Hi guys! *waves*

Long time no – oh wait, that's wrong. I promised you another chapter, didn't I? Well, it turns out that this chapter would be… long, to put it mildly, if I updated it the way I originally wanted. So I talked to Lisa (bless ur cow gurl I luv u) and she made me realize that hey, I could always just post two chapters, because I'm a badass bitch. (she didn't actually say that).

So here I give you part 1 of my anniversary chapters (the other will hopefully be up later tonight or tomorrow) – because it's one year ago that I started uploading this crazy fic and I can't thank you guys enough for reading it!

"Morning gorgeous," a dark voice purred into his ear. Kurt turned to his side and buried his head deeper into his pillow. He didn't want to get up. He had to go into work for a few hours and why in the world would Blaine wake him up before his alarm clock had even gone off? Why would Blaine even wake him up in the first place? He felt a hand creep around his thigh, dangerously close to his… morning excitement and shrieked loudly before rolling to his side – directly out of the bed and onto the floor.

"Blaine!" He exclaimed; voice breaking at the end. He'd expected to see Blaine's normal pout but instead he was met with a smirk and dark eyes.

"You didn't seem to mind much."

"I didn't – Blaine, I was asleep!"

"Keep telling yourself that, doll." And with that he sauntered out of the room; leaving Kurt gaping on the floor.

"W– How are you even in my apartment?" The brunette spluttered as he got up from the floor and made his way to the living room. "I locked the door – I always lock my door." Kurt thought to the extra key he'd wanted to give Blaine for a few weeks now. Maybe it wouldn't be necessary.

"Your lock fucking sucks. Even an idiot would be able to kick it open," Blaine said in a bored voice and threw the old lock on the table. "I changed it," he smirked. "You're welcome."

"You're bordering on stalking right now," Kurt mumbled.

"Don't pretend to not like it," Blaine winked and suddenly he stood right in front of Kurt with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Kurt instinctually took a step back and swallowed nervously. It reminded him of the first few times he'd met Blaine. That exact thought made him snap out of it; he was supposed to be a challenge for Blaine, not just lie down and take it (figuratively speaking).

"Well." He cleared his throat and placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders. "Thanks for the change of lock; that was nice of you." He stepped forward; pressing Blaine further and further towards the door. "I have to go to work, so bye, bye, have a nice day."

"I will, as soon as you let me into those pants of yours. They seem like they'd be able to fit me too," Blaine grinned and Kurt felt his cheeks turn red. He was still in his pajama pants and Blaine was right; they were way too big for him, but they were comfortable, damn it!

"Yes, yes, I'm sure you'd be super happy, but for now you gotta go –" He would've said more if Blaine hadn't pulled him close by the hips and pressed their lips together. He wasted no time in slipping his tongue in between Kurt's lips and tilting their heads so they fit perfectly together. A gentle bite to his lower lip made Kurt remember himself and pull back.

"You –"

"Fuck, you taste delicious. I bet you taste just as good in other places. Skip work," Blaine demanded and took a step forward.

"No, no, no," Kurt answered with a push of his own in the other direction. "Out of my apartment, out Blaine, out!" And he finally got the door open and pushed Blaine into the hallway. If he'd let him stay even just a few minutes more, he'd certainly lost the bet. And not even an hour into it!

"Fine, fine, I'm leaving," Blaine laughed darkly. "See you at work, babe." He threw a wink over his shoulder before strutting down the hall. Kurt paled. Work. Blaine was going to be at his workplace.

"Oh my god, I'm so dead," he groaned.

xxx

Kurt finally got out of his PJ an hour later (after having buried himself under his duvet and trying to forget the world, and why would he ever make such a stupid bet in the first place?) and showered before he reluctantly went to work. He could do this. He could ignore Blaine for a few days before the badboy had had enough and lost the bet. It wasn't as if Kurt hadn't tried ignoring Blaine's advances before. He sighed heavily before stepping out of the elevator and walking over to his desk.

He looked around discreetly, but there were no signs of Blaine anywhere. He let himself relax for a few seconds before getting started on his work. He only had two days to finish it all, so he didn't have to work 24/7 after New Year. As he sat sketching and writings notes his thoughts began to wander.

Maybe Blaine would take him out to see the ball drop. Or maybe he could convince the other to have a few friends over so they could all watch it together. It wouldn't hurt Mercedes and Rachel to actually meet Blaine for more than a fleeting moment. It hadn't gone well either way, and he'd really like it if his boyfriend could at least pretend to be civil in front of his best friends.

xxx

"Rachel, Mercedes, this is Blaine. My… boyfriend." No one could blame him for being nervous about their first meeting. Mercedes had an instant dislike for Blaine because of the whole groping thing all those months back and after that Kurt hadn't really told her much positive about the badboy. And Rachel had never really fancied a man who had a big mouth – or a brain for that matter. But Kurt had asked, begged, Blaine to act decently.

