Something is prodding at the small of Blaine's back and not in a good way. Blaine groans, throwing an arm over his eyes and rolling over onto his back only to hear Kurt huff.

"Blaine, get up," another poke, this time right into his ribs. Blaine gives a yelp and with his other arm tries to tug the blankets back over his stomach to better shield himself from Kurt's attack. He feels the bed dip and suddenly he's being pressed into the mattress. Normally Blaine would welcome Kurt straddling him in the morning but Kurt has that tone where he wants something-and it's not the kind where he wants sex, nor is it the one like yesterday where he wanted the brooch. No, Kurt wants Blaine to do something for him.

He takes his arm away and blinks into the morning light until Kurt's face comes into focus where it is hovering above him. Kurt's eyebrows are raised and it's almost annoying how awake he looks right now. "Yes, Kurt?" Blaine asks, blinking slowly up at him.

"We only have two eggs left and I want to make a frittata," Kurt bounces a little on top of Blaine, who just groans again and reaches out to Kurt's hips to still him. "You need to go grocery shopping, anyway."

"Ungh, what time is it?" Blaine turns to look at the clock on the nightstand and much to his disappointment, it's 9. Kurt has given him time to sleep in so he can't even argue. "It's my turn, isn't it?"

Kurt nods a little too enthusiastically, making him bounce against Blaine's stomach once more. Blaine promptly grabs at Kurt's sides and hauls him onto the bed beside him causing Kurt to shout out in surprise.

"You're in a good mood today," Blaine comments as he sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Kurt scrambles up behind him and immediately tucks his chin over Blaine's shoulder and wraps his arms around Blaine's bare waist.

"I have no reason not to be," Kurt smiles and kisses a spot just behind Blaine's ear before practically shoving Blaine off the bed.

"And impatient!" Blaine adds, swatting away Kurt's hands as they continue to nudge him toward the bathroom door.

"Not impatient," Kurt huffs. "Enthusiastic," he adds thoughtfully.

Blaine twists around to face Kurt to say, "There's a difference?" He doesn't have time to react before he sees a pillow hurling toward him and hitting him with surprising force on the shoulder. It lands at his feet and he bends to fling it back at Kurt but the boy is quick and he practically prances off the bed and out into the living room. Blaine can hear Kurt's bare feet skidding across the wood flooring and then a loud thump, followed by a swear that could only mean Kurt slid into the couch. Again.

Blaine suppresses a giggle as he listens to Kurt mumble irritably and he can only assume it is something about how he's told Blaine a million times that they should re-organize the living area. Except Blaine knows that the moment he brings it up Kurt will move the couch two inches, huff, then push it back; making some comment about how if they're going to rearrange the room they might as well buy new furniture but they cannot afford that right now so it will have to wait.

He splashes some water on his face before going out into the living room to check on Kurt and make sure he didn't do any real damage this time. Surprisingly, this is not the first time either of them had skid into the couch (thus the repeated call for a furniture over-haul) and Blaine cringes a little at the memory of the first time it had happened. Not long after they had moved in Blaine had wearily stumbled out of their bedroom in the middle of the night for a glass of water and ended up kicking the corner of the couch so hard he broke his big toe.

It really didn't help matters when Kurt had laughed first-commenting that at least he didn't have to worry about Blaine jumping on the furniture for a while-before draping Blaine's arm over his neck and taking him to the hospital.

Blaine finds Kurt bent over the side of the couch, leaning on the arm-rest and inspecting his bare foot.

"Do I need to kiss it better?" Blaine asks teasingly.

Kurt doesn't look up from inspecting his toe; instead he sighs, "I think I broke a nail."

This time Blaine can't hide the giggle that escapes him. That gets Kurt's attention. He clicks his tongue before straightening up and fixing Blaine with an expectant stare.

"Right. Groceries. I'm on it," Blaine quickly shuffles back into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later he's plucking the grocery list off of the refrigerator then leaning over the back of the couch to kiss Kurt on the cheek where he is idly flipping through daytime TV.

"I'll be back soon," Blaine says into Kurt's ear.

"Love you," Kurt looks up at him this time and pouts his lips a little, inviting Blaine back in.

Blaine smiles and presses a kiss to his lips, "Love you, too."

Before he closes the door Blaine just barely catches Kurt telling the TV set, "Oh my god, that is so not her color," where he's stopped it on What Not to Wear. Blaine chuckles to himself as he heads down the stairs and is still smiling when he steps out onto the sidewalk.

"Wes, I cannot believe you managed this. I just don't think I can thank you enough," Blaine is standing in front of a wide selection of tomatoes at Trader Joe's, his cell phone pressed to his ear as he tries to remember (yet again) which kind Kurt likes. Is it the roma or the plum? Shit, aren't those the same thing?

"Blaine, do not even worry about it," through his phone Blaine can hear the sounds of glasses clinking together and the far-away melody of a piano. Blaine frowns a little as he bags his selection and moves on past the produce section.

