "I still sing a little on the side but less than I'd like to."

"I'd love to hear you sometime." Kurt smiled because he couldn't help himself.

The man narrowed his eyes but still wore a smile, "doesn't that defeat the point of the one-night-stand thing?"

"Oh right..." Kurt blinked and like magic was returned to reality, "right... I have to go, actually, but thank you! I really needed these. I'll, uh... bring over your sweats tomorrow, okay? Is there a time you'll be home? Does 6 work?"

"You can just leave them with the front desk," The man suggested and Kurt felt his heart sink heavily into his stomach. A part of him, he only just realized, had really hoped for another excuse to see him. Preferably without clothes on.

"Right. I can leave them with Ronald." Kurt smiled a little, "Well... thank you again."

"No problem."

"And thanks for being such a gentleman last night." Kurt added and the man beamed in response.

"I did have sex with you for about a minute, to be clear." The man added as if it were impossible to ignore. "I wasn't gentlemanly until you stopped speaking English."

"Still, I'm sure a lot of people wouldn't have stopped at all." Kurt offered, "I am a little annoyed that you stopped, but you weren't in the wrong."

"Thank you." He smiled, "did you still have to leave or...?"

"Right, I did... I'll see you..." Kurt rushed passed him for a moment but stopped at the door, "I guess I won't see you."

"Maybe on the street sometime." The man smiled.

"Yeah, maybe on the street." Kurt nodded before taking one last look at the experience he couldn't remember, and escaping the room. Before the door closed behind him, he swung around and reentered, surprising the man still inside. "I have one last question, actually."

"O-kay." The man blinked.

"Did you see the people I was with yesterday?" Kurt wondered, "at the club?"

"You were with like..." The man though, his eyes drifting away, "seven people, I think. Right?"

"Yeah, do you know what I might have done to earn $20?"

Confusion crossed the man's face, "what do you mean?"

"My wallet was here so one of my coworkers gave me money for a cab but said I didn't pay him back because I'd earned it last night... I just wanted to know what I'd done."

The man thought for a moment, then asked, "tall guy? Sandy-reddish hair, green eyes, pretty thin? Nice jawline?"

"Yeah, sounds like him,"

"His credit card declined so you paid for his drinks."

"Oh, really?" Kurt asked in disbelief, suddenly feeling more than confident enough to shut Matt down if we came at him with more gossip or jokes.

"Yeah, but you paid for a lot of people's drinks." The guy's face turned from concentrated to amused, "since you're getting a promotion and all."

"Huh,"

"I'd check your bank statement." The man suggested.

"Right... thank you." Kurt blew him a kiss, not really sure why, and raced towards the elevator as if to finally escape the man's pull on him.

Kurt struggled to focus for the rest of the day. His night and his meeting with the designer was just as bad. Although he was functional and did his job well, he couldn't take his mind off the man he'd woken up next to on the 29th floor of a random building. His face, his voice, his body... it was tough to sleep that night knowing he'd missed his opportunity.

At work he couldn't focus either. His eyes kept turning to the sweats that waited folded on the end of his desk. Finally, after surviving two meetings and a pitch session without them, he sat down at his desk, ignoring the emails coming in, he turned his attention back to the folded sweats.

"Don't do it." he whispered to himself before caving to the urge, grabbing the sweatpants and smelling them. They smelled like vanilla and wood which was strangely the scent of the man's house. But it was a scent that Kurt loved. It was urban and sweet with a hint of ruggedness. And if this was his last chance to ever smell it, he wanted to smell it.

He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of the soft sweats. He could understand the man's desire for them back. Although he hadn't enjoyed them to their fullest while rushing to work while hungover, they were extremely soft and comfortable.

"What are you doing?" Kurt jumped when he heard Mark's voice at his door. He stood with Isabelle beside him, both watching Kurt curiously.

Kurt, panicked for a moment and feeling his face heat up to an undoubtedly telling crimson, pulled the sweats from his face, "they're soft."

Both executives were startled by this.

"Feel them," Kurt pushed as if that had been his intention the whole time. He stood and held out the folded sweatpants. Tentatively, Mark and Isabelle entered and reached out to touch them, "they're soft enough to rub on your face, isn't that nice?"

"It is nice, but why are you doing it?" Isabelle wondered, then suggested, "is it like a comfort blanket?"

Without hesitation, and surprising himself more than them, Kurt said, "I was thinking about how the average New Yorker - no - the average person cares more about being comfortable than being fashionable."

This was a lie. He was replaying and replaying his first conversation with the man over and over in his head unconsciously trying to cement the memory in his brain forever. That one man cared more about being comfortable than being sexy, but maybe he was average? Kurt somewhat doubted this, but considering the number of people who didn't seem to get fashion, maybe he wasn't that far off.

Mark and Isabelle watched him with careful and trusting concentration.

He continued, "So I was thinking... comfortable fashion."

He let that hang in the air for a moment, holding his breath the whole time until finally Isabelle gasped and smiled with pride, "you're right! We could try a whole line dedicated to making the at home comfort into something that could also be fashionable enough to take outside, and vise-versa!"

Kurt released his breath and smiled widely.

---

It was nearing 6pm. Although he'd been off work for an hour, Kurt sat in his office staring at the sweatpants until about 5:45pm. Why was this so hard for him? All year these one-night stands had been easy. No, he didn't do them often, so maybe this was inevitable. The desire to hold onto something finally catching up.

No, he decided, it probably had more to do with guilt, regret, and embarrassment. No one had ever stopped because he was too drunk. How horrible did he have to be for someone to decide he was too drunk? Had he made a complete fool of himself?! And with someone so... He shook his head.

But by 6:05 he was walking into the lobby of the building, much slowly than both times before, with much more diligence. This might be his last time here. This building was much nicer than the one Rachel and Kurt shared. Yes, as their careers were taking off they'd started looking for a new place, but for now he wanted to enjoy the one he stood in.

Ronald was at the front desk and offered Kurt and almost expectant smile.

"Hello, Ron." Kurt smiled and Ronald almost grimaced away from the nickname, "how's your day?"

"It's been lovely, thank you." He nodded and held out his hand for the clothes. Hesitantly, Kurt opened the satchel he wore over his shoulder and with a shaking hand prepared to hand over the last piece of the worst one-night-stand he'd ever had.

He jumped and sucked in a breath as he felt someone place their hand between his shoulder blades. He turned his head and paused, breathless, and smiled at the man now wearing a dark suit with his hair gelled back. Kurt turned his attention then, "hey."

"Hey, how're you?" He wondered gingerly pulling Kurt into an awkward hug.

Kurt hugged him back, not really sure what else to do and when they finally pulled away, the man asked, "did you bring my stuff?"

"Yeah," Kurt smiled and pulled out the shirt.

The man took it with a smile and held out his hand. Kurt looked at it, then smiled back at his face.

"Where are my pants?" The man wondered, losing his smile a little.

"You look better without them." Kurt decided.

"Where are my pants, Leroy?" The man demanded and Kurt for a moment wondered what the Leroy reference connected to but decided to ignore it.

"So this amazing thing happened at work today - " Kurt started. The man turned to glare at Ronald who put his hands up and turned away. Then the man returned his glare to Kurt and folded his hands over his chest.

"I want my pants back,"

"I'll get them back to you in a couple days, but they're inspiration for this new line I'm designing! I'm going to create my own line, isn't that amazing!?"

"Not as amazing as sleeping in those pants, I want them back."

"You'll get them back, just a couple days." Kurt pleaded.

"I'm kind of regretting bringing you home."

Kurt stopped and felt the air leave his lungs, "don't say that."

The man surrendered and slouched his shoulders, "I just want my pants back."

"You'll get them back. I swear."

"Fine," He mumbled taking the shirt and walking sluggishly back to the elevator.

"It was good seeing you!" Kurt called but he just waved a hand back as he waited for the doors to open. He didn't look at Kurt when he walked inside. Kurt waited until the dark haired man had been enclosed in the elevator before looking at Ronald, who blissfully and shamelessly pretended he hadn't been watching.

The ride home felt like forever, and being home felt even longer because it included very detailed plans by Rachel on finding the perfect new apartment. By 11 Kurt was finally able to escape to his room but he couldn't sleep. The man's face haunted his every thought. And it was only in that moment that Kurt realized he still didn't know his name. Ronald hadn't ever addressed him by name - except maybe Leroy, but he didn't suit Leroy - and it was way too late to ask. Not that he'd be willing to tell Kurt his name now...

Why couldn't he get this stupid man out of his head? Because he was so beautiful? Because he'd said no? Because he was so patient and understanding? Kurt sucked in a breath and tried to quiet his brain but he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, that night still seemed lost to him. Some memories seemed to poke through, including them stumbling into the apartment laughing and giggling. Falling onto the couch too awkward and painfully - still laughing - kissing. He remembered kissing the man but he couldn't remember what it had felt like. He couldn't remember holding him or the sensation of his skin.

He tried desperately, and he thought he could remember the man laying over him thrusting, but he didn't remember having him inside him. He didn't remember if the lights were on or off, but he was fairly sure they were off. Kurt put a hand in his own pants and lightly rubbed himself as he tried to imagine and remember the man on top of him. Had he been going slow or fast? Kurt couldn't remember, but he remembered that they'd been cheek to cheek. He thought he could remember the feeling of the man's grunts and gasps against his ear, and maybe even the sound if it wasn't just his imagination.

He was starting to remember arguing when the man finally pulled away and said he couldn't do it. He remembered begging him to continue - drunk and uncoordinated - as the man pulled away and decided they'd done enough for one night, unless Kurt sobered up. Instead Kurt had fallen asleep.

He continued to rub himself trying to replay the parts of the night he remembered while adding his own fantasies to the memories to enhance and intensify them. The main issue being he didn't know the man's name. His imagination didn't know what to call him.

He got hard quickly thinking of his strange man, and finished even quicker, moaning lightly but wishing he had a name to moan. At least, he thought, it should be easier to get to sleep.

It wasn't.

---

Work on Friday was hard but Kurt was inspired by his stolen sweatpants. By lunch he'd had enough staying away from the stranger and, although he still wasn't in a position to return the pants, he wanted an excuse to see him. Finally he realized that he had one.

7pm on Friday Kurt was washed, changed from work, and decided the man must be home. After dinner and before going out, it seemed like a safe gamble. If not, he'd wait in the lobby all night to catch him.

"Is he here?" Kurt asked Ronald who'd barely looked up by the time Kurt was walking passed.

"I-uh... yes, sir." Ronald walked out from the desk and towards the elevator with Kurt, but didn't call for it. "Is he expecting you?"

"I wanted to surprise him."

"Do you have his pants?"

"Yes."

"Let me see them." Ronald challenged.

Kurt hesitated then surrendered, "I don't but I will. I just need to talk to him."

Ronald hesitated but after about a minute of silence he tapped his key and called the elevator.

Kurt eagerly stepped inside and pressed the 29. It felt like forever for Kurt as he rose, anxiety filling him. He almost didn't want to step off the elevator as it arrived.

Kurt was standing by the apartment door contemplating what he would say when it suddenly swung open. On the other side the dark haired man stood in a tank top and shirts, with runners on his feet and his phone strapped to his arms. He was startled to see Kurt.

"What are you doing?" Kurt wondered examining his outfit.

"I-I was going for a run. What are you doing here?"

Kurt shuffled uncomfortably but met the man's warm eyes again, "we didn't have sex."

"Okay?"

"We didn't have sex which is terrible, because I was your first one-night-stand - I think," Kurt thought but the man interrupted.

He was rather startled and stared wide eyed, "Yeah, you were."

"But we didn't have sex, so we need to fix that."

"We need to have sex." The man clarified.

"Yes, then we can not see each other forever and it will be completely out of our systems." Kurt nodded.

"Except for when you return my pants."

"Yeah." Kurt stepped into the room, closed the door behind him, and pulled the man into a hard kiss which he willingly accepted.

"My run..." The man breathed over Kurt's lips as he let Kurt lead him backward toward the bedroom.

