A/N- To 'Anon' who told me the sex scene was gross- Would you care to elaborate?

To all of you who have left such lovely reviews- Thank you :)

A swift silence descended over the reception desk at Burberry the next morning as Kurt strutted through the doors. The man looked positively mauled. His normally perfect hair was sticking out in all different directions, and he looked like he had not slept all night. His checked shirt was open at the collar, revealing a trail of angry looking hickeys that disappeared down his chest. Aware of the stares, Kurt quickly dug in his bag and hastily put on his sunglasses as he approached the main desk.

"Good morning, Kurt!" Laura sang brightly as she grinned at him. "Your 9 o'clock appointment is here for you, and you may wish to borrow my scarf today."

"Fuck off." Kurt grunted as he stormed past the desk, reaching out to grab the scarf as he did so.

"You're welcome!" the receptionist called after his disappearing figure before reaching for the phone. This bit of news was too juicy not to share.

By 11am Kurt was feeling no happier. His meeting had not gone well, he was aware that he was actually unable to remember anything the client had been saying. Visions from last night had swum before his eyes continuously. Blaine's eyes crinkling with laughter as he had looked at Kurt over the top of his wine glass. His soft, bashful gaze as he looked up from under those dark lashes before they kissed. The look of ecstasy in his eyes when his orgasm hit, and finally, the hurt and betrayal when Kurt had kicked him out.

"You're a prick, Kurt." He mumbled to himself as he started to reach for the phone. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the desk while he waited for someone to pick up.

"I fucked up, Rach." Kurt said as Rachel croaked out a sleep-filled "Hello."

"Kurt? You do know it's 6am right?"

"Of course I do." He snapped. "Christ. I'm not calling for a time check. I'm calling because I messed up. Really, truly, horribly messed up, and I don't know what to do." Kurt tried to keep the tears from his voice, but his best friend caught on quickly.

"What did you do? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No, no. It's Blaine."

"Blaine? As in Blaine Anderson, Blaine?" Rachel questioned, her voice shocked.

"Oh for God's sake Rachel! Being married to my brother must've turned you dumb. Yes, Blaine Anderson. How many other Blaine's do you know?"

"Um..."

"Just don't answer."

"But how have you messed up? I don't get it. You've not spoken to him have you?"

"He's here."

"Where?"

"In London Rach! He came to London to find me, and we had dinner together and then...Oh crap." The last part of Kurt's sentence was muffled by the sound of his forehead hitting the desk.

"WHAT!" Rachel screeched, as Kurt hurriedly held the receiver away from his ear. "Blaine is in London and you didn't think to tell me? Oh my GOD, Kurt! This is insane!"

Kurt could hear Finn's voice in the background asking Rachel to either be quiet or leave the room, and then a door slamming as the diva flounced out.

"Ok. Spill." She instructed. "I want details, now. And don't leave anything out."

So Kurt told her, his voice conjuring up images in his mind as he recalled the events of the previous day.

"...And then he walked me to my door." He finished up, trying to calm the blush that he knew Rachel would somehow be able to hear over the line.

"You had sex with him, didn't you?" Rachel said, her voice flat as she realized exactly what Kurt had meant when he said he messed up.

"Rachel!" Kurt exclaimed, hoping he sounded innocent, knowing that he didn't.

"What, Kurt? Don't even bother trying to tell me that you didn't, because I know you too well."

"I don't do that sort of thing." He said primly.

"Not with anyone else you don't, no. But you and Blaine were always completely unable to keep you hands off one another."

"That's not the worst of it." Kurt whispered ashamedly.

"It's not? How can it get any worse?" Rachel asked, her voice becoming shrill once more.

"After we...y'know. I told him to get out. I was horrible to him Rach, a complete bitch. I said I didn't do sex with feelings anymore."

"Kurt!"

"And then he told me that it's always been me, for him, and always will be."

"You are a complete jerk sometimes, you know that?"

"Oh God, oh God!" Kurt moaned as his head fell forward onto the desk once more. "What am I going to do?!" he wailed.

"Ok Kurt, listen to me. You both messed up here. You allowed yourselves to think with your dicks, and then you weren't able to deal with the consequences. Everyone makes mistakes. You can fix this- if you want to. When you were with him, before you started behaving like animals, how was it?"

