Skin On Skin

Chapter 11

Kurt stepped out of the bathroom. Blaine had allowed him twenty minutes to shower, dress and make himself presentable while he did some last minute preparations for their date. Kurt rubbed his hands over his clothes anxiously wondering just how he was expected to look his best in such a short amount of time. The last time he had gotten ready to meet Blaine it had taken him over two hours. In fact, it usually would take him longer than twenty minutes just to have a shower. He rubbed his tongue over his teeth and looked around his apartment wondering where Blaine had gotten to.

'Shit!' Kurt spun on his heels and dove back into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He couldn't believe, of all things, he had forgotten to do that.

Blaine closed his eyes into the setting sun, the warmth of its rays soothing the unusual feeling that had developed in his stomach. He shoved his hands into his pockets and took a deep breath, relaxing as the warm breeze that danced around on the roof top also helped to settle his…nerves. Nerves!? He was nervous?The mere thought was incredulous! Blaine Anderson, the man who could chat up any living, breathing male in the pursuit of sex, was nervous about a date?!

Blaine opened his eyes and spun in a circle as if he was afraid that someone would be able to sense his distress and discover how he was truly feeling. The unsettled butterflies stirred even more within him. He didn't like this feeling, didn't like that he was suddenly feeling out of control. He sought frantically for his bad boy persona to come forth and to help him out, but his wild side continued to hide. His fear of putting himself out there and making himself really available to another person was the most frightening thing Blaine had ever had to face, even though he had been dreaming of this moment ever since he had met Kurt.

Blaine shook his head in disbelief. He still couldn't believe that the past forty eight hours had happened. There in Las Vegas he had gone from the lowest of lows, to here, on a rooftop waiting to take the most wonderful man he had ever met out to dinner. He had a chance to be happy, and there was nothing more in the world that he would want than to make Kurt happy as well. Blaine couldn't deny it anymore. He was at a turning point in his life. He had to do good by Kurt tonight.

He fiddled with the watch he was wearing and gazed around considering his preparations for the evening one last time. The twenty minutes he had given Kurt was nearly up. There was nothing else he could do now. He was out of time. Hopefully, it would be enough for Kurt.

Blaine took a deep breath, gave the setting sun one last glance and turned to the door that led back down into the building.

It was time to change his life.

The second time Kurt stepped into the lounge room Blaine was waiting for him leaning against the back of the sofa, arms folded patiently over his chest. They stood silently, equaling admiring the view. Blaine was still in his black jeans and black shirt, while Kurt had coifed his hair, and was standing in the tightest pair of trousers that he owned. He had picked them out on purpose more than aware of the effect that they had on his already perky butt.

Blaine smiled, "You look amazing."

Kurt rubbed his hands over his waistcoat. "Thanks, it was a bit of a rush but…"

"No, you look fantastic." Blaine approached and his voice dropped, "And very, very sexy."

Kurt couldn't breathe, but then, his eyes swept up to the top of Blaine's head.

"Your hair!" he exclaimed. For once Blaine hadn't let his curls fly free, and surprisingly, as much as Kurt loved those curls, Blaine's gelled hair was refreshingly cute. 'Yes,' Kurt smiled to himself, 'very debonair'.

"I thought I'd try something different," Blaine told him gliding his fingers over his slicked down spirals but gentle enough not to disturb the new style that he had created. Blaine took another step closer so that he was only two feet away from Kurt. "Do you trust me?" he asked softly.