Both men melted into the soft, chaste kiss, needing to be close to one another. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and pulled him into his side as he leaned back on the couch. He softly cupped Blaine's cheek with one hand, lifting his face gently so they were eye to eye.

"Thank you." He said simply, quietly. Blaine leaned into the warmth of Kurt's touch, and closed his eyes.

"I know how hard that was for you to talk about," Kurt continued, "And I'm glad you told me. I just wish that you'd told me four years ago."

"I know. And so do I. But I just couldn't...or didn't know how. I'm so sorry. You must be so disappointed in me."

"Actually, I don't think I am. I won't lie, I am hurt that you didn't think you could come to me about this, and I'm certainly upset about the way you ended things...but disappointed? No. You always want to do things right, Blaine. You're so goddamn noble about everything, and actually it's one of your best qualities. So no, I couldn't be disappointed that you tried to do right by everyone.

This isn't over though- you do realize that? I mean, you've taken a huge step by telling me the truth, but you need to decide where you go from here."

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked.

"Well, Cooper for a start. Are you ever going to tell him, and are you prepared for how he may react if you do? And your mom, I mean, I know I'm no fan but you've got to realize that finding out that your Dad blackmailed you is going to be pretty tough."

"What do you think I should do?"

"I don't know. I can't come up with a magic answer to all of this for you Blaine. But I can be there for you, to talk things through and help you with all of this."

"Thank you." Blaine paused. "Kurt...I have to ask...what about us? Where do we go from here?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I think it's quite clear that we're both miserable when we're apart...but can we make it work?"

"Would you maybe like to try and find out?" Blaine asked, eyes full of hope.

"Why Mr. Anderson, I do believe I would." Kurt said in his best southern belle voice, both men laughing before they fell into a tight hug.

"We take this slow though, ok?" Kurt said warily as he pulled back. "No more clothes off until we are both ready and sure about this."

"I can live with that," Blaine said as he grinned, "That's why they invented masturbation."

"Oh no you didn't!" Kurt laughed.

"I did." Blaine replied, looking very pleased with himself,

"Come on," Kurt said as he picked up his messenger bag, "You promised me a date."

Heady with excitement and anxious to forget the heavy weight of the last few hours, Kurt and Blaine found themselves unable to stop smiling at one another as they left the hotel. As Blaine tentatively reached out for his hand, Kurt found himself marvelling at how something as simple as holding hands could make his breath hitch and his heartbeat quicken. The spark hadn't gone unnoticed by Blaine either, who tightened his grip around Kurt's fingers and smiled coyly. Sure, they still had a long way to go, and no doubt a rocky path ahead of them, but right now this was the most incredible feeling in the world, and he didn't intend on letting Kurt go again.

"Where are we going anyway?" Blaine asked as they walked down the street. "I know I asked you out, but I really don't know anywhere here."

"We are going to spend the afternoon being tourists, Blaine." Kurt replied with a smile "Well, you are a tourist anyway. And technically I suppose I am too, seeing as I never really allow myself time to enjoy the city. I tend to busy myself with work- it can be quite the distraction I find." Kurt looked embarrassed by his words, not needing to add the reason why he had needed such an escape.

"Likewise," Blaine reassured him, "My assistant is always telling me to take time off and relax. But I don't. Speaking of which, don't you have to work today?"

"I did. I've been in, but left to come find you. To be honest, as a designer they don't really mind the hours you keep, so long as you turn the work in on time and show up for meetings."

"So...does that mean that we could potentially spend more time together this week?"

"Potentially it does, yes." Kurt said with a cheeky wink before coming to a halt. "Here we are," He sang brightly.

"That's a bus, Kurt." Blaine deadpanned, turning to look at him.

"I can see that, thank you. Now hop on board!" Kurt said with a flourish.

"Now that's an invitation I can't resist!" Blaine quipped, as he jumping onto the bus and heading upstairs to the open deck, leaving a blushing Kurt to follow in his wake.

As he emerged from the staircase, Kurt found Blaine sat at the front, grinning like a child. Looking around he noticed that they had the entire deck to themselves.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say Mr. suave and sophisticated is excited about a London bus tour." Kurt nudged Blaine playfully in the ribs as he sat down.

"You'd be right. I don't think I've ever been on a bus. And everyone associates London with big red buses right? I can't wait to tell Cooper. He'll be jealous." Worry briefly clouded Blaine's features as he mentioned his brothers name, but was soon replaced with a bright smile. Kurt noticed, but chose not to mention it, giving Blaine's hand a reassuring squeeze instead as the bus tour began.

