A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out guys. It's much longer than chapter one though, so enjoy! Hopefully, the next chapter won't take so long.

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As always: read, review, enjoy. xoxo

Chaos.

The room was absolute chaos.

It was Thursday afternoon. The clock read 3:32. Kurt was sitting in between Thad and David at a polished mahogany table in a room full of boys in navy blazers.

Boys who wouldn't stop talking.

In that instant, Kurt finally understood Wes' obsession with his gavel.

He looked at either side of him to his fellow council members to see if they had any ideas on how to calm down the group. They were already two-make that three-minutes behind schedule. At this rate, Kurt's first Warbler rehearsal was going to be a complete wash.

He caught Blaine's eye in the middle of the room and helplessly shrugged his shoulders. Blaine nodded sympathetically and gestured to the piano. Kurt's eyes widened as he understood the silent plot. Blaine crossed the room to the bench unnoticed and sat down. He started playing a scale, moving up the keys. Kurt began to sing out the notes with him, his sounds unnoticed in the room of mayhem. Blaine eventually began keying higher notes that Kurt hit with ease.

Suddenly, Blaine started playing a melody, one Kurt was all too familiar with. Blaine had picked it up at the second verse, but Kurt knew exactly what his intentions were.

"I'm through accepting limits, cause someone says they're so.

Some things I cannot change, but till I try I'll never know,"

A few heads spun in his direction, but the majority of the group continued chattering.

"Too long I've been afraid of losing love I guess I lost,

Well if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost!

I'd sooner buy defying gravity,

Kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity

I think I'll try defying gravity

And you won't bring me down."

There was still some chatter in the room, so Kurt repeated the chorus. This time, he hit the high F at the end, and every eye was on him. He finished the song surrounded by completely silence.

"That's better." He said, locking eyes with Finn, Nick, and Jeff. "I know I don't have a gavel, guys, but we still start right at 3:30. So that means you're done with the side-conversations at 3:28. We need to be serious this year, because there is no way I'm not going to Nationals this time."

"And with that, we'd like to introduce Wes' replacement to the Warbler council, Kurt Hummel," David interjected. The room broke out in applause.

"Going off of what Kurt said, guys, it's time to get serious about this year and set up auditions. They're next week, on Monday, at 4pm sharp. We expect you all to be recruiting new members in the meantime. We got lucky this year and didn't lose too many seniors, but there are a lot of us graduating this year. So seek out the freshmen and sophomores especially. To you juniors, and even sophomores, there are three leadership positions up this year, so every second is an opportunity to showcase what you have to offer." Thad added.

"Thad's right, many of us are graduating in June. This year is everything to us. It's all or nothing at this point. That means we're going to work our butts off. We got so close last time, and I'll be damned if I let Rachel Berry steal it from me again," Kurt finished with a grin. The room broke out in quiet laughter.

"As always, we'll start talking songs for Sectionals in October. The council does get final say," David said, turning toward Kurt, "but we're going to consider all suggestions very seriously. We need to be at our best this year, maybe step out of our comfort zones a little. This year is ours for the taking!"

The room filled with applause. Kurt's eyes flashed toward Blaine sitting at the piano. He gave an adorable wink, his hazel eyes gleaming with pride.

After handing out rehearsal calendars and discussing a trip to Shady Oaks to perform later in the month, the group was dismissed. Kurt stayed to consult Thad and David for a few minutes, but when he walked out found his boyfriend waiting.

"Hi baby," Blaine said, his hand cradling his head with his elbow pressed against the wall. He gave Kurt's hand a squeeze with his free one. Kurt offered up a smile, and they headed up the spiral staircase toward the dormitory.

They went to Kurt's room first to drop off his stuff and change out of the uniform. Kurt shrugged off his blazer and hung it on the back of his desk chair before flopping facedown onto his bed. His first day on the Warbler council had made him of a pit of nerves, and he was exhausted.

Blaine sank into the mattress next to him, kneading his fingers into Kurt's hair. Kurt snuggled into his boyfriend, resting his head on his firm thighs.

"Mm, that feels so good." Kurt mumbled, closing his eyes. Blaine continued to massage Kurt's head, and the other boy let out a sigh of relaxation. Blaine leaned back into Kurt's pillows, rubbing steadily. He felt Kurt's breathing get steadier, and after a few minutes he felt his boyfriend fall asleep. Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's head and stroked the strands. Kurt shifted so he was resting on Blaine's belly, and Blaine snuggled down onto the bed until Kurt's head was against his chest.