"Blaine, these are my friends Rachel," he gestured to the short brunette who couldn't help but do a little courtesy (she loved attention after all). "And Mercedes." He'd also asked Mercedes to act civil but you never knew with the girl. He'd just asked her to at least give him a chance. Blaine took one look at Kurt's nervous expression before sighing inaudibly and schooling his face into his most charming smile.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," he said sweetly and shook their hands after turn. Mercedes looked confused for a moment, but Rachel jumped right into the conversation.

"Well, we're happy to finally meet you too, it's like Kurt has kept this dirty little secret from us," she smiled. Kurt shot Blaine an icy glare when he opened his mouth to answer. Instead he ended up almost choking on all the possible answers he could give her that weren't dirty.

"Uh –" Eloquent Anderson. "Yea, I'm sorry about that. I'm a bit on the shy side," he lied smoothly with a tilt of his head that would've looked innocent if he hadn't been grinning like a wolf the whole time.

And it had kept going peacefully until they sat at the restaurant and…

"So you got into NYADA by stalking the director but Kurt didn't get in even though his performance was flawless?" Blaine said and Kurt could clearly hear the bitterness seeping into his tone.

"Blaine –"

"Well yea, because while Kurt's performance was amazing, he lacked the kind of commitment they wanted in their students, and – no offence Kurt – he's really better at the fashion thing," Rachel explained. Kurt didn't take any offense. They'd discussed this a million times, they'd yelled and screamed and cried, and they were fine now. Of course Kurt would've loved to be in NYADA with her, but he was really liking how far he'd come with fashion. They were okay. But apparently Blaine didn't agree.

"Commitment? How is stalking a teacher commitment, but spending weeks preparing a performance not? How can someone who choked her audition still get in?"

"Blaine," Kurt warned and put a hand on his arm. It had been going so well. He and Mercedes had shared an interest in music and food – because they could both eat for ten people – and he'd been acting so nicely to Rachel, even though she was… well, Rachel.

"I'm sorry babe, but that is bullshit," Blaine turned to him to say.

xxx

Kurt sighed. No, Blaine probably wouldn't invite him to see the ball drop with their friends. Since they really didn't have many shared friends at all, because Blaine couldn't stand Rachel and Kurt couldn't invite his girls over without inviting Rachel too. He dropped his head onto his hand as he kept sketching. No, Blaine of course wouldn't do something like that for him.

At around noon the elevator doors swung open but Kurt was so engrossed in a conversation with another intern that he didn't turn around to look; why would he either way? He'd pretty much accepted that old Blaine wouldn't show up for work. It didn't really seem like his thing. Well, until he felt a hand grab his ass, Kurt hadn't thought Blaine was going to show up. He was not entirely proud of the shriek that left his mouth.

"Hi gorgeous," Blaine purred in his ear – and Kurt really had to talk to him about that when this bet was over, because it did things to him and… well. Not good on the work place.

"Hello Blaine," Kurt answered calmly. He wasn't kidding when he said he was a sore loser. He wouldn't let Blaine win this. He needed to win. He needed those boots.

The other intern moved away slowly, as if scared to get Blaine's attention and Kurt was left with him in his personal space with a shit eating grin on his face. "You're late," Kurt pointed out. Blaine just snorted.

"I think I'm right on time," he said and stepped even closer; forcing Kurt to take a step back.

"Yes, well, um," Kurt cleared his voice. "You better go over to your desk before your dad comes out and sees you over here."

"What's he gonna do? Fire me?" Blaine laughed. "Then he'd have to actually move his ass off his chair and do some work himself, and he ain't gonna do that, is he now?"

"No matter what, I still have work to do and so do you, so now shoo," Kurt mumbled and pushed him weakly in the shoulders. Blaine just laughed at him and nodded.

"Fine, I'll do my work like a good boy. Only because I know what it does to you," and then he was winking and Kurt was about to fall over, because normally Blaine was pushy and inappropriate, but this Blaine was even more so and he just… Kurt sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was going to be a long day.

xxx

Kurt was right. It did turn out to be a long day. But not because Blaine kept sending him sultry looks or because his phone kept buzzing with dirty texts (even though that helped the whole long-day-thing too). It was even more so because half the staff didn't show up and he was left having to finish the cover himself, and while Kurt was pretty sure he'd do a great job, he wasn't so sure his boss thought so, so he'd have to work on it for hours before he was satisfied.

