Now that Regionals was practically knocking on their door and Kurt would play a much more active part in it than he had originally thought, the nerves he'd believed mostly gone had returned with a vengeance. Every time he and Blaine actually managed to break apart long enough to practice their duet, the nagging fear of failure settled a bit deeper in his guts. There was no denying the rush of adrenaline going through him when he was on stage, the way he felt that he belonged in the spotlight. But a sense of belonging had never stopped anyone from messing up big time, at least not as far as Kurt was aware.

This time around, he knew better than to try and keep it all locked up inside for fear of Blaine laughing at him. But even his reassurances, while they made Kurt feel much better and more confident in the moment they were given, couldn't hold up for more than a few hours in the endless sea of nagging worry and self-doubt Kurt's mind seemed to drown in. He'd wanted to prove himself so badly that he'd never stopped to think about how he'd handle it given the chance to finally do so. If he had, he probably wouldn't have been so surprised by the nervous wreck he'd turned into, more and more with each passing day bringing them closer to the moment of truth.

Exactly two days before the competition found Blaine coming back to their dorm room from the library to Kurt almost wearing a whole trail of holes into the floor with his constant pacing, nose buried in the sheet music Blaine knew was engraved into his brain by now, muttering something unintelligible to himself.

"Darling?" he asked quietly, approaching Kurt with carefully measured steps. Blaine was well aware how stressed hid boyfriend was and there were only so many times a week he wanted to risk being hissed at. Especially considering how guilty Kurt usually felt afterwards. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure I have the text, notes and my cues down," Kurt answered absentmindedly, not even looking up from the pages in his hands, seemingly engrossed in studying them. Blaine had no idea how he managed to even look interested, he could probably recite everything written on them backwards by now.

"Kurt, I'm pretty sure you already had them down five days ago. I don't think you've forgotten since then."
"But what if I forget everything when we're on stage? What if we lose Regionals because of me? What if I'll just stand there, doing absolutely nothing?" The panic in Kurt's voice would have been hilarious if it hadn't broken Blaine's heart.

"Well, for one, I don't think you could possibly forget any part of it. You know every last note of this song by heart, I wouldn't be surprised if you'd be able to sleepwalk onto that stage and still sing it almost as beautifully as you do when you're awake," he said in his most soothing voice, crossing the distance between them to catch Kurt's wildly gesticulating hands in his, tilting his head until he'd finally caught Kurt's gaze. "And if we lose Regionals, we lose Regionals. It's not like that never happened before. I know you want to win, we all want that. But this isn't life or death, Kurt. If we lose I highly doubt it'll be your fault. We'd all be devastated for a while but life goes on. There's always Regionals next year, not to forget all those gigs at nursing homes Wes gets us all the time.

At the risk of repeating myself, you worry too much, darling. And while I usually find that to be very endearing and love that you care so much, you're working yourself into a completely unnecessary frenzy and that's not healthy. I trust you with this, our friends trust you with this but we're not going to shun you if you don't bring us a win in your second competition. The whole weight of the Warblers' future is not resting solely on your shoulders."

Laughing a bit at himself, Kurt took a deep breath. "I know. I know all of that but I still can't seem to keep myself from freaking out over it constantly. Thank you for not getting tired of reassuring me about the same thing all the time. Especially when our success depends much more on you than it does on me."

"Hush," Blaine smiled, pressing a quick kiss to Kurt's lips. "It's okay. I didn't want to make you feel embarrassed about this. I'm just worried about you when you're in such a frenzy for days. And I'll never get tired of reassuring you whenever you need me to. It's not like you never do the same thing for me. And don't remind me, please. I may not look like it but being lead singer still makes me incredibly nervous, especially before big competitions. Did I ever tell you the story of my first competition with the Warblers after the council had chosen me?" Kurt shook his head, looking rather intrigued and much less worried, which had been Blaine's aim.

"I spent the morning throwing up what little breakfast I had managed to get down and pacing my dorm, which turned into pacing the green room and biting my lip until it started to bleed and Wes had to pull me to the side to reprimand me because it wouldn't really gain us any points with the judges if I sputtered blood all over the stage. I was practically hyperventilating when we were waiting behind the curtains and it wasn't until David tacklehugged me and told me how great I was and Nick and Jeff started talking about trashy TV and asked my opinion every two seconds that I calmed down a bit. I sweated a lot and it was really, really unattractive and when I was finally on stage I was so afraid my voice would just give out or I would throw up again. And then the music started and Wes mouthed at me to just have fun and I forgot all about being nervous and just went with the flow as I usually did. You see, so far you're doing much better than me." Chuckling, Blaine pressed another soft kiss to Kurt's temple, gently massaging his shoulders. "You'll be great out there, I'm not worried about that in the slightest."