"This will be good cardio." Kurt moaned and the man nodded eagerly, pulling the blazer from Kurt's suit, followed by the buttons of his burgundy vest and the the white shirt under. Meanwhile Kurt locked a hand into the man's hair and used the other hand to slide the mans shorts down to his thighs. The man easily kicked them off into the hallway and let Kurt lead him towards his bed. "I need to get you out of my system."

The man nodded pulling Kurt back by the now opened button up shirt so that Kurt was laying over him on the side of the bed. It was still sunny outside so the lights didn't need to be turned on. The man's legs were bent on either side of Kurt's legs and dangling over the bed. Kurt pulled back to stand, admiring the man under him for a moment before pulling his shirt off, followed by his own and then dropping to his knees. The man continued to lie back as Kurt rested his cheek against the man's inner thigh.

"Oh god..." The man groaned lowering a hand to Kurt's hair, sliding his fingers in and adding pressure to massage Kurt's scalp as Kurt started rubbing the man's cock with one hand. Kurt watched the man harden in his hands for a moment before turning his face to begin lightly kissing up and down the inside of the man's leg from his knee to his balls and back. The man moaned thrusting his hips a little deeper into Kurt's hand. "I've wanted this..."

Kurt started licking and lightly biting up and down his thigh as he rubbed the man's cock. His teeth and suction leaving little red and pink marks. The man grew harder and harder, his erection getting bigger and bigger as Kurt's fingers pressed into it. Feeling it made Kurt harder in his own constricting pants.

Finally Kurt moved his head up under the man's standing erection and sucked his balls into his mouth, moaning as he tried to play with both in his cheeks.

"Uhh!" The man tightened his grip on Kurt's hair, letting his hands massage more.

Kurt sucked a little harder as he dropped his hands and used them the spread the man's legs a little wider.

Then he dropped the balls from his mouth but kept his lips on the man's undercarriage. "I want you."

"God, please!" The man moaned letting his head fall back as Kurt spread his legs further and lowered his face and tongue lower and deeper between his ass cheeks so his tongue could lick along the man's rim.

Kurt continued to let his tongue and lips tease before sitting up and looking up the man's toned body. The man had slipped a condom over his erection as Kurt had played between his legs and although Kurt was a little disappointed by this, he didn't fight. He put his lips over the tip of the cock and ignored the taste as he started slowly licking and sucking his way down. The cock quickly poked at the back of Kurt's throat but he relaxed his stance, calmed his throat, and let his eyes roll as he slowly slipped the erection into his throat. He choked and his body struggled a big not to fight, but he continued to suck. Sucking harder and deeper while trying to let his cock slide through his clenching throat. The man moaned and instinctively thrust his hips up, shoving himself deeper into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt gagged a little and struggled to calm his throat but managed as the man held his head in place with two hands and started slowly thrusting up into his mouth, shoving himself nearly balls deep into Kurt's mouth. Kurt clawed onto the inside of the man's golden-tanned legs as he willed his body to allow the oral attack. When he tried to bob his head over the cock, the hands resisted moving his head for him. As his throat adapted he began sucking again allowing the man to now slowly thrust balls deep in and out of his mouth. In - Kurt's fingers dug and his eyes rolled back - out - he sucked in a breath through his nose as drool and saliva pooled from his lips to the tip of the covered cock - in - his throat closed and he attempted to suck - out - he whimpered loudly - in - he pressed his tongue against the cock - out - his mumbling moans were inaudible through his trembling lips - in - out - in - out - the man clenched his hips and thrust upward into Kurt's mouth once mouth holding his face down as Kurt felt the condom fill in the back of his throat.

The man moaned loudly as he came, releasing Kurt's head once done. Kurt slowly pulled himself off and let himself catch his breath before lowing and lapping at the man's balls with his tongue.

"Leroy" The man moaned confusing Kurt for a moment but he decided not to press the issue.

Kurt looked up at him over his cock and bit his lip playfully.

"Ask me for it." Kurt ordered pulling the condom off the man before tying it up, and making a small show of ticking the tip.

"Please - god - please!"

Kurt removed his belt and tugged off his pants. His erection stood unmistakable under his boxers, "please what?"

"Please fuck me."

There was a tiny wet spot over the part of Kurt's boxers that covered the tip but Kurt kicked them away easily. He then walked to the side table, pulled out the package of condoms and slid one on... Then he grabbed the lube and rub it on himself before positioning himself back between the man's legs. He slid the still lubricated hand between the man's legs and let a finger slip into his tight hole. The hole instantly tightened around his finger.

"You're tight." Kurt moaned rubbing his lubricated cock with his free hand while looking down at the beautiful, naked, and waiting man under him.

"It's been a while." The man admitted opening his legs a little more and lifting his hips a bit so he was more accessible to Kurt.

Kurt continued to slip the finger in and out, then slowly added another. When he'd finally had enough of that he pulled his hand away, leaned over the man's hips, and positioned himself over the small hole. Then slowly he slipped his tip inside and watched the man's face until he was sure he was ready for more. He slipped another inch in. Then another. Then another. Until he was slowly thrusting a few inches in and out.

The man tightly wrapped his legs around Kurt's hips urging him deeper, and Kurt complied. His hips thrust faster and deeper until he could see the man's entire body reacting to each of his thrusts. Deeper and deeper, holding one hand on the man's hips to help him move over his cock, and the other hand rested on the man's chest and he deepened his thrusts and moved his hips in slight circles. The man tried desperately to meet the thrust.

Kurt lowered then to kiss the man, down his chin, and into his neck. The man moaned and continued rolling his hips along Kurt's as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's back and shoulders for any support.

"Don't stop!" He cried as Kurt fucked him balls deep, each thrust rocking the man's body entirely, "Don't-!"

Kurt thrust faster and harder, only backing his hips far enough away to snap them back inside. The man whimpered and winced but took each thrust and dug his fingers into the Kurt's back, his lips and teeth digging into the front of Kurt's chest and neck.

"Ugh! Leroy!" The man cried arching his back as Kurt impaled him harder.

Kurt didn't stop thrusting but looked up at the man under him. He kissed him, sucked on his lower lip for a moment before pulling it up and let his mouth drool into the other man who willingly caught and swallowed before kissing Kurt back. Kurt didn't stop snapping hips when he asked, "Why do you keep calling me Leroy?"

"That's your name, isn't it?"

"No?" Kurt let the weight of his hips drop to snap deeper inside.

"You said your name was Leroy."

"When?" Kurt had one hand in the man's hair, another on his shoulder to hold him in place as he thrust harder.

"The other night."

"You thought my name was Leroy? And you were still willing to have sex with me? That's brave"

He laughed throwing his head back in a mix of humor and pleasure.

"You had my wallet for over half a day and never looked in it?!" Kurt demanded.

"I would have if you hadn't come back for it." He grunted closing his eyes for a moment, "what's your name?" He demanded as his hips snapped up to better meet Kurt's thrusts.

"Kurt." Kurt answered, then decided to ask, "What's yours?"

"You don't remember my name?" The man laughed in disbelief. "Blaine."

"Oh fuck, that's a good name." Kurt groaned lowering his face to Blaine's stomach, then licked up to his nipples which he lightly assaulted with his teeth and tongue.

"Much better than Leroy, I guess." Blaine joked before cumming on his own chest. Kurt continued to thrust for a few moments as Blaine's ass clenched on his cock. "Fuck - Kurt!"

Kurt thrust his hips deeper into Blaine and finished into the condom which he filled while holding himself in Blaine's ass.

"Gaaa-d!" Kurt groaned dropping his check over Blaine's. Blaine responded by lightly rolling his hips over Kurt's softening cock while wrapping his arms around Kurt's back and lightly digging his fingers into his back with every intense sensation of pleasure he felt as he did this. Kurt dropped his face beside Blaine's and lightly kissed and sucked his ear, ear lobe, down to his jawline leaving a wet trail that neither minded.

"You're better than I imagined, Kurt." Blaine purred letting his eyes roll back as Kurt sucked at his skin and his hips rolled over Kurt's cock.

Kurt grunted and moaned taking a minute to answer.

"You feel so good... Blaine." Panting his name felt better than Kurt imagined it would have. "Uh, Blaine..."

Blaine arched his back after one of the flicks of his hips reignited his desire and he released a loud moan as his cocked began slowly hardening between them. Kurt felt this and dipped his tongue into Blaine's ear before breathing, "I want you in me."

Blaine nodded, lifting Kurt's weight off of him and slowly and stiffly pulling himself off of Kurt and out from under him. Kurt removed his condom, tied it up, and tossed it in the same waste bin as the other. Meanwhile, Blaine had crawled to the side table to grab another condom which he slid onto himself. Then he sat down, and squirted lube into his hands. He slowly rubbed it on himself, masturbating while he watched Kurt watching him.

"I've done this every night since I met you." Blaine admitted shamelessly.

Kurt, although a little startled by the comment, smirked, "same."

"Really?" Blaine raised an eyebrow but seemed a little doubtful.

Kurt scoffed but laughed, "have you seen yourself?! Plus you kept stripping in front of me."

Blaine smiled a little, "sit on me, Kurt."

Kurt watched Blaine rub himself a little longer before crawling back onto the bed. He crawled towards Blaine, stopping when two hands were panted on either side of Blaine's chest. Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine who returned the kiss and rubbed himself a little harder.

When Kurt finally pulled away, he smiled lightly, "I like knowing your name... Blaine..."

"I love your name, Kurt." Blaine sighed, then looked suddenly curious, "Why'd you tell me it was Leroy?"

"I was wasted, Blaine." Kurt snapped playfully while positioning himself over Blaine, "Are we even sure I knew who's name you asked for?"

Blaine laughed, shaking his head and putting his hands on either side of Kurt's hips to lightly slide him down onto Blaine's erection. Kurt opened his mouth in a small 'o' as Blaine slowly snapped his hips up and down until Kurt became more comfortable riding him on his own. Blaine immediately sat up, hugged Kurt to his chest, and lightly bit his fingers into Kurt's shoulder while quietly panting. Kurt continued to ride getting deeper and faster and snapping his hips in circles over Blaine's cock as his own grew.

"Don't stop-!" Blaine begged breathless, "Please!"

Kurt rode faster and harder, still looking to get through the initial stages of desire he had for Blaine.

Their fingers cut deep lines into the other's back and Blaine licked his way down to take Kurt's nipples in his mouth. He sucked and nibbled at Kurt's nipples, letting his tongue play around them. The feeling of Kurt's ass contracting over his cock nearly made his eyes roll back but Kurt continued to ride, digging his fingers into Blaine for support. Blaine continued to nibble and twist at Kurt's nipples while slowly starting to rub Kurt's cock between their bodies.

Kurt whimpered and panted lightly as he continued to ride, his hips whipping perfectly and making it hard for Blaine to control himself. Blaine let his free hand molest Kurt's nipples so he could look up and watch Kurt's wincing and pleasure filled face as Kurt continued to ride him.

"God, you're perfect..." Blaine moaned, "So perfect... so sexy..."

Kurt let his mouth drop open and his head fall back as he arched his back to better feel Blaine's erection inside him.

Blaine tense and clenched but held out as he watched Kurt taking him balls deep and so expertly it nearly made him drool.

"Fuck! You're perfect!" Blaine cried letting his head fall back but Kurt caught him by the back of the head and pulled his face close enough to kiss him hard. Sweat had begun pooling on their faces and they could taste it on each others lips but didn't care.

Kurt dug his hands deeper into Blaine's hair as Blaine's cock slammed and rubbed his prostate. "Oh-God-YES!"

He twisted his hips to better accommodate this new feeling... He wanted it to continue, Blaine's erection in just the right spot.

Blaine trembled at Kurt's reaction trying to give him exactly what he wanted. He leaned up and caught Kurt's lips again, his trembling as they connected and continued to kiss as Kurt rode Blaine hard and precisely.

Their tongues and sweat and saliva mixed but both were too lost in the pleasurable sensation to slow down or stop. Their fingers clawed into one another tighter as the both got closer to their released. Then - suddenly - Kurt pulled away and off of Blaine rock hard and dripping cock.

"W-what?!" Blaine demanded opening his eyes and cringing away from the sudden separation.

