We can never know about the days to come
But we think about them anyway, yay
And I wonder if I'm really with you now
Or just chasin' after some finer day

- Anticipation by Carly Simon

May

As they walk arm and arm from the Bellerose Boutique to his hotel, Blaine stops every ten steps to kiss Kurt. Now that he can do it, Blaine can't keep away from those irresistible lips. Of course, after each kiss, he presses into Kurt for another one of his incredible signature hugs.

"Honey, it's going to take us all night to walk to your hotel if we keep going on like this. I have plans for the next 24 hours with a capital P."

Blaine's cheeks tinge pink hearing Kurt call him by a term of endearment. "I can't help myself. I need a reminder that this – us - is for real."

Kurt stops them in front of the CVS pharmacy. "It's real all right, and I have 24 hours to prove it. Wait here - I have a few things I need to buy."

Blaine gulps and nods, knowing that Kurt is buying the supplies for tonight. He tries to relax against the store window and breathes in the warm spring air. The late afternoon sun is sinking below the buildings, casting long shadows along the streets. Seeing Kurt again at the boutique opening went far better than he had ever expected. After declaring their love to each other, it seems that he and Kurt are finally on the same wavelength. Nothing can stop them now.

Blaine makes a mental note to send Sam a gift basket of the latest Xbox games and flavored lip balm. Left to his own devices, there would have been awkward moments, pregnant pauses (no pun intended) and these next 24 hours would have been spent gathering his courage to ask Kurt out for coffee. Yeah, he owed Sam a lot.

Blaine waits patiently at the front of the store, wondering why it's taking Kurt more than five minutes inside. He momentarily panics at the thought that Kurt has fled from the CVS back door. However, his fears are calmed when he looks into the store window and sees Kurt moving to the next aisle with a shopping basket.

Blaine pulls out his phone from his jacket pocket and texts his brother. I can't make it for brunch tomorrow. How about Monday lunch instead? I'll come to the studio. B-

"Darken the city, night is a wire… Steam in the subway, earth is afire…Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo," blasts from Blaine's phone.

"Hey, Coop."

"I take it that you can't meet me for breakfast because you're with Kurt?"

"Yeah, we pretty much cleared everything up. I love Kurt and Kurt loves me. We're together." Blaine can't help but let out a deep content sigh.

"I'm so happy for you, squirt. I can practically see those heart-eyes over the phone. Before you have crazy sex all night, can you do me a favor?"

Blaine rolls his eyes fondly, but he's secretly pleased, because for once, he is planning on having crazy sex all night. "Maybe - depends what it is."

"Can you remind Kurt about our last conversation? Kurt made me a promise. Tell him that I fully expect him to keep it."

"I don't understand, Coop. When did you talk to Kurt?"

"At the Whitney Museum Art Party. You don't need to know the details, but Kurt will understand what I mean."

"Okay, if you say so. I'll see you at CBS Television City at noon on Monday."

As Blaine returns the phone to his jacket pocket, he hears Kurt calling his name. Blaine's eyebrows shoot up when he sees Kurt with two heavily laden shopping bags. How many condoms and tubes of lube does Kurt think that they'll need?

"Who were you talking to on the phone?" Kurt asks.

"That was Cooper. I postponed our meeting up until Monday. He asked me to remind you about a promise?"

"Text Cooper back and tell him that I'm keeping it."

"Sure, but are you going to tell me what it's all about?" Blaine asks as he shoots off the text.

"It's sort of a long story. Can I tell you later?" Kurt steps forward so that his chest bumps against Blaine's and whispers, "I have other more important things on my mind at the moment, and they certainly do not include Cooper."

Kurt sets down the CVS bags and wraps his arms around Blaine's body and presses their lips together. Every thought escapes Blaine's head as he tastes Kurt's warm lips. Kurt pulls away far too soon for Blaine's liking, and picks up the CVS bags again.

"Let me carry them for you."

"Uh, uh. I'm not going to let you peak inside. All in good time, my good sir."