They ended up napping like that for a few hours, completely missing the dinner period. It wasn't until Finn came into the room around nine that they realized they'd slept the whole evening.

Kurt finally changed in the bathroom from his gray slacks to a pair of loose black pants and a white Buckeyes shirt he'd evidently stolen from Finn. Luckily they didn't have any homework as it was still early in the year, so Blaine and Kurt had nothing on their agenda for the evening. Hyped up from their nap, they knew they weren't going to be able to go to sleep anytime soon.

Blaine decided to change as well when they reached his room. Doing a pseudo-striptease for Kurt, he shed his button-down slowly, fingering each tiny button before sliding it open. Once he had it off, he swung it over his head like a lasso, causing Kurt to giggle incessantly. Bare-chested, he traced his fingers down his own chest before fiddling with his pants button. Unable to keep his hands to himself anymore, Kurt reached across the bed and grabbed the waistband of the gray pants that needed to be on the floor yesterday. With practiced technique, Kurt pulled the zipper down with his teeth, using his deft fingers to unbutton the pants and pull them off. When Blaine was down to his maroon boxer-briefs, Kurt pulled him downward into the bed.

Their lips met without hesitation, their teeth clanking slightly as they messily fused their mouths together. Fingers worked their way in between Blaine's curls, and he moved his down the soft t-shirt covering Kurt's smooth skin. The soft t-shirt that needed to go.

He unattached their lips for a split second to pull the fabric over Kurt's head, tracing a finger underneath his waistband, asking for permission. When Kurt granted it semi-blushingly, Blaine found that his boyfriend had neglected his underwear.

Giggling, Kurt sat back on his heels, letting Blaine drink in every inch. Kurt slid his hands down Blaine's tanned sides, hooking his fingers in the stretchy band. Pulling away the final layer, it was Kurt's turn to marvel in the beauty that was his boyfriend.

Kurt pushed Blaine down into the pillows and kissed him fervently. His tongue made patterns against Blaine's in the warm, wet cavern. Pulling away, he fixed his mouth on Blaine's neck, sucking lightly. Fluttering kisses down Blaine's chest, Kurt left big wet lip prints along his hip. Moving slightly across the skin, he lapped up the pre-come leaking from Blaine's completely hard cock. Mouthing over it, Kurt swallowed it whole, bobbing up and down.

Blaine moaned sheepishly, and Kurt pulled off with a pop. Licking his own palm, he stroked his own hardness before pulling Blaine against him. Rolling so his boyfriend was on top, Kurt hooked his ankles around Blaine's back and dug in. Blaine rutted against him, and Kurt arched backward. Keening softly, Kurt bucked his hips against Blaine's, their slick erections sliding against each other.

Blaine felt the always-welcome heat in his stomach, and murmured to Blaine that he was close. Echoing his boyfriend, Kurt moaned before feeling himself come. Blaine shouted out his own orgasm almost instantly. Rolling off of Kurt, Blaine grabbed the tissues from nightstand, wiping the cum off of their chests.

With a coy smile, Kurt nodded toward Blaine's single bathroom, the shower of which hadn't been christened yet by the boys. Groaning audibly, Blaine smiled and tugged his boyfriend toward the door. The night had just begun.

Kurt's birthday was coming up and Blaine was freaking out. Last year they hadn't been officially together yet and Kurt had insisted that he not make a big deal out of it, so he didn't. He had gotten him a scarf and glove set with a Lima Bean gift card and that was that. This year though, he had to get something spectacular and it was seriously stressing him out. He had no ideas and only a week and a half to come up with something perfect. For now though, he'd put it in the back of his mind because he had a more pressing matter to tend to: talking Kurt into going on a double date with Finn and Rachel.

Rachel had been bugging him to set this date up since the day after the carnival at the end of the summer. Blaine had been hesitant because he knew that while Kurt tolerated Rachel and did like her most of the time, that she could be a little trying. Also, the fact that Finn was Kurt's step-brother wasn't really helping matters either. But Rachel kept on insisting and Blaine finally conceded so now here they were, sitting on Blaine's bed doing homework on Thursday night. Kurt was sprawled out on his stomach taking up most of the bed and Blaine couldn't help but smile at his adorableness.

"Hey babe?" Blaine asked, setting his pencil down on top of his notebook.

"Hmm?" Kurt mumbles, pen in his mouth as he concentrated on his history notes.