"Wait," Kurt breathed leaning back to continue kissing Blaine who eagerly kissed him back. Kurt let his body drop somewhat and lay over Blaine, connecting their cocks together and rubbing them both in his hand.

"Why are we waiting?" Blaine breathed.

"To make it better."

"It can't get better than this." Blaine mused reconnecting their lips and slipping off his own condom despite Kurt's efforts to stop him.

"It can."

Kurt continued to rub them together, now flesh on flesh, letting their cocks dock together both rock hard and desperate for release.

Blaine responded by pulling his lips from Kurt's and fastening them onto Kurt's throat.

"Blaine," Kurt whimpered quietly.

Blaine sucked and chewed on Kurt's throat, knowingly leaving three large hickies. Meanwhile, Kurt was reaching sideways for a condom. He then slipped one onto Blaine and onto himself. Blaine pulled away and lay on his back with his head at the foot of the bed and his feet spread by Kurt. Kurt watched him for a moment, his hands rubbing Blaine's calves as he admired Blaine's body. The sun had begun to set and the room was tinting an amber gold. The light seemed to hit him perfectly.

His cock pressed against his stomach while Blaine's stood tall, Blaine's hand around the base holding it straight up and rubbing it lightly. Kurt massaged his hands up Blaine's body allowing himself the chance to finally touch every inch of the stranger's body. Once at the V-cut of his pelvis, he lowered his face and kissed Blaine's hip, down to his balls, over his hand, and kissed the tip. Then his hands and lips started up Blaine's abs, the side of his body, his chest, Kurt pulled and kissed at Blaine's nipples alternating between his hand and his lips. Then he straightened and looked down at Blaine's face. He put a hand on Blaine's cheek, realizing only after that it might be a little too intimate, but Blaine didn't seem to mind.

Then he lowered his face to kiss Blaine twice before moving down to his neck. Blaine pulled his hand away from his cock and wrapped his hands under Kurt's arms to hold onto the back of his shoulders, and Kurt did the same as his hips started thrusting sharply along Blaine's. The both panted and grunted quietly in each other's ears as their bodies withered desperately around each other. When Blaine's fingers were digging into his skin, and his legs were kicking and protesting, and his soft grunts went higher in pitch, Kurt finally sat up, admired him once more in the fading light and spat in his own hand. He did it twice more before lifting Blaine's head up just a little so Blaine could spit in his hand also. Then he rubbed the saliva on his cock and positioned it back over Blaine's hole.

"Yes - " Blaine moaned holding Kurt's hips as Kurt slipped back inside him. Blaine's head fell back and his body arched away from the bed. Kurt lowered his chest so that he was laying directly over Blaine's chest and wrapped his hands back under his arms to hold him in place by his shoulders. Blaine did the same, pressing his lips up against Kurt's eye which he took into his mouth.

Kurt thrust slower this time - each thrust was deep, sharp, and he held inside Blaine for a second each time giving his cock time to slowly press against Blaine's prostate. He withered and moaned at the sound of Blaine's soft grunts and whines in his ear with each thrust. He pulled out slowly... snapped back in - Uh - out slowly... back in - Uh! - out... in - Uhh - after a few thrusts Kurt pulled out suddenly but before Blaine could protest he lowered a hand, kept chest to chest with Blaine as he pulled his hips over Blaine's pelvis, then grabbed Blaine's cock and slipped it inside himself.

Blaine released a hot breath into Kurt's ear but lowered his arms to wrap around Kurt's waist and he bend his legs and began slowly thrusting into Kurt with the same rhythm Kurt had into him. Out... in - Out... in- out... in - out... He groaned when Kurt suddenly pulled off him again, not separating their chests, and slipped back between Blaine's legs and back inside of Blaine, thrusting at the same rhythm again...

"Fuck..." Blaine groaned letting his eyes roll back and close. After Kurt had enjoyed a few sharp and deliberate thrusts into Blaine he pulled out and put Blaine back into him. They continued this pattern over and over, each taking a few slow, deep thrusts into the other, never parting their chests, and only getting better at repositioning their hips blindly. Finally, when both had cum, they fell onto the bed beside one another.

They didn't speak for a moment. They lay shoulder to shoulder, staring up at the ceiling covered in sweat and cum and panting heavily.

Blaine licked his dehydrated hips and asked, "so we're only supposed to do that once?"

Kurt continued to catch his breath for a moment before answering, "one night... as many times in that night as we want."

"So we can do more?" Blaine looked over at Kurt who turned his head to meet Blaine's gaze.

"Can I have water?" Blaine stared at Kurt for a moment then choked out a laugh.

"Yeah, I can get you water." Blaine laughed but it was short-lived. He grunted uncomfortably as he rolled to sit up. Kurt watched him as he stood and walked naked but beautiful out of the room. He returned half a minute later with two large glasses of water and a banana.

"What's that for?" Kurt wondered accepting a glass and finishing the water it contained in seconds.

Blaine finished his water before putting the glass down on the side table. Then he opened the banana, "so we don't get cramps during round two."

Kurt raised his eyebrows but didn't voice an argument. He had nothing to argue. Blaine opened the banana and slid the first bit in and out of his mouth slowly, then again... and again. Kurt slowly began rubbing himself as he watched. Then Blaine slipped half the length of the long banana into his mouth before pulling it back out. The tip remained attached but had been somewhat squished but was other than that, still in tact.

Blaine kneeled on the bed and put the fruit to Kurt's lips. In any other situation, Kurt knew he'd be repulsed by this but for some reason was more than eager to try it with Blaine. He opened his mouth and accepted the parts of the banana that had once been in Blaine's mouth, sucking it into his mouth and swallowing, leaving Blaine half the banana. Blaine ate it slowly watching Kurt rub himself, then tossed the banana peel to the basket with the soiled condoms.

"I want round two, Blaine." Kurt breathed. Blaine nodded, rolling over his knees to grab two more condoms, one of Kurt and one for himself and sliding them onto both. Then he lay over one of Kurt's hips, using his hand to spread Kurt's leg as Kurt settled further onto his back and pressed up his pelvis up to give Blaine greater access as he took Kurt into his mouth and immediately pushed his face as deep as he could. Blaine bobbed his head up and down in messy, sloppy, and all around effective rhythms. Kurt looked down at Blaine as his mouth engulfed his full length, his sweaty hair loosening from the gelled prison it had endured all day. "Ahh..."

Blaine tilted his head to the side to look up at Kurt before letting his eyes roll back for a moment and a small, coy smile pulled at his lips over Kurt's erection.

"Fuck! Blaine-FUCK-FUCK!-FUCK!" That single look seemed to be too much, but he maintained his composure. Kurt's head fell back, his hands dug into the sheets and one into Blaine's hair, and his hips shot up, deeper into Blaine's throat which closed around Kurt's length and tip as Blaine loudly sucked. One of Blaine's hands reached over his head to hold Kurt's other leg away as he inched his own hips back up towards Kurt's face until he was finally positioned near Kurt's mouth.

Kurt understood instantly and took Blaine's condom covered cock in his mouth. Blaine groaned over Kurt and twisted so that one leg was planted firmly over each side of Kurt's face. Kurt let his eyes roll back and close as Blaine began thrusting in and out of his mouth slow but sharp. Kurt lifted his head a bit to give him more access, more ready to take his full length this time as he slowly pushed in deeper. Then Kurt hugged his arms around Blaine's hips to pull him a little closer, carefully breathing from his nose as Blaine's hips rotated in circles. Kurt attempted to bob his head harder over the erection but Blaine sunk his hips a little further down holding Kurt in place as his hips moved. Kurt didn't really mind. He let his eyes close as he raveled in the sensation.

His hips thrust up into Blaine's mouth a little faster and faster and Blaine seemed to catch him without any hesitation. Kurt could feel Blaine's throat wrapped and squeezing around him, he could hear both of their juices sloshing around their mouths and the quiet but constant grunts, moans, and groans echoing around the dimming room. His own throat and mouth were stretching and contracting around Blaine's member. His stomach churned and ached, then arched a bit as he thrust his hips up again and felt his legs beginning to spasm. Blaine noticed this too and pulled Kurt's legs open to the side, letting them bend away after spreading his ass. Then he lifted his head for just a second, heavily catching his breath from his red, sweaty face and large puffy lips as he sucked two of his fingers, letting drool from his mouth pool onto them before slipping them into Kurt's hole... first one, then the other, then he reattached his mouth to Kurt's cock and let his mouth slide all the way down slowly, then all the way up so his lips gently kissed the tip, then all the way back down.

Kurt slapped the side of Blaine's hip twice and he pulled out of Blaine's mouth, but his saliva soaked cock still rested against Kurt's face over his cheek, nose, and mouth. Kurt pull himself a little straighter under Blaine, wrapped his arms around Blaine's legs, grabbed the cheeks of his ass and pushed them down so that Blaine's balls were rested on his chin instead of over his eyes. He pulled Blaine's cheeks apart more, lifted his head to the little hole and fastened his mouth to it. Blaine moaned over him, continuing his rhythm on and off Kurt's cock while letting his fingers enter - open - and pull slowly out of Kurt leaving his body withering around Blaine's hand and mouth.

Kurt's breathe trembled as he kissed Blaine's hole, then pressed his wet tongue to it and slowly slipped inside. He pressed his face closer into Blaine's crack and towards his hole before letting Blaine's cheeks go so they could sandwich his face. He reached around Blaine's hips and grabbed onto the hips and v-cut pulling him closer onto Kurt's face as Kurt thrust his tongue inside, attempted to turn it in a circle, out, and back inside over and over and over - Blaine moaned loudly and entered a third finger into Kurt who tensed in response.

Blaine let his three fingers curl together in a bundle, then straighten. Then together in a bundle, and straighten. And he started doing this while slowly pulling them in and out and continuing to slowly bob his head on and off of Kurt's cock. When Kurt felt Blaine was seated securely on his tongue, he took one hand off his pelvis and began rubbing Blaine's cock. Blaine moaned over Kurt and the vibrations were almost too much for him.

He rubbed and licked, his hips thrusting and thrashing into Blaine on their own accord now. Blissfully disconnected from Kurt's mind. They remained like this for another minute until both had filled their condoms. Then they dropped, Blaine on to of Kurt, leaving their legs dangling around the other's face. Blaine slowly trailed blissful kisses down Kurt's soiled condom to his balls and ass, down his thigh, over his hips and back up. While Kurt lay back with closed eyes and lightly rubbed Blaine's cock with a hand against his cheek.

They remained like this until the room had gone completely dark, and the Kurt slowly pulled off Blaine's condom beside his face and tied it, but he didn't have a clear shot to the bin so he left it to the side and slowly started kissing up and down Blaine's bare, semen coated cock. Blaine moaned and his body convulsed over Kurt's. His face was planted against Kurt's thigh and he lazily planted wet kisses up and down the width of his leg in a slow but constant pattern. They lay like this for a moment, letting their bodies ravel in their orgasms. Kurt continued to slowly fill his condom while Blaine shot a few small left over loads onto Kurt's shoulder.

They stayed like this until the city lights illuminated the room and the sky had turned black. Then Blaine grudgingly roll off of Kurt. Kurt sat up and lay next to him.

His mouth felt sticky and dry, but Kurt asked, "do you still regret bringing me home?"

"No," Blaine grunted without hesitation. "But I do want those pants back."

Kurt choked out a laugh before rolling over Blaine's shoulder, pressing his chest and weight over Blaine, and kissing him. Blaine closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around Kurt and kissed him back.

"So good..." Kurt breathed lowly, "so good..."

Blaine nodded over his lips and pressed his hips back into Kurt's. Kurt's eyes shot open and he gasped, "again?!"

Blaine pulled his lips from Kurt who felt himself instantly stretching to resume the connection, "do you want to?"

Kurt caught his breath for a moment, then lowered his face to kiss Blaine's round pecks and over his nipples. His tongue circled them and his teeth lightly pulled. Blaine responded with a whimper and by putting a hand into Kurt's hair. He reached between his legs to begin rubbing himself as Kurt pulled his own condom off and tired it. He tossed both his and Blaine's towards the bin and then returned his puffed lips to Blaine's chest.