"Are you sure it's not a problem? And are you sure I'm not interrupting? It sounds like you're busy," Blaine can just imagine the man sitting in the lobby or at the bar of some hotel, dressed to the nines as usual and clutching his briefcase as if always poised to be called elsewhere. Which actually is often the case.

But he just hears Wes give a laugh on the other end of the phone, "I can assure you that it is not, and that you are not. I owe you, remember? Besides, this is quite possibly the dullest meeting I have ever had the pleasure of attending."

Blaine can't help but smile at this. Leave it to Wes to sound grateful and bored at the same time. "You don't owe me," he says out of habit. But he means it. Blaine is not the sort of character to do things solely for selfish gain.

"Warbler Blaine," Wes says and Blaine can hear the affectionate smile the other man must be wearing right now. "I don't think I need to remind you of how you helped me take care of my grandmother last year as well as helped my family get her situated into that senior's community."

"I think you just did," Blaine crosses coffee off of the list. "But how about we just call it even? Deal?"

"Deal. I sincerely hope you two enjoy it. You will have to let me know how it goes so I can report back to Tabitha. If there's two things she loves it's a good review and a romantic story."

"Of course. And again, you must thank her for me. And thank you. Really. He's going to love this," Blaine has to stand on his tip-toes to reach the kind of cereal he likes on the top shelf. "We're going to love it."

Blaine hears another man's voice and some shuffling on the other end of the line, "Blaine, I have to go. Business calls," Wes says sort of reluctantly but Blaine can tell that he doesn't really mean it.

"Yeah. Sure. Hey, let me know the next you are free, Mister Big Law Firm Intern Guy. We need to do coffee or something. Soon."

Wes chuckles quietly, "Of course, of course. Absolutely. Tell Kurt I said hello," There's an awkward pause and more shuffling. "Bye."

Blaine just laughs as his phone beeps, notifying him that Wes has effectively hung up on him. He never was very good at ending phone calls. He actually said "bye" this time so Blaine considers that progress, at least. Blaine scrolls through his texts, double-checking any information as he wanders down the aisles. He grabs a bag of those chocolate-covered almonds Kurt loves so much and a bag of gummy bears for himself.

In line to pay, he hurriedly taps back a reply or two, grinning to himself and then at the cashier, who just gives him a bored sort of nod. But Blaine doesn't even notice as he cheerfully thanks the poor teenager and heads out of the store. 

When he finally manages to hail a cab without assaulting anyone on the crowded sidewalk with the multiple bags draped over his arms, he feels his phone buzz and then buzz again. In a moment of panic he thinks it's Wes calling back to say there's a problem. But after disentangling himself from the grocery bags in the back of the taxi, he lets out a sigh of relief to see just two new texts waiting for him, neither of them from the former Dalton student.

Of course, boo. Stop worrying<3 - Cedes

Can you pick me up some of those chocolate almonds? - Kurt

He types back a Never to Mercedes then pockets his phone just as the cab pulls up to his building. While he waits in the elevator, he hums idly to himself, looking forward to the brunch Kurt has planned for the two of them and wondering if he can coax Kurt into making his maple scones while he's at it.

He's too busy daydreaming about breakfast foods to be fully prepared for the sight he meets when he enters their flat.

"Kurt, I bought you those chocolate-covered all..." Blaine's sentence trails off and he coughs because somehow he couldn't decide quickly enough whether to laugh or to gulp in response to the view greeting him.

Blaine blinks rapidly, trying to convince himself of what Kurt is wearing. Or rather, of what he is not wearing.

Blaine quickly shuts the door behind him, forgetting about the grocery bags that now lay slumped at his feet. He finds his throat is suddenly dry, and he swallows several times in succession, trying to get words past the lump in his throat. 

"Ku-urt?" Blaine says, his voice breaking over the name.

Kurt doesn't bother turning away from the counter, instead he merely looks over his bare shoulder at Blaine with an expression that can only be described as a leer. "Well, that was fast."

But at seeing Blaine's slack-jawed expression Kurt turns and leans against the counter, laughing. He readjusts the apron around his torso before he wipes the back of his hand across his forehead. At Blaine's somehow very loud silence, he fixes Blaine with an amused gaze, but then arranges his expression into a mock-pout, a glint in his eye, "But I wanted to surprise you." He gestures at the things on the counter behind him where if Blaine's mind were working properly he might make out the ingredients for maple scones.

If Blaine's mind were working properly he probably would have also quipped back something along the lines of You cheeky little brat or even I'm sure you'll figure something else out. But his brain is having issues thinking anything other than Naked. Kurt. Baking. Naked. 

Well, this is new.

It seems like Blaine is not the only one with a surprise this spring break. And Blaine can't help but feel like his surprise just pales in comparison. As his brain finally catches up to the moment, that yes this is actually happening-as Kurt practically struts across the dining room into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, wearing nothing but an apron and a headband to push back his hair-Blaine wishes he had better connections than Wes. 