"Thanks." Kurt sighed, leaning into Blaine's touch and letting a quiet purr rumble through his chest. "You have no idea how much you've helped me these past few days. And at least I didn't throw up."

"See? You're already faring better than me." Blaine smiled, almost automatically reaching up to adjust Kurt's already perfectly straight tie.

"Well, only because I rather hide under beds and climb up curtains in a room full of people," Kurt chuckled, rolling his eyes fondly. Of course Blaine would only see the positive side.

"Oh hush, that's not your fault." Blaine said quietly, a devilish glint in his eyes as he tugged Kurt closer by the tie still in his grip. Their lips pulled up in matching grins just seconds before they met in a lingering kiss.

"Neither is you throwing up from nerves as a cute, sweet sophomore," Kurt breathed as they finally broke apart. "I'd have loved to see nervous little Blaine back then."

"Well, you wouldn't have been very impressed if you had," Blaine chuckled, absentmindedly stroking Kurt's cheek with his thumb. "He was a rambling, flailing idiot."

"Nah, I don't believe you." Kurt pouted, gently nudging his nose against Blaine's. "I bet you were just as cute and charming as junior Blaine. And you're still a bit of a flailing idiot sometimes. Who rambles a lot when he's nervous."

"Hey! You're supposed to tell me that of course I'm not an idiot and that you still love me despite my rambling," Blaine mock-pouted, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I wouldn't want to lie to you, honey," Kurt giggled, trying halfheartedly to uncross Blaine's arms. "But I'm perfectly honest when I say that I love you very much."

"I guess I can live with that," Blaine sighed, a playful grin spreading on his face as he spread his arms only to pull Kurt against his chest.

"Oh, you think so?" Kurt went pliantly, leaning most of his weight on Blaine as he slumped against him and leaned up for another long kiss. His purrs took up volume as Blaine started licking into his mouth and they were just about to deepen the kiss to a level that would usually lead to clothes ending up on the floor and hands slipping just under the waistband of briefs when Jeff burst into the room.

"Guys, could you stop making out for a second? Wes is freaking out in the choir room and wants you two to come down and practice with the rest of the group again."

Kurt and Blaine let out a resigned moan in unison. "Jeff, you do realize that it's almost ten? He's not going to pull another midnight rehearsal, is he?" Blaine whined, refusing to remove his hands from where they held Kurt's waist. Jeff shuffled his feet nervously and that was all the response they needed. Sighing heavily, they finally disentangled their limbs and followed him out of the room, knowing that by the time they'd come back from rehearsal they'd probably be unable to do anything but fall into bed and sleep. Having a private life at Dalton wasn't really an easy task - especially if you forgot to lock your door.

The day of Regionals itself started pretty unspectacularly. Kurt and Blaine were enjoying a rather early, quiet breakfast, occasionally smiling at each other and looking up every time one of their fellow students entered the dining hall. Blaine had one of his books open on the table, reading a few paragraphs between bites. It was so utterly domestic Kurt wanted to bask in this moment forever.

Their quiet bubble of calm wasn't even interrupted when Nick, Jeff and David sat down with them, chattering quietly with each other and occasionally asking Kurt or Blaine a question. Wes joined them not too long after and, to Kurt's surprise, remained almost as relaxed as the rest of them, except for the hectic glow in his eyes whenever the topic of conversation would get too close to their impending competition. There were no nerves and no fear, even as Kurt and Blaine excused themselves to their dorm room where Kurt checked his outfit one last time for wrinkles or maladjusted pieces of clothing. When he was sure everything looked as it was supposed to, they made their way down to the parking lot to get into the bus Dalton had chartered especially for Regionals. Despite the fact that they were all crammed into such a small space less than two hours before such an important competition, the atmosphere was nothing but excited, only brimming a bit with nervous energy.

By the time they pulled onto the parking lot, Kurt was almost convinced that as much as his brain had betrayed him during Sectionals it would leave him be now, that maybe he had gotten over the immense stage fright that had had him in its grip the last time. That maybe everything would go smoothly for him for once and that there was nothing to worry about. He took Blaine's hand and smiled at him the minute they were back out in the fresh air and Blaine smiled back, looking every bit as radiant and beautiful as he did before every performance.

