A few days later, Kurt was sitting in class trying to focus when he received a text from Blaine.
Blaine: Are you free tonight?
Kurt: Yeah, why?
Blaine: I wanna take you out on a date.
Blaine: To make up for our lunch date last weekend.
Kurt: Okay, but only if there are no gifts involved this time.
Kurt: I don't need a sugar daddy;)
Blaine: lol, I promise no gifts. I'll pick you up at 6.
By 6 o'clock, Blaine was sprawled out on Kurt's bed, waiting for Kurt to emerge from his closet.
"Kurt, we have to go. Reservation's at 6:30," Blaine called out.
"I know! Im looking for the scarf you bought me. You know the blue Marc Jacobs one? Have you seen it?" Kurt yelled back.
Blaine immediately went white as a ghost. "The guy I hired to organize your clothes must have missed it, I'll find it for you," Blaine lied.
"Ugh! I planned this whole outfit around that scarf," Kurt moaned.
"Just put on a different one, we have to go," Blaine replied.
"Okay, okay, let's go," Kurt says as he walks out of his closet wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a white V-neck and a black blazer.
"You look so handsome," Blaine compliments with heart eyes, as Kurt sprayed himself with cologne.
"Save it for after dinner Mr. Anderson," Kurt replied slyly over his shoulder. And that's exactly what Blaine did.
After their romantic dinner, Blaine took Kurt back to the apartment where they had mind blowing sex. As they were coming down from the high, Kurt was peppering kisses down Blaine's neck.
"Spend the night," Kurt said between kisses. "Kurt, you know I can't," Blaine responded as he stretched his neck back, giving Kurt more access.
"Please, Blainers," Kurt continued down his chest, looking up at him. "Kurt, C'mon, you know I hate when you call me that."
"Pretty please," Kurt pleaded, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"Kurt, no," Blaine tried to say sternly but was unsuccessful.
Kurt then whispers sexily in his ear, "Please ?"
"Ugh," Blaine rolled his eyes playfully. "Fine," he gave in.
"Eeep," Kurt squealed and grabbed Blaine's head into a kiss.
Blaine pulls away and says, "Wait, let me text Greg," as he reaches for his phone on the nightstand.
"After," Kurt said between kisses.
"Ugh, you're gonna be the death of me," Blaine complains then flips him over for round two.
The next morning, Kurt woke up to an empty bed. He figured Blaine left already; its not like he's never left with saying goodbye before.
But his speculation was made false when he smelt something burning. He ran into the kitchen to find a distressed Blaine waving the stove with a towel. "Shit," Blaine exclaimed towards the burning food.
"Aww, you tried to make me breakfast?" Kurt cooed at Blaine, clearly shocked by his actions.
"Key word there is 'tried'," Blaine stated as he managed to stop the smoke from filling the house.
"What did you even try to make?" Kurt wondered, as he wrapped his arms around Blaine, staring down at the burnt lump on the pan.
"French toast," Blaine stated sheepishly. "Well, it's the thought that counts, thank you," Kurt thanks him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "But don't try to cook ever again."
"C'mon lets go out for breakfast before I have to go to work then," Blaine says as they head off to the bathroom to get ready.
By 8 o'clock, the two were seated at a breakfast joint in the city. Kurt was dressed very casual while Blaine was already in his work attire.
"What did you tell Greg last night?" Kurt asks as he takes a bite of his French toast.
"I just basically said I had an assignment that would require me working through the night," Blaine explained.
"That assignment happened to be me right?" Kurt said slyly as he sipped his coffee.
This caused Blaine to choke on his food. "I guess you could say that."
After their breakfast, Kurt walked with Blaine to work. Before walking into the building, Kurt cupped Blaine's face and gave him a parting kiss. "I love you," Kurt states, then turns around to leave.
Before he could make his first step, Blaine whips him back around by the waist, to give him an even more passionate kiss.
Little did they know that they were being watched.
When Blaine entered his building, he felt revitalized. As he walked past the receptionist's desk, he was stopped by his best friend/colleague, Sam, who was previously flirting with the receptionist.
