This one is for Jane!  Based off a tumblr post she saw that made us think of our perfect boys! Hope you enjoy!!

Kurt Hummel has just graduated high school and incurred his first heartbreak.  Resolving not to let that happen ever again he becomes a regular at his dad's bar despite being underage.  Everyone takes notice of this gorgeous young man including the new bartender Blaine Anderson. Despite Kurt's plan of just having fun and maybe leading on some of the bar patrons, one look at Blaine and his plans change even before he realizes it.

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Kurt vaguely heard the front door shut as Jamie left while he busy relearning the way Blaine’s lips and hands felt, and Blaine must have heard the same thing because suddenly Kurt was pressed much harder against Blaine’s body, the intensity of the kiss increasing by the second. Kurt’s fingers were buried deep into Blaine’s curls before he knew what he was doing, and he wasn’t even embarrassed by the moan that left his mouth. He had been thinking and dreaming about Blaine for the past six days—about the lips that he might never kiss again, about the body he might never have the pleasure of touching again, and about the eyes that might never look at him as if he was everything. And now he had all that back, and for the first time it was all his, no strings attached. Kurt laughed a little when he was pushed up against the nearest wall, kind of admiring how strong Blaine was even with one broken arm. The cast didn’t stop Blaine at all; he still managed to render Kurt immobile, pressed hard against the wall; only this time it was Blaine’s entire body keeping him there instead of a strong arm and, if Kurt had to choose, he kind of liked this better. Their kisses were desperate and intense, and it was just what Kurt needed; as far as he was concerned they could kiss like this forever, and it would never be enough. That was why he was surprised when, instead of going back in for another kiss after sucking on Kurt’s already swollen lip, Blaine pulled back and looked at Kurt with now smoldering hazel eyes, breathing heavily. Blaine looked at him in the way that made Kurt’s stomach do flips and his heart beat like crazy as his good arm slowly ran up Kurt’s side, leaving a trail of goosebumps on his skin as he leaned in to start kissing Kurt again, this time placing sensual kisses behind his ear and down his neck. Kurt straightened out his neck and grabbed on tightly to the fabric of Blaine’s shirt. “God, Blaine… I missed you so fucking much!”

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Day 0

Kurt left with Jamie early in the morning to make the drive back to San Diego. Part of him hoped that Blaine would stay asleep so they wouldn’t have to deal with a painful goodbye, and the other half of him hoped Blaine would hug him and refuse to let him leave; neither came true. Blaine had made to-go coffees for both Jamie and Kurt and was waiting in the kitchen before they even came downstairs. It looked as if he hadn’t slept at all, and Kurt could relate because he hadn’t either. They all stood in the kitchen not really knowing how to bring up the fact that they had to get going, Kurt unwilling to say it and Blaine unwilling to admit it.

Finally, after conversations about nothing, Jamie decided to rip the band-aid off, so to speak, telling Kurt they really did have to go. Kurt stood there awkwardly at first, not knowing if he should hug Blaine, kiss him, or just leave without saying anything; all those options seemed equally painful. As it turned out, Kurt didn’t have to decide because Blaine wrapped him into a tight hug quickly and without words.

Kurt grasped the back of Blaine’s shirt, holding it in his fist as Blaine buried his face in Kurt’s neck, a place that once—no, is and always will be—Blaine’s place. He felt Blaine’s heart beat against his own chest and heard his breathing hitch a couple times, but Blaine didn’t let go; his hug just got tighter and more desperate.

The hug lasted even longer than a long hug, and Jamie must have sensed that they physically couldn’t stop on their own; so after a while he cleared his throat and told Kurt once again they really had to go. For a moment Kurt thought by the way Blaine stilled in his arms that he was going to object, tell him to stay, but he didn’t; he just slowly released Kurt from his embrace, plastered a fake smile on his face and waved to them as they walked out the door, got in Jamie’s Jeep, and drove away.

