Chapter 7: I'll show you how to fuck with a good thing

So this one is super long. Again. Lol sorry. We couldn't quite figure out a way to edit it without chopping it up. The rest should be shorter. (We're certain you don't believe us.)

Also, the parts with Kit were a favorite to write. He's just so adorable. :)

Reviews:

Iris7124: Aww thank you! You make us blush lol. We are a lot more confident now than we used to be! As soon as we planned for Blaine to have tattoos, we knew we had to do that scene! Blaine will talk more about his tattoos later as well. And don't worry, Blaine and Adam aren't finished! We all love a good confrontation ;). As far as him meeting Kit, you might just get your wish in this chapter!

MarciaChapter2: thank you :) honestly, it's probably because we have watched the show one too many times lol. This Blaine is definitely a difficult case. But it wouldn't be any fun if he wasn't! He will definitely talk to Kurt about his past, don't worry. ;) and there will for sure be more sexy times lol we are just getting started. So glad you are enjoying though!

Monday morning

"Um, Mr. Hummel? Is everything okay?"

"Hmm? Yes why?"

"Um, because I think you've buttered your tie."

"Damnit."

Kurt stared down at hands: a butter knife in one and his tie in the other while his toast lay naked on the plate.

He shook his head at himself and began to pull off the tie. It should have irritated him. It should have pissed him off. It should have caused him to scowl at Marley, but he couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. So he just pulled off the tie, threw it on the counter, and buttered his bread. He would just go without a tie today. Who cared about ties when he felt like a teenager with a crush again? He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself.

It had been this way since last night when he left Blaine's.

He had gone with every intention of not falling to temptation, but he caved. He caved and it was so fucking good. He sighed and grinned and giggled the whole drive home, smacking some sense into himself when he nearly ran a red light. Then this morning he put toothpaste on his razor and shaving cream in his hair. He was honestly so annoyed with himself, especially for agreeing to meet Blaine before work. But he kind of couldn't help himself when it came to Blaine.

He left Marley and Kit and drove to the cute little coffee shop near his office, his speech prepared.

"Blaine. I know you wanted to talk about us, but I think we just needed to get that out of our system. I'm attracted to you and you to me, but we want different things. I would love to continue to work with you or even be your friend, but I can't continue to… To…" He thought of all the things they couldn't continue to do and the next thing he knew he was at the coffee shop and a little turned on. He cleared his throat and gathered his wits. He was Kurt Hummel and he could control himself.

The roar of a familiar engine brought his attention to Blaine sliding off of his motorcycle. He salivated at the way his thighs wrapped around the seat and how he ruffled his hair after pulling off the helmet. Blaine stood and discarded his jacket, carrying it and the helmet towards the shop. He hadn't seen Kurt in his car but maybe if Kurt called him out here they could ease the seat back and—

No. No. Certainly not. He ran through his little speech in his head once more. Someone tapping on his glass made him nearly hit the ceiling of his car and he glared at Blaine who was trying unsuccessfully not to laugh at him.

"When I asked you to get coffee with me, I meant inside!" His voice was muffled by the glass. "Unless you wanna have sex in your car?"

"No, I do not. Is sex all you think about?" Kurt made a sweeping motion with his fingers. "I can't get out until you move." He was going for a haughty air, but Blaine's obnoxiously beautiful face was making it hard not to smile at him.

Blaine stepped back to let Kurt out and they walked together into the coffee shop. They were waiting in line together and Kurt definitely did not imagine standing there holding hands with Blaine. He really wanted to be able to shake off this feeling, was hoping that giving in once would help him move past this, but as they ordered their drinks and went to wait, he found himself greedily soaking in every bit of attention Blaine was giving him. So much for being above it all.

"Just so you know," Blaine said as Kurt slid into a seat next to the window. "Tina and Sam made fun of me this morning because I couldn't stop smiling. I even tried to put the milk up in the cabinet and my keys in the refrigerator." He slid in right beside Kurt instead of across from him and stretched a tattooed arm behind him. "I just couldn't stop thinking about last night." His voice was low in Kurt's ear, tickling and making his skin heat. "My bed still smelled like you."

Kurt took a gulp of his coffee and burnt his tongue. He had to regain control here.

"What are you doing?"

"Talking," Blaine answered his voice still in that low register. He stared Kurt down over the plastic lid on the top of his cup. Kurt tried to forget his exact order. He didn't care. "Isn't that what we said we'd do?"

Another mouthful of hot coffee reignited the burn. Blaine was impossible to read. Kurt squared his shoulders and folded his neatly manicured hands atop the table. "Blaine. I know you wanted to talk about us, but I think we… We just…"

The man he had been intimate with was back and taking in every word he said, attentive and listening. Kurt kind of forgot what his point had been.

"We just…?" Blaine motioned for him to go on.

His phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw it was Adam. Adam… "I'm still seeing Adam." There. Maybe he would pull himself out of the equation and Kurt wouldn't have to hurt his feelings. "I have to make the decision on who to be with for me and for Kit."

A dark cloud passed over Blaine's face at Adam's name. He looked away, picking at the lip of his cup with a chipped black nail. "I see. You think I would be a bad influence on Kit?"

"What? No!" Kurt lowered his voice when others glanced towards his outburst. "I meant that Adam likes kids—"

"I like kids."

"Adam wants kids." Kurt lifted his chin when Blaine frowned. "Again, you are the one who didn't want to get involved with me because of Kit. It's not a problem for him."

"What if it's not a problem for me?"

Kurt scoffed.

Blaine's frown deepened. "I'm serious! I changed my mind."

