Kurt and Blaine have been best friends since high school, but nothing more. Never more than just friends. They went to New York together after graduation, shared a dorm room for over three years and although both of them have their own apartments now, they still hang around pretty much every day of the week. Especially on Fridays when the hard week of working is coming to its close and they can finally let loose of everything that happened during the past few days. And this Friday wasn’t different from any other Fridays they shared before. They went out with some friends, ate way too much food and got a little tipsy. Blaine a little more than Kurt but that was kind of how it always was.

They stumbled into Kurt’s apartment – always Kurt’s because Blaine kind of lived at the end of the world – and Blaine was making a whole lot of noise, as usual. “Shh!” But Blaine only giggled like a ten-year-old school girl, holding his finger up to his lips and mimicking Kurt’s useless tries to shut him up. It never worked. Blaine would always be the one screaming and yelling and of course singing loudly through the hallway so everyone could hear him and everyone knew he would spend the night. Again.

“Blaine, you really need to shut the fuck up!”

He was staring at Kurt like a lost puppy, his big eyes getting wider and wider and only blinking every now and then. “You used a bad word.” It was more a realization than anything else and when Kurt only rolled his eyes up into the back of his head, Blaine started to chuckle again, holding onto Kurt’s body as the slender man tried to maneuver his best friend out of the hallways and into the apartment. Blaine stumbled over his own humongous feed, sending Kurt flying against the shoe cabinet, a painful “Uff” leaving his lungs as his back crashed right into the furniture, probably leaving marks.

“Sorry.” Blaine was still chuckling while resting his body against Kurt’s and by the way his voice wasn’t the least serious Kurt knew for sure that Blaine was not sorry at all.

“You’re unbelievable, you know.” Kurt just smiled at him, stroking one of the soft and dark curls out of Blaine’s eyes.

“Unbelievable good-looking and charming, that is.” Kurt just laughed at Blaine’s clarification as that there was nothing he could possibly say against it. Blaine was so sure, after all!

Instead of moving away, like Kurt expected it, Blaine rested his hands next to both of Kurt’s sides on the shoe cabinet, leaning his forehead against Kurt’s collarbone for a few moments. Kurt couldn’t help what followed. He lowered his nose into Blaine’s soft curls, breathing in the scent of the other man leaning so close against him. Kurt loved Blaine’s scent. Even after spending hours in a smoky bar he could still find this pleasant scent that was all Blaine.

When Blaine lifted his head, his light-hearted expression had changed completely. His hazel eyes seemed to be darker than before; his look was serious but also kind of afraid. Kurt didn’t miss the way Blaine was staring at his lips for just a second too long. He was pretty sure his heart skipped a beat when their eyes finally locked; Blaine’s lips parted a little, his hot breath ghosting over Kurt’s skin.

“I’m not sure if I can still resist you.”

Kurt swallowed hard, his heart was beating heavy against his ribcage and he was pretty sure Blaine could hear and most definitely feel it. And now it was Kurt who was staring at the other one’s lips, the way Blaine stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick over the dry skin. “Then don’t.”

Blaine straightened up a little, moving even closer, his soft breath tickling over Kurt’s lips. “Then I won’t.”

He gave him one more look right before he closed his eyes, the beautifully long eyelashes caressing his cheeks. Within a stuttering heartbeat he pressed his lips against Kurt’s - soft, soothing, hungry. Kurt’s body jerked a little at this sudden sensation, his arms flying around Blaine’s neck, pulling him even closer. He buried his fingers in the soft curls, pressing his nails into the scalp. Blaine couldn’t hold back the moan that was escaping his lungs.

Blaine pressed his hands firmly against Kurt’s sides, stroking over the hipbones he most definitely could feel underneath the thin piece of fabric Kurt called a shirt. And now it was Kurt who couldn’t hold back sounds of pleasure as a deep groan left his chest. Blaine took the chance and caught Kurt’s bottom lip into his mouth, sucking lightly, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. His lips curled into a smile as he felt Kurt leaning into the kiss even more and before he could actually do anything against it, Blaine lifted Kurt’s body with his strong arms, wiped everything off the cabinet and placed Kurt right on top of it, his own body pressing right between Kurt’s spread legs.

