Kurt moved to push Blaine’s pajama pants down on his hips like his own jeans were, and that was when Blaine broke away. Blaine arched his back into Kurt as he moved his mouth to his neck and began sucking on the skin there.

Blaine’s voice was airy and breathless, “K-Kur-t… I’m n-not… I can’t.”

He immediately understood, and pulled away from Blaine’s heated skin after leaving a series of hickeys on his neck. He could care less about his straining erection; he refused to push Blaine into anything he wasn’t ready for. Kurt moved to sit beside Blaine with his long, toned legs draped across his lap.

Blaine smiled thankfully and softly and he attempted to slow his breathing and regain his sanity. Kurt intertwined their fingers and folded them in their laps while Blaine kissed him languidly. He leaned his head on Blaine’s shoulder, while Blaine rested his cheek on top of his head. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, and the DVD in the player began playing. The opener of Moulin Rouge played on the TV screen, and the two cuddled close together as they watched the tragic love story in a comfortable silence.