The world must have been conspiring against Kurt, because the instant he ushered Rachel out his door, his phone rang. He'd sent Blaine a text (Hey, I don't know what else to say aside from I'm sorry again), and apparently, instead of responding like a normal individual, Blaine took it upon himself to call.

Kurt threw himself back down on the couch and answered with a grimace. "Hello?"

"Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed, sounding relieved. "It's so good to hear your voice, I was really worried you didn't make it home okay last night, and I know it's stupid, because you've obviously lived here a whole lot longer than I have but -"

"Blaine," Kurt said, interrupting him slowly. "You're talking very, very fast to a very, very hungover person."

"Oh," Blaine said, dropping his voice lower. "Okay. Sorry."

"There's no need to apologize." I'm the one who should be apologizing for the rest of eternity, Kurt thought, but didn't say it out of the hope that Blaine really would forget about everything.

"I'm sorry for calling in the first place. I just - I needed to hear your voice to know you were okay."

Kurt sighed and rubbed at his face with his free hand and tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach that had nothing to do with being hungover. "I'm fine. Just hungover and humiliated."

"Kurt," Blaine said in a tone that was almost pitying, but Kurt knew Blaine well enough to know it was coming from a place of concern.

"So, your suit is almost done," Kurt said, choosing to ignore it and change the subject instead. "I was sent home from work because everyone thought I had caught the flu, so I actually got a lot of work done on it. I just have to finish putting a couple finishing touches on it since my work desk in the corner of my apartment isn't quite as well stocked as the shop."

"You were sick enough to get sent home and you decided the best use of your time was tailoring my suit instead of say, sleeping?" Blaine said, the amusement audible in his voice.

"Shut up," Kurt scoffed. "We're running out of time here! It didn't need much done to it anyways, and it was easy enough that I was on autopilot. Anyways, I can bring it by the theater after my shift tomorrow or if that doesn't work, Sunday or Monday? The earlier the better, though, since you actually need it for Tuesday, just in case there's anything I need to fix."

"Sunday would probably work best," Blaine replied, and did he sound disappointed? "Tomorrow night we're doing this cast thing after rehearsal and Monday I won't be there - they've decided we're in good enough shape to have a bit of rest before the final dress rehearsal Tuesday morning." He actually did sound disappointed - like he wanted to skip whatever cast thing he had the next night to see Kurt.

Kurt wasn't going to let that happen. "Sunday it is then!" he said cheerfully. "I have the opening shift Sunday, so I won't be too late getting over."

"Kurt," Blaine started, and the tone of his voice was making Kurt's stomach flutter again, and he so was not in the right emotional state for whatever was going to come next.

"Blaine," Kurt said, trying to remain calm. "Maybe if we have things we need to say, we should wait until Sunday, okay?"

Blaine remained silent on the other end for a long while, but finally agreed. "Okay. If you think that's best."

"See you Sunday, Blaine," Kurt said quietly before hanging up the phone. His hands flew to his head again and groaned loudly. Since Blaine obviously had things to share, Kurt figured he better decide what he wanted to say to Blaine when he wasn't highly intoxicated. Not being highly intoxicated would probably be a start.

-

Sunday was another day where Kurt was running perpetually late, and by the time he made it down to Broadway, it was after six. He'd texted Blaine to let him know, and even though rehearsals were done for the day, Blaine said he'd stick around and wait for Kurt. Kurt felt bad making Blaine wait, since he was so low on time lately, but it was already done.

Gershwin was almost deserted when he breezed through the doors. A passing guard sent him to Blaine's dressing room and told him to just leave the suit since Blaine wasn't there. Kurt left the suit as instructed, and set off to find Blaine. As he wandered closer to the stage, he could hear Blaine singing. Of course he'd use this time for more practice.

Kurt walked cautiously through the wings until he spotted Blaine, who was running through the number at the end of the first act before intermission. The song was about how the football team had heart and it involved Blaine - or Barnaby, rather - dancing from group to group with a wooden stool in hand, propping himself up on it to continue his song.

Kurt found it ironic that Blaine was singing a song about heart – Blaine's warm and giving heart was one of the things Kurt had always loved most about him. He put his heart and soul into everything he loved, and this role was no exception. Kurt hoped Blaine wouldn't hate him too much for what he had to say. Kurt didn't even want to go down the road of whether or not Blaine would reciprocate his feelings, along the lines of how he didn't let him think about Blaine before a few weeks ago – and that had ended splendidly.

