"Oh come on, Kurt. It'll be fun!" Time to think quick.

"I'm sorry, Finn. Do you have memory problems? Have you completely forgotten what happened the last time Rachel had a party? My boyfriend spent half the night sucking your girlfriend's face off. Does that ring a bell, you know, at all?" Kurt snapped, slamming the dishwasher door shut. There, that should have been sufficiently convincing. It was true, after all.

"We weren't dating them then. That would never happen again and you know it,"�Finn said. Kurt huffed a little, rolled his eyes for dramatic effect, and leaned against the counter.

"All that aside, how do you think we're going to get the parents to let us go?"

Maybe there was a way out of this yet.� One that didn't involve him probably getting teased for being jealous of Rachel, of all people. He wasn't.�Much. Okay, it was ridiculously unfair that she'd gotten to kiss Blaine before he had.

"I'm staying at Puck's and you're staying at Rachel's for a sleepover. Duh."

"So everyone's really just crashing at Rachel's?" Kurt asked, picking at his cuticles. It was definitely time for a manicure. Maybe he should make an appointment. For Friday night. During the party.

"That's the plan. Her dads won't be home until Sunday, so there will be plenty of time for us to pick up before they get back,"�Finn said.

"I don't know, Finn..." Kurt sighed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck and reluctantly meeting his stepbrother's gaze. He couldn't tell Finn the real�reason why he didn't want to go. Literally, there was no way that he could open his mouth and spit out the words, especially since he'd realized how awful it was to hear more than he wanted to about Finn and Rachel's first successful venture into oral territory.

"Blaine wants to go. I already talked to him about it,"�Finn said, "And I promised to score him some marshmallow vodka."

"Still finding ways to thank him for talking to Rachel?"

"Absolutely,"�Finn laughed, stepping up to thump Kurt on the back and knocking him off-balance in the process, "Now come on. Say you'll come."

"Fine,"�Kurt relented, "If we get in trouble, I'm throwing you under the bus."

"I'll jump under it,"�Finn grinned, "Puck's making a booze run. Any requests?"

"Something that tastes good?"�Kurt said, "I don't know.�My only real experience with alcohol was when April kept slipping me bottles of Chablis. So, not Chablis. Not anything even close to it, actually."

"Got it," Finn said, "This is going to be fun, Kurt. I promise."

"Why do I�get the feeling that what you just said will someday end up on a list of famous last words?" Kurt mumbled, resisting the urge to run his fingers through his hair in frustration. Instead, he settled for stomping down the hallway in his Doc Martins behind clueless Finn.

He didn't want to go to the party because this time, he couldn't use trying to impress Blaine as an excuse not to drink. He couldn't use anything as an excuse. The worst part was that he did want to drink. Of all the things he and Blaine had done together, getting drunk wasn't one of them. After learning first-hand last spring what an adorable, though bizarrely straight-acting, drunk Blaine was, he knew that the two of them drinking together had the possibility to get interesting. Very interesting.

When April had given him the Chablis and the vintage muscle magazines, Kurt had discovered a really dangerous thing about himself. When he wasn't so tanked that he wanted to throw up, he was a horny drunk. A really horny drunk. He'd jerked off more times during those few booze-filled days than in entire months combined. So, the prospect of getting drunk with Blaine was enticing, but doing it in a room full of their friends was not.

The week passed by far too quickly for Kurt's liking, and before he knew it, he was fussing with the eggplant-colored bow tie around his neck and holding a glass filled with something that Blaine had mixed for him.

"Why do you look so freaked out?"�Blaine asked, laughing a little and sneaking an arm around Kurt's waist.

"No reason,"�Kurt replied quickly. Too quickly, obviously, because Blaine looked suspicious.

"Then why haven't you had any of the drink I made you yet?�It's marshmallow vodka and orange juice. It's amazing, I promise!" Blaine said, pouting a little. God he was adorable. Adorable and irresistible.

Kurt smiled and tasted the drink that was a little watered down. He'd been holding it so long that the ice had mostly melted. It was pretty tasty. They stood there wrapped up in each other watching the craziness starting up all around them. Santana was already crying about something and hanging all over Brittany, so he was probably safe from them. Rachel was draped across Finn's lap and attempting to suck every last bit of liquid out of her wine cooler bottle. Finn was looking on with a kind of dumbstruck expression that Kurt was sure had everything to do with the advice Blaine had given Rachel.

