The night after their performance at Nationals, Mr. Schuester let the Glee club members meander around New York City. It was a hot, muggy, July evening that made the air stand still. He urged them to stay in groups and avoid poorly-lit areas, but let them go their own ways. Although he wouldn't say it, everyone knew that he was off to visit Shelby and Beth on Long Island. Quinn and Puck came along, promising to send pictures as soon as they could. Santana, Lauren, and Brittany went shopping in Times Square. Rachel dragged Finn along to an off-Broadway play, managing to spend all her cash for the trip on their tickets. Mike and Tina were off to Chinatown to try and find the perfect knock-off designer clothes, along with Sam and Artie.
Blaine and Kurt, on the other hand, opted to stay inside the hotel.
There was a cute diner on the first floor where they ate dinner, and made their way upstairs. Once the elevator doors closed, Kurt pinned Blaine up against the wall of the cube, attacking his lips. The second that the double doors opened again, Kurt grabbed his hand and pulled Blaine down the hallway to his room.
By the time the room door clicked shut, the two were horizontal on the hotel bed, kissing and grasping at every bare piece of skin that they could. Blaine's shirt was off. Then Kurt's. A pair of pants. Shoes, socks, an undershirt. Then, they were in their boxers, just two thin pieces of cotton separating their bodies.
Blaine pulled away. "Kurt, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Absolutely." Kurt growled, pulling his boyfriend in closer.
"I mean really." Blaine murmured. "I've been reading up on people who have gone through what you've been through, and I know that it takes a while to be ready to take that next step."
Kurt sighed and rolled onto his back. "Are we really going to have this conversation right now?"
"If not now, when?" Blaine replied, grabbing hold of Kurt's hand.
"I've talked to my therapist about our relationship. About sex." Kurt stated.
"And what did she say?" Blaine asked.
"That if I feel comfortable, and I make sure that we're safe, I'm ready to go." Kurt smiled.
"Are you? Comfortable, I mean?" Blaine whispered.
Kurt sat up. "I didn't just drag you down the hallway for shits and giggles. I've been ready for weeks now. Just waiting for the right time. Of course, if you're not ready..."
Blaine bolted upright to match his boyfriend's eye level. "I have literally never been more ready for anything in my life. Seriously. All those performances were freaking amateur night compared to the level of preparedness I feel right now."
Kurt laughed. "Well, what are we waiting for?"
Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but Kurt silenced him with a kiss.
"I swear," Kurt cooed into Blaine's lips, "if you say one more word that isn't 'fuck' or 'me,' I will walk right out of this room right now."
Kurt awoke the next morning to a call from Rachel.
"We got second place!" She screeched so loudly that it echoed in the room.
"What time is it, Rach?" Kurt grumbled.
"8 AM. That's not important, though. We're the second-best Glee club in the country! The country, Kurt! I have to tell everyone!" Without even a goodbye, she hung up. Kurt flopped back onto his pillow, hitting something with his elbow on the way down.
"Ow." Blaine moaned, grabbing his nose. "You hit me."
"Sorry." Kurt replied, turning so that he was nose-to-nose with his boyfriend. "Did you sleep well?"
"Absolutely." Blaine smiled. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Kurt snuggled in closer.