Blaine feels his body thrumming. He loves surprises, but most of all, he loves Kurt's special surprises. They're always simple and thoughtful, but unique.

As they walk the last two blocks to the hotel, Kurt asks lots of questions about India, the Monarch Foundation and Vogue. Blaine can't believe how much Kurt actually knows about what has been going on in his life. He didn't really go into much detail in the texts, phone calls and Skype sessions. Although they haven't seen each other in eight months, the conversation is easy-flowing and it feels as if they were together only yesterday.

When they cross the street and Blaine sees the imposing Beverly Wilshire Hotel up ahead, he stops Kurt on the corner. Blaine doesn't want to break the mood, but he needs to know what these 24 hours mean to Kurt. "Uh… Kurt. Before we enter the hotel, we need to talk about… umm… something. I have always loved you and I always will. You're it for me. I don't want this evening - this 24 hours – to be about fun or sex…"

Kurt smirks as he arches one eyebrow.

Blaine quietly chuckles. "Okay, I do want it to be about fun and sex, but not only that. I want it to be about connecting with each other. I don't just let guys into my life like this on a whim and umm…"

"Oh, Blaine. I want it to be special too. How about fun and sex and really talking? Talking about where we went wrong and how we see our future? I'm in this 100%. If truth be known, I'm a little nervous too. I feel just as vulnerable as you do."

Blaine cups Kurt's face with his hand and gently strokes his cheek. "It's just you and me here – Kurt and Blaine. We can do whatever we want. We can order room service and have a movie marathon, talk, and you can head back to your hotel…"

"Blaine, as sweet as that sentiment is, that won't be happening. A movie marathon is not part of my plans."

They clasp hands once again and start giggling as they enter the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Kurt stops to take a look around the opulent lobby. "This reminds me of the Hôtel Meurice in Paris with the marble flooring and chandeliers."

"You're going to have to tell me all about your life in Paris. It sounds so exciting."

"Sure, but for now, let's head to your room."

When they enter the elevator, Blaine's heart flutters with anticipation and nerves. He's waited so long to be with Kurt like this, but he can't help but be nervous. He doesn't want to mess anything up and have Kurt leave him. After exiting the elevator, Blaine leads the way to door 206. Blaine's hands are shaking and he can't get the hotel room keycard to work. Kurt takes the keycard from his hand and easily opens the door. Kurt pulls him into the suite by his tie and Blaine thinks that Kurt is the sexiest man alive.

Kurt slowly walks around to inspect the suite. There's a living room with a comfortable couch, chairs and TV. A balcony stretches across one glassed wall offering views of the Hollywood Hills. The bedroom has a super king size bed with fluffy pillows and leading off it is the bathroom with a whirlpool tub to die for.

"Oh my god, Blaine. You're in a suite. This must cost a bomb!"

"Not really. I booked a standard room since I'm on my own dime this trip. The hotel manager upgraded me."

"The perks of the job - you deserve them," Kurt murmurs, then gives Blaine a lingering kiss on the lips.

When they pull apart, Blaine asks, "So what can I get you to drink? There's beer, wine, spirits or… Is it too early to order a bottle of champagne?"

"I've learnt to enjoy wine in Paris, but I don't want to drink – at least not yet."

Blaine rummages around the suite's mini-fridge in the bar area and smiles when he finds the silver can with black and red lettering. "Diet Coke?"

"Sounds perfect."

Blaine grabs himself a bottle of mineral water, his fingers trembling slightly as he pours the contents into a glass. Where do they start? What should he say? What should he do? He needs something – anything - to calm down his nerves. Blaine pulls the phone out of his jacket and hooks it up to the audio system. Soon the piano notes of Debussy's Clair de Lune waft through the air. Blaine hangs up his jacket and joins Kurt on the couch with the drinks.

"You have this classical piece on your phone."

"I love it. I can even play it on the piano. It reminds me of you and that day we spent at the Brooklyn Flea Market. That was one of the best days of my life. My only regret was that I fell asleep when you were giving me that foot massage and we didn't have a good night kiss."

"I think we can make up for that now, don't you think?"