"I love this, Kurt." Blaine purred loudly, "are they always like this?"

"What?"

"One night stands,"

"No," Kurt shook his head as he moved to rub his cock along Blaine's, "no, this is the best... ugh, the best I've ever had."

Blaine ran a hand through Kurt's hair as Kurt's lips continued to explore him in the dark, "fuck - fuck - god - me... I want..."

"What?" Kurt thrust his hip sideways and began rubbing the length of his cock against the top of Blaine's leg, thrusting his hips to continue humping his leg.

Blaine purred, let his head fall back, and moaned, "I want you to use me."

Kurt bit his lip and nodded, sitting up and reaching towards the side table. Blaine started rubbing Kurt as he did this. Kurt's hands explored for a moment, then after struggling he turned on the side lamp and opened the drawer.

"What?" Blaine wondered, still focusing his attention on rubbing Kurt.

"Do you have more condoms?"

Blaine looked up, then let his eyes roll back - this time in frustration - and fell back on the bed. "Probably not."

Kurt hesitated, a little annoyed that Blaine was no longer rubbing him. Then he kneeled back next to Blaine's shoulder and reached down a hand to rub his chest, abs, arms, and face. His fingers slid up Blaine's throat, up his cheek, over his lips, and then slipped into his mouth. Blaine absentmindedly began sucking.

"I'm clean..." Kurt shrugged, "And I don't mind if you..."

Blaine looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, his lips still suctioned to Kurt's index and middle finger. Kurt slowly started pressing his fingers onto Blaine's tongue as he slid them in and out. Blaine opened his mouth to respond but waited as Kurt watched his fingers in Blaine's mouth. Finally, he moved to rub Blaine's gums and cheek.

"Do you usually...?" Blaine asked around Kurt's fingers.

"No... not since my fiancé." Kurt answered, "And I've been checked since then."

Blaine closed his mouth over Kurt's fingers for a moment and sucked them while thinking, and then closed his eyes, sucked a little harder, and let his hips thrust up as if remembering every touch they'd enjoyed so far. His tongue pushed Kurt's fingers back into his cheek as he opened his eyes so he could answer, "you legally have to tell me if you've had something."

"I haven't."

"Okay"

"Okay?" Kurt was feeling a little too excited about that maybe, but whatever idea's were crossing through his head had started to slowly inflate his erection again.

Blaine sat up on his knees, pulled Kurt's hand out of his mouth and spat on his hand, then he brought it down to his cock, "I'm going to fuck you raw, Leroy."

Kurt beamed and choked out a laugh before leaning forward to spit on Blaine's cock and rub it in with his own. Then he grabbed Kurt by the shoulder and pushed him down onto his hands and knees with his head towards the foot of the bed. Blaine lowered behind him, spread open his ass cheeks, and kissed up his crack from his balls to his hole before quickly slipping his tongue in and out. After a few more moments of his tongue, he slid a finger in with his tongue to help stretch it, then spit on his finger and slid it back in. Blaine kept the finger inside Kurt, letting Kurt's hole close and squeeze on him. His face lowered to Kurt's ass where he planted a string of kisses, bites, and purple/red suction marks.

"Ah! Please!" Kurt begged opening his knees wider and letting his stomach sink towards the sheets. Blaine left one last sloppy kiss on Kurt before sitting up and positioning his tip over Kurt's hole.

"I like to hear you beg me for it." Blaine mused holding Kurt's hips in place as the tip of his cock stretched Kurt open just enough that his hole could close around the head of his erection, "Keep going."

"Please, Blaine... PLEASE!" Kurt whimpered and cried, shaking his hips side to side over Blaine and trying to sink back only for Blaine's hands on his hips to stop him. "You're so good, I want you in - I need you in me, please! Ugh, I'm desperate."

Blaine smirked, bit his lip, and slid into Kurt slowly. His anus resisted a little, still sore and swollen from before, but Kurt forced his body to relax enough to enjoy Blaine's penetration.

"UH-Ah-OH God!" Kurt cried out digging his fingers into the bed, letting his head fall back for a moment and and his hips thrust up towards Blaine. "So good! You're so - fucking - good!"

Blaine gripped his hands into Kurt's hips and thrust slowly into him, "this is amazing... you feel so... amazing..." He panted before picking up speed and snapping his hips in and out of Kurt letting his tip hit against Kurt's walls as Kurt choked and moaned under him.

He continued to slide, feeling Kurt's walls tighten and loosen around him. He paused for a second to reach back and grab lube but Kurt sunk back and started riding him as he stood. For a moment Blaine waited, enjoying the sensation before putting a hand on Kurt's lower back as if to tell him to stop. Kurt did, moaning as Blaine started to pull out, keeping them attached by only the tip of his cock. Blaine squirted a line of lube from Kurt's filled hole to Blaine's balls, then toss the lube to the side and let his cock slide back into Kurt. It slid in with a little more ease but most of the lube pooled around the outer rim over Blaine's cock and Kurt's hole, so Blaine stopped them again, this time halfway inside, he took his finger and wiped up some of the lube before pushing it into Kurt's hole.

Kurt whimpered in response but not as loud as he did when Blaine slipped his lube covered finger into Kurt's ass with his cock.

"OH - AR!" Kurt wailed arching his back then dropping his head, drool starting to pool shamelessly from his mouth. Blaine felt Kurt tighten around him, but didn't remove his finger as he started to fuck him again. Kurt wailed and moaned loudly lifting his hips to meet Blaine's thrusts. Blaine leaned forward, wrapped his hand around Kurt's waist and started rubbing his cock while he filled Kurt's hold with his cock and hand.

"How are you so tight...? How...? Oh god you feel so good!" Blaine moaned thrusting his hips deeper and trying to maintain the same speed as before. He started snapping his hips harder and harder as he felt Kurt's ass and body relaxing more - adjusting - he dripped in sweat, they both did, as he clenched and relaxed thrusting his hips and finger into Kurt's ass. His hand still pulling on Kurt's cock. He leaned forward so that his stomach pressed into Kurt's back and laid sloppy kisses and saliva covered licks all over the back of Kurt's shoulder and neck. He would take breaks only trying to catch his breath as he continued to fuck Kurt's hole. "I'm gunna make you cum..." He panted behind Kurt's ear, "I'm gunna make you cum so much... all over... I'm going to..."

Kurt tossed his head back so Blaine could fasten his lips to his ear and continue grunting and panting into his ear.

"P-P-P-P-Pl-pl-pl..." Kurt whimpered through trembling lips before his mouth gaped open and his body started convulsing. His eyes closed as they rolled back and Blaine slipped a second finger into his ass with the first and his cock. Drool pooled from Kurt's lips, some of which Blaine caught in a kiss, but some he simply let pool to the sheets. They had already been soiled anyways. "I need... I need water... I need water..." His voice was so breathless Blaine wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't been keeping his face so close to Kurt's. Blaine took the hand that had been rubbing Kurt and held it to Kurt's stomach, pulling it up so that his back was pressed against Blaine's stomach.

"Water - please - water - Blaine." Kurt gasped between breaths. His face had gone red and his limbs weak. His face wet from sweat and drool.

"One sec..." Blaine panted pulling his fingers out of Kurt and wrapping both arms around Kurt's waist to hold him in place. Kurt dropped to his chest, closed his eyes and tried to meet Blaine's thrusts. Blaine slipped his knees under Kurt's thighs to hold his ass up just enough as Blaine laid over Kurt's sunken body, holding up Kurt's stomach by squeezing his waist to him as he held his cock balls deep in Kurt. Although he couldn't fit himself any deeper, he continued to pressed his hips harder and harder into Kurt, never letting his balls pull off Kurt's skin, only pressing harder into him. Kurt let his face grumble into the sheets and he let Blaine pull up whatever part of his body he wanted as he finished using his hole. "So close..."

He stopped then, letting Kurt's hole squeeze and throb against him, trying to catch his breath over Kurt who lay whimpering and gasping under him. He didn't change their position. Kurt lay face down in the sheets, his arms to the side, his chest pressed into the bed while Kurt hugged his stomach off the bed, his hips lifted over Blaine. Kurt could feel Blaine behind him, tensing and struggling to stop himself from finishing. Kurt swallowed hard in his dry throat, careful not to move his hips. He wanted Blaine to cum, but he wanted their session to last longer also.

It took a few moments for them to catch their breath, their sweat drying but only being replaced quickly as their bodies tries to cool themselves. When Blaine finally felt like he was ready, he sat up and pulled Kurt up with him. Kurt panted, his face still red, his eyes disoriented, his fingers weak and numb as Blaine pulled them both to the edge of the bed, never leaving Kurt as he picked him up by under the knees and stood balancing Kurt on his erection while holding up his legs. Kurt leaned back floppily into Blaine, reaching a hand back to loosely grab Blaine's hair and kiss him as he walked them out into the bright common area. All the lights were on but their eyes were closed as they kissed. Blaine knew his way through his house anyways.

He stopped in front of the sink, resting one of Kurt's legs up on the counter and letting the other step down to stand on the ground. Kurt leaned over the sink and decided to drink from the tap as Blaine repositioned himself behind and began thrusting his hips in and out of Kurt, forcing his mouth away from the stream of flowing water he attempted to drink and splashing it on his face between gulps. Kurt didn't mind, though, he tried to meet Blaine's thrusts while using a free hand to splash the water off his face. Blaine's semen was still on his shoulder but he decided to ignore that for now and continue to drink as Blaine fucked him.

"Oh my god..." Kurt panted between drinks, "Oh my god... oh my god..." Kurt leaned away and dropped his head while holding up his body with a bent arm, letting his ass be repeatedly and deeply impaled by the fantasy he'd indulged in all week. His breathing was shallow and desperate, and his entire body now slick with sweat.

Blaine leaned over Kurt's hip when Kurt straightened and stopped focusing on the water, and drank some himself, still thrusting, then he turned off the tap and returned his full attention to Kurt. One of his legs was still lifted on the counter so Blaine lowered his face to it and began kissing it, moaning softly at the taste.

Kurt's face - still red but the water slashed on it seemed to be cooling it - tilted up as the sensation built in him. Blaine pulled him from the sink and bent him over the wide island connecting to the partial wall. One of Kurt's hands reached for the part wall for support to hang on as Blaine humped and bruised his hips into the counter while the other gripped the counter top for stability.

The room was silent except for the sound of Blaine inside Kurt and Kurt's whimpering grunts and cries mixed with Blaine's light pants. But they both loved the sound. Kurt dropped his forehead on the counter as he winced and braced, momentarily trying to catch his breath before glancing over his shoulder at Blaine. Blaine met his eyes and watched his face wither in a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain. Blaine pulled out suddenly, watching the exhausted but shocked look of disappointment cross Kurt's panting face. But his worries were gone when Blaine lifted him onto the counter and jumped on behind him. Kurt rolled back onto his stomach, grabbed two of the counter's edges, presented his ass and braced for Blaine to continue. He didn't have to wait long.

Blaine opened Kurt's legs, this time letting them stay flat but stretched apart, as he slid between them, back into Kurt, and stretched his body over Kurt's. He snaked his hands under Kurt's chest and around his shoulders to pull them up and back a bit. His shoulders and chest being lifted, Kurt let his head fall back and Blaine began messily kissing the side of his mouth.

"I'm g - I'm - I'm goi - I - I..." Kurt panted breathlessly, closing his eyes and whimpering loudly as his orgasm hit. It was strong, hard, and long, making his entire body convulse and tremble. He felt weak, his legs spasmed, his back pinched and arched and he cried out loudly, louder than he had the first time, letting himself scream out a bit.

Blaine continued to hold him up, kissing and biting the back of his head and neck when Kurt let it fall back to the counter to ride out his orgasm as Blaine used his body to finish. Kurt's breaths were thin and low, his body tightening around Blaine's cock. Blaine reached one hand around Kurt's head and placed three fingers in his mouth which he used to slide in and out of Kurt's mouth while also holding his head where he wanted it. After a minute, he pulled away.

