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[He closed his eyes and relaxed closer, resting his forehead to Blaine’s and slowly dragging his fingertips along the kitten’s shivering little head.] Already thinking about tomorrow? [He asked softly, a hint of a smile playing at the more peaceful edges of his voice. Kurt was certainly the type to plan every bit and piece of his schedule from day to day, but as far as spending time with people went, that was always a blank space in his agenda. To have such a natural assurance that he’d be spending time with someone without question was as comforting as it was different.]

[Nodding, Blaine tucked himself closer against Kurt's side. The blanket next was perfectly warm and cozy, and every single inch of him was aware of but relaxed by Kurt's presence. He absently ran the arch of his foot over the Dom's ankle, simply to touch as much of Kurt as he could.] I want to monopolize you. [He said, letting the selfish sentiment rise to the surface. In Ohio he'd been an afterthought, and being Kurt's clear priority was just as addictive as he had remembered.] I missed you in every way. I didn't realize how much I like being seen with you. Walking through the city as part of a unit is much more fun than being stuck in the suburbs alone. [Blaine explained, running a finger down Justice's tail.]

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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Kurt touched over his knuckles and closed his eyes, more than content to press the menus into Blaine’s chest and rest his cheek against the springy couch cushion.] Puttanesca sounds good. Please do, [he murmured, and reached to carefully tuck the edge of the blanket more securely around his shoulder once he’d felt it start to slip from his side. In the peaceful moments of passing off the control into Blaine’s offering hands, he had to let his mind wander off into impossible passages of time, and to imagine what this exact time had been like twenty-four hours ago. For himself it’d been standard cut and dry, cooking for one and falling prey to Gershwin’s pleading eyes for a few bits of his dinner before he’d wound up hugging the dog to his chest and frowning out the window. For Blaine though, one had to wonder how twenty-four hours ago had felt. He opened his eyes and looked at the side of Blaine’s head, silent in studying the rounded curve of his ear and the drying spirals of his hair.]

[After a quick phone call Blaine had to twist his body to place the menus and his phone back on the table, disrupting Justice’s resting place on his lap. Mewing, she climbed up his side, batting at his chin with her paw as if to chastise him for shifting around. Once he was comfortably back in position he scooped her up, cradling her against his chest. He glanced up at Kurt, leaning in to bump their noses together.] I have a proposition for you. [He said, running his fingers down Justice's back to soothe her.] I was thinking we could maybe take Gershwin on a walk in the park tomorrow? And then I could cook? [Blaine asked, not wanting to force his idea of what the day could be on Kurt.] If you don't have to work, that is.

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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You'd think New York restauranteurs would be more creative. [Blaine mused, tapping on Justice's little paws to get her attention as she explored his lap. He glanced over the thin pages of the menu, familiar enough with its contents to not need to read so closely.] Gnocci sounds pretty fantastic right now. [He said, trailing his fingers over Kurt's wrist to still his waving, which was fully occupying Justice's attention. She calmed once the movement ceased, turning to examine the loose fabric of the sub's shirt. Blaine swept his fingers up Kurt's arm, resting in the crook of his elbow.] I can call, if you know what you want.

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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[Blaine laughed and bared his neck, cupping Kurt's chin with his hand.] You're very persuasive. [He tapped his fingers down Kurt's neck, playing a melody on his sternum.] I feel better when I'm with you. It's easier not to think about certain things. [He admitted, gently exploring the lines of the Dom's collarbone and throat with the tips of his fingers. Although he'd learned things at Isis, the very institution itself always served as a reminder of what he'd gone through. Kurt had been one of the few people to actively treat him as more than a battered sub, a fact Blaine had never taken lightly. He propped himself up on his elbow, pressing their lips together gently. Blaine pulled back to whisper,] What kind of food do you want? I'm absolutely famished.

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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[He set the menus down beside the photos, swiping up the pictures to look at once he was situated. It didn't take him long to climb in the blanket nest, pressing his body against Kurt's so they would both fit.] I like it when you call me that. [He pressed his face against the Dom's neck, his lips and legs wiggling as he got comfortable, but he soon found a position that allowed him to rest his head comfortably. He raised up the pictures, tilting them back and forth to catch the light in different ways.] I look better than I thought I would. [He said honestly, reaching up to place the pictures on the table. Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's side, holding him close so he wouldn't fall off. He could barely see bits of the apartment over Kurt's shoulder, but he knew without a doubt that everything there was a mixture of their lives.]