Kurt scooches across the couch and leans in and gives Blaine a kiss. Blaine can feel Kurt grab his bicep tightly and wrap one hand around the nape of his neck. Blaine is starting to feel dizzy, because the kiss went from 0 to 200 mph in less than ten seconds. Blaine pulls back and sees Kurt with sparkling eyes and kiss-swollen lips, and god, he looks so hot.

"We're pretty good at this…"

"I would say we're excellent, stupendous… Olympic champions even," Kurt interrupts.

Blaine shakes his head, trying to calm his body down. "But we're not so good at really communicating. I don't want what happened last time at the diva-off. We need to talk first."

Kurt sits up and smooths down his shirt. "Okay, I agree. Let's start with Sam, because that's been really bugging me for a long time."

"Well, as you know, Sam is my best friend and I met him during my first year in college. He was the local pizzeria delivery boy…"

"I know all that. I want to know if you were in a relationship with Sam."

"God, no, Kurt. Sam's straight and not even bi-curious."

Kurt slaps Blaine's shoulder, hard.

"Ouch! Why did you do that?" Blaine cries out, rubbing his shoulder.

"For all those months, you let me think that Blam was real! Do you know how many nights I cried wishing you loved me and not him? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'd better start at the beginning…."

When Kurt nods, he continues, "When I started my 'Bowties and Suspenders' blog in college, I had absolutely no idea that it would become so popular. Soon, there were discussions about my ass and wherever I went in Cambridge, people would whip out their cell phones to take photos. I felt so objectified. It only got worse when I was rising up the ranks of Vogue. So many people, both men and women, were throwing themselves at me. You can't believe the number of naked photos and phone numbers that were slipped into my pocket. The male models at Vogue photo shoots were fawning over me as well. I can't count the number of times when I was put in compromising and really awkward situations. When The New Yorker dubbed me the most eligible gay hot dude, it got even crazier."

Kurt pulls Blaine into his side and rubs Blaine's arm. "I can appreciate how awful that must have been for you. My experience with the media after becoming a model has taught me that being in the limelight and being fawned over isn't what it's cracked up to be."

Blaine nuzzles into Kurt's chest, feeling so safe and understood. Not many people realize how stressful fame can be. After a few minutes, Blaine pulls away and continues.

"Sam was my best friend, and when I had to attend high-profile events for Vogue, Sam suggested that he be my plus-one to help me out. It turned out to be a lifesaver – the proposals and leering remarks were still there, but fans weren't so aggressive."

"What I don't understand is why Sam would agree to be your beard? Hag? Pretend boyfriend? Didn't he want his own love life with a woman? With Mercedes?"

"Sam and Mercedes have had an on-again, off-again relationship since high school. Mercedes was on tour, and it seemed to make sense for Sam to stay in New York City with a stable job. He would meet up with her on the weekends, wherever she was. Mercedes wanted to wait to have sex until they were married. Sam respected that, but felt temptation all around him. By going out with me in public, women assumed he was gay and left him alone. Sam was never tempted by the gay men that flocked around him."

"Blaine, you were giving me so many mixed signals, but somehow I knew that you liked me. I thought you and Sam had an open relationship."

"What!" Blaine bursts out, vehemently shaking his head. "You really thought I was the type of guy that would mess around like that? Don't you know that I'm a one-man guy?"

"I didn't think you were that type of guy, but what was I supposed to think? I was so confused and I felt so out of my depth. There I was, the 18-year-old virgin… And there you were, a 28-year-old man who was the most eligible gay bachelor in all of New York City."

"Kurt, you know that title is just there to sell magazines, right? It has nothing to do with the reality of who I am - the real me. You were giving me mixed messages too, Kurt. I thought that you had a crush on Sam."

"What! How could you possibly think that?" Kurt cries out.

"You always asked about Sam – how he was, what he was doing - stuff like that. You always hung out with Sam when we were in a group. When we made arrangements to spend time together, you'd always ask me to invite Sam along."

