Kurt remains still, content to feel Blaine draped over him until he can't breathe anymore. The cold from outside begins to seep into the car, chilling the sweat beading on his brow, and he knows they should talk but he can't bring himself to ruin the moment. Blaine presses a soft kiss to Kurt's neck, followed by a deep, tired sigh.

            "We should do this more often," Blaine says softly. "And I don't just mean the mutual orgasm thing."

A bubble of laughter rises in Kurt's throat, escaping through his lips.

            "If you want to, I mean," Blaine adds quickly, leaning up just enough to be able to look into Kurt's eyes. "We could - we could hang out. Maybe have coffee. Or we could do a movie or something."

            "That sounds great," Kurt says sincerely, but even he can hear the hesitation in his voice.

            "...You don't sound very enthusiastic."

            "It's just - what about Rachel?" Kurt wonders. "She's your girlfriend."

            "I know," Blaine says, lifting up until he's seated properly on the other end of the back seat. Kurt does the same. "But she's - you know how I feel. I can't break up with her out of the blue like that. Because she'll ask why and I won't be able to tell her the truth."

            "I'm not saying you should tell her the truth right away, but we just - what we did was-"

            "Amazing?" Blaine offers as a guess, a smile returning to his lips.

            "Cheating," Kurt says frankly.

Blaine's smile falls.

            "Right," Blaine mutters.

            "You know she would understand if you said that you were, um, questioning your...preferences."

            "Yeah, and then she'd tell the entire school," Blaine says. "I just realized all of this myself. I can't handle everyone else knowing, too. Not right now. I can't - I can't do it, Kurt."

            "I understand," Kurt replies, nodding solemnly.

            "But I don't want to stop seeing you. We don't - we don't even have to - we can just be friends. Real friends. We can hang out and - and we can do whatever you're comfortable with. If you - we don't even have to kiss if you don't want to. But I really do want to spend more time with you."

Kurt contemplates the idea of spending more time with Blaine. He thinks about being able to talk to him about things, and laughing with him, and seeing him smile, and sitting next to him in the movie theater and maybe sharing an armrest. And he thinks about all of that, minus the possibility of a kiss. Or more.

Can he do that, especially after tonight?

            "I don't want this to have meant nothing," Kurt states. "Because it meant something to me."

Blaine's face softens instantly, and he shifts closer to Kurt on the seat in order to place his hand on Kurt's thigh.

            "It meant something to me, too," he says. "I just need some time to figure things out, you know? And it'd mean a lot to me if you were my friend in the mean time."

            "And after that?" Kurt asks.

            "I'll take you out on a proper date," Blaine says. "With - with hand-holding and flirting and maybe even another make-out session in the back of your car. Actually, that part's not a maybe. That's a definitely."

Ducking his head, Kurt smiles shyly.

            "But we should still come here," Blaine adds. "We can come here and dance. Nobody will ever know about that and dancing is just dancing. It'll be something else we can do together, something that's just ours."

Ours.

Kurt's never had anything like this to share with someone else.

So, of course, he says:

            "Okay."

-

Kurt has never text-flirted with anyone in his life, but Blaine seems to be an expert and that's how they spend their time ‘together' on Sunday in the midst of catching up on weekend homework.

Figure out what you're gonna wear tomorrow?

Not yet. Suggestions?

Something tight. For sure.

Kurt blushes.

Oh really? Why should I?

Even if I can't touch, I can still look. And it's always such a nice view when you wear tight pants. ;)

I guess I'll consider it.

Please do. Pretty please.

Later that night, when Kurt is choosing his outfit for school the next day, he's sure to pull out the tightest pair of pants he owns.

-

The moment Kurt catches sight of Blaine in the hallway the next morning, his heart leaps up into his throat. He doesn't know what to expect. They never discussed how they were going to act around each other at school. Are they proper friends now? Do they talk at their lockers in between classes? Are they casual acquaintances? Do they sit beside each other in Glee like they did last week? What are they?

Shit. He's walking toward Kurt now, presumably heading for his own locker which is on the next row. He looks so cute. Oh god, he looks so cute in his tight, white polo and his little bowtie and he walks down the hall like he owns the place - well, the crowd does part for him - with this adorable smirk and when he winks at -

He winked.

Oh my god, he winked.

At Kurt.

Blaine continues walking as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, but Kurt just whips around to stare at the inside of his locker, too shocked to move.

And then he melts inside.