Quinn, Sam, Mercedes, Artie, Puck, and Lauren were playing quarters, and Mike and Tina were making out in the corner. Everyone was busy, which meant that no one was paying attention to Blaine and Kurt. Kurt finished off his drink in a couple of long sips. He really wanted to get drunk with his hot boyfriend.

"That was good. Make me another?" Kurt asked. Blaine cocked an eyebrow at him for a moment before smiling and leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of Kurt's mouth.

"Another coming right up," Blaine said, backing away and just drinking Kurt in for a few steps before he ran right into Quinn and therein started apologizing profusely.

One more turned into three and Kurt found himself lounging back on the couch surrounded by girls, all of them gossiping and dishing things they probably shouldn't have been. The room had taken on a slightly fuzzy look after the last drink. The one that was now only a few pieces of half-melted ice that Kurt kept chewing on every time he tried to take another sip in hopes that the liquid had magically regenerated since the last time he'd tried.

His desire to keep his drunkenness to himself had been squashed after about two drinks when Mercedes had pulled him across the room and deposited him onto that couch for some 'girl talk.' Blaine had just been starting to get a little silly and frisky, and Kurt just couldn't find it within himself to care about whatever Rachel was slurring about.

"Mike is such a handsy drunk. I can't believe he's stayed over there for so long,"�Tina said, looking at her boyfriend across the room as he was engaged in some kind of lively discussion with Finn, Puck, and Blaine. Blaine was shimmying a little to the music as they talked, giving Kurt a lovely show to watch.

"Puck's just needy. Last time we got drunk here, he spent most of the night hugging me with his head on my boobs and didn't once make a pervy comment about it," Lauren chimed in.

"You sound disappointed," Mercedes said.

"I was! He was finally getting to touch them and all he did was snuggle,"�Lauren laughed.

Kurt tried to focus, but everything had gone kind of spinny in a really wonderful way. He just kind of melted back until he felt himself collide with something warm as he stared at Blaine talking animatedly with his hands across the room. And he definitely wasn't getting a little hard as he watched Blaine's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed down big gulps of his drink. Definitely not.

"Well hello there, Kurt," Rachel said, wrapping her arms around him from behind and resting her head on his shoulder. So that was the warm thing he'd leaned into. "You're a really good friend. Did you know that?" She smelled like her beloved wine coolers. Or, pink, as she had put it the spring before.

"Of course I am," Kurt said.

His tongue wasn't quite working right, but damn did he want to put it to use all over Blaine's body. He looked so good standing over there laughing at something Mike had just said. Maybe he should go over there. He tried to get up, but Rachel's hold on him was tight.

"You didn't get mad at me for making out with Blaine, and you really should have. I was an awful person that night, Kurt. I'm so sorry.�I love you. You're my best friend,"�Rachel said, pretty much babbling. Kurt just reached up to pat one of the arms that was holding him there against his will. She was right. He should have been mad at her, but honestly, he knew that Blaine was gay and that it would all just blow over eventually.

Mmm... blow. Speaking of Blaine...

"So Kurt, given any more thought to my proposition?" Santana asked, slinking in the circle to sit down on Kurt's other side. Obviously she'd stopped crying, which was just great news for Kurt.

"What proposition?"�Rachel asked, her head still perched on Kurt's shoulder.

"Mind your business, Munchkin Queen," Santana snapped, her gaze a little unfocused as she turned it back on Kurt, "Well?"

"It's not going to happen," Kurt said, trying to take a sip of his long-gone drink.

"Come on, Hummel. It'll be awesome," Santana said, leaning in toward him a little more. She smelled like vodka and some kind of spicy yet girly perfume.

"I'm not letting you watch Blaine and I fuck," he said. God, where had that word come from?

"You want to watch them what?" Rachel asked, squeezing Kurt even tighter around the shoulders. It was getting a little hard to breath.

"I'd get in on that action," Lauren said.

"Right? It'd be totally hot."�Santana leaned in closer and rested a hand on Kurt's thigh that he wanted to laugh at. Did she really think that was going to help?

"For you, maybe," Kurt said, sneaking a glance down at the manicured hand gently squeezing his leg.

"Yeah, that's what I said. It'd be hot for me. And for Britt. We really want to watch," Santana said, "I'll bet Anderson's a total freak in the sack."

