A very tired and groggy looking Blaine stumbled into the kitchen to find Kurt and his Dad nursing long empty coffee cups. Kurt's eyes were red, and he looked pale and drawn.

"Hey." Kurt's voice cracked as he spoke, Blaine could tell his tears had only just subsided.

"Hey. So what time is it?" Blaine asked as he mussed his curls.

"Just after nine. We saved you dinner. I thought it was better to let you sleep."

"Thanks." Blaine stood unmoving in the kitchen. He suddenly felt very awkward, having clearly interrupted a conversation between father and son. Eventually Burt cleared his throat and stood up as he spoke.

"Right, well I'm just gonna leave you two boys to it. I'll be watching tv if you want me." He walked over to Blaine and pulled him into a tight embrace. "I'm really proud of you today son, I know it can't have been easy. Let's hope things get better from now on huh?"

"Yeah, thank you Burt." Blaine clapped him on the back and smiled warmly at him.

"No worries kid. Remember, we love you. Both of you." he added with a look at Kurt.

"So...what was all that about?" Blaine asked as he pulled out a chair.

"Oh...nothing." Kurt said. Blaine sat still, waiting for Kurt to add something, but he didn't. Instead he pushed away from the table and busied himself warming Blaine's dinner.

"Kurt, have I done something?" Blaine asked after a while, his voice timid and uncertain.

"What? Oh my God, no! Of course not. Why would you think that?" Kurt rushed to him and climbed into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around Blaine's neck.

"Well it's just...hold on, let me breathe here." he unwound Kurt's arms and shifted him so he was straddling Blaine's legs. Looking into Kurt's bright blue eyes, he continued. "It's just when I walked in I obviously interrupted something, you're clearly upset yet you won't tell me what it is."

"Oh Blaine. It's not you. Well, it was about you, but it's nothing bad. I was just filling my Dad in on how things had gone, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind. How did you think it went?"

"Better than I thought it would I guess. I think..." Kurt mused as he played with Blaine's curls"...I think things will work out ok. I don't know if you'll ever have the warmest of relationships with your mom, if I'm honest, but at least there will be something there. And I really got the impression that she was going to try and work through all this with Cooper and you. I guess for the first time I really got that she does love you both, in her own inimitable style."

Blaine chuckled softly. "I think you're right. I feel relieved, now I've told her. Like a huge weight has been lifted. The only way is forward now. No looking back."

"No."

"I wonder how Cooper will take all this?"

"Knowing Cooper, he'll probably bounce back pretty quickly," Kurt commented, "and don't forget he's got Mindy there to support him. Maybe you should fly out there after your mom has spoken to him The time together would do you good."

"Maybe we should."

"We?"

"Well I'm not going to go without you, Cooper would kill me for a start. And just as he needs Mindy, I need you." He gave Kurt's lips a chaste kiss and smiled as they parted. "So..." he said pulling back, laughing as Kurt whined his protest, "What were the tears for?"

"Oh...that. Just silly stuff I guess."

"Try me."

"I just...I don't want to go back to London. Every time I've been home I've always wanted to leave again, even though I miss my family like crazy. But now, for the first time ever I really, really don't want to leave."

"You don't want to leave Lima?"

"You. I don't want to leave you."

"So don't."

"Excuse me?"

"Come back to New York with me." Blaine looked at Kurt earnestly, full of so much hope and longing that Kurt couldn't stand to hear himself utter the words that were to come.

"I can't. I'm sorry, but I just can't."

"Work?" Blaine asked softly, running his hands gently up and down Kurt's sides to show he understood.

"Yeah. I mean Laura seems to think that I could do pretty much what I wanted as long as I continue to turn the designs in on time, but I can't just stay away from now until the New Year. That's not fair on all the junior designers, I mean they're desperate for an opportunity like mine, what kind of example would I be setting to them by taking liberties like that?

Anyway, you'll be busy working and everything, you're not going to want me cluttering up the place."

"Kurt I would welcome you and your clutter anytime. But I understand if you can't. It's not that long until Christmas I guess." Blaine tried to smile even though he felt disappointed.

Kurt sighed heavily and moved over to take Blaine's dinner from the oven. He set it down in front of him and watched as Blaine murmured his thanks and began to eat.

