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So he lets Blaine kiss him, and kiss him ferociously because god, it feels good to be wanted, especially by this guy who looks hot even in his green lantern, dorky-as-fuck boxer briefs.  

Blaine scrapes his teeth across Kurt’s bottom lip and pulls at it, just gently, making Kurt groan and move his hands until they find purchase on Blaine’s waist.

Blaine’s kisses  move down Kurt’s neck until he reaches his collarbone and sucks fervently. Kurt’s hands contract and squeeze at Blaine’s curls, and he lets out a moan that can just be heard through his clenched teeth. Suddenly, the sucking sensation is gone and Blaine’s face pops up at Kurt’s eye-level.

“I forgot to ask if I can make a mark?”

“What?” Kurt asks, thrown off-kilter from the sudden loss of Blaine’s mouth on his bare skin.

“Is it okay if I mark you?”

When Kurt still looks at him, confused, Blaine feels the need to elaborate, “Like a hickey? Is that—like, do you understand--?”

“Oh, yah, right. Yes, yah, as long as it can be covered by a scarf,” Kurt says, breathless.

“Awesome,” Blaine says, a ridiculous grin on his face. He kisses Kurt’s open mouth for a few seconds, before moving back to the spot on his collarbone that is already tinged deep red. Kurt moans at the vigorous sucking, and bites his lip to cut it off. He didn’t quite realize how difficult it would be to stay silent when a fucking Adonis was devouring his neck. Blaine starts to lick gently over the newly anointed hickey, and Kurt’s head presses back into the pillow, as his hands run from Blaine’s curls down to his shoulders, where they rub and feel at the hot, slick skin.

Blaine mouth moves down, again, to Kurt’s sternum, and he licks in between the younger boy’s pecks. Kurt relaxes at the feel of the gentle tongue against his chest, and lets out a sigh.

He startles, though, when that wet heat is suddenly over his left nipple, and his hips shoot off the bed involuntarily, knocking into Blaine’s body where’s it’s resting over him.

“That’s a good sign,” Blaine chuckles before moving his mouth back to Kurt’s raised nipple, using his hand to rub gently over the other.

Kurt moves his fist up to his mouth, to stop himself from making too much noise, and when Blaine looks up and notices this, he detaches his mouth from Kurt’s nipple, and readjusts so he’s straddling Kurt and sitting on his stomach, both hands rubbing at his nipples. He bends down, so that he’s close to Kurt’s ear when he says, “I can’t wait to have you alone, really alone, when you can make all the fucking noise you want.”

Kurt whimpers and bites down on his fist. Blaine’s fingers are picking up speed in the circles they’re making over Kurt’s nipples, causing the younger boy to create a rhythm of thrusting his hips without realizing. Blaine smirks, and knocks Kurt’s fist out of the way with his nose, so that he can take Kurt’s mouth with his own.

Blaine pinches Kurt’s nipples and smiles into the kiss as he feels the vibrations from Kurt’s mouth in his own. He’s just readjusting himself backwards so that his dick is in line with Kurt’s own, when—

I’m beautiful in my way cause God makes no mistakes I’m on the right track baby I was born this way

“Fuck,” Kurt groans, as Blaine stops his ministrations. Blaine’s swinging one foot over Kurt’s body as if to move off him, but Kurt grabs his hips in protest. “Don’t! Just…ignore it.”

Blaine smiles and lowers himself back down so that his brief-clad ass is over Kurt’s clothed (yet still noticeably hard) dick. He shivers, and twists a bit, causing Kurt to groan and his head to fall back into the pillow. Blaine’s hands find purchase on Kurt’s chest, again, but this time they trail up and down his entire torso, teasing at the goosebump-ridden skin.

“What do you want?” Blaine asks.

“You.”

Blaine grins, and his fingers keep moving lightly against Kurt’s chest.

“Which means?”

“Um, well what we’re doing right now isn’t bad, I’ve got to say.”

Blaine chuckles and stills his hands so that they’re resting low on Kurt’s stomach.

“I can feel that.”

Kurt blushes and averts his gaze over Blaine’s head to the ceiling.