The two men relaxed in each others company as the bus went around the City. Blaine took pictures of everything on his phone, and plenty of himself and Kurt pulling goofball faces at the camera. As the bus drew to a stop outside Buckingham Palace, Blaine put his phone in his jacket pocket and turned to Kurt.

"I have to say," he began as he put his arm around Kurt's shoulders, "this is the best first date ever."

"It's hardly a first date," Kurt said as he played with the buttons on Blaine's jacket, "I seem to remember our first date was ten years ago at the Lima Bean."

"Ok then...this is the best first date that is not a first date ever."

"That's better" Kurt murmured as he leant in for a kiss. He paused, just inches from Blaine's lips, watching as the dark haired man subconsciously ran his tongue across them before gently tilting his head.

They jumped apart suddenly, shocked by the loud clatter of several pairs of feet running up the stairs. Before they knew what was happening, the entire top deck was filled with the excited chatter and shrieks from a party of school children, and one desperate teacher trying to make herself heard above the rabble. Laughing, Kurt moved to rest his head on Blaine's shoulder as he shook his head in disbelief. When they reached the Houses of Parliament, the men alighted and enjoyed taking more pictures outside Big Ben, before wandering down the steps to the river and catching a boat tour.

"You can see my building from here," Kurt commented as they neared Tower Bridge. Just over there, look."

"Ah, yes," Blaine said as he focused on the apartments, sunlight glinting off the glass. "I seem to remember the view was pretty spectacular."

"It was from where I was standing," Kurt replied boldly. Blaine shifted uncomfortably as his pants became tight, and just managed to resist letting out a whimper as he thought back to that frenzied night.

"Oh I'm sorry, did I say something I shouldn't have?" Kurt asked with mocking wide-eyed innocence. Blaine stared intently at the water passing them by as he desperately tried to calm his growing hardness. Suddenly, Kurt's hand found his thigh, long fingers caressing firmly, as they inched ever closer to his groin.

"Kuuurt," Blaine moaned softly, "I thought you said we weren't going to do this..." Blaine trailed off, unable to finish as Kurt's fingers gently traced the outline of his cock.

Looking around the crowded deck to make sure no-one was watching, Kurt squeezed briefly before leaning over and whispering in Blaine's ear.

"I said no clothes off. Unless I'm very much mistaken, we are still fully dressed." He nipped at Blaine's earlobe, causing him to shudder before turning to look resolutely ahead, a small smile playing at his lips.

"Oh, you're in trouble later, Hummel." Blaine growled as he removed Kurt's hand and placed it back on his own leg.

"I look forward to it," he replied with a wink.

The couple found themselves stopping for dinner at a tiny little Italian restaurant tucked away in a small side street. As Blaine let his foot caress Kurt's ankle before creeping slowly higher, the two men locked eyes over the top of their menus. The spark was instant. Kurt's pupils were blown wide with lust as he bit his bottom lip, and Blaine tried hard to regulate his breathing. Once Blaine had ordered who knew what for both of them, Kurt snapped his menu shut. Leaning across the table he arched an eyebrow as he whispered hopefully to Blaine.

"Men's room?"

Blaine chuckled and shook his head.

"Take it slow, remember."

"Son of a..."

"Hey, it wasn't me who made that rule! Although, for what it's worth, I do think it is sensible. If somewhat hard." Blaine emphasised the last word as his bare foot pressed at the bulge in Kurt's pants.

"Looks like we're both in trouble later." Kurt said as he sipped his wine. Blaine smirked as the pair settled down to eat.

The rest of the dinner passed in a haze of flirtatious looks and comments from both parties. They chose to split a bowl of ice cream after their pasta, taking it in turns to spoon it into one another's mouths, paying no heed to the fact that they were in public, and their dessert sharing was bordering on pornagraphic. All that mattered to each of them was the other, living in the here and now and revelling in the happiness brought on by being together again.

Blaine paid the bill and they left, emerging into the cold night air and taking pleasure in the fact that the chill forced them to huddle together for warmth as they searched for a cab. Once safely inside, the driver asked for directions. Both men looked uncertainly at each other. Blaine cleared his throat and blushed as he broke the silence.

"Would you like to...um..."

"Yes." Kurt answered immediately, smiling as he saw Blaine's face light up, eyes shining in the darkness. He gave directions to the driver, then took Kurt's hand as they started towards the hotel.

