Blaine leans close, and tenderly brushes his lips over Kurt's. "Did you ever notice," he whispers; "In all the reviews I wrote about you, I always commented on your eyes, or your hair? You completely captivated me, you know. I love your eyes. I think I'd be happy to get lost in them forever."

He holds Kurt's face firmly, his thumbs brushing along his jaw. His eyes are searching, studying, and a small smile plays on his face as Kurt stares back, his eyes big and dark blue in the evening light. "You're breathing really hard."

"It's...You're... Sometimes you make me weak," Kurt manages to get out, and then he falls upon him, drawing him into a deep and passionate kiss.

Blaine stumbles under the force of it but he quickly rights himself, holds Kurt tight, and kisses back hard. Like the floodgates have been opened, they press close, kissing over and over, until Blaine throws his head back, and groans.

"Yes," Kurt says against his throat. "Go on."

"What the hell are you doing to me?" he groans, screwing his eyes shut. "Damn, Kurt...Bedroom. Now."

Kurt grins, his eyes dancing with delight as he takes a firm grip on Blaine's belt buckle and pulls him down the hallway. "It's better, isn't it? Already?"

"I'll let you know when we're done. Holy shit, though. You're a minx, you know that?"

"I'll keep you young."

"Funny." Blaine reaches out, grabbing Kurt and crushing him in a hard kiss full of lust and desire. He yelps when Blaine lifts him into his arms, but he holds tight around his neck and kisses back with equal fervour.

He's aware of the bedroom door being opened, and kicked shut, and then he's on the bed, with Blaine over him, biting hard just underneath his jaw as he grinds against him.

"Blaine! Did you just give me a hickey? What are you, fifteen?"

"Horny," he corrects. "Christ, Kurt, I want you so bad. Why is this so different?"

Kurt stops him, one hand on the back of his neck. "Because we've talked? Because we're more understanding of each other? We have to talk about stuff, Blaine. We have to. Always."

Blaine nods, and kisses into the hollow of his throat. The touch is so sweet and caring that it makes Kurt cry out, raising his back off the bed. "I need your hands on me," he moans, no longer afraid of speaking out. "All over me. Now."

"Patience is a virtue," Blaine whispers into his ear, making him shudder. "All in good time."

He pulls back, moving to Kurt's feet and from there, he undresses him painstakingly slowly, laughing to himself every time Kurt whines his protest. He reaches his pants, opening them, sliding them down, his fingers skimming down the outside of his thighs. He doesn't stop, moving onto his underwear and paying no attention at all to his straining erection, begging to be touched.

"Blaine! I swear..."

"Soon," he says, and then winks just to annoy him that little bit more.

Each button on Kurt's shirt is opened one by one, and then Blaine helps him to sit, peeling it from his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

"Your turn."

"Huh?"

"You're naked, I'm fully dressed, so come on, Mr Hummel...do your worst."

Kurt wants to beg for kisses, for his hands to touch him...but he also likes the game and he stands, his face just inches from Blaine's lips. "My pleasure."

He starts with his cufflinks, carefully setting them on the nightstand. Then he unbuttons the rest of his shirt but instead of ignoring his body, as Blaine had done to him, he kisses down the length of his chest before kneeling on the floor and looking up, his hands poised on his belt buckle.

Blaine reaches out, tracing a finger along the side of his jaw, his chest heaving with desire. Kurt is in no doubt of how much he is wanted and ever so slowly, he opens his belt and pulls it free. He keeps his eyes trained on Blaine throughout, and bringing one hand up he squeezes his erection.

"Fuck, Kurt..." Blaine fumbles to get his pants open but Kurt shakes his head, and gently moves his hand back to his side.

"Uh-uh, Mr Anderson. Your time will come. Patience is a virtue, remember?"

"I'm gonna fuck you into the middle of next week," Blaine growls angrily.

"Good."

Just to irritate him, Kurt peels his socks off, and kisses his feet. The growl of annoyance is entirely worth it, as is the moan of satisfaction when he finally lowers his pants and underwear in one motion.