“Not a bad thing, Kurt.” Blaine says, reaching over to grab Kurt’s hand. He interlaces their fingers brings them to rest together on Kurt’s chest, before moving them slowly down, together, until Blaine brings them to rest over his own dick.

Kurt looks down, a bit startled, and his cheeks flush even more. His hand contracts, involuntarily, and Blaine thrusts into his hand.

“Is this okay?” Blaine asks.

Kurt clears his throat and nods, making an affirming noise. He doesn’t move his hand, just lets it rest there, over Blaine’s (oh my god that’s his real big actual) dick. Blaine gently, reverently strokes over Kurt’s hand where it is resting. Kurt, in response, begins to move his fingers slowly, exploring the feeling of Blaine’s clothed cock. He runs the tips of his fingers up and down the shaft a few times, and Blaine tips his head back.

“Just like that, sweetie, it feels so good.”

Kurt flushes at the praise and uses his whole hand, to rub Blaine dick slowly. Blaine’s thrusting into his hand, and Kurt props himself up on one elbow, his hand moving down further, until he can feel Blaine’s balls. He squeezes, and Blaine lets out a moan—

Knock Knock

They both startle at the interruption, Kurt moving to throw Blaine off as Blaine scrambles to get to the door.

“Blaine?”

And, oh shit, that’s Rachel’s voice coming from the other side of the door, which doesn’t mean anything good for either of them.

Blaine turns back to Kurt, a frantic look on his face, as Kurt tries his best to find his pants in the pile of their clothes.

“Blaine, I heard you, answer the door please.”

Kurt throws Blaine’s pajama pants at him so that he can pull them on quickly. They’re both looking for their shirts when the door opens and Rachel walks in, clearly in the middle of a speech.

“—I’m really worried because Kurt’s not here and his phones not here but his stuff is and I—oh.”

Blaine has given up on getting a shirt on and Kurt’s is halfway over his head, and there’s really no way of explaining their way out of this. Rachel is frozen and Kurt and Blaine don’t know whether to move or to hide.

“Okay. So I found Kurt,” she says, no hint of humor in her tone.

“Great, well send him over when your done with him, will you?” She grits through her teeth before storming out and slamming Blaine’s door.

“Well that could’ve gone worse,” Blaine says, eyes wide, but a hint of a smile forming across his face.

“You’re not the one who has to go back to her room now!” Kurt says, pulling the rest of his under shirt over his head.

“Aw, are you afraid of my sister?” Blaine coos, wrapping his arms around Kurt. “I’ll protect you. You can sleep in my bed tonight,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No! He can’t!” Rachel yells, through the wall.

Blaine feels a tug at the back of his neck as Kurt pulls him to look up. As soon as his head falls into its natural upright position, his eyes find Kurt’s own, sparkling with happiness and filled with dominance. Kurt’s never been one to disallow eye contact, if anything he encourages it, so Blaine allows his eyes to stay comfortably fixed on Kurt. 

The taps have stopped, and before Blaine notices, he feels the jerk of Kurt’s foot gently but determinatively poking at the inside of Blaine’s upper thighs, non-verbally requesting that he open them further. Blaine complies, of course he does, spreading his knees until he can start to feel the faint ache in his hips. Kurt’s foot moves further so that it’s snug under Blaine’s ass where it was resting against his heels. Kurt’s ankle is just barely brushing the outline of Blaine’s cock where it’s straining against his briefs. It’s enough, though, to make Blaine let out a soft whimper, and throw his head back in concentration, trying hard not to move his hips at all. 

“Eyes.”

 Blaine is quick to correct himself, bringing his head back so that he can maintain eye contact. 

“Sorry, Sir.”

“Mhm.”

Kurt’s foot isn’t moving with purpose, but as he adjusts it, the resulting feelings shooting up Blaine’s cock are strong, and this time he’s able to restrain himself, keeping his body still and quiet. 

“Oh, good boy. I saw how hard that was for you, yeah.” Kurt says, massaging at the back of Blaine’s neck as a small reward. Just as that starts, though, so does the movement of Kurt’s foot, slowly and gently moving itself back and forth across Blaine’s ball sack. 

“Yes, baby, that’s good,” Kurt says, praising Blaine for keeping still despite his clear struggle. 

