Happy Saturday, my darlings.

I'm so, so happy with how warm and kind you've all been after the first chapter. I'm having a lot of fun with this story, and enjoying the process immensely, so I can't wait for all of you to get to see what I've been working on.

There wouldn't be a new update without Christine, who always makes sure my typos and grammatical errors are gone. Thank you for always making me look good

And thanks again to Sofi, for the five minute voice notes and endless hugs.

Hope you'll like the second chapter ;)


Blaine couldn't remember the last time he had stayed up all night just talking to someone. It had probably been almost two decades ago, when he and Tina would sleep over at each other's places and just talk about their dreams and their fears until they fell asleep, the sun hinting its arrival in the horizon.

Kurt had to be one of the most interesting guys he had ever met. He was witty and smart, and his dry sarcasm had Blaine laughing into his cup of coffee. They were surprised when they realized they had similar interests, and spent half of Kurt's shift just discussing their favorite Broadway musicals.

It turned out that Kurt wasn't just a chorus boy waiter, but also an intern at Vogue and a student at NYADA. Blaine was in awe of him, and he couldn't hide it.

"What?" Kurt said, smile slowly tugging at his lips, when Blaine failed to say anything for a little longer than normal and just continued to stare at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's just..." Blaine shook his head. "You're really something."

And he was. It had been a very long time since Blaine had felt so comfortable and so captivated with another man. Part of him was telling him to just go home already and stop being a creep, but the rest of him just wanted to stay.

This doesn't have to mean anything. I can just enjoy a nice conversation with a nice guy...

An incredibly stunning nice guy who kinda takes my breath away?

And who's probably at least fifteen years younger than me.

Shaking his head again, this time not in disbelief but in a bit of disapproval directed at himself, Blaine took a sip of coffee hoping it would help him clear his mind. But this was his third cup, and he was starting to think it was pointless.

Kurt leaned a bit against the table. The diner was deserted, most of his coworkers were keeping busy somewhere else or just killing time until the end of their shifts. Their conversation had only been interrupted twice since Kurt had joined him, once because of a customer arriving in his section, once because they needed his help in the kitchen, but Kurt had returned as soon as he was free again. Blaine didn't allow himself to think about why.

"So, enough about me and my boring life," he said, resting his cheek on his hand. He looked tired, and he had already tried to hide his yawns at least four times. "What about you? What do you do?"

"I wouldn't say it's a boring life," Blaine retorted. "You sound pretty interesting to me..."

Kurt rolled his eyes, his pale cheeks coloring slightly at the compliment, but didn't say anything, clearly waiting for Blaine to reply to his questions.

Blaine didn't know what to say. If Kurt thought his life was boring, what would he think about Blaine's? He wasn't particularly eager to talk about Cooper or tell him he worked in the entertainment industry. Kurt didn't strike him as the kind of guy who would try to take advantage of that, but Blaine had been burnt before, and he'd become very cautious since then. It was hard to figure out who was truly interested in him and who was pretending to be just to get something out of it.

"I'm a personal assistant," Blaine replied at last. It was an honest answer, even if it was oversimplifying what he truly was. But for one night, he wanted to exist without being constantly in Cooper's shadow. For one night, he wanted to stand on his own two feet, be his own person, allow someone else to see him for who he was and not who his brother was. For one night, he wanted to pretend he had always been free to choose who to be, where to go and what to do.

"That sounds very time-consuming," Kurt commented.

"It can be," Blaine said, with a quick shrug. "I'm used to it, though. I've been doing it for a long time now."

"Do you at least like your boss?" Kurt asked, looking genuinely concerned, as if he didn't want Blaine working for a total asshole.

Blaine chuckled. "Oh, I do. Most of the time, at least. When he's not being a conceited idiot, for sure."

Kurt smiled. It was a soft-looking smile that started very slow, gently pulling at the corners of his mouth. It was kind of a mesmerizing sight. "I'm glad. My boss at Vogue, Isabelle, is amazing. I appreciate her so much, she's truly taken me under her wing. And I appreciate her even more when I have a shift here and I have to deal with Gunther. But alas, it isn't a paid internship, so I have to suck it up and do my best."

"Well, if Isabelle took you under her wing, it means she saw something in you that was promising," Blaine said thoughtfully. "Maybe it won't be an unpaid internship much longer."

Kurt bit his lip and he suddenly looked troubled.

"Oh." Blaine exhaled, worried. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no, not at all," Kurt told him at once, and he reached to touch the back of Blaine's hand in a gesture of reassurance. It was just a brush of fingertips that left Blaine feeling unfairly electrified. "I've just been really torn about what I want to do, you know? I spent all my life hoping to be on stage, and now that I've been working in fashion... I think I love it just as much, if not more."