"Wow," Kurt says, leaning against the counter again and it's finally hitting Blaine that he's attempting an air of nonchalance. Again, this is new. "If I had known this is what it takes to get you to be quiet I might have done this a long time ago," Blaine can hear the tease behind his words and he manages to pick his jaw up off the floor long enough to smile in response.

"Oh, for the love of-" Kurt pushes off from the counter and strides toward Blaine. He places his hands on Blaine's hips and Blaine's arms instinctually move to wrap over Kurt's shoulders. "Please tell me this is a good silence and I haven't made a serious error in judgment here."

"No, no," Blaine finally manages to say because Kurt's expression has shifted from confident to searching for reassurance. Blaine looks down over Kurt's bare chest then back up to his eyes. "This is-this is good. I just wasn't expecting it. Like, at all."

Aside from the fact that there is a tub of rocky road ice cream sitting forgotten on the floor, Blaine's lack of coherent thought can attest to this.

It is interesting how sex and intimacy progresses over the years. While Kurt and Blaine are approaching their third year anniversary, they are far from becoming bored with each other. Kurt's initial hesitation concerning sex and the couple's combined lack of experience only left for perfect opportunities of experimentation.

So despite the public sex that Blaine got to cross off of his bucket list the other day, there are things like this that they have not encountered yet.

Kurt standing there in nothing but an apron feels oddly misplaced yet the intimacy of how exposed it is makes it feel so right.

Blaine is sure that after the initial shock and excitement wears off, he'll bask in the glow of just how comfortable it all is.

Right now, though, he is sort of distracted by how the sunlight in the room is lighting up a generous amount of Kurt's skin.

"Ça te plaît?" Kurt pulls back and gives a little twirl for Blaine.

"Okay, no, I'm going to have to draw the line here because if you start speaking French I might actually pass out and where is the fun in that?"

"Oh, t'inquiète pas, darling," Kurt practically purrs, "I'm done teasing you." Kurt purposefully steps toward Blaine and stops close enough that their noses are practically touching. Kurt starts to crouch down just as Blaine reaches out to graze the back of his hand down Kurt's arm and Blaine thinks he may have spoken too soon about the passing out bit.

Kurt looks up at Blaine from beneath his eyelashes and his lips curl up in a coquettish smirk. He places his hands on Blaine's hips and squeezes gently, causing Blaine's eyes to slide shut reflexively in response.

Just as he is about to say something about how hot this all is, Kurt's hands are gone just as soon as they had appeared and Blaine's eyes snap open again to see Kurt standing in front of him, a wicked grin on his face as he dangles the bag of almonds in front of Blaine's face.

"Thanks for the almonds, honey. And the eggs. Gosh, I'm starving, aren't you?" And with that, he turns on his heel with a wink and heads back toward the counter, leaving Blaine behind once again to gather his jaw off of the floor.

Blaine stares dumbly at the bare muscles of Kurt's back as he prepares the ingredients on the counter. "Blaine, put away the groceries, would you?" Dammit, Blaine can hear Kurt smiling as he talks. "The ice cream is melting."

Kurt jumps when Blaine bites down hard on the top of his shoulder. "Why do you insist on torturing me?" Blaine whines into Kurt's ear, hands petting at Kurt's arms.

"You make it much too easy," Kurt replies evenly, not even pausing in his preparations.

"I would argue that you make it much too easy but either way I still lose and you're still standing here very, very naked," Blaine answers, leaning in even closer and watching the way Kurt deftly cracks each egg one-handed. He should not find that nearly as hot as he does.

"Blaine. Ice cream," Kurt says, "Please."

With a reluctant and drawn out groan, Blaine unplasters himself from Kurt's back, but not without letting his fingers linger over the dimples at the base of Kurt's spine as he does so.

He doesn't miss Kurt's shiver. "How can you just stand there wearing practically nothing and be so blasé about it?" Blaine asks with his eyes glued to Kurt as he puts things away.

"Epic amounts of self-restraint and the gratifying reward of knowing it is driving you insane right now," Kurt turns to look at him and pushes at his headband a little. He starts to put the baking pan in his hand in the oven before Blaine quickly takes it away from him and does it himself. "Thank you.

But no, after the first twenty minutes of feeling incredibly awkward I've found it's quite... freeing. I don't know why we don't do this more often, to be honest."

Blaine tugs Kurt toward him and kisses him firmly on the mouth. "Because we would never get anything done," he laughs.

"That's probably true," Kurt hums as Blaine traces a finger up and down his spine. "After these past few months that doesn't sound like such a bad thing."

Blaine kisses Kurt again, this time slowly and he brings a hand up to cup the back of Kurt's neck, the other moving down to squeeze the swell of his ass. "I wholeheartedly agree."

Blaine tries to pull Kurt backward toward the bedroom and is happy to discover that Kurt follows willingly. Still kissing, with Kurt starting to undo each button of Blaine's shirt, they stumble along. By the time they reach the doorway, they're already breathless and Kurt has managed to push off Blaine's shirt, his hands warm and desperate against Blaine's chest.

Blaine breaks the kiss to catch his breath, and the two lean against each other in the doorway, panting. "You're wearing too many clothes," Kurt whispers, "I feel under-dressed." He presses a quick kiss against Blaine's lips and then his chin.

"Sorry," is all Blaine manages and he makes to undo his belt.

And that's when the doorbell rings.

"Oh my god," Kurt bites out at the same time that Blaine groans, "You've got to be kidding me!"

"Ignore it," Blaine says. But whoever is at the door starts knocking. And they don't stop.

"Blaine-" Kurt pushes at Blaine, who is desperately trying to recapture Kurt's lips.

"Fine. Fine. I'll get it," He leans in and kisses Kurt, biting his bottom lip quickly before tearing away. "Don't go anywhere."

"Just get the damn door, Blaine," Kurt huffs out because the knocking is unrelenting.

Rachel Berry should be considered lucky to be alive right this moment for a few reasons. One, because she and Blaine are almost equally matched in size and Blaine knows what she lacks in inches she makes up for in feistiness. Two, because he has a strict no-hitting-girls policy. And three, because he's pretty sure if he killed her Finn would come looking and that's a fight he would definitely lose.

"Rachel!" Blaine hisses as he quickly runs into the hall, closing the door behind him. "What are you doing here?"

"I think maybe I should have called ahead and asked if you were decent," is all Rachel replies with, giving Blaine's shirtless torso a once-over then blinking up at him.

"For future reference, when in doubt, do that. Always do that," Blaine sincerely hopes Kurt cannot hear them through the paper-thin walls of this apartment building. Leave it to Rachel to ruin a surprise. "Again, what are you doing here?"

"Oh! Well, I'm guessing you didn't get my email?"

"Which one? I have about fifty from you sitting in my inbox right now," Blaine says dryly, trying to remember why he loves this crazy, infuriating girl.

"My itinerary was unexpectedly and unfortunately altered. I was wondering why I never received your reply. That was a week ago," Rachel informs him matter-of-factly, tugging lightly on the hem of her navy blue skirt. "As you can see, I have arrived a day ahead of schedule." It is only then that Blaine sees the several bright-pink suitcases sitting behind her in the hallway.

"You need a place to stay, don't you?" Blaine asks, squeezing his eyes shut and attempting to will the situation away.

"Are you okay? You look a little flushed," she says, peering up at him with scrutinizing eyes.

"I'm fine. Just-I might know someone who can take you in for the night," Blaine says, and from within his apartment he can hear the oven timer go off, then some clanging of metal. He considers going inside to get his phone but that would risk Kurt seeing or hearing Rachel, both of which are very likely with her. "Can I borrow your phone?"

"Of course," she hands him a rhinestone-encrusted Blackberry and Blaine quickly dials in the number and hopes beyond hope that there's an answer.

"H'lo?" A sleepy voice picks up after the sixth ring and Blaine sighs with relief. Rachel's eyebrows shoot up in amusement but says nothing; instead she looks around the hallway trying to pretend that she isn't eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Jeff! I have a favor to ask of you," Blaine hasn't spoken to the blonde-haired boy since his Halloween party last year but this is where Blaine is thankful for his all-boys private school education. Warblers tend to stay united. "And if you want, you can totally collect on this later, as well."

"Blaine?" This might work to Blaine's favor, if Jeff is this tired. He hates to take advantage but as he looks over at Rachel who is tapping her foot impatiently against the tile of the floor, he figures this could be an exception.

"Can Rachel stay at your place for the night?" Blaine asks quickly, and then adds, "Just for the night," as reassurance.

There's a silence on the other end of the phone and Blaine thinks Jeff might have fallen back asleep. "Rachel Berry," the boy says flatly.

"Look, I know it's last minute and it's not ideal," Rachel rolls her eyes exaggeratedly, "But it would mean a lot to me." If it were anyone else, Blaine would call one of his college friends, but he needs someone familiar with Rachel's particular brand of... charm.

Jeff sighs loudly on the other end of the line, clearly torn. "Fine. But she sleeps on the couch," Blaine decides he'll leave that detail out to Rachel and happily hangs up after saying a quick goodbye to former-Warbler.

He hurriedly gives directions to Jeff's place in New Jersey before shooing a reluctant Rachel away, only barely remembering to call after her that he's happy to see her and that he's glad she came this week as she disappears behind the elevator doors.

When he makes it back into the apartment, Kurt is sitting at the dining table, notably more clothed, and eating.

"... Mood effectively ruined?" Blaine ventures, knowing full well that there is no way they can return to their former activities after Rachel-Berry: Moment-Killer turned up.

"Do you even have to ask?" Kurt echoes Blaine's thoughts. "Who was at the door?"

Blaine hates lying to Kurt. But this will be worth it. "Solicitors. Selling candy for... something."

"I don't know why you bother, Blaine. You're too-"

"I'm too nice, I know," Blaine says with a dapper smile. "But you love it," He walks over to place a kiss on Kurt's cheek before helping himself to the long-awaited meal.

"So, I do believe it is your turn to decide what is on the agenda for today," Blaine says a few hours later where they are lounging on the balcony, enjoying the sunset and glasses of lemonade.

"Well, my first plan fell through so horrifically," Kurt says sadly, and Blaine looks over at him to see the boy's face pulled into a grimace.

"I don't know, I think you looked cute in that apron," Blaine comments airily and he takes a sip of his drink.

"Cute," Kurt repeats shortly. He's clearly irked about his plan not going as smoothly as he had hoped.

"I'd go as far as to say hot, even," Blaine adds, attempting a tone of casualness.

"Really," Kurt replies, and this time he turns to meet Blaine's eyes.

"Positively sexy," Blaine lets his fingers skate over the condensation on his glass.

"... go on," Blaine knows he has Kurt's full attention now. Flattery will get him everywhere.

"I'm actually sort of glad we were interrupted and had the chance to have brunch. You looked so damn delicious in that get-up I could have just eaten you up," Blaine grins toothily over at Kurt who just quirks an eyebrow at him.

"And you were doing so well, too," Kurt clicks his tongue and gets up, plucking the glass out of Blaine's hands before he has a chance to say anything else.

But Blaine just laughs and leans back in his chair, watching the sky change colors slowly.

He's just about to wonder where Kurt had gone when the man bursts back onto the balcony with a fantastic smile on his face. "I know just what we can do tonight!"

Blaine sits up, curious, "What?"

Kurt clasps his hands in front of him and bounces on the balls of his feet, "We're going dancing."

Two hours, seven outfits, and one can of hairspray later Blaine finds himself being dragged along the sidewalk past bars clouded with cigarette smoke and restaurants touting the day's specials.

In the glow from the street-lights Blaine can see Kurt's face lit up in excitement as he makes his way down the block. Every few steps he glances at Blaine and Blaine can see his eyes sparkling with... so much that Blaine cannot seem to put into words at the moment.

Kurt looks drop-dead gorgeous in his eighth and final outfit. Below a silver belt, his black jeans seem to hug his thighs tighter than usual (if that's even possible) and his Zara boots draw the eye down seamlessly. The top he's chosen pulls across his lean chest and shows just the right amount of shoulder. The contrast of aubergine against his skin makes him look practically incandescent. Blaine has to keep fighting the urge to push him against a filthy alley wall and undo two hours of work in under just ten minutes.

Kurt is saying something, "-recommended this place. She said it's the absolute best place to go dancing." Kurt stops suddenly and Blaine stumbles into the quick but dirty kiss Kurt presses to his lips, causing Blaine to feel weak in the knees. Dancing seems like a dangerous affair if it's to keep going in this direction, he thinks.

With a seductive wink Kurt pulls Blaine along as they slip past a bouncer in the doorway of a nondescript building. But the moment they pass the threshold Blaine is temporarily blinded as his eyes readjust to the radical lighting of the room. The room glows pink from the neon lights lining the walls, casting strange shadows across the crowd. Blaine looks up to see a large mirror ball hovering above his head as Kurt continues to wade through the crowd, which despite it being a Tuesday night is surprisingly packed-presumably with college students celebrating the break just as the young couple is.

The deeper they get into the club, the more Blaine's thoughts are drowned out by the reverberating music, heavy on the bass so much that his bones are vibrating. Kurt stops in the middle of the floor, tugging Blaine up against his chest and already swaying his hips along with the rhythm of whatever Top 40s mix is playing.

The heat from the press of people around them is just this side of overwhelming and Blaine keeps knocking elbows with someone to his right but he barely even notices as he watches Kurt lose himself to the moment. His eyes are currently closed and he's let go of Blaine's hands to throw his arms above his head, but with each gyration of his hips his thighs brush against Blaine's.

Kurt's neck is glossy with a layer of sweat, the now white neon lights from the walls making his skin practically sparkle. Blaine grips Kurt's waist and moves with him, not taking his eyes off the beautiful man twisting in front of him.

The lights change yet again as the music transitions smoothly into another song-something lighter on the base but twice as fast. Kurt's form is cast in green and then blue and then purple. His arms drop and rest around Blaine's neck and he finally opens his eyes. Blaine has long enough to register how dark his eyes look before Kurt is pulling him in for a slow kiss, an odd contrast to the chaotic energy around them.

There are so many people around them that nobody bothers to notice the couple stopped in the middle of the room; it's a good thing, too, because as Kurt makes to pull away Blaine grips the back of his head to bring him back in. He licks his way into Kurt's mouth before Kurt is pushing him gently away, running his hands down and back up Blaine's chest.

Kurt's face is now split into a wide grin as he tosses his head side to side to the beat of the music. Kurt shouts something to him and Blaine just nods to him. Right now, he would probably agree to anything Kurt says. Blaine lets him take the lead as they dance; he watches as Kurt lets loose and Blaine is lost in awe as he moves with him.

The deafening sound of the music is just enough to allow them to get lost in the beat. There's no chance and no room for second-thoughts. In the strange light of the dance floor Kurt is effortlessly sexy and as usual, Blaine finds himself feeding off of the confidence Kurt is exuding.

It is all a far leap from that day in the warehouse but the knowledge that this is still the same boy from that day makes it all the more intoxicating. In just a few years Kurt has grown not only with Blaine but because of Blaine. With each kiss, each touch, each word, and each moment they have learned from each other.

It all has led up to this and Blaine's nerves tingle with excitement at the thought of what is yet to come. Right now, his heart swells with pride and something hinting of possessiveness.

Kurt's fingers dig into his ribs, effectively bringing Blaine back into the present and holding him there. Blaine brings a hand up to wipe the sweat off of his brow and rolls his hips against Kurt's thigh.

The music changes and Kurt's face lights up in delight and Blaine laughs, the sound lost in the room. For a while, the mood shifts to silliness as the two whip out their claws, pawing at each other through a club-remix of Bad Romance.

After that, the lights go out entirely and there's a beat of emptiness filled only by the roar of the crowd as the DJ prepares a new set. Blaine feels himself being tugged at the shoulders until Kurt has Blaine's back flush against his chest. He feels Kurt's breath ghost along the side of his neck before the wet press of his lips sliding against the salty skin there. Despite the oppressive heat of the dance floor, Blaine feels a shiver run down his spine.

The lights come back up, blinking rapidly and Blaine only gets glimpses of the people in front of him as the strobe light pulses along with the bass of the new song.

Blaine gasps, and he isn't sure if it's from the suffocating heat or out of surprise, as Kurt's hands trail over his torso. Blaine brings his own hands to grasp at the back of Kurt's neck behind him, exposing more of his body to Kurt's roaming touch. The fact that other people keep brushing up against them as the crowd heaves to and fro to the music makes it seem so much more intimate.

Blaine's feeling of possessiveness flares but it seems Kurt's feeling it as well. His fingers flex over the now damp material of Blaine's shirt, gripping the muscle beneath. A memory of yesterday flashes through his mind before everything is forgotten again as one of Kurt's hands play with a belt loop, a thumb sliding beneath the fabric.

He wonders how much farther Kurt will go; how far he'll let him.

If the music weren't still vibrating throughout his entire body, Blaine is sure he could feel Kurt's heart pounding against his back, if he's feeling anything that Blaine is feeling.

They are not teenagers anymore but they aren't exactly adults, either. The desperation of sixteen has not quite melted into the slow burn of maturity. Adolescence is a potent tonic and it spikes the blood with just enough need, just enough urgency to make Blaine's head swim with the sensation of vertigo. He simultaneously flying, falling, and being held in place by the firm grasp of Kurt's embrace.

It's intoxication without alcohol; the cleanest form of ecstasy, but Blaine will forever remember feeling dirty in the best of ways.

Teeth graze along the shell of his ear and the words, "perfect opportunities for experimentation" echo in his mind before his eyes slide shut and he just feels.

Blaine feels the reverberations of the music and he feels Kurt's hands mapping out his body, never stopping long enough in one place, and he feels Kurt's breath along his neck and he feels the heat pressing in on them and he feels the crowd lurching and pitching to the rhythm.

He can't hear what Kurt is saying and maybe he isn't saying anything at all but the close brush of Kurt's lips against his ear and the gentle gusts of breath send Blaine's mind into overdrive as he imagines all of the things Kurt could be saying in this moment. They've barely graced the threshold of dirty talk in the past but Blaine imagines Kurt's lips shaping over words like I want you or You're mine or even God, I wish I could have you right here.

Kurt shifts a knee between Blaine's thighs and Blaine instinctively pushes back. Immediately, the two match the beat of the music with the rocking of their hips. Blaine's eyes fly open for a second, remembering where they are. The movement is intensely erotic and intimate and again Blaine feels Kurt's hands grip his sides, this time lower. Kurt fingers the hallows of his hip-bones through his shirt and tugs Blaine closer.

They have lost track of how long they have been there-the crowd hasn't thinned and the music shows no sign of letting up. But something inside of Blaine has been building slowly. Slowly, but intensely.

The feeling is somewhat foreign to him. It's forceful and Blaine is afraid that when it crests he won't be sure what to do with it. Blaine probably won't ever be able to put a name to it, but in years to come this feeling of such passion-so adult, so mature, so delicious-will become familiar in the same way one enjoys resting at the end of a long day: it's bone-deep and never gets old.

Tonight, Kurt and Blaine will only get a glimpse of it; the first of many. When Kurt moves his body along with Blaine's, hips rocking, shoulders shifting, legs straining, it is as if the movements themselves are powering the electricity between their bodies.

Kurt's lips find their place again along the strain of muscle on Blaine's neck and he bites, causing something inside Blaine to snap. Without thinking about it, he's pulling Kurt back through the crowd, now doused in a red light. Kurt goes willingly, gripping Blaine's hand tightly as both of their palms are slick with sweat.

The cool air of the New York street hits them like a wall and its effect is almost sobering. Almost. There's a ringing in Blaine's ears and he looks over at Kurt next to him and is surprised to find the man looking positively debauched. His eyelids are hooded, his lips are parted as he breathes raggedly, and his skin has a beautiful red flush to it that Blaine wants to keep there forever.

Without speaking, Kurt throws out an arm to hail a taxi and then laughs-the sound raspy but gorgeous nonetheless-because the arm is the one still attached to Blaine, who has decided that he can't bear to stop touching this man. Through the haze of passion in Kurt's eyes, fondness manages to creep through before turning dark with want once again as he hauls Blaine practically on top of his lap into the back of a cab.

The drive back to their flat is less than two miles away but the taxi ride might as well be considered torture to the two. By the time they are climbing out on to their own street Blaine can't even remember anything other than the hot press of Kurt's thigh against his own in the back seat.

The elevator ride is much the same. In the small space the tension is palpable, the two holding each other's hands in a death grip and the small space between their shoulders practically crackling with energy.

When they fall through the door of their apartment, it's as if they never left the club. Kurt pushes Blaine against the back of the couch, moving his body against Blaine's just as they did to the music on the dance-floor. Blaine can feel that Kurt is hard through his jeans and that feeling of need flares deep in his chest.

For a second, the thought of how indistinguishable need and want have become with Kurt flashes through his mind, before Kurt is reminding him of why he feels that way in the first place with yet another slow roll of his hips against Blaine's.

"Kurt," the name comes out low and broken against the boy's lips. Kurt answers by sucking Blaine's lower lip between his own and trapping it between his teeth, pulling a groan out of Blaine.

Blaine clutches harder to Kurt's waist, ruching up his shirt in order to stroke at the soft skin underneath. Kurt's head falls forward onto Blaine's shoulder and he begins to undo the buttons of Blaine's tight black shirt with shaky fingers. He only gets part of the way before giving up completely and impatiently shoving the shirt up over Blaine's shoulders, who complies easily.

Blaine is rutting up against Kurt's thigh, already feeling the heat and tension coil low in his belly but he wants more and he gives a strangled sort of sigh of relief as Kurt tugs him in the direction of the bedroom.

The back of Kurt's legs hit the edge of the bed and he falls haphazardly into a sitting position where Blaine is quick to follow, straddling his lap and tugging at the hem of Kurt's shirt. Kurt raises his arms to let Blaine pull it off then falls back in order to balance himself, lurching Blaine forward a little and causing their erections to rub against each other, the feeling blunted through layers of fabric.

Blaine splays a hand across Kurt's chest and pushes him all the way onto his back before sinking to his knees on the floor to make quick work of Kurt's belt and then his boots, tossing them aside to who cares where.

From his perch on the floor Blaine can see Kurt's chest heaving as he breathes hard and while Blaine can't see his face, he imagines Kurt's eyes closed, biting his lip as he concentrates on the sensation of everything.

The touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets.

Blaine undoes the fly of Kurt's jeans then peels them off and for the second time today he's left with a very nearly naked Kurt before him. He slides his palms up and over Kurt's legs, relishing just how masculine Kurt feels beneath his hands: the muscles of his thighs and the dusting of hair along his legs. Not to mention the heat radiating off of his skin or the heady scent that is undeniably Kurt that Blaine's senses always manage to zero in on.

Blaine runs his thumbs over the crease where Kurt's hips meet his inner thigh and he can feel Kurt shudder at the touch. The charcoal briefs leave little to the imagination as Blaine takes in the solid outline of Kurt's erection straining against the fabric and he leans forward to mouth at it, eliciting a long-awaited groan from his boyfriend.

Blaine grips the elastic band and tugs, and Kurt arches his back, lifting his hips enough for Blaine to finally rid him completely of the garment. Blaine's nails scrape against Kurt's ribs and he bends down to kiss lightly over his abdomen, his cheek brushing over the light trail of hair there leading downward.

The silence of their bedroom in comparison to the cacophony of the club undercuts the moment with a different kind of weight. Blaine is acutely aware of how small their bedroom is; the air around them is thick and envelopes them and the sweat clinging to Kurt's skin is spicy like cloves. It cloys the atmosphere further but in a way that makes Blaine's mouth water while he peppers kisses to as much of the flushed skin underneath him that he can reach.

He can feel the pressure of Kurt's erection against his stomach from his place above him and as he captures one of Kurt's nipples lightly between his teeth, he winds a hand between them to stroke Kurt with long pulls, just enough to get him panting.

"Oh, god, Bl-Blaine," Kurt rasps, his hands flying up to frame either side of Blaine's face and he toys with the stray curls that sit just above his ears there.

Kurt grips Blaine by the back of the neck and yanks him up, crushing their lips together, teeth clacking against each other in the process. For several minutes they kiss, Kurt taking charge and Blaine going willingly with him as Kurt licks into his mouth, biting occasionally and they both have to break apart a few times to catch their breath.