Blaine whimpers again, despite biting his lip, and Kurt stops his movements, bringing his hand around to Blaine’s face and drawing the lip out of mouth with his thumb. 

“No, baby, I want to hear you.”Blaine nods and whimpers again, nuzzling into Kurt’s hand. “Oh, yes, I know you want to be heard. You’re a good boy. It’s all good, baby, whimper all you want.” 

Kurt resumes the movement of his foot, starting with the tip of his boot rubbing against Blaine’s asshole, up over his ball sack, before tracing up to the outline of the tip of his cock, before repeating the action again, painstakingly slowly. 

“You’re doing such a good job, baby boy. Controlling yourself like that. Not humping my leg like I know you want to.” Kurt chuckles and Blaine blushes deep red. 

Then, suddenly, Kurt’s no longer rubbing gently along his cock, but lifting his leg so that he’s putting much more pressure on Blaine’s cock and balls, Blaine’s gravity only working to provide more pressure. Blaine gasps and struggles to find purchase for his hands on the couch, bracketing Kurt’s hips. 

“Oh, no no, sweetie, what are we going to do with these,” Kurt says, still maintaining pressure with his foot while picking Blaine’s hands up with his own, as if studying them intently. 

“We can’t have them moving freely. It seems like you can’t control yourself, can you, baby boy?”

Blaine doesn’t have it in him to respond, too focused on the stimulating movements of Kurt’s foot. He’s trying so hard not to just collapse and hump Kurt’s boot until he comes. It, honestly, wouldn’t take but a few seconds. 

Kurt clucks his tongue and removes his boot completely, relaxing back into the couch. Blaine whines and inclines himself, almost imperceptibly, towards Kurt, though not far enough to earn a reprimand. 

“Turn around.”

Blaine does so, shuffling on his knees, until his back is towards Kurt. He feels Kurt latching his cuffs together, so that his arms are held tightly behind him, shoulders pulled back. 

“Much better,” Kurt says, running his hands over Blaine’s back where his wrists lay. 

“You may turn back around now.”

Blaine, once again, shuffles on his knees until he’s back in position. 

Kurt’s foot resumes its position, running up and down Blaine’s thighs and across his bulge. 

Blaine whimpers and pulls at the restraints out of reflex. 

Kurt clucks his tongue, and pushes down harder, the toe of his boot digging into Blaine’s balls. 

He’s dumb and now he’s paying for in the form of severe abdominal cramps, nausea, and what he’s guessing will soon be some major vomiting. He swallows his pills and grabs a banana, hoping it will settle his stomach, and trudges back to his bed where hopefully he’ll fall into a somewhat restful sleep for the few remaining hours of nighttime. That is, until he sees Kurt awake and well…awake.

“Hey,” Kurt says, smirking at Blaine where Blaine is staring at Kurt’s hand leisurely stroking along his cock.

  “Hey?”

  “I woke up and you weren’t here,” Kurt pouts. He releases his cock and crawls forward onto his hands and knees, towards where Blaine is standing at the foot of the bed. “Up for a late night rendezvous?”

  Blaine laughs, almost too hard, and is quickly reminded of his discomfort. Kurt must catch the wince because the sexy minx act is over in seconds and protective fiance has taken its place.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He stands up so he’s level with Blaine, eyes searching his body, eventually landing on the hand that’s gently massaging Blaine’s naked stomach.

  “You’re sick.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Blaine.”

  “It’s just reflux. I think I’ll be fine if I just sleep it off.”

  Kurt frowns, but steps back and leads Blaine to the bed, setting him down gently and reaching down to readjust the blankets.

  “Are you sure you don’t need me to get anything, sweetie?” Kurt asks, hand carding through Blaine’s curls.

  “Positive,” Blaine manages a smile. “Cuddle?”

  “Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

  Kurt gently wraps his arms around Blaine’s waist, and pulls himself closer so that his entire body is plastered to Blaine’s side. Blaine readjusts his his legs and turns over slightly, suddenly feeling Kurt’s still half-hard cock against his hip. He looks down to where his and Kurt’s bodies meet, and once Kurt realizes what Blaine’s staring at, he blushes.

  “Sorry.”

  “No, no it’s my fault. I should’ve…” Blaine gestures between himself and Kurt’s dick.