Kurt tried to locate his bitch face. He tried really hard, but something was making it difficult to find. Maybe it was the four strong drinks he'd consumed. Maybe it was the memory of Blaine sucking his dick in the Navigator on the drive to the party as a thank you for agreeing to go to said party in the first place. Whatever it was, though, Kurt couldn't fix her with a steely stare. All he could do was sink back into Rachel and smile dreamily.

"Oh my god! He is, isn't he?" That voice was Rachel's and she had moved her arms to clutch onto Kurt's biceps.

"You two must have a crazy sex life," Tina said, "And don't even try to lie. We all saw what happened when you sang that Barry White song in Glee."

"Blaine did not leave that room because he needed to take a leak," Lauren said.

"No, he didn't," Kurt said, "Apparently Schuester almost caught him." Oops. He probably shouldn't have said that.

"You didn't tell me that!" Mercedes said, scooting closer on the floor.

"Do they know about what happened when Finn walked in on you two the other day?"�Rachel asked. He wanted to smack her, but that would take a lot of effort and he was just so comfy lounging against her. Boobs might not have done anything for him, but he could admit that they were kind of nice to relax on.

"What happened?" Tina asked at the same time that Mercedes said "Why am I�not hearing about any of this?" and Santana said "The overgrown�Pillsbury Dough Boy has seen you two and we haven't?"

"Nothing happened. It was nothing," he lied, looking over at Blaine to catch him also sneaking a peek in Kurt's direction.

"Nothing?" Santana asked. Apparently she hadn't lost her bitch face.

"If it was nothing, then Finn walked in on Kurt giving Blaine a nothing job and Blaine totally nothinged in Kurt's eye,"�Rachel said before dissolving into a fit of giggles. Kurt wrenched from her grasp as the rest of the group erupted into laughter so loud, it actually stopped every other conversation in the room.

"Oh, why don't you go fellate another wine cooler," Kurt snapped.

"Everything okay over there?"�Finn asked loudly. Blaine looked pretty amused standing there beside Kurt's stepbrother.�His face was a little red. Not the same red it got after he came, but it was equally enticing. Again, Kurt considered getting up to go join him, but then he remembered what Rachel had just said and what the fuck was that about?

"Yeah, Hummel just got something in his eye. No big deal," Santana said, waving them off. Kurt waited for his face to flush, but it didn't. In fact, he felt a little... proud?

He looked at the girls sitting around him, all of them still snickering a bit, but they weren't laughing at him. In fact, they were all just waiting for him to confirm the story. They wanted him to tell them what had happened. It was kind of great.

"I think Finn's scarred for life," Kurt said, settling back into the couch cushion instead of Rachel this time, "He makes a big show of knocking a lot and yelling through the door when he wants to come in." Kurt tried to take another sip of his drink. It was still empty. Why was the stupid bar so far away?

"So, how big is he?" someone asked. Kurt tore his gaze away from the bar--and Blaine's perfect ass--and looked questioningly around the circle.

"How big is who?" he asked.

"Blaine.�How big is he?" Tina, of all people, asked.

"How big is Mike?" he countered.

Tina set her drink down on the floor and held her hands apart, palms facing in. She studied them and moved them apart slowly until she was obviously satisfied with the distance between her hands. Kurt cocked an eyebrow at her and scooted up to the edge of the couch. He set his cup down on the ground and looked around the group, preparing himself to drop some jaws.

* *�*�"What are they doing?" Mike asked, his voice a little distant in a way that said he knew exactly what the girls and Kurt were doing on the other side of the room.

"Oh no,"�Finn gulped.

"We need to go over there," Mike said.

"Oh just let them talk,"�Blaine said, leaning against the bar and draining the last of the liquid from his red plastic cup. He could feel his cheeks burning, there was a nice but distracting buzziness in his forehead, and he was pretty sure that he hadn't been able to properly feel his lips for the last half hour. He watched as Kurt looked around the group of girls, adjusted the space between his hands, and then looked up at Blaine. Blaine almost missed all of the girls also turning to look in his direction, but when Mercedes let out a loud "Damn!", he noticed that all of their eyes were trained on him.

"Still want to just let them talk?" Finn asked. Blaine shrugged a little and moved around the bar to fix himself another drink.