A surprised and somehow excited sound left Kurt’s lips as he felt himself being set down on the cabinet and without even putting too much thought into it he pressed his thighs against Blaine’s hips, leading him even closer to his body. Their lips found their ways back completely on their own. When their tongues finally brushed together Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hips and moved him closer. So close that the hardening bulge in Kurt’s pants was firmly pressing against Blaine’s stomach.

His hands moved away from Kurt’s hips, wandering under the fabric of his shirt and ghosting lightly over the soft skin. A scattered breath left Kurt’s lips but instead of moving away he leaned into the touch, tangling his feet together and pressing Blaine closer – if that was even possible by now. Blaine was working idly on the buttons of Kurt’s shirt, his fingers shaking slightly. But when he finally got rid of the last one keeping him away from his prize, he had to stop the kiss to fully appreciate the view.

Blaine’s eyes were sparkling as he practically stared at Kurt’s alabaster skin, mapping out every muscle with his eyes. “You’re beautiful. So, so beautiful.” His voice was nothing more than a dark whisper but with the way Kurt’s cheeks gained a little more color than it was normal for him, Blaine was pretty sure he heard what he just had said.

Kurt’s fingers were still buried in Blaine’s soft curls, moving lower now just to grab the hem of Blaine’s shirt. “Please..” Without hesitation Blaine pulled his shirt over his head and let if fall to the floor. He felt Kurt’s fingertips on his bare shoulders, scraping over the exposed skin and Blaine was pretty sure he would find red marks in the morning. But he couldn’t care less right now.

As their lips and now bare chests crashed together Blaine started to rub his stomach against Kurt’s crotch. A sound of sheer ecstasy left Kurt’s lungs, his nails digging deeper into Blaine’s skin. He started rocking and thrusting against Blaine’s body, his breath rising rapidly.

“Like it much, huh?” Sly little bastard.

He grabbed Kurt’s ass as he lifted him off the cabinet, Kurt’s ankles tangling together to hold him up. They never stopped sharing those hot and wet kisses, filled with eager moans as Blaine carried Kurt into the bedroom. All the things he sent to the floor in his way to a much more appealing place than a shoe cabinet in the hall could be taken care of later.

The bed gave a light squeak when they both smashed down on it, their tongues still dueling in a hungry fight. Blaine started to caress Kurt’s jaw with his lips, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. He slowly made his way down his neck, licking over his Adam’s apple as Kurt was throwing is head back. His eyes were slightly opened as he spread out tiny kisses across his collarbone, his hands ghosting lightly over Kurt’s side. With every touch of his lips he moved lower, paying his nipples a lot of attention by sucking und biting them which left Kurt writhing with pleasure.

But when Blaine’s tongue licked over his hipbone, Kurt suddenly froze, the hand that was buried in Blaine’s curls stopped caressing his scalp.

“We should stop. I mean, you’re drunk.”

And Blaine did but when he looked up he was confused, wondering if he did anything wrong. It was Kurt’s look though, the way he was staring at the ceiling, his eyes wide with shock, that made Blaine aware of the fact that Kurt really wanted to stop.

Within an instance he let go of Kurt’s body, not daring to look him in the eyes when he got up. It was the sudden loss of Blaine’s warmth that made him turn to the other and by the defeated and hurt look Blaine tried to hide he knew he did something wrong. “Blaine …”

But Blaine already left the room, his hands buried deep into his curls. Even after Kurt yelled his name a couple of times he didn’t stop moving. Only when he felt the other one’s hand holding onto his wrist Blaine finally stood still.

“I .. I don’t want this to ruin our friendship.”

After picking up his shirt und putting it back on Blaine finally turned to Kurt, not missing the tears glistening in his eyes. But it didn’t faze him. Not really. He sent Kurt a cold and dismissive look and right before he left the apartment he whispered a few last words into the silence:

“Yeah. Well. Maybe I don’t want this friendship anymore.”