Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing!

Someone asked to write bottom! Blaine, but I am so sorry, I'm a bottom! Kurt stan. Hope you understand. :)

So, I've decided to go with more than 2 chapters for this story and here is the second one!
Kurt's address in this chapter is not real. Also I made up some other things in this chapter. Please note this is a fiction! :)

I don't own glee.

Hope you enjoy this chapter as I enjoyed writing! Thank you so much for my wonderful beta Chris [ SillyChris13 ]! Let me tell you, he is more than just a beta. He's a super rewriter! He's done so much in this chapter and I've learnt a lot from him!

As he's a busy busy person, the next update might take long again, but please be patient and wait for us! We're trying our BEST providing a good fic here :)

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Chapter 2

Next week went by slow. Kurt couldn't gather enough courage to call or even text Blaine. He actually wanted to do it on the same day Blaine left the motel room, but of course he couldn't. It would make him sound so needy if he did and he didn't want to scare Blaine like that. He was looking for the right time, but he just couldn't find it yet and now one week had passed.

"Okay, it's just one simple text. I can do it," Kurt said to himself when he got to his apartment straight after classes on Friday. It was time. He finally decided it was time to text Blaine.

He sat down on the couch and stared at his phone screen. Blaine's number was already in his contact list and now he looked at it. He didn't know he could be so timid when it came to a relationship. It was unbelievable that it took him one whole week to send one single text.

He took one more deep breath and started typing.

Hey, it's Kurt. Hope you remember me. I'm free tomorrow and I was wondering if you were too.

Kurt reread his short message again and again before pressing the "send" button. He threw his phone on the couch and started walking away, running his hands down his face wiping away small drops of nervous sweat. Great, now he needed a distraction from checking his phone every second to see if he got a reply from Blaine. This was ridiculous. What had he just done? He didn't know one single thing about Blaine. For all he knew, Blaine could have a job at some law firm deep in the city, or he could be a student, just like him. He didn't know anything about him except that he was gorgeous with beautiful hazel eyes and a bright, handsome smile that Kurt could just melt when he saw it. And his hair, that beautiful curly hair of his that Kurt could not resist but run his hand across it and feel every curl on his finger. And their sex, their sex was mind blowing. He had a low sexy voice that spoke right into his ear with dirty words and sounds of pleasure. And every time their thrusts met, Blaine would moan a particular sound into his ear that went directly down to his cock and get him only harder. He remembers his strong hands gripped at his hips so tight that he couldn't go anywhere as he took him deep inside him. Kurt could just stare at his sweaty, toned, lean body all day. And the one thing he kept thinking about since that day was his big cock. Okay, this was a bad idea.

Kurt felt his cock twitch in his pants and shook away any thought of Blaine's cock. He stretched his arms and walked towards the kitchen to get some cold water. Suddenly he heard his phone go off. He had received a new text.

Kurt froze and rushed back to the couch to see who it was from. Of course, it was Blaine. Kurt's heartbeat sped up and with his shaky finger he slid the screen to read the text.

Hey, stranger. You finally remembered me, huh? :P
Tomorrow sounds good. I'll pick you up at your place then we can go out for lunch. How's that?

–Blaine

Kurt's face lit up and he quickly typed and sent him a reply.

That sounds perfect. What time? -Kurt

How about noon? –B

I'll be waiting. My address is 314 3rd Ave #401. See you then. :) –K

Can't wait! ;) -B

Can't wait. Kurt read the text again and couldn't help but smile widely. Okay that was easy. Kurt was glad that the conversation was over now because he didn't need to wait for his reply anymore. But wait, oh my God. Did he just give Blaine his home address? A man who he hardly knew? Was it a good idea? What if he was a burglar or a rapist or even a serial killer or something?

No.

Kurt needed to calm down for a change. Blaine didn't look any sorts of bad news. Relax. He said he would pick him up, so he would do so, and they would go out for lunch just as he said in his text. He wouldn't hurt him, would he? As silly as his imagination sounded, Kurt couldn't deny that he honestly didn't know. He didn't know anything about this man (except for the little sex-related stuff they had done.) He really wanted to get to know him more as a person. Well, he had time to do that tomorrow.

He smiled softly feeling nice to have someone to pick him up for a date. He could get used to it.