"Can I...?" Blaine grunted as he tensed, his hips pressed hard against Kurt's ass. Kurt nodded quickly, not lifting his head much for finding the strength to answer. Blaine tensed again and relaxed, blowing a load deep inside of Kurt who spasmed and recoiled but let his body sink back more onto Blaine who now lay heavier over Kurt and let his hips lightly hump Kurt as he filled him. "You're so good..." He kissed the back of Kurt's ear and Kurt responded with a weak nod.

Blaine stayed inside him, letting his entire wait sandwich Kurt into the counter. Kurt lay mostly limp, not complaining as they both tried to watch their breath. He could still feel Blaine inside him. He could feel his ass convulsing and milking Blaine for more of the hot liquid inside him.

The clock on the microwave was 9:27 when they finished, and although they were fairly certain they hadn't fallen asleep, no time felt like it had passed as they lay in blissful silence until the clock read 10:13.

Slowly, Blaine peeled himself off of Kurt. Their sweat had dried and their bodies were nearly glued but the feeling of their skin finally pulling apart seemed to wake them up. Kurt started to slowly lift himself as Blaine pulled out of him for the first time in nearly an hour.

Kurt winced at the separation and pulled himself to his numb, unstable legs.

"Do you want something to drink?" Blaine asked, his voice a little rough as they both adjusted to standing again. Although he'd been wrapped in it all night, Kurt was still startled by how beautiful Blaine's body was. Blaine seemed to have a similar response to Kurt's nakedness, "water, tea... wine?"

"Tea," Kurt answered trying to be discrete in stretching his shoulders and back, "thanks"

Blaine started a kettle, his eyes repeatedly turning to admire Kurt, "so this is it, huh?" Blaine asked as he turned the stove on to warm the kettle.

"Hm?" Kurt wondered, leaning against the counter and wincing in response to his already sore body.

"We did it." Blaine beamed a proud but sheepish smile, "we had a one-night stand. Exciting."

"It was fun." Kurt nodded stretching his shoulders forward and back.

"So what now...?" Blaine wondered carefully, "do you just... go?"

Kurt stretched his arms back and twisted his legs as he thought blissfully - Blaine being over him for so long in that position had really done a number on him - then finally said, "I can, yeah."

"You don't have to," Blaine added quickly and he feared with a little too much urgency, "I mean, you can stay for tea and everything."

"Yeah, I've never been fucked like that, I imagine I need something for the road." Kurt winked as he tried to coordinate his stance.

"You can spend the night - " Blaine started but paused when he saw Kurt raise an eyebrow, "that happens, right? Two people sleep together, spend the night, then never see each other again?"

Kurt considered, a playful smirk growing on his face, "I suppose, yes. But usually that's when they got together around 2am."

Blaine put tea leaves in a infuser and placed it in the kettle, "It's after 10 now."

"Most people are just going out now." Kurt mused.

"We have jobs in the morning."

"Last time I woke up in your bed, I was late for work."

Blaine nodded animatedly while stirring the infuser, "yeah, and you stole my pants which lead you to earning your own clothing line. Plus, you were wasted." Blaine pulled two round white mugs out of the cupboard and looked back at Kurt, "I want those pants. I like sleeping in them."

"Is it too bold to suggest..." Kurt tried not to laugh at his own comment, "you like sleeping in me more?"

Blaine raised his eyebrows surprised but didn't look away from the task he was completing, setting up mugs and pulling out cream and sugar, "you are very nice to be in, but not as comfortable, unfortunately, otherwise why don't you make your dick into your comfortable fashion line and give me back my pants."

Kurt laughed, unable to stop himself and stepped forward to wrap his arms around Blaine's chest, blocking Blaine's arms from his task but not so much as to completely stop him. Kurt then lowered one hand to rub Blaine's now soft dick and his mouth sucked and licked at Blaine's ear and the skin around it.

"If you stay the night," Blaine purred, "we can enjoy round three," Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt who pulled away from Blaine's ear to lightly bite Blaine's lip, then kiss it, "maybe round four."

Kurt smiled brightly then narrowed his eyes, "you really want me to stay the night, huh?"

"It's late, I'd feel bad if something happened to you on the way home." Blaine answered.

"It's ten."

"Murderers and gangs are out there." Blaine leaned his head back into Kurt who continued to rub Blaine's cock.

"You're not supposed to sleep at stranger's houses," Kurt noted.

Without a breath, Blaine added, "you're not supposed to have condom-less sex with them either. We've accepted our risks, Kurt."

"But I'd get to wake up in my own bed... what would I get if I stayed here?"

"Besides near crippling orgasms?" Blaine turned to face Kurt who put his one free hand on the edge of the stove, and the other continued to rub Blaine, "You'll get to wake up with your dick in my mouth."

Kurt's eyebrows shot up and his face filled with greedy excitement, "really?"

Blaine smirked seductively.

"Is that a promise?"

"It's a guarantee." Blaine answered.

"I didn't wake up like that last time." Kurt noted.

"You never said I could." Blaine shrugged, "But now..."

"Pour the tea, Blaine." Kurt snapped in a low voice squeezing harder on Blaine's cock and not letting go as Blaine turned and poured the tea from the kettle.

"Do you want any - " Blaine stopped suddenly and quietly focused on Kurt behind him as Kurt kicked open his legs and pulled his hips back, sliding his half-hard cock into Blaine's unprepared hole. Blaine grunted quietly, and shifted to spread himself wider, as Kurt attempted to fuck him. He started slow, his thrusts just working their way in as Blaine braced himself against the counter and waited as Kurt started humping a little harder... harder... getting harder while inside Blaine. Blaine took deep but ragged breaths as he allowed Kurt to do this, keeping relatively still as Kurt moved and held him however he needed for his own pleasure. Blaine clawed into the counter as Kurt reached a hand around and started rubbing Blaine as he thrusted into Blaine's ass.

Kurt finished first deep inside of Blaine who jolted and gasped at the sensation of his ass filling with Kurt's warm fluid, and continued thrusting lightly waiting until Kurt had rubbed him enough to cum himself into Kurt's hand. They stood in relatively still for a few moments as their tea cooled. Kurt absentmindedly lifted his hand from Blaine dick to the side of Blaine's face and slid his hand into Blaine's hair as he lightly pulled and massaged at Blaine's scalp. Blaine felt his own cum on Kurt's hand but decided not to care as he enjoyed the pleasure of Kurt's hand. The other hand began rubbing Blaine's nipples.

Kurt pressed his lips to the side of Blaine's face, pulling him closer by the hand in Blaine's hair, "I don't want anything in my tea," Blaine nodded, his eyes closed and mouth gaping a little. Kurt pulled his face back to kiss him once before returning his face to Blaine's ear, "I want to wake up in your mouth."

"You will." Blaine breathed almost inaudibly.

"I want you to call me name in your sleep..." Kurt breathed into Blaine's ear as his hand lowered from Blaine's nipple between his legs, "as I play with you."

"God - " Blaine let his head fall back but Kurt pulled it back up to continue.

"I want to struggle to sit tomorrow."

"You will." Blaine purred, his eyes still closed, his body leaning into Kurt. "Go sit on the couch, Kurt."

Kurt kissed the back of Blaine's head before pulling away and walking to the living room. Blaine followed a moment later with the two cups of tea.

He placed them on the coffee table and sat across from Kurt on the same leather white sofa. Blaine grabbed one of the fuzzy comforters he generally just used for decoration and used it to cover his bare lap.

"Is this still a one-night-stand?" Kurt wondered quietly while watching Blaine cover himself. Kurt responded by grabbing one of the couch pillows and folding it between his legs.

"Yeah," Blaine nodded grabbing the tea, "we just need a break before round three."

"Four." Kurt corrected grabbing his own cup and sipping it. Watching Blaine over the rim of his cup he explained, "I just fucked you in the kitchen."

Blaine nodded, struggling to hide his smile as he sipped his tea, "Want to watch something while take a break?"

"Like what?"

Blaine thought for a moment and asked, "Have you watched WandaVision?"

Kurt's eyes widened for a short moment over his cup before he put it down, "most of it but I can't imagine I'd be in the mood for sex after finishing it."

"So something that doesn't take us out of the mood." Blaine nodded and decided to put on a random adult cartoon. Then he got up and turned off the main living room lights so that the room was lit by golden lines of lighting from under the kitchen cabinets and around the book shelves and TV in the living room. More than enough light to see, but dark enough to easily keep them in the mood.

When Blaine sat back down he pulled Kurt's legs over his and lightly massaged them while Kurt drank his tea and swapped his attention between Blaine and the TV. Occasionally Blaine would lower his lips to kiss Kurt's legs and thighs, and his hand - when it travelled north enough - would slide up and along Kurt's dick and balls.

"When's the last time you...?" Blaine wondered as his fingers explored the length of Kurt's cock, while his lips traced up Kurt's knee.

"Two months... maybe." Kurt answered, "you?"

"Three." Blaine crawled between Kurt's legs where he lay on his stomach and fastened his mouth on Kurt. Slowly he just sucked and kissed the length while gently rubbing, his eyes occasionally looking up to Kurt. Blaine stopped only to sit up, sip some of his tea, and return. Each time Kurt moaned at the new warmth of Blaine's mouth. "Do you think I'm good in bed?"

"I think normally I would have rolled over or left at this point." Kurt muttered, "Am I?"

Blaine kissed his tip dramatically, "Yes..." He rested his chin on Kurt's growing erection and looked up at him, "my ex-boyfriend said I was boring,"

"Your ex-boyfriend was a twat."

Blaine smiled at him and lowered his face onto Kurt's cock, taking it into his mouth. Kurt moaned watching Blaine as his head bobbed lightly over him, his tongue working expertly, his hot throat spreading almost eagerly.

Kurt put his hands back in Blaine's hair, massaging his scalp until he finished deep in Blaine's throat. Blaine drank each drop and offered Kurt a few last sucks to clean him off. Blaine didn't pull away immediately, even after Kurt was finished and cleaned, not until he'd rubbed himself hard and layered Kurt's cock in enough saliva and left over semen to ensure it shined when his mouth was off.

Blaine crawled over Kurt then, putting his hands on Kurt's chest for support as he lowered onto Kurt's now lubricated cock.

"Errmm - " Kurt groaned somewhat in protest, "Already?"

"You're really hot, Kurt." Blaine groaned as his hips started rolling in circles over Kurt. Kurt lifted his hips to meet Blaine, feeling almost too sore too really enjoy it but refusing to lose out on an opportunity with someone as magnificently gorgeous and talented as Blaine. As Blaine rode him, Kurt took one of Blaine's hands, held it by the wrist, and put three fingers into his mouth. They both moaned as Kurt sucked Blaine's fingers.

He sucked for nearly a moment while getting harder inside Blaine. His stomach curled and his entire body wanted more, even though his entire body was starting to feel sore and stiff from it. Then, still holding Blaine's wrist, he pulled it away and down between their legs. Blaine watched him curiously, slowing his hips as Kurt took Blaine's fingers and one at a time slipped them into his own ass along with Kurt's erection. Blaine's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open when the first was slipped in. He continued riding for a moment trying to adjust to the stretching. Then Kurt added the second finger, for which Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head while biting his lip. His hips moved slower now and with a lot more hesitation as Blaine winced and struggled.

Kurt sat up straight causing Blaine to squeal and released a moaning cry. His eyes opened red rimmed and his lips were puffed. His cheeks swollen and flushed. He kissed Kurt's lips when Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine and breathed into his mouth, "another?"

Blaine hesitated by nodded so Kurt reached down and helped stretch Blaine enough to take his own third finger. Blaine whimpered loudly in response but didn't pull his hand away as Kurt started thrusting slowly into him.

"Oh my - Oh my god - oh my - oh - Oh!" Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and rode Kurt and his own fingers a little harder and a little faster.

"Fuck... You feel so good." Kurt moaned hugging Blaine's torso as he humped him. Kurt rolled him back, ignoring is protesting cry as he was thumped onto his back with the hand inserted around Kurt's length now held in place but Kurt's weight. Kurt ignored that and lay on Blaine, grabbing his shoulders and fucking him faster. Faster and harder... Blaine's eyes rolled back and and his mouth opened so Kurt covered his lips with his own. Blaine continued to stretch back, his mouth open, weakly trying to kiss Kurt back, gasping small panting breaths into Kurt's mouth as his entire body rocked from Kurt's rhythm.