When he finally finished, Blaine's heavy breathing echoed in the empty theater and Kurt couldn't stop himself from clapping. Blaine spun around and saw Kurt, putting his hands on his hips and chuckling before sitting back down on his stool.

Kurt walked slowly over to him. "I didn't mean to startle you - I just didn't want to interrupt your practice."

"You weren't interrupting," Blaine said, breathing finally slowing down. "Kurt," Blaine started, reaching for Kurt's hands.

"Wait. Before you say anything, wait. I just - I need to get this out." Kurt exhaled and closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself. "I'm still horribly, horribly embarrassed as to how it all came out, but ... all of it was true. I was stupid to think my feelings for you wouldn't come back the instant I saw you on this stage, Blaine, and if you don't feel the same way, that's fine -"

Kurt didn't get to finish the speech he'd prepared, because Blaine was wrapping his arm around Kurt's neck and pulling him down so their lips could meet. Blaine kissed him tentatively at first, until Kurt got over the shock of it all and started kissing him back. Blaine let out a gasp against Kurt's lips and trailed his arms down to his waist, pulling him closer. Kurt let himself get lost in the moment before something hit him. "Blaine," Kurt whispered, pulling back just enough to stop his head from swimming.

"I've been single since an hour after you left me Thursday night," Blaine breathed out. "I knew before you said anything. I realized when I saw you last weekend, when you and Rachel kept saying how proud you were of me - well, I realized there's still a part of me whohoped you'd be proud of me, all these years later. I just –"

It was Kurt's turn to cut Blaine off with a kiss. Kurt wasn't quite sure what he'd done in a previous life to be so lucky, because kissing Blaine was just as wonderful as he remembered and he just couldn't imagine what on earth possessed him to give this up. "Oh, Blaine," Kurt said when they broke, reaching up to cup Blaine's face. He leaned down and pressed their foreheads together. "Why are we so stupid?"

Blaine smiled as he turned to place a kiss on Kurt's cheek and shrugged. "Could be worse. We figured it out, at least."

"Thank goodness for that," Kurt said, letting out a low laugh. "Come home with me," he said, lowering his voice, and there was that whole speaking without thinking again.

"Yeah," Blaine answered without hesitation. "Yeah, let's get out of here."

-

Kurt couldn't stop smiling the whole cab ride home to his apartment – he tried, chewing on the corner of his lip, but he just couldn't help it. Luckily, Blaine was just as giddy, reaching for Kurt's hand across the cracked leather seats, but otherwise staying silent on their drive. When they finally arrived outside Kurt's building, he paid the cab driver while Blaine fumbled with his suit. "How long have you been here?" Blaine asked as Kurt held the door open for him.

"Rachel and I moved into a two bedroom on the fifth floor … the middle of sophomore year?" Kurt replied, trying to remember the timeline as he hit the button for the elevator. "I loved the building so much, I moved into a loft when she moved in with Frank senior year. It's quiet – I think I skew the average age of occupancy down quite a bit," he said with a laugh as he filed into the elevator, Blaine close behind.

Kurt was on one of the top floors and it seemed like the elevator was moving unusually slow as it creeped past the lower floors. Blaine's brow furrowed as if he was about to make a comment, when the elevator dinged and the doors flew open. Kurt pulled his keys out of his pocket and grabbed Blaine's hand, leading him down the hall to his apartment.

After unlocking the door and giving Blaine a five second tour of the living room and kitchen, Kurt took Blaine's hand once more, pulling him behind the curtains he'd set up to separate the living room from his bedroom. "Try the suit on for me," Kurt said, patting the garment bag still slung over Blaine's arm. "That way I know whether or not I need to work on it tomorrow. You can use the closet or the bathroom – the closet has more room."

"The true reason you took the apartment comes out," Blaine teased before stepping into Kurt's closet. "This is practically as big as your bedroom!" Blaine exclaimed from behind the closed door.

"Mmmhmm," Kurt replied cheerfully, mindlessly straightening the pillows on his bed and toeing off his shoes for something to do to keep his mind occupied so he didn't barge into the closet and tell Blaine they'd worry about the suit later.

