I have spent the last two hours watching Ellen videos. I can barely breathe right now! 'Penis broken. Please use finger.'

Oh god. Calm. Calm...

So I've been planning this chapter for a while. Yay, Cedes! Also, a bit of horny Klaine. Just because.

And if you haven't read IThinkILeftMyCoatOutside's Glowing yet, then why not? Do it. Just do it.

Previously

Blaine and Kurt had to reveal to the Warblers that Robert had only few days left to live, but Kurt had to take over completely when it got too much for the Warblers' director.

-*T&C*-

"Thank you for earlier," Blaine whispered as he shut the apartment door behind him, drawing Kurt back and holding him close. He dug his nose under Kurt's chin and breathed him in. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Well it's a good thing you had me then, isn't it," Kurt replied, trying to smile. "You'll always have me."

"What did I do to deserve you?" Blaine pulled out of the hold. Kurt was expecting him to look melancholy, but he didn't. He was smiling, and genuinely happy.

"You were you," Kurt responded, then kissed Blaine briefly but enough to make their toes curl in pleasure. "Do you want to go out?" he asked as he pulled away.

"Now?"

Kurt nodded. "We have this weekend ahead of us and we don't know what's going to happen next week. So I say we make the most of this time. We could go out for a meal or something, save us cooking. Or, not, if you don't feel like it, but I just thought that ma-"

"Kurt." Blaine cut his boyfriend off from his rambling, who then watched Blaine, his blue eyes bright and wide. "That sounds amazing."

Kurt smiled and pecked Blaine's lips quickly. "Great. So where do you want to go?"

Another twenty minutes found them changed and leaving the apartment again. They hadn't called ahead anywhere to book, but they figured they'd go and see which places had free tables. Neither of them were really bothered with where they ate; they just wanted to go out and forget.

By the time they reached the third restaurant which turned them away, there were beginning to think they'd have to go home and order in. But they figured they'd try one more place. They stopped outside the place they had been to with Gina and 'Reggie' and Blaine held the door open for Kurt to walk in ahead of him.

"Hello, I don't suppose you have a table for two?"

The waiter consulted his book. "When for?"

"Now," Kurt replied.

The man ran his finger down lists of names and tables and what ever other codes they used in those secret books. "I'm sorry, sir, we're fully booked for toni-"

"Kurt?"

The man was interrupted as a brunette waitress approached where they stood at a jog, dodging through tables. Kurt and Blaine watched her, and as she reached them her identity fell into their heads.

"Sandy," Blaine greeted with a smile. "Hi."

"Hey, you two. You looking for a table for tonight?"

"It's okay," Kurt joined in, "we've just been told you're fully booked. We'll just get a takeout from home."

Sandy shook her head. "Don't be ridiculous. I'll find you a table somewhere."

"No, Sandy, it's fine," Blaine insisted.

"No, please. Stay. I'll set you a table."

Kurt looked at Blaine to gauge his reaction. He saw him smiling and smiled himself. "In which case that'd be great."

"So, have you two been up to much since I last saw you?"

Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but then thought of exactly what had happened. Yeah, they'd been through a lot. He looked across at his boyfriend, seeing he was having a similar problem. He wondered if they made the wrong decision in asking Sandy to join them at their table. But then Blaine's hand found his under the table and they knew it was okay.

"Yes, rather a lot, actually," Blaine admitted. "We took the Dalton Academy Warblers to Nationals and picked up second place. Um, when we came back, I... I was too brash and paid for it. Then-"

Kurt cut him off. "He proposed to me. I said no."

"Oh." Sandy seemed surprised, and though she tried her hardest not to show it, Kurt could see she was shocked.

"Then," Blaine continued, trying not to make Kurt feel bad by dwelling upon the rejected proposal any longer because they had worked it out and everything was fine, "we've been back at work. Kurt may have got a promotion."

"Hardly a promotion, C." Kurt turned to Sandy. "I may have had a few designs picked up by my manager and she's sent them off for the head team at Tommy Bahama to look at. Besides," he looked back at his boyfriend, "I haven't heard anything back yet. It's probably come to nothing."

Blaine raised an eyebrow in a thoroughly Kurt move. "I've seen what you've designed. Trust me. They'll snap it up."

Kurt blushed and smiled, kissing Blaine softly but quickly on his lips. Sandy had to suppress a squeal. She had no idea why Kurt had said no, but that wasn't any of her business. She could see that the two were disgustingly in love. She'd never seen anything sweeter.

"How about you?" Kurt asked Sandy, after dragging his eyes away from his boyfriend. "Has anything exciting been happening?"

Sandy gave them both a look. "I have been in here every day and the most exciting thing to happen was a man being served the wrong dish."

Kurt laughed. "Oh, honey."

"When we get home, your cock is going in my ass."

Kurt blushed deeply, but couldn't help but moan as Blaine's warm breath tickled his neck. Maybe walking back when they were so turned on wasn't such a good idea. But what else could they have done? They started walking more quickly, sensing an urgent need to get back to the apartment and tear each others clothes off.

"I'm gonna pin you to the bed and I'm gonna ride you. And I'm gonna ride you so hard."

This time there was no way for Kurt to conceal his moan. He only hoped they made it home soon. He did a quick calculation with the small part of his brain that was still functioning. About five minutes. Hopefully less. Hopefully a lot less.

