A/N Sorry about the wait, things have been really busy. Should be back on schedule now!
Blaine woke the next morning to the feeling of warm sunlight on his face, and soft fingers trailing lightly along his forearm. At some point during the night, the pair had switched positions, and Blaine was now lying on his back, arm around Kurt's shoulders who was resting his head on Blaine's broad chest.
"Morning." He said quietly, looking down at Kurt.
"Mmmm." Kurt replied, leaning up to place a kiss to Blaine's lips as he did so.
"Sleep well?"
"The best. How about you?" Kurt moved to prop himself up on Blaine's chest, so he was able to gaze rather adoringly at the beautiful face before him.
"Likewise. I wasn't kidding when I said I hadn't been sleeping. You belong here, with me." Blaine squeezed his arms around Kurt to emphasize his point.
"Lovely as that is, right now I belong in the bathroom, or else you might regret letting your boyfriend share your bed." Kurt stood up and quickly put on the robe he found on the back of a chair, suddenly feeling a bit conscious of himself being naked in all his morning glory.
When he returned, he found Blaine still laying where he had left him and staring pensively at the ceiling.
"You called me your boyfriend." He said, eyes remaining fixed on the spot he had focused on.
"Erm...well yes. I did." Kurt replied as he scooted back under the covers feeling suddenly fearful. "Is that...is that..."
"It's the Best. Fucking. Thing. Ever." Blaine said with a grin, as he rolled over on top of Kurt and showered his face with kisses."I promise I will be the greatest boyfriend you've ever had. I won't mess this up again, I swear."
Kurt stopped laughing and pulled away slightly.
"Well I'm kinda hoping you'll be the only boyfriend I ever have." Blaine hovered above Kurt, resting his hands either side of his head as he looked at him.
"O...k" Blaine said slowly, before rolling to one side. "So you wanna have this conversation now, before things move on?"
"Maybe. I don't know. I'm scared, to be honest." Kurt bit his bottom lip and looked at Blaine with wide eyes.
"What are you scared about?"
"Hearing that you've a long list of jealous exes who will kick my ass for one thing."
Blaine's chuckle resonated through his chest as he pulled Kurt into his arms.
"Kurt. My mom and dad have spent the last four years desperately trying to set me up with every available, wealthy girl in North America. When I haven't been suffering through their boring dinner parties, trying to engage in conversation with a perfectly pleasant, but mind numbingly boring blonde, I've been taking Melanie, Amber, Leah, or whoever out for dinner so my dad can try and win a contract."
"Oh."
"So you don't need to worry about any ex-boyfriends, because there aren't any. I'm not innocent, I'll admit. There have been 'encounters.' But the last person I was in bed with before this, was you. The last person I made love to, was you. It's always been you."
"You keep saying that." Kurt said as he brushed away the tears that had formed at Blaine's heartfelt confession.
"And I'm going to keep saying it until you believe me. Now, what about you?" Blaine asked, trying to act nonchalant when in reality he was filled with nerves.
"Um..well...at first there was nothing. I mean, I really just wanted to be alone. I couldn't even focus on myself let alone anyone else. About six months ago this guy at work- Scott- asked me out on a date. He had been asking on a weekly basis for months. Only this time I said yes." Kurt shifted uncomfortably as he avoided Blaine's burning gaze.
"And?"
"And we've been out a few times since."
"Well, how often is a few?" Blaine asked, the pitch of his voice going higher as his stomach plummeted. "I mean, what is it between you? Are you in a relationship? Does he stay over? Have you..."
"Blaine! Calm down. Just hear me out will you." Kurt sighed and gave Blaine a pointed look before continuing. "We've maybe been out a dozen times. I don't know. He has never even seen my apartment. We usually go for dinner or to watch a movie straight from work. He's a good guy and I like his company, but that's where it ends for me."
"For you maybe, what about him?" Blaine grumbled.
"I think he feels the same. We haven't discussed it because we usually stick to talking about work, or music. Honestly though, if either of us had thought there was anything there don't you think we would have worked a bit harder?"
"Have you told him about me?"
"I did mention you, yes. He wanted to know why I kept saying no to him, so I told him briefly about us. I think you'd like him."
"I know I wouldn't."
"Blaine..."
"What? I'm pissed off that someone else got what I always wanted to keep as mine. And it's my fault." He pouted.
"I am yours, silly. And I never said I had sex with him."
"You didn't?" Blaine perked up at this bit of news.
"No. Not unless you count a drunken blow job when..."
"LALALALALA!" Blaine shouted, putting his hands over his ears. "Not listening. No sex was enough for me, I don't need to know any more."
Laughing, Kurt pulled Blaine's hands away.
"You're adorable when you're jealous, you know that? But please, understand that there is nothing between Scott and I. I have only ever had one boyfriend, and that was you. Now I have one again. And that is also you."
Blaine grinned as he rolled on top of Kurt once more.