"Good. I mean, it was awkward at first, but then...I don't know. I started to forget all the bad stuff and remember how good it was when we were together. We've both matured, but the reasons we fell for each other in the first place are still there."

"Did he explain anything to you?" Rachel asked, her voice wary.

"No. He said he would, but he didn't want to yesterday."

"So the big question is- could you see yourself taking him back, if he wanted you? Do you think you could love him again?"

"I don't think I ever stopped." Kurt whispered, wanting to laugh and cry at the same time as he felt relief wash over him. It felt good to finally admit it.

"Then I think you've got some apologizing to do."

"Oh dude. What happened to you?" David asked, as Blaine finally heard the knocking and answered the door.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Blaine grumbled, as he made his way back to the bed.

"Well since you totally failed to call me, and you look like shit, I'm guessing someone didn't get much sleep last night!" David sing-songed as he followed Blaine across the room.

"Ugh." was Blaine's only response as he fell face first into the sheets. Picking up the phone to order some coffee from room service, David allowed his friend a few minutes to get himself together. 'Christ, he really does look terrible,' he thought as he looked at Blaine's face squashed into the bed, eyes screwed shut.

"What time is it?" Blaine asked eventually.

"Nearly noon. Why?"

"Oh crap. I have a conference call in a few minutes. I'd better look presentable." Blaine said as he rose from the bed and headed towards the bathroom, pulling off his t-shirt as he did so.

"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" David yelled as Blaine's shirt hit the floor. "IS KURT ACTUALLY A FREAKIN VAMPIRE?!"

Blaine twisted this way and that, trying to get a clear view of himself in the mirror. Long, deep red scratches ran the length of his muscled back. Deep purple bite marks were also covering his skin, and with his sweats slung low, David was treated to the sight of fingerprint bruises littering Blaine's hips.

"I'm just gonna go shower." Blaine said quickly, as he hurriedly shut and locked the bathroom door.

"Yeah, you do that Anderson, and then you'd better start explaining," the warbler called through the door.

Blaine refused to answer any questions while he dressed, though David was nothing if not persistent. Eventually, as Blaine settled himself at the laptop ready for his call, he turned to David.

"Ok, fine." He said exasperatedly. "We went out for dinner. It went really well. I escorted him home because I am a gentleman." David snorted at this, but Blaine continued.

"Then he asked me to kiss him, so I did. Next thing I know, he's pulling me into his apartment and we're having crazy hot sex over his couch."

"Dude." David gave a low whistle.

"And then...I don't know. I tried to hold him but he wouldn't let me. He told me to get out and that it had all been a mistake. He hates me."

"He said that?"

"He didn't have to. It was all over his face. Christ. I really fucked it up man. I actually thought that we could make this work again. I dared to hope, just for a second, that it might be a happy ending after all."

"Hey Blainers," David said sympathetically as he sat down at the table next to Blaine, "You tried man. You did your best. And if it hasn't worked out then so what? You're stronger than this. You can pick yourself up and move on."

"I didn't do my best though. I haven't even told him why I ever let him go. I got carried away in the heat of the moment. I should have just thanked him for a nice evening, and arranged to see him again today. Then we could have talked things through. It's just...he was there. Right there. Looking into my eyes and asking me to kiss him, and I couldn't tear myself away, David. I'm not stronger than this. I need him."

"Here's what's gonna happen." David said decisively. "You're going to take this call, while I order you up some food. Then we are going out. For a walk, to shop, to a bar, I don't care. We're just going to do something to take your mind off this whole situation."

"I don't want to take my mind of it." Blaine mumbled, as his conference call began.

Fifteen minutes later, Blaine was deep into conversation with his team of lawyers on the other side of the Atlantic. When the knock at the door came David went to answer it, more than ready for food.

He did not expect to see Kurt stood before him, clutching a small package and looking so pale and nervous that David feared he would either faint or throw up at any moment.

"Oh...um..hi, David." Kurt greeted with a weak smile.

"Kurt," came the brisk reply.

"Well...this is...awkward." Kurt cleared his throat nervously and tugged at his collar, and David noticed that Blaine hadn't exactly been hesitant in behaving like a vampire either.

