As soon as the latch had clicked shut and Kurt had turned back around, Blaine was instantly at his side and weaving his arm around Kurt's waist. Happily, Kurt snaked his arm around the middle of Blaine's back as they walked side by side down the stairs in perfect synchronization. Kurt was thrilled with the way their bodies softly kept bumping into each other, it made Blaine real, that he wasn't going to just float away in the breeze.

Once they were outside, Kurt hissed in a breath through his teeth when he saw what was waiting in the street. "Blaine, why is there a limousine in front of my apartment building?"

"Because I love you, and you love Broadway and we are going to see a revival show. Plus you didn't want to be the tiniest bit late, remember?" Blaine smiled hugely when Kurt glared down at him.

"But really? A limo?"

"Only for you, my love," Blaine said, still beaming as he stretched and placed a dry kiss to Kurt's cheek. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Well come on then lover boy, open the door."

"Yes Sir," Blaine said lowly from the back of his throat before practically skipping to the door and pulling it open. Kurt was glad that Blaine had his back to him when the shudder passed though his body at the name calling. Blaine saying it in that voice brought him back to those few nights...and no, Kurt put his wall up from the memory. He couldn't be thinking thoughts like those now...

Instead, Kurt just walked to the limo and gracefully slid into the backseat. He gasped when he saw that the tiny mini bar was stalked full of champagne. This was entirely too much and Kurt started to panic a little. What was Blaine expecting from tonight? Why had he gone to all this trouble and spent all of this money? What did he want?

Kurt jumped slightly when he heard the door slam and the seat dip a little as Blaine sat down. Casting a look at Blaine out of the side of his eyes, he saw that Blaine had been looking at him. Wearing that same damn expression like he was so pleased with himself and smiling a smile that looked like it could fall off. But as soon as Kurt's eyes met his, it immediately vanished.

"What's wrong? Kurt? What's going on?" Blaine demanded as the limo slowly started to take off. Kurt let out a shuddering breath.

"Why did you do, all this?" He gestured vaguely around the inside of the limo.

"Well, you got us the tickets. I knew they were probably expensive and I knew you wouldn't have let me pay you back so I didn't even ask. I just wanted to make it up to you somehow and this was all I could think of. I hope you're not too mad. I just wanted to make tonight great and special because you're so special and- Why are you laughing at me?!"

Kurt was laughing quite hard actually. He had been so scared that Blaine expected something from him, that Blaine expected him to do something he was in no way ready for. But all he had been doing was trying to make this special for Kurt because Kurt had never told him that Cathy had gave him the damn tickets on the condition he would take Blaine. Kurt was so relieved that it was making him a little hysterical.

"Blaine," Kurt choked out, still laughing, "Cathy gave me the tickets."

"Cathy?" Blaine questioned like he didn't quite get it.

"Mhm," Kurt murmured quietly, his laughter stopped but still giggling a little, giddy with the relief.

"Well damn. Now I owe her a limo ride too," Blaine said seriously, but the smile on his face gave him away that he wasn't really upset.

Before Kurt had made a conscious decision to do so, he was guffawing while he rubbed Blaine's knee and said, "You're the best, babe."

As soon as the words left his lips he stopped laughing and his hand stilled, his eyes popping out of his head. He could feel Blaine's eyes on him but he refused to look, not wanting the already pink blush to flame a violent red. Slowly he pulled his hand away from Blaine's knee and placed it laced with his other on his own lap. Kurt knew he had probably embarrassed Blaine, but he couldn't help it. It had been so natural to say and it had just...slipped out.

"Kurt, look at me," Blaine said softly. Kurt just turned his head to look out the window, refusing. Not wanting to feel the rejection he knew he was about to. Kurt wished his body could just pick an emotion and stay there for more than five seconds.

"Kurt, honey, please look at me," this time Blaine's voice was even softer. Raising his chin, Kurt finally turned his head to look at the man sitting next to him and he almost gasped when he saw the look on Blaine's face. There was so much love and happiness painted across his features, instantly making Kurt's own heart swell. Blaine reached out and took one of Kurt's hands in his before speaking again.