"Blaine, you took everything the wrong way. I was trying to figure out how Sam fitted into your life. I never wanted Sam to join us, but I'd invite him to make sure that you would still spend time with me."

"We were both idiots," Blaine sighs.

"What I still don't understand is why you didn't tell me? I even asked you straight out last summer if you were with Sam!"

"Sam begged me not to tell you. Mercedes was renegotiating her recording contract and she didn't want anything to mess it up. She was concerned about the morality clause included in the contract. If it leaked out that she was in a relationship with Sam, who was presumed gay and in a relationship with me by the media, it could have really screwed things up. You were living with Rachel Berry at the time, and we all know that she can't keep a secret. I wanted to tell you so badly, but I had given my word to Sam that I wouldn't. We agreed that I could tell you the night of the diva-off. Sam and Mercedes got married in Vegas that very same day."

"So that's why Sam wasn't at the diva-off. I've always wondered," Kurt mutters. There's a pause in the conversation and both of them recall times together, what they know now shedding a new light on the events.

"Is this is what you wanted to tell me so desperately after the video went viral? That you weren't with Sam, who got married that weekend?"

Blaine nods his head, tears forming in his eyes. "I'm so sorry," Blaine sobs, throwing himself into Kurt's arms. "I screwed everything up. After the video was posted, there was an awful lot of attention on 'Blam'. Sam had always planned to move to LA once they were married, but he also decided to quit his modeling career because of the media attention."

Kurt starts to rub gentle circles along Blaine's back. "Hey, no crying. Things are starting to make sense now. It must have been really hard for you to keep this secret for so long, and knowing when and how much to tell me."

Blaine feels soothed by Kurt's touch and soft words. His body starts to relax with the weight of the secret lifted. Kurt kisses the top of his head, and Blaine feels so safe and connected.

"I know this is really difficult to talk about, but I have one more question about Sam. Why did Sam say that you want 'to do' him, this afternoon?"

Blaine pulls away from Kurt and throws his head against the back of the sofa, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"God, I can't believe he even mentioned that. When I first met Sam, I honestly thought he was gay. He dyed his hair blond and he was always complimenting me on my outfits. What straight guy does that, right? I was studying really hard at Harvard and felt very lonely. We both were in the Star Wars fandom, enjoyed playing Xbox and he was so nice to me. And you've seen those abs … and his lips. I developed a crush on Sam."

"Oh, dear lord. Is that why you look at Sam's lips all the time?" Kurt asks.

"Do I? I mean… I used to, but I didn't realize I still did that," Blaine replies, blushing. "Hey, I've caught you staring at Sam's lips too, Kurt."

"I would look at Sam's lips to see what you could possibly find sexy about them. I think they're way too big and makes Sam look like a trouty mouth! So anyways, I take it that Sam found out about your crush?"

"Yeah, Sam figured it out, but he was totally cool about it. Sam said he was actually flattered, but he wasn't gay. We managed to push past it and became best friends – platonic best friends. After living with Sam for a few weeks, any feelings like that totally disappeared. Do you know what a slob Sam can be? Thank god my penthouse has two bathrooms!"

Kurt chuckles. "I can just imagine – I've seen him in the models' dressing room." Kurt takes Blaine's hand and adds, "You'll need to stop that old habit of looking at Sam's lips. I want your eyes only on mine."

Blaine stares at Kurt's lips, which look so soft with the promise of sweetness to come. Blaine feels butterflies in his stomach as Kurt slowly licks his lips.

"I love you, Blaine. Now kiss me..."

Blaine stares into Kurt's eyes with awe. He cups Kurt's face with both hands and slowly pulls Kurt towards him, not taking his eyes off of Kurt's lips for one single second. When Blaine can feel Kurt's warm breath on his own face, he closes his eyes.

"I love you too."

Their lips meet softly and it feels so perfect, so right. As he moves his lips against Kurt's, Blaine tries to convey all the warmth and the love he feels. Their kiss is like a symphony playing the perfect classical piece à deux. They aren't in any rush to do more, preferring to revel in the special and loving moment. Blaine gently presses his body against Kurt's, pushing him down along the couch. The little sighs and noises Kurt makes go straight to Blaine's cock, but he wants to take things slowly and savor every moment.

