Kurt stood at the gate, nervously awaiting Blaine's arrival. His condo was cleaned within an inch of its life, his fridge had food in it that Blaine had mentioned liking during their correspondence. Kurt, himself, was dressed carefully and thoughtfully, hoping to impress the stranger that was his husband. He had to admit, though, Blaine didn't feel as much like a stranger anymore. The way he'd initiated so many texts and emails had encouraged Kurt and made him feel like they were at least friendly acquaintances at this point.
Seeing people spill from the direction of the gate, he kept his eye out for the curly haired man. As short as Blaine was, he didn't think he'd see much else. He saw a guitar bouncing along before he saw the curly hair and smiling face of his husband. Moving forward, he couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face.
"Hi Blaine!" he said as they approached each other.
"Hey Kurt," Blaine responded and pulled the taller man in for a hug and a light kiss on the cheek.
His heart fluttering at the contact, Kurt cleared his throat. "Um, here, welcome to New York," he said and wrapped a scarf around Blaine's neck.
Looking down at the bright red scarf with the NY logo, Blaine laughed out loud. "Thank you. It's like Hawaii only Kurt-style," he said. "Want to show me where baggage claim is?"
"Sure," Kurt said and turned them in the direction they needed to go. He had been ready to offer to take Blaine's bag, but it was just his guitar and a backpack. "How was your flight?"
"As I'm sure you know, it was fantastic," Blaine said, giving him a grin and a knowing look. "Thank you by the way."
Blushing, Kurt returned his smile. "Everyone should fly first class at some point in their life. Especially if they have to cross the entire country."
"I agree. It was much better than being squished between smelly people. Or, like on my flight from Ohio, being sat between a talker and a sleeper. The talker literally never stopped and the sleeper decided I was a good pillow," Blaine said with a roll of his eyes. "So flying first class, next to an empty seat, I might add, was marvelous."
"I'm glad to hear that. I've encountered a talker and a sleeper before. I faked a sneeze with the sleeper and ended up knocking the guy in the jaw with my shoulder," Kurt said with a giggle.
"Getting abusive, huh? I've never tried that before," Blaine winked at him.
They arrived at the luggage carousel and Kurt helped him pull two large rolling suitcases down. Gripping the handle, Kurt directed them toward the exit.
"When will your boxes be arriving?" he asked.
"Hopefully day after tomorrow. And hopefully, nothing will be broken," Blaine replied. "It was nerve wracking to pack all of my records and entrust them to a moving company."
Kurt shuddered. "I can imagine. Did you use the company I suggested? They really did have the highest standards."
Blaine nodded. "I did. They even gave me a discount for needing a cross-country move."
"Oh good," Kurt exclaimed. "Discounts are always good, whether for clothes or moving companies."
With the ease of a true New Yorker, Kurt got them loaded up and into a cab with no fuss. Over the course of the forty minute drive, they discussed more about Blaine's move and what he would need to do to stay in contact with his manager and agent.
When they got to Kurt's building, Blaine watched as Kurt easily slid the driver money before getting out and helping with the suitcases. Looking up at the building, Blaine squinted and gave a low whistle.
"This is home?" he asked, his eyes tracking the floors that seemed to go on for miles.
"It is," Kurt said proudly. "I hope you'll come to love living here as much as I do."
Gazing at the sincere face of his husband, Blaine smiled. "I'm sure I will."
They got into the elevator and Kurt hit the button for the thirtieth floor.
"I can't believe I am going to be living thirty floors above the ground," Blaine said. "How on earth did you afford this place?"
Kurt shrugged modestly. "I have a good job."
Blaine stared at him. "You have a good job. Kurt, I googled this place when I was planning the move and I know how much one of these places go for. Good jobs mean you can eat Chinese takeout on a couch instead of a milk crate. I know we never discussed actual income, but come on. You have to admit you have more than just a good job."
Kurt smiled. "Okay, I have a really good job."
Blaine smacked him on the arm and laughed. "Smart ass."
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I can make you eat on a milk crate," Kurt offered snarkily.
"Hell no. I'm going to recline like Cleopatra and have young studs feed me my Chinese," Blaine said with a snort.
"You just snorted," Kurt pointed out. "And I'm the only young stud who will be feeding you, so don't get any ideas."
Blaine's eyes went wide at Kurt's statement. Kurt realized what he said and turned a brilliant shade of pink.
"Hey," Blaine said. "When you got it, you got it. And you, husband dear, have definitely got it."
The elevator doors opened and Kurt gave a sigh of relief. "And you, husband, are a flirt," he said, taking a suitcase and walking through the foyer to his door.
"Guilty. Wait a second," Blaine said looking around. "Are you the only one on this floor?"
Kurt nodded as he opened the door. Hearing a thud, he turned around, concern on his face. Blaine had dropped his backpack and set his guitar down. "What are you doing?" he got out before giving a shriek as Blaine picked him up bridal style.