"Go out with me tonight," Blaine requested – no, more like demanded. Kurt looked up at him and then down at the work on his desk. He raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips slightly.

"Blaine," he tried to sound patient but he was pretty sure he just sounded patronizing. "I have too much work tonight and probably for at least three more hours. I don't have time."

"Can't you just do it tomorrow? There are more fun things you could do," Blaine leaned closer with a very suggestive look in his eyes. Kurt just poked his nose with a small smile.

"Nope. Now go home and wash some of the dirt off your face; you look like you're a mechanic." Blaine rubbed a hand over his cheek and caught some of the black smudge on there; so he'd been working a bit on his bike this afternoon and maybe he'd gotten a bit of the oil on himself but that was no reason for Kurt to reject him.

"You could always come with me," he tried with a smirk but he already knew it was a lost cause. Kurt just shook his head and Blaine let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. See you in my dreams then," and with that he was out the office; his desk still a mess of work he hadn't finished. Kurt dropped his head to the table. Work and Blaine was kind of taking their toll on him, but at least he only had one more day before he would be off for a week.

xxx

The next day followed the same pattern, except Kurt was more exhausted. He'd been working till late, but now he only needed to finish a few details and he'd be free to spend New Year with his boyfriend and not think about which color suited this woman's body the best while still being fashionable.

Blaine was there when he arrived that morning though and he seemed to have finished all his own work. Of course he has, Kurt thought. He isn't an idiot. And when the afternoon came, Blaine stood by his desk with one of those smirks and Kurt really didn't see the purpose of their bet anymore. Blaine could just give up and they'd be back to their normal pace, where they actually saw each other and Kurt didn't have to pretend to not like the way Blaine's dark eyes were boring holes in his clothes.

"Dinner tonight?" Blaine asked and Kurt knew he should just say no, because the more he said no, the closer he was to those stupid boots, but he looked at his boyfriend and thought what harm can one date do? He'll be back to normal by New Year and then I'll have won and everything will be back to the way it's supposed to be. I just have to make him surrender. And so Kurt agreed with a secretive smile, and when Blaine picked him up a few hours later, he was clad in his tightest pair of jeans and a very revealing sweater. He heard Blaine gulp and he was pretty sure he'd just won it all.

xxx

"You wore those jeans on purpose," Blaine accused as they reached Kurt's door after a dinner strained with sexual tension. Blaine had wanted to just rip his clothes off, but he was too proud to just give up on the second day. The brunette just chuckled as he opened the door.

"I did not." Okay, so maybe he did; he enjoyed having Blaine's full attention and if tight jeans were the way, well. He didn't object that's for sure.

"You did it to tease me, didn't you?" Blaine grinned. Kurt almost laughed outright. Wearing jeans counted as teasing?

"You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are, do you?" Blaine said and stepped so close to Kurt they were almost touching, but not quite. Kurt gulped a bit.

"God, I just want to push you up against a wall and fuck you," Blaine growled, but still kept his distance. He didn't touch Kurt anywhere, but he was so close he could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"I'd made you beg and moan so loudly you'd have complaints from your neighbors tomorrow, but you wouldn't care because you'd just know you're mine." His words were starting to sound more like panting and his voice was softening to a whisper. It didn't make the jolts of pleasure down Kurt's spine any smaller.

"Maybe I should let the world know," Blaine trailed off as he moved a single finger down Kurt's neck slowly. "Just mark you right here and see how jealous everybody would get. Because they can't have you."

Kurt felt his blood boil. Seeing such a dark look in Blaine's eyes but knowing he'd never take that single step to close the distance between them was the best feeling he'd ever experienced. Because he knew he could just say goodbye and Blaine would leave – he'd still come back the next day, but for now he'd leave, because that's what Kurt wanted. It gave Kurt a complete feel of control and he knew he'd lose the bet in that moment. He'd only lasted two days, but really, who cared? He was only human. Kurt slammed them up against the wall and clashed their lips together; panting in between kisses.

"You win," he moaned. "You win, oh god, you win," he kept repeating. Blaine just hummed his agreement against Kurt's lips and pulled him closer by the waist, while he was freaking out in his mind. Kurt liked dirty talk, huh?

"Don't care," he murmured as he trailed kisses and bites down the brunette's neck. "Don't care who wins, just want you. Want you so bad."

At some point one of them kicked the door shut and Kurt distantly heard some of his jackets fall to the floor by the force of it, but with Blaine's mouth doing sinful things to his neck he didn't have it in him to care. Instead he slowly backed into the living room because he was pretty sure his legs couldn't hold him up anymore. As if Blaine had read his thought, he bent slightly in the knees to get a grip under Kurt's thighs and hoisted him up.

