A/N- This chapter ran away with me somewhat, so there will now be two more chapters after this one, ok? Ok. :)

It was after six when Blaine finally unlocked the door to his apartment. It had been a short day by his usual standards, but time had dragged and he felt anxious to get home to Kurt. He realized how much he welcomed that feeling. It was nice, to know someone was waiting for you with a warm embrace and soft smiles. To know someone was as eager to hear about your day as you were to hear about theirs. It was a feeling Blaine didn't ever want to lose. They had spent the last nine days together in New York, and were leaving for London in the morning. Blaine had copious amounts of work to get through this evening, a lot of companies wanted their cases settled and closed before the holidays, but he was determined to give Kurt his time too. Finding a work life balance was something he had not had to do before, and it wasn't proving to be all that easy.

"Hi honey, I'm home!" he called out jokingly, as he had done every evening when he returned.

"In here!" came the response.

"Where?"

"Where I usually am!"

Blaine headed down the hallway and pushed open the door at the end. Stepping into the large room, he suppressed a laugh as he saw Kurt emerge from underneath a large roll of fabric, his face flushed and hair awry.

"Well I don't need to ask how you've spent your day." he commented as he took in the line of neatly tailored shirts and jackets hanging in a row. Kurt had spent the first couple of days locked in here, sketching and planning. He liked this room as it afforded the best views of central Park, which proved a welcome distraction at times. At Blaine's absolute insistence, on the third day they had ordered a sewing machine. Kurt had then busied himself walking the garment district, buying the various material he needed to make his sketches a reality. Blaine had been barred from entering ever since, and had obeyed until today.

"Why are you in here?!" Kurt yelped, "Out! Now!" he bustled over to Blaine and spun him around, walking him forcefully towards the door.

"What? Why can't I see?" Blaine implored as he was pushed unceremoniously into the hall.

"Just...go wait in the bedroom." Kurt said with a quick kiss, before closing the door once more. "Oh, and not for the reasons you're thinking." came a muffled yell. "Keep your clothes on please!"

"Damn." Blaine muttered as he sat on the edge of the bed. He loosened his tie slightly and kicked off his shoes.

"Ok, get changed. We're going out." Kurt announced suddenly as he walked in the room.

"What? Where?" Blaine exclaimed.

Something in Blaine's voice made Kurt stop mid-way across the room. "No? You don't want to or..."

"Uh, no it's not that." Blaine scratched the back of his neck lightly. "I've just...got some work to do, that's all. But it can wait."

"Are you sure? Because we don't have to if you're too busy."

"No, really. It's fine. Are you going to tell me where we're going?"

"No."

"I thought not. At least tell me the dress code."

"The dress code..." Kurt said as he stepped back out of the room, "is this." He returned with a flourish, holding up a suit that Blaine had never seen before. It was a very deep plum color, with violet velvet piping around the lapels. Blaine ran the material between his fingers gently, almost reverently.

"Did you make this?" He asked softly.

"Yes. Do you like it?" Kurt asked hopefully. "I hope it fits, I used one of your other suits as a template. You don't have to wear it of course, I just thought.."

"Kurt." Blaine interrupted, "I love it. It's beautiful, and the best gift I've ever been given. Now stop rambling and kiss me."

Kurt did just that, making sure to hold the suit out at arms length so it didn't get crushed. He pulled away when Blaine tried to deepen the kiss. "Oh no you don't. We've got to get ready."

Blaine moaned softly. "Later then." he said with a wicked grin as he headed towards the bathroom. Kurt dug the heel of his palm into his crotch and tried to control his urge to follow his boyfriend into the shower.

"The Plaza? Really?" Blaine asked as he took in his surroundings.

"Is this ok?" Kurt asked, "I expect you've been here a lot."

"Once."

"Oh."

"With my Dad."

"Crap. I'm sorry Blaine."

"When he told me the cancer was terminal."

"Ok. We're not doing this." Kurt turned and started out of the hotel, Blaine ran to catch him.