"Don't... Don't - Don't - st - don't sto - AHH! - KURT!" Blaine's voice was too low but Kurt was close enough to hear thrusting harder and faster, Blaine's walls and his squished fingers pressing against his sliding cock. Blaine closed his eyes tightly, his face balled in pleasure, and he let out a loud cry as he finally had too much and finished on his chest and Kurt's as his orgasm hit. Kurt didn't slow down or stop, pulling them closer and digging into the flesh of Blaine's back as he continued to hump. "Kurt - Kurt - I - can't - Uh! - Kurt! - Please - Ah!"

Harder and harder as Blaine's moans and pants became inaudible and Kurt shoved his lips into Blaine's throat, biting lightly. It was only a minute more but in the sweaty ecstasy of it Blaine thought it was lasting forever, and then suddenly Kurt tensed, cried out and filled his ass once more. Blaine let his entire body go limp as Kurt removed his fingers from his over crowded hole and sucked each one lightly before rolling Blaine onto his stomach.

"Wh - ?" Blaine attempted to weakly glance over his shoulder.

"I'm not done yet." Kurt told him as he slowly started thrusting again. Blaine whimpered and dropped his head, covering his face with one of his arms over the couch as Kurt slowly picked up speed.

Blaine grumbled something into the leather but Kurt didn't hear it. He held down Blaine's shoulders as Kurt pulled him up to sit back on his lap. Blaine dropped his head forward for a moment as Kurt better positioned himself under Blaine. Once he felt Kurt pull his back against Kurt's chest, Blaine swung his head back and looked over his shoulder at Kurt, his lips stretching. Kurt had both his hands on Blaine, one on Blaine's stomach to hold him still and the other rubbing Blaine's cock. He removed the cock hand to pull Blaine's face closer to kiss him. Blaine sunk deeper onto him in response, weakly moving his hips to meet Kurt's.

Blaine pulled his lips away for a moment, not opening his eyes as he continued to ride and Kurt continued to thrust up, "we should call in sick tomorrow."

"We might have to." Kurt noted returning his hand down to rub Blaine who whimpered.

"Yeah... I hurt."

They continued like this, in an automatic and unintentional motion as both unwittingly came and passed out. Neither moved much in their sleep, until Blaine's body realized it could be so close to release. His hips moved in slow but focused movements. Small grunts and groans and whimpers released from his mouth and to a lesser degree Kurt's as Blaine's ass squeezed and twisted around his cock.

At one moment Kurt squeezed a little harder at Blaine's stomach but other than that neither woke as their bodies tried to overcome their new exhaustion. Blaine came twice in his sleep as a result of his position over Kurt, and Kurt once, but it was the second, and stronger, orgasm that woke him up finally. He jumped his head up and looked around.

His apartment, nothing strange about that. His TV on playing a random show, he was uncomfortable and sore and after a moment he remembered why. Then he turned, felt the movement of Kurt's cock in him and froze. His heart had been racing, his mind struggling to catch up but he was quickly able to understand what had happened. He didn't remember falling asleep. He'd never fallen asleep like this, but now he had.

"Ugh" He moaned as he attempted to discretely pull himself off of Kurt. His body was glued by dried sweat, heat, and cum to the body under him. He was too sore to try to stand - at least without waking Kurt in a very unpleasant way. His heart started to race a little as he panicked but he calmed himself by peeling half his body off of Kurt to reach for the now room-temp tea. He took a sip - much better - then another. Then another. He felt calm enough by the time he put it down to use the back of the couch to help pull himself off of Kurt and into a sitting position over his chest. It would be a start.

His skin pulled tight against Kurt's but did detach like soft Velcro. He moaned when he was sitting. Kurt's cock inside him hadn't moved much either and the swirl of cum that had been locked in him longed to seep out. He felt bruised as he slowly tried to pull himself off, but his legs had fallen asleep and he had no leverage.

"Kurt," He breathed, turning as much as he could and putting a hand on Kurt's face, "Kurt, wake up." It took lightly shaking his shoulder's but Kurt finally started to stir, only waking when he realized he couldn't roll over like he wanted to.

"What the hell...?" Kurt grumbled looking up at Blaine, then quickly around the room, then back to Blaine, "What?"

"We fell asleep." Blaine's voice was low and rough but not as bad as Kurt's since he hydrated with the tea.

"That's okay." Kurt let his head fall back.

"Kurt, you're stuck in me." Blaine kept his voice low but tried to keep it firm also.

"Okay." Kurt let his head fall back and attempted to roll and this time accepted that he couldn't.

"Kurt,"

"No"

"You. Are. Stuck. Inside me." Blaine tried.

"No, go-ta-b'd."

"Kurt." Blaine snapped bouncing his hips once and that seemed to wake Kurt enough.

"Bane!" He grumbled grudgingly trying to sit up. "Let me sleep!"

"Kurt, help me." Blaine pleaded and Kurt eyed him for a moment. Then, like a lightning bolt had hit him, he realized.

"Oh." He seemed to smirk, mostly focused on Blaine's ass, "we fell asleep... That's never happened."

"Come on, Kurt, please."

"I do like it when you beg." Kurt grumbled trying to sit up more but struggling. His body ached. "I'm going to roll you forward, okay?"

Blaine nodded and true to his word Kurt sat up quickly bucking Blaine forward. His legs remained spread around Kurt but his hands caught him.

Kurt put a hand on Blaine's ass, squeezing it once and slapping it lightly, "You are a sexy man, Blaine."

"Thank you, can you please get out of me." Blaine complained.

"I have to say... I see why the pants are more comfortable to sleep in." Kurt grabbed both sides of Blaine's hips. Just as Blaine was about to argue, Kurt pulled himself out with a sensation that left them both gasping.

"I can't move my legs." Blaine moaned.

"You'll be fine" Kurt stretched and pulled himself unsteadily to his feet. He offered Blaine a hand which he accepted and attempted to stand. Blaine couldn't straighten or close his legs, which Kurt thought was humorous. The clock read 2:53. Kurt turned off the TV and lead them both to the bedroom. They body collapsed when they touched the mattress, barely maintaining the energy to settle themselves in bed first. Blaine took the side nearest to the window and Kurt to the door, although he was glad for this remembering the view he'd get in the morning. The lights outside were bright and a little hypnotizing.

Kurt hugged Blaine to his chest while Blaine lay trying to straighten and relax his tensed legs.

Morning came too fast but Kurt woke excited to see Blaine in the bright morning light. When he reached out, Blaine wasn't there. He moved to sit up with the intention of finding him, maybe in the kitchen or washroom, but stopped when he felt his stomach hit the head of hair between his legs. Kurt, curious, pulled up the blanket to see Blaine - as he'd promised - laying between his legs, eyes closed, slowly sucking up and down and up and down.

"Oh fuck..." Kurt groaned letting his head fall back. Blaine's fingers dug deeply into the skin of Kurt's legs. Blaine slowly opened his tired eyes to look up at Kurt. He watched Kurt for a moment while sucking him back, then closed his eyes again and returned to slowly sliding his mouth up and down. Kurt lay in bed letting Blaine widen his legs under the blanket as his mouth engulfed him, letting his entire body lay in sore but blissful relaxation until he released into the back of Blaine's throat.

Blaine moaned and after a few minutes of lightly licking and kissing Kurt's length clean, he finally pulled out from under the covers and back next to Kurt.

"We need to shower." Blaine commented lightly putting a hand on Kurt's sticky shoulder.

"Together?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

Blaine laughed, "We couldn't contain ourselves."

"So?"

"So what time do you work?"

Kurt glanced over at his phone on the bedside table. It was nearing 9am. He mused, "I always sleep in with you."

"Hmm..." Blaine ran a finger up and down Kurt's core, "Maybe you should've gone home then."

"And missed this morning?" Kurt gasped, "I would never."

Blaine grinned and laughed, "I think you might have ruined me for other men."

"I'm sure I'm not that special." Kurt smirked.

"I can barely stand, Kurt."

Kurt pondered in his head for a moment, then said, "I need to shower."

"Do you want breakfast when you get out?"

Kurt glanced at Blaine and raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure what the look meant. He didn't think it had any meaning, but Blaine must've found some.

"In a platonic, friendly... have food and get out kind of way... of course."

Kurt watched him stumble before rolling over and kissing him, "You worked me up an appetite."

"Okay." Blaine smiled as he moved to sit up, wincing loudly. Kurt watched him struggle to stand on his feet and felt a little pride. Then he stood, trying to avoid any of the painful feelings in his body.

Kurt took what he thought was a short and cleansing shower, and definitely well needed. He needed to scrub his body three times before he could feel even a little better. He didn't double guess this until there was a small knock on the bathroom door and it opened a crack. Blaine, dressed in a housecoat and boxers, his hair a mess, poked his head in. The glass walled stand up shower was located straight across from the door. Kurt turned curious, "Kurt?" When Blaine saw he had Kurt's attention he stepped inside, "What time do you work?"

"I have a meeting at ten-thirty... I should be there at ten... why?" Kurt wondered.

Blaine seemed a little sheepish and Kurt figured out why fast, "you've been in here for more than half an hour."

It took Kurt a moment to register what that meant but he quickly rinsed out his hair one last time and quickly jumped out. In the kitchen Blaine had mad waffles, yogurt parfaits, fresh juice, and a fruit spread. Although Kurt had no time he quickly ate a waffle, some fruit and as much of the parfait as he could fit in his mouth. Then he bolted into Blaine's room. Blaine stood naked, freshly showered and changing.

"Can I borrow a suit?" Kurt wondered in a rush.

"Sure." Blaine blinked a little startled, then added, "when will I be getting it back? With the sweatpants?"

"How about tonight?" Kurt offered walking into Blaine's deeper than expected closet. It was a connecting hallway between his room and the washroom which Kurt hadn't explored enough to notice.

"What's tonight?" Blaine wondered.

"Tonight, I want to take you to dinner."

"Dinner? I thought once night stands avoided dinner."

Kurt shrugged, "just as a thank you... for helping me at work and lending me a suit."

Blaine bit the inside of his cheek to stop from smiling.

"We can go anywhere you want." Kurt offered.

"You wanted to be at work in ten minutes." Blaine mused.

"Get dinner with me, Blaine."

"I was willing to do a one night stand because I'm really not in a place to be dating." He looked down and bashfully kicked his foot, "I could relax more."

"It's not a date." Kurt reminded as he started pulling on a red pair of Blaine's pants, "it's a thank you." Blaine lifted an eyebrow as he held out a hand. Kurt tossed him the best suit assemble he could piece together at first glance, "for multiple orgasms."

"You're not supposed to thank me for that." Blaine reminded as he started changing for work.

Kurt walked out of the closet and towards the dresser and started through it until he found a black t-shirt that could work and quickly tugged that on, suddenly thankful that Blaine was roughly his size. Then he started scouring for ways he could accessorize.

"Then a thank you for letting me steal your clothes." Kurt noted. Bow ties... he didn't want a bowtie. He looked more but found nothing too useful. None of the vests matched, the jackets wouldn't fit at vogue, Kurt shook his head and surrendered. Today would be a simple day. "Get dinner with me, Blaine, before I'm late for work and fired."

Blaine pulled on a white button up shirt while taking a deep, considering breath. Then Kurt walked up to him to help fasten Blaine's belt while Blaine finished the shirt. Kurt grabbed the blazer and wrapped it around Blaine who watched Kurt carefully as he did.

"You are breathtakingly beautiful, Kurt Hummel." Blaine breathed softly. Kurt smiled and leaned in to kiss Blaine softly. Blaine closed his eyes and accepted the kiss before pulling back, "Okay... dinner. Seven o'clock."

"I'll text you." Kurt offered.

"No, we'll meet at... what's that Italian place in the village?"

"That really doesn't narrow it down."

"Rosotto...?"