"Thank God," Blaine sighs, then roughly pulls Kurt to his feet and into his arms, crashing their lips together. The drawn-out teasing ends abruptly in favor of seeking out each and every pleasurable place on each other's bodies.

At some point they end up back on the bed, entangled together, desperate for more. For a moment, Kurt wonders what would happen if he asked to top, but he has a feeling Blaine has never bottomed in his whole life. He also knows beyond all doubt that he wants him inside of him.

"It's...I...lube," he babbles as Blaine grinds against him. "You gotta take me, Blaine, please."

"Yes...oh fuck, yes."

He breaks away for a moment to the nightstand, and Kurt gets a clear look at him. He looks wild with lust, and totally debauched. His hair is ruffled, his lips swollen, his eyes dark. Kurt imagines he must be the same, and certainly Blaine seems turned on by this as he moves between his legs and kneels there a moment, gripping his thighs.

"You okay?"

"I'm kinda losing it," he admits with an embarrassed laugh. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

"Thank you and you know..." Kurt pauses, giving a sly grin. "You can lose it over me, if you want. I really don't mind."

Blaine shakes his head, laughing, before leaning down and kissing behind his ear. "Minx."

That one word goes right to Kurt's cock, making heat flare inside of him and he kisses Blaine hard, moaning loudly when he feels his hand moving back toward his ass. "That feels so good!"

"I haven't started yet."

"I know but holy shit I want you...please, Blaine, please."

"Hmm, I like it when you beg."

He goes back to teasing, lightly pressing his fingers there and kissing Kurt hotly, teasing with his tongue. The first time he slides a finger right inside, Kurt breaks away, clutching his hair in desperation. He pushes down onto it, as hard as he can, with a groan of satisfaction. "More."

"Yes," Blaine whispers and obliges, quickly.

Kurt can hear Blaine's breathing, ragged and harsh in his ear; he knows he's desperate, so he stills his hand and opens his legs wider. Blaine is there in an instant, pushing slowly and insistently and the deeper he goes, the more Kurt bites his lip and whimpers.

"Okay?"

"So okay," he pants. "Blaine...oh my god."

"Yeah, be loud, Kurt," he whispers. "Go on. Let me hear you."

"I feel like...like you're claiming me," he admits, raking his nails down his back. "In the best possible way."

"Yeah?" Blaine kisses his neck, down to his shoulder and then his chest. "You wanna be mine?"

"Yes I do. Oh!" he cries as Blaine starts to move quickly. "Yes, I really do."

Blaine is relentless in his pace. He is hard, fast, rough, yet tender, sweet, and kind. It's not lost on Kurt that although he feels like he's tearing open, Blaine keeps kissing him over and over, holding him close, running his hands into his hair.

"Sit up," he suddenly demands. "I need you closer."

The headboard behind him, Kurt sinks slowly down, closing his eyes in ecstasy. He feels Blaine's chest, slick with sweat, press against him as he gathers him near, one strong arm around his waist, the other holding them steady on the bed. He drives so hard, and so fast and deep that Kurt has to reach up behind him, clutching the headboard to stay in place.

Intense waves of pleasure shoot through him over and over, and that's before he's even reached his climax. Blaine seems to surround him; his hands, lips and tongue moving hotly all over his body and all the while, he keeps the same fast pace.

"Jesus!" Kurt yells, unable to hold back. "I'm gonna fucking explode."

"Go on," Blaine pants through gritted teeth. "Go on, Kurt. Come on me, I want you to."

He wraps his hand around him, encouraging him in soft whispers and then suddenly Kurt arches his back, screws his eyes shut tight, and comes harder than he ever has. "Blaine! Holy shit!"

Blaine keeps going, driving him through it and then he gives a shout of his own as his whole body goes tense. "Fuck, Kurt, yes. Yes... Kurt..."

He doesn't finish; his orgasm hits and he seems to fill Kurt up with an animalistic growl of satisfaction. Kurt rides it out, until neither of them can bear it any longer and they fall back on the bed, breathing hard as they stare up at the ceiling, exhausted.

"Damn."