"You can call me anything you want. You don't have to be embarrassed. It makes me so happy that you finally feel comfortable enough around me to accidentally call me 'babe.' Please don't be embarrassed, because I'm not."

Smiling weakly Kurt whispered, "Okay."

The only response that Kurt got was Blaine smiling even bigger before nuzzling his face down into Kurt's neck. Kurt was becoming so used to Blaine's random touches that he hardly even stiffened anymore. Yet, he did giggle softly as Blaine's deep breathing tickled the sensitive skin on his neck.

"Blaiiine," Kurt whined, "tickles."

"Oh hush," Blaine spoke directly into the skin making goosebumps rise out of Kurt's flesh, "you know you're just afraid you'll get hard. I remember how sensitive your neck is. Especially..." Blaine's teeth dragged roughly across the skin right behind Kurt's ear, "there."

"Blaine!" Kurt gasped, his hand curling into a tight fist as he tried not to make any noise as Blaine continued to breath and lick over that spot. "If you leave a mark I am going to murder you!" Kurt's voice was breathy, leaving the threat empty, he cursed his bodies natural reactions.

Chuckling quietly Blaine placed one last open mouthed kiss on the area before pulling away completely. "Now we can't have that now can we? I much prefer being alive and torturing you like this."

Kurt narrowed his eyes, "Please, remind me why I put up with you."

"Because you think I'm the best, babe," Blaine winked.

Continuing to glare at Blaine Kurt watched as Blaine's face became less and less amused into a much more defined pout. When Blaine actually stuck his bottom lip out Kurt couldn't help but laugh. His icy glare immediately warming as his faced crinkled up into a full out laugh.

"You should laugh like that more often," Blaine's face softened while he spoke, "you're adorable when you laugh like that."

"Are you trying to say that I'm not always adorable?" Kurt asked cheekily.

"Not in the least."

And then Blaine's hand was framing Kurt's face and pulling him closer. Gently closing his eyes Kurt allowed Blaine to continue to pull his face closer and when he felt Blaine's lips he smiled into the chaste kiss. When Kurt felt Blaine return the smile his own hand went to Blaine's face and he pulled him just a little bit closer. They kissed slowly, lazily, just allowing themselves to experience the other, not needing to go fast or be licking into each other's mouths. Just to be connected.

They did not realize when the vehicle stopped moving until they're driver gave a small cough and said, "Gentlemen? We have arrived at your destination."

Blaine pulled away first laughing just slightly and meeting Kurt's eyes. "Later," he whispered and Kurt nodded his head a little too quickly, eyes wide.

Blaine gave another soft laugh before scooting over to the door, opening it and climbing out. Kurt followed Blaine and when he reached the edge of the seat Blaine's hand was extended out, something that was seeming to become a signature for him and it made Kurt smile hugely.

"What?" Blaine asked, eyes crinkling when he saw the look on his face once he was securely on his feet.

"It's nothing," Kurt waved his other hand in Blaine's direction as Blaine led them up to the doors of the theatre. "I just really...care about you, Blaine."

Without warning Blaine had stopped walking but Kurt had kept going, leaving Kurt's arm stuck out behind him in an awkward angle as he took in the shocked expression on Blaine's face. This time it was his turn to ask, "What?"

"That's the," Blaine swallowed, "that's the closest you've come to telling me you love me while sober. I'm just...kinda freaking out."

"Oh Blaine," Kurt cooed; wishing more than ever before that he could just say those three little words, "I care about you so much." It was the closest he could get.

Blaine laughed sadly before shrugging, "Me too, Kurt. Me too."

"Come on," Kurt tugged on Blaine's arm and he finally seemed to snap out of it. Quickly he caught up to Kurt's pace and they were entering the door to the theatre. Kurt's eyes immediately lit up and he tried to look every where at once. He heard Blaine laughing next to him and when he looked at him Blaine wasn't looking at anything. Only him. Kurt blushed but he couldn't help as his eyes started to dart all around again, trying to take in everything, including Blaine's warm hand wrapped around his own.

He felt Blaine gently leading him somewhere but Kurt was too lost in his own world to know what was really going on. He was memorizing everything he could. The smell of the building, the posters hanging on the walls, the recessed lighting. What wallpaper and paint was used, the carpet design. Everything. He wanted to look back on this night and to be able to remember it perfectly clear.

"Let's go, Kurt," Blaine was pulling on his arm again. Slowly Blaine led them down a hallway and up a split set of stairs. Once they reached the top he cast another glance down at the tickets and slowly maneuvered them around the people to their seats. Kurt's body was humming so much that he didn't think that he could sit down, but he forced himself to sit down next to Blaine and then look out at the stage.

He gasped. It was not the first Broadway show he had seen by any means, but this was his first time seeing Rent as it had gone off Broadway while he was in high school. Plus this was his first time sharing the Broadway experience with Blaine. From the ceiling there was a beautiful glass chandelier and an intricate design on the ceiling. Next Kurt's eyes went to the stage where there was a metal construction that was obviously used for more than just decoration. He itched to be the one climbing on it.

There were a set of stairs that were leading up to a platform that had metal railings. And then there was another construction on the far left hand side of the stage that held the band in the bottom and there was another platform on the top. Kurt's eyes darted to the large white paper lantern that was hung over the right side of the stage, over the larger metal contraption.

"This is amazing Blaine," he breathed and finally looked at the man sitting on his left hand side.

"Yeah, you are," Blaine said in just as breathless a voice and Kurt's cheeks pinked a little. He wondered if Blaine had been watching him the whole time.

"Hush you. Really look," his eyes flicked back to the stage before coming back and meeting Blaine's again.

"I am." Blaine smiled happily, still staring at Kurt. Kurt leaned over and placed his lips to Blaine's forehead, noticing when Blaine leaned into the touch.

"Thank you. For coming with me tonight," Kurt said quietly.

"It is my pleasure to accompany you anywhere you wish to go Kurt Hummel."

Sighing happily, Kurt nestled himself as close to Blaine's warm body as the seats would allow and resting his head on Blaine's shoulder as he continued to take more in. While inspecting the stage and the way things were set up, he felt Blaine place a kiss in his hair before burying his face in it and smelling.

"Don't even think about messing up my hair," Kurt tried to sound menacing.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Blaine's voice drifted from above him and then the lights flicked.

"Blaine!" Kurt raised his head and latched both of his hands onto Blaine's that was resting on the arm rest, "it's gonna start soon!"

"I know, baby," Blaine tried to squeeze Kurt's hands even though his was squeezed in between Kurt's.

"This amazing! I can't believe we're here! I'm going to have to give Cathy a raise for this," Kurt clicked his tongue in mock disappointment.

"It's worth it," Kurt noticed how Blaine's eyes crinkled when he smiled again and he was suddenly hit with a pang of how he wanted to be able to see Blaine when he was old and wrinkly, those same laugh lines etched into his skin.

Deciding in that second to stop holding back Kurt said, "You're gonna be the cutest old man ever you know. With those laugh lines."

Blaine blushed slightly before saying, "And here I thought you would be the kind of person that would do anything possible to avoid getting laugh lines."

"Well on myself, naturally. But with you it's a whole different story."

"I'd love to hear how you'll still-" Blaine started but then the lights suddenly turned off and Kurt let out a little shriek of excitement as he squeezed Blaine's hand even tighter.

"You ready?" Blaine teased Kurt, whispering under his breath. Kurt scowled even though it was dark and Blaine could probably feel his hands shaking around his own.

"Shhh. Respect the show Blaine."

Through the darkness and the corner of his eye Kurt saw motion and figured it was Blaine pretending to zip his lips. He rolled his eyes even though he knew Blaine couldn't see him. But then the lights on the stage went on and the only thing keeping Kurt tied to the planet was the fact that he was latched onto Blaine's hand.

While he was watching, Kurt vowed to never go this long without seeing a Broadway show again because he had almost forgotten his love for it. He had been pushing music and theatre out of his head for seven years and to finally re-submerge himself in this world was beyond amazing.

Kurt felt himself being swept away in the pain of the show. Of all of the characters just wanting to be happy even though they were all dying in one way or another. Even Mark, dying alone in his work. Kurt laughed and clapped his whole way through Act I, beside himself with joy. This is what life was all about. Spending time with friends and people you loved.

Loved. The scenes had been going by so fast Kurt couldn't believe it when it was time for Collins and Angel's duet. His body stiffened at the familiar music rang through the whole theatre. He felt Blaine shift beside him and then Blaine's lips were by his ear, "Do you remember when we sang this together senior year?"

"Of course I do," Kurt whispered back, intently watching the actors on stage trying desperately to not break down in tears like every time the music for this song came up on shuffle on his iPod. It took him a second, but he realized that he wasn't filled with that same sadness that the song usually created. But he was actually...happy. Kurt's head tilted to the side as he realized this new emotion, catching him completely off guard.

But then Blaine's lips were following his ear and suddenly Blaine was singing directly in his ear, all of Collins' parts. Kurt melted back into his seat at the sound of Blaine singing, singing to him for the first time in over seven years. Even though it was just whispered under his breath, it was still intended just for Kurt's ears and Blaine was giving him more goosebumps than the actors.

Kurt's throat was aching to be singing back the replying lines of Angel. He had never wanted to sing so badly since he had lost his voice. Blaine's was amazing and it was physically hurting to not be answering his pleas of forever. Kurt opened his mouth and honestly tried to sing back "You'll be my king, and I'll be your castle" but all that came out of his mouth was dry air and a gargling sound. Kurt's eyes squeezed shut straight away and he snapped his mouth shut in embarrassment.

At the sound Blaine had pulled away from Kurt's ear so quickly Kurt thought he had maybe gotten whiplash. He knew Blaine was staring at him, with a stunned and worried expression but he just couldn't bear to look at it. This was too hard without having to explain to Blaine what was happening inside of him. The actors were still singing but for the moment the magic was gone. Kurt felt only cold and emptiness inside of him once again.

He kept his eyes squeezed shut for the remainder of the song and when the last notes had finally fizzled away he dared to open them again. Kurt finished out the remainder of Act I dreading intermission and Blaine asking him what had just happened. He could not get the least bit back into the show even though he was trying with everything he had. That had been the first time that he had really tried and thought he was going to be able to sing, and it had blown up in his face. And he thought he had been so close to finally being able to tell Blaine everything...

Then all of a sudden he was blinking in surprise as the house lights came back up and it was the end of Act I. Oh God, this was it. Blaine was going to turn to him and say...

"Do you want anything to drink? I'm really thirsty."

Kurt's mouth dropped open, shocked. It was a few long seconds before he could gasp out, "N-No. I'm good."

"Okay," Blaine said smiling and then slowly rising to his feet, "I'll be right back." He pressed a small kiss to Kurt's forehead and then Kurt was watching him walk away.

It was another few seconds before Kurt realized his mouth was still hanging open and he quickly snapped it shut. He had been sure that Blaine was going to give him the third degree for what had happened and he hadn't even mentioned it. Had he not heard? No of course he had, Kurt reminded himself, it hadn't been just a tiny squeak. So what was it? Had he just not cared?

Reality hit him like a cold slap in the face. Blaine wouldn't care if he were able to sing or not. Blaine was in love with him for God sakes. Why would Blaine have given the least amount of worry over the fact that Kurt couldn't sing? Why had he been so worked up about it? Kurt's hands were shaking now that he had figured it out and he gave a random little laugh.

"Do I get to hear the joke?" Blaine was back standing beside him with a bottle of water in his hands. Kurt realized he must have been lost in his thoughts for longer than it had seemed.

"It's not very good. What do you think so far?" He tried to change the subject. Even though he saw now that Blaine wouldn't care, he still wasn't ready to talk about it.

It worked. Instantly Blaine was analyzing every little thing that had happened and Kurt could just get by with nodding every once in a while. Kurt was just lost in looking at Blaine. The way his eyes danced while he talked about something that he really cared about. How he talked with his hands when he got really excited and how he would just randomly smile sometimes. He couldn't believe how lucky he was that this beautiful man had chosen him to fall in love with.

Before he had even realized twenty minutes had passed, the house lights were flicked off again. Kurt started to prepare himself for what he knew was coming in Act II. This is where the show got intense and he always broke down crying. Kurt hoped that maybe since he knew what to expect it wouldn't be as bad as it had been every time he watched the movie, and the DVD of it live on Broadway...

It started off okay, he only teared up a little bit during 'Season of Love' so he figured he would be good for the rest of the show. He was wrong. Kurt had forgotten about the song 'Contact', which was the most sexual song of the show and implied all of the characters having a big session of group sex. Along with Angel standing up and singing his death. However, while the song was happening Kurt could probably cut though the sexual tension rolling between himself and Blaine. Blaine's hand was sweating in his and Kurt knew his own body was shaking just slightly. They both breathed a sigh of relief when the song was over.

"That was...interesting," Blaine leaned over and whispered in Kurt's ear again. Kurt couldn't risk responding, fearing that if he opened his mouth he might moan. So all he did was nod his head yes as his body gave a violent shudder because Blaine was so close.

Luckily Blaine didn't push his luck and just leaned back over into his seat. Kurt tried to focus back in on the show but that tension was in the back of his mind the whole time. He couldn't help but wonder if Blaine was feeling the same way. Kurt thought it would go away while the silent tears tracked down his face while Collins wailed out the 'I'll Cover You Reprise' mourning his lost lover. He couldn't even imagine how he would feel if he lost Blaine like that...

Kurt was weepy for the rest of the show. This show always played with his emotions like that and the power of seeing it on stage was overtaking him. As the characters were singing their way through the last song of the show Kurt was stuck painfully with how he could lose Blaine again at any moment. In one second Blaine could be taken away from him forever this time. Kurt didn't think he could handle losing Blaine again. Ever, in anyway.

He was aching to give himself to Blaine. When the house light's came back up he looked over at the shorter man and Blaine was wearing an expression that Kurt could tell was matching his own. The need for each other was too great at the very real thought of them ever being separated again by any means. Kurt's mind was distracted as Blaine pulled him up to his feet and started leading him through the crowd by the hand. Kurt just couldn't wait to get out of the venue, he knew he would probably regret not savoring all of this but in that moment, he didn't care.

Soon enough they were out on the street and Blaine was dragging him through the taxi's lined up over to the limo that had brought them here. How Blaine knew which of the other three limo's was the right one, Kurt would never know because Blaine already had the door open and was pulling Kurt inside. Diving in after Blaine, Kurt slammed the door behind himself.

At the sound, Blaine's mouth was on his instantly. Kurt whimpered into the kiss and Blaine muffled the sound by kissing Kurt deeper and harder than he had since coming back into Kurt's life. Fisting his hands in Blaine's hair, Kurt dragged him closer, needing him closer. This time it was Blaine that groaned deep in the back of his throat and Kurt made a high pitched sound in return.

A mechanical whirring sound broke the lust in Kurt's brain for his long enough for him to tear his mouth away from Blaine's. Just in time to see the driver disappearing behind the black partition, a knowing smile on his face reflected in the rear view mirror. But then Blaine's teeth were back on that spot on his neck and any momentary sanity was gone again.

The ride back to his apartment seemed a lot shorter while Blaine was leaving hickeys on his neck and fucking his mouth with his tongue. They broke apart when they heard a loud knock on the partition and Blaine growled.

"Apartment. Now." Blaine's voice was deep and Kurt actually whimpered at the sound of it.

But he sprung into action and flung the door open and got out of the vehicle as fast as he possibly could. Blaine was out the next instant and was pressed up against his back. Blaine's hands were tight on his hips as Kurt started to walk forward to get to the door of the building.

"Can't, God, walk with you behind me like that," Kurt gasped.

"Deal with it Kurt, I'm not letting you get away from me again," Blaine said directly into his ear before biting down on the flesh.

"Oh God," Kurt's knees started to buckle and they were still standing, motionless on the street.

"Go," Blaine snarled before stepping back just half a step, hands still on Kurt's hips. But without the feeling of Blaine pressed against him Kurt could actually walk them into the building.

"How are we doing the stairs?" Kurt asked, breathily.

"I'm going to let go, and then we both are going to run up them as fast as we can. Get the key out now."

With shaking hands Kurt fished the key out of his pocket and then held it up, "Got it." He felt Blaine's hands let go and then Kurt was running. He took every other stair trying to get up them faster, his longer legs letting him beat Blaine. Kurt sprinted to his door and unlocked it before Blaine was once again pressed against the back of him and they went tumbling into the apartment.

Kurt was slammed up against the closed door and he heard the deafening click of the lock. "Rachel?" Blaine gasped while staring at Kurt's lips hungrily.

"Out for the night," Kurt was able to breathe out before Blaine's mouth claimed his again. He felt Blaine's hands wrap around his wrists and then they were slammed into the door on either side of his head. Kurt moaned loudly and Blaine shuffled forward, body pressed right against Kurt's.

Kurt gasped when he felt Blaine, hard and heavy and pressed right into his thigh. His own hard cock was pressing against Blaine's hip and just the pressure there was making Kurt's head spin in want and lust. Blaine's mouth slipped off of his and was running down the length of his neck and Kurt couldn't help it. He thrust, hard into the warm body pressed against him.

"Fuck. Kurt," Blaine gritted out through his teeth and then Blaine was thrusting back, hard and fast, knocking Kurt's body into the door, over and over again.

"Yes," Kurt breathed out, open mouthed, head strained back against the door as Blaine kept marking him and thrusting against him. This was better than Kurt had remembered. Why had he been denying himself this for so long?

Then Blaine's hand was unwrapping itself from Kurt's right wrist and slowly, teasingly, being dragged down the side of him. Kurt banged his head back against the door at the sensations traveling through his body as he thrust harder and harder into Blaine. The hand disappeared suddenly and Kurt whined at the loss. But before he knew it, the warm pressure was back, only this time it wasn't on his side.

Blaine was palming him though his pants, somehow able to wedge his hand between his own body and Kurt's. The feeling of fingers and a hand that weighed more than his own snapped Kurt out of every thing he was feeling.

"Stop! Blaine! Stop!" The reaction was immediate. The hand over his cock was gone as was the one that had been wrapped around his other wrist. Blaine had taken at least two steps back and was staring at Kurt, panting, eyes dark staring at Kurt as he licked over his lips.

"Oh God!" Kurt shrieked, "I'm so sorry!" And before he knew it he was sliding down the door, head in his hands and sobbing. "I can't! I'm so sorry!"

Strong arms wrapped around his curled up form and Blaine was pulling him into his lap. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere Kurt. It's okay. I understand. I'm so sorry I pushed you."

Kurt chuckled through his tears, "Well I wasn't exactly stopping you. It's not your fault. You were just trying to do what we both wanted."

"You want that?" Blaine sounded shocked. Kurt huffed.

"Of course I do. I just...can't. I'm sorry," Kurt started to cry again.

Blaine started to gently rock Kurt, "It's okay. Whenever you're ready is when it'll happen. If you're ever ready. Not until then."

They stayed like that on the floor together for a long time as Blaine quieted each and every one of Kurt's cries. Finally Kurt felt like he could stand up again and Blaine helped him to his feet.

"I'm gonna go get you a glass of water alright? Go sit on the couch. I'm not going anywhere."

Nodding, Kurt walked over to the couch and sat down heavily, he could hear the sink running. He took a few deep breaths and then Blaine was back handing him a big glass of water.

"Thanks," he croaked, his throat aching from crying so much. He looked at Blaine gratefully as he gulped down the water.

"Why is tomorrow circled on your calendar in red with big arrows pointing to it?" Blaine questioned as he sat down next to Kurt. Kurt titled his head to the side, thinking. Tomorrow? What was tomorrow? And then it dawned on him, and he almost spit out the water when it did.

"Dad and Carole are coming for a visit," Kurt smiled weakly.

"Oh," Blaine smiled hugely, "I've missed them, I can't wait to see them again! You are gonna re-introduce me as the guy your dating right? I mean, I'm sure you've already told them..."

Blaine kept talking but Kurt was tuning him out. He had not told either one of his parents about Blaine. Plus Kurt knew that his dad would not be very happy that Blaine was back in Kurt's life. Kurt gulped down more water and tried to put out of his head the sinking feeling that was back in his stomach.