...

Kurt couldn't sleep well that night. His mind was everywhere from what to wear tomorrow, to what they could do after lunch, and even to what would happen at the end of the day. Maybe they could come back to his apartment and have a little fun. He stopped thinking there and tried really hard to forget all about it and just sleep, but his mind didn't shut up. He finally dozed off around 4 in the morning but woke up at 8 and couldn't go back to sleep. He sighed and gave up, deciding to get up to start the day earlier than he wanted to.

It was the middle of May and the weather was perfect. There were no clouds in the sky and the breeze coming through the windows was nice and fresh. Trees were starting to grow their leaves again and Kurt loved seeing the sunlight reach the ground through them. It was really beautiful. Kurt loved this time of year.

He had some cereal with milk for breakfast and took a long shower, taking advantage of waking up so early on the weekend. He chose a simple white slim, fit button down shirt with a narrow burgundy red tie and very tight blue jeans. And for shoes, he put on his Dr. Martens' cherry red raced up boots. He set his hair perfectly, finishing with a touch of hairspray and his favorite cologne. Then he thought he would spend the rest of the morning reading his unfinished book. Well he tried, but he couldn't concentrate and he found himself reading the same parts over and over. He closed the book, sighing and looked up the clock on the wall. It was almost 11 o'clock, one more hour. Could the time go any faster? Kurt rolled his eyes and picked up the TV remote and turned the TV on, flicking through the channels to see if there was anything interesting on. But he ended up going on Netflix instead and started watching Doctor Who.

It was when Kurt started watching the second episode that the doorbell rang. Kurt jumped out of the couch and looked up at the clock. It was 5 to 12. He made his way to the door, stopping in front of the full-length mirror which was put in the hallway to check his hair and fix his shirt and tie quickly. He looked through the peephole and saw that it was Blaine.

"Hi!" Kurt greeted as he opened the front door.

And there was Blaine standing right in front of him when their eyes met.

"Hi," Blaine said, smiling beautifully.

He looked absolutely gorgeous just like Kurt remembered when they first met last Friday. He was wearing a navy blue, tight-fitted polo (which Kurt could perfectly see Blaine's chest muscles underneath, thank you very much) showing off his biceps (oh my God, those muscles) and a pair of white jeans with light brown tassel loafers. Hair gel was lightly applied to his curly hair and it looked neat. He. Was. Hot.

"Are you ready to go?" Blaine interrupted his thoughts and Kurt realized he was staring at him with his open mouth. Oops. He wasn't drooling, was he?

"Y-Yeah, yeah. Let's go." Kurt blinked a couple of times and smiled, stepping out into the hall and locking the door behind him.

"You look great, Kurt," Blaine said with a smile as they walked to the elevator. Kurt felt his face getting red.

"Well, thank you, Blaine. You do too," Kurt smiled back, blushing a little and spoke as casually as possible before pressing the button to open the door. "Did you drive here?"

"No, I actually walked here. I live on 1st Avenue, not so far from here."

"Oh, really? One of my favorite cafés on 1st Avenue." They entered the elevator and Kurt pressed the "down" button.

"Which one?" Blaine asked.

"The Bean." Kurt answered.

"Oh, that's one of my favorites to. I love their Dirty Chai Lattes."

"I've never had one of those before. I think I'll try it next time. I love their fruit tarts, though."

"I've always wanted to try one of those! Maybe we should go together next time."

"Yeah, definitely."

Kurt smiled at the thought that they could have a 'next time.' They exited the elevator once it arrived to the first floor and headed to the front door of the building.

"So, are you hungry?" Blaine asked looking at Kurt.

"Yeah, I can eat. Where do you want to go?"

"I know a good Italian restaurant on 48th street. Then we can see a movie and take a walk through Central Park. Then after that, we can grab some ice cream and sit by the fountain and you know, just talk. How does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect to me. I love Italian food and ice cream," Kurt answered with a chuckle. "Which movie do you want to see?"

They started walking down the street and headed to the Italian restaurant Blaine mentioned.

"Hmmm… I want to see Ninja Turtles," ' Blaine answered after thinking it thoroughly. Kurt then started laughing.

"You want to see Ninja Turtles? Funny story, cause I do to actually. It looks pretty good."