  “Shh it’s fine,” Kurt says, kissing Blaine’s temple, “Just go to sleep. I know you don’t feel well.”

  “I’ll make it up to you?” Blaine says through a yawn, eyes unable to stay open for more than a few seconds.

  “Mhmm, sure you will, sweetheart.”

  Blaine’s asleep but he’s not breathing as deeply as usual, his chest moving more erratically; not enough to be troublesome, but certainly enough for Kurt to notice. He slides his hand up from Blaine’s waist to his chest, gently feeling over his rib cage, hand moving along with Blaine’s breaths. He closes his eyes, but knows he won’t fall asleep, never does when Blaine has his particularly bad days.

  He waits for Blaine’s breathing to even out a bit more, then kisses the back of his shoulder, and quietly pushes himself out of their bed.

  Blaine gets very picky when he’s sick, barely eats, too worried that it will be too much for his body. Kurt always tries, though, as much as Blaine tells him he doesn’t need anything. Recently, Kurt’s thing has become trying out different chicken soup recipes from the plethora of cookbooks he had splurged on when Blaine had been diagnosed. He’ll admit that he does have a...fascination with chicken soup, in its inherent ability to use simplicity to act complexly, an almost magical way of creating waves of feelings of nostalgia and safety to help with the more...complex.

  His mother was also a big fan, especially in her last few months, so he’s sure that must have something to do with it.

  He grabs a pan from the cabinet and turns on the stove, relaxing immediately. He prepares everything almost on a secondary level of consciousness, present and active, yet not. Once all the ingredients are cooking, he allows himself to lean against the counter for a moment and rolls out the crick in his neck. He feels himself starting to drift, and is only pulled out of his stupor by two strong hands circling his waist.

  He turns around and blinks his eyes blearily.

  “What are you doing up?”

  “I could say the same to you,” Blaine says, voice raspier than when he had fallen asleep.

  “I couldn’t sleep. I made chicken soup.”

  Blaine smiles and nuzzles his nose into the base of Kurt’s neck, resting there for a moment before softly kissing the pale skin and turning his head so he’s looking up at his fiance.

  “For me?”

He’s surfacing into consciousness again when he feels the bed shift underneath him. His body too lethargic to turn over, brain too slow to process why someone would be in his bed, it’s only when he feels a pair of bare arms tighten around his waist and a lithe body come to rest behind his own that he smiles to himself, knowing exactly who it is. He grunts out acknowledgement, causing Kurt to sputter out a laugh against his neck, before burrowing his nose into the crook there. Blaine drifts off again, finally warm.

  The third time he wakes up, he’s feeling noticeably less exhausted yet similarly unmotivated to move from his position. It may have something to do with the boy snuggled up behind him, bare chest pressed to Blaine’s sweaty back, and crotch conveniently snug against his ass. Blaine takes a deep breath and feels Kurt’s arms move along with his chest, letting out a soft sigh.

  “You’re up.”

  Blaine turns around. “Yeah, and so are you.”

  Kurt smiles and readjusts his arms to their new position, so that they’re now pressing gently against the dip of Blaine’s lower back.

  “When’d you get here?” Blaine asks through a yawn.

  Kurt lifts his arm so he can read his watch, before returning to its spot on Blaine’s back. .  “An hour and a half ago.”

  “I shouldn’t be sleeping this long,” Blaine whines, turning onto his back and staring at the ceiling. “I’ll never be able to fall asleep tonight.”

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Kurt says, hoisting himself up and straddling Blaine.

  “Well, I have an 8 AM tomorrow.”

  Kurt rolls his eyes and begins to rub Blaine’s chest gently. “There are other fun things that can be done at night, Blaine.”

  “Mhmm?”

  “Yep, fun adult things.”

  Blaine’s hands find purchase on Kurt’s hips and his thumbs rub at the joints there.

  “Good thing we’re both adults then, yeah?”

  Kurt nods and stops rubbing at Blaine’s chest, instead sweeping his thumb over his right nipple, surprising Blaine and making the boy shudder.

  “Okay, but can we move to your room now because I really don’t want to walk through the halls with a boner.”

  Kurt stills his hands and sits up. “Move?”