Kurt only waited long enough to get the hospital information from Noah before he dropped the phone onto the seat beside him, not even bothering to disconnect the call. It took him three tries to buckle his seat belt because his hands were shaking too much; Noah’s words, “There’s been an accident,” kept running through his head, chilling him to his very core. He cursed himself for driving so far away from home—really, for just leaving at all.

As he pulled on to the highway, he thought about the last time he saw Blaine—how he yelled at him, how he told him he would never forgive him, how he left him without once ever really telling him how he felt—and now he was lying in a hospital bed, or an operating room or… something else Kurt wouldn’t allow himself to think. Kurt didn’t pay attention to the posted speed limit signs. It didn’t matter—his car couldn’t go fast enough.

He traveled down the highway, weaving in and out of traffic, hating himself for not realizing that the first thing Blaine would have done was get on his bike in an attempt to clear his head, for not noticing, blinded by his own anger, how broken and conflicted Blaine was, for not staying and standing in front of that fucking bike and refusing to move when Blaine tried to leave. Kurt’s knuckles were white as he anxiously gripped the steering wheel, frantically looking for an indication that he was almost there.  He finally noticed a sign telling him his exit was only three miles away, and for one second, just one single moment, he had a feeling of relief; then the guilt washed over him anew.

As he came upon his exit, he honked several times at the person in front of him for going what was probably the normal speed limit before whipping around him, cutting another car off in the process. This was his fault; Blaine wouldn’t have gotten into an accident if he hadn’t left, if he hadn’t pushed him, if he hadn’t yelled.

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Blaine's whole body jerked up at the feeling of something vibrating against his thigh, and his eyes cracked open on their own accord. Kurt was still sleeping soundly in his arms, and it took him a couple minutes to realize it was his phone that woke him up in the first place. He shifted very carefully so as not to wake Kurt and took his phone out of his pocket, his heart sinking at the preview of the text he saw on the screen. He untangled himself from Kurt with practiced ease, placing a lingering kiss on his forehead before getting up from the couch. Jamie had said he wanted to surprise Kurt, but he managed to surprise Blaine, too. There was a time Blaine liked surprises…now…not so much. He went into the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of cold water, downing half of it at one go and feeling a bit more oriented and awake thanks to the ice cold water coursing down his throat and settling in his empty stomach. Jamie could walk in any moment, and Blaine was sweating like crazy. He wanted to go take Kurt back in his arms, give him one last kiss before he had to face Jamie, tell Kurt he was sorry he couldn't be what he wanted, but hey it was nice while it lasted, right? Blaine's head hurt—along with his heart, but he managed to curl his lips into a smile at the sound of the front door opening. Kurt was awakened from his peaceful sleep by someone shaking him like there was a fire or something, and he vaguely heard what sounded like his brother’s voice. He didn't open his eyes right away, thinking he was dreaming or something, but when the shaking continued, he finally opened his eyes, only to find Jamie with a big goofy grin plastered on his face. Kurt was speechless at first, looking around quickly to find Blaine because his last memory was of them curled up on the couch together, definitely not looking like your typical roommates. His eyes finally found Blaine halfway across the room, standing awkwardly with a stoic expression on his face that he was trying to force into a smile. Kurt only focused back on Jamie when he basically picked him up and hugged the crap out of him. 

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Day 7 Blaine took one long pull right from the vodka bottle and set it on the floor before rolling onto his stomach, watching Kurt take a puff from the joint and holding the smoke for a moment longer than necessary before blowing it out. It wasn't something they did very often. Or at all. It was actually the first time he gave in to Kurt—“Can we try it again? Blaine, come on! I don't even remember it all too clearly. Please?”—since the night he breathed smoke into Kurt's mouth for the very first time. Blaine was oddly fascinated by the way Kurt's lips wrapped around the joint, the way his eyes fluttered when he took the first hit and breathed in deep, the way he watched the smoke curl up and dissipate in front of him with dazed eyes.

Blaine draped an arm over Kurt's thighs, digging his fingers underneath the waistband of his sweatpants, an easy, careless smile on his face as he looked up at Kurt.