"So I was talking to Rachel," Blaine started and Kurt pulled the pen out of his mouth.

"Blaine, honey, we've talked about this before. You and Rachel thinking and talking together never ends well." Kurt smirked and Blaine just rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to disregard that previous comment and continue." Kurt nodded him on silently. "Rachel has been bugging me since the end of summer for the four of us to go on a double date."

"The four of us meaning you and I and Rachel and Finn, I presume?"

Blaine nodded. "You would presume correctly. I mean I know she's not your favorite person in the world and I know that Finn gets on your nerves a lot but Rachel's my best friend. And I actually think that this could be really fun. We'll do something different. We'll go out to a nice restaurant in Columbus or something. And I mean I know if you don't wanna go I'll just tell Rachel no, but-"

"Blaine." Kurt interrupted his rambling boyfriend. "I'll go. Rachel is tolerable in small doses and Finn, well, he's Finn. I can handle it. I wouldn't dare miss out on a nice dinner with my lovely boyfriend." Blaine grinned and lunged towards his boyfriend, almost knocking both of them off the bed. Kurt started laughing as Blaine continued to smother his face in kisses, everywhere from his forehead, to his cheeks, to his nose, whispering sweet little I love you's in between each one.

"Yes, yes. I know I'm amazing," Kurt laughed out during his kissing attack, "Now get off of me you big goof! We need to study!"

Kurt sat on his bed staring into his small Dalton closet. Warbler practice ran late today and he only had a little over an hour to get ready. Finn was lying on his bed playing XBOX, seemingly un-phased that they both had to be ready to leave soon. Heaving a sigh, Kurt got off his bed and pulled out his dark gray skinny jeans, a navy shirt and a pale blue vest. He didn't have time to think about it, nor did he have a lot of clothes to choose from. He quickly went into the bathroom and completed a quickened moisturizing routine and made sure his hair was perfectly coiffed. Just as he was slipping his pants on, Finn was finally turning off his game to get ready. Kurt rolled his eyes at his step-brother, feeling a slight jealousy towards him for being able to get ready so quickly. He finished the last button his vest and called into the bathroom that he was heading down the hall to Blaine's room.

Just as he was about to walk into the room, Blaine's door swung open to reveal none other than Rachel Berry.

"Hey Kurt!" Rachel called, "I got in a little early and Finn wasn't answering his cell phone, of course, so I called Blaine. You look great by the way, very handsome-" she went on, oblivious that Kurt was paying her no attention at all, his eyes fully focused on his boyfriend, who had a playful smirk on his face.

Mumbling a hello, he walked right past Rachel and over to his boyfriend, who looking stunning in striped pants and a black polo with a gray cardigan. Kurt slipped his arms around Blaine's waist and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

"Well, hello to you to." Blaine commented as Kurt pulled away.

"Sorry," Kurt replied, sheepishly. "I haven't gotten to do that all day."

"Oh, don't apologize, it was very well received." Blaine smirked as he leaned in to give Kurt another kiss.

Rachel cleared her voice, "If you boys are finished, we really need to be leaving soon if we're going to make our reservation." Blaine hummed in agreement and grabbed Kurt's hand and the three of them made their way to find Finn.

"So you guys, it's getting time to start thinking about filling out college applications. Have you narrowed down your choices yet?" Rachel asked nonchalantly over their dinner. Blaine and Kurt noticeably tensed. College has been the one topic that the two of them have avoided like the plague since the summer when Kurt brought it up once. Blaine didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to think about the possibility of splitting up from Kurt. Kurt had agreed not to talk about it until it was completely necessary.

"Well, we, uh, we," Blaine started, not really knowing what he was going to say because he really wasn't sure where he wanted to apply to college, and all he knew about Kurt was that he wanted to go the east coast, preferably somewhere in New York.

"We haven't discussed it with each other yet," Kurt stated, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He then reached over and gave Blaine's knee a quick squeeze and Blaine sent him a grateful look. This was definitely not a conversation they needed to have in front of Rachel and Finn.

"Really?" Rachel inquired, looking thoughtfully between the two boys.

"Really, Rachel. Please drop it." Blaine stated and Rachel sensed his tone and didn't bring it up for the rest of dinner. After dinner, the two couples split up for a little bit to spend some alone time together. Blaine and Kurt linked hands and made their way up the block to take in all the little shops.