He receives a text a few moments later.

Where do you even BUY pants that tight?

Kurt almost squeaks out loud, his phone nearly toppling right out of his hands before he regains the use of his limbs and finds the ability to text back.

It's a secret.

Secrets, secrets are no fun unless they are for everyone.

Your girlfriend's walking up behind you.

-

            "You're being a little too obvious today," Mercedes says at lunch. "He's going to notice you staring."

            "Sorry," Kurt mumbles quickly, breaking out of his trance. He's pretty sure he's been staring at Blaine across the lunch room for the last five minutes. He doesn't even remember blinking. "What were you saying?"

            "Nothing important," she replies, though she's got that look on her face that says ‘I know exactly what you were thinking about'.

Kurt drops his fork in frustration.

            "I can't help it," Kurt hisses under his breath. "Look at him."

            "I see him," Mercedes says. "And I'm only gonna say this once, baby: it's been two years. I think it might be time to move on."

            "It's not that easy," Kurt sighs.

            "It never is," Mercedes says, sounding a bit too sympathetic for Kurt's liking.

Oh, if she only knew.

-

In Glee, Kurt is almost to the point of being annoyed. Blaine hasn't talked to him all day. He hasn't texted him since this morning. Sure, maybe he doesn't have the right to be annoyed considering they never actually talked about how they were going to act around each other at school, but after seven hours, he kind of expected something more. A smile. A nod. Anything.

Instead, Blaine does the same thing he's been doing every day since they first kissed. He sits in the empty chair next to Kurt and, almost immediately, Rachel's in his lap and pressing a kiss to Blaine's lips.

The sight makes Kurt's stomach roll.

            "Babe, you know I love you," Blaine says out of the blue, "but it'd be really nice if you could sit next to me instead of on me."

Rachel's face darkens. Kurt freezes - as does everyone else in the room. Kurt has never heard Blaine refuse Rachel anything, and it seems like no one else has either.

            "Fine," Rachel snaps, promptly standing and abandoning the chair Blaine had reserved for her in order to sit on the opposite side of the room.

Blaine sighs in agitation.

            "You know I didn't mean-"

            "I understand that you need your space," Rachel says, keeping her eyes focused on the whiteboard. "So I'm giving it to you. I mean, it's not like we didn't see each other all weekend. I'm so sorry for wanting to be close to you."

            "I never said I didn't want to be close to you," Blaine argues. "I wasn't trying to be mean. I promise. I just meant-"

            "Oh, for crying out loud. Anderson, you really need to grow up," Santana sneers from her spot in the front row. "Or maybe you just need to grow a pair of b-"

            "Fuck off, Santana," Blaine says.

Santana pauses. The room falls silent in the wake of the whispers that had erupted over their argument. She turns around in order to face Blaine, but rather than looking furious, she appears particularly impressed.

            "Better," she says simply.

Blaine rolls his eyes, looking to Rachel once more.

            "Please sit next to me," he says plainly.

            "Maybe tomorrow," Rachel replies, peering down at her nails.

Groaning and muttering something that sounds suspiciously like, "Don't know how much longer I can do this", just loud enough for Kurt to hear, Blaine throws a quick glance in Kurt's direction before standing and taking a seat next to Rachel across the room.

Somehow, Blaine's argument for not breaking up with Rachel makes much more sense than it did two days ago.

-

The rest of the week continues in a similar vein, save for the fact that Blaine will text him after rehearsal to ask if Kurt wants to go get coffee, only to turn around and text him five minutes later to apologize, saying that Rachel already has something planned for them that evening. On one hand, it's infuriating that Rachel seems to keep Blaine on such a short leash. On the other, Kurt can almost understand because if he was dating Blaine, he'd want to spend every night with him, too. Of course, he'd be sure to ask Blaine if they could do something rather than tell him they were doing something.

Because of this, when Kurt receives a phone call from Blaine on Friday night just after dinner, he's more confused than anything.

            "Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?" Blaine blurts the moment Kurt answers the phone.

            "I - I just ate," Kurt says sadly.

            "Dessert, then. Coffee. We can go for a walk. Anything you want," Blaine babbles. "Please."

            "What's-"

            "Please," Blaine says again. "I really want to see you."

            "O-Okay," Kurt stutters, worried by the amount of desperation in Blaine's voice. "It's too cold for a walk, but we can go get coffee."

            "Can we meet at Starbucks?" Blaine asks. "I really don't feel like dealing with anyone who's probably going to be at the Lima Bean."