  “Yeah…I mean, aren’t we staying in your room tonight?”

  “We’re already here, Blaine.”

   “I know, but its…” Blaine huffs and sits up, grabbing his phone out from under his pillow, “6:30. Beau will be back in like fifteen minutes.”

  “I thought Beau left early for the weekend?”

  Blaine looks confused for a moment before recognition sparks on his face. “Oh! No, that’s next weekend.”

  Kurt groans and falls back onto the bed. “Nate is having his girlfriend over tonight and I said it’d be fine cause I was staying here.”

  “So you’re room is not free?” Blaine asks, pouting.

  “No, Blaine, unless we’re looking for an orgy with a straight couple, my room is definitely not free.”

  Blaine frowns and lies on top of Kurt, head falling to his chest.

  “This sucks. I hate roommates.”

  Kurt chuckles and his hand comes up to Blaine’s hair, scratching through his curls. They lie there for a few of the remaining precious minutes they have left alone, before Kurt’s hand stills in Blaine’s hair.

  “I have an idea! We could wait until Beau is asleep, and then we just have sex super quietly.”

  Blaine squawks indignantly and sits up. “What?”

  “It’s not that weird.”

  “It’s super weird, actually.”

  Blaine can’t be blamed, however, when he wakes up at two in the morning to Kurt hard against his ass, and silently turns over and gets him off, the both of them too focused on staying quiet to do anything other than look at each other. When Kurt comes, and it doesn’t take much—they may have discovered a new kink—Blaine can’t stop himself from laughing at the absurdity. He stops laughing, though, when Kurt gets under the covers to reciprocate.

Blaine, clad only in tight red boxer briefs, is prancing around the living room, Swiffer in hand.

  My baby takes the morning train,

  He works from nine ‘til five and then

  Blaine rhythmically switches the handle of the Swiffer in between his hands, kick ball changing before bringing it to his mouth to mimic a microphone.

  Kurt struggles to keep a giggle from surfacing, and leans back further into the doorway to make sure he can’t be seen easily.

  He takes another home again

  To find me waiting for him

  Kurt can’t resist the temptation any longer, and tip toes back into their room to grab his phone, returning to the doorway and starting to record.

  His fiancé puts the handle between his legs and sings into it, walking forward until it can’t reach any longer, throwing it up and then catching it smoothly in his other hand. He starts moving his hips, which would look incredibly sinful if it weren’t for Blaine’s inescapably adorable and child-like disposition.

  He moves his shoulders to the beat, and then steps and pivots, eyes rising from where they were focused on the ground…

  “Kurt!” Blaine yelps, dropping the Swiffer to the ground with a loud clack.

  Kurt finally lets himself laugh audibly, and presses the red button on his screen to stop the recording.

  “Hey.”

  “Kurrrt,” Blaine whines, making grabby hands at Kurt’s phone.

  “No, no, mister, this was adorable. I’m keeping this forever.”

  “I thought you were asleep,” is all Blaine can come up with in explanation.

  “I was. Thank you for cleaning,” Kurt says, gesturing to the room, which, the night before, had been covered in red solo cups, empty bags of chips, and Halloween decoration falling off the walls.

  “Of course.” Blaine blushes.

  It’s silent for a few moments before Blaine picks up the Swiffer from the ground and leans it against the wall. “You’re not gonna, like, post that on Facebook or anything, right?”

  “Facebook? Of course not, Blaine, if you don’t want me to post it on Facebook, I won’t post it on Facebook. But I think everyone should appreciate your dance moves.” Of course, Blaine’s said nothing about Youtube.

  “Kurrrrt.”

  “Fine, fine, if that’s what you want,” Kurt says, walking so that he’s close enough to Blaine to pull him into a hug, “Good morning, by the way.”

  “M’ning.”

  Blaine’s nose finds its resting place in the corner of Kurt’s neck and right shoulder, and the younger boy squeezes tightly before relaxing into the embrace.

  “I thought you’d be sleepy and hungover until at least this afternoon.”

  Kurt chuckles, and rubs up and down Blaine’s naked back. “What can I say? That was quite the wake up call.”