"Well, who says you can't do both?" Blaine said and didn't allow his hand to move across the table to chase Kurt's. "And who says there's a timeline to figure it out? The good thing is that you get to taste a bit of both worlds, with NYADA and Vogue. I'm sure you'll know, when the time comes. But in the meantime, you're gathering experience, learning... and sometimes different passions can coexist. You just need to be patient with yourself."

The smile kept tugging at the corners of Kurt's lips. "Well, aren't you wise. I guess part of me feels like I need to make a decision at once, as if I'm just wasting time doing both. So thank you. I think I needed to hear that."

"You're very welcome. And thanks for making me feel old by calling me wise," Blaine said with a quick laugh.

Kurt arched an eyebrow. "Old? Please. What are you? Thirty?"

Blaine scrunched his nose. For a moment, he wanted to say yes, to take a few years off his shoulders, to feel like the abyss between them wasn't quite as deep as he thought it was. He wanted to be younger, maybe around Kurt's age, so he could have a chance with a guy as amazing as he was.

But he didn't want to lie. It wasn't okay.

"Thirty seven," he said, albeit a bit reluctantly. He saw the slight shock in Kurt's eyes. "I'm going to take that as a compliment," he added.

"Oh, please do," Kurt said. "You really don't look thirty seven."

"Well, age is just a number, they say." Blaine wanted to ask him, but at the same time he was afraid to. "How old are you?"

Again, Kurt bit his lip, and Blaine wished he would stop doing that. He was sure Kurt didn't realize just how enticing he looked when he did it. "Twenty."

Blaine tried not to show his disappointment. Seventeen years was a big difference. Not that he was expecting anything from Kurt, or that he thought anything could happen between them, but... it was truly upsetting that the first guy who made him feel something in a very long time was so much younger.

Blaine wasn't that kind of guy. He didn't want to be.

"See?" Blaine said, trying to sound encouraging and not as downhearted as he did. "Twenty. You have plenty of time to figure out what you want. It's never too late."

"So when did you figure out what you wanted?" Kurt asked, maybe trying to change the subject, hoping it would be to something lighter, not knowing it wasn't quite as easy with Blaine.

Blaine tried to smile, but instead looked down at his half-empty cup of coffee when he realized he would fail. He didn't know what to say.

Was it: I figured it out when I was a teenager but then everyone used me until everything I loved and felt passionate about became something I dreaded?

Was it: I think it might actually be too late for me?

Was it: I think I'm figuring it out right now, at this table, looking at you?

It felt so scary, to think like that.

Once again, Kurt's fingertips brushed the back of Blaine's hand, startling him a bit, gone too soon, Kurt looking a little guilty when Blaine glanced up at him. "I'm sorry. I'm really screwing things up, aren't I?"

"Oh, no," Blaine said at once. "Please, you're not screwing anything up."

There was a twinkle in Kurt's blue eyes that made it impossible for Blaine to look away. "Are you sure? Not even your pants? I did spill coffee on them earlier tonight."

Blaine chuckled quietly, and there was an ache in his chest he couldn't recall feeling before. "Well, okay. Maybe my pants."

That lethal, sweet smile was back on Kurt's face. "I guess I should find a way to make it up to you, then. Wait here."

He was up and walking away from the table before Blaine could even try to ask him what he meant. For a moment, Blaine considered using this as an opportunity to leave. He could just get out of the diner and stop being such an idiot, stop making a fool out of himself, stop pretending there was something here that couldn't be.

But he didn't want to leave. He felt as if he was glued to his seat.

He so rarely allowed himself to do something he wanted. He so rarely felt free. He so rarely met people who made him want to stay.

Kurt returned a couple of minutes later, a large piece of cheesecake on a plate and two forks. He offered one to Blaine. "I think we both deserve to indulge a little tonight."

Blaine smiled and accepted the fork.

He stayed.


The diner began to slowly come alive after five. A few sleepy costumers trailed in, clearly needing a caffeine boost before heading to their early morning jobs. Kurt had to excuse himself and walk away from a deeply riveting argument about why bagels were better than cronuts. Blaine was adorably wrong.

"Cronuts are a combination of two wonderful things that shouldn't coexist and yet it totally works," Blaine had insisted, and Kurt loved that he got so involved and became so passionate even when they were just talking for the sake of talking, filling the time and, in Kurt's case, holding onto any excuse he could just so that Blaine would stay a little longer.

It was just so nice and refreshing, talking to him.

And he was so unfairly attractive.

"Bagels are versatile! They can be breakfast or lunch, and if you're really creative and on a student budget, they can also be dinner," Kurt said cheekily. "Plus New York bagels are just superior in every way. There has to be something in the water."

They had continued in that fashion for at least half an hour until the first customers began to arrive, neither willing to admit who was wrong (clearly Blaine) and who was right (clearly Kurt). Kurt had to bite back a groan of disappointment when he saw he actually had to leave the table and get back to work.