This time Kurt laughed outright.

Now Blaine looked pissed. "I'm allowed to change my mind. I was just trying to be cautious, but you can't deny what we have between us." His eyes glittered. "Not after last night."

Kurt's mouth and throat suddenly became dry. He took a sip to wet it and set his phone down.

Blaine took advantage of his hesitation to move closer. His eyes searched Kurt's. "I tried to ignore my feelings for you, but I can't. I just want a chance. Another chance," he added when Kurt opened his mouth to remind him he had done that already.

Kurt put his cup down, to say what he still wasn't quite sure, but he wasn't looking and knocked the corner of the table. His coffee sloshed out and onto the table. "Shit! Sorry." Embarrassed, he jumped up and returned with a wad of napkins. Blaine dutifully helped him, sopping up the mess. They made a little pile and took it to the trash can by the door. Kurt noted it was time to leave or he would be late for work. He tossed the last napkin into the trash and turned to Blaine. They were standing beside the front counter now.

"Look, I'm willing to give you a chance." Blaine's smile was bright and sparkling like sun off the water. "But you need to understand I'm still dating Adam too." His expression dimmed, but he seemed unsurprised. "And Kit is my priority. We can try this, but if at any second you think this isn't for you, I need to know—"

"Of course," Blaine agreed immediately. Kurt jumped a little when Blaine reached over and grabbed his wrist.

"What are you—"

Blaine raised his wrist to see the time on his watch and sighed. "I really hate to be that guy, but I have to go. Although I'd rather just stare at your gorgeous face all day." Kurt gasped when Blaine pulled his wrist to his lips and kissed it seductively, eyes staying trained on his. "Thanks, sweetheart. I know that you are still dating Adam too and that's fine. I know you have a responsibility, but I would like to keep seeing you too. A little competition doesn't bother me. Especially after last night."

Kurt felt his face heat at the way Blaine was devouring him with his eyes, like he was replaying every second. Blaine tugged the collar of Kurt's shirt open to see the mark he left, but Kurts stepped from his reach. He cleared his throat. "I would like that. I hope you know I don't always just... do that. It's just been awhile and I had a weak moment, but I really do like you."

Blaine answered by leaning in for what Kurt thought was going to be a kiss, but he stopped just short of his lips, the same way Kurt had done to him. "Well, I don't take offense. You didn't even get to see everything I can do. I can make you feel really good, Kurt. Even better than last night. If you have any more, 'weak moments' you know who to call about that." He kissed the corner of Kurt's mouth gently, his smoldering eyes never leaving Kurt's. Kurt reminded himself to breathe and stay standing up.

With a roguish wink, Blaine slipped out the door, Kurt staring after him.

"Goddamn," whispered the barista behind the counter as she fanned herself. She was watching Blaine leave too and scudded away when she realized she had spoken out loud.

Mortified, Kurt left for work. If he could manage it without losing his mind today.

He stopped short of his car. Was he dating two men at once? What had his life become?

Brittany S. Pierce was self-aware. She knew she had a tendency to say and do things that didn't make much sense to others. She knew people thought she was crazy or stupid or incompetent. But she wasn't any of those things. She just thought differently than other people. Brittany was under no delusions that people thought she was intelligent, but sometimes it worked to her benefit. People treated her like a plant in the corner, there for decoration and they underestimated her. Sometimes, like when Kurt Hummel had joined the staff, she just got nervous and everything came out all wrong. Now that she had gotten more used to him, things had gotten better and he was actually trusting her with more responsibility. It made her very proud of herself.

However, today Kurt Hummel wasn't the same.

Usually he came in about five minutes early, stopped at her desk for his messages, and then went to his office. She would bring him his coffee ten minutes later and he would quietly drink that while catching up on emails and phone calls. After about an hour, he would be more chatty and sometimes they would have a little conversation. Then around lunch time, Adam Crawford would come and take Kurt to lunch or Kurt would go to meet with his friends. The afternoon was usually filled with meetings and Brittany would bring Kurt a snack to make sure he didn't get grumpy. They would talk and joke around then. It was nice.

This morning, Kurt was late. She noticed, but didn't really get concerned. Everyone was late sometimes and traffic could be terrible. She was preparing some samples for Kurt when finally she heard his shoes tapping down the hall.

"Good morning, Kurt! How are you?" She gathered up his messages and held them out to him, but he just went straight to his office, mumbling a "Good morning."

He had his hand on his door when she cleared her throat. "Um, would you like your messages?"

He wheeled around with a frown and his eyebrows pinched. "Right. Yes, of course."

He took them from her and nearly ran into her desk. "Oops."

"Kurt? Is everything alright?"

He smiled then, sighed, and then nodded. "Yes." Glancing around, he must have realized he was at work and he shook the dreamy expression from his face. "Thanks, Brittany."

With that, he scurried off to his office.

If that was odd, the rest of the day was a little bizarre. When she went to bring him his coffee, he was at his desk, the messages still at his elbow which he had his chin propped up on. He was staring unseeingly at the window, humming some song to himself and a tranquil smile on his face. A smile crept onto her face and she knew. Without speaking, she set the coffee mug down in front of him and shut the door gently behind her.

By lunch, she was quite hungry and about to leave when Mr. Crawford approached her desk. She liked him alright, but he was one of those people that looked at her like she was just a plant. He had never been rude though, so that was something. His best friend though, she didn't care for. He was a jerk.

"Hello, Mr. Crawford. How are you?"

"Fine. Is Mr. Hummel in?" He seemed irritated, but he always seemed sort of irritated. "I called, but he never returned it."