"I know, right? It looks awesome! Well, dorky awesome."

"Yeah, it does. Guess we are two dorks." Kurt said.

"We are." Blaine agreed.

They looked at each other and laughed. Any tension between them had loosened completely, creating a more comfortable atmosphere.

...

They walked to the restaurant, talking about the most randomness stuff they could come up with. Once they sat at their table, they started to talk about every little thing about themselves to get to know each other more. Kurt learned that Blaine was 21 years old, same age as him, a junior at a performing arts conservatory in New York and majoring in music. He could play multiple instruments, including the piano, strings and drums. Kurt made Blaine promise to perform something for him someday. Blaine said yes. They enjoyed their lunch, chatting more about themselves, hobbies, favorite TV shows and movies, favorite singers, actors and actresses. They kept talking as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for years and were finally catching up.

"Okay, if we leave now, we can make it at the 2:00 PM showing," Blaine said while looking at his phone and chewing his last piece of his pasta.

"I'm ready," Kurt said finishing his iced coffee and taking out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans.

"Let me take care of it from here," Blaine said, also taking out his wallet.

"No, you don't have to. I'll pay for mine." Kurt insisted but Blaine only shook his head.

"No, I want to. Besides, this was my idea, so, let me. Please put it away," Kurt sighed but did what he was told.

"Fine, but I'll pay for the movie," Kurt said, glaring at him.

"Try me," Blaine said with a smirk, getting the waiter's attention to bring them their bill. This only caused Kurt to laugh. Blaine paid at the table and the boys went outside.

"Well, thank you, Blaine."

"No problem."

...

At 1:45, they arrived to the movie theater to buy their tickets. Kurt walked toward the box office to purchase two tickets for the movie, but as he walked to the cashier, Blaine pushed him aside gently.

"Seriously, Blaine? This is not fair," Kurt said as he was pushed aside of the line.

"Don't worry about it, dummy." Blaine got to the ticket booth and bought two tickets to Ninja Turtles. He got their tickets and handed Kurt his. "Here you go." Blaine started walking away with a smile but all Kurt could do was look at him surprised. Kurt ran up and caught up to him.

"Okay, you have to stop doing that."

"Doing what?" Blaine asked.

"You know what."

Blaine looked at Kurt with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Blaine said, pretending to not know what Kurt was referring to.

"Stop being so pigheaded. Let me at least buy you something tonight."

As they walked inside, Kurt thought about what to buy Blaine.

"I know, I'll buy you an ice cream cone when we get to Central Park."

Blaine opened his mouth to speak but Kurt cut him off before he did.

"No! You aren't going to argue with me over this. I will buy you an ice cream and you will eat it and you will like it," Kurt said pointing his index finger at Blaine.

Blaine laughed and looked at him. "Okay, then. Deal."

"Good," Kurt nodded in contentment, blushing a little at how beautifully Blaine smiled at him.

They arrived to the correct theater room that was showing Ninja Turtles and sat towards the middle of the room. As they took their seats, the lights gradually went off and the movie began playing, (well the movie trailers that lasted the first couple 10 minutes.) Blaine handed Kurt a box of popcorn and a water, and Kurt looked at him confused.

"When'd you buy these?" he whispered.

"I bought them fast when you weren't looking. There was no line so I did it quick," Blaine said with a smirk.

Great, Kurt thought, Blaine was yet again paying for more stuff. Whatever happened, Blaine was not going to buy them their afternoon ice cream.

Kurt put the popcorn box between them for perfect reach for the two. As a trailer for an upcoming movie started playing, he reached down for some popcorn. His hand suddenly brushed off against Blaine's, whose hand was also diving in for popcorn.

"Sorry," Kurt whispered as he withdrew his hand.

"It's Okay," Blaine whispered back softly.

After they finished all the popcorn, Blaine put the empty box on the floor and rested his left arm on top of Kurt's which was on the arm rest between them. Blaine suddenly wrapped his hand around Kurt's, making Kurt blush at the sudden hand holding. Kurt's heart started skipping a beat at the contact in the dark theater. Blaine's hand was big and warm and it felt so nice. Kurt smiled down at their hands attached together before looking up at the screen. Their fingers curled together and their thumbs moved slowly caressing each other's hand. Kurt loved every moment of it and they held hands like that till the movie ended.