As he took orders and filled coffee cups, Kurt kept glancing back at the table, where Blaine was keeping himself entertained with his phone. He didn't look thirty seven, though Kurt could see a few grey hairs at his temples. He was youthful and gorgeous, funny and smart, and Kurt wished there wasn't such a huge age difference between them. Blaine was perfect in every way, and it would have been great asking him out, finally finding someone who was interesting and kind, sexy and sweet, who made him laugh and blush, who ignited a little flame deep in his belly…

Maybe Kurt just needed to get laid.

And oh, okay. He so didn't need to be thinking about that right now. That one simple thought made very hot images flash behind his eyelids, and he should not have been wondering what Blaine looked like when he was having an orgasm…

But he had stayed, hadn't he? Why would he stay at this lousy diner all night if not for Kurt? He had to at least find him mildly attractive, right?

Kurt didn't want to even entertain the idea. He should have just been grateful that Blaine had stuck around and made his endless night shift tolerable with his company. Kurt had stopped thinking about his bed hours ago.

Well, at least he had stopped thinking about getting to his bed to sleep in it…

When the end of Kurt's shift finally came, he gathered his coat and bag from the backroom and went back to Blaine's table. He looked up at him with a gentle smile.

"Well, look at that, you got through your shift in one piece," Blaine said.

Kurt smiled back at him. "I did. Thanks for keeping me company, that really helped."

"Oh, please. It was my pleasure." Blaine fished his wallet out of his pocket. "Keep the change."

"No, you don't have to…" Kurt said at once, not taking the money. "It's on me. As a way to repay your kindness. And since I ruined your pants…"

Blaine chuckled and rolled his eyes, but put the wallet away. "Okay, fine. Thank you so much." He got up and put his coat on.

Without saying anything, they both walked out of the diner together. They looked up and blinked slowly at the suddenly clear sky, the sun rising somewhere behind the tall buildings all around them. It was a slightly chilly morning. Kurt wished he had remembered to grab a scarf before leaving the loft.

He glanced at Blaine to say goodbye and found the words were stuck in his throat. Should he ask him for his number? Should he say anything? What were the odds of running into him again? Kurt knew it was probably insane. What would a proper adult like Blaine want with a college guy like him who still had no idea what he wanted to do with his life? He seemed so put together, so elegant in comparison. Maybe Blaine found him entertaining for one night of random conversation at a random diner, but surely he wouldn't want to see Kurt again…

There was a bashful smile on Blaine's face, and it was clear by the look in his eyes that he was hesitating, but he finally took a deep breath and said: "Can I walk you home?"

Kurt tried to ignore the pleasant sensation that coursed through him. Maybe it wasn't so insane after all, to want a little more… "Well, I live in Bushwick, so even if I hadn't just been on my feet for almost twenty two hours now, I wouldn't walk all the way there," he said and Blaine chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up a little, clearly feeling a little out of his depth. "But you can walk me to the subway, if you want?"

It was too cute, the way Blaine's face lit up at that. "Of course."

Even though they had talked non-stop all night, now they were perfectly silent, walking side by side, careful not to bump against each other and pointedly ignoring the sudden and odd tension that seemed to be growing between them. Kurt stuck his hands in his pockets and Blaine bit his lip and they just walked and walked, and didn't look at each other, and didn't touch each other, and didn't say any of the million things that were, at least, coursing through Kurt's mind.

It shouldn't have felt so monumental, walking to the subway with a near stranger that he was sure never to see again.

Once they reached the subway entrance, they both paused. There was a voice in the back of Kurt's head that sounded scarily similar to Santana's, telling him he was being a coward and an idiot, and that he could do with a bit more adventure in his life.

"Well, I…" Kurt began to say, pointing at the stairs that would take him down to the station, into his train, all the way home, and away from Blaine.

"I should…" Blaine muttered at the same time, pointing over his shoulder at the street that would surely take him home, wherever that was, and away from Kurt.

They both stopped talking at the same time, and Kurt could feel his cheeks heating up, could feel the blush building, could feel the tips of his fingers tingling. Maybe he was going to have a stroke.

Blaine ran his hand through his hair again, messing it up even more, and when he looked up at Kurt, his eyes seemed a little golden in the pale morning light. He was so stunning it made Kurt ache deep down in his bones.

Before he knew what he was doing, Kurt took a step forward, closing the distance between them a little, until he could almost smell the scent of Blaine's shampoo and laundry detergent (both shockingly floral and extremely nice), and he pressed a hand to his shoulder, pretending his fingers weren't shaking a bit as they settled on the soft fabric of his jacket.

"I'm sorry, I…" Kurt murmured, and he knew his eyes were a little wide. He parted his lips, and his mouth felt dry. Everything in him was completely unsettled. "I want to… can I…"

It was instant, the way Blaine's breath seemed to quicken, his chest rising and falling, rising and falling. His eyes went down to Kurt's lips for just a second, but it was enough for Kurt to read the evident need and desire in them.