She grinned. "He's been busy. I'll tell him you stopped by—"

"I'll just go in." He brushed past her and went into Kurt's office.

She shrugged. It seemed kind of obvious that he had a crush on Kurt, but Kurt didn't really seem like he returned the feelings. There was someone else, though, if the way Kurt had been floating around all day was any indication.

After she had cleaned up her desk and turned her computer off, she grabbed her purse and was about to leave when Adam came out of Kurt's office, a bewildered frown on his face.

"What's wrong with him? Did something happen?"

Brittany glanced at his door fondly. "At the risk of sounding unprofessional, I think he got some last night. In fact I think he—"

"Don't be stupid," Adam sneered. "He's not like that. He doesn't just go out and have sex with anyone like a slut."

Brittany crossed her arms. "Having sex doesn't make you a slut. Kurt has needs—"

"Well you're just a secretary who doesn't know anything. I'm dating Kurt and I think I know him better than you, so just keep your nose out of our business."

With that, he flounced off towards the elevators.

Cold rage flooded Brittany's veins. She knew she could be a little spacey and absent-minded, but she was not stupid. She cared about Kurt too and for Adam to treat her that way… maybe he wasn't as nice as she thought.

Yes, Brittany S. Pierce was self-aware. She was also petty as hell and now was going to do everything in her power to sabotage Adam Crawford.

Smiling venomously, she left her desk and stuck her head into Kurt's office.

He was bent over some files, his forehead cradled in his hand. He seemed stressed.

"Kurt?"

He startled and looked up at her, trying for a smile but not quite making it. "Hey, Brittany. Sorry I've been in here all day. I'm not trying to ignore you, but I've just been busy—"

"It's fine." She waved away his apology. "I once got so busy with my cat dioramas that I forgot to eat the whole day."

He gave her the confused look she was accustomed to receiving, but there was no malice.

"I was going to lunch. Can I bring you anything?"

He smiled gratefully, but tiredly. "I'm okay. Not really hungry, but thanks. Enjoy your lunch."

She waved and shut his door, headed for the elevators.

The golden doors slid shut soundlessly and she primped a little in her reflection. No one would suspect her, least of all Adam. After all, she was just a secretary.

Monday evening

"Kurt? Are you even listening?"

Adam watched Kurt zone out for the millionth time that day. He had absolutely no idea what was going on with him, but he was determined that tonight would be the night. It was their third date and Adam was leaving with a boyfriend.

That's if Kurt would pay attention to him.

"I'm so sorry," he said, rubbing his arms as they walked away from the restaurant they had picked up takeaway from. They were going to his house and he was going to get to meet Kit. Adam was pretty excited, even if it was just for dinner, but Kurt was stuck in his head.

Kurt gave him a regretful smile. "I just have a lot on my mind today."

"Is everything alright?" Adam asked, his eyes searching Kurt's.

The designer shrugged and unlocked his car. Adam climbed into the passenger seat.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just let me get it straight in my head and then I'll talk about it."

That sounded ominous.

"Well, you better get your head in the game before that meeting tomorrow!"

Kurt chuckled. "Head…"

"What?"

"Nothing. Inside joke." He pulled onto the street and Adam situated the food in his lap.

"Are you sure you're not getting sick or something? You've just been quiet and flustered all day."

Kurt sighed and stopped at a light. It gave him an opportunity to glance at Adam. "Okay, I feel a little guilty. I had another date last night." He nibbled his bottom lip.

Adam's heart sank. So he had been out with some other guy.

"Did you sleep with him?" He could hear the bitterness in his own voice.

Kurt whipped his head towards him. "Adam!"

"Sorry. I guess I am just a little disappointed. I thought you and I were going somewhere."

"We are." Kurt put his hand over Adam's. "I'm sorry. I have never dated more than one guy at once before." He smiled sadly. "I'm just not ready to commit yet. If it bothers you, I understand."

"No, it's fine." He cursed his best friend Sebastian's name in his head. This whole open relationship had been his idea. He had gone to him for advice about Kurt when he told him they weren't exclusive, but Sebastian had convinced him it was a great idea.

"You should date other guys too," he said, his eyes glittering with mischief as they usually were. "Anyone you want! It would make him jealous and he would commit like that!" He snapped his fingers.

Adam stoked his chin. "But what if he finds someone else he likes better? I really like him! And he wants a family! You know how hard that is to find?"

A shadow crossed Sebastian's face. "If he picks anyone but you," he whispered as he cupped Adam's jaw, "he's a goddamn fool."

Adam had hugged him then and when they parted, Sebastian was back to his normal self: slick and biting. His best friend shrugged carelessly.

"If you need someone to pretend to be competition, I'll charge a fair price." He winked at him.

"You know I don't play games, Seb. I just want to be with Kurt."

The teasing smile melted away. "He must be the best then."

"He is."

Sebastian changed the subject after that.

Adam took a deep breath. He could hang in there a while longer. He would just have to triple his efforts and make himself irresistible to Kurt.

He smiled at the man who was wearing a concerned frown. "I'm in this for the long haul," Adam said. He clasped Kurt's hand. "I'll just have to convince you I'm the right choice."

Kurt smiled at that. Adam looked out the window. He would find out who this other guy was and crush the competition.

Friday

Tina held up a Zelda t-shirt. "What about this one?"

Blaine shrugged as he lazily spun a revolving bookmark display. "Sure. He's played Zelda."