“Let's go swimming,” he suggested, like it made any fucking sense. The look Kurt gave him in return did nothing to deter Blaine. “I'm serious. I wanna swim with you.”

Blaine looked like a little kid, a pretty drunk slightly high kid, but the mischievous look in his eye, the mess of curls falling in his face and the slight pout made him too adorable to just ignore. Kurt took one more drag from the joint and then handed it to Blaine, his voice a little hoarse from the smoke as he spoke.

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Blaine, maybe for the fifth time since Kurt got dressed and asked him how he was looking for the night, had to avert his gaze from the lower part of Kurt's body, which was making heads turn as they eased into the club. It wasn’t that Blaine was so jealous he couldn't stand the thought of others looking at Kurt the way he thought only he was allowed to; it was mostly that Blaine knew he, himself, couldn't look either. And there was just so fucking much to look at. Kurt looked edible in those tight, white jeans hugging his assets like a second skin, the top buttons of his dark blue shirt left unbuttoned, the exposed, milky skin underneath providing just the right amount of teasing, and even the way his bare ankles looked in those burgundy loafers was driving Blaine mental. It wasn't the first time they were meeting others since they decided to be... uh, them, but it was the first time they were seeing others since the night he and Kurt shared in his bed, followed by a lazy morning with lots of cuddles and kisses. Blaine was still surprised how simple it all was; Kurt asked if he could stay the night, and Blaine said he still wanted his morning coffee, and then there they were, wrapped up in each other's arms like it was something they were used to, like it was no big deal. Blaine so very easily adapted to the way they were just being themselves around each other—to the comfortable silences, easy smiles and effortless touches—that now he was seriously nervous about just cracking at something, anything, and exposing their cover. Individually, they were still the same Kurt and Blaine, both very stubborn and sometimes pointlessly sarcastic, but it was completely something else when they were Kurt-and-Blaine, and now Blaine knew what that meant, and he was going to have to make an extra effort to act like he didn't. If it had been only him, he would have just found an excuse and told Quinn he wasn't feeling good so they would just have to do without him, but Kurt fucking beamed as soon as Santana said “night out” and “dance” and “drink” and, well, Blaine was only now discovering he was pretty weak against Kurt's smile. He grabbed Kurt by the hips just before they made their way over to the table Quinn had texted them about and pulled him close. He leaned in, speaking loudly in Kurt's ear to be heard over the blaring music. “We aren't doing it again, okay? Not tonight. No playing footsie under the table. No teasing. No fucking touching. I mean it, Kurt! I really can't tonight.”

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Blaine refused to open his eyes until the bright glare of morning sun pouring in through the sheer curtains, beaming warmly on his face and licking at his skin, became impossible to ignore. He stretched out his arms, yawning lazily as he sat up in the bed, his lips spreading into a big grin as he remembered the reason why he went to sleep so late the previous night. They hadn’t gone any further than innocent—okay, maybe not so innocent—kisses and wandering hands, but it was past midnight when Blaine finally managed to untangle himself from Kurt's warm body and go to his room. Alone. Kurt had made sure Blaine wouldn't be able to get to sleep for a couple more hours because of the good night kiss he gave him—not that Blaine would have been able to anyway. There were so many things keeping him awake even when he’d stripped to his boxers and had lain face down in the bed. He’d tried forcing himself not to think about what he would say to Jamie if he happened to find out how he’d spent the last couple hours with Kurt. Blaine was so going to hell, but the previous night made it pretty clear he was unable to do anything to prevent it; he wanted Kurt too much. He was having difficulty keeping his eyes open even after he washed his face. He put on a well-worn t-shirt before making his way downstairs to the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee coming in waves. Blaine paused when he walked into the kitchen, his lips curling into a lazy smile as he looked up and met Kurt's sky blue eyes, which dropped to Blaine's lower half immediately, looking him up and down appreciatively. Blaine arched an eyebrow and bit his lip in return, still not used to being the receiving end of such openly admiring—and hungry—stares from Kurt. He still didn't know how to handle it, which was really funny actually, because Blaine had thought he’d perfected his flirting game long before Kurt came into his life. “Morning,” was about all he could manage as he closed the remaining distance between them. He gave Kurt an appreciative smile when he was handed a mug of steaming coffee and took a generous sip, enjoying the tiny little moment of pleasure as his eyes dropped closed.