"No, Kurt please. It's fine. How could you have known that? Honestly, it's not a problem. I want to be here with you."

"Oh God Blaine, I'm so sorry. If I'd had any idea..."

"Please stop Kurt. Believe me when I say I'm fine. I love you so much, and I love that you surprised me like this, the clothes, the restaurant, everything is perfect. I just want to have an amazing evening with you ok?" he wrapped his arms around Kurt then, in the middle of the lobby, and kissed him passionately, not caring who was watching or what their opinions were.

"Ok." Kurt whispered with a soft smile as he rested their foreheads together. "Let's go eat. And then I want to see how that suit looks on the floor of the apartment."

Blaine laughed and allowed himself to be led to the restaurant. After they had ordered, Blaine reached across to take Kurt's hand.

"So, this is only the third dinner date we've had." he mused.

"No it's not. We used to go out for dinner all the time."

"Before we broke up."

"Before we lost sight of each other for a brief period."

Blaine chuckled. "Ok, if that's what you want to call it."

"I do. I'm tired of going over it Blaine. Ok, technically we've been back together for what? A month? But honestly, it feels like we were never apart. I know it didn't at the time," Kurt continued hastily before Blaine could interrupt, "and we've both acknowledged that we were fucking miserable, but being with you again now, I honestly can't remember what that misery felt like."

"I think a wise man once said 'the only way is forward now, no looking back.'" Blaine said gazing into Kurt's eyes.

"He must've been very wise." Kurt replied with a knowing look in his eyes.

"Oh he is."

"And handsome too no doubt?"

"Well apparently he has, and I quote, 'Gorgeously soft curls, sparkly amber eyes and a wickedly seductive grin.' So yeah, tall dark and handsome. Does that do it for you babe?" Blaine rested his chin on his hand as he grinned at Kurt, who threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"Ok Blaine, whatever you say sweetie." he patted his hand as Blaine pouted adorably. "So I was thinking, after this we could go see if that piano bar is still there."

"No," Blaine said quickly, with a sharp edge creeping into his voice. Suddenly the atmosphere seemed to change and Kurt felt uncertain.

"Oh...ok...I guess. Can I ask why?"

"Ugh. Sorry. That came across harsh. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just I have so much work to do before we fly, and I've still got to pack...I was kind of hoping we could go right home. Besides which- I told you, I don't sing anymore."

"Blaine, your voice is beautiful. Anyway, I said we didn't have to come if you were too busy."

"No, I wanted to."

"And I wanted to take you home and fuck your brains out, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen, does it?" Kurt snapped as a shocked waiter placed their dinner in front of them. "Oh my! I am so sorry!" Kurt blushed deeply, "Please pretend like you did not just hear that!" The waiter nodded discretely and retreated silently, leaving Kurt holding his head in his hands.

"Are you ok?" Blaine asked with a smile playing at his lips.

"No."

"Don't worry about it. It was funny. I'm sure he's heard worse."

"It was mortifying. I shouldn't try to do sexy. Just no."

"It was hot. And you do sexy without even trying.

"Oh really?" Kurt asked as he arched an eyebrow.

"Really. Like the way you bite your lip as you write an email. The way you run your hands through your hair when you eventually emerge from your sewing room, the way you stretch on the couch and I see just a sliver of flesh which makes me want to run my tongue over it, and reminds me of what's waiting for me underneath..."

"Stop." Kurt interrupted as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Please just stop."

Blaine licked his lips and winked devilishly at his boyfriend struggling to keep his feelings hidden. "I haven't finished. When you bend over to tie your boots and I just want to take you by the hips and push my dick into you..." he lowered his voice to an almost animalistic level and leaned over the table, "when your lips are stretched around my cock and you just take it so well for me.."

"Ok. We're leaving." Kurt announced, pushing his half eaten dinner to one side and signalling for the check.

