If Kurt thought the tension with Blaine would lessen after he broke up with Drew, he'd be wrong. It seems that just because he doesn't have another boy to moon over, just because there isn't another person in the convoluted equation, it doesn't mean things are easier.

Because they're not and Kurt hates it.

Especially when the truth of the matter is staring him right in the face.

Ugh, stupid feelings.

Stupid emotions.

Stupid Blaine and his stupidly good looking naked torso when he steps out of the shower a few nights later.

Why can't he dry off completely? Why does he have to have a few droplets of water clinging to his shower beaten skin? Why does he have to smell so delicious? Why is that towel sitting so low on his hips and why oh why didn't he just bring his clothes into the bathroom to change into in the first place?

"Kurt?"

"What? Why? What? Sorry."

"…What are you staring at?"

"N-nothing. Just – just you know, zoning out. You happen to be there. Sorry."

"O…kay?"

"What? I can't just zone out once in a while?"

"I don't recall saying that," Blaine says while attempting to suppress a smile.

"Well then just – just let me zone."

"Zone away."

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?"

Kurt groans and drags a pillow into his lap to cover up his sudden erection. Blaine's stupid towel is stupid and red and a drop of water slips down from his stupid chest, over his stomach, to soak into the towel right next to his exposed hip bone.

"Kurt, you're staring at me like you want to eat me alive."

"Put some clothes on, then!"

Blaine seems to consider the option as he stares back at Kurt, eyes dark and hooded, before he drops the pair of pajama pants he had retrieved onto the floor. He doesn't even blink as he unfastens the towel around his waist.

He lets it fall.

"What are you doing?" Kurt squeaks out. As surprised as he is at the turn of events, he can't help but lick his lips when Blaine is suddenly completely naked in front of him.

"You still want me."

It isn't a question.

Well of course it isn't a damn question.

Kurt's practically salivating.

He doesn't respond because any blood he had in his brain is now taking up residence between his legs.

"You do," Blaine pushes. "You can't even stop looking at me."

What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is this torture? Is this payback for dating someone else? Is it teasing, is it – what is it?

"Why – why are you doing this?" Kurt asks, the question barely loud enough to be considered a whisper.

"Because I never stopped wanting you either."

At that confession, Blaine strides over to Kurt's bed, yanks the pillow out of his lap, grabs Kurt under the knees and pulls him down so that he slides down the wall, flat on his back on the bed. Blaine tosses Kurt's legs over his shoulders and promptly tugs Kurt's sweatpants down over his hips.

With one swift motion, Kurt's dick is bumping against the back of Blaine's throat as he sucks. He moans loudly, fingers digging into the pale flesh stretched taut over Kurt's hips. The sensation is so abrupt, so unexpected, but godsofuckinggood and even though Kurt knows this should not be happening, his fingers fly to Blaine's hair.

"Blaine, fuck, yes," Kurt grinds out as his hips thrust of their own accord up into the wet heat of Blaine's mouth.

When he looks down, Blaine's eyes are closed and he's completely focused on the act of sucking Kurt like he's trying to suck him dry. He almost looks a little crazy, a little unhinged, but Jesus fuck can his tongue do marvelous things. All Kurt can do is hang on and enjoy.

Blaine's teeth intentionally graze the fleshy head of Kurt's dick. He wraps his fingers around the base, so tight, so sure, fisting him as he continues to suck with fervor, tongue lapping at the pre-come like it's fucking ice cream. Blaine's nails claw his skin leaving thin, red marks in their wake and god, it's all just so good.

"I'm – Blaine, I'm-"

Blaine sucks hard, moans once more, and Kurt's coming in his mouth. Blaine doesn't stop swirling his tongue. He doesn't stop drinking him down. He doesn't release his hold on Kurt's hips. By the time Kurt's panting and twitching, he's got to pull Blaine away because he's just too enthusiastic and Kurt's too sensitive. Blaine seems to think that's his cue to drop Kurt's legs from his shoulders and slither up over him, damp, naked body resting heavily on Kurt's chest and Blaine crashes their mouths together in a hungry, bitter kiss. Kurt whines at the taste of himself on Blaine's tongue and kisses back. He's sated, tired, and he's just not thinking straight anymore.

It isn't until Blaine's hand slides around to cup the back of his neck that he finally turns his head and breathes, "Stop."

The reaction is instant. Blaine freezes, hot breath falling into Kurt's ear.

"You don't want this," Kurt states, voice a little too rough.

"Yes, I do."

"No," Kurt whispers sadly, turning his head back to face his friend as Blaine pulls away just slightly. Kurt reaches in between them, gently gripping Blaine's erection. "You want this," he says, giving a slight squeeze. He drags his fingers back up over Blaine's torso, placing his hand delicately over Blaine's chest…just over his heart. "I want this."

"…What?"

"I – I lied," Kurt begins.

"What're you talking about?" Blaine asks as he slides off of Kurt, off the bed, scrambling for the towel he had dropped.

"When we…when we started all this stuff," Kurt speaks softly. He swallows hard. "The friends with benefits stuff. I lied."

"Lied about what?" Blaine asks hesitantly, tying the red towel back around his waist. "I don't understand."

"Well I, uh, I only half lied," Kurt amends as he tugs his sweatpants back up over his hips and sits up.

"Would you just-"

"When I said I wouldn't develop feelings for you," Kurt snaps out impatiently. "One of the rules was that we didn't develop feelings. But the thing is – I – they were already there. The feelings, I mean. I already had feelings. For you."

Blaine doesn't move a single inch, though Kurt thinks he can see his fingers tighten around the edge of the towel he's holding around his waist.

"But – but you-"

"I had those feelings. I had them all along. I liked you more than – more than just a friend for a long time."

"T-then why did you-"

"Because I wanted to be close to you," Kurt confesses. "I wanted to be closer to you than anyone else. I wanted to have something with you that no one else had with you, even if I couldn't…have you. And I did it for the reasons we initially agreed on; I didn't want to do any of that kind of stuff with someone who would just hurt me in the end. So…I let it happen. And I let you hold me. And I let you kiss me and touch me and – and it just got worse. The feelings."

Blaine stands, bewildered and maybe a little hurt, but he asks the question anyway. "Got worse how?"

Kurt clutches a pillow to his chest. He doesn't know if he should look at Blaine when he finally admits to it all. Should he look away? Should he avoid his eyes? Blaine probably hates him now.

But there's nothing for it.

"It got worse because I fell in love with you."