...

"Well, that was pretty awesome!" Blaine exclaimed as they exited the theater. Kurt giggled finding how Blaine being excited over a movie like a child was so adorable.

"Yeah, it was. Glad we picked this one."

They walked to Central Park and enjoyed the nice afternoon sun.

"So, want some ice cream? My treat?" Kurt grinned and Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Fine, alright. Let's go," Blaine mumbled as he grabbed Kurt's hand because it felt so natural and smooth and so right. For a moment, Kurt forgot they weren't boyfriends. But maybe, it could happen in the near future. As they were walking hand in hand, Kurt wished it would happen really soon.

...

"Okay, Blaine. Will you make up your mind already?" Kurt said, tapping his foot on the floor. "C'mon now. I am not standing here until the park is closes." Kurt put both his hands at his hips, getting a little bit annoyed. They had been in front of the ice cream truck for a while now because Blaine couldn't decide which flavor he wanted.

"I know, I know. Ah…,okay, Mint Chip!"

"Thank you," Kurt sighed dramatically and ordered a mint chip for Blaine and espresso for himself. He paid as he declared earlier and handed a mint chip ice cream to Blaine. "Here you go, Mr. Patrick Star."

"Did you just refer to me as Patrick from Spongebob?" Blaine asked as he took the ice cream from his Kurt.

"Yeah! Cause just like Patrick, you can't decide what to get. Whenever Patrick goes to the Krusty Krab he stares at the menu not knowing what to get."

Blaine started laughing. "Sorry, but they had so many flavors!"

"This is not your last ice cream, Blaine. We can come back anytime, you know," Kurt said smiling at Blaine.

"Yeah, I know. We can come back any time we want," Blaine smiled and nodded at him.

"I like the sound of that." Kurt couldn't help but smile back.

"Me to."

They walked down the path of the park and found a bench to sit at to eat their ice creams. They sat in comfortable silence and watched the people around them enjoy this beautiful sunny afternoon. Some were lying on picnic mats and reading. Some were doing yoga while others were running around the park. Kurt saw a few people taking their dogs for a walk and even spotted a street performance that attracted a large crowd not too far from where he and Blaine were. He looked to his left and saw a few couples and families out for walks.

"Yum, this tastes so good!" Kurt said with awe after licking the ice cream couple of times. "Do you want to try some?" He asked Blaine.

"Sure," Blaine moved closer to him and put the tip of the ice cream in his mouth. Kurt couldn't help but stare at it and gulp when he saw Blaine's mouth move erotically across the frozen dessert.

"Oh yeah, this is good. Do you want to taste mine too?" Blaine asked, licking ice cream off of his lips.

Kurt nodded and placed his hand on Blaine's which was holding the cone and poked his tongue out to lick the side of the ice cream very slowly. Kurt noticed Blaine was staring at it.

"Yummy." Kurt looked at him and licked the ice cream off from his own lips. Then he leaned in towards Blaine and placed a soft kiss on Blaine's lips. He pulled away, smiling. "Thanks."

When Kurt's hand started slipping away from Blaine's, Blaine let go of his ice cream and grabbed Kurt's hand instead. In the next moment, their lips met again at the same time as Blaine's ice cream hit the ground. This time the kiss was a little more than soft. They pecked each other's lips before slipping their tongues into each other's mouth. Their entwined tongues felt cold against one another from eating ice cream and the tastes of coffee and mint chip blended perfectly in their mouths. Before it got even deeper, they both pulled away and their lips separated, making a small noise.

Kurt opened his eyes to look at the spot on the ground where Blaine's ice cream landed. He looked up to meet Blaine's eyes. "You wasted your ice cream," he said, biting his lip in embarrassment at what they had just done in the middle of a public park

Blaine silently laughed looking at his ice cream on the ground too. "I guess I did. Sorry." He picked it up and walked to the nearest trash bin to throw it away. He sat down next Kurt as he returned.

"But you're lucky I'm nice. I'll share mine with you," Kurt grinned widely, offering his ice cream.

"Why, thank you, Kurt. How generous of you," Blaine raised an eyebrow and said theatrically. Both chuckled and took turns eating the ice cream.

"What's the next plan?" Kurt asked curiously.

"Um… I don't know. We can hang out here for a bit longer and go grab dinner later?" Blaine suggested.

"Sure," Kurt smiled softly. Maybe they could go for a walk once they finished the ice cream. The sunlight was still warm and comfortable in the late afternoon at the park.

...

Kurt and Blaine arrived at a bar around 6:30. It was Saturday night, so the bar was pretty packed. Luckily, they were able to find an empty table near the corner of the bar. Kurt excused himself to the bathroom and when he returned, two glasses of beer were already on the table.

"I got you a drink. Hope a Blue Moon was okay."

"Yeah, that's fine. Wait, you remembered what I had last Friday?"

"Of course."

Kurt simply amazed with a smile on his face, sat down on the chair opposite Blaine. "Well, that was sweet of you."

A waitress came and they ordered some food. Kurt settled more now and looked around. There was a large TV up on the wall and a football game was on.

"Do you like sports?" Kurt asked Blaine who was lost at the screen for a second. He looked back at Kurt and remembered he was there.

"I do. I don't play though. But I love watching them. Do you?" Blaine asked.

"Not much. I prefer America's Got Talent." Kurt took a sip of his beer.

"Seriously? C'mon, Kurt, you can't compare sports to a lame TV show."

"You say that because you didn't watch the winner's performance last year! Kenichi was incredible! Besides, sports are about a bunch of men chasing after a small ball or something. And I don't like the idea of being sweaty and smelly for that. They have incredible bodies though." Kurt looked up at the screen and studied the players' bodies and started imagining what was underneath all their clothes. Blaine noticed and smirked.

"Sports are fun to watch, Kurt. You will change your mind when you actually go out there and watch the game in front of you. You can cheer or boo at your favorite team, you can yell at the referee's misjudgement. It's so exciting and fun."

"I doubt it," Kurt chuckled, knowing he was teasing him now. He actually agreed with Blaine. Kurt used to be in a football team once back in high school and he loved it. It was actually fun. It was a long story to tell Blaine, he could save it for maybe later.

"I've got an idea," Blaine moved his chair next to Kurt and adjusted himself to face Kurt.

"I'll take you to watch a baseball or a football game sometime."

"Um… No, thank you."

"Kuuuuurrrrrrt," Blaine pouted and pleaded with his frigging puppy eyes.

"No Blaine," Kurt laughed. "Sports are not my thing."

"Fine, I'll just keep asking until you say you'll go."

"My answer is not gonna change."

"You never know. What if I kiss you?"

"Try me," As Kurt spoke, Blaine leaned closer and kissed him softly on his cheek.

"Hmm, not convincing enough," Kurt said. Blaine smirked and leaned in again to press an open-mouth kiss on his lips. This time he lingered there for a few seconds. After a few seconds he pulled away slowly.

"Well?" Blaine asked smiling.

"I'll think about it," Kurt smiled back.

"YES!" Blaine pumped his fist and Kurt couldn't help but laugh.

"I said 'I'll think about it,' not 'I'll go!'"

"You will," Blaine winked at him and that made Kurt blush a little. Damn, why was he such a cutie?

The waitress brought their food and they started eating and chatting about anything they could come up with. Kurt hadn't had this much fun with someone in ages and he thought he could definitely get used to this.

"Can I ask you something?" Blaine asked when they finished eating.

"Yeah, of course," Kurt answered, wondering what it could be.

"Are we…, maybe we could be…"

Before Blaine could finish his sentence, a voice cut him off.

"Blaine?"

Kurt turned to see a blonde, cute looking guy approaching them.

"Oh…, hi, Josh," Blaine glanced over to see who the voice belonged to and looked surprised.

"Hey, how's it going? I haven't seen you in a while. I missed you," the blonde sat next to Blaine, opposite of Kurt and whispered the last words into Blaine's ear.

"I've been busy," Blaine looked at him and answered quickly.

"Hm. So, is this your hook up for the night? He's cute," The blonde smiled at Kurt. Kurt's eyes went wide with surprise and his mouth dropped open at his rudeness. Who the hell was this guy?

"No Josh, stop," Blaine denied forcefully and sighed. "Josh, this is Kurt. Kurt, this is Josh. He's my… um… friend."