Kurt's hand moves from the nape of Blaine's neck to his scalp. Blaine loves the feeling of the long fingers tangling and twisting in his curls. Kurt's tongue licks over his lips for permission to enter, and Blaine quickly opens his mouth to let Kurt in. Blaine tries to stifle a groan when he gets the first taste of sweet Kurt. It's like vanilla, lemon and mint all rolled into one. Their tongues slowly move in sync, and Blaine feels intoxicated. When Kurt grabs his shirt, and pulls it out of his trousers, Blaine can't hold in his groan any more.

Kurt moves his mouth to the side and catches his breath. "God, you sound so sexy. I'd do anything to hear more. Let's lose the shirts."

Blaine pulls back and sits on Kurt, straddling his thighs. Blaine slowly undoes each button of his dress shirt, carefully watching Kurt's expression. Blaine loves that Kurt looks like he wants to rip off his shirt and devour him. When Blaine finally takes off the shirt, he can see the disappointment on Kurt's face that he's wearing an undershirt.

"Too many layers," Kurt moans, pulling the bottom of the undershirt from Blaine's trousers. Kurt's hand sneaks underneath the undershirt and he gently brushes his fingers from Blaine's pelvis to his nipples.

Blaine throws his head back and groans loudly at how fantastic Kurt's fingers feel. Blaine grabs the hem of his undershirt and pauses before taking it off, suddenly feeling insecure. Kurt is so gorgeous and Blaine doesn't feel as if he's in the same league. Kurt's always surrounded by gorgeous tall and slender models, parading around in all states of undress. And here he is – ten years older, shorter and not remotely model worthy. Blaine takes pride in his body and has kept up with the boxing and yoga since the diva-off. However, he wonders if his little belly is returning. God, why did I eat two cronuts and a bag of Cheetos last week!

What happens if Kurt doesn't like what he sees? Will it all be over before it started? Even worse, what happens if Kurt says the right things, but Blaine knows from Kurt's eyes that he doesn't mean them? Blaine has never felt more vulnerable in his entire life. Before Blaine's thoughts can spiral more out of control, though, he feels Kurt's hand rubbing his right thigh.

"Talk to me, Blaine. What's wrong? It's perfectly okay if you want to keep your undershirt on. As you said earlier, it's just us – Kurt and Blaine – and we can go at the pace that we both want to."

Blaine lifts his head and sharply inhales when he looks at Kurt, whose face is full of concern. "I… I'm afraid that you won't like what you see. I'm not a model… and I'm not as gorgeous as you… and I'm older… and I ate an entire bag of Cheetos in one sitting last week… So, yeah."

"Do you know what I see, Blaine? I see a stunningly beautiful man whom I'm in love with. You take my breath away. I have a little confession that might ease your mind."

"Do tell. I really need something to help me right now."

"Remember that day when I met you at the Vogue gym when you were working out with the punching bag?"

Blaine nods. "God, I was so embarrassed that you saw me all sweaty."

"Blaine, believe me - I liked what I saw. It took every bit of willpower not to go over and lick off the sweat dripping down your neck and chest. When Sam came in and checked out your abs with his hands, I wanted to scratch his eyes out and claim you right then and there as mine."

"Really?"

"Blaine, I was so turned on. When I left the gym, I rushed to the closest washroom to take care of myself."

"You… umm… masturbated thinking of me?"

"Duh, of course I did… I still do. Seeing you topless at the gym filled my wank bank for months."

Blaine giggles, and all of a sudden he isn't so worried any more. The mood feels lighter and he wants…. Oh, he wants. Blaine quickly pulls off his undershirt, and he can see Kurt's eyes darken with desire.

"Me too."

Kurt gives Blaine a questioning look.

"I masturbate thinking of you as well. So off with your shirt before I rip it off… with my teeth," Blaine growls.