"That was nice," Kurt said, after a long, comfortable silence. "Rachel was, dare I say, bearable tonight?"

Blaine chuckled and hummed in response. "She wasn't too bad at all. I'm glad you don't mind her because she really is my best friend." Kurt smiled and nudging Blaine's shoulder with his own.

"I know she is, silly. That's why I make the effort. I actually can appreciate her ambition. She's very, um, motivated." Blaine outright laughed at that.

"Yes, motivated would be a good word to use, I suppose. Even if it may be a bit of an understatement." Kurt giggled and stopped walking, turning Blaine toward him, so they were facing each other.

"Look, I know that you don't want to talk about college yet, but Rachel is right, we need to make a list of schools. We need to figure out if we want to even apply to the same schools. This is a big deal, Blaine. There's a lot to figure out."

Blaine slowly exhaled, shaking his head. "I know we need to talk about this. But can it not be tonight? Too much thinking and stress for such a nice evening, don't you think?" Kurt smiled.

"Yes you are right, it has been a nice evening, hasn't it?" Kurt leaned in and the two kissed slowly, but passionately on the empty sidewalk. After some time, the two pulled away to catch their breath.

"I think that we should go find Finn and Rachel, yeah?" Kurt nodded and grabbed his boyfriend's hands, slotting their fingers together as if they had been made for just that.

"Hey, Rachel?" Blaine whispered from his bed. Rachel had been given permission to spend the night at Dalton, and while it would have been nice to have Kurt there instead of Rachel, he was happy to have the extra time to spend with his friend. He, admittedly, had been very busy as of late and didn't have a lot of time to spend with her.

"Yes, Blaine?" Rachel sleepily whispered back.

"Do you think that Kurt and I will make it through college? We haven't talked about it at all it really worries me." Blaine asked, propping himself on his elbow to look over at his friend lying on the bed across from him. Rachel thought about that carefully for a minute before responding.

"I think that if anyone will survive college, it's the two of you. You two are made for each other. You support each other one hundred percent and I think that anything you decide to do, Kurt will continue to support that. I wouldn't worry about it at all." They both stayed silent for a while before Blaine finally spoke again.

"Thanks, Rach. I really hope you're right."

"No problem, Blainey. That's what I'm here for, right? Giving my amazing advice and leading you in all the right directions." Blaine laughed lightly. "I think the better question, though, is what the heck are you going to get Kurt for his birthday?"

Blaine groaned loudly and threw his head back on his pillow. "Rachel, I have NO idea. How terrible is that? Like what are you supposed to get Kurt? He literally has everything he needs."

"Well," Rachel started, after a moment of thought, "What if you took him shopping to pick it out?"

"Rachel Berry, that may be the best idea you've ever had." Rachel grinned triumphantly.

"Of course it is." Blaine rolled his eyes, flicked off his lamp and they fell asleep shortly after.

"Blaine! Stop! You're going to pull my arm out of its socket!" Kurt shrieked, laughing as he followed his over-excited boyfriend down the hall of their dorm. It was Friday afternoon and Kurt knew that Blaine had something up his sleeve for his birthday weekend, he just wasn't sure what. When they reached Kurt's door, Blaine hopped energetically until Kurt found his keys and let them in. Then, Blaine moved to his boyfriend's bed and continued his bunny impression.

"Blaine! What's gotten into you today?" Kurt asked, smiling as he sank into his desk chair. Blaine merely shook his head excitedly.

"No time to sit Kurt! You need to pack!"

"Pack? Pack for what?" Kurt exclaimed in reply.

"Your birthday weekend! Did you really think we'd spend it here in Westerville? Come on, Kurt, give me a little credit." Blaine said with a grin. "Now, you need one fancy outfit for dinner, a few simple, casual day outfits, and your toiletries."

Kurt groaned. "Blaine! You know outfit-planning takes me hours to do, on a good day. Any time spent outside this navy polyester straitjacket is blessed, and carefully-"

"Kurt! Just pull the first few outfits that come to mind and then I'll give you approximately thirty minutes to coordinate your dinner ensemble. But we've gotta hurry and stay on schedule!"

His boyfriend sighed and immediately began tearing his closet apart. Blaine pried open his history textbook and skimmed the chapter on Mesopotamia, eyes flicking to the clock every now and again.

When it hit four-thirty, Blaine let out a buzz.

"That's time!" he called over to Kurt, who had what appeared to be an entire fall collection spread across his bed. "Go put this in your suitcase and grab your skincare stuff, we've got exactly twenty-eight minutes until we need to be on the road and out of here!"