Blaine glances over at Kurt, gives a soft laugh and then turns back to the ceiling, throwing his hands over his eyes. "You've ruined me," he groans. "I knew it. I knew you would. You've got me talking about feelings...cuddling...shouting your name in bed... I'm a shadow of the man I once was, and it's all your fault."

Giddy, Kurt laughs loudly. He can't help it, and Blaine doesn't seem to mind, anyway. In fact, he pulls him close and kisses into his damp hair. "You're incredible, you know that?"

"You're not too bad yourself, Mr Anderson. I had a funny feeling you'd be a talented lover. All that anger. Grr."

This time, Blaine laughs loudly and rolls on top of him, kissing him lovingly. "Grr. Come on. Let's take a bath. I feel we've earned it."

Kurt would like to just stay messy, sweaty and sticky in bed, but he can't really argue when Blaine leads him down the hall to possibly the biggest bathroom he's ever seen in his life. The tub in Blaine's own bathroom is impressive, but this one is a whole other level. Half of the room is on one level, with sinks, a shower and a toilet hidden neatly behind a screen. Then there are steps up to the second part of the room and a magnificent sunken tub, which means that the occupants can look out over the Hudson together.

"Wow," Kurt whispers as he sinks into the hot water. "You need to be careful, Blaine. Keep lavishing all this on me and I won't ever want to leave."

Blaine pulls him back between his legs and gives his shoulder a little kiss. "You'd hate living with me," is all he says, and then they are silent and still.

They stay there until the water starts to cool and Kurt shivers. Blaine helps him out, wrapping him in a thick robe and kissing his cheek, nuzzling close.

Kurt sighs happily, wrapping his arms around his neck. "You're such a gentleman. So different to when we first met."

"Uh-uh," he teases lightly. "I tried to help you up when you slipped in the snow, and you were having none of it."

"You also snapped your fingers at me for sugar."

"Oh." He frowns, thinking back. "Yeah."

"Mmmhmm. I win."

Blaine doesn't protest, just takes him back to bed, quickly changing the sheets and then curling around Kurt, who is worn out and right on the verge of sleep. "You've won me over, Blaine Anderson," he murmurs. "And I am yours."

"Good. You know, I... Oh, fuck!"

Kurt sits in alarm as Blaine jumps out of bed and pulls on a robe. "What is it?"

"My review! I forgot to write it. How did I forget? It's my job, for goodness sake. Damn. Damn...shit."

"Can you do it in the morning?"

"For it to appear in the morning edition?"

"Oh... Yeah."

"I've got like...forty minutes," he says, looking at his watch on the nightstand. "Okay. You sleep. I'll get it done and then come back to you."

"Don't do that. Type it here, next to me."

"It'll keep you awake."

"Please."

So Blaine obliges, and the last thing Kurt sees is the laptop screen illuminating Blaine's face in the dark; the shadow of stubble on his jaw, the outline of his glasses and his beautiful face, as he looks down at Kurt and smiles.

When he wakes, he's expecting Blaine to be absent but he's not. He's lying on his front, one arm resting loosely around Kurt's waist. He seems to appreciate being woken with soft kisses, if the lazy smile spreading over his face is anything to go by.

"Did you get your review done?"

"With one minute to spare," he replies without even opening his eyes.

"I thought you'd be up already, working out."

"I'm gonna work out with you in a moment."

"Um..."

"In your ass."

"Well thank you for that blunt clarification," Kurt says primly, but he's soon laughing, eagerly accepting Blaine's kisses as he enters him once more.

It's a strange feeling, to wander into your boyfriend's kitchen wearing only your underwear, to be greeted by said boyfriend dressed in his usual suit, but also two housekeeping staff. A strange feeling, and also one which angers Kurt and, after running away and returning wearing a robe, he punches Blaine hard on the arm.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"You didn't tell me you had staff!"

"I have staff."

"You should have warned me."

"Don't worry about them. They've been with me for years, they're very discreet and trust me, they were far more surprised to see you."

"It's true," one of the women trills as she walks back into the kitchen. "Mr Blaine never has a boyfriend. We all wait and wait but no. He too rude to have a boyfriend."

