The couple kissed hungrily for a few more moments, both of them out of breath and panting into the other's mouth. Blaine pulled away first, earning himself a whine out of the boy below him. He had pulled away from the kiss, but their lips were still slightly touching, so when he said is next words he whispered them directly into Kurt's mouth.

"Are you still sure about this? We don't have to. I will be equally as glad to finish like this." At which point he snapped his hips down, hard, into Kurt's.

Kurt growled and wrenched his mouth away, Blaine pulled back looking hurt. With exasperation he said, "Are you seriously asking me that question right now? We've been dating for two years Blaine, this isn't exactly a snap decision for me."

Blaine made a noise deep in the back of his throat and snuzzled himself into the other side of his boyfriends neck. Opening his mouth he started to suck and bite, working a bruise into the pale canvas below him. He felt Kurt's neck vibrate below his lips when Kurt started to talk.

"I'm starting to think you're the one that's not sure about this." He said softly as he petted the back of Blaine's head. "It's okay if you aren't ready. We can just do your idea if you'd rather." Kurt bucked his hips up into Blaine's again.

Blaine growled into the skin below him and bit down sharper. Kurt whimpered and squirmed. "Want you," Blaine gritted out through his teeth before he swiped his tongue over the fairly large bruise he had just made.

"Prove it."

In the back of his head Blaine knew that Kurt didn't mean it as the challenge he was taking it as. Nevertheless, he smiled mischievously into the skin below him and waited for Kurt to make eye contact. Once Kurt met his eyes he slowly started to slide down the length of the boy in front of him until he reached the tent in the front of Kurt's pants.

Only once he was there did he break eye contact and look down at what was before him. The sight still wanting to make him moan even after all the times he and Kurt had fooled around. They had done everything besides what was going to happen soon. Blaine didn't know how, but it was even more amazing every time.

Blaine felt his mouth slightly water as he continued to stare. He knew Kurt was watching him and he wanted to drag this out for as long as Kurt would allow. It wasn't very long. Kurt lifted his hips to try and get some contact out of Blaine but all Blaine did was move further away and then look up at Kurt under his lashes.

"Yes?" He asked innocently. It was a challenge because Kurt seemed to be shaking slightly in anticipation.

"Come on! Please!" His hips lifted higher off the bed, just centimeters from Blaine's face now.

"What Kurt? Use your words, please."

"Blaine!" Kurt cried. "Touch me, suck me, just do something already!"

A sound tore out of Blaine's throat and he pinned his hands to Kurt's hips and pushed them back down flush with the bed. He kept eye contact with Kurt as he slowly lowered his head and then licked over Kurt though the denim.

"Fuck! Just take them off already!" Kurt gritted out through his teeth as he tried to buck his hips up again.

Blaine laughed lowly in the back of his throat knowing exactly what he was doing to Kurt. Still, he removed one hand from Kurt's left hip and carefully undid the button. Making sure to not touch Kurt in anyway. Blaine did the same thing with the zipper, slowly dragging it down Kurt's cock, keeping as little friction off of it he could. When Kurt's hips reacted violently he pressed down harder with his right hand.

"Please Blaine," Kurt whined as he tried to buck up again. Blaine was trying hard to pretend that he was annoyed with Kurt's impatience but it was really urging him on more. He loved how worked up Kurt got every single time they did this. It was almost his favorite part, watching Kurt come completely undone.

Yet, he took pity on the poor boy. He hooked his fingers under the denim of the jeans and slowly started to work them over Kurt's hipbones and very aroused cock. Instantaneously Kurt lifted his hips that way Blaine could pull them over the swells of his ass easily. Blaine had become sort of a master at working Kurt's very tight pants down his legs and soon they hit the floor.

Kurt's eyes fluttered open. Rubbing sleep out of them he groaned. Not because he was mad that the dream was continuing, but frustrated that it cut off right fucking there. If he could have only managed to stay asleep for a few more minutes... He shuddered at the thought.

It was Monday morning and looking at the clock Kurt realized he had woken up two minutes before the alarm was going to go off. Two minutes. He rolled over onto his belly and stuffed his face into the pillow, muffling a sound of discontent. Kurt knew that he could continue where the dream left off in his own mind. But it just wasn't the same.

The dream made it so realistic. It felt like sometimes he was transported back to that moment and was feeling everything he was when it all happened. To just think about it in his hazy memories didn't do it justice. Didn't do Blaine justice. Blaine...

Smiling into the pillow Kurt let himself get lost in the memories of Saturday night. The only thing that he regretted from the whole night was seeing the look on Blaine's face when he asked Kurt to not make him wait seven years again. Kurt had no idea how much he had hurt Blaine in return. If anything was ever going to happen between them again, Blaine had to believe that he really did care for him.

Just every time Blaine's name crossed his mind he felt swooping happiness in the pit of his stomach. Kurt never believed he would ever have the chance to have Blaine back, but he could now. He knew that just because they had gone on one date they weren't suddenly together again. They had taken the first step to that ending, but they weren't there yet.

Sighing Kurt pulled himself out of his warm bed. He had started to sleep in long pants and socks now that the cold October weather had hit New York. Silently he padded down to the kitchen. When he lifted the coffee pot the liquid sloshed and Kurt smiled at the thought that Rachel had actually left him some today. Since his date with Blaine on Saturday even Rachel seemed to be easier to deal with.