Kurt nodded then, quickly, "I think I know. Seven?"

"Bring my sweatpants."

Kurt kissed Blaine's forehead, lingering a bit long, then pulled away and asked, "How'd you know my last name?"

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows a bit then said, "You told me."

"I did?"

"When we met, yeah."

"I thought I said my name was Leroy."

"Leroy Hummel." Blaine nodded.

"Wow, you were brave. That's a terrible name." Both laughed and Kurt, unable to stop himself, kissed Blaine once more.

"It's not a date." Blaine sighed when his lips detached.

"No, of course not." Kurt nodded, struggling to pull himself away before finally doing so and racing to work.

Kurt arrived at work with more than enough time for his meeting but he was uncomfortable throughout the entire thing. He squirmed in his chair, his legs still feeling sore, his bottom hurting, Blaine's pants were just a little too tight, and every reminder of the night before seemed to put him in the mood to continue it. He couldn't hide, this was a meeting to cover ideas for his line. Designers, styles, formatting choices, he was in charge of it all. And he couldn't sit still.

He was only too eager to get home and change, more so because he really wanted to see Blaine again. The man who'd surprised him in every way since the morning he'd woken up in his bed. Rachel wasn't home to badger him with questions, but apparently that was because she was viewing apartments. She would send him texts filled with photos, videos, and details about the apartment as she got them but one caught his eye simply because of it's address. He tried to pretend he didn't know, and he tried to pretend it was the spacious kitchen, but the apartment he told her to take was two building's down from Blaine's.

He just... wouldn't tell Blaine... and he'd... slowly but casually run into him sometimes... pretend he'd been living there all along, maybe.

At 6:55pm Kurt stood, freshly dressed and cleansed wearing a new, more spacious outfit and pretending he wasn't extremely excited to see Blaine. He'd had one-night-stands before... not a hundred but a handful of others since breaking up with Chandler last year, and none had ever made him feel like this. None did he want to see again or talk to or cuddle or stay with for as long as they could be together but for some reason with Blaine he constantly wanted more.

He'd genuinely thought that sleeping with Blaine would make the desire go away but it only made it worse. He wanted him more. He wanted to know what he did for fun, he wanted to understand his stash of bowties, he wanted to eat more of his cooking, he wanted to see what was in the other room in his apartment, he wanted to fall asleep with him again and again and wake up seeing his beautiful face - or feeling it, that was fun too - but mostly he just wanted to spend time with him. He just didn't know how to manage that now.

He kicked a small rock and looked at his phone - 7:08pm - so punctuality wasn't his thing, that was fine. He regretted sleeping with Blaine, suddenly... not because he didn't enjoy it but because he didn't want it to be some one night stand. He wanted to know him and possibly maybe love him, and build something with him first. But Blaine had also said that he'd only wanted the one night so maybe this had been the right course.

Kurt shrugged, a little chilled and looked at his phone again, then down the street. He'd decided to wait outside on the off-chance this wasn't the restaurant Blaine had meant, although it was the one whose name sounded closest to Rossoto... He didn't see him standing anywhere and panic started to fill him. What if he was at the wrong place? What if Blaine was waiting for him and he'd cut him off too soon this morning to know which place he really meant? What if Blaine was standing him up. In the bag on Kurt's arm was just some red pants, a belt, and a t-shirt, nothing Blaine would cry over losing if it wasn't returned.

Kurt felt his heart starting to crumble and for a moment he needed to focus on not crying. The fantasies, he reminded himself, of him and Blaine doing anything other than each other were just fantasies... he checked his phone again - 7:26 - why was he still standing out here? He clearly had the wrong place. Or Blaine just wasn't showing up, but going home would be surrendering, and he didn't want to do that. Maybe, he considered, he could go to Blaine's apartment and confront him himself. But if Blaine didn't want to deal with Kurt, forcing him to wouldn't make things better.

7:31... Kurt had been here for 36 minutes alone on the street. Someone would call the cops soon and it looked like it was going to rain. He tried to remind himself that 5 of those minutes were just him being early, but that still left 31 - 32 - minutes unaccounted for.

Finally, by 7:40 Kurt knew he needed to accept what Blaine was clearly telling him. It was one night. That was it. He didn't want to see Kurt more than that. It hurt, and Kurt felt his stomach sink, but that was what he'd promised Blaine the night they met, and that's what Blaine had accepted.

With a sigh, Kurt turned to walk back home. He figured he would walk. He wanted the air, the pain in his legs told him the exercise would help him sleep, and he wanted to calm himself before going home and telling Rachel that the one specific apartment Kurt had really liked, might not actually be as good as the one on Broadway.

As he took a step a man bolted out from behind a walking woman and skidded to a stop in front of Kurt. He was half a head shorter than Kurt, in a ruffled suit and loosened tie, his hair was wet from the light drizzle of rain that had begun and from sweat. Even gelled, it was frayed and a little messy at the front. He panted and went wide eyed when he saw Kurt.

"You're still here?!" Blaine gasped breathlessly.

"Yeah I... was just leaving. What's with you?" While Kurt had changed and washed up after work, Blaine wore the worn out version of his morning suit, now only his face was flushed from his apparent run.

"I'm - I - Um - I..." Blaine lowered his head, letting it swing up and down as he tried to catch his breath, "I ran here... sorry."

"I've been waiting for like half an hour, Blaine." Kurt snapped a little hard only so that he could maintain some self respect after standing on a street corner for most of an hour in hopes his drunken escapade might show up. Suddenly, he was just thrilled the waited hadn't been for nothing.

"I know - I - know - I..." He stopped to catch his breath again. Kurt waited until he could better speak. Blaine licked his lips and sucked in a breath, "I was in court, my case got into court, isn't that great?!" Kurt gave him a sturdy but curious look, still attempting to feign detachment. When Kurt didn't respond, Blaine continued, "I'm so sorry, court ran late and the judge took three hours to think about the ruling but Kurt!" Blaine startled him by grabbing his arms, "I won. I won my first court case isn't that incredible?!" He pulled Kurt into a hug which both startled and pleased Kurt. Carefully, he hugged Blaine back.

When Blaine pulled away, he grabbed Kurt by the face and pulled him into a kiss. Kurt was shocked again but stepped closer to deepen the kiss. Blaine seemed to pause when Kurt did this but decided not to fight or pull away and they stood in each other's embrace for about a minute before finally pulling away for air.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, Kurt." Blaine cried when he pulled back, "I would've called but I didn't take your number and I didn't know how to reach you and I was so worried that you weren't going to be here - "

"Let's just go in." Kurt suggested, "I'm starving."

Blaine nodded and raced in front of Kurt to open the door for him. Blaine straightened his tie and combed back his hair with his hands as Kurt entered.

"Ready to come in?" The hostess, who'd gone out several times to check on Kurt as he'd stood out front the restaurant, wondered with a smile.

Kurt and Blaine sat and after a short rendition of his day and what the case was about, Kurt finally asked, "What's in your spare room?"

"What?" Blaine wondered a little startled by the question.

"You have a two bedroom, right?"

"Yeah?"

"What's in the other room? Is it just a guest room?" Blaine seemed to think about it for a moment as if he'd been asked the question in another language and needed to translate it first. "We never went in it."

"It's my office..." Blaine answered then rolled his eyes back as he thought and swallowed some of the appetizer, "and a mini music room."

"Because you're into music." Kurt nodded, remembering.

"I'm probably going to sleep tomorrow," Blaine mused to himself. "I just ran here from the courthouse, and you worked me out last night, I need a day to just rest."

Kurt smirked, "I have your clothes." He offered Blaine the bag which Blaine eagerly accepted.

Blaine looked through it quickly and paused, slowly shooting Kurt a dark glare.

"Where are my sweatpants, Leroy?" Blaine demanded.

"Can we stop with the Leroy?" Kurt begged, "They're in there."

"No, they're not."

"Yes they are."

"They aren't in here, Kurt, I want those pants!"

"They're in there!"

Blaine tossed back the bag which Kurt caught, "look for yourself."

Kurt looked through for a moment then said, "I don't know where they are."

Blaine glared in disbelief, "Kurt..."

"They're just sweatpants, why are they so important?!"

"They make me feel comfortable."

"I have an entire line of similar pants coming out, I'll let you have those." Kurt offered.

"I want those pants, Kurt, those are my pants and I love them."

"I'm sorry." Kurt surrendered.

Blaine shook his head and tossed a hand in the air as if to say whatever, "Let's just order."

"I can find them." Kurt offered in a small voice.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore, just pick what you want to eat." Blaine said with his eyes on the menu.

Kurt bit the inside of his cheek but decided to look back at the menu. They were mostly silent until the waiter came by again. After ordering, he took their menu's and walked away leaving Kurt and Blaine a little stiff at the table.

"I'm sorry for taking your pants." Kurt told him while glancing up from under his eyelashes.

Blaine shook his head slightly while staring down at his hands.

Kurt waited another minute before asking the question that had burned at him all day, "Why don't you want to date?"

Blaine looked up then, sucking the inside of his cheek, "I want to focus on work."

"You can do both."

"Not well," Blaine looked back down, "I'm not very good at romance... or being a boyfriend... I don't like talking to people when I'm stressed and sometimes... I don't like talking at all... and it's so hard to find someone who makes it easy... so I'd rather wait until I'm in a place where everything else is easy, so I can give the attention guys seem to want."

Kurt watched Blaine for a moment as he ate the late of their appetizer and then timidly played with his napkin.

"And your ex-boyfriend?" Kurt wondered.

Blaine didn't look up from the napkin, "we dated for two years... he moved in and out so many times it was like... I don't know... It was better when we were apart."

"How..." Kurt didn't know what he wanted to ask. He wanted to ask something casual and nonthreatening, that would also help him get closer to Blaine.

Blaine continued before Kurt could form his question, finally looking back up at Kurt, "Guys seem to want to date me. I don't know why - but they do, and I do everything... everything in my power to be whatever they need me to be. I try so hard and it usually... it's tiring."

"Why don't you just be yourself?"

Blaine looked off to the side and shrugged, but Kurt thought he could read the shrug fairly easily.

"Have you been yourself the last few days?" Kurt wondered, "With me?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I like you... a lot, actually." Kurt looked away but luckily the waiter arrived so he watched him put more bread on the table. Both Kurt and Blaine reached for it.

"Everyone likes me when they meet me." Blaine noted taking a bite of the bread, "it's when they get to know me that they lose interest."

"How many boyfriends have you had?" Kurt wondered.

"Four, you?"

"I just had my fiancé." Kurt answered, "We met when I was 17... 18, maybe, and then we broke up last year and I've kind of just been exploring since then."

"Huh." Blaine took another bite of bread. "My first boyfriend... when I was 16, I think I really loved him. But he was a bit of a dick. We were on and off throughout high school. I dated someone else for a few months too but umm... that didn't last and I went back to m- my first, the first guy. Then when I moved to New York I met this guy at school and he was really nice and we dated for a couple years, then my last boyfriend."

"Did that end three months ago?" Kurt wondered nibbling bread.

"What?" Blaine looked up curious.

"You said it's been three months for you," Kurt explained, "And if I'm your first one night stand-"

"I think we have to stop calling it that." Blaine cut in, "You've done it before, did you ever spend this much time with them?"

Kurt struggled to hide his growing smirk, but said, "Okay, but since you've never had a one night, I figured your last boyfriend - "

"No, we broke up over a year ago." Blaine answered with a shrug, grabbing more bread which he anxiously ate at, "My first guy - Sebastian - was in town and I said he could stay with me and... I was curious."

"Oh." Kurt raised his eyebrows in surprise, "and how was that?"

"I got better, he didn't." Blaine shrugged and Kurt spat out a laugh. Blaine smiled a little seeing he made Kurt laugh.

"Is your dad the main reason you haven't pursued music?" Kurt wondered as their food finally arrived.

"I guess." Blaine thought, "my last boyfriend said it wasn't a feasible goal and I was dating him when I went into law so he probably had more to do with it."

"That's not okay," Kurt noted and Blaine shrugged.

"He's probably right. I seemed pretty good in high school but that's probably because no one's good in high school and I was better in comparison."