"Nervous?" he asked, squeezing Kurt's hand a bit.

"Strangely, not at all." Kurt shook his head, his smile widening. Maybe his path was finally clear. That he wasn't even a little bit afraid to go on stage this time, so shortly before his performance even though he played a bigger part in it now, surely was a sign that performing was his fate, right? If he could be so calm about it and feel the rush of adrenaline during a performance, what could be better suited for a future career? He would end up on Broadway in no time at all.

So emerged in happy thoughts, Kurt almost didn't notice the first signs of his nerves kicking in again when they entered the building. It wasn't until Blaine took one of his hands in both of his that he realized it was shaking madly, just like the rest of his body. He was trembling from head to toe, his hands cold and sweat starting to bead on his forehead. The closer they got to the green room, the harder Kurt shook and, throwing a look behind him at his fellow Warblers, he wasn't the only one affected by these strange last-minute nerves. And who could blame them? If they won, they'd be the first Warblers to succeed at Regionals in more than a decade. None of them wanted to be responsible for not meeting the high expectations set in them this year. They'd been handled as the first Dalton show choir to even have as much as a chance to win in all this time and as much as they'd tried to ignore it, it had been messing with their heads.

When they finally made themselves more or less comfortable in the green room, Wes stepped in front of the mass of shaking, pale boys that looked as frightened as a dear in headlight at the prospect of having to step out on stage. It wasn't really helpful that he didn't look much better underneath his usually calm exterior.

"Guys, listen," he announced, his voice lacking its usual motivational speech grandeur. "I know we all want to win this and that we're all much more nervous than we were at Sectionals because for the first time in quite a while, the Warblers actually have a shot at winning Regionals. I just want you to remember that no one will blame you if we don't win. The other competitors are really good and it wouldn't be a shame to lose to the New Directions. Just give your best, but remember to have fun on that stage. That's what the audience - and the judges - want to see the most. A bright smile and charisma. We have the most charming lead singer in existence, let's make something of it!"

Blaine blushed bright red but everyone around him cheered and went in for a big group hug, so he had no room to protest. After Wes' speech, the atmosphere became a little less tense, but Kurt still found himself cuddled into Blaine's side, shivering slightly.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Blaine asked softly, scratching behind Kurt's ears in an attempt to help him relax.

"I'll be fine," Kurt responded just as quietly, purring a bit and nudging Blaine's hand with his head to signal him to keep going. "Especially once this will be over and done with. I guess I'm not as ready for a big solo part on an actual stage as I thought I was."

"Oh hush. You're going to be perfect and we both know it, no need to be humble about it." Smiling, Blaine scratched a little harder, letting his nails rake lightly over Kurt's scalp.

"Well, I can't help that I was born to be a star," Kurt chuckled, his purrs taking up volume as he snuggled closer to Blaine, until he was almost in his lap. In the back of his mind he knew they were surrounded by their friends and in public, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Being so close to Blaine relaxed him more than anything else ever could and if there was one thing he needed to do right now, it was relax. He didn't hear anyone complain, so no need to put distance between them or suppress his purrs.

"That you are," Blaine said with grin, pressing a quick kiss to his head before resuming his scratching duties. Out of the corner of his eye Kurt caught Jeff looking over at them with teary eyes and a fond smile, Nick next to him looking no better but still teasing his friend and handing him a pack of tissues that was promptly thrown back at his head. Laughing quietly, Kurt buried his face in Blaine's chest. Their friends were a crazy bunch but their particular brand of ridiculousness was rather adorable.

When Wes finally ushered them out of the green room and made sure they were positioned just right for their entrance, Kurt and Blaine left the room hand in hand and didn't part until Wes made them with an lenient smile on his face. The moment Blaine was no longer a warm presence at his side, Kurt took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He knew he could do it, now he just would have to prove it to himself and the world. Blaine believed in him, the Warblers believed in him, his Dad believed in him. No one would blame him if they didn't win, they'd be there either way, whether it was to catch his fall or cheer him on in his triumph. Kurt was sure that no matter what would happen, Tina and Mercedes would be there for him as well. Repeating all those things he knew deep down in his head didn't make the doubts and the nervousness go away, but it caused them to subside noticeably. At least enough that Kurt could smile back when David offered him a huge grin and a thumbs up without it feeling forced.