"…With benefits. Hi," the Josh guy extended a hand to Kurt and Kurt froze. He didn't feel like shaking the hand of this rude stranger. But the inner gentleman inside him shook his hand briefly.

"Hi," Kurt managed to say back, not knowing how to respond.

"So Kurt, did Blaine fuck you already? He's amazing, isn't he? Maybe the three of us can get together tonight and have some fun."

"Okay!" Blaine exclaimed embarrassedly. "Kurt, I'm going to go to the bar and get more beer. Do you want another one?"

"I'm fine, thanks," Kurt deadpanned without looking at Blaine.

Blaine stood up so quickly that he almost tipped his chair back and caught it just in time.

"Josh, can I talk to you for a sec?" Blaine asked looking directly at Josh. He had to bring Josh with him. He did not want Kurt alone with Josh.

"Sure," Josh smiled and stood up.

What had just happened? Kurt watched them go to the bar. His heart was throbbing and many thoughts were swarming around his head. He was having a great time until literally a minute ago, but it was all gone now.

"Are you buying me a drink?" Josh asked as he and Blaine reached the bar.

"You've already got one in your hand and it looks quite full to me," Blaine said without even looking at him. Blaine ordered his own drink and heard Josh smirking. Suddenly, Josh learned forward and kissed Blaine right on his lips. Not even lasting a second, Blaine pushed Josh off of him.

"What the hell are you doing, Josh?" Blaine exclaimed angrily.

"Whoa, relax, man, I just kissed you, it's not a big deal." Blaine started wiping his lips with the sleeve of his shirt. "What's wrong with you?" Josh frowned at his attitude.

"Look, Josh. You aren't my company tonight. And you'll never be from now on," Blaine exhaled, not bothering to look at him.

"W-What… Are you serious?"

Blaine looked at Josh, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

"I… I don't want to upset Kurt, Okay? So can you just… leave us alone?"

Josh took a deep breath and looked at Blaine confused.

"So what, are you two serious or something?"

"Yeah… maybe… I mean, I don't know. I don't know what Kurt is thinking because we haven't talked about it yet. But at least I'm serious about us."

Josh stepped back with his hands in front of him.

"Fine, whatever. I personally don't want to settle yet and I don't understand why you want to, but I get it."

"Thanks," Blaine told Josh as he received his beer from the bartender and paid.

"I'll miss our fucking for sure, but yeah. Call me if you change your mind or consider a threesome." Josh smiled devilishly and disappeared into the crowds.

Blaine shook his head and turned around to go back to the table and continue talking with Kurt. He wanted to do it. He knew it was time. He wanted to ask Kurt if he wanted to be his boyfriend. He turned around and noticed the bar was getting more crowded by the second. His mood went from happiest can be, to feeling like he got punched right in the stomach. He realized that Kurt was gone.

...

It had been a good day, Kurt thought as he dragged his feet towards his home. He didn't even know or care if he was going the right way. His heart was beating really hard and his head was spinning really fast. He needed to calm down and think logically.

So, Blaine had a "fuck" friend, or maybe two. So was that all Kurt was to him? Just someone to fuck? How could he not seen this earlier? Just like Josh, Blaine probably just saw him as a fuck buddy. He even saw Blaine and Josh kissing. He couldn't deal with the humiliation anymore. He had to get out of that bar. He couldn't believe he was actually developing feelings for Blaine. What was he thinking? Did he really think something like this would work out? Something that started off as a one-night stand? They both needed sex and they did it only for pleasure, nothing more. How could he be so sure that Blaine was different and this could become a decent relationship?. Blaine didn't want a relationship. It was Kurt who read it all wrong. The butterflies he felt when Blaine called him, the warmth of Blaine's hand against his, the incredible taste of his soft lips against his, the spark he felt in the sweet kisses they exchanged and the chemistry between them that he believed… they had all been wrong.

Kurt walked home with his arms tightly wrapped around himself, cursing himself not to have brought a jacket. The wind was still cold at night in the middle of May in New York City.

...

To Be Continued

A/N

So, the boys decided to have a drama now. What did you think? Please review!
I thought next chapter would be the last chapter of this story, but haven't decided yet… Maybe two more? We'll see :)