His hand shifted from Blaine's shoulder to his cheek, cupping his face carefully, giving him all the time in the world to pull away if necessary. His thumb slowly brushed over the hair at his temples, where the grey hairs were a bit more evident.

He felt that if he didn't kiss him now, he would die.

He leaned in gradually, eyes moving from Blaine's down to his lips and back again, checking for any signs that he might not want this, that he might not feel this same magnetic pull that Kurt was feeling. But Blaine held his breath and waited, looking almost bewildered by what was happening, until Kurt finally pressed his lips to his, chastely at first, and Blaine's hands flew to his waist, holding him so tightly it made Kurt a bit dizzy.

Mouths parting as if in sweet surprise, the kiss grew a bit more intense but just as careful, testing and tasting each other. It had to be the most intoxicating experience in Kurt's life, who had never been a fan of public displays, but was now seriously considering pushing Blaine against the first available surface he could find just to feel his hard, wonderful body against his own.

He felt as if he were on fire.

But he honestly didn't mind burning.


As they had walked away from the diner, Blaine's head had been filled with a constant buzz, dread growing inside of him, some kind of fear he had never felt before. Every step towards the subway station had made him feel like his feet were trapped in heavy rock and lead, and he had just wanted to stop, stop and catch his breath, stop and think, stop and find a way to ask Kurt...

Ask Kurt, what?

He hadn't known. He couldn't know. Everything felt stupid and complicated. Kurt was twenty years old, and just because he was kind and funny and mind-blowingly attractive it didn't mean Blaine had to try anything. It didn't mean Blaine had the right to say anything.

But all his life Blaine had been careful, had been taught to do what was proper and right, to follow directions, to silence his heart, to be logical, to put Cooper's and his father's needs and wishes before his own. And now he had woken up and realized that his own life had been lived by other people's standards, by other people's intentions, and that he was completely and painfully alone because of it. That he was stuck. That he had never felt adventurous and free – until he sat at a diner table and talked to a man who sent his heart into a frenzy.

And wasn't this the time to be adventurous? While he was still somewhat young?

As soon as Kurt had kissed him, the buzzing in his head had stopped. The world around him stilled. Everything ceased to exist, but Kurt – his hand on his face, his mouth on his, his nose pressed right alongside Blaine's, his waist in Blaine's hands fitting there like it had always meant to be gripped just like this…

Blaine wanted to allow himself to have this, just once, before it went away again, before he had to walk back into the life he had always had, before he had to stop being his own priority.

And Kurt had kissed him. Couldn't he allow himself to feel this, just once, if Kurt seemed to want him at least half as much as Blaine wanted him?

They didn't pull away until the lack of air in their lungs forced them to, gasping almost desperately into each other's mouths. Sometime during the kiss, Blaine's fingers had taken a hold of Kurt's coat, and Kurt's hand had made its way to the back of Blaine's neck as if to keep him close.

It was all so very intense, so very wonderful.

Early morning New Yorkers moved around them in and out of the subway station, paying them absolutely no attention. Blaine's heart was thumping so hard against his chest, he was surprised no one else could hear it.

Kurt's pale cheeks had tinged pink and his lips were almost cherry red, a bit glistening from their kiss.

Blaine had known as soon as he had seen him last night, but now he thought it again, more certain than ever, absolutely struck by it: Kurt was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

He wanted to say something, do something, be as daring and brave as Kurt had been by kissing him, but he felt slow and dumb, like he was still trying to catch his breath.

Kurt looked away and down, suddenly bashful. "I'm sorry. I hope that was..."

Blaine's fingers, still gripping his waist and his coat for dear life, tightened a bit more. "It was."

Kurt let out a quick, almost delighted chuckle. "Good. I thought maybe I had made it all up in my head."

"You didn't," Blaine reassured him at once. Kurt lifted his hands and started to fix Blaine's hair, which made him scrunch his nose. "I look like a mess, don't I?"

"Not at all," Kurt muttered, brushing his curls back in place, so tenderly that it made Blaine's chest ache. When he was done, he bit his lip, doubt swirling in his bright blue eyes. "I kind of don't want to go home now."

Blaine couldn't contain the smile that bloomed on his face. "I kind of don't want you to go, either. But aren't you tired?"

"No," Kurt replied, looking more awake than he had looked the entire night. "I'm not tired anymore."

Blaine's breath caught in his throat at the look on Kurt's face – suddenly it seemed as if his eyes had darkened and his voice had become a little raspy. He felt the arousal growing deep down in his belly.

Without realizing what he was doing, Blaine tugged a bit on him, getting him closer. He could feel the heat of his body. "What do you want, Kurt?" He asked, in a low voice.

Kurt's gaze flickered between Blaine's eyes and lips a couple of times. "I... I want to go to your house," he said. His confidence seemed to waver a bit after he said that, as if afraid he would be rejected. "Is that... is that too forward?"

