They got home in record time, not caring about the harsh glares they got from people they bumped into while almost running to Blaine's place. Kurt pushed the lift button a few times before giving up and dragging Blaine up to his floor.

It took Blaine several attempts to get the key in the lock, Kurt being pressed against him, his chest to Blaine's back, kissing him and biting the flesh right behind his ear.

"Ku..Kurt. You're gonna have to stop that for a minute." Kurt pushed closer to Blaine, their bodies touching everywhere. They were so close to each other that Blaine could feel how aroused Kurt was. The mere thought made him shiver and he missed the lock once again.

"Blaine..." Kurt whined, taking his earlobe between his teeth. "Just open the damn door. I want you, please."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay." It took Blaine extra attention but the moment he got it they both stumbled into Blaine's home. Kurt followed Blaine to his room and pushed him to the nearest wall. The shorter man looked wild, with curls poking everywhere, his cheeks flushed and a hard bruise at the base of his neck where Kurt had spent several minutes making sure that he was leaving a mark.

Kurt pushed Blaine against the wall, his lips locked against Blaine's. He guided them closer and closer to each other, put his thigh in between Blaine's legs and pressed against the musician's groin, creating friction and eliciting the most delicious little noises from Blaine.

"Oh god, Kurt" They rocked against each other, never putting an end to the kissing. Blaine's hands were scratching Kurt's scalp, and drawing him closer, making sure the man wasn't going to stop kissing him. He wanted more, god he wanted Kurt naked, wanted Kurt flushed above him, he wanted Kurt inside him but he didn't want to stop this. He didn't want to stop the kissing and the friction he got from Kurt's leg.

Kurt must have felt that Blaine wanted more, making them move from the wall to the bed as quickly as he could without making them fall or break the kiss. They gracelessly fell into the bed, and moved against the pillow. Kurt got rid of Blaine's shirt and his own in a rapid movement before resuming the kissing.

Kurt had never heard something as sinful as Blaine's sounds when they were kissing. He pushed his hips down against Blaine's, leaving them panting and breathless. Kurt's put his forehead to Blaine's, breathing hard as they rocked against each other, the layers of their pants giving them some release but not enough to feel good.

"What do you want Blaine? You're gonna have to tell me here because-"

"You, I just want you. Naked. Kurt," Blaine cried after a rather hard thrust. "Just, I want you inside me, okay?"

Kurt looked at Blaine, his swollen lips and the way his eyes were filled with lust and want. Kurt only nodded and removed their pants.

"Lube?" Kurt asked before seeing Blaine's hand disappearing under his pillow to get the lube and then under his bed for the condom.

Kurt wanted to take his time, wanted to see Blaine takes his fingers and wanted to see if the man could come just from this, from the barely-there friction, Kurt wanted to drive him crazy, but there would be other times to do that.

"Kurt, I'm ready, just please" Kurt teased once more, brushing his fingers against Blaine's prostate. "Kurt I'm gonna, I-"

"Okay, okay." Kurt rolled the condom on and gave himself a few strokes before placing several kisses on Blaine chest up to his mouth.

"Like this?" Kurt wanted to be able to look into Blaine's eyes and to kiss him while he was going to fuck him, but what he wanted the most was for this to be pleasurable for Blaine.

"Yeah, I want to have all your weight on me. Now please less talking and more fucki- holy shit!" Blaine yelled the moment Kurt thrust into him. He had been sure to prep him enough and he hadn't meant to be rough but the man needed to stop being so cocky all the time. Kurt waited, not wanting to hurt Blaine more than necessary and the moment Blaine started to fuck himself on Kurt, the man made sure to meet every thrust.

"Oh my god, Kurt. I want you so bad, been thinking about this."

"Tell me, please tell me." Kurt had tried to go slow, but it was impossible, he wanted to take Blaine, to bring him close and to see him come.

"I couldn't stop, stop touching me. Ever since, oh fuck, since you yelled at me!" Blaine circled Kurt with his leg, pushing against Kurt's ass so he was pounding into him relentlessly.

"Wanted you like this. You're so hot, Kurt. Ugh, harder, please please." Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt's, not able to talk anymore, the only sound coming out of him being a continuous whine of pleasure.

Kurt could feel Blaine clenching around him and when Blaine finally came around Kurt, the man swallowed Blaine's moan in a frantic kiss before following him.

Blaine lay boneless in the bed, letting Kurt discard the condom and clean him before joining him in the bed. He was still breathless and turned to face the taller man who was shifting closer in bed.

"Kurt." Blaine whispered, a smile on his lips, his eyes dropping a little. In response Kurt placed a firm hand on Blaine's back, bringing him closer and engulfing him in a hug. Blaine nuzzled against the man's chest before falling asleep in Kurt's arm, lulled by his heartbeat that was now beating slowly.

"Fuck, shit, bordel de merde!" Kurt stood up quickly, taking in the room he was in and more importantly the bed he was in. This was Blaine. Blaine's flat, Blaine's room and more importantly Blaine's bed, in which he was fully naked while someone was cursing rather loudly in the flat. Minutes later the door opened loudly and Blaine appeared a tray in hand and a goofy smile on his face. He looked very pleased with himself until he saw Kurt awake and alert.