Tina growled and hung the shirt back up. "I don't want a gift for a game he's played one time! I want something he's going to like! It's his birthday!" She aggressively sorted through the rest of the shirts. "You know what nerd stuff he likes."

"Why don't you know what nerd stuff he likes? He's your boyfriend. Doesn't he ever talk about this kind of shit?" Blaine retorted.

"I guess we aren't always talking when we are together," she replied with a suggestive grin.

He high-fived her. "Good girl."

"Now, I need you to stop acting like a sullen teenager and help me. Do you want me to give Mike a bad gift?"

"What I want is to hole up in my room composing music or trying to win Kurt back." He stuffed his hands in his pockets. Tina had to practically drag him to the bookstore to shop for Mike.

"Well, maybe I wanted to see you." She started thumbing through some vinyl records. "You've been 'holed up in your room' for days now."

He leaned on the bin next to her. "What are you talking about? I see you guys every day."

"Not really." She narrowed her eyes in reproach. "I see you for a few minutes in the morning and then a few at night if I'm lucky. I don't even know anything about this Kurt guy other than you guys had sex on the couch."

"We did not have sex on the couch, I promise. I'm sorry I was naked on the couch for the thousandth time." He held up a Michael Jackson album and Tina shook her head.

"He has that one. You told Sam about him." She stuck her lip out. "I'm the one who gives the good advice! Who's been in a committed relationship for two years?"

Blaine shoved the album back in and skipped his finger across another row. "I like to talk to Sam because he doesn't try to fix me. He kind of just repeats everything back to me and helps me get it straight in the mess I call my brain. Does Mike like Lady Gaga?"

"Sam also got hypnotized by a drag queen that one time. He's not exactly a genius. And I resent the implication that I always try to fix you."

"I didn't imply it, I said it."

"Hey."

Blaine sighed and turned his head over to look at her. Tina had her arms crossed and was glaring at him. "You don't need to be fixed, Blaine. I only want to help you because I care about you and someone besides Cooper had to."

He supposed he deserved that, but it still cut. She finally smiled and poked his arm before dragging him over to look at a table offering the newest books. "We are the three musketeers, remember? Now tell me about Kurt!"

Blaine let free a long-suffering sigh as he picked up then tossed down a book to the table. "There is not really much to tell. I haven't seen him since Monday morning because I've had work and he's been busy being a dad and world's most beautiful Vogue employee. We've texted a little, but it just hasn't worked out."

"Of course he's busy." She held up some romance book and Blaine did a half shrug. "Men. You have to put forth some effort. Meet him where he's at. Think about his needs."

"I think I met his needs pretty damn well the other night when we fucked. On my bed, by the way. Not the couch. Ow! Why are you pinching me?" He swatted her hand away from it's assault on his arm.

"I'm not talking about his sexual needs, I mean his other needs. He needs to sleep. And eat. Do something nice for him, to help him. Like remember that time I was sick and Mike was visiting his family out of state so he sent me food? What could you do to show him you care and are thinking about him?"

Blaine stared off at the coffee bar as he formed an idea. It was a small thing and Kurt might hate it, but it was something. "That's actually not too bad, T. And put down that historical fiction. Sci-fi all the fucking way and you know it."

She huffed and put it down. "Fine. But when Mike wants to rant about it for hours, I'm giving you the phone. How's the songwriting going?"

"Actually, that's the only thing going right." He pointed at the cover of a book bearing a spaceship.

Tina shook her head. "He's got that one."

They continued strolling through the shelves.

"Anyway, I've got a lot done and I'm thinking of recording some. Maybe I'll debut them at the bar or something." He patted her head when she gave him a stern look. "Don't worry, I'm documenting everything. No one can steal these."

She nodded approvingly and compared one book to another. "Well, you know what I would do—"

"I'm not asking Cooper for help."

"But he knows so many people! He has all the connections and he could get your foot in the door if you weren't so damn stubborn!"

"No."

"You have the talent if you could get in front of the right people. He'd be happy to!"

"No, Tina!" He slammed the book he had been pretending to consider back down. "Cooper has literally saved my life. I owe him everything, even my job. I can't run to him for everything. Not about this. I have to make it on my own, without his help. I have to stand on my own two feet."

She put her hands on her hips. "Well, I think that's silly. You are too talented to—" She broke off in a terrible scream that had nearly the entire store swiveling their heads that direction.

A demented looking dog head was peeking over the shelves at her. Its eyes were dead, like it had seen some shit.

"Guys!" Sam's voice was muffled under the mask. "Look how funny this is! Should I get it for Mike?"

Tina had a hand to her chest. "You were supposed to be looking in the games, not scaring me to death! What are you doing?"

They began to bicker about what Mike would or wouldn't like and Blaine took the opportunity to slip away through the stacks. He had the idea as soon as he got to the book store, but he didn't want his friends to know about it. He snuck to the section he was looking for and began perusing the titles, hands still in his pockets.

"Parenting For Dummies or The Ultimate Dad Handbook?" Blaine let his finger bump along the spines of the books and stopped at one that made him laugh softly. "So Now You're A Baby Daddy: A Guide For the Clueless." He grabbed it and skimmed through. Maybe this could give him an edge when it came to Kurt. If he could prove he was serious about his little boy, he might get his attention. Sex was the easy part. Kurt for sure wanted him and he would deliver each and every time. The romantic part he could do. He didn't think he was the king of grand gestures, but he could get by. But the Asshole had this on him.