Blaine tilted his head to catch Kurt's lips with his own and kissed him with all the desire and all the growing despair he had started to feel. Kurt clung to him, hands pressed to his shoulders, their chests almost glued together, and once again they didn't care that they were standing in the middle of a busy Manhattan sidewalk.

"Not at all," Blaine whispered when they parted, the words spoken right into Kurt's eager mouth. He reluctantly pulled away, otherwise they would just stay here and kiss endlessly. He offered his hand to Kurt, and now he was the one who was scared to be rejected.

Adventure, he thought. What a scary, vulnerable thing.

But there was no reason to be scared, not right now. Rejection wasn't even an option.

Kurt took his hand at once, fingers slotting perfectly between his. His smile was shy but still a bit avid. "Lead the way," he said.

Blaine held his hand and led the way.


Somehow, Kurt had expected the walk would cool his urgency a bit and make him realize this was a bit insane, but, if anything, it only made it grow. He couldn't believe he had been so forward as to ask Blaine to go to his place. Kurt Hummel never put out on the first date – and what he and Blaine had shared that night certainly couldn't even be called a proper date.

But his entire body seemed to be sizzling. He had never experimented this kind of pull towards anyone and it was so hard to be reasonable when all he could think about was how Blaine's skin would feel under his hands and lips.

Something incredibly primal had been awoken inside of him, and Kurt felt so out of his element and yet so ready to discover what was next at the same time.

Blaine lived in a gorgeous neighborhood, and if he hadn't been preoccupied, he would have looked around in awe and maybe with a little jealousy that Blaine got to come home to this lovely tree-lined street filled with brownstones, and he had to take a 45 minute train ride to Bushwick, always with a pepper spray ready if he got home after it was dark. But as soon as Blaine got the front door opened, Kurt forgot all about their very opposing living situations.

With the door closed and the rest of the world outside, Blaine turned around and kissed him again, needy and earnest. Kurt dropped his bag on the floor and threw his arms around him, pulling him close, cursing the layers of clothing between them and wondering how he had become such a honry creature. There was nothing left of the baby penguin he had been back in high school.

Kurt wasn't a prude, not really. He enjoyed sex as much as the next guy. But he had always liked romance even more. He had always needed a deep personal connection with the other guy in order to get naked with him. He needed to trust the other person with his body, with the most vulnerable bits of him, to feel safe and comfortable, to truly give in to the pleasure. That was why this was taking him by surprise, because it was nothing like him. He had never had the urge to rip some other man's clothes and get dirty, not like this, not with a near stranger.

There was just something about Blaine, something that set fire to his very soul.

The doorknob was starting to dig painfully into the small of Kurt's back, so he reluctantly ended the kiss, his hands pressed against Blaine's chest to gently push him off a few inches. It was amazing how truly debauched the other man looked already, the black in his eyes had already swallowed the gold, nothing but arousal and sheer want in them.

It made Kurt feel powerful and sexy and seen in a way he had never felt before.

"Something wrong?" Blaine asked, a little breathlessly, frowning in concern.

Kurt hurried to reassure him by pressing a kiss to the edge of his jaw. "Nothing at all. I was just wondering if we could move somewhere else that's more comfortable?"

It wasn't fair that Blaine smiled and Kurt's knees decided to turn into jelly. "Of course," he said, and he grabbed Kurt's hand again.

Some other time, Kurt would have loved a tour of Blaine's house, because it seemed exquisite. But right now he couldn't care less where he lived and if he knew how to choose a pattern that worked for the living room or not. He just cared about not tripping in his haste to follow Blaine up the stairs and into a very luminous master-bedroom, where his eyes immediately went to the huge king size bed.

Blaine guided him to the bed and they sat on the edge, knees bumping as they turned to face each other. He cupped Kurt's cheek in his hand so, so carefully, as if he was handling a precious crystal figurine. "We don't really have to do anything, you know?" He said, thumb outlining Kurt's cheekbone. "I could make some more coffee. We could talk. We could…"

The idea of not getting to touch Blaine made Kurt feel such despair that he felt as if he was drowning. The idea of not feeling Blaine all over him seemed completely unacceptable right now.

But he also didn't want to throw himself at Blaine if that wasn't what Blaine wanted.

"You don't want to…?" Kurt murmured, unsure, in a small voice, not really looking at Blaine, but at the collar of his jacket.

He would be completely mortified if he had completely misread the situation.

Blaine tilted his head up so he could capture his mouth with his, and he kissed him deep and a little dirty, his tongue slipping into Kurt's mouth to brush against his own, leaving Kurt desperate for more when he parted and said: "Trust me. I really, really want it."

If he hadn't been so turned on, Kurt would have been embarrassed of the pathetic little whine that came out of him as he grabbed at Blaine's clothes. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please."