"You know what? Fuck it!" Kurt said suddenly, slamming his palm down on the table and causing Blaine to drop his silverware in surprise. "I'm coming back to New York with you."

"You're what?"

"You heard. I'll come back with you. It'll just be for a week or so, I really do have to go back to London before Christmas, but I'm not ready to be apart from you again so soon."

"You're sure?"

"Do you have somewhere I can work on my designs while you're in the office?"

"Sure, you can take over one of the bedrooms and use it as a studio if you'd like."

"One of? How many bedrooms do you have?"

"Uh...five. But that's not the point. You're coming back with me? I really get to take you home to New York?"

"Yes."

"When you go back to London, can I come too?"

"If you want!" Kurt answered, eyes bright with excited tears.

"That would mean..."

"That we wouldn't be apart until after New Years." Kurt interrupted.

"That ok with you?" Blaine asked.

"It's more than ok" Kurt beamed. "How about you?"

"I think it sounds completely perfect." Blaine said standing and pulling Kurt into his arms. He kissed him hard, with such force that the air was expelled from his lungs, before picking him up and spinning around giddily. "I love you!"

"Holy Shit Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed loudly as he walked into Blaine's apartment with wide eyes. "this is just...huge!" he spun on the spot slowly with his arms outstretched.

"Yeah. It's ok I guess." Blaine said, putting their bags down and walking over to join his boyfriend.

"Ok? It's amazing."

"I prefer your apartment actually. This never feels much like home."

"Well mine is pretty awesome I agree, but this is something else. God, I didn't know it would feel this good to be back in the city." Kurt said breathlessly as he gazed out the huge windows overlooking Central Park.

"It's good to have you here with me." Blaine said as he wrapped his arms around Kurt and hooked his chin over his shoulder.

"Hey, is our coffee shop still there? The one by mine and Rachel's old apartment?"

"I don't know." Blaine answered, "For one, I've never had much reason to visit Bushwick since I moved here, and I also didn't particularly want reminding of all my visits."

"I used to count the days until you'd be coming to stay," Kurt recollected fondly. "We had some good times in this city."

"We did."

"It's weird to think that we've both lived here, but never at the same time, or together."

"Maybe we could one day." Blaine said softly as he placed feather light kisses to Kurt's neck.

"I think I'd like that." Kurt replied before turning to capture Blaine's lips with his own.

They stayed standing in front of the tall windows, they were high enough that no one could see in, and took their time to kiss lazily, exploring each others mouths and running their hands softly over any part of each other they could reach. Eventually Blaine pulled back, his lips swollen and eyes wide.

"Wow." he breathed. "You get more amazing with everyday, you know that?"

"Well yes, but it's always nice to hear it again." Kurt quipped as he walked backward towards the enormous couch, pulling Blaine with him. He expected him to fall down alongside him, but he sank to his knees instead.

"What are you..." Kurt started before Blaine cut him off.

"Shh, relax. I'm just making you feel welcome." Blaine nuzzled Kurt's crotch, erection straining against his jeans, and moved his hand to tackle the intricate belt buckle.

"Oh Jesus." Kurt threw his head back against the couch and closed his eyes, opening them again a moment later when he felt Blaine's hands tugging down his jeans and briefs.

"Totally perfect." Blaine whispered as he gazed at Kurt's long, hard cock before leaning forward and licking from the base all the way to the tip. Kurt's hands flew into Blaine's thick dark curls as he struggled to keep his hips from bucking upwards. Swirling his tongue around the head a few times, Blaine slowly, teasingly sank his mouth down around him.

"Holy shit that feels good!" Kurt exclaimed as he gave up trying to keep still and pushed himself deeper into Blaine's throat, who hummed decadently. Building up a rhythm quickly, Blaine listened as Kurt came undone.

"Oh fuck Blaine, yes! Look at you. You look so good sucking my cock baby. You like taking it don't you?" he rambled. Blaine could only hum in response as he tried to palm himself roughly through his pants, desperate for any kind of friction because- fuck- hearing Kurt talking like that went straight to his cock. He looked up through his long dark lashes and held his finger up to Kurt's mouth, who took it eagerly and began sucking hard. Blaine kept up his relentless pace as he took his finger from Kurt's mouth and pressed it against his tight hole instead.