Kurt takes significantly less time taking off his shirt, hurling it far away from the couch. Blaine's mouth waters when he sees Kurt's long neck and the expanse of creamy pale skin on display. It looks so soft, and Blaine can't wait to touch and explore with his fingers and mouth. Blaine has seen Kurt shirtless at photo shoots, but he notices well-defined muscles that weren't there before.

"Jesus, Kurt. What do they put in the Paris water? You're so buff."

Kurt chuckles with sparkling eyes. "When I was at Elle, I had to learn how to use the dancing pole. I got along with the trainer and kept up with it later. I thought I was done with puberty, but my body has changed over the past year."

"I always thought you were hot, but Kurt, you're now on a whole new level."

Blaine leans in and kisses Kurt passionately on the lips. Blaine whimpers when he feels Kurt's smooth skin against his. Blaine moves his kisses across Kurt's face and down his neck. Kurt's soft moans are turning him on. Blaine can feel Kurt's skin heat up and he can't get enough of Kurt's scent, his taste, his whimpering, his feel…. his everything.

When Blaine kisses that little spot between Kurt's shoulder and neck, Kurt gasps and his hips thrust forward. Blaine can feel Kurt's erection hit his thigh. Blaine's secretly proud that he can get this reaction from Kurt simply by kissing him.

"Oh Blaine, that feels so good. I'm so turned on right now. Tell me what you think about when you're masturbating. Do you really think of me?"

"Of course I do. Sometimes I think about the little things, the way you look at me, the way you hug me, the way we woke up entangled in each other when we had movie marathons. Since the diva-off, I've been thinking about us making out and how you were all over me. I think it's my confession time."

"I'm not stopping you," Kurt moans, thrusting his hips.

"I think about when you pushed into me against the wall in the dressing room and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. You were so hot, going after what you wanted. I was so turned on. I could barely stand up. It took all my willpower not to drop down on my knees, open your trousers and take you in my mouth. God, I wanted to touch you and taste you – make you feel good."

Kurt squeezes Blaine's ass hard as he continues thrusting. Blaine keeps his cock away from Kurt, worried that he'll climax before they even get started. Blaine returns his attention to that part of Kurt's body that keeps him gasping.

"Tell me more," Kurt whines, clawing at Blaine's back.

"My biggest fantasy when I masturbate is that you fuck me. That you love me enough to want to be close to me in that way. Your body and soul wrap around mine and you take care of me, making me feel your love. You know how to move your cock in all the right ways - right places – as you bring us higher and higher. Then you wrap your hand around my cock and work me over. I always let go and lose it there. When I jerk off, that's what I think about the most. God, I want you so badly…"

Blaine can feel Kurt's body tense and his cock throb. Blaine looks up and sees the most beautiful vision he has ever seen in his entire life. Kurt's eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth is slightly open, moaning his name. His complexion has slightly paled and Kurt looks as if he's in ecstasy as he slowly moves his head side-to-side. Eventually, Blaine can hear Kurt's breathing level out and smiles at him when Kurt opens his eyes.

"Holy hell. Look what you do to me. I just came in my pants way too fast. Do you have any more doubts that you turn me on?"

Blaine giggles and shakes his head.

"It's not funny, Blaine. The only underpants CVS had in stock were incontinence briefs, and no way was I buying those. I've got to clean myself before it seeps into my trousers," Kurt huffs, standing up.

"I've got a spare pair you can borrow," Blaine replies, walking towards his suitcase. He takes out a pair and hands them over to Kurt with a kiss and a sweet smile. The thought of Kurt wearing his underpants turns Blaine on more than he'll let on.

Kurt picks up the CVS bags and heads towards the bedroom. Before entering, he turns his head and says in a breathy voice, "Give me ten minutes, then come join me."


Cooper's ringtone: 'Rio' by Duran, Duran

Thank you to Lilyvandersteen, the most fabulous beta ever, although all mistakes are mine. Come visit me a Tumblr (HKVoyage) for the story artwork and my thoughts when writing this chapter.

Next up: Yes, exactly what you expect… smuff!