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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[Blaine pressed the bundle of clothes to his nose, inhaling deeply before shaking them out. He slid on the shirt first, the soft material encasing him perfectly.] I like wearing clothes that smell like you. [He leaned over the back of the couch, petting Justice with one hand as the other swept up Kurt's side so the very tips of his fingers could brush through his hair, sweeping it off his forehead.] I'm going to grab a takeout menu, and you should probably determine the council's verdict. [Blaine teased, depositing Justice on Kurt's hip. He quickly stepped into the pants, tying the drawstring as he walked across the apartment to the kitchen to select a few take out menus from a variety of restaurants. After a brief trip to retrieve his phone he paused in front of the sofa, admiring the long lines of Kurt's body and the comforting domesticity of it all.] Where do you want me?

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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[Blaine bit back a default comment that would have highlighted his disbelief. He trusted Kurt, believed what he said, but actually internalizing the face that the other man found every part of him to be beautiful was another matter entirely.] Yes, it does. [He said simply, waiting for the familiar click of the camera. The sound didn't come as Kurt approached, and Blaine found himself looking down, his eyes once again tracing the lace that covered his hips and upper thighs. The Dom's words made him look up, his lips parting in a fond smile.] That's more than one look, because I love you all the time. [His expression shifted so he was looking at the Dom through his lashes, his lips curled in a shy smile before he became more serious, his gaze taking on more intensity and depth.]

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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[Moving through the apartment in nothing but his underwear felt strange, but he appreciated the weight of Kurt's gaze far too much to put his clothes on. The entire day felt so surreal - from the tense goodbyes with his family, to the airport delay, to meeting Justice, to rediscovering each other and shower I-love-you's - and now, to this. In only a few hours he'd gone from feeling uncomfortable in his own skin to absolutely accepted, and it was all because of the man behind him. The soft click of the camera caused him to turn in surprise, shifting so he was facing Kurt more fully.] But that's not my good side. [He pouted, setting the clothes down so he could then and face Kurt fully.] You don't want my back in it, do you? [His stance became more relaxed as he briskly ran his hands down his arms and sides, wanting to form some friction for the heat. He allowed on hand to linger, the other dropping to his side as he waited to see if Kurt was going to give him more direction.]

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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[When Blaine finally looked up Kurt was clothed, to his disappointment, but the Dom looked soft and rumpled in a way Blaine had come to appreciate in their time together. He reached out, catching his finger on a loose drape of the fabric of Kurt's shirt.] I feel a little exposed. [He said honestly, glancing up shyly. The compliments were almost overwhelming, simply because he knew that Kurt was telling the truth.] All right. [Blaine agreed softly, taking a step closer.] Where do you want me? [He asked, soaking in the warmth of Kurt's gaze. Smiling, he walked out of the bathroom, collecting his clothes in the crook of his elbow before he exited.] I don't think the bathroom is the best spot for a photo shoot

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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[Blaine finished drying quickly, the warmth returning to his skin once the cooling water was off. After carefully drying his curls he hung the towel up, accepting the soft clothes with a smile.] I'm not complaining about that. You're very soft when you're not prickly. [He said fondly, about to continue when he saw the final piece of fabric Kurt was holding. Blaine's face burned bright red when he recognized the pair of panties Kurt had draped across his pile of clothes.] I - um. You don't mind? [He asked softly, his eyes wide in surprise. There were few secrets between them - it was difficult to actually hide something since they'd lived together as friends and then as more, but it was unlike them to speak so plainly about it.] You know me too well. [He bundled the other clothes up and tucked them away, carefully stepping into the underwear. Blaine glanced at his reflection, noting his blush-bright cheeks and untamed hair, and quickly looked down. He studied the pattern and color of the lace, a smile playing over his lips as he ran a finger across the fabric covering his hip.