"If he has nothing to be ashamed of, then why would he care?"�Puck asked, "But, it is about time we brought this party back together." He came around to the back of the bar with Blaine and they both took in the impressive spread that Puck had somehow managed to obtain for the evening. Over half of Blaine's bottle of marshmallow vodka was gone. When had that happened?

"You're right, but what can we do? We're definitely not playing Spin the Bottle again,"�Finn said. Puck elbowed Blaine in the ribs hard enough that it probably would've hurt on a normal day. Blaine looked up and saw Puck staring pointedly at one particular and yet-to-be-opened item.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Puck asked. Blaine smiled broadly and grabbed the bottle around the neck. He and Puck shared a grin and a nod before Blaine cupped his free hand around his mouth and shouted.

"BODY SHOTS!"
*� *� *
Kurt stood with Blaine at the back of the group, watching on with only vague interest as Santana lapped tequila off of Brittany's bare stomach. He'd made his way through another drink and was finding that holding on to Blaine made him feel a lot more sturdy.

And warm.

And horny.

Blaine just smelled so good, and his hair was adorably disheveled from running his fingers through it while he was dancing or talking, and he kept licking at his bottom lip after each sip of his drink he took, like he was trying to salvage every last bit of the taste.

That was it. Kurt couldn't take it anymore. Room full of people be damned.

He dipped his head to press his mouth against Blaine's. He hadn't intended for it to be much more than a peck, but suddenly he was moaning and then Blaine's tongue was in his mouth and he was pretty sure that he'd just dropped his cup on the floor. But that didn't matter because, well, he was kissing Blaine and that tended to make everything else irrelevant.

He felt a hand at his hip, pulling him in the opposite direction. Before he could bemoan the loss off contact with Blaine's lips, his sense of balance turned on its head and his back collided with something hard. Why was he looking at the ceiling?

"Your turn," he heard Santana say and Blaine came back into view, standing in between Kurt's knees and placing his hands on Kurt's thighs. Blaine's eyes were dark and he had just a little bit of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as the crowd around them whooped and cheered.

"What's going on?"�Kurt asked. Blaine didn't answer, just stepped in a little closer and forcefully yanked Kurt's shirt untucked. The look in his eyes was almost predatory and Kurt pretty much forgot to breathe. He definitely forgot that the rest of the Glee club was standing around watching them as he moaned a little when Blaine slid his hands under Kurt's shirt to trail over his stomach. Blaine's lightly calloused fingers made quick work of unbuttoning Kurt's shirt, then undid the bowtie and tossed it over his shoulder. "That's a fifty dollar tie!"

"And now it's on the floor," Blaine said, sliding a hand down the middle of Kurt's chest before pushing the shirt open, exposing him to the entire group.

"Damn, Kurt! Who knew you were hiding all that under your clothes?" someone said. It could have been Puck. Or Sam. Or Brittany. Okay, Kurt had no idea. He didn't even know what day it was at the moment, because one of Blaine's hands was resting hot and heavy on his hip while he was staring down at Kurt's bare chest.

"I did," Blaine said before biting lightly on his bottom lip and continuing to stare down at Kurt.

"Okay, let's just get to it, please,"�Finn said, sounding a little uncomfortable. That�was a voice Kurt recognized.

"I'll do the honors," Santana said as she stepped up beside Kurt with the bottle of tequila in hand.

"Here you go," Brittany said, flanking Blaine and handing him a lime wedge and a salt shaker. Blaine licked the side of his hand, poured some salt on, and then licked it off.

"Ready?"�Santana asked.

"Oh yeah," Blaine breathed.

She tipped the bottle on its side and let the tequila pour out in a slow trickle onto Kurt's stomach. Before Kurt had a chance to react to the feeling of the cold liquid hitting him, prompting his ab muscles to contract and his legs to clamp tight around Blaine's hips, Blaine was bent over and sucking the tequila off of Kurt's skin as Santana continued to pour.

Kurt could feel every swipe of Blaine's hot tongue, every gentle application of unnecessary suction, every time his lips recaptured the flat plane of Kurt's stomach. God it felt amazing. He latched a hand onto Blaine's shoulder and couldn't help it when he arched his hips up into Blaine's chest. Just a little. It couldn't have been too obvious.

Another hand settled in on Blaine's shoulder beside his, and he could feel it pushing Blaine. Pushing him down. Kurt's eyes flew open at the same time that Blaine finally lifted his head. They both looked on as Santana smiled devilishly beside them.

