#alaskamary

"How the hell is that going to fit me?" Kurt asked, glaring.

"I'm not that small," Blaine answered indignantly. Kurt muttered something indistinctly, a smirk turning up the corner of his mouth. "What?"

"Nothing," he trilled. "But there's no way, Blaine, I'm not putting that on right now."

"Please?" Blaine mustered up his best adorable-begging-puppy face and looked into Kurt's eyes. He could practically see the resolve melting away.

"Fine," Kurt huffed, snatching the uniform out of Blaine's hands.

A few moments later, Kurt had stalked out of Blaine's room to the bathroom to change, because "Your parents are right downstairs, and you and I both know there would be no clothes actually being put on if I stayed."

Blaine sat on his bed, gazing up at the ceiling. He was more excited than he wanted to admit. Finally, he heard footsteps coming down the hall towards his room.

"Okay, I got to fit somehow, but it's a little-" Kurt stopped just inside the door. "Blaine?"

Blaine was staring, eyes wide and lips parted slightly. The uniform did fit, but it was sinfully, deliciously tight. His eyes wandered over Kurt's thighs, where the fabric hugged the skin, back to where it gripped his ass, nearly caressing the smooth curve.

He shifted his gaze upward. The shirt clung to Kurt's shoulders, the sleeves stretching over his biceps. It molded to his chest, his nipples just barely defined, but obvious. The fabric outlined his flat stomach, and the hem just reached the waistband of his pants, though there was a tiny strip of pale skin visible.

Kurt had clearly noticed Blaine's heated scrutiny, if the growing bulge stretching the fabric even tighter was any indication. Blaine finally looked back into Kurt's eyes and found them a stormy grey-blue - a color he had come to associate with heat and passion and so much more.

Blaine couldn't take any more. He got off the bed and gripped Kurt's hips, digging his fingers under the elastic waistband and, oh, Kurt didn't have anything on underneath.

"Should have known this was the real reason you wanted me in this outfit," Kurt hummed, his breath tickling Blaine's ear in the best and worst way.

Blaine started nipping and sucking at Kurt's neck, pausing just long enough to mutter, "No, but you're kind of really fucking hot right now, you can't blame me for having no self-control."

"Believe me, I have, oh, no objections."