  Blaine pulls back from the hug and slaps Kurt’s arm, huffing in mock annoyance, and walking towards the kitchen. Kurt scampers right along with him, and grabs both of his ass cheeks, pushing him up against the island.

Soon enough he’s in the locker room, stripping himself of his layers, until he’s just in his striped speedo. He bends over to grab his cap and goggles out of his backpack when he feels a body snuggle up behind him, just barely touching.

  “Nice ass.”

  Blaine rolls his eyes and stands up, “Nice class.”

  He hears some of the guys “ooh” and chuckle in the background and he’s happy to wipe the smirk off of Kurt’s face, at least momentarily. He doesn’t think the guys know about his and Kurt’s history. God, he hopes not. He doesn’t ever want to relive that embarrassment again.

  When Blaine says history, he of course simply means one night when Kurt drunkenly gave him a blowjob—the first blowjob of his life, mind you—and then passed out before Blaine could reciprocate. Not the most romantic way to have his first real sexual experience, but he doesn’t regret it. Well, except for the fact that it has seemed to have put a chip on Kurt’s shoulder. He’s never met anyone as arrogant and glib as Kurt post-sleeping together. If you can even call it that.

  “I see the cold got to you,” Kurt says, nodding down towards Blaine’s crotch. It’s always something.

  Blaine can’t help the flush that comes to his cheeks, though he’s gotten better at ignoring Kurt’s antics.

  “Only way I can fit into this thing.” He’s trying, he really is, but it’s not naturally in him to be crude, and lately, most of Kurt’s comments have been met with silence. He’s had enough of it today, though, and turns abruptly, without giving Kurt the benefit of glance and stalks into the showers.

  Kurt backs up, surrendering, and Blaine figures he’s shut him up for now. As he’s walking away, he tries desperately not to focus on the colorful scrap of a bathing suit Kurt’s wearing, turning away before anyone can notice the red that rises to his cheeks. Old habits die hard.

  Later, when Kurt’s pushed himself into sharing a lane with Blaine and two other girls, and they’re taking a breather in between drills, he asks, “What’re you doing this weekend?”

  Blaine, confused, turns around to look at Kurt. Maybe he’s kidding.

  “Um…”

  “Because the water polo team is having a party and a few of us were going to pregame at mine.”

  “Okay—“

  “And you should come.”

  Before Blaine can even think of an answer, he hears their coach screaming to start another 300.

  Twelve laps later, Blaine is forced to move down two lanes with the other IMers and distance swimmers, and doesn’t see Kurt again for the rest of practice.

  Blaine always likes to take his time after practice, doing ab exercises with some of his teammates, and making conversation with the coaches. Most of the guys have cleared out of the locker room before Blaine’s finally taken his place in the shower, shampoo bottle in his hand acting as a microphone. He’s just barely singing Roar by Katy Perry, loud enough, though, that he doesn’t hear the footsteps coming towards his shower stall.

  “Hey.”

  Blaine startles at hearing Kurt’s voice and drops the shampoo bottle, making a much louder noise than it should.

  “Um, hi?”

  Kurt smiles, and Blaine’s trying so hard simultaneously to not seem self-conscious about being totally naked and to resist staring at Kurt’s pale chest completely exposed above his green towel that his smile is more of a grimace.

  And of course Kurt catches on.

  “Babe, you don’t have to be self-conscious. I’ve seen plenty of cocks before—“

  Blaine coughs, and his body brightens, chest to cheeks.

  “—Including yours.”

  “Please don’t call me that,” Blaine says, turning around and going to pick his shampoo bottle off the floor.

  “Call you what?” Kurt says, only half paying attention to Blaine’s words. The other half of his brain is currently occupied in staring at Blaine’s ass.

  “Babe.”

  “Did you think about what I said?”

  “The party?”

  “Yeah.”

  Blaine squirts some conditioner in his hair and resolves himself to finishing his shower with Kurt staring at him.

  “Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?”

  Kurt’s face scrunches. “How do you mean?”

  Blaine rolls his eyes and tips his head back, washing the conditioner out of his hair.

  Suddenly, he feels himself being pushed back against the back wall of the shower stall, Kurt’s gripping his waist.

  Blaine’s brain isn’t exactly working at the moment and instead of saying “hey fuck off, get off me” or “yes, please, you’re so beautiful”, it, instead, supplies:

  “You’re, um, gonna get wet.”