            "Yeah, we can do that."

            "I'll see you in fifteen minutes," Blaine says quickly before the line goes dead.

What the hell?

-

The moment Kurt climbs out of his car, Blaine is there, rushing into his arms at full speed. Kurt is too stunned to do anything but hug him tightly in return. He hears Blaine breathe a sigh of what sounds like sheer relief the moment Kurt has his arms around his back.

            "Is everything okay?" Kurt asks in concern. "You sounded...I don't know. You just didn't sound like you when you called."

            "I'm better now," Blaine says into Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt is pretty sure that's not entirely true, so he keeps one warm hand at the small of Blaine's back and begins to walk toward the entrance to Starbucks.

            "C'mon," Kurt says softly, just as snow begins to fall. "Let's go inside."

No one bats an eye when they walk inside. Even though the place is in Lima proper, their classmates never come here because the Lima Bean is cheaper and in a more convenient location. He never thought he'd be grateful for a Starbucks not being on every corner of their town. The inside is filled with an older crowd; most of them look like university students cramming for their last exams before finals. Everyone seems to be keeping to themselves, headphones in, and completely focused on their laptops. Blaine doesn't say anything more until they're nestled in two, cozy chairs in the corner by the window.

            "I never realized how much time I spent with her," Blaine states. "Like, I have no time to myself."

            "Why aren't you with her tonight?"

            "She's out doing some dinner theater thing with her dads," Blaine explains. "I almost cried out of pure joy when she told me."

            "You should've stayed at home," Kurt says. "You don't need to spend time with me when you haven't had any time for yourself."

            "I wanted to see you, though."

            "We see each other every day."

            "You know what I mean," Blaine says, shifting slightly in his chair so that his knee bumps against Kurt's thigh. "I wanted to be able to look at you without someone calling me out on staring."

            "You could've just asked for a picture," Kurt says, attempting to lighten Blaine's dour mood. "I have tons of headshots."

A smile brightens Blaine's face, and all at once Kurt's realizes that this is Blaine's genuine smile. He doesn't smile at Rachel this way. He doesn't smile like this when they're around other people they know. At school, his smile always looks a bit too tight and it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Here, though, Blaine just looks happy.

He looks happy to be with Kurt.

            "I missed you," Blaine says. And he says it so simply, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

But it makes Kurt's heart stutter.

            "I missed you, too," Kurt replies.

His fingers itch to reach out and hold Blaine's hand, but he keeps them safely wrapped around his coffee cup, because Blaine looking at him the way he is now - like Kurt's the happy ending of every fairy tale he's ever cherished - that's enough for tonight.

            "So," Blaine says cheerfully, "tell me about your week. I saw you staring at me at lunch, so don't even try to pretend like you weren't."

-

After that, Kurt tries not to become so easily annoyed when Blaine passes him in the hallway without a word. They have their Starbucks dates about once a week, and they occasionally chat on the phone at night after Blaine gets home from whatever activity Rachel forces him to do. He always sounds so tired on those nights, and Kurt worries that Blaine might be stretching himself too thin. He's clearly not happy in his relationship with Rachel, but he'd probably bring about the apocalypse if he tried to end it. Kurt knows that Rachel is a fierce little thing. She'd never go down without a fight, no matter what happened or who she hurt in the process. Before Blaine, she had been just as abrasive. Now, though, the popularity she seems to have gained by way of dating Blaine has clearly ignited some sort of ever-burning lust for power, and Kurt knows that she won't give up that popularity so easily.

When Thanksgiving break finally rolls around, Kurt finds out that Rachel will be visiting family out of state for the week.

            "A whole week," Blaine sighs as they collapse into their usual chairs at Starbucks. "I can't believe I have a whole week."

            "You could just say no to her once in a while," Kurt offers.

            "Yeah, if I wanted to risk bodily harm," Blaine scoffs. "I'd never hear the end of it. And I'd get some lecture from Quinn about how I'm not paying enough attention to her, blah, blah. Those two are thick as thieves. It just - ugh, it drives me crazy because she hasn't done anything wrong. I mean yeah, she's a little controlling. But I've been dealing with that for two years and it's never made me want to rip my hair out. And she's - it's not like I've stopped caring about her."

            "Do you love her?" Kurt asks, attempting to be nonchalant even though he's been wondering ever since that day in the choir room a few weeks ago.

