A man's average heartbeat is 70 beats per minute.

They were at Kurt's house sat together on his bed, legs flush together, shoulders touching watching a film; something that had become almost a weekly ritual for them. This week, they were watching Titanic, which Kurt's book had told him it had taken two hundred million dollars to make, whereas the actual ship had cost a mere seven million dollars. Titanic had been watched by both Kurt and Blaine far too many times and they kept chipping in comments about how terrible Leonardo DiCaprio's hair looks or how beautiful the inside of the ship is.

As Rose and Jack are dancing, they find themselves looking at each other smiling and they're caught up there meeting the other's gaze. Kurt remembers what he read in his book of facts earlier that day and shifts his focus to Blaine's pupils. Sure enough they're pretty huge and it causes Kurt's stomach to drop just a little and his chest to constrict just a little. He knows that Blaine loves him, he's said it to him, and every time, it made Kurt feel as though he were the most important person in the universe, just for a few seconds. But there's something different about seeing an actual physical portrayal of the love Blaine has for him.

Then he remembers the rest of the fact and his stomach drops again, but this time it's definitely not in a good way and suddenly Kurt feels sick and slightly dizzy because what if…

"Blaine?" The word comes out quickly and it sounds like he's choking. Blaine notices and his eyebrows furrow.

"What is it?" He looks concerned. Kurt takes a breath, wondering if Blaine'll be offended by the question. Then he panics wondering if he actually wants to know the answer but by that point, he's started speaking and it's too late.

"You don't hate me, do you?" Blaine's jaw drops.

"Of course I don't hate you, what kind of question is that?" Kurt feels his face heating and finds his bed suddenly very interesting.

"I…I don't know. I was just…I'm not even sure." He realises that it's a completely stupid question and he feels like a complete jerk. Obviously Blaine loves him. He just starts to mentally beat himself up for doubting it when Blaine reaches a hand under his chin and gently tips it upwards.

"Hey, look at me." Kurt hesitates for a moment before meeting Blaine's eyes, something tugging at his heart when he sees the hurt on Blaine's face. "I have no idea what's made you think that I hate you, or even think that I do anything less than adore you. Kurt, I love you so much, it hurts sometimes. I don't want you to forget that. And…I don't want anyone to tell you otherwise." Kurt's smiling now and Blaine's smiling back. Kurt looks at his pupils again and they're even bigger than they were before. He takes a second to file that under 'definitely love' in his brain.

"I love you too, Blaine. I'm sorry for even thinking that. I really-I don't-" He can't properly express what he wants to say but Blaine seems to understand because he smiles wider, a light chuckle escaping his lips.

Kurt's overwhelmed at that moment by something he can only call Blaine and he closes the distance between them, their lips meeting, moving slowly against each other. Blaine's nose brushes his cheek gently. Kurt brings his hands up to cup Blaine's face, tangling slightly in the curls at the nape of his neck and Blaine reacts, adding just a little more pressure, reaching to hold Kurt's head, pushing his tongue out, touching it to Kurt's lips and pushing it further when Kurt opens his mouth, allowing their tongues to meet.

It's playful at first, Kurt pushing at and circling Blaine's tongue but then the kiss moves deeper and their fingers close just that bit tighter on whatever part of the other they were clutching at and their teeth clash They both think that the breaths they're taking through their noses are far too loud but neither can quite bring themselves to care because all Kurt can taste is Blaine and all Blaine can taste is Kurt and their mouths are so warm and wet.

In one movement, Blaine shifts so he's half on top of Kurt and they can both become aware of how aroused the other is and there are people downstairs so they should probably stop, but instead that just spurs them on and Kurt pulls harder on Blaine's hair, only just hearing the sharper breath he takes in reaction because it all feels so good. He's sucking on Blaine's bottom lip and then he's using his fingers in Blaine's hair to just press their lips together harder and harder because he just needs to feel that pressure of Blaine's mouth crushed against his.

He doesn't know how long they're there with their lips pressed impossibly hard together, and it's been so long that his lungs are aching for a proper breath but he can't stand to disconnect their lips. He knows he has to at some point though, so he tugs Blaine away the tiniest amount and takes in a glorious breath of air that's not quite as glorious as Blaine's lips. His tongue and his lips tingle sadly at the loss but it's okay because in between his ragged panting, Blaine's kissing his way down Kurt's jaw and he can feel how warm Blaine's breath is on his skin and it's so hot it's bordering on uncomfortable but it's in the best way possible.

Then Blaine's licking and nibbling at his neck before sucking that spot he knows drives Kurt just that little bit crazier and Kurt knows there'll be a horrendous mark there tomorrow but he just can't find a fuck to give because he can feel Blaine's erection against his thigh and Blaine can feel Kurt's erection against his thigh and all Blaine can taste is Kurt.

But then it's all ruined slightly because there's a clattering downstairs and Burt calling to Carole in the other room to tell Kurt and Blaine that this new recipe he found to try is ready. For a second, Kurt contemplates just letting her walk in on them like this. He knows what the reaction will be though, and it seems Blaine knows too because he stops sucking on Kurt's neck and pulls away, Kurt letting out a quiet involuntary moan as the firm, warm, heavy weight that was Blaine leaves him.

They look at each other for a moment then they're both fighting to get their breathing even when they hear footsteps on the stairs and they just manage to flatten their hair a little and shield their erections from view, that're so obviously there, even through their pants, with the bowls of popcorn they'd made and fix their attention on Titanic again before Carole knocks on the half-open door and comes in.

"Dinner's ready, boys. One of Burt's concoctions, so we might need an ambulance on stand-by," she laughs.

"Okay, we'll be down in a minute. Thanks," Kurt replies and he cringes inwardly at how breathless he still sounds. Carole nods then he sees her eyes flicker to his lips, which he knows will be bright red considering the attacking of them Blaine's just done, then on his neck, confirming his suspicions that his boyfriend had left his mark before raising her eyebrows slightly. Kurt sees the edges of her mouth curving upwards into a knowing smile as she turns to go back downstairs.

As soon as she's gone, Kurt gets up and goes over to the mirror on his vanity and sure enough, there's a deep pink mark already there. He frowns, poking the tender flesh and wincing slightly. Blaine wanders over to him looking only slightly apologetic and curves his arm around Kurt's waist.

"Hey," he whispers, "after dinner will you draw me like one of your French girls?" Kurt laughs.

"Maybe…but only after you've helped me pick out a scarf to cover up this thing," he replies, pointing to the hickey on his neck.

"Deal."