Alisha sat at home waiting for her husband. He had texted her earlier that night saying that he would be a little late. Evidently the director of the show they were starring in needed him to stay later to rehearse a song. That was around seven o'clock. The clock had just struck eleven. Her patience started to wear off. So Alisha went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She sat with her Ipod in her ears, clad in a lacy, short, very revealing, sexy little red nightgown. Her brown hair cascaded around her shoulders, hanging in loose ringlets. After a very hard day at work, all Alisha wanted to do was come home with her man and feel loved. It appeared that it would be impossible to do that now since she was starting to get angry. She was so engrossed in the novel she was reading that she didn't even hear the door open or her husband walk in.

"Babe?" He spotted her in the lounge chair, her back to him. As he walked closer he noticed her outfit and cursed to himself. Dang it, she probably wanted to have a romantic night. Nice goin Blaine. He decided not to think about it and leaned down, pressing his lips to the top of her head and gently taking the headphones out of her ears. "Hey sweetheart," He whispered seductively in her ear.

The sound of his voice and his breath hot on her skin made it hard for her to not turn to jelly right there. Instead she replied with an uninterested, "What?"

He knew that was a bad sign. Maybe I can soften her up. "I missed you." He crooned as he slowly moved her hair and planted soft kisses along the back of her neck. Her silence forced him to talk more. "Babe?"

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry," He murmured, sliding his hands down her smooth arms, fingering the red fabric.

"I bet you are." She responded with an icy tone.

"I am. You look so beautiful. It seems like such a waste to just let you go without showing you how much I appreciate it."

She inhaled deeply as he slid his pokey cheek over hers. His stubble against her skin totally turned her on and he knew it. Oh my gods. She wanted it just as much as he did. Maybe I'll give it to hi- NO! I'm pissed! She leaned her head back and let her eyes meet his, a small smile curled on his lips. "If you think you're gonna get something now… You couldn't be more wrong."

Shit, He said to himself. Well I have one thing left…. Desperate times call for desperate measures. He walked around the chair and knelt in front of her, his hands snaking up her legs, "Don't move Mrs. Anderson. I'll be right back." He slid his calloused fingers off of her bare thigh and strode into the other room shooting a dashing smile over his shoulder as he left. Moments later he came out still in his leather jacket, green t-shirt, and black skinny jeans. He set his Ipod dock on the mantle above the fireplace and pressed the play button.

Vum Vum Vum Vum...
Vum Vum Vum Vum...
Oooh...

He pumped his shoulders up and down, loosening his neck and body. He took a deep breath and his eyes snapped up to hers.

Baby girl, where you at?
Got no strings, got men attached
Can't stop that feelin' for long no
Mmmm

He smiled and winked, his green eyes sparkling with delight. He knew that inside Alisha was totally melting. Blaine dropped to his knees in front of her and let his hands roam over her body.

You makin' dogs wanna beg
Breaking them off your fancy legs
But they make you feel right at home, now

He placed a sultry kiss on her thigh but spun away quickly, avoiding her slap that was meant for his face.

See all these illusions just take us too long
And I want it bad...
Because you walk pretty,
Because you talk pretty,
'Cause you make me sick

Blaine pounded his fits to his chest, tugging on the material of his shirt.

And I'm not leavin', till you're leavin'

Oh I swear there's something when she's pumpin',
Asking for a raise
Well does she want me to carry her home now?
So does she want me to buy her things?
On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my shirt,
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?

Blaine threw off his jacket and literally tore off his green shirt as he sang, getting Lisha's full attention.

When I get you alone
When I get you you'll know baby
When I get you alone
When I get you alone.

Alisha's eyes trickled up his body, enjoying the sight of his tanned abs. Ever since Blaine started on Broadway he worked out every day. His pecks and abs became very nicely defined and it was times like this that he knew it really paid off.

Baby girl you da shhh
That makes you my equivalent
Well you can keep your toys in the drawer tonight,

He 'snuck' behind her and passionately swept his hands up from her waist to her neck caressing every inch he touched.

All right
All my dawgs talkin' fast-
Ain't you got some photographs?

Lisha scoffed and rolled her eyes. She left her spot on the lounge chair and walked down the small hallway to the master bed room.

'Cause you shook that room like a star, now
Yes you did, yes you did oh

Blaine grabbed the dock and followed close behind her. He set it on the dresser and closed the door and locked it as well, a devilish smile on his lips.

All these intrusions just take us too long

And I want you so bad...

He grabbed his wife from the back, pulling her to his chest, letting his hands rest on her stomach. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled, the scent almost too much for him to handle.

Because you walk steady,
Because you talk steady,
'Cause you make me sick
And I'm not leavin', till you're leavin'

Alisha could feel Blaine getting increasingly rougher and she knew how much he wanted this. All she could think about was the levels of sexual tension passed between them. She smiled slightly and decided to lead him on. It was her turn to be the passionate one.

So I pray to something she aint bluffin',
Rubbin' up on me

As he sang she turned and magnetized her hips against his, running her nails through his hair, just the way he liked it. She kissed his jaw line, making her way up to his ear and whispered something, causing him to close his eyes and catch his breath.

Well does she want me to make a vow?
Check it
Well does she want me to make it now?

Instead of fulfilling the promise she made in his ear she smiled evilly and pushed him back gently, escaping his grasp. She tossed her hair and slowly laid down on the king sized bed, a triumphant look on her face.

On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my voice,
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?

Blaine's sparkling green eyes turned almost a jet black from the feelings he had going on in his chest. He was going to win this fight one way or another. He made his way to the bed, each breath more erotic than the one before. Alisha's eyes widened as he crawled from the foot of the bed towards her.

When I get you alone
When I get you you'll know babe
When I get you alone
When I get you alone now

When I get you alone

Blaine growled the last note inches away from her face. Alisha's spine tingled as his body hovered above her own. "Well?" He whispered yearningly in her ear.

"Screw it that was so damn sexy!" (Sorry I just had to ) Alisha pulled down his face lustfully and let his lips attack hers harder than she had ever felt before.

About a month and a half later Alisha sat in their small living room staring into the fire with a contented smile on her face. "Hey honey," Blaine called from the kitchen, "Do you want some wine?"

"No thanks, I'm good." She replied.

He came out with his black eyebrows furrowed, "That's odd. I thought we'd gotten into the habit of sitting by the fire with our wine. I thought it was romantic."

"Well some of my habits are going to change soon."

"Oh," Was all the response she got out of him. He obviously didn't follow her train of thought. They sat quietly for a while then Lisha stood.

"I'll be right back, I have something for you." She brought back a white box and handed it to Blaine, sitting close to him and laying her head on his shoulder.

He opened the package and under the tissue paper he found a tiny dark blue blazer with red piping and a small Dalton Academy patch on the chest of the jacket. Blaine laughed at the adorable present and turned to her, "It's awesome sweetheart but I don't think it'll fit me."

Alisha sighed and shook her head, "That's because it's not actually for you."

"Is it for Becca and Riker's baby?"

She gave up, "Oh my gosh." Alisha stood and shook her head. "No silly, it's not for Riker's baby." She sank her fingers into Blaine's curls and gently guided his face, laying his cheek on her stomach, "It's for your baby."

Blaine was sure his heart stopped. He slowly looked up at his wife who was smiling as big as her face would allow her. He pulled her onto his lap and did his best to speak, "I'm… I'm… I'm gonna have a…." He let his voice trail off and simply smiled and kissed his wife lovingly. His life was perfect.