"Blaine!" Kurt gasped. He was pretty sure he was too heavy to be lifted around like some kind of child.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," Blaine just murmured as he leaned them both into the nearest wall so he didn't have to keep his balance with Kurt in his arms. Kurt's back hit the wall gently and he obediently lifted his legs to wrap around Blaine's waist; as well as he could in a pair of skin tight jeans at least.

"God, I kinda wish you'd have worn sweatpants right now," Blaine mumbled into the skin of his throat before biting down gently. He wasn't kidding about that marking thing.

"You and me b – oh god – b-both," Kurt panted and tightened his thighs so he wouldn't fall. Blaine released one of his thighs to sneak a hand up Kurt's stomach and chest; pushing the sweater up under his arms. Kurt opened his mouth to protest but Blaine swallowed his words with his own mouth.

"I swear to god if you complain about your clothes right now, I'll rip it all off," he growled and Kurt whined pathetically.

"Okay, okay, just – oh god, please Blaine." Kurt clutched tightly at Blaine's shoulders but still felt his left leg slide down a bit. Instead of hoisting it up again, Blaine pushed it to the ground while still holding on to Kurt's right leg.

"Fuck, I want you, I want you so bad," he moaned and then thrust their hips together roughly. "Please, please –"

"Blaine, I –" Kurt hesitated. He didn't know what he really wanted to say. He wanted to – oh god, did he want it, with the way Blaine was pressing their crotches together, how could he not? – but did he want it in the hallway of his apartment just because they both felt like it in the spur of the moment?

"I know –" Blaine said as if he knew what Kurt's troubles were; which knowing Blaine, Kurt thought he probably did. "I know, I just – god, I'm sorry, but I just – I need you, please just let me –"

"Okay, yes, yes," Kurt murmured and wound his hands into Blaine's hair to pull their mouths together again. He didn't understand how he'd gone from screaming-if-you-come-near-me to oh-god-yes-please-touch-me in just a few months, but at the moment he really didn't care. He just wanted. And judging from Blaine's frantic panting and little hip thrusts, he was more than willing to give it to him.

xxx

It was the day after that Blaine finally mustered up his energy to go to the gym. He'd slept at Kurt's place and got out of bed before the brunette had even thought about waking up. It was the last day of the year that they had open and he really felt sloppy after all those days doing nothing but eat and watch movies and – he recalled with a disgusted frown – cry. The game he'd been playing with Kurt had helped making him feel balanced again, but he still felt all awkward.

"You're getting weak, Anderson," he mumbled under his breath as he pulled on his shoes and made his way over to the treadmill. On his way he made eye contact with Sebastian, who raised a challenging eyebrow at him, but Blaine just smirked. That idiot didn't even know how he'd helped him.

As he made his way through his training, he started thinking about his prize. He'd promised Kurt he wouldn't be too mean – which meant he couldn't demand sex – when he chose and he'd have to figure something out before Kurt found some excuse not to do it.

"Hi there," a voice said behind him.

Blaine turned to see who'd spoken and had to look up quite a bit. A tall man stood in front of him with a smirk plastered on his face. His eyes were bright blue and his hair a dirty blonde. He was gorgeous. Or so Blaine would've thought if he hadn't been slightly disgusted by the way the stranger was practically eating him with his eyes. Blaine raised an eyebrow and pulled out one of his earplugs as a greeting. It didn't seem to face the other at all.

"So does a handsome face like that have an equally handsome name to it?" The man said and shifted a little on his feet so his hip was jutting out. Blaine thought of how Kurt looked when he did the same thing a smiled a bit.

"It depends on who's wanting to know," he said and ran a hand through his sweaty hair. He was in a surprisingly good mood and a stranger hitting on him in the gym wasn't going to change that. Quite the opposite actually; maybe he'd tell Kurt about it, get him all bothered and possessive.

"Matt," the tall blonde said with a wink and offered his hand. Blaine shook it and told his name in turn, but didn't feel like he'd have to do more than that so he turned back to his thinking. The man walked over to his own treadmill with a shrug and Blaine followed him with his eyes and a smile grew on his face. There might be hot guys out there, but Blaine had Kurt.

As Blaine watched Matt run on the treadmill not many feet next to him, he started thinking about Kurt. More precisely what Kurt would look like running in a tight wife beater; sweat gliding down his neck. Blaine's grin grew. He'd found his price.

..stay tuned for more at some point soon!

But now it's super late and I may or may not have pushed two assignments back to write you this, oops. I love you guys, I hope you enjoyed!

…..um. next part will probably be kinda angsty. Just a fair warning i: