"I can teach you how to be sexy, Kurt."

What Blaine thought and what he said were very similar. �Very similar. �But they were different enough.

Kurt tilted his head upward, uncrossing his arms to prop himself up on his elbows as he leaned back, the backs of his knees at the edge of his dormitory bed. �Blaine was offering to teach Kurt to be sexy. �Blaine was offering to teach Kurt--

"And by teach you mean...?" Kurt inquired, his voice steadily heightening in pitch as he spoke.

Blaine unclasped his hands, bringing his right to rub at the back of his neck, his left still hanging between his knees as he sat upright on his own bed, across from Kurt, gulping down a gasp at the sight of Kurt's exposed neck, practically begging to be kissed, bitten, marked, and who better to get the job done than Blaine. �At least, that's what he struggled not to think, glancing to the left and out of the window at the thin layer of snow covering the grounds. �Damned groundhog, Blaine thought with a slight shiver.

"Well, I just thought," Blaine stammered, "maybe, you might, I don't know, b-benefit, from a little, um," he hesitates, takes a deep breath, and brings his gaze back to Kurt, who had decided to hide his neck while Blaine was admiring the scenery. �"Handsonlearning," he concluded on the end of a rushed exhale.

Kurt's eyes widened a bit as he brought his elbows to rest on his knees as he leaned forward slightly, skillfully bringing the hem of his uniform blazer over his lap, and he had never been more thankful for being far too tired to take off the stiff thing after having worn it for far too long. �"What did you jus--"

"Don't make me say it again," Blaine growled, tilting his head to the side opposite the window, into the shoulder of his white button-up, his hand coming down from the spot on his neck to fidget with his loosened tie for a moment, then dropping - a little too quickly - back down to casually hang between his legs, a red warmth left glowing from the pressure he'd placed below his ear.

Kurt let out a stuttered sigh, his roommate's words all he needed to confirm that what he'd heard was real. �And the tone he had used, so forceful, so in charge, it brought images to the front of Kurt's mind, images Kurt usually reserved for showers while Blaine was hanging out at Wes and Nick's room, or at midnight on the weekends Blaine went home.

But right now, Kurt was trying not to surge across the gap between their beds, not to shove Blaine back into the comforter by his shoulders, not to roll them over so Blaine would be hovering over Kurt and whispering into Kurt's ear, whispering things like where to touch him, what to kiss, how to move, when to come--

"Kurt?"

When had Kurt screwed his eyes shut? �When had he twisted his fists into the comforter on either side of him, when had he started panting like a dog in heat?

When had Blaine noticed?

"Blaine?" Kurt returned, albeit in a strained, breathless voice.

"You didn't answer my question," Blaine stated, nerves edging his voice.