"Ok baby. But you know I'm never going to like him though, right?" he replied. Without waiting for an answer, he leaned down to kiss the beautiful man trapped helplessly beneath him.
"So it's just been us...for both of us." Kurt said in a whisper, his eyes filling with tears.
"Yes." Blaine managed to choke out, as his own tears spilled from his eyes. Slowly, he leaned down again and captured Kurt's mouth in a soft, but passionate kiss.
Kurt immediately responded, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck as he pulled him closer. His breathing quickened as Blaine smoothed his hands up Kurt's sides, then transferred his lips to place kisses to every inch of smooth, pale skin he could find. He worked his way down Kurt's chest, stopping at each nipple to suck and bite gently, causing Kurt to whimper softly below him.
The two men melted together in a slow but passionate frenzy of touches and kisses, taking time to reconnect with each others bodies. Kurt rolled Blaine over gently and placed tender kisses along his jaw.
"Kurt...this is... just..." Blaine managed to let out, before he gasped at the feeling of teeth grazing over his sensitive neck. Kurt pulled back to look at him, eyes dark with a need that could only be met by the man beneath him.
"Make love to me, Blaine. Please. I need you." Blaine nodded, the question of 'Are you sure' not needing to be asked, the answer was written plainly on Kurt's face.
They took their time, neither one wanting this moment to end. Blaine gently worked Kurt open, as he writhed above him, moaning softly. Blaine pulled back to look at Kurt hesitantly.
"Um...Kurt, if we haven't...with anyone else, do we...I mean..." Blaine tried to finish but couldn't, the knowledge that he was still the only person to be this intimate with Kurt overwhelming him.
"Condoms?" Kurt asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes. I mean, if you'd prefer then..."
"No." Kurt whispered, sitting up to place a kiss to the side of Blaine's jaw. "I want you. All of you. Just as you are."
Blaine pulled Kurt into his lap gently, positioning himself so he was pressing against Kurt's entrance. Looking deep into his now very dark blue eyes, Blaine spoke in a low voice.
"I love you, Kurt."
Kurt locked his hands around Blaine's neck, not breaking the gaze as he sank slowly down.
"I love you too. Always have...oh! Always will."
The two men rocked together for a while, the tension building until the slow pace was no longer enough for either of them. Blaine started to thrust upwards faster and faster, as Kurt threw his head back with a shout of Blaine's name. He understood, and with one hand supporting Kurt's back, he wrapped the other around his hard cock. A few strokes was all it took, and then they were coming together, with cries of 'I love you' echoing on each others lips.
They sank slowly back into the bed, as Blaine eased out of Kurt as softly as he could.
"Wow." Blaine said with a grin as he rolled onto his side to gather Kurt in his arms. "Kurt...are you crying? What's wrong?" The concern in his voice was evident as he reached out.
"Nothing is wrong," Kurt sniffed as he turned to bury his head into the crook of Blaine's neck. "that's the point."
"I don't get it."
"It's all perfect Blaine. Right now, here, in this moment I'm so completely happy with you."
"Why do I sense a 'but' coming here?" Blaine asked, as he twisted to try and look at Kurt's face.
"But it's not going to last. I don't mean us," Kurt added hurriedly as he felt Blaine tense."I mean this blissful ignorance of the wider world. You're going to have to go back to New York at some point."
"Kurt, look at me." Blaine lifted Kurt's chin up, forcing him to make eye contact before he continued. "When I arrived in London, I didn't even know if I'd be able to find you. And then when I did, I didn't know if you would even listen to me. I can't believe that we are lucky enough to be here together, and that I am able to look at you and touch you, and tell you that I love you. Yes, I will have to go back at some point. But let's cross that when we come to it. Right now I just want to make the most of every second we have together, so that when we are apart I can relive it all."
"Hmm. I guess you're right." Kurt replied as he snuggled deeper into Blaine's hold. "Though it pains me to say it."
"I'm always right."
"Except for when you're wrong."
Blaine laughed as he wrapped his arms tighter around Kurt and placed a soft kiss to the top of his head. They were still for a while, both absorbed in the patterns of heartbeats and soft breathing, until they were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Did you order food?" Kurt asked as he sat up.
"No. Don't worry about it. It's probably housekeeping. I'll get rid of them." Blaine said as he pulled on a robe and walked towards the door.
"Dude." David announced by way of greeting as he strode past Blaine and into the suite. "I'll call you later, you said. Twenty four frickin hours ago. Seriously man. It's like you and him exist in some sort of other dimension or something. What happened, huh?"
"I um...uh...well."
"Oh God. Pull yourself together man. I'm gonna go pee, then you can fill me in." David headed towards the bedroom, pushing open the door and walking straight through. In his haste to use the bathroom, he completely missed a very obviously naked Kurt staring shocked and open mouthed from the bed.
"Blaine Anderson, get in here. Now!" Kurt hissed. Blaine appeared in the doorway with a smile on his face.
"What is it?"