The first few steps onto the stage took a lot of effort and felt a bit like walking to his own execution. As they moved in position and waited for the curtain to lift, Kurt slowly counted backwards, trying to control his breathing and the tremors still running through him. He knew that as soon as they would actually start to sing, he would get that rush of adrenaline he had missed so dearly and everything would be fine. He just had to get there first. Preferably without throwing up.

Thankfully, the curtain lifted less than a minute after they'd gotten into position and the Warblers started their harmony as soon as the bright stage lights were on them. Just like Wes had told them, they were having fun with the songs and Kurt watched with a fond smile at Blaine's antics during his solos. He almost forgot his big part - and, most importantly, his fear of complete and utter failure - until the last notes of Misery rang through the room and the other Warblers rearranged themselves. He caught Blaine's eyes over the mass of their friends and gave him a shaky smile. Taking a deep breath, Kurt stepped to the side and waited for his cue.

The second he started singing, all his worries became nonexistent. The notes flowed easily, he wasn't missing a beat or messing up anything, he still remembered the text and singing a love song with and to Blaine? Nothing easier than that. They shared lingering glances during the whole performance and Kurt took the high notes in stride, thrilling at how easily they came to him and how clear and beautiful they echoed back to him. There was nothing in the whole room except for him and Blaine in that moment, their voices merging to create something delicate and breathtaking and gorgeous while their friends harmonized behind them. As nervous as he'd been before the performance he now never wanted it to end, wanted nothing more than to keep singing and drown in Blaine's beautiful eyes as they both rode that adrenaline high until the end of time.

The end of the song almost took him by surprise and so did the roaring applause they received. He had to blink quite a bit to find back to reality enough to notice Blaine pushing him into the spotlight with a grin and to bow quickly for the audience. He couldn't stop smiling even as he stood straight again and the applause started to ebb as Wes ushered them off the stage, his grin just as wide.

"Gentlemen, if that didn't win us Regionals, I don't know what will," he announced grandly as they collapsed in the green room one last time before heading back out to their seats to watch the New Directions perform. Deafening cheers were his answer and somehow everyone was pulled into one giant, messy group hug that almost suffocated at least half of them but still left them smiling even wider when they finally broke apart. Kurt was practically bouncing on his toes on their way back out, basking in the excited chatter around him and the energy still thrumming through him from the performance.

"Someone's energetic today," Blaine chuckled, briefly tangling his fingers with Kurt's before letting go again, only tangling them back once they were in their designated seats. "I told you you would be perfect."

"Oh hush," Kurt laughed, leaning back into his seat and resisting the urge to rest his head on Blaine's shoulder and sigh contently. There was more than enough time for cuddles back at Dalton.

Their good mood dropped, however, when the New Directions started their performance. They were good. More than good, they were brilliant and they were competing with original songs. Kurt swallowed harshly as his eyes followed the choreography. They had the stronger dancers and amazing singers and charisma and they were also proving a lot more creativity than the Warblers had. As sure as he'd been of their win only minutes ago he lost his faith more and more with every passing second of every performance and he could easily see that he wasn't the only one. It was written all over everyone's faces and even Wes and Blaine couldn't keep their disappointment from showing despite their best efforts to stay optimistic.

"It's not over yet, guys," Wes murmured as the New Directions left the stage with huge grins, but he didn't sound particularly convincing.

Though it surprised no one when they only came in second after a long and mostly silent wait it still disappointed them a lot. Kurt and Blaine went over to congratulate Tina and Mercedes and tried their best to look as genuinely happy as they felt for them, not letting their own bitterness at the ecstatic New Direction members hugging all around them show too much.

The bus ride home was equally silent, all of them more than just a little down. They had been so close to first place it had almost been tangible and then it had been pulled away from their eager hands just as quickly. They all knew they had done their best and with lesser competitors they'd probably have gotten their trophy. The knowledge did soothe the burning shame at returning empty-handed but it did nothing to lighten up the mood. Kurt almost regretted turning down his dad when he asked if Kurt and Blaine didn't want to spend the weekend in Lima instead of at Dalton as they'd planned. Maybe he'd been right about the somber atmosphere only getting them down further.