Blaine falls silent, peering down at the lid of his coffee cup as if it holds the answer to Kurt's question.

            "I thought I did," Blaine says slowly. "I mean, I don't know if it's that kind of grow-old-together type of love, but I thought it was love. But if - if I'm gay, doesn't that mean that I can't? Because she's a girl?"

            "I don't think it's as simple as that," Kurt tries to reason. "You've been together for a long time. She probably knows you better than anyone."

            "She doesn't know me better than you," Blaine returns.

            "But she knows things about you that I can't," Kurt says. "I'm talking about those things that you can only learn after being in a relationship with someone for such a long time. Like, she probably knows what kind of dressing you like on your salads, she knows the difference between you being tired versus you being angry, and she probably knows how to piss you off better than your own parents."

            "I guess," Blaine says with a lazy shrug. "It's ranch by the way. I like ranch dressing on my salad."

            "Typical," Kurt says, shaking his head. "So many options and you turn to the most basic one of all."

            "Ranch is delicious! And you can put it on like, anything and it's still good."

            "My point," Kurt continues, though he has to stop and grin, "is that it's probably hard to stop loving someone when they know so many things about you, whether you're attracted to them or not. She's been there for two years. Wasn't she the person you always turned to whenever things got rough?"

            "Well yeah," Blaine admits. "Because she was my girlfriend. I tried to do the same thing for her."

            "Exactly. So maybe it's...a different kind of love. Just because you don't want to have sex with her doesn't mean you don't love her. I love Mercedes as much as I possibly can."

            "But she's your best friend," Blaine says. "Of course you love her."

            "Isn't Rachel yours?"

            "She was. Before you."

Completely ignoring the multiple implications that statement could have, Kurt leans closer to Blaine, fingers brushing against his elbow.

            "It's okay to not know," Kurt says softly. "That's all I'm trying to say. Even if she annoys you to death, that doesn't mean you stop caring."

            "I feel...trapped," Blaine reveals. "I feel stuck."

            "I'm sorry," Kurt says, bypassing their no-boyfriend-behavior rule by sliding his hand into Blaine's. "I'm trying to be supportive and unbiased, but sometimes - sometimes I look at you and you look miserable. And I want to tell you to break up with her and damn the consequences. But that's not practical - not with her, anyway - and I know it's not as easy as it sounds when I say it in my head."

            "You are being supportive," Blaine assures as he squeezes Kurt's hand.

This isn't bad, Kurt thinks. Hand-holding doesn't have to have any kind of couples-only connotation. They're just hands. Sometimes a simple touch can provide comfort and that's what Kurt's doing. It doesn't have to mean anything more than friendship.

Even if he wishes they could get lost in each other.

            "I've waited for you for two years," Kurt says. "I think I can wait a little longer, just so you're sure that this is what you want."

-

            "Thanks for listening to me whine," Blaine says later that night after too much coffee and not nearly enough time together.

            "I'm sure you'll do the same for me one of these days."

            "I knows it's not...easy listening to me talk about her," Blaine says, lowering his head and kicking at a bit of snow that's piled between their cars in the parking lot. "I wish I had someone else to talk to about all of this. I'm sorry."

            "Don't you dare," Kurt says. "Friends listen. It's not like I don't understand why you feel so stuck, because I do. Plus, you have to understand that I fully expected us to graduate without you ever really acknowledging my presence. So the fact that we're here and that we're talking? That's good enough for me right now."

Nodding, Blaine takes a step forward and slides his arms around Kurt's shoulders, pulling him into a warm hug. Blaine's hugs are addictive.

            "It's still early," Blaine says softly before pulling away. "We could...do something else. We could go see a movie or something."

            "Don't you want some time for yourself tonight?"

            "No, I want more than an hour with you."

            "O-Oh," Kurt stutters. "Well...my dad and Carole are out doing a date night thing. And Finn's supposed to be going to Quinn's tonight for some pre-Thanksgiving dinner thing with her family since they'll be in Columbus visiting family on Thursday and Finn won't be able to go. So my, um, my house should be empty. Or we could just do a movie like you-"

            "Your house sounds perfect," Blaine interrupts. "You know, I've never seen your room."

-

Just as Kurt is about to unlock the front door in order to lead Blaine into the warmth of his house, the door wrenches open to reveal Finn, who is apparently just on his way out.