"Does it look okay?" Blaine said, emerging from Kurt's closest a few moments later and interrupting his thoughts. Blaine did a little spin for him, hands to either side, and Kurt stepped away from the bed to meet him. He brushed off Blaine's shoulders to get the suit to hang right and made Blaine spin one more time.

"Just perfect," Kurt said softly once Blaine was facing him again. He reached up to untie Blaine's tie swiftly with his fingers. "I'm going to take it off of you now," he added, a little breathless.

Blaine chuckled as Kurt slid the jacket off his shoulders and laid it neatly on his desk. "I'll have to remember I look good enough in this suit to get lucky."

It was Kurt's turn to laugh as his fingers worked at the buttons of Blaine's shirt. "Blaine, while you do look fantastic, I'm pretty sure what you're wearing has nothing to do with how bad I want you," he said, his voice light and teasing.

Blaine's eyes darkened at Kurt's words and he pulled Kurt closer to crash their lips together as the shirt fell to the floor. The kiss was different from the ones at the theater earlier – this one was needy and full of want and left Kurt gasping for air a bit when Blaine pulled back. "The feeling is mutual," Blaine whispered, slipping Kurt's own jacket off and pulling his sweater over his head as quickly as possible, tossing them to the floor in haste. Kurt couldn't really care about his own clothes at the moment, and he wouldn't care about Blaine's either if he didn't have to wear them again in a few days.

Kurt bent down to pick up Blaine's shirt and said, "Get yourself out of those pants and into the bed. As much as it pains me to care, I can't let us destroy this suit." Kurt folded the shirt and set it on top of the jacket and slung the pants over his desk chair, and when he turned to see Blaine in his bed, naked aside from his briefs, he had to pause a moment to stare.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed out, shifting under Kurt's scrutiny. Right, right, Kurt thought, go join him. He quickly shed his undershirt and jeans and climbed into bed with Blaine, straddling his waist and leaning down to kiss him again.

Blaine moaned against his lips and curled his hand around the back of Kurt's neck to bring him even closer. Kurt trailed his mouth down Blaine's jaw and back up his cheek to whisper hot and heavy in Blaine's ear. "Tell me what you want, Blaine," he said, shifting and rolling his hips down and groaning along with Blaine when their cocks brushed momentarily.

"I want so much, Kurt, so much," Blaine said as they rocked slowly together, only continuing when Kurt prompted him again. "I want you inside of me. Is that too much? God, Kurt it's – when I jerk off – it's what I think about most still." Kurt stilled for a moment, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Blaine still had fantasies about him, even after all this time, and Blaine finally said, "I just weirded you out, didn't I?"

"No," Kurt blurted out, because that was so not the case. "That's – I just still can't believe after all this time … you'd still think of me in that way."

"Of course I do," Blaine said grinning and resting his hands on Kurt's hips. "Are you saying you haven't thought about me?"

Damn him. "I didn't say that," Kurt said, biting his lip and staring at the ceiling and feeling the familiar blush creep over his cheeks and down his chest. Blaine laughed softly and trailed a finger down Kurt's now pink chest, flipping them before Kurt even realized what was going on.

Kurt returned his gaze to Blaine's face, wondering what Blaine had up his sleeve because Blaine was actually smirking at him. "Maybe we'll save that for round two," Blaine explained, his voice low and throaty and making Kurt's cock twitch against Blaine's stomach, where he was nestled in between Kurt's legs. "I thought of something I want more right now."

"And what would that be?" Kurt asked, quirking an eyebrow at him and exhaling slowly.

"You'll see," Blaine teased, bringing their lips together once more briefly before working his mouth down Kurt's body. Kurt was entirely grateful for Blaine's sharp memory, because Blaine remembered every single spot that made Kurt quiver, spending extra time licking and sucking at the sensitive spot under Kurt's collarbone and his right nipple and the spot on his ribcage. By the time Blaine was nipping at Kurt's hipbones, he was thoroughly worked up and Blaine hadn't even touched his cock yet.

"Blaine, please," Kurt begged, shivering from the way Blaine's teeth grazed his skin, causing his stomach to twist up hotly, "please, I need –"

Blaine smiled against Kurt's skin, moving his left hand to cup Kurt through his briefs and Kurt sighed at the contact, even though it wasn't nearly enough. "Is that what you wanted?" Blaine teased, his mouth still against Kurt's skin, the words vibrating through him. He toyed with the waistband of Kurt's underwear and Kurt shifted to help Blaine get them off of him, pretty much desperate for more contact.