Blaine groaned, like he couldn't help it, and only said: "Yes."

It had to be some kind of record, the speed at which they tore their clothes off each other until there was a messy pile on the hardwood floor and they were quickly lowering onto Blaine's bed in nothing but their underwear as they kissed.

Blaine didn't waste a single second before he started kissing Kurt's neck, his collarbones, the center of his chest. "Shit, Kurt. You're so stunning."

Kurt could once again feel the blush growing but he didn't even care this time. He looked down as Blaine kissed him, and his vision was filled by the increasingly messy head, the bow of his back, and his ass covered in navy blue boxers. "You're not so bad yourself," he said.

Blaine chuckled before he flicked his tongue around Kurt's nipple. "Thank you."

Kurt gasped and his hand made its way to the back of Blaine's head, holding him there. "Do that again."

Blaine was more than happy to comply, licking his nipple again and again before moving to the other one to give it equal attention. Kurt had already turned into a writhing mess under him, and he was so hard it was becoming painful.

Luckily, it looked like Blaine was feeling the same urgency, because soon he was removing his mouth from Kurt's chest and sitting up to reach the nightstand and pull condoms and lube from the drawer. Kurt, his head turned to the side on the pillow, caught the quick sight of a dark purple vibrator before Blaine closed the drawer again, and just the idea of Blaine using it on himself put him even more on edge. If Blaine didn't hurry, he was going to come embarrassingly fast as soon as he touched him.

Kurt sat up and hooked his thumbs on the waistband of Blaine's boxers, arching an eyebrow in question. Blaine nodded immediately and raised a little on his strong, delicious-looking thighs so Kurt could remove the offending item of clothing. His cock bobbed free against his stomach and Kurt couldn't help looking at it almost greedily. He didn't know what was happening with him – he had never felt like this during sex before. He had never felt this heat, this want, this need to touch someone else.

Blaine watched him with dark eyes as Kurt pressed a hand to his chest and let it run down his body. Blaine obviously exercised and took care of himself, because his muscles were defined and his stomach taut. He was smaller in frame than Kurt, compact, and Kurt wanted to wrap his arms around him and pull him close, envelop him completely.

His hand continued to trail down, only pausing long enough to run his fingers through the dark hair in Blaine's chest, before he finally reached his cock, hard and curved, slightly shorter than his own but thicker. Kurt's mouth watered.

"Kurt…" Blaine moaned, biting his lip, as Kurt's fingers touched him, feather-light.

Kurt, who wasn't a big babbler during sex, who was always coy and sometimes ashamed to say what he wanted, who felt awkward getting naked with someone new, looked right into Blaine's eyes and said: "I want you in me now."

"Fuck," Blaine grunted, and Kurt had the feeling Blaine wasn't the kind of guy who cursed like this anywhere but in the bedroom, which made it even hotter. He leaned in and kissed Kurt, like he just couldn't stop doing that. "Lie down."

Kurt got comfortable against the pillows and let Blaine take his underwear off. The way Blaine was looking at Kurt's body sent a pang of arousal through him, but it also made him feel a bit proud, like he had done something right. He didn't feel like covering himself or hiding under the blankets. He liked that Blaine looked at him.

But there wasn't time to simply admire each other when they were so painfully hard and far gone now. It felt as if the entire night had been one long, tantalizing foreplay, and now they didn't want to waste another second. Blaine coated his fingers with lube and Kurt parted his legs for him, and everything was too much, too fast. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall, ready to soar.

What he didn't like was being alone on that cliff, so he wrapped an arm around Blaine's shoulders and pulled him down until he was crowding him against the mattress, until he could press their lips together and gasp into his mouth when Blaine slowly, torturously slowly, slipped the first finger in.

"Like that?" Blaine asked in a whisper, as if he was telling a secret.

"Faster," Kurt replied, letting his head fall back. "More."

It didn't take long before Blaine had three fingers in, curved just right, stroking Kurt's prostate and making him let out low, desperate mewls. They didn't stop kissing, and when they did, it was only long enough for Blaine to ask him if what he was doing was okay, if he needed more time, if he liked it like that.

One thing was certain – Blaine was a very attentive lover.

Kurt wanted this to stretch out forever, but he wasn't sure they could keep going like this. He could feel the orgasm building down in his belly already, making him curl his toes against the bed, and he didn't want it to end like this. He wanted more. He wanted everything.

Finally, Blaine pulled away and rolled the condom on himself, and Kurt watched him as he stroke himself a couple of times with fingers glistening with lube. He was feeling a kind of hunger he wasn't able to describe right now, that he had never felt before, that seemed to, ironically, eat at him from the inside out.

How could he want someone he barely knew this much?

Every logical thought left his head as soon as Blaine lined himself up at Kurt's entrance and began to gently push inside. Kurt threw his head back and moaned as he wrapped his legs around Blaine, trying to get him deeper, trying to get him right where he needed him.