He had seen Kurt's phone the day they had coffee after Kurt went to go get napkins for the spill. Adam asking if they were still going to dinner. It had taken every ounce of restraint for Blaine to not text Adam back and tell him to fuck off. That would have been shitty. But it made his teeth itch to think about Kurt going home with him and him getting to be with Kurt the way he had been. He knew what he wanted for sure now and no one would take Kurt from him. He would be the best toddler wrangler ever and Kurt would be impressed and fall in love with him. Easy.

He went to the register, mind already racing with the possibilities.

Saturday

"No, Dad, you absolutely cannot wear a striped shirt with a paisley tie."

Burt frowned from the phone screen Kurt had propped up on the couch. The man was standing in his closet in kakis and an undershirt.

Kurt was working at a mannequin, a half-finished jacket hanging from it and pins dangling from his mouth. Kit was at his knee, a block in his mouth as he copied everything Kurt did.

"I don't get it! You said pattern crashing was a thing and it was okay—"

"It's pattern clashing, Dad, and you aren't doing it right." He pulled out his measuring tape and held it to the sleeve along the seam. Kit followed suit, pulling his own measuring tape out and stretching it at the bottom of the mannequin. Kurt had given him an extra one. "Wear the tie with a navy blue shirt. I wish you would get your things tailored." He watched his father pulling on the shirt. "Where are you going anyway?"

"I'm taking Carole out to eat. Just trying to get her out of the house."

Kurt noticed he ignored the comment about getting his clothes altered. "That's a great idea! Just don't take her to Breadstix."

Burt made a face and began doing up his tie. "We like Breadstix. What are you making over there with the cutest little helper in the entire world?"

Smiling down at the boy who was trying to copy the way Kurt was standing, Kurt plucked pin from his mouth and wove it nimbly through the fabric. "It's for our summer gala at work."

Burt nodded in understanding and fixed his tie. "And how is a gala different from a party?"

"It's black tie, Dad. Ow." He sucked the finger he had poked with his needle.

"Ow!" Kit said and sucked his finger too.

"Oh my god! Kurt! Did you see? He's so smart! Carole! Come here and see Kit!"

Kurt tickled the boy who grinned around his fingers and squirmed away from Kurt's reach.

"Hey, boys." Carole's face came into the frame and she stared at Kit with a watery smile. "I miss you so much."

Kurt gathered Kit up and let him see the screen. "We miss you guys too! Now that we are all settled, you need to come visit and you can see the new house! I'm serious! I'll even pay for the tickets."

Kit tried to grab the screen and pointed to Carole. "Dada." He looked to Kurt.

"I see." He licked his lips. "I hope you don't mind. He just kind of started calling me that."

Carole smiled and wiped at a tear. "Of course not. You are his father. He's so lucky to have you. We all are." She sniffed and dabbed at the corner of her eye. "Sorry. Excuse me." She left and Burt took back over the phone. He watched her go with sad eyes.

"She's fighting it every day, but it's hard on her. Her and Finn were all each other had for a long time. It's like you and me."

Kurt's eyes stung. "God, Dad. Don't say stuff like that." He wiped at his own eyes. "I'm getting flashbacks to high school."

"Sorry, kiddo. I'm going to let you go. I want to check on her." He waved at Kit who waved back. "Love you too. Say grandpa for me? Grand-pa?" He stretched the word out.

Kit mumbled something unintelligible around his fist which was still in his mouth.

"Of course. Tell her we love her and can't wait to see her soon! Love you."

They hung up and Kurt decided to put his outfit away. He wasn't into it as much now.

"Okay, Christopher. Time for nap."

At his name, Kit looked up, but shook his head no at nap.

"Oh yes. Otherwise you'll turn into a little demon. Come on." He scooped the child up as he tried to scramble away. His phone buzzed and he held the struggling boy with one hand and checked it with the other. His heart flipped at the name on the screen.

What would I have to do or take off to get you to come to see me today? *purple smiling devil emoji* - Blaine

Kurt grinned at the text and worked on putting Kit down for his nap. The boy was tired so it didn't take long and Kurt texted Blaine back as soon as he fell asleep.

I'm spending the day with Kit and my nanny has class. - Kurt

I do want to see you though… -Kurt

He couldn't help but be honest. It had been nearly a week and although they had texted here and there, Kurt had been so busy that he hadn't gotten to make plans with Blaine. Honestly he felt a little guilty too, working and leaving Kit with a sitter all the time. So today was just the two of them and they had spent it together. But now that he was asleep…

Blaine texted him back almost immediately.

I'll come see you. Just say the word and I'm there beautiful - Blaine

Come over - Kurt

He bit his lip and began hastily putting toys away and then realized he was wearing old stained clothes he wouldn't be caught dead in. He hurriedly changed into a slouchy sweater that fell off of one of his shoulders and some comfortable pants before checking his phone.

On my way *kissy face emoji* -Blaine

Perfect. He had just enough time to fix his hair.

Blaine arrived about ten minutes later and Kurt swallowed down his nervousness. Why was he nervous? It was Blaine. He had been intimate with Blaine. But his conversation with Adam was still rolling trough his head. Even though he wasn't lying to them, he still felt like a jerk dating two guys at once. But he wasn't even sure he and Blaine were dating or just… well, fucking. Blaine had made it clear he wanted to be with Kurt, but he wasn't really convinced.

Kurt opened the door and wasn't prepared for how excited he would be to see Blaine. It was like they had been away from each other for months and just had been reunited. Blaine seemed to feel it too and immediately wrapped his hands around Kurt's waist after setting his helmet down on the side table.

"Hi."

"Hey." Kurt dangled his arms over Blaine's shoulders and curled around the back of his neck. "I… I missed you."