"What is this, fucking Twilight or something?" He mumbled as he gestured for Kurt to come in. "He's on a conference call. You'll have to wait."

"Ok. Thanks." Kurt peeked around the corner of the suite to see Blaine sat at a large desk talking earnestly to a screen full of people in suits. Seemingly unaware of Kurt's presence, Blaine scribbled notes frantically as one of his co-workers talked.

Hearing the door shut, Blaine looked around briefly, eyes catching Kurt standing in the middle of the room.

"I uh...I've got to go guys," Blaine interrupted the man on the screen as he kept his eyes trained on Kurt. "Look, it all sounds fine to me. Have Becky email me the notes from the meeting. I'll check in again tomorrow." He closed the laptop before anyone could comment any further, and stood up.

"The Penthouse suite, Blaine. Really?" Kurt asked with half a laugh as he looked at him.

"I always did like the finer things in life." Blaine said softly as he took a step towards Kurt, but then stopped.

Kurt swallowed over the lump in his throat.

"Can we talk?" He asked. Blaine nodded and looked towards David sat in one of the lounge chairs.

"Don't mind me." He said, as he folded his arms and fixed Kurt with a glare.

"David, I'll call you later ok?" Blaine said, as he opened the door for him to leave.

"No you won't, you never do" he grumbled as he headed towards the door. "I'll just show up here again tomorrow to find you half naked and covered in more bruises no doubt. Laters."

"Bye" Blaine called as he closed the door. Leaning his head against the cool wood, he took a deep breath before turning to face Kurt.

"So...talk." Blaine said, in a monotone as he went to sit on the couch.

Kurt opened his mouth to reply, before being interrupted by a knock on the door.

"David ordered food." Blaine said by way of explanation. He opened the door again and waited patiently while the food was brought in.

Once the maid had left, Blaine set about pouring coffee for himself and Kurt while he gestured for the other man to take a seat. The food remained untouched.

"I'm sorry." Kurt started, as Blaine looked at him over the top of his coffee cup, his eyes unreadable. "I was a total jerk to you last night and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said the things I did. I just didn't know what to say after...well, after we.. anyway."

"Do you still think it was a mistake?" Blaine asked, his eyes staring deep into Kurt's.

"Yes, I do." Blaine sucked in a harsh breath and sat back in his chair. "But not in the way I inferred last night," he continued quickly.

"We should have taken things slowly, got to know each other again and been sure that was what we both wanted before we started taking off clothes I

guess. So in that respect yes, it was a mistake."

"A pretty awesome mistake though." Blaine said, as the corner of his mouth turned up slightly.

Kurt laughed, and blushed a deep red. "Yeah, it certainly was."

"I'm sorry too, Kurt."

"What for?"

"I should have been stronger. But I just...can't say no to you I guess."

"Let's forget it. Well, not that, but let's forget the stuff that happened afterwards."

"Deal."

"Ok, well. In that case, I had a really nice time last night."

"Me too." Blaine's face broke into a huge grin as the atmosphere lifted. "Wanna do it again sometime?" he asked, feeling giddy with nerves.

"A proper date this time?"

"That's up to you."

"I'd love to." Kurt matched Blaine's grin with one of his own. "Oh, here, I bought you something."

"Kurt, you shouldn't have." Blaine said, as he began to unwrap the small box. Nestled inside was a bright blue bow-tie, the exact color of Kurt's eyes. "It's beautiful Kurt, thank you."

"I missed seeing you wear them," Kurt explained. "I've seen you four times recently and each time you've been in a regular tie. Though I guess a bow-tie isn't appropriate for a funeral. Although you could...Oh God Kurt, shut up now." Kurt blushed again.

"Kurt, it's fine. I love it." Blaine moved to the smaller couch where Kurt was sitting, and kissed him gently on the cheek. Taking his hand, Blaine said quietly. "I stopped wearing them when...we..um, well, when I left. It didn't feel right anymore. Maybe now I have reason to start again?" He asked, hopefully.

Kurt reached up to softly cup Blaine's face.

"Maybe. But before I decide anything, we need to talk about what happened."

"I know we do. You're right." Blaine took a deep breath and began.