Once inside, Kurt took his time to wander around the vast suite, marvelling at all the features ("Two bidets, Blaine, two!" ) while Blaine flicked through the numerous tv channels, trying to find something to watch. Eventually, Kurt stopped being awestruck by the mood lighting, and moved over to the couch to sit with Blaine.

"Happy?" Blaine asked as he pulled Kurt towards him.

"You have no idea,"Kurt said as he looked into his eyes, which were shining like liquid amber in the soft light. "Honestly, I can't remember feeling this happy in...well, I can't remember."

"Me too." He replied with a contented sigh. They stayed in each others arms for a while, watching the flickering images on the screen.

"Kurt..." Blaine began softly as he played with a lock of chestnut hair, "can I kiss you?" Kurt turned to look at him, blue eyes turning darker as he registered the emotion in Blaine's voice.

"I thought you'd never ask, I've been waiting all day." He whispered, as he moved closer.

Slowly, oh so teasingly slowly, the two men leaned towards one another. Their lips met softly, in just the tiniest brush of a kiss. Both gasped at the sensation the touch caused. Blaine pressed his lips harder against Kurt's, and he responded eagerly. Oh, if this wasn't the most gentle yet passionate kiss either had ever experienced. The kiss said more than words ever could, and both understood perfectly, in that moment, that their relationship had truly begun again.

They pulled apart after a while, just to look at each other and smile, before leaning back in for more, this time with more urgency and heat. Kurt ran his tongue along Blaine's bottom lip, as his hands tangled in his curls. Blaine opened his mouth to let Kurt in, responding eagerly with a moan deep in his throat. He gently pushed Kurt back into the couch, moving to straddle him as their kisses became ever more passionate.

"Jesus Kurt, you're so beautiful." Blaine pulled back to study the wrecked man breathing hard beneath him. His eyes were black with lust, lips swollen and red. The collar of his checked shirt was open, and Blaine found himself marvelling that the marks covering Kurt's neck were placed there by him only yesterday. So much had passed between then and now...and after the events of yesterday evening, Blaine had doubted he would ever be lucky enough to be in this situation again. He was determined to make the most of this, to get to know Kurt again, inch by inch, kiss by kiss.

Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss to the hollow of Kurt's throat before allowing his tongue to trace along his collarbone. He sucked on the other man's pulse point, which cause Kurt to buck up beneath him. They both paused as the sensation overwhelmed them for a second, before Blaine ground down into Kurt in return.

"Blaine...I...god...you just feel so good." Kurt murmured as Blaine gently kissed over all the marks he could see on Kurt's neck. He bought his hips up to meet Blaine's once more, as both groaned in pleasure. Needing more friction, Blaine quickened his pace as he grinded against Kurt harder, their cocks aligning through their pants perfectly as their lips connected once more. This time it was all clashing teeth and probing tongues, sloppy and messy as pleasure coursed through their bodies.

Kurt was a writhing mess on the couch, feeling heat suddenly starting to build fast as he headed towards orgasm.

"Shit Blaine, I'm gonna...ah..." He gave up trying to explain and started to chant Blaine's name over and over as he came hard, unable to hold back a second longer. Blaine followed almost immediately after, with a shout of his own, before collapsing on top of Kurt as they both panted against one another.

Eventually Blaine lifted his head and placed a kiss to a debauched looking Kurt, before rolling away with a wince at the sensation in his underwear.

"Gross," he muttered.

"What happened to 'taking things slow?'" Kurt said with a sly grin.

"Hey...we're still clothed!" Blaine grinned back blissfully.

"Did we really just come in our underwear as if we were teenagers?" Kurt asked in disbelief.

"We really did." Blaine answered with a laugh. "We could be in the backseat of your navigator all over again. Or the school library. Or the auditorium. Or..."

"Yes, yes ok. We were horny teenagers. Point taken. Looks like not much has changed." Kurt said as he joined Blaine in laughter.

"Oh it has though, Kurt. Now I can ask you to stay with me tonight without fear of your Dad or his shotgun."

"True. And I'd love to." Kurt said as he stood up. "Shower?"

They took their time together in the enormous shower, washing one another with loving care and attention, before drying off in warm fluffy towels. Tired, after an eventful day managed on only a few hours sleep for either of them, they gratefully crawled under the covers of the huge bed as they found one another in the darkness. Kurt curled his warm, naked body around Blaine and pressed a sweet kiss to his temple.

"Thank you" Blaine said quietly.

"What for?"

"For making me complete."

Kurt kissed him again in response, before deep, dreamless sleep claimed them.