"I missed you too." Blaine stared at his lips. "Can I kiss you?"

In answer, Kurt kissed him, his fingers buried in Blaine's hair. It was like a breath after being underwater, a drink after a dry throat. A relief.

They separated, their lips both parting in a smile. Blaine went in for another kiss and tried to slip a hand into the waist band of Kurt's pants, but he stepped away.

"Kit's napping."

Blaine stepped with him, lips skimming his neck. "And?"

He stepped back again. "He only sleeps for like forty-five minutes. An hour if I'm lucky. And he's a light sleeper."

Blaine followed and Kurt hit the wall. His hands found Kurt's hips and his lips finally found his neck. "So what I'm hearing is we have an hour to do this." He sucked a place at Kurt's shoulder and he let his head fall back against the wall. It felt so good and he didn't want to stop, but he pushed Blaine back.

He whined.

"Believe me," he breathed. "I want to, but what I want to do takes much longer than what we have." He let insinuation drip into every word and it made Blaine's eyes light up.

"What did you have in mind, sweetheart?" He crowded him against the wall and kissed up his neck.

Kurt weakly tried to pull away, but ended up stretching out his neck. Blaine's hands squeezed his hips and then slid lower to cup his butt. "I want you. The way you fucked me… I couldn't even function the next day."

Blaine's eyes were fixed on his as he listened, but he continued kissing and touching Kurt. "You want me to fuck you like that again? Or do you want to fuck me? Because I'm down for anything."

Kurt nodded, a jerky thing and Blaine kissed him hard, and hand sliding down to palm him through his pants. Kurt moaned into his mouth and was about to drag Blaine to his room when they heard a small cry.

"Damnit," Kurt hissed as they caught their breath. Part of him was afraid to see Blaine's face and therefore rejection again when faced with the reality that he did have a child, but he looked anyway. If he was serious, he would have to grow up.

But Blaine was smiling. He moved away a little and scratched the back of his head. "Wow? You weren't kidding, huh? Do you need… Like, should I just…?"

"Sit there," Kurt pointed to the couch across the hall in the living room. Blaine shuffled that way and Kurt left him there to go check on Kit.

And of course the little trouble maker had just cried out in his sleep. He was snoring peacefully when Kurt cracked open the door. He closed it and took a few calming breaths. Blaine was going to be the death of him. He couldn't control himself around the man and it showed.

By the time Kurt had collected himself and joined Blaine in the living room, the biker had found a seat on the couch and was flipping something around in his hands. Kurt made a little noise in his throat so he wouldn't alarm Blaine and he turned when he heard it, a wary smile on his face.

"Everything okay? He's okay?"

"Yeah." Kurt sat beside Blaine and folded his legs up underneath him, getting comfortable. "I warned you he was a light sleeper."

"He must have known I was feeling up his dad." They both laughed at that. Blaine had put whatever he had been messing with down and was looking around Kurt's living room. Kurt took the opportunity to admire Blaine's profile, his jawline, neck, and then his chest. When Blaine spoke again, he hastily found his eyes. "I like your house. It's even nicer on the inside than the outside."

He bobbed his head once. "Thanks." Blaine shifted and Kurt tilted his head to the side. He was acting oddly. Usually when they were together, The conversation didn't lapse. It seemed like Blaine was measuring his words today. Kurt stretched an arm out across the back of the couch and ran his fingers through Blaine's hair. He leaned into the touch, turning his head to kiss Kurt's inner arm. "You okay? You don't have to be nervous."

Blaine looked down at his lap. "Sorry."

"You weren't nervous on our date," Kurt pushed. "Is something wrong?" His heart sank a little. Maybe Blaine was about to get scared again.

Blaine moved a little closer to Kurt in encouragement to continue playing with his hair and he began to draw little patterns on his arm. It felt nice, although tickled a little. "I just don't want to fuck this up again. And I did fuck up, Kurt." He looked into Kurt's eyes, sad and serious. The sunlight had lit up his eyes, warming the browns and greens swirling in them. "I'm sorry. Maybe I can explain why I did that when we have more time."

Kurt kissed Blaine's fingers as they crept up to his shoulders. "I'd like that."

They sat like that, content and quiet for a few minutes until Blaine straightened up and stretched a little. Kurt watched him shamelessly and Blaine winked when he caught him.

"So you liked the photos?" He had emailed them to Kurt earlier in the week after editing them.

"God, yes! So did my staff. We want you to come do more actually."

Blaine patted Kurt's arm. "Hey, you don't have to keep throwing work my way. I'll suck your dick for free."

He laughed and noticed the little case Blaine had been flipping around earlier. "Is that more pictures?"

Blaine followed his eye line and landed on the case. "Uh, no. Actually, it's kind of for your kid."

Kurt eyed it with even more curiosity now. "What?"

Blaine straightened his spine and wiped his palms on his thighs. "Um, okay. So you told me he wasn't sleeping well unless you sang to him which I mean, honestly who wouldn't? I kind of want you to sing me to sleep." He batted his eyelashes at Kurt who couldn't help but giggle. He grew serious once again. "Look, it's not a big deal and it doesn't even sound that good… I read that sometimes kids sleep better when there is some white noise or music and… I kind of recorded some lullaby's on my keyboard and made him a little CD. It's not even that good of a recording and you don't have to use it—"

Kurt pressed his fingers to Blaine's lips. His heart thudded in his chest at how thoughtful that was. "That's very sweet." He shifted to his knees and crawled over to Blaine's lap, brushing his lips against Blaine's. "Thank you." Then he kissed him. Blaine sunk into the kiss happily, reaching up to cup the nape of Kurt's neck. Kurt broke away. "So why were you reading about toddler's sleep habits?" He settled in Blaine's lap, something Blaine was extremely okay with. He rubbed his hands up and down Kurt's back.

