Kurt made a habit of coming into the store. He usually stopped in during the morning to bring Blaine a coffee or in the evening to pick him up for their date. But then one day, exactly two weeks into their "trial run" Kurt came in during the middle of the day, and Blaine thought it was a bit unusual.

He spotted Kurt wandering around near the drum sets, clearly trying to avoid distracting Blaine from his work. Blaine snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Hi, gorgeous," he whispered into his ear.

"You should probably know I have a boyfriend," Kurt teased.

"I think I could take him."

Kurt giggled.

"You're place or mine?" he purred.

"Don't you mean our place?" Kurt corrected.

"God, that sounds nice," Blaine said dropping the act.

Kurt only smiled in reply. "Isn't it a little unprofessional to be all over the customers while you are working?"

"I'm on break."

"Aren't you always," Kurt teased.

"I am when you're here. What are you doing here in the middle of the day, anyhow? Not that I'm not happy to see you," he assured. A realization hit him. "How'd your interview go?"

"She offered me a job on the spot!" Kurt burst out as though he had been holding it in since he arrived.

"Kurt! That's amazing!" he exclaimed finally letting Kurt loose from his grip and spinning him around to kiss him. "Why the hell didn't you start with that?"

Kurt shrugged. "It was nice having you hold me."

"I'll hold you any time you want," Blaine promised. "Kurt, I am so proud of you," he said clasping their hands together and pulling him in for another kiss. "Let's celebrate. I'll take you to lunch."

"Blaine, you're working."

"Perks of being the boss. I can leave whenever I want. Besides I hired some new people. They'll need to get used to me not being around all the time."

"Lacey," Kurt called over to the front desk, "Do you mind if we– "

"Get out of here you crazy kids," she smiled.

"So, lunch at our place then?" Kurt asked when they reached outside.

"Of course not. This is a celebratory meal. I'm taking you some place nice."

"How about me do dinner instead?" Kurt suggested.

"Kurt, it's two o'clock."

"I mean later."

"But I just left work," Blaine said stopping, confused.

"Yes, but I have a different kind of celebration in mind for right now," Kurt winked, taking his hand and pulling him along.

How is he even real? Blaine wondered.

The second the door was closed to Blaine's apartment, Kurt had him pinned to the adjacent wall, not once removing his lips from Blaine's since they had gotten on the elevator.

Blaine pushed him away slightly to peel off Kurt's shirt, but Kurt leaned right back in to attach his lips to Blaine's neck.

"God, you're sexy," Blaine purred.

Kurt stopped sucking for a split second then resumed.

"You okay?" Blaine asked.

"Mhm," Kurt mumbled into his neck.

"Kurt."

He sighed and pulled away. "I'm fine. It's just… so many guys have called me sexy since I came to New York – " Kurt cut off at Blaine's hurt expression. "No, baby, not like that. It's just that so many guys have said it, but when it's you I feel like a baby penguin again, in awe that anyone could ever think that I'm sexy. You know what I mean?"

"Is that…bad?"

"No, it's actually kind of nice. Sort of like feeding my insecure sixteen-year-old self's ego," he joked. He shook himself a little to shake off the seriousness of the moment. "Where were we?" Kurt grinned and went back in for his neck and rocked his hips into Blaine's.

Blaine moaned.

The front door clicked open.

The lights flicked on.

Kurt flew off Blaine in a fraction of a second. However, it didn't really matter either way because what they had just been doing was quite obvious. If they didn't notice the hickey already visible on Blaine's neck, the fact that Kurt was shirtless was very apparent.

"Wacky," Santana smirked in approval, getting distracted for a moment. "Wait, no. Why didn't you tell me this was going on?" Santana demanded pointing between the two of them. "Don't even try to tell me that this is the first occurrence because last time I was here it smelled like sex, and I can currently spot at least three things in this room that belong to Kurt and not Blaine."

Both men groaned in irritation at that the fact that they chose such psychotic friends.

Despite their agreement to tell Brittany and Santana weeks earlier, they continually put it off waiting for the "right moment." This clearly wasn't it.

"Are you two back together?" Brittany asked cheerfully.

"Sweetie, I'm pretty sure they're just fucking," Santana said gently, but the edge in her voice was obvious. She turned to Kurt and Blaine and her tone became harder. "Even still, they didn't bother to tell their best friends. Or the woman carrying his child," she spat at Blaine. "I know the situation between you two is complicated, but I personally think you both needed to get laid, so who am I to judge if you do it with each other? But the fact that you didn't tell us?" She shook her head.

"Tana, I'm sorry okay – "

"If it makes you feel any better," Kurt piped up, "We're not just fucking."

"You're together?" Brittany squealed.

"You're gonna raise a baby together?" Santana demanded. "Because if you aren't in this for the long-haul Hummel you best get out now. I will not be having you messing up this kid's view of a stable relationship before she even knows how to talk."

"Well," Blaine began nervously.

"Yes," Kurt said.

Blaine looked over at him with adoring eyes.

Kurt gave him a warning look saying we'll talk about this later.

"Good. Then I'm happy for you guys."

"Wait," Blaine said and Kurt gave him another warning look, but he waved him off. "Did you say she?"

"I –" Santana looked worried.

"I'm having a girl?"

"Yes."

"We're going to have a daughter?" Blaine said without even realizing.

Kurt, however, smiled. "We're going to have a daughter."