"Well you can't blame me for trying," she said, with a little shrug, accepting Brittany's arms around her.

"You're not going to give up, are you?" Kurt asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"She never does," Brittany said, pulling Santana away from the group.

"My turn!"�Tina exclaimed, pushing Kurt until he got the hint and slid off the table.

He only stumbled a little as he righted himself, his shirt hanging open at his sides. There were wet splotches on it that he vaguely realized he should be concerned about, but Blaine was staring hungrily at him from a few feet away. Kurt's head gave a little spin and he reached out to grab the table, coming dangerously close to holding Mike's hand as Tina took way more time than she needed licking his abs clean of booze.

Kurt closed the distance between himself and Blaine in an instant, his mouth already open and persistent as it collided with Blaine's. He could remotely feel familiar hands grasping his bare hips, taste the sweet liquor on Blaine's tongue, and then, thank god,�recognize the telltale hardness pressing against his hip. Kurt rolled his hips and latched a hand into Blaine's hair. This was what he'd been waiting for all night. Nothing in the world mattered but the feeling of Blaine pressed against him. Nothing.

Especially not that fucking irritating and insistent tapping on his shoulder, which he ignored for as long as he could.

"What?" he demanded as he finally ripped his lips away from Blaine's. Blaine didn't pay any attention to the interruption, just started to suck his way down the side of Kurt's neck.

"You're in the middle of a room full of people right now. Maybe take it down a notch?�Or, like, fifty?" Finn suggested. Kurt narrowed his eyes and fisted a hand in the front of Blaine's shirt. He took a quick scan of the room to find that no one was paying any attention to them at the moment.

"Well we'd better get out of the room full of people then, huh?"�Kurt managed to get out. He was so drunk and Blaine's mouth was so good against his neck that he was surprised he'd been able to formulate any words at all, "Come on, babe."

"What?�Where are we going?" Blaine whined before laughing a little, "I can not drive right now."

"Finn has suggested that we take our activities elsewhere, so we're going upstairs,"�Kurt said.

"That's not-"�Finn started, but Blaine lurched forward to hug Finn. Obviously the several shots worth of tequila that he'd sucked off of Kurt's stomach was hitting him hard. He was such a cute drunk.

"You're the best brother ever, Finn,"�Blaine mumbled into Finn's chest before Kurt pulled him away.

"Yeah, yeah, he's great.�I want to fuck you now," Kurt said, turning away and pulling Blaine toward the stairs and completely missing the way Finn's eyebrows practically disappeared off his forehead as he watched them stumble up.

"Where should we go?" Blaine asked a little breathlessly when Kurt pressed him up against a wall in the foyer and rolled his hips hard into Blaine's.

"I don't care. I'll do you right here,"�Kurt said, nipping lightly at the skin just under Blaine's ear, earning a broken moan from Blaine's swollen lips, "Okay, we should probably go upstairs."

"But we just went upstairs," Blaine said, his hands moving to the fly of Kurt's pants.

"One more flight,"�Kurt breathed against Blaine's lips.

He grabbed Blaine's hand and drug him in the direction of the stairs. Once they were in the second story hallway, they stopped and looked around. Several doors lined the walls. The first was Rachel's room, and Kurt really didn't want to have sex with Blaine in her room, no matter how good of payback it would be for her actions at the last New Directions party.

"Let's just go in here," Blaine said, trying to pull Kurt inside.

"It's Rachel's room," Kurt complained, sucking Blaine's bottom lip into his mouth to try to change his mind.

"I don't care if we do it in a closet. I just want you right now." Blaine rubbed a few tantalizingly slow strokes over the outline of Kurt's hard dick through his pants.

An idea popped into Kurt's head that prompted a smile to break out across his face. He was so pleased with himself for thinking of it in his heavily intoxicated state that he didn't even say anything to Blaine, just started peeking in each room until he found what he was looking for:�Rachel's dads' room.

"This is perfect," Kurt said, pushing Blaine inside and shutting the door behind them.

"Yeah, it looks great. Now shut up and get naked,"�Blaine said, already yanking his own shirt off.