Blaine shrugged. "I just saw an article. Nothing major."

"Mhm." Kurt kissed his cheek.

Blaine just shrugged again, but his cheeks were tinged pink and he pulled Kurt against him until their lips met again. They ended up making out slowly and just when Blaine's hands had drifted down to Kurt's ass again, Kit could be heard babbling over the monitor. Blaine's head fell back against the couch in exasperation.

"See? He knows."

Kurt giggled. Blaine got up when Kurt moved off of him and started to get his things together. He didn't want Blaine to go, but he didn't want him to be uncomfortable. Still, he wanted to test him a little. He had let Adam meet Kit too, not as his boyfriend, but to see how they meshed. Kit seemed to like him and he Kit, but Kit was used to meeting strangers from when he would have to take him to work with him. So he kind of wanted to see if Blaine actually was okay with this or if he was just into Kurt physically.

"You want to meet him?" Kurt asked.

Blaine stopped getting ready to leave and looked at him. "You want me to meet your kid?" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"If you want to."

Blaine's tongue darted out. He looked terrified.

"He's a toddler, Blaine. Not a bomb."

Blaine glared at him. "I know."

"Well?"

He sucked in a deep breath and released it. "Okay."

"You sure?"

He nodded.

With that, Kurt went to retrieve the child. He changed his diaper and told him he would be meeting one of daddy's friends. He brought him him the living room and Blaine was still standing, his face a little pale.

"You think I'll scare him?" Blaine asked. He was wringing his hands.

Kurt couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out. Blaine just looked so terrified of someone who still was learning how to use a fork properly. Kit laughed at Kurt laughing and clapped his little hands. "Are you planning on jumping out and scaring him?"

"No!" Blaine looked shocked.

"Then he won't be scared." Kurt hitched Kit up a little higher and the boy buried his little face in Kurt's neck. "Blaine, meet Christopher Kurt Hudson Hummel. Or Kit for short. Kit, this is Blaine Anderson."

Kit rubbed his eyes and Blaine's stress lined face eased slightly. "He's so small…"

Kurt chuckled and beckoned Blaine follow him to the kitchen. "Well, again, he's a toddler."

Kurt put him in his high chair and went to fix him a snack. Blaine kind of hovered around, not really sure what to do. Kurt smiled at the tentative behavior. The big bad biker was scared shitless of a baby.

"Here." Kurt handed Blaine Kit's sippy cup. "Give this to him while I make his snack."

Blaine took the cup and offered it to Kit who took it without any fuss and began sucking it down. This seemed to bolster Blaine's confidence a little and he sat down next to Kit at the table, just watching him.

Now that Kit was more awake, he studied Blaine with his wide brown eyes. When they fell on Blaine's arms, he began to reach and babble. Blaine stared at him, helpless and confused and jumped when Kit screamed.

"Kit. No screaming." Kurt set the plate down in front of the boy and sat in the other chair. "I think he wants to see your tattoos."

Blaine wordlessly held his arm up and Kit grabbed it, pinching and pulling at the skin. A slow smile spread across Blaine's face and he moved closer. "You like those, huh?"

Kit pointed at the little warbler. "Urd."

Kurt's eyes went wide. "What did you say?"

Blaine's head went from Kurt to Kit, alarmed. "What? What? What's wrong?"

"Urd!" Kit declared again, indicating the warbler.

"Yes!" Kurt screamed. He lifted Kit from his chair and danced around the room. "It's a bird! Good boy!"

Kit squealed and clapped his hands. "Urd!" he screamed.

"I thought you said no screaming!" Blaine screamed.

"It's a special occasion!" Kurt screamed.

Once they had all calmed down and Kit had finished his snack, they went to the living room. Kurt pulled out every picture and toy he could that had a bird on it, but he stubbornly refused to say it again.

"Are they supposed to talk this soon?" Blaine asked as he played with a stuffed owl's wings. He was stretched out on the rug while Kurt was cross-legged in front of Kit.

"It depends on the child." Kurt frowned as he pointed to a bluebird next to the letter B in a book. "Bird? Kit, say bird?"

Kit just laughed and stacked up his little blocks. Kurt's face fell and he tossed the book down along with his phone. "He always quits before I can record it." He fell back on the rug and rubbed his eyes. "I swear he's messing with me."

Blaine watched him, admiring the curves of his neck and chest then down to his legs. Damn, he really wished Kit had slept longer. But then he looked at the little boy who batted over his stack of blocks and squealed. He was really freaking cute and found himself actually enjoying playing with him. Kit caught his stare and he stumbled up and over to Blaine. He was immediately transfixed by the man's tattoos once again, holding his arm in his tiny little hands. Warmth flooded his chest as he watched the little fingers stroke the petals of a flower, his little mouth screwed up in concentration.

"That's a flower, Kit. Can you say flower?"

"Towah."

Kurt sat bolt upright. "Are you freaking kidding me?"

Blaine grinned proudly. "What can I say? I'm magic."

Kurt scrambled to get his camera going on his phone. "Kit, can you say flower?"

Kit only stared.

Blaine snickered and Kurt glared at him. "Kit, say flower? Please?"

"Dada?"

"Yes!" Kurt said excitedly. "Now, can you say flower?"

Kit shook his head.

Blaine thought Kurt was going to grind his teeth to nubs. He sat up and tapped the poppy tattoo. "Hey, Kit?"