"Did I wake you up?" The musician asked, wincing a little and making his way to the bed where he put the tray. He leaned to kiss Kurt but stopped midway, looking a little insecure and shy for the first time. Kurt playfully rolled his eyes at this and closed the gap between them, making Blaine whine.

"Good morning." Kurt said before remembering that Blaine had asked him a question. "and I'm afraid you did. You cursing in French shouldn't be that hot, by the way." The smile re-appeared on Blaine's face and he cocked his head, batting his eyelashes.

"I'm keeping that in mind. So yesterday was..."

"Good?" Kurt provided, not really sure where they stood. Sure they had flirted and visited a romantic garden together and Blaine had cooked for him but it didn't mean anything, he really didn't want to get his hopes up only to see them crash down later.

"Uh, well." Blaine frowned a little and shrugged. "Yeah, good."

"Oh my god, it was terrible, wasn't it? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry Blaine."

"Hey, no stop. You didn't hurt me. Well not my ass. My pride, though, is bruised, that's for sure."

"What?" Confusion was painted on Kurt's face as Blaine ran a frustrated hand tbrough his hair.

"Kurt, last night was amazing, mindblowing, life changing. But certainly not just 'good'. I mean it was like that for me. But, um, well I guess it wasn't for you." Blaine looked down, not wanting to show any kind of emotion. His pride and ego weren't just a little bruised.

"Oh my- Blaine. Look at me." The taller man waited until Blaine finally looked up. " Last night was, really really good. Mind blowing and life changing, as you put it, for me too." Kurt's cheeks reddened as was saying this.

"Oh. Oh. Good. So... uh. Beach? Today? Or ya know, round two?"

It took them a little while to get to the beach.

They arrived around 10, the beach still empty from too many people. No one was up that early in the morning anyway except for joggers and a few loners. They settled close enough to the water so they wouldn't have to walk on the rocks for too long. They had decided to go to the nearest beach, which meant the one right next to the Promenade des Anglais. Which meant rocks instead of sand, but Kurt wasn't going to complain. The water was clear and as clean as possible so he could see his feet.

They took turns getting in the water before lying next to each other after putting lots of sunscreen on for Kurt. The taller man was reading silently, closing his eyes from time to time just to listen to the sound of the people arriving and the sound of the waves nearby.

This, this was exactly how he had imagined his holidays, calm and serene and sometimes completely crazy and bubbly because of someone. But now it wasn't just someone, it was Blaine and the reality was much more pleasant than his dream. He continued to read, not wanting to wake Blaine beside him. The musician shuffled a little on his towel and put a possessive hand on Kurt's thigh before closing his eyes again and smiling a little.

Kurt froze. He knew that French people had just passed a law for LGBT people to get married but that didn't mean that everyone was accepting, far from it. Kurt waited and waited. Blaine didn't move his hand and as much as Kurt wanted Blaine to keep his hand on him, because damn if it didn't feel good, he also didn't want to cause any trouble. He was always standing up for himself, never letting anyone talk him down but sometimes he just felt like he was always at war and today he just didn't felt like fighting.

"Blaine?"

"Huhuh." Was the only answer Kurt got.

"Blaine, I.... I think you should move your hand, maybe?" That got Blaine's attention who opened his eyes and frowned in confusion.

"I'm sorry, am I coming on too strong? Or am I reading this all wrong?"

"No. No you're not and I like this, us. Very very much. But I'm not sure that we should give people any reason to taunt us. I mean, I want to hold your hand and I really liked your hand on me. Like really. But I'm just, uh..."

"Kurt, did you look around you? I would never do anything that put you, us, in any kind of danger to be taunted."

Kurt looked around, really looked around this time and there weren't too many families around him. There were men, lots of men. With each other. There were cute little lesbian couples as well. It finally dawned on him.

"We're at a gay beach?" Kurt laughed a little, because if that wasn't the cutest thing someone ever did for him.

"Yup, the Castel is actually the gay beach, look, they even put up a rainbow flag." Kurt turned his head and indeed there it was, a big and bold rainbow flag, next to the European and French one.

"Alright, forgot I said anything then." Kurt laid back, and instinctively took Blaine's hand to put on his thigh again, where it had been before.

When they stood up hours later, needless to say that Kurt had sunburn, on his legs but with a hand's pattern of white skin in the middle of it.

Later that night, after a walk around the city and a last drink they were both lying in Blaine's bed again. They weren't saying much, just pointing out a few things that had happened that day, caressing each other's arms lightly, like a feather touch. They were looking into each other's eyes, appreciating the moment and the little things that had made their day perfect, smiling adorably at each other.

"God, I'm gonna miss this so badly." Kurt breathed in a sigh, closing his eyes like this was all just a dream.

"When are you leaving?" Kurt still had his eyes closed but he could feel the apprehension in Blaine's voice. Blaine's hand tightened around Kurt's wrist, like he didn't want him to go, like he couldn't let that happen the moment Kurt answered.

"Tomorrow evening."