He drank his coffee slowly and in silence. Just letting his mind rest, something that he never seemed to be able to get to do anymore. It seemed like he had just poured his coffee when he reached the bottom of the cup but still he stood from the table and walked over to the iPod dock. Thumb quickly scrolling through his songs he decided to play slow and relaxing music. The song I Only See You filled his eardrums and soon he started to feel himself getting lost in the music.

For the first time in seven years he opened his mouth to sing along with Benton Paul but no sound came out. Quickly shutting his mouth he started to hustle around getting ready, the thing that had just happened throwing him off. Kurt thought when he had finally gotten everything figured out with Blaine he would be able to sing again, to feel that fire he always had. But when he had just tried his blood had turned to ice and he couldn't force himself to sing one note. Just like it always had been since he and Blaine had broken up.

He shook his head to try and clear it, trying to make himself believe that this had nothing to do with how he actually felt about Blaine. Trying to make himself believe that it had just been the song, or the day or anything else other than his heart still not being completely sure about Blaine and himself. Of course that wasn't the reason he still wasn't able to sing. He shoved all thoughts of it away except for one back corner of his mind where he knew that it was.

Kurt finished getting ready and soon it was time to leave. Now that the weather had turned he had been taking taxi's to work. He knew that over the winter the fee's would add up but he just couldn't force himself to walk all the way to work in the cold. Plus he had a strict no sweatshirt policy, no matter how cold it was outside. Once he had reached the pavement outside of his apartment Kurt hailed one of the yellow car's as fast as he could and quickly spoke the address to the cabbie that grunted out confirmation.

The good mood that Kurt had woken up in had quickly diminished. Kurt was frustrated and upset with himself. Why couldn't he just sing that damn song? He cared Blaine, he knew he did. Lifting his hand he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down. Kurt stayed like that, with his eyes crunched closed until he felt the cab jerk to a stop. Paying the cabbie he climbed out and walked briskly to the door of the building.

"Good morning Kurt," a cold voice made him freeze in his tracks. He turned his head in the direction it had come from and he saw Bill sitting behind his desk, unhappiness written all over his face.

"Bill. What do you want?"

Bill shrugged and frowned, "You? But that's not going to happen is it?"

"Your behavior was absolutely disgusting on Friday night. Do you actually think I would want anything to do with you now?" Kurt fired back at him, venom in his voice.

Scoffing Bill sneered, "Like yours was any better. Do you even remember any of what happened? Or did the midget have to fill you in?"

Kurt ground his teeth together, "Don't call him that."

"Why? Does that bother you?" He taunted. "Because you know what, you bother me. Especially you on Friday night. In that outfit and all over him-"

"Him has a name," Kurt interrupted. Bill just rolled his eyes.

"You weren't so defensive when you were drunk and making out with me. While you were yelling at me about how much you hated him. Or did you just forget about that also?"

Kurt narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him, "You took advantage of me. I see that now. And do you know why? Because Blaine took me home and put me to bed, and didn't touch me in anyway. And he's wanted me for a lot longer than you ever have."

Bill started chuckling, "Little bitch. I knew he had no balls. I would have fucked you so hard if you had been all over me like that. You'd still be limping today."

An angry blush rose to Kurt's cheeks. He had never wanted to punch someone more in his life, and he had been through a lot. "You're a disgusting prick."

Bull shrugged. "Maybe. But that doesn't mean I'm done. You can be a little bitch, but I still want you."

Kurt sighed, the fight starting to come out of him, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere with this tacit. "Just give up. It's not going to happen. I will never pick you over Blaine. You can trust me on that."

"Does he believe that? Or is there still a shadow of doubt in his mind?"

Kurt sputtered. His mouth falling open and then he quickly snapped it shut. Blaine was still unconvinced, Kurt had seen that in his eyes on Saturday night.

"Gotcha," Bill's voice pulled him out of his own head.

Finally Kurt regained his voice, "What does that even matter to you? I'm going to convince him. I am."

"He doesn't believe you, because you don't even believe you yet. Deep down you are still afraid. You know it too. I can see it in your eyes."

Kurt bit his lip. That had been just what he was freaking out about in the car, that there was a part of him that would always be afraid that Blaine would hurt him again. Could Bill be right? Could that be the reason why Blaine was afraid that Kurt was going to make him wait seven years again?

"See?" Again Bill pulled him out of his thoughts.

"So what?! I still know enough that I'd pick Blaine over you. Blaine is wonderful, and handsome, and is a true gentleman. You lack all of those qualities."

"That maybe true, but until you can convince me that you really love your precious little Blaine, then I'm still going to try and get you to be with me."

"Please don't keep trying. I lov-," Kurt said softly.

"Then look me in the eye and say it. Say to me 'I love Blaine.'"

Kurt looked up at him and met his eyes for the first time. He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was stuttering. His face heated up in shame and he cast his eyes downward once again.

"You should thank me Kurt. I showed you something you really needed to see."

"Go to hell," Kurt told the ground.

"I'll be out of your life as soon as you convince me."

"I've got to get to work," Kurt had to get away. He felt little bits of his heart tearing off as he realized that Bill was right, he still wasn't sure. Blaine had known, how could he not have?

"Okay," Bill said simply and he turned his chair back to his computer, dropping the whole thing. For now.