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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Never, [Kurt smiled, winding his arms around Blaine and teasingly nuzzling at his ear,] I’m your Cyndi Lauper. [For the moments following tucked chest to chest and silent save for the plunks of drops of water hitting the tile, Kurt kept his eyes open beside Blaine’s frizzying curls, letting his gaze wander aimlessly behind him. The sun had began a slow decent by then, glowing at its brightest through the blinds and lighting the bright patterns adorning the shower curtain with a vibrant fire, and Kurt felt with the steady heartbeat dancing against his own that this could really be the one most prominent moment that he’d look back on someday in the future. However that day would look, he just hoped it could feel the same way that this did. Kurt turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine’s temple, bringing one hand up to pet over his hair and push it out of his sub’s face as he slowly pulled back. Dragging the curtain open and shivering a little at the blast of cool air invading the room’s final pocket of warmth, Kurt stepped out onto the mat and draped a towel over Blaine’s shoulders, the fabric lengthy enough to dangle adorable halfway down his knees.]

[Laughing, Blaine brushed his lips against Kurt's shoulder, wanting to be connected even more even though they were twined together. It was strange to be pressed so close when they were slippery and cold. He could feel every ridge and dip of Kurt's body, and this embrace felt so much more intimate than usual.] I think you're grand. [He murmured, the words echoing around the cramped space. He smiled up at Kurt as they pulled away, soaking in the tender touches like a plant and the sun. Goosebumps broke out across his shoulder and neck as he followed Kurt out of the shower.] Thanks, honey. [Blaine said, immediately beginning to dry off in an attempt to warm up. Once his arms were dry he plucked a smaller towel off the rack and draped it over Kurt's head.] What did you bring me to wear? [He asked, not bothering to hide his excitement at the prospect of wearing Kurt's clothes or whatever he had picked out. As much as he valued his autonomy, every now and again getting to wear elements of his Dom's life around him like a suit of armor.]

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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[Kurt opened his eyes and watched through lowered lashes as Blaine sunk down, letting his hands slip away from his elbows as he worked his way through soap and steam. It was a different feeling from allowing himself to be touched in more intimate ways, and yet the two actions had something very personal in common. For having no better way to describe it, he felt dearly cared for, watched over with enough fervency to almost make it a bit too much to handle. Reaching over, Kurt cranked the the valves off and softly shook the water off his fingers before threading them through Blaine’s hair, travelling past dripping curls until he cupped Blaine’s chin and guided him to lift his head.] I’d like to hug you, [Kurt said, water dripping steadily from his hair and off his limbs with every slight pull of breath. Already, the heat of the steam had began to dissipate.]

[Despite their nudity and the rapidly cooling air, the pose felt entirely natural and was much more comfortable than Blaine would have ever expected.] Yeah? I can't say I'm opposed. [He murmured. A flash of something bordering on arousal sparked in his chest, but he didn't have the time to dwell on it. Blaine stood, placing a hand on Kurt's hip to help him balance. He flicked water off his eyebrows and eyelashes with his free hand, directing the droplets onto Kurt's chest.] I don't let me fall. [He warned, wrapping his arms around Kurt's torso. Blaine rested his head on the Dom's shoulder, holding him close as his skin grew cooler and cooler as the water dripped from his skin and hair.]

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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[With his straying thoughts travelling all those hours and miles back to his own hometown, Kurt easily followed Blaine’s guidance, holding a breath deep in his lungs and slowly exhaling as Blaine’s fingers sent flaring sparks all down his spine and down to his fingertips. His lashes twitched against the urge to open up his eyes and watch him while those sing-song words tumbled effortlessly out, but he refrained.] Maybe you could meet my family someday, [Kurt whispered, his voice mingling softly with the dying tail of Blaine’s. The city, their apartment, their classes, their love; These things had so dominantly taken over Kurt’s entire life that it was a strange feeling to remember how much more of him still existed that Blaine wasn’t a part of. To remedy that would be enormous, and though it was a step Kurt couldn’t confidently say he was reaching for yet, it was still a nice thought. Lowering his head with his eyes still shut to leave him unaware of all but the beat of the water and the weight of Blaine’s touch, Kurt lifted his hands and touched at his elbows, just for the sake of finding his own contact.]

I'd like that. [He smiled to himself as he rubbed circles onto Kurt's chest and shoulders with the washcloth, not wanting to move too suddenly and risk displacing Kurt's hands. In many ways, Kurt was still shrouded in mystery. Blaine knew the important things - his character, how much he's grown in the past year, how sweet and prickly he could be - but in the time they'd spent together he'd been able to glean very little about his home life. Blaine knew he was much more prone to sharing, to processing out loud, and he couldn't very well begrudge Kurt for working through his emotions in a different way. Still, this was without a doubt the most monumental shower of their relationship, with their previous exchange and now this taken into account. After adding a bit more soap to the cloth, Blaine moved lower, gently scrubbing Kurt's lower stomach and then down on leg, kneeling on the tile to have better access. Being on his knees was always deeply tied with submission, and he felt a clam gratification from the act alone as he moved the cloth down one leg, and then the other. Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's hip once the soap was washed away, wringing out the cloth once he was finished with it.]