  Kurt smirks. “Well, I never have been afraid of water.”

  Blaine holds back in expectation, waiting for Kurt to lean forward. He’s not sure whether he wants it or not, but the waiting is killing him. Kurt doesn’t move though; just keeps his grip on Blaine’s hips and looks. No less than ten seconds later, Blaine can feel him start to get hard—he can’t help himself, in such close proximity to this beautiful, toned, pale god amongst men—and needs to find a way to get out without Kurt noticing. He knows he won’t live it down.

  “Um, Kurt—“

  “I’m sorry.”

  That; that he wasn’t expecting.

  “You’re sorry?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay.”

  And there it is again; the silence. The staring. Blaine’s not quite comfortable but he can’t find it within himself to look away.

  “I’m sorry that I’m an asshole.”

  “Okay.”

  Blaine stares at Kurt for a few moments, determining how genuine the statement is.

  “Change of heart?”  

  Kurt shakes his head minutely and looks up to the ceiling. “No, it’s not—I’m not trying to be an asshole. Well…no. I’m just joking most of the time, you know that, right?”

  “Um, yeah.” Blaine didn’t, but he doesn’t want Kurt to feel worse.

  “I just, I thought that those things might’ve made you upset today and—“

  “Kurt, it’s fine—“

  “And, and I didn’t want that—“ He’s rambling now, and Blaine can’t help his incredibly empathetic nature.

  “Kurt, Kurt, it’s really okay—“

  “I like you.” 

  “Oh.”

  Blaine realizes he’s completely forgotten about the warm water still falling around his and Kurt’s bodies, but can’t seem to make his body move to turn it off.

  “You like me, like you liked having sex with me?”

  Kurt immediately looks confused. “No. We didn’t have sex.”

  “Yes we did.”

  “When?”

  Blaine huffs but catches himself before he stomps like a toddler. “At Toby’s party in October.”

  Kurt sticks his tongue out and rests it on his bottom lip, eyes fluttering to the ceiling, before he’s hit by the memory.

  “Oh, that?” He says, almost sheepishly. “That wasn’t really…sex, though.”

  When he sees Blaine bite his lip and try to move out of his grip, though, he realize he’s said the wrong thing. Blaine shakes his hips a bit to deter Kurt’s hands, but Kurt holds his ground.

  “Hey, this was part of me being the asshole remember. The thing I’m in the middle of apologizing for?”

  Blaine rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless.

  “Another thing to add to the checklist.”

  Kurt even laughs at that. Blaine’s relaxed again, up against the wall.

  “You were saying…”

  “Oh, yeah.” Kurt teases, fingers tickling up Blaine’s sides. “I like you.”

  And it’s that; that moment of vulnerability once Kurt finally says it, that makes Blaine lean in and kiss him. A few minutes later, once they’re comfortably familiar with the taste of each other’s lips, Blaine wiggles out of Kurt’s grip and grabs his shampoo and conditioner off the ground, quickly making his way around Kurt.

  “So this means you like me, too, right?”

Blaine rolls his eyes and makes a huff, but returns to the couch. Kurt is sprawled across it, making no move to create space for Blaine. “And where do I fit into this cuddle session?”

“The floor?”

Blaine pouts. “I picked the right movie though, didn’t I?”

“That is true,” Kurt says, pursing his lips as if in deep thought. “I guess I could make room.” He lifts his feet up, so that Blaine can slide just under them and saddle up behind Kurt, arms locking around his waist.

“Mmm, much better.”

Kurt smiles and crooks his neck back so that his head is resting on Blaine's shoulder and kisses his cheek softly. lingering there, for just a moment.

“I love you.”

  Blaine smirks and reciprocates with two chaste kisses to Kurt’s eyelids, then one to his nose, and yet another, lingering one to his lips.

  “I love you too.”

  They share another kiss and Kurt adjusts himself in Blaine's hold.

  “God, this is fantastic.” Blaine laughs, tightening his hold around Kurt's waist and nuzzling into his neck. “If this comes with being an adult, I'm totally okay with all the other crappy things.”

  “Well good, because I'd like to think I'm worth it.”