"Well that's true," Kurt says happily, and the second she leaves again he draws Blaine into a long kiss.

"What are your plans today?" Blaine asks, not letting go of him.

"Hmm, well, I have work at three, and a meeting with my agent at one."

"They need to find you more work."

"That's what the meeting is for."

"Tell them they're wasting your talents."

"No!"

"Then I'll come with you and tell them myself."

"You will not!" Kurt cries angrily. "Don't you dare."

"Fine, but if you don't get an audition soon then I'll be contacting them."

"You do that and I'll never speak with you again." He sits at the dining room table, all laid out for breakfast, and picks up the New York News, immediately finding Blaine's review. "You only gave Cats four out of five? It was incredible!"

Blaine shrugs, and butters some toast. "It was good, but I counted two times where the female lead was a half a beat behind the chorus. Not good enough."

"Sheesh. No wonder everyone hates you."

"They don't hate me, they respect me," Blaine corrects. "Because I'm not afraid to say what everyone else is thinking. You know what? Arthur will read that review and they'll work on her performance all goddamn day. By tonight, she'll be flawless, and she won't make such a careless mistake again."

"Have you ever been on stage? Do you know how hard it is for her to sing, dance, and act up there, remember all she's got to do, and all the time she's dressed as a fucking cat?"

"She took the role."

"You're unbelievable."

"Come out with me tonight."

"No."

"Okay, feisty. Don't come out. Come here instead and I'll order in. We can watch a movie or something.. I don't know.. Fuck, probably."

"Blaine!"

He grins and, in a very surprising move, he takes himself out of his chair and sits across Kurt's lap instead, pouting. "Please?"

"I like that option," Kurt begrudgingly admits. "But aren't you fed up with me?"

"No, so make the most of it."

"Charming. Okay, fine, I'll play your stupid game, and I'll come over after work but don't you send Roy to drive me. I can get the subway just fine."

But the car is there anyway, and after having read the gossip columns from every newspaper in town, Kurt's manager, Karl, asks a million and one questions when he sees Roy pull up outside.

"So how rich is he? You know what I once read about him? I read he cut his family out because they don't like that he isn't settled down. Your man has quite the reputation about town, it seems."

"Oh he does," Kurt says lightly as he gives the counter a final wipe down. "He's rude, arrogant, demanding and he's known for his one night stands with young actors." He takes off his apron, hangs it up and grabs his coat. "But he's my man, and I am his, and that's all that really matters."

He arrives at the penthouse full of kisses which Blaine accepts eagerly, all the while guiding him into the apartment and through to the dining table, elegantly set for two. "I thought you'd be mad at me," he says before kissing him again and again. "Because I sent the car."

"Well I had some news today, so you're let off, because I want to tell you."

"Intriguing." They sit at the table and Blaine pours wine, raising his glass in a toast. "Go on."

"My agent has got me a part. There's a show going on in three weeks, but the lead has had to quit and they need an urgent stand in. It's a lot of work, but I think I can do it. Off Broadway lead!" He claps his hands together excitedly, but Blaine doesn't miss the hesitancy in his eyes.

"What show?"

"It's um... It's a musical."

"What show, Kurt?" he asks again, his voice low.

"The uh... The Life of Riley Morton."

Blaine chokes on his wine, setting his glass hard on the table. "Is that a joke?"

"They're desperate, Blaine! And the pay is really good, and it's the lead, and I don't even have to audition!"

"You don't have to audition, because Frank Fisher is directing it, you idiotic child! He's seen an opportunity to lure you back and he's pulling out all the stops. He's so damn worried about you being with me, and worried that his sordid antics in London will get out, that he's trying to win you over with promises of a lead, and great pay... And you're falling for it!"

"Hey! I'm not a child, or an idiot! It's my life, Blaine, not yours, and you won't be the one who tells me how to live it."

"You're right, I can't," Blaine says quietly. "But I do care about you an awful lot, and I don't want you in any danger. I don't want you to take the part, Kurt, please."

Kurt stares at his wine glass, his eyes downcast. "I'm sorry, Blaine," he whispers sadly. "But I already did."