Kurt sighed and began folding the pieces he'd selected. Without Blaine noticing, he carefully packed his seven outfits, tucking accessories into the side pocket of the suitcase. Retreating into the bathroom, he pulled all the necessary products, unblushingly including the bottle of KY sitting in his medicine cabinet.

Finally, they were ready to leave. After a quick trip down to Blaine's bedroom to grab his duffel bag, the boys jumped into Blaine's Jeep.

"You could at least let me know where we're going, considering I'll have to tell Finn so he won't worry. I know we're going overnight somewhere, Blaine, you made me pack a suitcase for god's sake."

Blaine shook his head. "I already told Finn. He's known for about a week now, and so has your dad, so don't try to pull any of that."

He drove them straight north for about two hours, until Kurt could see the city lights of Cleveland.

"We're going to Cleveland!" Kurt said, straightening in his seat. "The shopping is supposedly excellent! Oh my god, this is so exciting!"

"Well, we've already conquered Columbus, so I figured we could try something new," Blaine said, smiling. He drove them into the city, maneuvering the narrow streets until they pulled up to the hotel. Kurt's jaw dropped as he read the name.

"The Ritz-Carlton, Blaine!" He said, squeezing his boyfriend's arm. Blaine simply laughed.

"But baby, you shouldn't have went all out like this," Kurt continued, and his boyfriend shook his head.

"Don't be crazy. You're worth it. Besides, the hotel part was Sophia's gift. She still swears she owes you for all this wedding planning."

Kurt managed to compose himself as they walked into the luxurious lobby. Blaine checked them in while Kurt took in the surroundings, attempting to not seem like a complete country bumpkin.

Key cards in hand, the boys rode the elevator up to the eighth floor, where they let themselves into a gorgeous room. They had a view of the garden courtyard below, an enormous king sized bed, and a Jacuzzi tub.

"Blaine, this is amazing!" Kurt squealed, taking the moment to kiss his wonderful boyfriend. He whipped out his phone to call Sophia and when she answered, he gushed endlessly into her ear.

Blaine set to unpacking their things while Kurt chatted with his sister. He carefully hung all of Kurt's clothes, and placed their toiletries in the bathroom next to each other, marveling at how perfectly domestic it seemed. He could picture his hair gel sitting next to Kurt's moisturizer in an apartment when they went off to college the next year.

Shaking the fantasy out of his head, he finished and stumbled back into the living room. Kurt was lying across the sofa, propped up on an elbow. He quickly leaned down and kissed his boyfriend, who sighed in reply. Kurt pulled Blaine in further and deepened the kiss. Blaine eased himself slowly on top of Kurt, massaging his boyfriend's head as he curled his fingers into the strands.

Blaine broke the kiss eventually, sliding so he was lying in between Kurt and the back of the couch. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, kissing the back of his neck.

"Do you want to go grab something for dinner?" He whispered into Kurt's ear.

"I'd much rather do this all night," Kurt replied, but his stomach growled almost instantly after he finished. Blaine laughed and kissed Kurt's cheek. He responded by sitting up on the couch, standing, and helping Blaine up. They changed into fresh shirts and headed back to the concierge. Upon her recommendation, the boys wandered down Third Street and into a little Italian bistro. There, they ate pasta that blew Breadstix out of the water until they were so full, Blaine unbuttoned his jeans.

They slowly made their way back to the Ritz, fingers intertwined. They enjoyed a comfortable silence until they were in their room again. Kurt disappeared to shower and begin his skincare routine, while Blaine opted to catch the score of the Buckeyes game. A few minutes later, though, he got a different idea.

Crossing the room, he shed his clothes quickly, making sure that the main door was securely locked. Then he opened the door to the bathroom, where Kurt was mid-shower-and mid-belt. It never ceased to amaze Blaine that Kurt never missed an opportunity to perform, even for himself. Smiling, he slid open the frosted glass door and slid his arms around Kurt's slick waist.

Kurt didn't even flinch at the touch, simply leaning back against his boyfriend's chest. Spinning around, he pressed his lips to Blaine, opening his mouth to grant his tongue access. He pulled Blaine under the stream, using his shampoo to help his fingers work through the dark curls. Kurt turned Blaine back around after he was done with his hair, massaging his shoulders and back. When he was finished, he kissed his way up the wet skin, turning so he could meet Blaine's lips at the top.