"How-why are you still wearing clothes?" Kurt's voice is reedy and he starts to sit up, forcing Blaine backward off the bed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to out-dress me today," and Kurt laughs and Blaine wonders at how he can laugh in a moment like this and all he wants to do is capture that beautiful sound with his mouth once again.

"Impossible," Blaine inhales sharply as Kurt cups him through his jeans, pressing the heel of his palm against his cock, before pushing both his pants and underwear off in one swift movement. Blaine nearly trips on the clothes pooled at his feet as Kurt falls back onto the bed with every intention of bringing Blaine down with him.

Kurt's legs fall open and Blaine settles himself between them, taking no pretense before moving down Kurt's body and sucking his cock into the wet heat of his mouth. Kurt keens and grips at the sheets, then tangles his fingers in Blaine's hair, digging his fingernails into his scalp just enough to send goosebumps across Blaine's back.

From Kurt's vantage point, propped up some against the headboard, he watches Blaine with lust-glazed eyes. Blaine breaks off to lick a stripe along the underside of Kurt's length and Kurt shudders when Blaine's eyes meet his before taking him back in and swirling his tongue in ways that make Kurt's thighs quake.

Blaine is eagerly rutting against the mattress as well in an effort to create some friction for himself and he groans around Kurt's cock when it hits just right. Blaine can feel Kurt tense in a warning sign that he's close and he pulls off once again. He quickly bends down to nip at the underside of Kurt's thigh, eliciting a surprised yelp from the other boy.

Blaine just grins devilishly up at him and plasters himself against Kurt, clutching to the heated and flushed body beneath him as they move together, harkening back to the rhythm of the dance-floor that seems so far removed from this moment they are in now.

Blaine's mouth is attached to Kurt's throat where he can feel the broken sounds getting caught there and Kurt's hands knead the soft flesh of Blaine's ass, attempting to pull him closer.

Somehow, Blaine breaks away from Kurt's neck and pushes against Kurt's chest in order to sit up and reach for the bottle of lube still sitting on the night stand. Kurt blinks slowly up at him as Blaine spreads some on his fingers and reaches behind himself, his lips parting as he pushes one then two fingers in.

Kurt reflexively rocks up a little, grasping at Blaine's hips and making broken, impatient noises as all he can do is watch while Blaine prepares himself. Blaine's head is thrown back and his eyes are closed but he looks down at Kurt long enough to tease, "Impatient, are we?" But the last word breaks as he manages to stroke over that perfect spot.

Kurt arches beneath him, simultaneously pulling Blaine down and rocking up as he grinds out, "Not impatient," He gasps when Blaine takes hold of his erection and begins to spread lube over it. Kurt's eyes darken, "Enthusiastic."

He pulls Blaine in for a fierce kiss, swiping his tongue over Blaine's teeth and nipping at his lower lip and Blaine moans into it, pitching forward a little as he settles over Kurt.

Kurt throws his arms over Blaine's shoulders just as Blaine seats himself on Kurt in one smooth motion, causing Kurt to inhale and Blaine to exhale. Their breathing is erratic as Blaine adjusts but it's not long before they start moving together again, hips rolling in a dance they're forever learning.

"Ah, yes," Kurt hisses as Blaine bears down, their pace fast and desperate from the beginning. The heated silence of the room has only been replaced by their laboring breaths, the arrhythmic smack of flesh, and the occasional moan of somebody's name.

Kurt sits up some and hooks his arms under Blaine's, his mouth taking in one of Blaine's nipples as the shorter boy strains over him, his legs burning with the effort but his body shaking with the pleasure ricocheting through his bones.

"Fuck, Kurt, please," Blaine's voice is thread and he's so close that when Kurt finally takes hold of his cock, the tip beaded with pre-come, it only takes a few strokes before he's coming between them hard; is orgasm racking through him with terrible ferocity.

"Blaine," Kurt keens, nails scratching down Blaine's back as he follows after, continuing to thrust up into Blaine until the sensation of over-sensitivity kicks in and the two collapse onto the bed, Blaine falling halfway off of Kurt with his head pressed against his chest.

For several minutes, the couple just lay there-Blaine listening to Kurt's heartbeat resume its normal pace and Kurt tracing his name idly into the hair on Blaine's arm.

"So... did you have fun?" Kurt's voice comes out as barely more than a whisper and Blaine can't help but smile.

"Oh yeah," he says, unable to put together much more than that. The events of the day are starting to sink in to his skin, his muscles, his bones and he's already anticipating what is sure to be the best night of sleep he'll get all year.

"I'm glad," Kurt replies, his voice is thick with exhaustion as he stretches his arms above his head and shifts a little, burrowing into the folds of the bed some more.

In the back of his head somewhere, Blaine is aware that they should probably get up to get cleaned up but he's also aware that Kurt will somehow manage that between now and morning, that amazing man of his. Blaine's last thought before drifting off into a deep sleep is of the day ahead of them and he hopes Kurt gets a good night's rest, because he never really deals well with surprises.