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Blaine rolled over in bed, trying to get away from the sun that had seeped through their window and had woken him from a wonderful dream, but it was too late now, his dream world was quickly slipping away and the morning was taking over.  As he let his eyes slowly open, a sleepy grin formed on his face effortlessly.  No matter how fantastic the dream he was having was, waking up to a sleeping Kurt Hummel-Anderson was always way better.  He looked absolutely adorable in the morning light, his knees drawn up to his body, his hands tucked underneath his head, his mouth slightly parted, breathing steadily.  He looked like a little sleeping kitten and all Blaine wanted to do was take him in his arms and cuddle him all morning.  Blaine checked the clock and figured they had a few minutes and wasted no more time before wrapping his arms around his husband.  Kurt made an indiscernible mumbling noise and stretched out in Blaine’s hold before tangling himself into Blaine all without batting an eye.  The problem was now that he had moved, his shirt had ridden up exposing the creamy skin underneath, showing Blaine just how low his pajama pants were riding on those fabulous hips, his lips still parted but now his hot breath was creating goose bumps down Blaine’s neck.  It was a problem because one, he was asleep and two because there was a five year old girl down the hall that would be waking up at any time, no doubt planning on jumping into their king size bed.  Still Blaine was a man, a man with a very sexy husband, so he started placing soft kisses along Kurt’s earlobe and down his jaw line, getting more and more excited every time Kurt stirred, until finally those beautiful emerald eyes looked at him, a sleepy smirk forming on his lips.  Blaine placed a good morning kiss on Kurt’s lips.

“Oh! Did I wake you?”

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Kurt was exhausted.  He didn’t realize how much until he got in the car with Adam and started driving to the airport. He hadn’t slept at all the night before, fighting the whole night with his eyes not knowing what to do. If they closed Kurt would dream about that kiss, what if felt to have Blaine’s arms wrapped around him, and if they stayed opened an immense sense of guilt would wash over him with Adam’s arm wrapped so tightly around him as he slept.  He knew he had to end it.  He probably should end it with both Adam and end whatever was going on with Blaine, but he wasn’t quite ready to end things with Blaine; besides, how could he end things when he didn’t even know what the ‘things’ were between them?

Kurt wasn’t even sure if anything would happen a part from their longing looks and the occasional times when they ran out of will power, but Kurt desperately wanted to find out.  One thing was clear in his mind—he was ready to end it with Adam.  Kurt wasn’t sure if it was just that he was making himself feel better or if it really was true, but it felt like Adam had one foot out the door as well.  The thought of saying goodbye to Adam made Kurt sad, and he knew it wouldn’t be easy. It wasn’t so long ago that Adam had been his whole world, and now, without either of them really noticing, they had grown apart. He didn’t mean for it to happen, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Adam, but Kurt feared if they stayed together that was exactly what he would end up doing.

There was a weird vibe that entire morning as they got ready and Kurt watched Adam pack up his things. They moved around each other in silence, barely speaking in complete sentences, never really making eye contact.  At first Kurt thought it was because Adam somehow must have seen what happened in Blaine’s room the night before, but as the morning progressed, it almost felt like they were both just going through the motions of being sad that Adam was leaving because that was how they thought they were supposed to feel.

The car ride to the airport was more of the same, with awkward silences that Kurt tried to fill by reminiscing about their high school days, but that just made the atmosphere in car more depressing.  Kurt pulled into the departures area of the airport and placed his car in park. He looked at Adam, heart dropping in his chest at the way Adam looked at him almost as if he was expecting what was coming next.  Kurt took Adam’s hand in his, letting out a shaky breath before he spoke.

“A-Adam. I really did love spending time with you this weekend. I had missed you like crazy. But… it just felt like… like something was missing, y’ know?”

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