"You still look amazing, Kurt," Blaine whispered before sinking his mouth over the head of Kurt's cock slowly. Kurt groaned loudly at Blaine's actions and really, really hoped his neighbors were out for the evening. Blaine moaned around Kurt's cock himself after hearing Kurt cry out, and he swirled his tongue under the head before pulling off to mouth down the length of it, tracing his tongue down the sides and moving his hand to keep Kurt's cock interested as he sucked one of Kurt's balls in his mouth.

It was all too much and not enough to the point where Kurt's nerves were on end. Blaine kept up the slow and leisurely pace and just when Kurt was about to beg for more, sunk his mouth down as far down as it would go, eliciting another loud groan from Kurt (who was past caring about the neighbors at this point).

Kurt had been worked up for so long, by the time Blaine's mouth sped up in intensity, he could already feel the familiar pressure building. When Blaine dropped his throat open, Kurt practically saw stars as the head of his cock brushed the back of Blaine's throat. Kurt may have been with more technically skilled lovers since Blaine, but no one could match Blaine's enthusiasm, and that would always do it for Kurt, always. His orgasm hit him hard as Blaine swallowed around him, and as Blaine pulled off, Kurt heard him cry out himself – he was coming and Kurt hadn't even touched him. He was still wearing his underwear, for goodness' sake.

"Blaine," Kurt said once he had his wits about him, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder as he settled into the pillows next to him. "You came and I didn't even touch you."

"Sorry," Blaine said, lazily smacking a kiss against Kurt's cheek and not really seeming sorry at all. "I promise you can touch me all you want in round two."

"I'm going to hold you to that," Kurt sighed, burying his head against Blaine's chest. "So, round two? What happens after that?"

"Well, we're both off tomorrow, aren't we?" Blaine said playfully, his fingers tracing lines down Kurt's back. "I'm sure we can come up with a few more rounds. We haven't even gotten to what you want yet," he teased, his eyes twinkling.

Kurt locked eyes with Blaine and pulled him closer. "Don't worry about that. I've got everything I need right here."

-

Kurt sipped on his glass of champagne as he stood with Rachel at the Tackled! opening afterparty. The show had been brilliant, which was just the icing on the cake of the perfection that had been the past two days. He watched as Blaine worked the room and schmoozed, Kurt himself having exhausted conversations with the few people he knew there (Blaine's parents – that was certainly awkward, a few Warblers, some former classmates from NYADA). Blaine was positively glowing and was definitely in his element – Rachel, of course, pointed out Kurt probably had something to do with some of that glow (to which he smacked her arm and told her to mind her own business).

"Kurt, we're heading out," Rachel announced, patting his arm as she passed off her empty champagne glass to a nearby waiter. "My flight tomorrow morning is quite early." Rachel was headed, ironically, back to the Midwest to visit various sectionals competitions as NYADA's representative.

"Travel safe, and thanks for coming," Kurt said, bending to kiss both of her cheeks. "I know it meant a lot to Blaine that you did." He smiled warmly at her before turning to shake Frank's hand and say goodbye to him before he headed off towards the door.

"Keep Blaine glowing," Rachel said with a mischievous wink before turning and skipping to catch up with Frank, linking arms with him. Kurt just shook his head as they headed out of the restaurant. Blaine caught his eye at that point and realized Kurt was left alone. He excused himself and made his way through the crowd until he was standing in front of Kurt.

"Rachel and Frank had to go. They both agreed you were brilliant. Everyone agrees you're brilliant," Kurt said, grinning at Blaine and reaching up to straighten his tie. "And, the suit looks spectacular, if I do say so myself."

"Thanks for making sure I didn't show up naked," Blaine said, reaching for two fresh glasses of champagne from a waiter's tray and handing one to Kurt.

"No, I think I'll keep that version of you for myself. I'm selfish like that," Kurt said, raising his flute at Blaine. "What are we toasting to?"

"To us, of course," Blaine said, smiling broadly at him. "To the future. Because every version of my future has you in it."

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt said, sneaking a quick kiss before clinking their glasses together. "Now that's something I can toast to."