Blaine grew content with their arrangement. Every few days Kurt would text wanting to meet, and Blaine did what he could to find a way to meet him. Their meetings always happened late in the night at Kurt's place. Blaine was happy his work schedule was so flexible and he generally worked later in the day. In the many weeks since finding Kurt at the coffeehouse, Blaine had been promoted to a lead sound engineer. As one of only three in the company, he was getting to take complete control of several accounts. Things seemed to be looking up for him.

Their meetings were consistently filled with a passion that Blaine had always dreamed of. Not only was the sex worthy of epic poetry, but he was also slowly getting Kurt to open up to him more, little by little. There were no grand revelations, just quiet talks as they lay entwined together, sated and loose, waiting for sleep to take them. Blaine loved their whispered conversations just as much as the mind-blowing sex. Still, he hadn't felt comfortable enough to initiate their meetings.

If it was up to Blaine, he would have been texting Kurt every free moment he had, but he knew that wasn't what Kurt wanted, so he would wait. It worked out well because just when Blaine felt he couldn't stand another evening without Kurt, his phone would buzz, revealing a message from the man himself. Until one day his need for Kurt, for the wonderful distraction of him, became too much.

Blaine stormed out of the building, his body shaking with adrenaline and the will to not let the tears fall. He stomped to the closest subway ready to distance himself from everything. Before he could get there, though, he pulled out his phone and sent a short message to Kurt.

Can you meet?

No response came before he descended the staircase. His phone was still silent as he resurfaced half an hour later, and still none as he opened his apartment and went inside. His agitation still hadn't subsided, either. He wasn't sure what else to do, what else would help him forget his dreadful evening. He couldn't sit still, he couldn't relax as the conversation replayed in his mind. An hour and a half after sending his text, finally, his phone buzzed.

Sorry I was in the middle of a tat. I still have another half hour on it. Still want to meet?

Blaine looked at the clock. It was only 10, way earlier than they had ever met before.

Please

A few more texts and it was decided Kurt would be there within the hour. Just knowing Kurt was on his way eased some of the tension plaguing Blaine. He could at least sit as he waited.

He buzzed Kurt into his apartment, and as soon as he flung open the door, pulled him into a frantic kiss. He needed to be lost in the man, needed to forget the rest of the world for awhile. He didn't even notice his own tears until Kurt was pulling back, looking at him with worry.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, closing the door behind him.

Blaine's shoulders sagged.

"This has been the worst day, please just help me forget," he begged.

Kurt's look of worry grew, and he led Blaine over to the couch.

"Forgetting usually doesn't help, at least not in the long-term. Please tell me what happened."

This was not at all what Blaine expected. Kurt was never one to begin their conversations and was always slower to comment. Blaine never thought he would be the one asking him to open up.

"It's stupid," he lied.

"Obviously not, if it has you in this state. Please tell me," Kurt said, smoothing his palm gently over Blaine's cheek.

The sweet touch broke Blaine's resolve.

"I got into a huge fight with my boss over a new account. Most of what we do are recordings for our label, but we also hire out our services to anyone willing to pay. A few days ago I was assigned to this one girl whose dad paid for three songs. It was supposed to be a demo for her, or something," Blaine rolled his eyes at the thought. "She was terrible, but we got what we could out of her. Today she came in to listen to what we did. She was pissed because I didn't autotune the shit out of them. I'm sorry, but I didn't go to school so that some little rich girl could feel better about herself when no one else has the decency to tell her she is awful. I hate autotune, even more now that it has become an industry standard, but I refuse to spend days of my time trying to make this girl sound like Celine Dion!"

"And your boss had a problem with this, I take it?" Kurt said, not hiding his look of amusement.

Blaine sighed, "I think he had more of a problem with me telling her all this. He pulled me from the account, and I'm supposed to go in for a meeting tomorrow. This is not what I signed up for. I take pride in my work, and I won't lower my standards just to stoke someone's ego."