            "Oh, hey, Kurt. I'm leaving for Quinn's now, so the house is all yours tonight," Finn greets easily - until he notices Blaine lingering on the front steps. "Oh. Uh...hey, Blaine. Were you - I mean, did I miss the memo about dude night or something?"

            "No," Blaine answers, coming up to stand next to Kurt. "No guy night tonight. I'm, uh, actually here to hang out with Kurt."

Finn appears quite baffled, and his eyes dart between Blaine and Kurt with too much speed, as if the gears in his head are working twice as hard as they normally do. Sometimes Kurt forgets that Finn is the only one that remembers their spin the bottle kiss.

            "With Kurt?" Finn asks, as if he didn't catch it the first time.

            "Yeah," Blaine says, shrugging in response. "We're, you know, friends."

            "Friends?" Finn echoes. "But...you never talk to each other."

            "We text," Blaine argues, though his voice is slowly growing weaker.

            "You text?"

            "Oh, for god's sake," Kurt cuts in. "Blaine's having trouble deciding what to get Rachel for Christmas so he asked me for my help."

            "R-Right," Blaine says, catching on after a beat. "She's hard to shop for."

            "But...why Kurt?" Finn asks, and he sounds confused rather than suspicious, thank god.

            "Why do you think?" Kurt asks, sure to give an appropriate eye roll to demonstrate his agitation.

Finn stares for a moment, like his brain is actually empty of reason. Eventually, though, understanding dawns on his face.

            "Oh, right, because Kurt's an honorary girl."

Cringing at the turn of phrase, even though he's the one that coined it in the first place a few years ago, Kurt gives a tight nod.

            "That makes sense, then," Finn says. "Though the easiest thing would probably be a necklace or something."

            "Probably," Blaine says. "I got her jewelry last year, though."

            "Oh, gotcha. Well, I gotta get to Quinn's. Her dad will like, kill me if I'm late. Later!"

He bounds down the steps and across the street to his car, which Kurt hadn't noticed before. Kurt's sure to wait until Finn's pulling away from the curb before inviting Blaine into the house and leading him up the stairs. They drape their coats on the banister, and for some reason it becomes weird. Blaine has been to their house plenty of times, but usually it's so he can join the other guys from Glee in the basement, where Finn sets up his Xbox and they play video games and eat junk food all night.

Kurt has always been sure to make himself scarce during those nights. It was hard enough having a crush on Blaine; having him in their house overnight almost made it unbearable.

            "Thanks," Blaine mutters when they reach the top of the stairs.

            "For what?"

            "Lying," Blaine says. "For me."

            "Finn pokes and prods at things until they squeal," Kurt says, waving away Blaine's apology. "It's one of his less endearing habits. And I know it's hard to explain why we suddenly became friends, so I had to come up with something."

            "I know, but we both know he's going to tell Quinn about seeing us together outside of school."

            "He'll end up telling her that his very heterosexual friend asked his very homosexual brother for advice on girl-gift-giving. That's not so weird. Finn's asked me for the same kind of help before. Don't worry about it."

            "I just - I don't want you to feel like I'm ashamed of being your friend. Or...of the other stuff."

            "Blaine," Kurt says just as he's about to open his bedroom door, "I know you're not ashamed of me. Please trust me when I say that I understand, okay?"

There's a second of quiet, during which Kurt can see Blaine worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, before he finally releases a soft sigh and his unease falls to the wayside.

            "Okay," Blaine says simply.

            "Good."

            "Can I see your room now?"

            "Eager, are we?" Kurt teases.

            "I just can't believe I've been here so many times and never seen your room. I can already imagine the Wicked posters on your wall."

            "Not quite," Kurt says, finally pushing the door open and flicking the light switch, revealing his pristine room.

Not to mention, Kurt thinks it's quite tastefully decorated and warm in a way most people don't expect when they see it. Blaine slips inside, eyes flitting everywhere as he takes in Kurt's most private space. Since they moved from their old house and Kurt completely redesigned his room, very few people have actually seen it. In fact, the longer Blaine stares, the more nervous Kurt becomes. Blaine stuffs his hands in his pockets, like he's stopping himself from sliding his curious fingers over Kurt's possessions. When he reaches Kurt's vanity, Kurt holds his breath, afraid that Blaine will think he's too much of a girl or too preoccupied with stupid things like skin care. However, he catches sight of a fond smile on Blaine's lips through the reflection in his mirror. Blaine doesn't say anything until he takes a seat on the edge of Kurt's bed.