"I am carrying my husband across the threshold," he declared as he easily carried Kurt into the condo. "I didn't want to miss out on another marriage convention." He let Kurt down and before the other man could say anything, Blaine brought their lips together. Just as he remembered, his husbands lips were full and soft. He moved his lips on Kurt's, learning the feel of him, but staying light so Kurt wouldn't freak out.
To his surprise, Kurt let out a deep moan against his lips and brought his hands to cup Blaine's face. Pleased, Blaine increased the pressure of his lips and opened his mouth just slightly, feeling Kurt's hot breath against him. He rested his hands on Kurt's slim waist before testing the seam of his lips with his tongue. Kurt opened up beneath him with another moan and Blaine slid his tongue inside his husbands mouth. He gasped at the sensation of their tongues meeting and felt Kurt tremble beneath his hands. Before he knew it, their tongues were moving, tasting, learning the feel of the other. Kurt's mouth felt like heaven and Blaine couldn't seem to get enough.
Meanwhile, Kurt was lost in the sensation of his husbands hot mouth against his own. He had been kissed before, but nothing like this. The heat, the taste, the sensation of Blaine's lips and tongue were quickly taking over all of his senses. His jeans were uncomfortably tight as his body responded to the bevy of feelings overwhelming him.
Blaine felt his husbands groin against his and moaned as their obvious hard-ons rubbed against one another. Suddenly realizing they were still in the doorway and not wanting to take it too far too fast, Blaine slowed the kiss down. Kurt whimpered as Blaine closed his lips and he smiled, knowing they were both sad to have the kiss end.
With a final soft touch of his lips, Blaine pulled back, breathing hard. Kurt's eyes were glazed over and Blaine kept a hold of his waist just in case he was unsteady.
"Should I apologize?" Blaine asked softly.
"Yes," Kurt replied weakly.
Blaine sobered quickly. He'd thought Kurt had been enjoying it as much as he was. His stomach twisted with disappointment. "I'm very sorry, Kurt, I thought…"
"You should apologize for stopping," Kurt interrupted with a finger on Blaine's swollen lips.
Relief made Blaine chuckle against the finger before he kissed it. "Thank god. I thought I'd gotten it all wrong. I'm sorry, husband, for ending our kiss."
Kurt stepped back, his cheeks flushed, a pleased expression on his face. "You can make it up to me by kissing me later."
Blaine grinned. "It's a steep price to pay, but I think I can do that."
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They finally pulled Blaine's luggage in and Kurt gave him a tour of the condo. Blaine loved the floor to ceiling windows in the main room. He could picture many afternoons of composing and playing his guitar while looking out over the busy city below. Kurt's taste in decoration was subtle yet elegant. At the same time, though, it felt comfortable and well lived in. The furniture was done in shades of gray and black with splashes of color thrown in among the pillows and art on the white walls. It was an open floor plan, so standing in the door, you could see the living and dining rooms as well as the kitchen. Off of the main living area were several other large rooms. One was a library that had couches and chairs as well as a piano in it. Another was Kurt's office. From there, Kurt showed him two empty rooms that were now his to do whatever he wanted with. One held an entire wall of black shelving that would perfectly hold his record collection. From there, Kurt pointed out a guest room, a bathroom.
Stopping in the middle of the tour, he turned to Blaine, his face bright pink.
"We never discussed the issue of bedrooms," he announced. As Blaine was about to respond, Kurt held his finger up. "Let me just share the options and you can decide what you would be most comfortable with, okay?" Blaine nodded and Kurt continued. "Okay. There are two master suites here. They are the same size. I am using one, obviously. There is a door that connects both rooms," he continued, his cheeks brightening again. "I am perfectly comfortable with you having your own room and never coming into mine," he said.
Blaine felt something twist in his stomach, but he understood where Kurt was coming from.
Kurt wasn't finished. "I am also comfortable with the door between the rooms staying open." With a cough, Kurt ended his speech. "I am also perfectly comfortable with sharing a room. The decision is up to you."
Blaine looked at him with wide eyes as Kurt watched him, waiting patiently. He hadn't been expecting that. He also didn't expect the surge of happiness that came with the last option. Before he could hesitate, he opened his mouth and spoke.
"I'd like it if we shared a room," he said.
Kurt let out a breath and bestowed a glorious smile on him. "Good, I was hoping you'd say that. I've already made space for you. I really think it will be good for our marriage, you know, bring us closer. Studies have shown that sharing a living space such as a bedroom can knock down personal barriers and bring out people's true natures," Kurt chattered as he walked into the master suite.
"And then there's the kisses," Blaine offered with a grin.
"And then there's the kisses," Kurt repeated shyly.
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Sorry to end it so abruptly! Will try to put out another chapter later today.