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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"You Can Close Your Eyes" performed by James Taylor and Carly Simon in 1977.

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[He could kiss him forever… Yes, forever sounded decent. Maybe it was something to do with the water coming between them, but it took just a second to conclude that Blaine possibly had the softest mouth in the entire world and investigating the fact forever really wouldn’t be long enough, before Kurt pulled back to cough and sniff, and wipe the water out of his eyes. He squinted across at Blaine and smiled as he raised one arm, searching around the spray to adjust it again.] That’s my dad, [he said after a moment. He looked down to examine his nails and laughed to himself.] Really… Councilman Hummel.

[Once they broke apart Blaine finally managed to open the bottle of shampoo, squeezing a dollop onto his palm before putting the bottle back.] I didn't know that. [He said softly, rubbing his hands together briefly before reaching up to run his fingers through Kurt's hair, rubbing at his scalp gently. The soap perfumed the shower, filling it with a scent Blaine had always closely associated with Kurt. His deft fingers shifted to the back of the Dom's head, massaging at the muscles at the base of his skull, only removing his hands when the lather had built up too much.] Close your eyes. [He instructed, tilting the shower head so he could rinse out the soap.] You can close your eyes, it's all right. [He sang under his breath, focusing more on keeping the suds out of Kurt's eyes than the melody.] I don't know no love songs, and I can't sing the blues anymore. But I can sing this song - [He cut off suddenly, not wanting to continue with the melancholy words as he began to wash Kurt's chest.]

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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Kurt’s eyes flickered up and he smiled, tipping his own chin up with a sharp hum. Reaching up to shift the shower nozzle, he ran his hands down the front of Blaine’s chest, rubbing the soap around then away.] The council hears your vote, [he replied, and as his hands skimmed up to Blaine’s collar, Kurt stepped in closer and let his arms rest loosely around Blaine’s, wrists dangling and forearms propped lightly Blaine’s shoulders. He held his gaze for a moment, content and comfortable to feel the warm water drumming from Blaine’s body to his, then leaned in to press their lips in a firm kiss.]

[Exhaling softly, Blaine let his eyes close again, his head tipping back as Kurt rubbed his chest, the touch soothing and maddening at the same time.] And which way are you leaning, Councilman Hummel? [Blaine asked, rolling his head around as he blinked, pressing a kiss to Kurt's hand as his head passed by. He gazed back at Kurt, feeling warm and peaceful, happy to linger in the warmth from the shower and the man before him. Just when he was about to reach around Kurt to grab his shampoo he was suddenly being kissed, and in his surprise he let out a high whine, the sound echoing through the small space. The Dom's arms were settled comfortably on his shoulders, and his hands found Kurt's waist, his fingers dragging through the streams of water.]

[Blaine sat in the back of the cab, his leg bouncing nervously. His plane had come in later than expected, meaning that he'd had to wait an extra three hours before going home and more importantly, seeing Kurt again. His hands twisted nervously around his bag as he watched the city pass by, wanting to be in his and Kurt's cosy apartment and far away from the memories of his trip. Finally, the cab pulled up outside their building and he hopped out, eager to see his Dom again.]

[It probably hadn’t been all that long in hindsight, but there was something annoyingly strange about being so out of Blaine’s reach, and he could swear he could feel the hours parting them with every rattle of the air conditioning shifting on and off as the day dragged by. While lazing around the apartment had typically been coupled with the content feeling of being exactly where he belonged, without Blaine it was all just boring silence, just wasted time spent flicking through channels or the halted hand on Blaine’s door before he’d remember that he wasn’t there. A small miracle tuned Kurt in to a slamming door even in the tide of everyday noise, though, and he soon found himself slipping his fingers through the blinds to peer down the bricks of the building along the sides of the street, pausing once joy shot sharply from his heart to the hands that pushed the glass up to let in a gust of the warm summer air.] Hey, [he called down simply, and leaned on folded arms against the pane.]

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