Chapter eight.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
They were splayed out on the living room floor, covered by the blue blanket they kept on the couch. Blaine's arms were secure around Kurt's back as they smaller boy laid on his chest. The carpet was soft, but hard. They'd been going at it for hours, all around the apartment. It was like they haven't seen each other for ten years. Kurt would say it was sealing the deal.
"We should go to bed, huh?" Blaine yawned, carding his fingers through Kurt's soft, light brown hair. Kurt leaned into the touch. Blaine sat them both up, stretching.
"Hmm," Kurt hummed as Blaine stood up, "yeah. I have school tomorrow. Bullocks."
"Hey, no need for British slang," Blaine said, pulling Kurt up to his feet. Kurt chuckled.
"There's always need for British slang you noob."
*****
Kurt collapsed on the bed next to Blaine, not even caring to be under the warm covers. It was quite chilly, but he had Blaine. He curled into Blaine's side.
"Goodnight, love." Blaine whispered, pulling a sheet over the two of them.
"'Night night." Kurt yawned.
*****
"So, I haven't heard much about school. Is everything alright?"Blaine asked as they ate their ramen noodles the next night.
It was nine o'clock on a Monday. Neither of them, obviously, had the best morning. It was Monday, after all. Blaine has to wake up earlier than on weekends, shifting his schedule. And Kurt has school.
When Blaine got home, Kurt immediately jumped on him. They kissed passionately for a while, ripping off all layers of fabric. Blaine had him up against the wall first. Then the kitchen island. After that, Kurt was tired, so Blaine took him to the couch and didn't make him do anything. Which made Blaine exhausted. Then they found themselves in need of warmth and food. Blaine put Kurt's cloths on for him before dressing himself. They watched a movie before settling on the floor in the hallway with bowls of noodles.
"Oh it's... Fine." Kurt replied, resting his head on the wall.
"Good." Blaine said, smiling. "Is everyone nice?"
"For the most part. But I really wouldn't know. I don't really talk to anyone."
"What?" Blaine asked, shoving another fork full of noodles in his mouth, "Why not?"
"I don't do good with other people."Blaine watched as Kurt stood up with his bowl. "And I don't really like talking to other people first. If they want to talk to me, they'll talk to me."
Kurt walked to the kitchen and put his bowl in the sink before grabbing a ginger izze from the shelf of the fridge. When he turned around, Blaine was putting his own bowl in the sink.
"Well, has anyone?" Blaine asked, pulling Kurt to his chest by the waist. Kurt only shook his head. Blaine pouted his lower lip. Kurt rolled his eyes before kissing Blaine cheek, and traveling down his jaw, to his ear. Blaine responded by smoothing his hand down to Kurt's leg, pulling his to his waist.
He felt Kurt unzip his jeans before sliding down his body, making Blaine release his leg. They remained in the middle of the kitchen while Kurt sucked Blaine into his mouth. Making Blaine unsteady. He held Kurt's head to keep him still while he thrusted his hips. Kurt took him in as far as he could, almost choking. He tried breathing through his nose, but it was useless. He didn't care, any how.
Blaine cried out as Kurt pulled away with a slight popping sound. They both knew that is was almost enough for Blaine.
Before Blaine knew it, Kurt pulled him down to the floor, and started shucking off his cloths. Kurt pushed Blaine on his back. The floor was cold, but watching Kurt strip down to nothing made Blaine warm. Kurt didn't say anything. He just straddled Blaine, lining up their hips before dropping down. Blaine moaned so loud, it made Kurt shake. They went slow at first, teasing each other. Their hips came to life within second. Kurt couldn't sit up any longer, and, without stoping the movement of his hips, slouched over so that his elbows were resting on the floor.
"Ahh," Kurt gasped as he felt Blaine fill him. Kurt came not long after, slowing down their hips until they came to a complete stop. They collapsed next to each other.
"God, Kurt," Blaine breathed, rolling on top of the younger boy, "that wasn't expected."
Kurt nodded and laughed. "I know."
Blaine breathed heavily, dropping his mouth to Kurt's cheek, peppering feather like kisses all over his face.
"You owe me big time." Kurt said, out of breath.
Blaine's head snapped up."Did I hurt you?!"
"No! God no. I'm just..." Kurt laughed, "wow that was exhausting."
Blaine sighed in relief, "thank god. It's just, I know that, from what I've heard, it hurts sometimes."
"Really?" Kurt said, a little scared.
"Yeah. But don't worry. I'm sure you aren't one of the people that have those problems." Blaine said quickly.
"Yeah. Yeah, probably not. If I was, we would know by now. I mean, we barely have time to breath before we star going at it..."