"Why did you become a sound engineer?" Kurt asked, propping his head on his fist and looking at Blaine with such interest that he answered without questioning why Kurt would be asking.

"I love the magic that music can be. I was afraid that if I tried to make it as a performer, I would burn out or come to hate it. There is something magical about taking other people's talents and mixing them in a way that heightens everything. I first noticed it when I was in high school. I was a part of an acapella choir, and individually we were good, but when you got us all together, when everyone did their part, it created something extraordinary. I wanted to keep doing that."

"Then maybe when you meet with your boss tomorrow, you tell him that."

Kurt took Blaine's hand, then continued, "Now, I don't know your boss, but pride in your work is never a bad thing. Maybe he just needs to be reminded you will always do your best, but you won't compromise yours or your company's integrity."

Blaine nodded. He knew Kevin would listen to him and that there was nothing else he could do to fix it until tomorrow. He decided to let it go, feeling marginally better.

"How did you become a tattoo artist?" Blaine asked. "I mean, was it something you always wanted to do?"

"God, no," Kurt laughed. "When I was in high school I either wanted to be an artist, just your regular world-famous kind, or I wanted to be on Broadway."

"Really?" Blaine asked raising an eyebrow. "So you sing?"

"I did, once upon a time." Kurt rolled his eyes. "I just couldn't decide which I wanted to do more. My great plan was to apply to two schools in New York, one for theatre and one for art. I auditioned and sent in my portfolio and decided fate would tell me which I was destined for. I figured if I got into both, I would just know which one I should choose. As fate would have it, I was rejected from the theatre school, although between you and me, I nailed the audition, and ended up going to school for art."

"So how did art school lead to tattoos?" Blaine asked, needing to hear more.

He yearned to know more about Kurt.

"I hated school. The classes were great, but god, the people. I swear I have never met a more pretentious group. I had no friends, and I just felt lost. At the end of spring semester my freshman year a flyer was posted on one of the campus bulletin boards looking for apprentices at a tattoo shop. I didn't think much about it until I heard the scandalized way they all were talking about it. I decided that if the idea seemed so ridiculous to them, I might as well give it a shot." Kurt laughed at his own memories. "I met Elliott then. He wasn't in any of my classes, but we both applied for and got the job."

"What did your classmates say?"

Kurt shook his head. "They thought us so beneath them, but you know what? The more we worked and learned, the better artists we became. When you are tattooing someone, you can't make mistakes. There is no starting over if you blow a line or overwork the piece, you can't throw it away and start over, you can't erase what you did wrong. It took time before we were ready to tattoo actual people, but in that time, we surpassed our classmates. By the time we graduated, we were ready to begin tattooing full-time, while they were still trying to figure out how they were going to actually make a living."

"I would love to see your work," Blaine admitted.

Kurt smiled flirtatiously, "Maybe one day. Are you feeling better now?"

"A little," Blaine said, knowing exactly what was on Kurt's mind. "There is something that would make me feel even better."

"Oh, and what exactly is that?"

"Let me take control tonight," Blaine said boldly.

A flash of wariness crossed Kurt's face before he replied, "I don't bottom Blaine. I'm sorry, it's just something I don't do."

Blaine couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It wasn't often that he wanted to top, but he did like the option. He looked at Kurt and knew that this would not be a deal breaker.

"That doesn't mean I can't take control," he teased.

A huge smile filled Kurt's face.

"Well, by all means..."

Blaine led Kurt across the room to his bed. They sat on the bed for a moment removing their shoes and socks. Blaine stretched out on his bed on his side and Kurt shook his head before joining him. Blaine couldn't help but look deeply into Kurt's stormy eyes, wishing he could know him completely. Kurt only held eye contact for a moment before looking down into the space between them. It was a uncharacteristically bashful move and Blaine reached up, stroked his cheek then pulling him into a sweet, almost chaste kiss.

They kissed slowly, languidly, Blaine just relishing in the closeness. The sweet kisses didn't last long before turning more wanton. Soon Blaine pushed Kurt onto his back, spreading his body over him. He relished in the feel of Kurt stretched out beneath him. He let his hands explore as their hips found a rhythm.

This was what Blaine dreamed of as a teenager, making out, maybe rutting with a hot guy. It was all he ever wanted. In that moment, it seemed perfect, too. He could feel Kurt straining, wanting to pick up the pace, but a moment later he would relax, letting Blaine set the pace. He knew this had to be a special torture for Kurt.

After what felt like ages, he began to ruck Kurt's shirt up, exposing his chest. He let his hand explore as they continued to kiss. He knew this body, had seen it so many times but had never been able to take the time to enjoy it the way he wanted to. Blaine smoothed his hand over the soft expanse of skin. His fingers caught on a nipple ring and he could feel Kurt squirm underneath him. Rather than give into the temptation to make Kurt writhe with pleasure at the action, he merely grazed over it, earning him a huff of annoyance from Kurt. He pulled away and asked teasingly, "What?"

"Are you trying to kill me?" Kurt pleaded.

Blaine smiled, "Don't you always say you aren't ready for this to end, that we have all night?"

"If you don't at least hurry up a little bit, it will be morning, and we won't even have made it to second base." Kurt practically growled.

"Don't you trust me?" Blaine teased.

Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled, "Can we at least get naked? These pants are entirely too tight for this. Do you want my dick to fall off?"

"Never," Blaine gasped in mock terror, "We must save the cock at all costs."

"Thank god!" Kurt mumbled and began working on his jeans before Blaine could protest that it was his job. Instead he rolled off Kurt to relieve himself of his own clothes.

Once they were both naked, Kurt tugged at Blaine's wrist. "Now where were we?"

Blaine took a moment to look at Kurt sprawled out on his bed, chest flushed and a small smile on his lips. He captured them in a kiss, stretching his body out over Kurt's. They moved against each other, not attempting to get off, just relishing in the feel of each other.

Eventually, Blaine released Kurt lips and let his kisses trail down his body, taking special care to pay attention to each inch of Kurt he encountered. He chanced a glance up at him and saw Kurt's head thrown back, mouth slightly open, and blinking in an almost shocked sort of way. He wanted to worship Kurt in the way he deserved.

He paid special attention to his nipples, knowing how much Kurt enjoyed it. The tantalizing noises the action earned was reward enough for Blaine. Kurt gasped his name, his hips jutting up meeting Blaine's stomach, followed by a desperate murmur. The teasing was getting to be too much for Blaine as well, and he took Kurt's hot, throbbing cock into his hand, Kurt sighed in relief.

Blaine slowly pumped his fist, feeling the blood rushing under his palm. He moved his lips up to the juncture of Kurt's neck, kissing and sucking the skin, feeling the muscles contract and relax as Kurt moved and hummed above him. When he pulled his head away seeing the purpling mark he left behind, he gently nuzzled the spot with his nose, smelling the citrusy scent that always clung to him there.

Blaine was surprised when hands grasped his jaw, pulling his face up to meet Kurt's. This kiss was desperate in a way they hadn't been before.

"I need you," Kurt cried barely breaking the kiss.

Blaine released the cock of his lover, who whimpered at the loss. He found the dresser by feel alone, not ready to end the kiss, opened the drawer, and pulled out a large bottle of lube. Feeling the bottle against his side, Kurt broke the kiss.

"Oh, thank god," he sighed.

Blaine couldn't help his laugh as he sat up and reached once more for the still-open drawer. He pulled out a single condom and laughed again at the smile it brought to Kurt's face.

"Finally?" Blaine asked amused.

"Finally." Kurt repeated an oddly soft expression on his face.

He watched Blaine as he sat up, and his eyes widened as Blaine flung one leg over his chest, straddling him backwards. Blaine was happy to be facing Kurt's beautiful dick. Blaine couldn't see his face, but as he leaned forward exposing his hole to Kurt, he heard a pleased gasp followed by the popping sound of the bottle cap.

Blaine slowly rolled the condom down the rock hard phallus before taking it in his mouth. He could hear Kurt gasp and then a single dripping finger was entering him slowly. Blaine relished in the stretch of both his mouth and ass. He pushed himself to the limits trying to take all of Kurt he could into his mouth as Kurt opened him up. Blaine was content as he had never known before.

Kurt was slow and deliberate in his movements, Blaine thought maybe as pay back for the unhurried pace he had set before. Blaine loved it though, and if Kurt thought it was a punishment, he was wrong. Blaine didn't want this to end; he would have gladly spent all night making Kurt come undone. He felt Kurt's fingers slip away, but before he could protest the loss, he inhaled in surprise as Kurt's tongue lapped at his entrance. The soft, wet flesh gave way to the hard, cool ball of Kurt's tongue ring, eliciting another whimper from Blaine. He tried to keep the rhythm he had set with his mouth but had to pull off as his brain seemed to overload from the sensation. Never before had a lover rimmed him, and it was such an erotic delight he couldn't focus on anything but the feel. He threw his head back, a litany of noises coming unbidden. Kurt grasped Blaine's hips, pulling his ass closer to his mouth, his tongue going deeper. Blaine gasped and closed his eyes, just feeling. Kurt hummed sending shockwaves through his body, and Blaine had to pull away, afraid if they didn't stop he would come before they got started.

"I thought I was supposed to be in control tonight," Blaine muttered trying to catch his breath.

Kurt caressed his ass as he laughed, "I couldn't help myself. Your ass looked delicious."

Blaine made himself move off of Kurt's body. When he was sitting beside him on the bed, he said, "Sit up with your back against the wall."

Kurt obeyed a look of anticipation on his face. Blaine straddled Kurt's hips, but was careful not to brush Kurt's cock. He leaned forward capturing Kurt's mouth in a deep lustful kiss, tasting himself on Kurt's tongue, his tongue ring driving him wild.

"You are the absolute sexiest person I have ever met," Blaine breathed as he pulled away.

"What can I say," Kurt began with a shrug, "you inspire me." This time when they kissed Blaine lowered his hips, letting their cocks rub together for a moment before raising up on his knees again. He found the discarded lube in the sheets next to Kurt's hips. He grabbed it and pulled away, making a great show of drizzling lube on his hand before wrapping it around Kurt's long, hard shaft. Kurt threw back his head, a low wanton sound coming from him as Blaine lowered himself, lining up Kurt's cock with his own gaping, wanting hole. Kurt's eyes flew open as Blaine began to lower himself slowly letting his ass devour Kurt's dick. Being filled by Kurt was an unmatched ecstasy Blaine had never imagined could exist before meeting the man. The burn was exquisite, as he waited for his body to adjust to the length and girth of Kurt fully seated inside him. Kurt's hands smoothed up and down Blaine's sides as his breath came in overwhelmed puffs, soothing him.

Blaine began to move, slowly, tantalizingly, lifting and dropping himself, enjoying the feel. It had only been two days but he missed the feeling of Kurt inside him making him fall apart. This time it was Blaine's turn to make Kurt feel good, it would be his movements that made Kurt come undone. He chose this position because he knew it limited Kurt in what he was able to do.

He rode Kurt's cock, savoring the feel of it as it penetrated him over and over again. Kurt writhed underneath him, the only movement he could muster. His hands gripped Blaine's face, pulling him into a heated kiss. Blaine's thighs ached with the movement, but the way Kurt's cock rammed into his prostate made up for the burn in them.

Blaine broke the kiss, leaned back and placed his hands on the bed behind him, changing the angle.

"Fuck," Kurt hissed, his eyes boring into Blaine as he continued to drive himself onto Kurt's dick. His hands ran up and down Blaine's sides before settling around Blaine's hips. His grip was tight; Blaine knew there would be bruises there in the morning but didn't care. Together they worked Blaine's body, Kurt helping to guide and steady the thrusts.

Again, Blaine changed the angle, sitting up and stretching his arms high above his head, relishing in the way his body was tingling as if every nerve was on fire. He undulated his body as if he were on the dance floor instead of in bed.

"God, look at you," Kurt said licking his lips. "You look just like you did back in the club. So beautiful."

Blaine looked down on him, his eyes heavy with sensuality, "But this time I'm doing it for you," he purred. He continued to move, as if dancing, feeling so close to his release, just needing to be touched. "I love your cock," he cried. "I love the way you make me feel. I want you to feel good, too."

Kurt sat up straighter and grabbed Blaine's face in his hands again. He kissed him like he would die without it. Blaine tried to keep moving but stilled his hips to continue kissing Kurt. The burning lust of before was cooling by the time Kurt broke the kiss.

"You are amazing. Why do you think I don't ever want it to end?" Kurt whispered.

Blaine wasn't sure if Kurt was talking about each encounter or their continued meetings. To Blaine it didn't matter, not at that moment. All that mattered was being with Kurt, making him feel beautiful and cherished.

He began moving again, kissing Kurt while slowly undulating his hips. Soon he broke the kiss and began his dance again. Kurt hands roved over his body, and Blaine reveled in the feeling.

Kurt's breath was soon coming out in short bursts, punctated by moans and keens Blaine knew so well. He knew Kurt was close.

"Touch me," Blaine begged.

Kurt's hand gripped around Blaine's cock, fucking into it before fucking himself down on Kurt's cock.

"So beautiful," Kurt murmured.

Blaine knew Kurt was close, so instead chased his own release. His thighs burned, and he didn't think he could take in a proper breath if he tried, still he moved feeling he was about to explode. Faster his movements came, into Kurt's hand, down on his cock, over and over. He could hear as if from far off Kurt chanting 'fuck' until he came shouting Blaine's name.

Blaine fell forward clutching to Kurt's shoulder, ramming Kurt's dick straight at his prostate perfectly. It was all too much, and he came with a wild howl, his come painting both their chests.

He couldn't unwrap himself from around Kurt's neck, just clung to him as tears welled in his eyes. Kurt whispered unheard words into his chest as he held onto Blaine. Once Blaine's breathing and emotions were again in check he pulled back and climbed off Kurt's lap. He flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes. He felt the bed shift as Kurt stood, and he heard him move around the room, assuming he was throwing away the condom. He peeked out from under his eyelids and saw Kurt picking up his jeans.

"Hey," Blaine said sitting up, "Why are you getting dressed?" he asked feeling panic rise in him.

"I should get back home," Kurt whispered, not looking at Blaine.

Blaine's mind was in a panic. "No, stay, please."

Kurt looked at him finally, his eyes were soft. "You have a meeting tomorrow. You don't need me hanging around."

"But I want you here," Blaine said softly. "I'm not ready for you to leave yet. Besides my meeting isn't until noon."

"I have work tomorrow," Kurt said.

Blaine held out his hand, "Then go home early. Please, Kurt, stay."

Kurt hesitated a moment before dropping his pants back on the floor. He walked closer and took Blaine's hand. "Why?" he asked barely above a whisper.

The question surprised Blaine. He knew better than to tell the whole truth, knew it would scare Kurt away. He knew that if he told Kurt he never wanted him to leave, he would never see him, never have this again.

Instead he said, "I'm just not ready to let you go yet. Please."

Kurt nodded, his smile a little sad but he pulled down the covers on Blaine's bed. "You need to clean up first," he teased, before crawling under the sheets.

Blaine grabbed a wet wipe from off the end table and swiped away his own come before sliding in beside Kurt. Kurt was laying on his back staring at the ceiling, Blaine pillowed his head on Kurt chest listening to his heart beat. For once Blaine didn't try to engage Kurt in conversation. He felt Kurt wasn't in the headspace for that. He looked lost in thought. Blaine started to worry, but then Kurt draped his arm around Blaine and kissed the top of his head. Blaine closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, sated and tired. When he woke up Kurt was gone.