"What? What about dessert?" Blaine asked, watching incredulously as Kurt slammed a pile of dollar bills onto the table and pulled Blaine to his feet.

"Oh you'll get dessert. Trust me."

They only just made it through the doors of Blaine's building before they were attacking each other. Blaine was pushed backwards, his lips crashed against Kurt's, barely hearing the respectful 'Good evening Sir's' from the doorman as they stumbled towards the elevator. The doors opened and Kurt pulled him in by his tie before connecting their lips once more and pushing his tongue hungrily into Blaine's hot mouth.

As the elevator started upwards, Blaine sucked hard on Kurt's neck, nipping with his teeth as Kurt growled- actually fucking growled- with pleasure. He grabbed Blaine's ass roughly and squeezed hard, driving him further into his neck. The doors opened and they fell down the corridor. Kurt had Blaine's pants undone and shirt half unbuttoned by the time he had unlocked the door. He pulled off both their suit jackets before leaning back against the wall panting hard.

"Time for your dessert" Kurt whispered as he pushed Blaine to his knees. He didn't hesitate, but undid Kurt's pants, groaning when he released his hard cock from the confines of his underwear, and taking him eagerly in his mouth.

"Holy hell!" Kurt cried out. Tangling his long fingers into Blaine's curls he fucked into his mouth hard as he felt waves of pleasure wash over him. "Blaine," he panted after a while, "Get up here." he pulled Blaine up by his shirt and proceeded to strip him as the pair kissed hard, with clashing teeth and probing tongues.

"Mmm, you take my cock so good in your mouth baby." Kurt whispered hotly as he moved to suck and bite at Blaine's chest, running his tongue around each nipple before taking them gently in his teeth. "Wanna take me in your ass too?"

"Yes, yes Oh God yes!" Blaine cried as he stroked his cock, unable to hold off any longer.

"Beg." Kurt demanded, looking deep into Blaine's eyes as he stilled his hand.

"Holy shit Kurt...fuck me please. Shit...I...please just hurry up and fuck me!" Blaine rambled as he tried desperately to move his hand which was held in Kurt's tight grip.

"Ok." Kurt's eyes were on fire as he pushed Blaine roughly against the wall and started to grind his erection against Blaine's hard, leaking cock. He fumbled quickly in the pocket of his pants before pulling out a small packet of lube. He squeezed it into Blaine's palm before scooping some up onto his fingers. Guiding Blaine's slick hand to his cock, Kurt snaked his hand around to Blaine's entrance and rubbed lightly over his tight hole. He yelped with surprise as Blaine pulled him closer, rubbing both their dicks together with the slick lube.

"Fuck Blaine...so hot" Kurt tried to concentrate on working his boyfriend open, but was distracted by the amazing friction he was getting from the feel of their cocks moving together and Blaine's teeth scraping over his neck. "Not...gonna last if...you...fuck!" Kurt braced himself against the wall with one hand as his legs began to shake.

"Take me then." Blaine murmured against his neck.

"Not yet...you need..."

"You. Kurt, I need you. Just fucking take me." Blaine whined, his head thrown back and eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

Wordlessly, Kurt lifted Blaine's leg and wrapped it around his waist as he lined himself up with Blaine's entrance. With a shout, Blaine sank down onto his boyfriends glorious cock. They stilled for a moment, Blaine trying to adjust to the intrusion and waiting for the burn to lessen. After a while, he wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck and nodded slightly.

"Oh Jesus." Kurt braced one arm against the wall and the other around Blaine's waist as he started to slowly move in and out of Blaine's tight heat. "So fucking tight for me Blaine."

"Yes baby- fuck- yes! You love it."

"Oh shit yes, you're so incredible...ah!" Kurt cried as his pace became more frenzied and less controlled. Blaine was everywhere, filling his senses, He was drowning in a sea of

endless pleasure, and it was the best feeling imaginable. "Fuck...Blaine...love you so much."

Blaine's head was thrown back against the wall, his fingers digging hard into Kurt's back as he struggled to stay upright. "Look at me Kurt," he panted.

