By the time they reached the apartment building, they could almost read each other's minds. It had been such an emotional night and they both needed that closeness with each other that only intimacy could provide. Blaine looked over at Kurt and took in his appearance while Kurt swiped his card in the lock. He looked at his frostbitten red cheeks and his  perfectly tousled hair that seemed to aim for the sky, just like Kurt did. He would forever be amazed at how Kurt never gave up and chased his dream. Sure, he didn't get into NYADA (Rachel be damned), but he was still in New York with Blaine as a music teacher and him working at Vogue. Not a bad life if you asked Blaine.
                They took the elevator, both not having enough patience for the stairs. As soon as the doors closed, Kurt  cornered him and attacked Blaine's lips with his own, letting his tongue sweep across Blaine's lower lip in an attempt to deepen the kiss. Blaine hummed approvingly and quickly obliged, his own tongue doing a dance with Kurt's.
                Once they reached their floor, both men's faces were flushed and they had crazy hair. They practically ran to their apartment door and Kurt fumbled just to get the key into the lock. Blaine plastered himself to Kurt's back with his hands groping Kurt's chest. Kurt started to laugh, but the sound was quickly cut off by the realization that he could feel Blaine's erection on his ass, and then the game was over. He needed Blaine now.
                Kurt finally got the door open and they stumbled into the hallway, Blaine still stuck to Kurt's back. Blaine kicked the door closed and they separated long enough to practically rip their coats off and throw them in the general direction of the couch. They kicked off their shoes, and Blaine swept Kurt off of his feet bridal-style and began to carry him to their bedroom.
                "Blaine!" Kurt laughed. "Let me down, it's not going to be romantic when you drop me on my ass!"
                Blaine ignored this, and carried Kurt directly to the bed. Kurt had grown hard by this time and was quite honestly done waiting. Blaine could sense his urgency though, and climbed over him until he was straddling Kurt's lap.
                "I want you to fuck me." Blaine all but growled. Kurt giggled at this.
                "Um..honey? You kind of have to let me on top for that one." Blaine was surprised Kurt wasn't getting the memo yet, so he took action. He ground his ass down onto Kurt's hard-on, and Kurt moaned loudly.
                "Get it, honey?" Blaine asked, mocking Kurt's earlier tone and smirking. Kurt was finding it hard to be exactly eloquent when Blaine was putting delicious friction on his cock like that even through the four layers of god forbidden separating fabric.
                "Oh, just get naked you bastard." Kurt beamed at him though, obviously not frustrated. Blaine jumped off of his lap too soon for Kurt's liking and started peeling off his clothes. Kurt stayed on the bed and removed each piece of clothing slowly, almost-no, definitely giving Blaine a show. He got down to his boxers and slipped his socks off. Blaine was staring at the obvious tent that had formed in Kurt's boxers and climbed back on top of him.
                Kurt leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the half used bottle of lube and a condom from the second drawer. Helping Blaine shimmy out of his boxers and then taking care of his own, they were finally naked and tangled together. Blaine leaned down to give Kurt a sensual kiss, but kind of slipped on the way and he landed chest to chest on top of Kurt. Blaine was blushing furiously but Kurt paid no attention. He lubed up two fingers while still kissing Blaine to distract him and drew them up and over Blaine's back to his hole. He swiped one finger over it and rubbed lightly. Blaine was reduced to a whimpering mess.
                "K-Kurt, please, oh god." Kurt finally gave mercy and pressed one finger inside of Blaine. Blaine immediately relaxed, trying to prove to Kurt he was ready for more. Kurt quickly added another finger, and then another. Blaine put his face in the nape of Kurt's neck and shuddered a breath. He was soon riding Kurt's fingers and Kurt decided him ready. He pulled his fingers from Blaine's entrance and Blaine sat back up, taking the condom wrapper and ripping it open with his teeth.
                He rolled the condom over Kurt's now painfully hard erection and used his thighs to push himself up and over it. Blaine grasped Kurt's length, pumping the shaft a few times, and positioned it over his hole. He sunk down onto Kurt's cock slowly but surely and at last bottomed out. Kurt was getting impatient but Blaine was taking his sweet time getting used to and savoring the feeling of being so full. He loved it.
                "Blaine, f-fuck. Move, Christ."
                "Just ‘Blaine' would be fine." He replied cheekily. Kurt slapped his ass playfully and grabbed Blaine's hips, guiding him up and off of his cock. Blaine surprised Kurt by letting gravity take over and dropping back down.
                "Fuck! Blaine, fuck, oh my god. Ugh." He kept riding Kurt, stopping every once in a while to bottom out and gyrate his hips, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Kurt's spine.
                "Kurt, kurt, fuck me. Fuck me!" Kurt started to meet Blaine thrust for thrust and they were both nearing completion. Kurt grabbed Blaine's cock and started to pump in time to his thrusts. One, two, three pumps and Blaine was done. He came hard, squirting cum onto Kurt's chest.
                "Kuuuurt!" He then started thrusting into Blaine more harshly, and after about a half dozen more, he came. Blaine could feel Kurt filling the condom deep inside of him, and was so distant in his post-orgasm haze that he could only barely register Kurt moaning what seemed to be a stream of curses and his name.
                Blaine stayed there until Kurt was finished, and pulled himself off of Kurt's dick with his overworked, burning thighs. He slid the condom off of Kurt and threw it into the trashcan on his side of the bed. Bringing the covers up from the end of the bed, Blaine pulled them over himself and Kurt. He cuddled into Kurt's side and laid his head on Kurt's chest.
                There was a moment of silence before Kurt spoke up. "Well this was certainly a productive evening." Blaine just snorted and closed his eyes.
                "Can we clean up tomorrow? My legs feel like they might collapse from under me if I get up."
                "Sure. But you're cleaning your cum off of me tomorrow." He looked over at Blaine and smiled.
                Blaine smirked back and replied "You sure know how to set a mood, you sweet talker, you."
                "I try."
                "I love you."
                "I love you, too."
                "Goodnight, Kurt."
                "Goodnight, Blaine."
                Blaine reached over Kurt to shut off the lamp on the nightstand and snuggled back into Kurt, then they both drifted off to sleep.