About 45 minutes later, Blaine felt confident enough with the monologue enough to let Kurt test him and happily made it through it with only one minor flub.

"Not bad," Kurt praised.

"It was so much easier in high school when almost everything I had to memorize was set to music," Blaine grumped.

"True," Kurt conceded. "Don't you feel better knowing you've got this down now though? If I hadn't made you do it you'd have been freaking out about it tomorrow."

Blaine couldn't really argue with that. "It is nice to have it off my shoulders now," he admitted.

"Good," Kurt said with a smile.

Rachel's heels clicked by on the other side of the curtain. Blaine looked in the direction of the sound, thoughtful. The familiar chords of the Funny Girl overture faded in on the speakers on Rachel's side of the loft and he knew she was starting her pre-rehearsal ritual of running lines and singing along to the soundtrack. He turned back to Kurt, smiling. "You really do… take good care of me, Kurt, in so many ways. I don't know if I say it enough, but I appreciate it."

Kurt, touched, leaned in to give his fiancé a tender kiss. Blaine relaxed into the sensation, his hand lazily brushing against Kurt's arm. Kurt was just about to pull away, but Blaine's hand tightened around his wrist and suddenly he was kissing him harder, feeling Blaine's tongue slowly tease into his mouth. He hummed to himself, pleasantly surprised to then feel a hand wandering between his legs.

Kurt pulled himself from the kiss, mouth agape as he saw Blaine looking him up and down.

"Let me take care of you now," Blaine murmured with a squeeze.

Startled, Kurt covered his hand over Blaine's to force a pause.

"I don't—it's the middle of the day!" he whispered, a twitch of his hand betraying his desire.

"So?" Blaine said, impish.

"Blaine." Kurt admonished, tipping his head in the direction of Rachel somewhere on the other side of the curtain.

"She's listening to her soundtrack. Come on, it's been like two weeks…" Blaine whispered back, hungry.

Kurt looked at his fiancé, somewhat exasperated but certainly turned on. "She's still-–the white noise machine isn't—" he sputtered, helpless.

Blaine shrugged with a satisfied smile, enjoying this. "Guess you'll just have to be really quiet then," he dismissed playfully, pushing a blushing Kurt down on the bed as he made short work of the buttons on his pants.

Some time later, Kurt was admittedly blissfully spent, lying sideways across the bed having just caught his breath again. He did, however, rally the energy to still half-heartedly scold into Blaine's ear. "You can't just do that, what if she had barged in to ask about the heating bill or something?"

"I think she's aware we're in an intimate relationship. Were you keeping that a secret?" Blaine joked.

"You know what I mean." Kurt responded, unamused.

"She'd never just come in if the curtain's closed. Plus, I sort of figured she's holding a grudge against you for punishing her earlier and wouldn't being going out of her way to talk to us anyhow."

Kurt laughed, in spite of himself.

"But besides," Blaine continued, "If I'm only living here on weekends she's got to know that if the privacy curtain's closed there's always the possibility we're… busy. She's not stupid. And anyways, she doesn't care."

"Maybe, but I just can't believe we didn't even at least turn on the white noise machine -"
"Don't you think that would draw more attention?" Blaine laughed. "If you want to keep it private we're messing around, I'm not sure that's the way to accomplish it."

Kurt sighed, shaking his head. "It's disrespectful. Or… something," he faltered.

Blaine shook his head, not phased. "Rachel doesn't care. And besides, you thought it was hot."

Kurt rolled his eyes, having no argument for that particular good point. "Well. That doesn't mean we should make a habit of it. Even if my lust for you clouds my judgment here and there, I would never want to risk making Rachel uncomfortable. We can find private time when she's out, or at night. When Brody was here she was discreet enough to keep their private time out of my face, we can at least make a minimal effort to return the favor."

Blaine snuggled up against Kurt. "Okay. You're not wrong," he conceded. "Just got caught up in how irresistible you are, is all."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Ah, so it's my fault."

"Sure is," Blaine teased. "You know my bedroom at Mercedes place has an actual live DOOR on it though. Think of the noise we'll be able to make in the middle of the day there," he teased.

"You sure are incorrigible today," Kurt commented, fondly.

"Just happy," Blaine defended, sly.

Kurt put a hand on his lover's cheek, "Well, happiness looks good on you," he remarked seriously.

Blaine blinked and then ducked his head at that, shyly nodding. "I guess I've had my ups and downs lately. But I feel like today's… pretty good."

Kurt brushed his hand tenderly against Blaine's back. "Pretty good is a good start. You think going to class this morning helped?"
"Yeah I'm glad we went," Blaine nodded. "Little sore, but glad I did it," he amended.

"Me too."

"I don't think I'm ever going to look forward to it, exactly, but I know it's going to help me get back to where I'd like to be. And thanks for making me get that monologue down—I was honestly sort of annoyed when you pushed me to do it when it's not due until Monday, but taking the time to learn it and learn it well- now that it's done I do feel… sort of accomplished? It just helps knowing that even if there's some things I don't like so much about myself right now and there's ups and downs at school—just knowing I'm doing my best and working on my goals… it just helps, somehow."

"Discipline has its rewards." Kurt encouraged.

Blaine nodded, rubbing his belly. "I just want to feel… attractive again."

Kurt chuckled to himself, drawing a pout from Blaine. Kurt pulled up the fabric on Blaine's shirt and leaned over to plant a kiss on his fiancé's stomach. "I'm sorry but I'm really not sure how much more I can do to show you how much you turn me on than what I did a few minutes ago," he remarked.

Blaine smiled to himself, remembering. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Heh. You could say that." Kurt playfully kissed around Blaine's navel some more before stopping short. "And I would totally return the favor right now if we hadn't just agreed to be respectful roommates," he said with a grin.

Blaine groaned, smiling. "No fair, you were the one who was pushing that!" he complained. "I was all for being as disrespectful as possible!"

"Nope," Kurt said, swallowing a smile and making a show of pulling the fabric of Blaine's shirt back down. "I'll just have to wait until she goes. I'll have to find a way to keep my mouth off you for… another hour anyway," Kurt shrugged, and stood, pulling open the privacy curtain for good measure.

Blaine chucked a pillow in Kurt's direction in protest.

"Goodness your feisty," Kurt commented as he grabbed his laptop and gave a mocking shake of his head. "You know very well I don't put up with naughtiness," he added, grabbing his laptop. "I thought we could watch some Project Runway, but keep this behavior up and Rachel might not be the only one with a tanned hide today. You don't want that do you?"

Blaine sighed. "No, sir." he replied, conceding defeat.

"Excellent," Kurt said, lying back down next to Blaine as he opened the laptop so they could watch together.