Kurt froze, staring at Blaine's toned physique, still sunkissed from the summer and looking so warm and inviting that Kurt pretty much threw himself at Blaine until they were tumbling down onto the huge king-sized bed. He made a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses down Blaine's chest and stomach, trailing his tongue over the muscles in his abdomen. For a fleeting moment, the thought passed through his mind that he was really glad that he hadn't volunteered to do a body shot off of Blaine, because if he had, he surely wouldn't have been able to control himself. Like at the moment, how his hand was jerking down Blaine's zipper and shoving its way into Blaine's boxer briefs while he rolled one of his nipples beneath his tongue.

"Fuck that feels good," Blaine said, shoving his hips up to increase the pressure Kurt's hand was applying to his dick.

Kurt sat back on his heels and shrugged his open--and probably ruined--shirt from his shoulders. He yanked Blaine's pants and underwear off, leaving him naked and panting beneath him. His cock looked painfully hard with a single drip of precome sliding down the underside. Kurt scooted back and ran a hand up the inside of each of Blaine's legs before dropping down to lick up Blaine's cock and then take in as much of him as he could. He could feel Blaine lace his fingers through his hair, and he slid his mouth back up, letting his tongue lave a few lingering swipes over the head before pulling off and replacing his mouth with his hand.

"Want to touch you,"�Blaine murmured, trying to sit up. Kurt shook his head and planted a hand in the middle of Blaine's chest, pushing him back down and gripping his dick firmly at the base. Kurt leaned over to pull open the top drawer with his free hand, immediately smiling and reaching inside.

"I knew they'd have what we need. Do you have a condom?" Blaine nodded and finagled his wallet out of the back pocket of his discarded jeans.

"Turn over," Kurt rasped. Blaine complied, flopping over onto his stomach and shooting a sultry look over his shoulder as Kurt pushed his legs open. Kurt had looked at his share of asses over the years. He'd admired them through pants and looked at them in magazines or online, but none of them compared to Blaine's. None. Seeing it like this never failed to turn him on even more than he already was. "You're so sexy."

"You are,"�Blaine said, squirming a little in anticipation against the comforter as Kurt warmed some lube in his hands, "Kurt, please."

"Demanding much?"�Kurt asked, sliding one finger down between Blaine's cheeks until he found the spot that always left Blaine rutting hard into the mattress. Intentionally slowly, Kurt swirled his finger over Blaine's opening a few times before he pushed his finger inside, slowly dragging it in and out until Blaine was begging for more. Kurt prepared to add another finger, but Blaine pushed up on his elbows and looked back at him.

"No, I want you," Blaine said, breathing heavy and rising onto all fours.

Kurt didn't have to be told twice. He managed to work his jeans down to mid-thigh. It was a little constricting, but at the moment, he wanted to be inside Blaine and he could put up with a little discomfort if that could happen like now. Quickly, he rolled the condom onto himself and trailed a hand hard down Blaine's spine while the other lined himself up. Blaine pushed his hips back and Kurt gripped onto them hard as he nudged his way in.

For the first time since they'd gone upstairs, Kurt was acutely aware of how drunk he was. The room gave a twirl around him and the only sensation he could really feel was the scorching heat enveloping his cock. He managed to find a somewhat steady rhythm, each time pushing forward until his thighs were flush with the back of Blaine's and angling each thrust to slide over Blaine's prostate, leaving him swearing and gripping the duvet.

"You feel so good,"�Kurt choked out, dragging his hands up to firmly grab one of Blaine's glorious asscheeks in each palm before sliding one hand down to grasp Blaine's dick. Blaine's hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly and he let out a shuddering breath.

"Shit. Oh god, don't stop," he groaned, bucking back to meet each of Kurt's thrusts. It was a little hard, trying to pump Blaine while keeping his own balance on his knees, and Blaine seemed to catch on after awhile. He put his hand over Kurt's until he eventually relinquished his grip and instead busied himself by trailing his hands all over Blaine's lower back, thighs, hips, and, of course, that magnificent ass.

It felt like they'd been going at it for hours, both of them sweating and heaving deep breaths and grasping for purchase on anything they could get their hands on. Kurt was about to stop and ask Blaine to go onto his back when a loud noise sounded behind them. Without stopping the rhythm that his hips seemed to want to keep up all on their own, he and Blaine simultaneously turned their heads to see Brittany and Santana standing in the doorway gaping at them. A massive grin broke out on Santana's face and she pumped both fists into the air.

"YES!"