"I love you, Blaine!" Kurt said in between heated kisses. Hardly able to come up with enough oxygen to talk.

"You are my everything Kurt," Blaine had stopped kissing him to look him directly in the eye, "I love you with my entire heart, body and soul and nothing will ever change that."

Kurt could feel his heart melting with the words. Looking into Blaine's eyes he could see clearly that Blaine meant every word he said. Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes as the most intense emotion he had ever felt traversed his entire body.

"Kurt?" Blaine was looking at him, worry now replacing the lust in his eyes. "Was that too much? It was too much wasn't it? Shit. I'm so sorry Kurt. I scared you and-"

Kurt couldn't take the incessant and ridiculous rambling of his boyfriend anymore and had started attacking Blaine's lips with his own. The need to kiss him, to show Blaine exactly how much he loved him was suddenly the only thought in Kurt's head.

"Make love to me." Kurt gasped.

"Kurt-" Blaine groaned and Kurt knew he was about to get the 'we aren't ready for that yet' speech. A speech he could not hear one more time.

"Don't even start Blaine Anderson. I am ready. I love every inch of you, inside and out. There are not enough words in this language for me to spew at you for you to know how much I love you. Especially right now in this moment. I just need to show you. And I need you to show me."

"Kurt-" This time it was a whimper that left Blaine's mouth but resistance was still clear in his voice.

"Please Blaine. I need this. I need you. Please." Kurt couldn't care that he was begging now. He needed this. And Blaine seemed to be about two inches away from the ledge of finally giving Kurt what they both needed.

Kurt started attacking Blaine's lips again. Forcing him into a bruising kiss. Blaine was playing hesitantly still. Kurt moved his tongue out of his own mouth to lick at Blaine's bottom lip, asking for entrance. One that was gained almost immediately much to Kurt's own satisfaction. Forcing his tongue into Blaine's mouth and starting to massage Blaine's own, Kurt could feel the shift in the kiss. He could tell that Blaine was feeling what he was. That the need to finally show each other how much they loved the other was clicking into his head.

"Okay!" Blaine gasped out, wrenching his mouth away from Kurt's. "Okay, I do believe we need to get moving because I need to feel you, right now."

Kurt had to stifle back a moan at the words, this was going to happen-

Beep! Beep! Beep! Kurt's hand shot out to slam onto his alarm clock. He groaned as he started to rub the sleep from his eyes, not being able to believe it was 7 o'clock already. How was it that Monday morning's always came so much earlier than the rest of the week?

Kurt sat up abruptly.

Blaine. Kurt had been dreaming about Blaine. About the first time he and Blaine had made love nonetheless. Kurt hadn't seen or heard from Blaine in about seven years. Not since the middle of their second year of college...

Shaking his head, he tried to get the memory of the dream out of it. This wasn't like him, to dwell in the past. Not anymore. Blaine wasn't part of his life anymore. Kurt wasn't going to allow himself to think about Blaine. He had spent too much time thinking and dwelling in the past after the break up. Kurt had a career now, a new life...without Blaine being in his dreams.

"Coffee," Kurt practically moaned. He needed his coffee and then he would feel better. He would be able to go out and face the day, work and tend to all the things that needed to be done.

Throwing the blankets off of himself as he placed his feet down on the floor, practically rolling his body out of bed muscle by muscle. The walk down the hall (past his roommates bedroom, the guest room, and the bathroom) to the kitchen area of the small apartment seemed about ten times longer than normal.

Kurt set his eyes on the coffee pot while he was still several steps away from it. Even from this distance he could see a white piece of paper taped to it gave him a very foreboding feeling in the pit of his stomach. White notes taped to things were never a good sign when you shared an apartment with Rachel Berry. He bit his tongue to hold back the groan that was on his lips.

When he finally reached the counter that the coffee pot sat on, he carefully pealed the note off and read in Rachel's elegant handwriting:

Coffee pot is broken. I did something to it and now it won't even turn on. Go and try that new little shop down the street. We'll pick a new one up sometime this week. I'm really sorry. -Rachel

"Rachel," Kurt gritted out through his teeth as he resisted the urge to stamp his foot. He hadn't realized how much he depended on that cup of coffee to get him through the day and having to get ready, especially with that dream replaying in the back of his head...

"No." Kurt said out loud to the empty apartment. He was not going to think about Blaine. No way in hell. Kurt stomped angrily over to the shared iPod dock in the kitchen and quickly scrolled the rock genre. Always his go-to whenever he felt like he needed to block out the world. Plus he knew he needed something to distract him while he got ready for the day.

An hour later, Kurt was walking down the street to the new coffee shop that had just opened, his satchel slung across his shoulder. He was still mad at his sleeping mind for dreaming about Blaine. The whole time he had been getting ready he forcefully had to make himself listen to the heavy guitar and bass drums, trying to distract himself from the negative thoughts. Even still, he really needed that coffee. No matter how inconvenient it was having to walk down the street to get it.

The new shop had opened just about a week ago and both he and Rachel kept saying that they were going to try it out but just never had the time. The broken pot was giving him the perfect excuse to finally try it, even though Kurt had no other choice. Soon enough he stood outside the small space. There were wide windows and looking in he could see a few tables and chairs. Small, tasteful pieces of art hung on the dark green walls with a dark hardwood floor complimenting the hunter green color. From his spot outside the glass door he could already smell the coffee seeping out through the door and his mouth started to water.

With the smell in his lungs he was quickly walking in the door. An attached bell started to ring cheerily. Kurt rolled his eyes and hoped that he would not have to be stopping in often. It was only then that he realized that the shop was deserted. Was this some new kind of thing that you made your own coffee and then left money in a machine? He was just about to call out a greeting when a man came out of the back room. At least he thought it was a man, due to the fact that the figure was carrying about three cardboard boxes that were stacked in front of his face.

"Welcome!" Came the muffled, but somehow familiar voice, and Kurt could still hear enthusiasm in it and couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Thank you!" Kurt said to the faceless man. At least he knew it was a man now.

"Here just let me set these boxes down." And the man disappeared behind the counter setting the boxes down on the floor as Kurt approached it. When he stood up and had his back facing towards Kurt.

Kurt observed that he was a few inches shorter than himself and he wasn't the tallest guy in the world. He also saw that he had a headful of curly black hair that stood out in every which way. The only word Kurt could use to describe it was a small fro. In his head, Kurt started to immediately name products that this man could use to tame the untidiness on the top of his head. Though Kurt doubted that a man that worked at a coffee shop really cared about what was on the top of his head.

"Now what can I help you wi-" the man said finally turning around. Stopping short in his sentence, mouth falling open wide.

Kurt felt his stomach fall into his legs...

"Blaine." The whispered name fell from his lips before he could stop it.

"Kurt." The reply of his name was whispered back to him.