"Fuck Blaine! Yes!" Kurt cried as Blaine's wet finger trailed around his entrance before pushing in. He worked Kurt open, hearing his cries of pleasure as he crooked three fingers and rubbed over his prostate.

"Oh fuck baby, yes! There! Don't stop. Oh God!" with a final shout Kurt came hard down Blaine's throat, hips stuttering and legs shaking as his orgasm rolled through him in relentless waves. Eventually he sank back against the couch and attempted to get his breathing under control. Opening his eyes he focused on Blaine, who looked utterly wrecked as he frantically undid his pants and took himself in his hand.

"God Kurt, you have no idea what you do to me." he panted as he stroked himself roughly. It was too dry, and too fast but Blaine was too far gone to care.

"I think I can guess." Kurt said with a sly smile. "Here." he pushed his boyfriend gently back onto the floor. Removing Blaine's hand, he licked softly around the head, all the while pumping his hard cock in his hand. "Come for me." he whispered, and with that Blaine's hips jerked as hot white ropes of come spilled onto Kurt's lips and hand.

"Fuck." Blaine moaned as his head thumped back onto the floor. He groaned as he watched Kurt lick the come from his fingers, before he leant over Blaine and kissed him deeply.

"You're just...you're just..." Blaine trailed off, unable to form a cohesive sentence.

"Amazing. I know." Kurt finished for him as he fastened both their pants once more. "But so are you. I love you so much."

"Hmm. I love you too." Blaine said as he pulled Kurt into his arms.

"Do you think we could maybe cuddle on the couch instead of the floor?" Kurt asked as he wriggled out of Blaine's embrace.

Blaine chuckled softly. "Sure. Or I could actually show you the rest of the apartment and then we could cuddle in bed and watch movies?"

"Can we get takeout?"

"Of course."

"Then yes." Kurt decided, and slipping his hand in Blaine's he allowed himself to be led around the apartment.

After the grand tour had been conducted, (which had taken much longer than expected because the pair kept stopping for mini makeout sessions in each room) they both changed into pyjamas despite it being barely dark outside, and climbed under the covers of Blaine's enormous bed.

"So you approve?" Blaine asked as Kurt rested his head on his shoulder.

"I love it. Though I may have to make some changes to the decor."

Blaine laughed. "I knew it. You can do what you want. I just paid a firm to do it all for me when I bought it, I'm not really interested in all that."

"No Blaine, I know." Kurt deadpanned. "Ok. Movie time." he settled back as Blaine pressed the remote. Just as the familiar Disney castle appeared on the screen, Kurt's phone buzzed with a text.

"Ugh." he said as he read the words on screen. "Go away Rachel."

"What does she want?"

"She's decided to hold a New Years Party in the Auditorium of McKinley. Kind of a New Directions reunion, she says. Wants to know if we'll go." he started typing a response as Blaine spoke.

"Why don't we?"

"Are you kidding me? We're spending New Years here. We decided."

"I know, but we can change our plans. It's no big deal. And it'd be good to see everyone again."

"Really? That's what you want to do for New Years, go to a party at a high school hosted by one Rachel Berry?"

"Well she's Rachel Hudson now, she's your sister-in-law and supposed best friend."

"You know what I mean."

"Yes. I do want to go. I think it'll be fun. Your Dad and Carole won't mind us staying a few more days."

"They'll be thrilled."

"And you?"

"If you want to go we can go I guess." Kurt huffed as he folded his arms across his chest.

"You'll enjoy it. We can flaunt our love in everyone's faces." Blaine coaxed.

"That's true." Kurt mused, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. "Ok, we'll go."

"Hey mom, it's me."

"Blaine! You called!" his mom sounded genuinely delighted to hear his voice, and it made Blaine smile in response.

"Of course I did. I said I would."

"I know. But still. Thank you. So...are you working today?" Cynthia asked. She sounded nervous, Blaine thought to himself.

"Yes. I'm going there shortly. I thought I'd call you before I left."

"Long day ahead?"

"Not if I can help it. I bought Kurt back with me for a week or so. He's got work to do as well, but I don't want to leave him alone for too long."

"Oh. I see." There was an uncomfortable silence and Blaine braced himself for the homophobic slurs he felt sure were coming his way, but was pleasantly surprised when he heard; "That's nice. That you could spend some more time together."

"Yes. It is."