Kurt focused his eyes on Blaine's, both were blown wide by the intensity of the emotions washing over them, only a thin ring of color remaining. "Come with me," Kurt ordered, and began to pump Blaine's cock hard. A few more deep thrusts and they both toppled over the edge together, Blaine moaning softly, unable to give a voice to his pleasure any longer. They stayed upright for a moment longer, Kurt blinking rapidly to try and clear his vision of the white spots that had appeared. Suddenly, his legs gave out and he sank to the floor bringing Blaine with him. They lay entangled together, naked on the hall floor, trying to regulate their breathing.

"Fuck." Kurt whispered.

"I can't. Not again."

"Very funny. Blaine, how does this keep happening? Every time together becomes deeper, more intense."

"Next you'll be crying."

"Don't joke, I feel like I could right now." Kurt kissed the top of Blaine's head. "Come on. You've got work to do remember."

"I can't," Blaine whined as Kurt tried to pull him up to standing, "Go on without me!" he cried dramatically.

"Oh ok, I'll just fly home and see if Scott is free..."

"No! No, I'm up!" Blaine leapt to his feet quickly. "Ow! Shit. That hurts. Everything hurts." he clutched his backside gingerly as he headed towards the bathroom.

"Your fault. You shouldn't have been so eager." Kurt quipped as he trailed after him.

"You shouldn't be so damn hot. And please Kurt," he turned to look at him, "don't ever tell me you can't do sexy."

In the end, Kurt packed for himself and Blaine while Blaine sat precariously balanced on his office chair and sent emails and notes to various clients. He trusted Kurt's judgement on clothing better than his own anyway.

When Kurt rolled over in bed the next morning, it was to find the other side empty. It was cold too, Blaine must have been up for some time despite it only just being 7am. He walked into the sitting room but nothing had been disturbed, and the kitchen was silent too. He set the coffee maker to work it's magic and wandered down to Blaine's study. There he was greeted by a mass of black curls resting on the large desk. He was still clutching a pen in his hand, and case notes and legal pads were littering the surface of the desk, along with a laptop whose battery had long since died.

"Oh Blaine." Kurt sighed as he walked over to him and gently rubbed the back of his neck.

He awoke with a start, curses falling from his lips as he knocked a pile of paper to the floor. Scrambling to pick them up, he looked up apologetically at Kurt.

"Sorry, I just need to clean this up a bit and then we can go. Are we late?"

"Blaine, relax. It's fine. We've got another hour before we need to leave. Have you been in here all night?"

"Uh..yeah. Pretty much. After you'd gone to sleep I was just lying there worrying about it all so I figured I'd come and finish some stuff off. Last time I looked at the clock it was 5 though, so I must have been asleep a couple of hours."

"We shouldn't have gone for dinner."

"Kurt please. I wanted to. And we weren't out for that long anyway," he said with a grin.

"But I feel bad. You've not been putting in the hours because of me, and now you're behind. I said I'd be in the way."

"You're not. Honestly. I cannot tell you how much I have loved the past ten days. Having you here...it's made everything fall into place. For the first time I have wanted to come home at night. As for work...things are just a bit hectic right now. I'm responsible for two offices in two different parts of the country. It's insane. I just need to find a balance, that's all."

"Couldn't you find someone to run one of them for you? That way you wouldn't be so stretched."

"It's an idea I suppose. But I don't know if I like the thought of getting an unknown in. This is a family firm and I'd like to keep it that way."

"With who though? There's only Cooper. And I don't think he'd be too hot at practising law."

"No, I guess not." Blaine smiled. "I don't know. Like I said, we'll work something out. Right now I need to take a shower and try and get rid of some of this stiffness in my shoulders. I also need to work out how the hell I'm gonna sit down for seven hours without wincing the entire time."

Laughing, Kurt followed him from the office. "Well take a cushion. And I may be able to help with some of that stiffness too..."