Blaine faltered and almost fell fully on top of him, managing to catch himself at the last possible second as not to crush him. "Patience, patience," he reminded Kurt with gritted teeth, and it was obvious he was holding back.

Kurt didn't want him to hold back. "Just fuck me. Please, fuck me."

Blaine finally let go and snapped his hips forward, making Kurt cry out. They held onto each other and Blaine fucked him hard and fast, mercilessly, the headboard hitting the wall, the slapping of their skin and their breathless panting the only sounds in the house. Kurt knew he wasn't going to last, and by the look on Blaine's face, he guessed he was just as close.

When he was still a teenager who hadn't even been kissed for the first time, Kurt had only ever wanted romance. He didn't want dirty sex, he wanted to make love. He had thought the touch of the fingertips was as sexy as it would get.

How wrong he had been.

Being with Blaine like this made him feel free and wild in a way he had never experienced before. It was like the whole world was opening up to him. He had never let go and let himself feel pleasure like this, giving in to his urges, to his needs...

Blaine grabbed at Kurt's legs and hooked them on his arms to spread them even more and get a better angle. Kurt, biting his lip, arched an eyebrow playfully at him and hooked them on his shoulders instead. He was flexible. Thank you, yoga and pilates.

Groaning, Blaine began to fuck even harder. "You're so hot... I don't think I can last."

The new angle hit the perfect spot inside of Kurt, who let out a long, keening moan. "Don't stop. I'm so close..."

They were both so lost in their own pleasure, in the feeling of the other's skin sticking to their own with sweat, in kissing whatever spot they could reach, that neither noticed who started coming first. Kurt spilled all over his own stomach and Blaine's chest, cock untouched, while Blaine kept fucking into him, his pace more and more sloppy, more and more erratic, until all that was left was the stillness of the aftermath.

It took a long time for their breathing to go back to normal, for Kurt's heart to stop beating so hard it seemed as if it was getting ready to break right through his chest. He began to feel his legs cramping and dropped them. Blaine had collapsed half on top of him and was catching his breath against Kurt's shoulder.

"Am I dead?" Blaine mumbled, and Kurt snorted because he was too weak to laugh properly. "I think you killed me."

Kurt ran a lazy hand down Blaine's back and let it settle over his ass. "You feel pretty alive to me. Let me breathe for ten minutes and we can go for round two and I'll prove it to you."

Blaine did laugh and bit the curve of Kurt's shoulder playfully. "You forget I'm an old man. I don't think I can go for round two so soon." He lifted himself enough to look Kurt right in the eyes. He was flushed and smiling, and he looked just as young as Kurt right then. "But that was... amazing."

Kurt hummed happily. "Yeah, it really was." He yawned and couldn't even lift his hand to cover his mouth. All the exhaustion from the past twenty four hours seemed to be catching up with him. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, you're tired," Blaine said, and he brushed his fingers through Kurt's hair tenderly. "Let me clean you up and then you can sleep, alright?"

"Mmkay," Kurt murmured, yawning again.

He was asleep only a couple of seconds later.


There was an insistent, annoying little buzzing somewhere. Blaine blinked his eyes opened and found he was slotted against Kurt's back, who was sleeping peacefully, his hand holding Blaine's against his stomach. They were still naked, and Blaine's body was clearly ready to react to waking up next to a gorgeous naked guy, but he ignored it in favor of trying to figure out what that sounds was.

It took a while for his sleep-deprived brain to figure out it was a cellphone.

Careful not to wake Kurt up, Blaine peeled himself away reluctantly, until he could reach for his clothes. He had to untangle his jacket from Kurt's pants in order to get to his phone, which had since stopped buzzing, but once he managed to get it out of the pocket, he found that there were over a dozen missed calls and texts from Cooper.

"Shit," he said under his breath.

It was noon already, and it was very unusual for Blaine not to pick up his phone whenever his brother called him, so he wasn't surprised that Cooper had gone a bit crazy trying to contact him. He wouldn't put it past his brother to even call the police if he didn't return his calls soon.

Even though there was nothing he wanted more than to curl up against Kurt again and go back to sleep, Blaine sat up, fished his boxers out of the pile of clothes and made his way out of his bedroom and down to the kitchen quietly.

He felt as if he was walking on clouds.

Before he called Cooper back, he allowed himself a moment. Blaine rarely hooked up, and when he did he was usually drunk. He didn't like casual, he didn't like one-night stands. He was an idiotic romantic at heart, which was probably stupid at this point with how much life had disappointed him. But with Kurt had felt so alive, so right...

It almost made him wish it didn't have to be a one-time thing.

Because it would be a one-time thing. There was no way he could ask Kurt out, to take this seriously, to let it be more than it was. He was seventeen years older, they were at different stages in their lives, and Kurt would probably get bored with him once the novelty of their chemistry in bed wore off...