As soon as they arrived at Dalton, the Warblers headed straight to their own dorms or cars, deciding that it was best to be on their own for a bit and process everything first until they were able to see the bright side - whichever one that was supposed to be Kurt couldn't really tell. Either way he was thankful for not having to keep anyone company except for Blaine. With Blaine there was no need to pretend. The moment the door shut behind them they locked it and dropped on the bed fully clothed, instantly curling into each other.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, voice small and hesitant, after they'd just held each other for what felt like hours. Blaine hummed in reply, his bright eyes urging him on to ask whatever was on his mind. "I- would it be okay if we... tried something new? Because I really, really want to touch all of you right now and be closer to you. I just need to feel you. It's okay if you don't want to do more than we already do, but please don't think that I'm just asking you because of Regionals and-" He was silenced by a finger softly pressed to his lips.

"I'd never think you'd ask me just because we lost," Blaine chuckled, his hand moving to gently caress Kurt's cheek. "Especially because that's only happened a few hours ago and if I know one thing, then that you take your time and think very thoroughly about decisions like that. And I love that about you. I'll always trust you with this, with us, Kurt. And whatever you want - I'm not going to complain."

Kurt smiled widely at him before pulling him into a lingering kiss that deepened with every passing second until they were pressed as close as they could get with their clothes still on, Kurt's tongue licking into Blaine's mouth until he was moaning into the kiss and bucking his hips, pulling away only to come right back and suck Kurt's bottom lip into his own mouth, nipping playfully for a moment. "I want you so bad right now," Kurt whined when they broke apart to catch their breath, pressing their bodies even closer and desperately rutting his aching cock against the hardness in Blaine's slacks, leaving both of them gasping for air.

"God, you have no idea how much I want you right back," Blaine moaned, his hands already starting to work on the buttons on Kurt's shirt. Hastily, they got each other out of their clothes until they were left in nothing but their underwear. Hesitantly, Kurt traced over the waistband of Blaine's boxerbriefs with a fingertip, needing a moment to get used to the idea that he was going to pull it off and see Blaine completely naked for the first time in a matter of minutes. When he felt he was sufficiently prepared, he took a deep breath, looking up at Blaine to make sure he was still okay with this, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling when he received a resolute nod.

Slowly, Kurt let his gaze wander down as Blaine kicked off the last piece of clothing between them on his side, his breath hitching when he took in Blaine's cock. It was hard and flushed almost as red as Blaine's cheeks as Kurt stared at him, a few beads of precum already shimmering at the head. A thrill ran up and down Kurt's spine as he gently reached out to trace the prominent vein with the pad of his finger, only intensified when Blaine's eyes fluttered closed and he bucked up into Kurt's hand with a loud moan. Thus encouraged, Kurt closed his fingers around the shaft, careful and gentle at first. His grip tightened as he let the heat of the hard length sink into his own skin, Blaine's moan mixing with his own when he felt it throbbing and pulsing in his hand.

"Blaine," he whined breathlessly as he tightened his grip a little more, almost automatically starting to stroke up and down. Keening helplessly, Blaine thrust up into Kurt's fist, hands digging into the sheets and toes curling as he dug them into the mattress for leverage. "God, Blaine, you look so gorgeous like this."

"Kurt," Blaine panted out between strokes and moans, eyes staying closed as his hips arched into Kurt's touch again and again. "You too, please, I need you to be naked, too."

Blushing bright pink, Kurt removed his hand reluctantly from Blaine's cock, staring down at Blaine expectantly, only slightly shivering with nerves. Undressing someone completely for the first time was one thing, but being completely undressed? That was a whole different story. Blaine offered him a reassuring smile when he noticed how tense Kurt was and Kurt's heart almost stopped with how beautiful it looked on him when he was all flushed and sweaty and needy and his hair was starting to break from the gel.

He didn't protest when Blaine's fingers hooked into the waistband of his briefs, gently pulling down so his tail wouldn't get hurt. He rolled onto his back for a moment to better kick them off, his tail curling around his waist and his cock bobbing free, Blaine's hand almost immediately on him. Moaning, Kurt threw his head back, pushing his hips up when he felt the warm grip around him tighten. Blaine groaned in response and pressed closer, until his own leaking erection was pressed firmly to Kurt's leg and his head was resting on his trembling stomach. He fascinatedly stared at Kurt's cock, experimentally brushing his palm over the head to collect the gathered precum and spread it over his length. Kurt bucked up so hard Blaine had to balance on his free hand so he wouldn't end up back on the mattress.

"Good, I guess?" Blaine smirked, repeating the action and rejoicing in how undone it made Kurt come.