"He lives in London then?"

"Yes. He's a fashion designer at Burberry."

"Oh, I adore Burberry!" his mom exclaimed.

Blaine laughed. "Careful mom, you're in danger of actually liking him."

Cynthia was quiet for a moment, before she spoke softly in response. "I told you both. I can see you love each other... I am trying, Blaine."

"I know you are. Thank you."

"I'm going to LA on Wednesday."

"Really? That's good mom. Does Cooper know why?"

"I told him I need to talk to him face to face. Of course then he urged me to tell him over the phone, but I said he needs to wait."

"Patience never was his strong point."

"No. Well anyway. I better let you get to work. I..well...thank you. For calling.

"That's ok. Um...we're coming to Ohio for Christmas. Maybe we could see you then?"

"Both of you?"

"Yes."

"Yes. I think I'd like that."

"Ok. And mom?"

"Yes?"

"I hope it all goes well, with Cooper."

"Thank you darling," his mom whispered with tears in her eyes.

"Good morning beautiful." Blaine placed soft kisses to Kurt's back as he lay face down asleep on the bed.

"Mmmph" was the only response he got as Kurt shifted slightly.

"I'm going to work ok? Help yourself to anything. I'll call you later." he reached under the cover and gave Kurt's smooth ass a sharp smack.

"Ow!" Kurt yelped, suddenly very much awake. "You bastard! That really hurt." he shoved Blaine playfully then rubbed his backside. "I'm still really sore."

"Your fault, shouldn't be so damn irresistible. Love you, see you later." he gave Kurt's pout a quick kiss before leaving. He was just leaving his building when his phone buzzed with a text.

From: Kurt.

To: Blaine

I'm going to rip that suit off you when you get home.

"Ah! Lover boy returns!" Becky called as she ran to Blaine and flung her arms around his neck. "Thank you for my flowers, and Laura says thank you for hers too. I literally have no spare vase or mug left in my apartment, they're beautiful."

"And well deserved." Blaine added as he squeezed her tightly. "I'm sure I should be mad that you've spent so much work time on the phone to England, but it was totally worth it so you're off the hook."

"So Thanksgiving was good then?"

"The best."

"You don't seem as sad as I thought you would be." Becky said as she trailed Blaine into his office and began opening the blinds as usual.

"I'm not." Blaine smiled smugly. "Mainly because Kurt is, at this present time, asleep in my bed."

"He's in New York?"

"Yes."

"Oh my God, this is huge!" Becky shrieked, clapping her hands together.

"Yeah, it is quite something I guess," he grinned. "I'm going back to London with him for a few days before Christmas too."

"So is he thinking about moving here full time?"

"I don't know. Possibly. But he loves his job, and I don't want to force him to quit."

"I bet he would though, if you asked him."

"I'm not going to do that to him Becky."

"You're your own worst enemy, I hope you know that. So what, you're just going to carry on being insanely happy when you're together and miserable when you're apart?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. Ugh." Blaine ran his hands through his hair as he sat down at his desk. "It's all so frustrating. He's the one. I know that, I've always known that. Something needs to change."

"That something being you need to live together in the same country." Becky interjected.

"Exactly."

"Would you move to England if he wanted you to?"

"I'd do anything." Blaine replied with a lovesick smile.

Becky rolled her eyes fondly and left, closing Blaine's door behind her. Sitting down at her computer, she immediately opened google chat.

B- Laura, are you there?

L- But of course. How are you?

B- Good. Kurt is here.

L- In the office? Are they fucking?

B- No, he's in New York. In Blaine's bed.

L- Oh. Well I guess it answers my 'has anyone seen Kurt' question. I've been trying to call him.

B- So Blaine says he's the one.

L- Well, duh.

B- But someone's got to move.

L- I repeat, duh. Kurt should move.

B- Why?

L- Blaine has his business established there, he can't practise over here without taking the British bar exams and it'd take him years to build what he already has in New York.

B- What about Kurt's job?

L- Pfft. Please. He's too good to work for someone. He needs to go it alone. He likes it here, but he's too stifled.

B- I think we need to intervene.

L- Again?

B- Again.

A/N Just a heads up, there are two more chapters left and then a short epilogue. I know I don't like it when a fic ends abruptly so I thought I'd warn you all. Thanks for continuing to read and review :)