"That's not true." Kurt told him.

"No, it is."

"No," Kurt told him, "I sang in high school and I almost got into NYADA."

"What's NYADA?"

"And my friend Rachel was amazing in high school, she's doing her second show on Broadway now, my friend Mercedes has a record deal - if you were good, Blaine, then you were good and you should go for that if you're passionate about it."

Blaine narrowed his eyes at him and fought a smile, "I'm not taking career advise from a stranger."

"I have literally fallen asleep inside you, we're not strangers, take my advice."

Blaine hesitated then thought, "I like what I'm doing. Today I helped a family get their home back. That's amazing! I couldn't have done that singing!"

"You don't really know that, though." Kurt flirted. Blaine laughed and shook his head.

"He was right, law makes more sense than music." Blaine mumbled taking a bite of his pasta.

Kurt sighed and thought, "okay, fine. But how about this - my friend's show is looking for background characters and extras. Try out for that, it shouldn't take much of your time, and if you like it then you know."

"If I do something with your friend then I'm still connected to you and then how are we never going to see each other again?"

Kurt sucked in a breath, "bad news..."

"What?"

"My friend... the same one that's on Broadway actually, and I are roommates."

"So?"

"So I told her I liked another apartment and she put a down payment on it. We're moving in next month."

"I don't understand. How does that connect to me?" Blaine wondered. Kurt clenched his teeth and smiled awkwardly. Blaine watched him, trying to think and after nearly a minute he gasped, "No"

"It's not the same building!" Kurt defended.

"You promised!" Blaine whined, "I agreed to have sex with you and you be gone when I woke up."

"You're really more amazing than you think you are, Blaine." Kurt cooed, "It's hard to stay away from you."

"So you bought an apartment across the street from me?!"

"Not bought, lease, and it's two buildings down." Kurt explained.

Blaine fell back in his chair shaking his head lightly, and wiped his hands over his face. He shook his head once more before a smile creeped on his lips, "I barely know my neighbors down the hall. New York is big, I'll still probably never see you."

"That's the spirit." Kurt praised, "But I really do think you should try Broadway."

"I'm sorry, I'm too busy imagining all the ways I'm going to somehow end up in your apartment."

"How so?" Kurt beamed.

"I've settled on the most likely way is I run into your friend, she takes me home for whatever reason and I follow and then bam, there you are. Unavoidable."

"Can we be friends, Blaine?" Kurt requested.

"No"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm attracted to you." Blaine responded, "And I know exactly what being with you would be like and it would be so much fun - "

"Yeah, it would."

Blaine hushed him with a coy side grin, "At first when it was nothing but passion and sex, but then the real world would hit and I don't know if we'd know how to handle that together, or if I could - I really can't take another heartbreak like that."

"Friends, Blaine. Just friends." Kurt pleaded.

"We won't be friends." Blaine noted.

"What makes you think that?"

"Because you're sitting across from me now and all I want to do is drag you into the back room." Blaine answered, lowering his voice after he realized he'd gotten too loud.

"You can if you want." Kurt offered then laughed at himself, "Oh come on, Blaine. We could be friends."

"But we won't be."

"Then let's date."

"Kurt!"

Kurt pleaded, "I like you so much, Blaine. And we don't have to have sex again right away - I don't mind. It won't be passionate or lust filled, it will be real. You can be you and I'll be me and if we like each other great, and if we don't we move on."

"It's never that simple."

"It should be that simple." Kurt argued, "we can make it that simple."

"You promised me a one night stand." Blaine reminded.

"I also promised to return your sweatpants." Blaine glared as he said that, "That didn't happen because... we're meant to see each other again. Everything that could go wrong has and each time it has made everything better, and look! It was only after meeting you that my career really took off!"

"You got a promotion without me." Blaine noted.

"A promotion but I hadn't had an original idea in months. You come along and suddenly I have my own line!" Blaine folded his arms over his chest and looked away, "You met me and not only did you get your first case into court but you won it, Blaine, we're good for each other. I can feel it. Friends, lovers, boyfriends, I don't care but please stay in my life. I really want you around."

Blaine looked away and thought for a moment. They both remained in silence, barely touching their food.

Finally, Blaine answered, "I need time to think about it."

"Why do you need time?" Kurt jumped back when Blaine glanced at him, no malice in his eyes, just dark concentration, "I will give you every second of time you need! I just... I think about you... all the time."

Blaine's face softened then, he reached for Kurt's hand, pulled it across the table, and kissed it.

"I'll think about it." He said putting back Kurt's hand.

"Does that mean I can have your number?" Kurt wondered.

"No," Blaine grinned digging back into his pasta, "That means that after you move in next month and I inevitably run into you I should have had enough distance from this to know what I want. And you too. Since you're too close to the multiple orgasms to think clearly."

Kurt bit his lip to maintain his excited smile but nodded and returned to his food.

By the end of the night they parted and Kurt went home feeling too giddy and too nervous to sit still. The next week was similar. Although Kurt thought that Blaine was right, further from the night together, the more detached he would feel, he only thought about Blaine more. There were a few moments, in between the days where he would momentarily be distracted but the thought would fly back along with the anxiety that Blaine would decide not seeing each other was better. Or maybe he'd move.

Rachel had found a place in a day, Blaine could too. Maybe he was going to run away so Kurt really couldn't find him. Ugh, why'd he tell him he was moving there? Obviously something like that would scare someone away!

But he tried to calm himself and by Friday night he'd determined that in three more weeks, when they finally moved, he'd be well over Blaine.

"Are you gunna get that?" Rachel called from her room. Kurt was sitting on the couch eating and pretending he didn't care that he'd made such a fool of himself.

"What?" Kurt asked then his head turned and eyes widened when he realized someone was knocking.

Rachel marched out of her room, dressed in pajamas and an annoyed glare, "Kurt, they've been knocking for five minutes. How did you miss that?!"

"I'm eating!" Kurt answered as she rolled her eyes and slid the door open.

She paused, "Who are you?"

"Is Kurt here?" Kurt froze when he heard the voice. He'd gone crazy. This was a dream. But he knew that voice. Knew it well... He hadn't stopped thinking about it in two weeks.

"Kurt?" Rachel called stepping out of the way so that Blaine could step in with a bouquet of flowers.

Kurt's mouth dropped and popcorn fell out, "what are you doing here?" He demanded after swallowing, mostly because he wasn't sure how he couldn't be crazy at this point. Blaine didn't know where he lived. So how was he here asking for him?

"I wanted to talk to you." Blaine answered, glancing at Rachel who quickly took that as her que to run, but not before shooting Kurt a curious grin.

"How do you know where I live?" Kurt demanded standing and putting the snacks on the coffee table.

"I uh..." Blaine looked in the direction Rachel had disappeared to, then back to Kurt, "I looked in your wallet when you were in the shower. And wrote down your address."

"Huh." Kurt answered, wide eyed, walking towards Blaine, "why?"

"Because I knew I'd probably want to see you again." Blaine answered.

"And then you rejected me." Kurt wasn't mad or skeptical. He just needed time to organize his head.

"Relationships never work with me, Kurt." Blaine answered offering Kurt the flowers which he accepted and put on the table before returning to stand barely a foot away from Blaine, "And with you... I'd want it to work."

"With me." Kurt smiled a bit.

"I want you Kurt," Blaine declared, "I want the stress, I want the neediness, the cuddling, the fights, the drama! I want to come home to you and I want to take your advice and I want to support you through everything you do! I want to be vulnerable and scared and let you have all the power to break me, I want you. I want your friendship, your love, your lust, your anger, your happiness, I want it all. I like you. I like you so much, there is something about you I can't describe but it calls to me. It has since the day I met you" Blaine took a deep breath as he watched the surprised confusion cross Kurt's face, "I want to know you, I want to trust you, I want you to do the same, and I want to get tired of seeing you, but mostly I want to stop feeling guilty for thinking about you every single time I close my eyes cause I can't get you out of my brain."

"You think about me?" Kurt breathed.

"Everyday... I've tried to stop. I can't."

"Why'd you make me wait?"

"I wanted you to wait... so that... it wasn't an impulse... was it?" Blaine was careful in his speech, sneaking closer to Kurt until his hands were on Kurt's shoulders.

"Was what?" Kurt wondered more focused on Blaine dropping his hands from his shoulders.

"Did you... want to be with me... out of impulse?" Blaine was scared to look in Kurt's eye but then straightened when he realized what Kurt was wearing, "are those my sweatpants?" He looked up to glare at Kurt who shrugged bashfully.

"They are really comfortable and they smell like you... I like sleeping in them."

"You're kidding me." Blaine snapped in disbelief.

"I was going to give them back." Kurt started as Blaine stepped closer. Kurt instinctively took a step back letting Blaine chase him halfway into the room.

"Uh-huh"

"But I couldn't stop thinking about you and they were a good excuse to see you again."

"Alright," Blaine nodded in surrender, "have them. Fine! But just know those belonged to my first boyfriend."

Kurt looked down at himself curiously.

"I lost my virginity in those pants."

Kurt stepped closer to Blaine, pulled him by the shoulders into his arms, and kissed him. They lingered for a moment, Blaine wrapping his hands around Kurt, then finally pulling away, "I still like the pants." Kurt mused.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Keep the pants, Kurt. Keep whatever you want from me."

Kurt stepped closer to him, smiling widely, "I know this might be a bit sudden, but since we're already out of order, why not?" Blaine shrugged in agreement, "Do you want to sleep over and watch movies and talk to me all night, then tomorrow morning we can go get breakfast?"

Blaine blinked in surprise but didn't seem offended or annoyed, "Sleepover?"

"Yeah,"

Blaine smiled, "I'd love to."

"Really?!" Kurt wondered passing Blaine to close the door behind him, "also since you're willing to be my friend now - boyfriend? - what are we?"

"Let's start with friends... at least for tonight" Blaine offered.

Kurt nodded racing to the TV to set up and clean up the living room, "You should talk to Rachel about getting a small role in the show."

"I really don't think - "

Kurt brushed him off and said, "You'd be great. I'm sure."

Although he hesitated for a moment, Blaine and Kurt walked to the couch to start the movie. Blaine let his head relax against Kurt who was too focused on the fact he was suddenly so close to Blaine again to actually watch.

They ate dinner after that, Rachel joining them and demanding Blaine sing for her when Kurt mentioned he might be interested in auditioning. His song - which left them both speechless - led Rachel to insist he audition for a leading role instead of a side part. Blaine brushed this off with a giddy smile and after dinner followed Kurt to his bedroom.

"She seems nice." He admitted pulling off his clothes so he was in just an undershirt and boxers.

"She can be a bit much." Kurt stated.

"Yeah, but she's fun." Blaine crawled into the bed. He looked up at Kurt, a little intently as he waited for him. Kurt looked down at him and the bed with uncertainty. "What?"

"I just... I have a nightly routine." Kurt answered a little bashfully.

Blaine leaned forward with a mischievous grin, "What is it?"

"Like skincare." Kurt answered a little more firmly hoping to end whatever was travelling through Blaine's mind.

"Oh... okay." Blaine shrugged that off.

"It's long." Kurt explained, "And I don't want to chase you away."

"You're wearing my ex-boyfriends pants which you stole and hid from me for two weeks while you stalked, seduced, and moved near me - Kurt, I can promise you a skincare routine is not going to be the last straw."

Kurt smiled a bit, "Okay, I'll be back."

"I'll come watch." Blaine sat, tossing the blanket out of his way to stand, "Maybe do it too."

"Really?" Kurt asked as Blaine walked around the bed towards him.

"Yeah, really." Blaine stepped in front of Kurt and smiled.

Kurt studied his face for a moment, then carefully wondered, "Why do you think you'd be a bad boyfriend?"

Blaine shrugged, "I always have been before."

Kurt shook his head slowly, "No... right now I'm just so thankful you are here... I don't see how you could do anything wrong."

"I could try."

Kurt laughed, leaned forward to kiss Blaine, and sighed as he pulled away. They went to the washroom and enjoyed the rest of their night. And week. And month. And year, pleasantly beating the odds and falling in love.

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