"So good," Kurt keened in reply, the muscles in his stomach jumping almost violently whenever Blaine brushed the head of his cock, thrusting up into Blaine's fist over and over again to chase the heat building low in his belly, bright and demanding. He didn't even notice he was purring until Blaine jerked against his leg with a resounding moan, pressing closer so his cock was caught between his own stomach and Kurt's leg and he could better feel the vibrations. Kurt found he couldn't really care less about being embarrassed about that as Blaine started alternating between sucking on that sensitive spot on his neck and his nipple, his wrist twisting just right on the upstroke and his hot, hard cock smearing precum into Kurt's hip as he pressed and rutted almost senselessly.

"Blaine, Blaine I'm gonna-" Kurt choked on the last word as Blaine's thumb brushed over his slit, inhaling sharply, nails digging so hard into the sheets he was sure the fabric would rip.

"Let go," Blaine murmured softly into his ear, placing a soothing kiss just below, where his jaw met his neck. "Come for me, darling." Another twist on the upstroke and that was all Kurt needed, his back arching spectacularly as he came all over Blaine's hand and his own stomach, trembling in the wake of his orgasm, his hand grabbing onto Blaine now though he couldn't remember when he had moved it. Trying to catch his breath, he fell back onto the mattress, tightening his grip on Blaine's arm to anchor himself and just basking in the afterglow, humming contently when Blaine started nuzzling his neck.

"You moaned my name," Blaine whispered into Kurt's skin when his breathing was finally back to something resembling normal. Kurt shivered at the thought, only fuzzily remembering doing so. It had felt right on his tongue in the moment and he couldn't really be embarrassed about something that made Blaine sound this helplessly turned on. "God, you're so hot, Kurt, you have no idea. It's so, so hot seeing you come, please." The breathless rasp of his voice turned desperate on the last word and Kurt could feel Blaine rutting against his hip again, the slide much slicker this time. Kurt tried to suppress a whimper as he realized what that meant. He opened his eyes to look at Blaine and almost choked on his next inhale as he watched him curiously sucking at one of his finger that was still covered in Kurt's come, moaning around the taste. "You taste so good, too. God, next time we have time to ourselves I want to suck you, so bad."

"I thought come is supposed to taste pretty gross?" Kurt tried to tease, but it fell flat when he sounded more turned on than playful, especially since he was pushing Blaine onto his back and taking him back in hand as he spoke, imitating what Blaine had done to him only minutes before.

"It's different but it's you. Can't be anything other than delicious. Oh God, like that please, Kurt," Blaine whined, already looking completely undone, his hips setting a fast pace as he thrust up to meet Kurt's strokes. Smiling, Kurt leaned down to flick his tongue at a nipple, taken by surprise when Blaine came over both of them almost the moment Kurt's thumb stroked over the head and dipped slightly into the slit, practically screaming Kurt's name. Kurt shivered at the sound, the sight of Blaine coming and his come covering Kurt's hand mixing with the smell of sex until he couldn't help himself anymore and pulled a still trembling, breathless Blaine into a sloppy, hard kiss.

"You look so good when you come, too and your come looks so good on my hand and you sound so pretty when you scream my name," Kurt rambled as they broke apart, covering Blaine's face in wet kisses between words. "And God, we smell like sex and I love it."

"Kurt," Blaine moaned, gently taking his face in his still trembling hands to get him to look into his eyes. "God, all of that. I love it, too, and I love all your sexy sounds and the way you throw back your head and arch your back and just everything. But could you please stop talking about it right now because I just came really hard and I'm exhausted and you're so hot and I'm so turned on it literally hurts."

"I guess I can do that," Kurt chuckled breathlessly, slumping against Blaine's chest and contently listening as he tried to catch his breath. They just lay like that for a while until Kurt started to shift uncomfortably.

"As much as I enjoyed everything leading up to this," he sighed, moving to sit up. "We're really gross right now and I can't fall asleep like that."

"But you're really tired?" Blaine looked half-asleep himself as he grinned up at Kurt.

"But I'm really tired. And so are you. What do you propose we do about that?"

"Shower?" Blaine sighed, visibly forcing himself to sit up and get out of bed. Laughing, Kurt slid off the bed with easy graze and sauntered over to Blaine's side, offering him a hand.

"Would it make you more willing if I told you that there will be lots of kissing and washing each other involved? And that we're gonna head right back to the bed for a naked nap until we wake up and do it all over again?" Kurt asked over his shoulder, leaning casually and completely naked in the bathroom door, Blaine's breath catching in his throat at how gorgeous and confident he looked. He almost tripped over his feet in his haste to get to the shower, Kurt giggling softly behind him.