The child looked up at him, eyes sparkling.

"Hey, can you say flower?"

"Towah!"

Kurt's mouth fell open. "How did you do that?"

"He loves me!" Blaine chuckled and held his fist up to the child. "You punch it. Like this." He held Kit's little fist up and tapped them together which Kit thought was hilarious.

Bouncing in excitement, Kurt leapt up and ran off down the hall. "Stay right there! I'm going to get my actual camera!"

"Wait! Kurt!" Blaine glanced worriedly between the toddler and Kurt. "Don't leave me alone with him!"

"I'll be right back! Stay there!"

He took off and Blaine stared at Kit.

Kit stared at Blaine.

Blaine cleared his throat. "So… Can you like, really talk? Are you messing with him? 'Cause like, I could totally help you fu— screw with him."

Kit picked up a block and set it on top of another, but it toppled over and fell on his foot.

"Aw bummer."

Kit looked at him and immediately his eyes filled with tears and he wailed.

Blaine felt all the color drain from his face. "Oh no! Kurt?" He scrubbed his hands through his hair. "Think, Blaine. What did the book say?" He thought about what he did when Tina cried (which could be a lot) and how he would just cuddle her. "Okay." He rubbed his hands together. "Here goes." Picking the boy up caused him to stop crying momentarily, but he just looked at Blaine's hopeful face and started crying again. "Uh, oh god." He held him up and then remembered how Kurt had held him. He mimicked it, hugging the child close to his body. Kit's little hands grabbed for his neck and he buried his face in Blaine's shirt, still sobbing. "Okay. Um, rocking! The book said to rock." He swung his body back and forth, but it didn't seem to help. Great, Kurt was going to come and snatch the child away, kick him out, and never see him again. Then he remembered his gift. "Oh! You like it when Kurt sings! I sing. Okay, let's see… I don't know any lullabies very well. My parents never sang them to me, but lucky for you I know lots of songs." He thought momentarily, then slowed down, swaying them gently and singing.

"May you have auspiciousness and causes of success. May you have the confidence to always do your best. May you take no effort in your being generous. Sharing what you can, nothing more, nothing less. May you know the meaning of the word, happiness. May you always lead from the beating in your chest. May you be treated like an esteemed guest. May you get to rest, may you catch your breath." He looked down and Kit was still sniffling, but the tears had slowed down and he was listening. It was working! Blaine smiled at him. "Oh, may the best of your todays be the worst of your tomorrows. Whoa-oh. Oh, may the road less paved be the road that you follow. Oh-oh. Well, here's to the hearts that you're gonna break. Here's to the lives that you're gonna change. Here's to the infinite possible ways to love you. I want you to have it. Here's to the good times we're gonna have. You don't need money, you got free pass. Here's to the fact that I'll be sad without you. I want you to have it all."

He glanced down and the smile that broke through on Kit's face made something ache in his chest. He remembered his little baby doll from his childhood, one eye permanently stuck up and face dirty, but he loved it. He used to whisper secrets to it, things he didn't want anyone else to know.

"Here's a secret for you, Kit." He leaned over until he was next to Kit's ear. "I really like your daddy, so do me a solid and sleep reeeally good next time I come over, 'kay? Like no matter what you hear." He grinned at the boy. "You're pretty cool too."

Kit giggled and tried to pull his hair. Blaine turned around and was startled by Kurt standing in the doorway. He had a hand to his heart and his camera pointed at him and the child. Blaine was immediately embarrassed and held Kit out to him.

"Uh, here. He kind of hurt himself or scared himself? I don't know." He shrugged and gave Kit back to Kurt. He felt colder and rubbed at his arms. "So, I have to go. I have to work at the bar tonight."

Kurt nodded. "Okay. We will walk you out."

They stopped for his helmet and followed him out to his bike which Kit pointed and squealed at.

"He can touch it," Blaine said fondly as Kurt let him touch the seat.

"Thanks for coming to visit," Kurt said, standing up and hitching Kit up in his arms.

"Thanks for inviting me," Blaine said. "I guess I'll see you Monday? Unless you want to hang out tomorrow?"

Kurt looked regretful. "I'm having dinner with some friends tomorrow. But yes, Monday afternoon."

Blaine nodded and his eyes drifted down to Kurt's lips. "Can I kiss you?"

Kurt nodded and he did, attempting to keep it family friendly since they were in Kurt's driveway while he was holding a child. It still made his heart race though, and he never really wanted it to end.

He climbed onto his bike and was putting his helmet on when Kit started to cry. "Towah! Towah!" He reached his little hands towards Blaine.

"You think he wants to see my tattoos again?"

"I guess," Kurt said with a shrug. "Kit, he needs to go."

"He can see," Blaine said and pulled his arm from his jacket. Kit touched the tattoo and Blaine winked at him. "You know what's up, little guy. These things drive the boys… or girls… or both… absolutely crazy. Just ask your da—" His voice choked off at the withering look Kurt was aiming his way. "I should get going. Bye little man." He held his fist up and tapped it to Kit's hand. He mustered his most charming smile for Kurt. "I'll see you Monday."

Kurt's frown melted and he fought a smile. "Monday." Kurt leaned over the bike and pressed a kiss to Blaine's cheek and then stepped back. Blaine slapped his helmet on and started his bike. Kit squealed in delight and clapped. As they waved him away, a new melody began to weave itself together in his mind.

Songs used

Have It All- Jason Mraz*

What do we think about Sebastian? ;) wonder what he's going to get up to...