Within a minute, Blaine felt himself begin to harden. Reaching behind Kurt, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping himself in a fluffy towel, he passed one to his boyfriend, whose skin was glowing after all his treatments. Taking him by the hand, he led him to the bed. Securing their lips in a kiss, the boys silently decided to take advantage of their huge bed.

The next morning, Kurt awoke to a puppy next to him. Rather, his boyfriend in pure puppy form.

"Kurt! It's your birthday! You're officially an adult!" Blaine said excitedly, squeezing him. Kurt laughed, wrapping his arms around Blaine as well. They kissed for a few minutes, until finally Kurt pulled away.

"I love you, but...morning breath. You're fine, but you know I'm self-conscious." Kurt explained, walking nakedly across to the bathroom. Blaine let out a catcall as Kurt swayed his hips. He quickly brushed his teeth and returned to the bed, where Blaine was replacing the phone receiver.

"Who was that?" Kurt asked. Blaine shook his head in reply.

"No one, baby," he answered, kissing him lightly on the nose. Kurt knew when Blaine was hiding something, but he let it go. They resumed their kissing for a little while longer, letting their hands roam down their backs. Blaine pulled away eventually, and the two got ready for the day.

They opted for a quick coffee-and-muffin breakfast at the cafe downstairs before Blaine led them down the street.

"Now, Kurt, you should know by now that you're actually impossible to shop for. I mean it. I couldn't even start to think of what to get you for your birthday."

"Baby, please, this trip is gift enough!" Kurt insisted. Blaine shook his head.

"Not at all! You only turn eighteen once, love. So I decided that instead of me picking you out something ridiculous that you'll inevitably hide in the back of your closet, I'm just going to take you shopping."

Kurt's eyes widened in surprise.

"But you already are doing so much, baby, I couldn't!"

"Oh, shush. It's not like we're going to Cartier. Just go into these stores and pick out some things that you like. Even you deserve some new clothes every once in a while." Blaine laughed, and Kurt kissed him lightly.

"Have I told you lately you're the best boyfriend ever?" Kurt replied with a smile.

"Mmm, I'm sure you have...but you can say it again." Blaine answered.

Hand in hand, the two spent hours traversing the boutiques. Kurt ended up with a couple scarves, two tops, a vest, and the tightest pair of black pants that Blaine had ever seen. When Kurt had come out of the fitting room in them, Blaine had to shift uncomfortably in his seat to keep from revealing just how happy those pants made him.

Around four they made it back to the hotel, where Kurt instantly set to adding his new clothes to the garments already hanging in the closet. When he returned to the room, he found Blaine had collapsed onto the bed.

"What time are our dinner reservations?" he asked Blaine before the boy completely dozed off. When he heard him murmur "Eight" in reply, he set the phone alarm for six forty-five and snuggled into Blaine's arms for a nap.

When the annoying chirp of the Blackberry woke him nearly three hours later, Kurt felt refreshed. He let Blaine sleep a little bit longer as he set about moisturizing. Around seven fifteen, he nudged his boyfriend from his slumber before returning to the closet to play with his outfit selections again.

Finally, he decided on an ensemble he actually liked. By this time, Blaine was dressed with his hair done, and was sitting patiently in an armchair. At quarter to eight, they departed for dinner.

Blaine had selected a trendy Asian-fusion place for dinner, and Kurt was pleasantly surprised. He loved the atmosphere immensely; it was like the anti-Lima. This was exactly the kind of place he could see himself dining with Blaine this time next year, when they were happily ensconced in their quaint New York City apartment. They hadn't exactly said they were going off to school together yet, but Kurt knew that they needed to be together for college, and Kurt's heart belonged in New York. He tried not to get lost in his future plans as he clinked his glass against Blaine's.

After finishing their second amazing dinner in a row, the two returned to their hotel room. Blaine had a sneaky smile on his face, and Kurt couldn't help but wonder if it had anything to do with that mysterious phone call from the morning.

His suspicions were thwarted, however, when he entered the room. It was exactly as he'd left it...or so it seemed.

"Why don't you grab a shower, and then we can snuggle and see which crappy movie is on HBO tonight?" Blaine suggested as he kicked off his shoes. Kurt nodded and undressed in the bedroom so he could carefully put his clothes away. Wrapping himself in a robe, he shot Blaine a coy smile as he wandered toward the bathroom.