"Hey Blaine, wait up!" Sam shouted as he caught up with Blaine and entered the elevator.
"Whats up man?" Blaine asked as he pressed the button for the top floor.
"Can we talk?" Sam asks. "In private?"
"Yeah, we'll talk in my office. Is everything okay?" Blaine asks a little worried.
"We'll talk about it in private," Sam states.
Once they got to his office, Blaine sat down on his couch while Sam sat on the one across from him.
"Do you want anything? I can get Caryn to get you a coffee or tea," Blaine asks politely.
"No, im good," Sam replies.
"Okay, so whats up?" Blaine asks.
Sam looks directly into Blaine's eyes, and asks seriously, "Are you having an affair?"
Blaine's eyes widened and tried to figure out how to deny it. "What?" Blaine attempts to act dumb.
"Are you cheating on Greg?" Sam tries again. "What!? No!" Blaine lied.
"Then who was the kid you were making out with in front this morning?" Sam asks as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"Um, he's…He's just….He's," Blaine tried to come up with an excuse. "Give it up Blaine," Sam says as he shakes his head.
"Okay fine! Im seeing someone. Please don't tell Greg!" Blaine basically pleads. "Whats his name?" Sam demands.
"His name is Kurt Hummel, he's 23 and he's studying fashion design," Blaine explained quickly.
"Fuck Blaine! What are you doing?" Sam shouts and starts pacing the room.
"I know! I never expected it to get this far," Blaine responds.
"What do you mean by far?" Sam questions.
"Im in love with him," Blaine states simply. This makes Sam scoff.
"Blaine, You just /think/ you love this guy," Sam says, not believing Blaine
"Excuse me?" Blaine asks clearly offended.
"Oh come on Blaine! You'd think you loved any young kid with a tight ass who puts out whenever you wanted," Sam explains.
"HEY!" Blaine shot up and got right in his face. "Don't you ever talk about him like that, alright!?" Blaine tells him a deep threatening voice, faces touching. "You don't know shit about him or us," Blaine yells.
"Okay! Chill man, Im sorry," Sam retracts with his hands up in surrender. Blaine backs off and continues.
"I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I love him so much, but at the same time I don't want to hurt Greg," Blaine vents. "And I can't be pressured about my situation. Im just taking it day by day, alright? And I want to be able to come to my best friend for advice now without judgment okay?"
"Okay, I wont judge you." Sam confirms.
"And please don't tell Greg," Blaine begs. "I wont! I promise," Sam agrees. "But Im not comfortable about this, Blaine," Sam admits.
"I know, I know," Blaine agrees and lets a silence wash over them.
"Can I meet him?" Sam asks.
"What?"
"I want to meet the guy you're in love with," Sam explains.
"Maybe, now can we just stop talking about it and get to work?" Blaine says as he dives into his work.
"Sam knows," Blaine tells Kurt the next day as they lay in bed after another hook up.
"Knows what?" Kurt asks curiously.
"About us," Blaine replies. Kurt's eyes widened.
"What do you mean he knows!?" Kurt panicked.
"Hey, its okay," Blaine turns to his side to look at him. "He's not going to tell anyone, he's not in love with the whole idea, but he's in a good place about it. He actually wants to meet you."
"Really?" Kurt asks hopefully. Blaine just hums in confirmation.
"I gotta go," Blaine states as he removes himself from Kurt's bed. "Do you have to?" Kurt whines. Although Kurt never lets it show, a little bit of his heart breaks each time Blaine has to leave. At first, he didn't mind all that much because they were just having fun. But, as their feelings for each other grew and grew, he couldn't help but feel disappointed each time he left.
"You know I do babe," he says as he buttons up his dress shirt.
"Ugh, I cant wait 'til we have that house in the suburbs," Kurt started. "With the studio," he yawns and starts to trail off. "And the golden retriever…,"Kurt finally fell asleep, tucked up in bed.
Blaine looked over to a sleeping Kurt, kissed him on the forehead, and left the apartment.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you guys think!