"I wanna-"

"Blaine, if you don't stop talking, then my dick will be physically stopping you from speaking. And if that doesn't work then I still have some old ties I think we can use."

Blaine keened loudly and their pace increased even more.

In what felt to them like half an hour, but was more realistically a couple of minutes, the horny pair made it back to the apartment block. As soon as they entered the lift, Blaine pinned Kurt to the wall and attacked his lips. Kurt smirked and flipped them over, pushing Blaine into the carpet (seriously, who carpets walls?) and grinding against his hip. The lift came to a stop and Kurt pulled back, walking calmly down the corridor. Blaine watched him go, eyes wide and breath coming out in ragged puffs. As the doors began to close again, Blaine's ability to move came back to him and he chased after Kurt, reaching their door just as Kurt disappeared inside.

The door closed behind him, and for the second time that day, he drew Kurt back, this time a lot more viciously than the first. His hands went up to Kurt's collar, pulling him forwards by it and trying desperately to undo the fiddly buttons on his shirt. Kurt threw his head back as he felt lips nipping at a pulse point on his neck, and his hands found the zip of Blaine's jeans.

Then his phone rang, alerting Kurt to a new text.

Blaine groaned. "Ignore it," he moaned, dragging his teeth down the skin on Kurt's neck.

"Just let me check it," Kurt asked. "Half a minute."

Blaine nibbled once more at Kurt's neck before pulling fully away and standing at the other side of the entrance hall. He couldn't trust himself not to touch. He tried to cool down a little bit as Kurt fished his phone from his pocket. He watched Kurt read the text, then saw his eyes widen.

"Shit..." he whispered.

"What is it?" Blaine frowned.

"It's Mercedes."

Blaine racked his brains. "Is she okay?"

"She's more than okay," Kurt spoke again. He handed his phone to Blaine, who read it out."

"Hi, boo. What's the number to your apartment? Steffi and I are about five minutes away." His own eyes widened. "Shit."

Kurt nodded, taking the phone back. "Exactly."

Blaine pulled a face. "Five minutes is enough, yeah?"

Kurt shook his head with a smile. "You're so romantic. I need to finish tidying the apartment."

"You could practically eat off all the surfaces, T. Please?"

But Kurt just shook his head again. "Maybe when they're here they'll be really tired from the travelling," he suggested as he replied to Mercedes with just the number '21', "and they'll go straight to bed and then we can be really quiet."

Blaine shook his head with a smile, resigning himself to his fate. "It's only just gone nine. And you've been telling me all the way home how loud I am. Nope, I've been cockblocked. By Mercedes and..."

"Steffi," Kurt supplied as he reread the text, before returning his phone to his pocket. "Now let me clean."

Blaine moaned loudly as he watched Kurt go, moving his hips from side to side. "You're doing that on purpose!" he called after him.

"Of course I am," Kurt's voice came from the spare bedroom.

Blaine sighed. They'd be here soon. Still, he liked Mercedes. He hoped her friend was okay or he might be a bit more upset at being cockblocked. He decided to make himself useful while he waited for them to arrive and entered the kitchen, clearing the last of the dishes and cutlery from the draining board. He was just putting the last fork away when the intercom button went.

"Can you get it?" Kurt called. "I'm just finishing the last bit of cleaning. These shelves are filthy."

Blaine rolled his eyes lovingly but went to the door and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, Blaine, it's me. Can you let us in?"

"Maybe I could keep you out there forever," Blaine teased as he pressed the button for the door to open. "And we'll wake up in the middle of the night to hear you howling."

"You're crazy, boy," Mercedes laughed. "Crazy."

"Come on up," Blaine said with a smile before putting the phone down. He opened the front door so Cedes could easily see the door along the corridor, then went to find Kurt, who had now finished dusting the shelves and was now spraying his hair. "They're here."

"Two minutes," Kurt begged. "Distract them for two minutes because someone got a bit frisky on the way home."

Blaine rolled his eyes again, then smiled because he loved when he picked up little habits from his boyfriend. He left the bedroom and quickly went over to Bocelli's cage, sticking a finger through the bars. The little bird was singing something that sounded suspiciously like Born This Way. Blaine smiled. It looked like Kurt had won. The bird wasn't a Katycat. Damn.

He heard voices come down the corridor and he stood, brushing his dust free trousers down. That was another little habit he'd picked up from Kurt. He made his way to the entrance hall in time to see Mercedes stop and look in.

"Cedes. Hi," he said, smiling as he pulled her into a hug. She put her bag down and Steffi stepped into the apartment behind her, closing the door quietly. "It's great to see you."

"You too, Anderson." Mercedes pulled away. "Um, this is Stefani."

Blaine turned to smile at the woman who was just taking her dark glasses off and his mouth fell open. "Fuck!" he shouted, then immediately, pressed both his hands against his mouth, eyes wide. "Sorry. I don't usually... Oh God it's... I'm such a... Kurt is... Um."

Stefani smiled, an amused glint appearing in her eye. "So where is this Kurt I've heard so much about?"

"He's... Kurt! They're here!" Blaine called, eyes not moving from Stefani until he heard his boyfriend appearing behind him.

"I'm sorry I kept you wai-" Kurt stopped breathing.

It didn't matter who else was in the room. Kurt's expression was the most beautiful one he had ever worn. Blaine's couldn't tear his eyes away.

"Kurt, baby. This is Stefani."

Kurt swallowed. "Oh my Gaga," he whispered.

Yep...

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