It isn't until a week or so later that they actually move past the point of just kissing, for which Kurt's sort of thankful because he doesn't think he would have been ready for anything more before now.

They're cuddled up on Blaine's bed, watching a movie that's playing on his laptop which sits on his desk.

They do that a lot lately, cuddling.

Blaine wasn't joking when he said he was a cuddle whore.

Kurt's laying on his stomach, pillow clutched under his chin while Blaine's half on top of him, arm draped lazily over Kurt's back with his head settled on Kurt's shoulder. There's no light in the room except for the bit that comes from the laptop screen.

Maybe it's weird that they're not boyfriends. Maybe it's weird that they've been cuddling throughout the entirety of the movie even though they didn't get up to anything even remotely sexual. Yeah, it's probably weird.

But it's awesome and Kurt's not looking a gift horse in the mouth.

The credits to the movie start rolling and Blaine nuzzles his face into Kurt's neck.

"You smell really good," Blaine says quietly.

"So do you," Kurt whispers, turning his head just enough to where he his nose collides with Blaine's curly hair.

He likes that Blaine's taken to washing the gel out of his hair as soon as classes are done for the day. He also likes to think it had something to do with that one time they were kissing and Kurt remarked on how much he liked twisting his fingers into Blaine's curls.

"C'mere," Blaine encourages, tugging a bit on Kurt's shirt.

Kurt gets the idea and turns so that they're both on their sides, but Blaine's hand presses firmly against his lower back, urging him even closer. He catches a glimpse of a faint smile creeping onto Blaine's lips, his face only lit from the glow on the laptop screen. Blaine leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Kurt's pliant lips.

Kissing is just really great, Kurt has discovered. It's intimate, warm, and maybe a little wet when tongues get involved, but it's just – it's just great.

When Blaine suddenly sucks Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth, Kurt moans deep in his throat.

Well that's new.

His hand flies up to tangle into Blaine's hair, forcing his head closer as Blaine's teeth graze his lip, nipping gently and holy hell, Kurt never knew teeth could feel so good. He releases his hold on Kurt's lip and dips his tongue into Kurt's mouth. Oh god, how – Blaine's tongue slides along the inside of his teeth and it tickles at his palate a bit. It's kind of strange because it feels so delicious but he wants to giggle at the same time. Blaine's hand trails away from Kurt's back, over his hip, down the side of his denim clad leg.

He grips the back of Kurt's thigh, just above the back of his knee, and pulls his leg up so it's crooked over Blaine's hip.

"Blaine, wha-"

"Shh," Blaine breathes hotly, fingers scraping over Kurt's thigh again and oh hello, he's got his hand on Kurt's ass now. "Just feel."

What even is he –

Blaine cups Kurt's ass with a firm hand, dragging their hips together.

He thrusts.

Ohsweetmotherofgod.

Kurt whines, fingers fisting tightly into Blaine's hair, lips seeking lips once more and he kisses Blaine hard. He's not even moving his mouth, really, he just needs the familiar sensation of Blaine's warm lips against his because this is ohmygod amazing. Blaine's rocking against him, moaning in turn, hand clutching roughly at Kurt's ass.

Kurt's hard as a fucking rock but it seems Blaine's right there along with him so he forgets to be embarrassed about it. He groans loudly as they move together, thrusting, tongues abruptly twisting wildly around one another. He's pulling on Blaine's hair so hard he's sure it must hurt but he can't be bothered to care at the moment. The leg he's got thrown over Blaine's hip begins to shake because he's clenching his muscles so hard.

He feels Blaine's hand trace the crease of his jeans, drifting lower and lower, easily seeking out his prize due to the position they're in until Kurt feels fingers apply a soft pressure against his balls through the tight denim.

"Oh god," Kurt whimpers. He tears his lips away from Blaine's because there's just too much sensation, too much going on at once. "Blaine, I – Blaine…"

Blaine doesn't say anything. He simply slides his other arm up under Kurt's neck, wrapping it around him, tugging him closer. Kurt's pressing his head down into Blaine's bicep and Blaine's cheek, slightly covered in stubble, is rubbing against his temple.

Blaine's wandering hand searches further, reaching past Kurt's balls until suddenly he's palming the base of Kurt's dick with a rough, insistent hand.

Kurt cries into the crook of Blaine's neck and a fierce tendril of something altogether too much creeps into being. His stomach muscles tighten, something inside him twists and he's so – fucking – close.

"Come, Kurt," Blaine pants out the order, holding Kurt so tightly that he probably shouldn't be able to breathe.

He wants to – he wants to come, he's right there but he just – he can't –

Blaine snatches his hand away from Kurt's dick and grabs onto his ass again instead, clutching so hard that it's actually painful and grinds his hips against Kurt's just a couple more times.

"Let go," Blaine growls hotly into his ear.

And that does it. The firm pressure of Blaine's erection against his combined with the sound of Blaine's voice so near, so low that it bleeds into his fucking bones causes a tidal wave of pleasure to crash over him and he's coming, he's coming hard against Blaine. He's so caught up in the sensation that he almost doesn't notice when Blaine groans against his temple, hips stuttering in motion as he comes too.

They're locked like that for what seems like eternity; their faces pressed together, Blaine's arm wrapped protectively around Kurt's shoulder with their bodies arching into one another and Kurt's leg is still tossed over Blaine's hip.

Heavy, ragged breathing fills the air, the only other sound in the room emanating from the little speakers of the laptop while the DVD menu music continues to repeat.

"Jesus Christ," Blaine finally mumbles against Kurt's cheek.

He kisses Kurt's sweaty temple once and pulls back just enough so that they can look at each other. Kurt's eyes flutter open, lips parted and swollen. Blaine slips his hand off Kurt's ass, sliding his fingers up Kurt's back to card into his sweaty hair.

"You okay?" Blaine asks.

"M'great," Kurt says tiredly. "M'fantastic."

Blaine laughs a bit breathlessly and dips his head down to kiss Kurt once more.

"Can I just say one thing?"

Kurt nods sleepily.

"You make the most amazing noises," Blaine says, almost sounding impressed with the fact.

Kurt groans in embarrassment and hides his face against the smooth skin of Blaine's bicep. Blaine laughs at him again but he wraps Kurt up in his arms to hold him closely.

Kurt knows that, at some point, they're going to have to get up and change because they both just came in their freakin' pants. But now is so not the time to move because the cuddling is almost as good as the mind blowing orgasm he just had.