            "You're beautiful," he states, staring directly into Kurt's eyes.

            "W-What?"

            "You're beautiful," Blaine says again. "You can tell a lot about a person from their room. And you - I don't know. I just get the feeling that you're just as beautiful inside as you are on the outside."

            "You - you think I'm beautiful?" Kurt asks in a whisper.

Blaine's expression grows sad, and Kurt doesn't understand why. When Blaine pats the edge of Kurt's bed, Kurt settles next to him until their thighs are pressed together.

            "Why do you look so sad?" Kurt wonders.

            "Because I can't believe that no one's ever told you that you're beautiful. You're gorgeous, Kurt. And I wish I would've realized that I'm - that I'm the way I am sooner, because I could've been telling you every day for the past two years."

            "None of that's your fault," Kurt says.

            "Maybe not," Blaine says. "Either way, when we get together for real, I'll be sure to tell you as often as I can."

When.

Not ‘if'.

When.

            "Blaine-"

            "Let's lay down," Blaine interrupts. "We can watch reality shows on your TV and trash talk the actors until your parents head home. Sound good?"

Kurt can't find his voice at the moment, so he simply nods and kicks off his shoes as Blaine snatches the remote from the shelf near his television. He scoots up further on his bed while Blaine slides off his own shoes before crawling back onto the bed as well, settling in against the headboard while Kurt relaxes into one of his pillows. Blaine turns on the TV, but Kurt is unable to focus on the screen when Blaine's hip is so close to his face.

After a few minutes of blaring television and no conversation, one of Blaine's hands finds its way into Kurt's hair. At first, Kurt's body seizes up because they're not supposed to do things like this, but Blaine's fingers rubbing against his scalp feels far too heavenly too ignore.

            "Relax," Blaine whispers, his voice so calm and sweet that peace immediately floods through Kurt's limbs, causing him to sink further into Blaine's side. "I won't bite."

Kurt grins against Blaine's hip, hiding his face because he's never done this. He's never had a boy run his fingers through his hair just because he can. He's never had another boy in his bed, actually.

            "Unless you want me to."

That sense of peace all but vanishes the moment Blaine says those words, and a slow, churning heat settles in the pit of Kurt's stomach. He recognizes it easily - he'd felt it on the dance floor and in the back seat of his car. He'd felt it on Rachel Berry's couch and god, why did Blaine have to say that?

            "We're - we're not supposed to," Kurt reminds feebly, though his body is screaming at his mouth to just shut up.

            "I know, shit, I'm sorry," Blaine says frantically, withdrawing his fingers from Kurt's hair.

Kurt can't help it; he whimpers. He whimpers because he shouldn't want this, not when Blaine has a girlfriend and plenty of issues to work out. He whimpers because he's at a loss. He whimpers because they should've just gone to see some dumb movie because then there wouldn't be an empty house and a soft bed and Blaine wouldn't be looking at him like he hurts. He whimpers because that hand felt so good and he doesn't want Blaine to move away like he's doing right now and -

            "Wait," he hears himself saying.

Blaine pauses in the act of putting more space between their bodies, his torso leaning toward the edge while his legs are still pressed against Kurt's side. Kurt places a tentative hand on Blaine's thigh.

            "We said we'd - but I-"

            "But you?" Blaine prompts, and Kurt can see his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows in apprehension.

Kurt tries to make his vocal chords function properly, but words fail him. Instead, he gives Blaine's thigh a tight squeeze, sure to brush his finger just a touch too high along the seam of Blaine's jeans. He hears the sharp intake of breathe on Blaine's end, and then Kurt has to withdraw his hand because Blaine slides down on the bed until his head is sharing Kurt's pillow.

            "It could - just one more time," Blaine breathes against Kurt's lips, his eyes as dark as Kurt remembers them being on the dance floor. "I mean, we've already done it once. So, you know, one more time won't really make that much of a difference."

One more time, Kurt thinks to himself. He can have one more chance to feel Blaine against him, to feel the press of his lips, to feel his tongue on his damp skin. And even though his conscience is screaming at him, begging him to say no, he knows he was lost the moment they first kissed.

They can have one more night together.

But as he says it to himself, he feels himself falling into something particularly dangerous and maybe even immoral. Of course, even God knows that he'd been a fool to think he could give this up entirely.

            "One more time," Kurt finally agrees, and he can feel the smile stretch across his lips when he catches sight of the fire that blazes in Blaine's eyes.

One more time.