"What is it? What is it?" Kurt asked incredulously. "Your goofball friend just walked straight through here and is now in the bathroom. And I am naked in your bed."
"So?" Blaine stood there clad only in a robe, still with a silly grin.
"Get me my clothes Blaine." Kurt's eyes narrowed at him.
"Your clothes are in the bathroom." Blaine said, trying to suppress a laugh as Kurt fell backwards onto the bed.
"Get me something else then, anything." He pleaded.
"Don't worry about it baby." Blaine said as he crawled up the bed, "I prefer you without anyway." He began to seek out Kurt's lips with his own. Resistance was futile, it seemed.
"You- kiss- may, but I doubt- kiss- that he- kiss- does. Now please- kiss- Blaine, oh God...yes, right there."
Blaine had suddenly moved his lips to bite down hard on Kurt's neck. Long fingers tangled wildly in dark curls, as Kurt arched his neck to give Blaine better access. Caught in the moment, the flush and sound of the bathroom door opening went unnoticed by both men.
"FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY! DO YOU TWO NEVER STOP?" David yelled as the couple pulled apart. Kurt tried desperately to smooth his bed hair, and hold the sheets around himself. Realising he didn't have enough hands to do both, he settled for decency over style on this occasion.
"Where did you have him stashed, Blaine? Has he been here all night?" There was no response from Blaine, other than a goofy but completely adorable grin.
"You don't even have the decency to look ashamed, Blaine Warbler."
"Nope."
"Huh. So. You gonna treat him right this time?" David asked as he stared at a very red Kurt who fiddled with the bedsheets.
"Oh, David, it wasn't him. It was me...I" Blaine started to say, before David cut him off.
"I meant you, dumbass. Are you going to do things right this time, or are you going to mess it up again? Because honestly I don't think I can deal with anymore late night calls where I have to listen to you lamenting over what a crap boyfriend you were." David stopped, hands on hips as he switched his glare to Blaine.
"I'm going to try. I can only promise that." Blaine replied, looking at Kurt to try and gauge his reaction. He smiled softly at his very obviously uncomfortable boyfriend, unable to reach out to him for fear of losing his grip on the sheets.
"Good. Well anyway. I came by to see if you're still alive and to invite you to dinner tonight, if you can stop sucking on that," he pointed at Kurt, "for long enough. You're invited too Kurt, if you wear some clothes. I assume you now come as a pair." David said, before holding his hand up to silence Blaine. "You know what? Don't answer that. Just meet us at Nobu at 8:30, Sarah wants Japanese for some reason. Laters!" He called, heading out the door.
Blaine sat down on the edge of the bed, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Well that was...interesting." Kurt said from behind him. "Who's Sarah?"
"His wife. Who we are apparently now dining with tonight."
"Well that's ok, isn't it? I mean I know David is...well...David, but I'd like to meet his wife. And I love Nobu."
"It's not that. I just...I'm not here for long and I kind of wanted it to be just us." Blaine said with a pout, as Kurt crawled across the bed to pull him into a hug.
"Oh honey, you can't blame your friend for wanting to catch up with you. Look, I've got to go into work for a while, finish up a few sketches. Meet me there later, then we can spend some time together before dinner, ok?" Blaine nodded, reluctantly. "And then maybe," Kurt continued, "if you stop behaving like a petulant child, I'll take you back to my apartment tonight and fuck your brains out." He finished brightly as he jumped up from the bed, swatting playfully at Blaine's outstretched arms as he moved towards the bathroom.
Blaine insisted on walking Kurt to work, even though it was only ten minutes away. That was ten minutes more they could spend together, and Blaine was anxious to be with Kurt as much as he could. He held tightly to Kurt's hand as they walked along the street.
"Stop fussing with your hair, you look perfect." Blaine said with a smile.
"I can't help it, I'm used to my own products, it feels weird with your gel stuff in it. It's too heavy and now it won't sit right." Kurt moaned.
"Now who's being a child?" Blaine remarked, earning him a playful slap on the arm. "We're here now, anyway."
"Yes. And look at me. Wearing the same clothes I arrived in yesterday. They'll all notice, you know." Kurt continued to sulk, although there was a sparkle to his eyes that had most definitely not been present when he arrived at work the day before.
"Don't worry about it. If anyone asks, just say it's because you were too busy having sex." Blaine said, placing a chaste kiss to Kurt's cheek. "Now, I'll be back in a couple of ok?"
"Yes, Laura will be ecstatic no doubt. Just ask her to stop talking and show you to my office." Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and kissed him deeply on the lips. "I love you."
Blaine made to reply, before noticing they were being watched.
"Can I help you?" He asked the young man who was rooted to the sidewalk, staring.
"Kurt?" the man enquired, head tilted to one side.
"Oh crap." Kurt mumbled, pulling away from Blaine. He cleared his throat and smoothed his hands down his jeans before saying nervously, "Blaine Anderson, meet Scott Johnson."