There, he found the Jacuzzi tub brimming with lavender-scented bubbles and rose petals. There were vanilla-scented tea lights surrounding the tub and all over the countertop. Blaine's iHome was playing soft music, and the room emanated the luxurious scent and glow.

As Kurt basked in this amazing sight, he heard the door open behind him. He turned to place a shocked kiss to Blaine's lips, smiling as they pulled apart. Blaine slid off Kurt's robe, tracing his fingers down his chest and stomach. He was always in awe of his boyfriend's porcelain skin, but in the candlelight, it almost glimmered. Sliding into the tub, he leaned back against the wall, holding out a hand so Kurt would join him. He pulled Kurt flush against his chest, holding him tight in his arms.

Blaine trickled his fingers up and down Kurt's arm, soaping him up. He then used what Kurt called "magic fingers" to work out the kinks in his boyfriend's shoulders. Blaine kneaded the skin delicately until he had reduced Kurt to jelly. He leaned back against Blaine in the tub, enjoying the warm water and the feeling of closeness he had right now.

They stayed in that position until his fingers were beyond pruned and the bubbles were almost all gone. Sighing that their skin had to pull apart, they dried their bodies off quickly and made their way to the bedroom.

Kurt sat down on the edge of the bed and Blaine laid Kurt down gently after pulling down the blankets. Hovering over him, he pressed kisses along his chest and shoulders, teasing lightly at Kurt's neck. Kurt shivered when Blaine's mouth grazed his nipple before returning to kiss him. Their tongues met in the warm cavern that was their mouths. They kissed passionately, as if they had all the time in the world-and in that instant, Kurt realized that they did.

They were completely alone in this hotel room, no distractions, just them. He could spend the next five hours kissing Blaine if he wanted to-and did he want to. Blaine's legs were bracing Kurt's sides, their chests touching. But they weren't close enough, in Kurt's opinion. Grabbing his boyfriend's ass, he forced their bodies to touch everywhere.

They shifted so they were on their sides, trailing their arms along each other's hips. Rolling again, Kurt found himself on top. He kissed Blaine's neck and firm pec muscle. He could feel Blaine's throbbing hardness against his thigh, and thrusted to give some friction. Blaine helped them roll again, nudging Kurt's legs apart.

"I want to take care of you," he requested, and Kurt nodded. Blaine went to retrieve the lube from his suitcase, and Kurt groaned at the loss of feeling his boyfriend's skin.

Blaine prepped him carefully, until Kurt was urging him for more. A second later, Kurt felt himself become full in the best way possible. He reached down to grip Blaine's hand and his boyfriend responded by kissing him at the same time. Blaine eased himself in and out slowly, not wanting to break the connection their mouths had made.

Eventually, Kurt felt himself tensing below. He used his free hand to tighten his fingers in Blaine's hair, and he came without a touch. A second later, Blaine released inside of him.

As gross as he felt, he didn't want to pull away from Blaine. His boyfriend seemed to understand this, and slowly slid out of him after a few minutes to pull a few tissues from the box besides the bed. After cleaning Kurt off, Blaine pulled him in to sleep against his chest, the favorite position of both boys.

The next morning, Kurt awoke to find Blaine had beaten him to the punch, again. In the place where a curly-haired boy should be there was a tray with Belgian waffles topped with fresh strawberries and two mugs of coffee. Blaine walked into the room a second later and snuggled up behind Kurt.

"Sorry, I was tipping room service," Blaine explained, handing Kurt a fork. They fed each other breakfast in a decidedly adorable fashion. Eventually, Blaine helped Kurt get out of bed, and they dressed for their final morning in the city.

"Now, this might be more of a present for me than you, but I can't deny that you'll probably like it," Blaine explained as they pulled up to a triangular glass building. They walked inside of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and Kurt instantly got excited. One of the first exhibits included a sequin gown worn by Madonna and a handwritten page from her diary. All four of the Beatles' Sgt. Pepper outfits were carefully encased in glass, and Michael Jackson's glittery glove rotated next to a mask from the Thriller video.

A few hours later, the boys had finally seen all the memorabilia. Making their way back to the car, they chattered on about the things they'd seen.

They found themselves back at Dalton that night faced with neglected homework and an inquisition about their weekend from Finn. Ignoring both, they curled up on Blaine's bed to enjoy one last night of togetherness before they had to go back to reality. The next day was a teacher in-service, so they could do all their work then. Besides, being able to spend another night together was worth whatever would come tomorrow.