But it had been so nice to pretend, at least for one night.

He started the coffee maker before he finally returned Cooper's call, watching how the dark, wonderful liquid began to drip into the pot as he waited for his brother, who answered on the second ring.

"Where were you? You didn't answer your phone. I thought you were dead in a ditch," Cooper said, as dramatically as ever.

"Sorry, Coop. I didn't mean to scare you. How was the event?" Blaine asked, trying to distract Cooper by making him talk about himself. It usually worked.

"It was great, so much fun. You should have come with me. And you weren't here this morning to kick out my lady friend, so I had to do it myself, and it was very awkward," Cooper said, and Blaine knew by the tone of his voice that he was pouting.

He would never grow up.

"Well, now you know how I feel when I have to do it. It's not nice, Cooper."

"But you're so good at it, and I never know what to do, I don't want them to think I'm a villain, I want them to think I'm charming and handsome and perfect..." Cooper said, and Blaine rolled his eyes. "Anyway, she left, after a while, and I thought you were going to come over to guide me through my day today, but I waited and waited and then I got so worried, I thought maybe something had happened to you, it's not like you to be late and then..."

It was hard to stop Cooper once he started talking, so Blaine ignored him and focused on the coffee instead, until there was an opening in the conversation – well, monologue, really – for him to say something.

"I'm fine. I went out last night and came home late," more like, came home this morning, "and I slept in," or rather, I fucked the most gorgeous guy I've seen in my life and then we passed out in my bed and he's still here, Cooper, and I don't want to wake him up, but maybe I should? And would it be awful or inappropriate if I sucked him off before he left? God, I'm a mess. "I'm sorry. I forgot to set an alarm. But you don't have anything urgent, so I'll stop by later, okay?"

"Okay. Do you think you could arrange a massage appointment for today? My back hurts a bit," Cooper said. "I must have slept weird."

Or maybe you're almost fifty and you still think you're a child. "Sure," Blaine replied, grabbing the notepad he had in a kitchen drawer and writing it down so he wouldn't forget. "I'll call and see what I can do. Anything..." He paused, because Kurt appeared in the kitchen doorway, fully dressed in his uniform and biting his lip sheepishly. Blaine cleared his throat. "Anything else you need now? I'll be there around four, I think. I need to stop by Tina's first."

"Didn't you see her last night?" Cooper asked, but since he didn't really care about the answer, he continued talking. "Fine. I'll see you then. Let me know about that massage!"

Blaine ended the call and dropped the phone on the kitchen island. He smiled up at Kurt, who looked so awkward and uncomfortable that Blaine felt bad for him. "Hey. Good morning. I'm sorry if I woke you up, I didn't mean to."

"Oh, no, it wasn't you," Kurt said, glancing around the kitchen curiously. "My roommates called me. They got worried because I didn't come home this morning after my shift."

"Well, now that you're up and they know you're okay, I was about to make some breakfast," Blaine said, and then glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. "Or, more like brunch, I guess. Would you like anything?"

"Don't worry about it," Kurt said immediately, smile a little strained. He can't wait to get out of here, Blaine thought. "I really need to get home. But, uhm... thank you for everything."

Blaine went around the kitchen island to where Kurt was standing. His fingers itched to reach out and touch him. He wanted to kiss him goodbye, but it looked like it was the last thing Kurt wanted.

Things always looked different in the morning, and Blaine couldn't help but wonder if Kurt was regretting what had happened, if he was uncomfortable or even creeped out.

"No need to thank me," Blaine said softly. A few minutes ago he had felt like he was walking on clouds. Now that wonderful, light sensation was gone. "Let me walk you out."

Kurt nodded and followed Blaine to the front door. Once they were there, though, they just stood, quiet and awkward, staring at each other before looking away.

"Do you want me to call you a cab?" Blaine offered, because it was the first thing he could think of.

"No, no, don't worry. I'll take the subway," Kurt said, and he smiled that weird smile again. "Well, I... should go."

A handful of hours ago they had been tangled and naked, Blaine fucking into him like his life depended on it, and now he didn't dare kiss his cheek goodbye.

Would it be weird if he said he'd had a great time? Would it make him sound like a pervert? Blaine Anderson, this is exactly why you can't sleep around. You turn into a bumbling, creepy idiot who doesn't even know what to say.

In the end, he didn't say anything, because Kurt was walking out the door and down the steps towards the sidewalk, so quickly it was a miracle he didn't trip with his own feet. Deflating, Blaine closed the door and went in search of coffee, feeling like all the wonderful things he had felt not so long ago had vanished in the blink of an eye.

If he had stayed just a couple of seconds longer staring out the door, he would have seen Kurt looking back at his place, eyes full of wonder and longing.


So, this chapter was eventful to say the least, am I right? :D

Can't wait to see what you think!

Thank you so much for reading! I'll be seeing you again next Saturday!

Love,

L.-