Their mouths were searching each other's with a new sense of desperation. Hands were roaming. Blaine's hands ended up resting on Kurt's neck, and Kurt's hands were entwined in Blaine's curls on the back of his head. Blaine deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue on Kurt's bottom lip. Kurt immediately granted him access, their tongues massaging each other with a sense of urgency.

Kurt moaned against Blaine's lips, and the sound went straight to Blaine's cock. He groaned and thrust his hips into Kurt's. Kurt whimpered. There was a nagging feeling in his stomach, one that said, "You shouldn't be doing this, Kurt", but god it felt so good, and Kurt missed this so much.

"Should--should really ha--oh god--hate you right now," Kurt managed to stutter out. Blaine kept grinding against Kurt, their erections not getting the contact they needed through the denim. 

"Let me make things up to you, baby," Blaine said. His voice was incredibly husky and sexy and oh god the way he spoke when he was turned on almost made Kurt lose it right there.

"No, ah, I don't think--ohgodfuckBlaine--I don't think we should be doing this," Kurt panted, weakly trying to push Blaine away.

Blaine leaned down and put his cheek to Kurt's. He licked the shell of Kurt's ear. "I'd stop, Kurt, but I don't really think you mean it."

All good decisions and judgement were thrown out the window. Kurt was completely gone. He barely knew his name; all he knew was that he missed Blaine's touch and how he felt and god he wanted him so badly. He began grinding against Blaine's pelvis. The denim was so frustrating, so inconveniently there.

"I think we need less clothing," Blaine muttered, already working on Kurt's pants button. Kurt began unbuttoning his shirt in a frenzy. When Kurt finished unbuttoning, Blaine already had his pants and boxer briefs slid down around his ankles. Kurt set to work on Blaine's clothes. He slid Blaine's shirt off, feeling the muscles of his chest, and damn had he been working out?

In just a few quick moments, they were both naked. Blaine gently pushed Kurt onto the couch. He placed gentle kisses to his mouth, his neck, his chest. He began kissing Kurt's pelvic bone, and Kurt involuntarily bucked. Blaine smirked. After all this time, he still knew Kurt's weak spots. His mouth traveled lower, pressing soft kisses on the head of Kurt's cock. Kurt moaned, low and loud. The sound drove Blaine crazy.

Blaine didn't waste any time by engulfing Kurt's cock with his wet, hot mouth.

"Oh, Blaine, god, I missed this so much...I missed you, I still love you--oh god don't stop, just like that--I still love you so much." Kurt struggled to get the words out, each word ending in a moan.

Blaine just hummed in agreeance, which sent Kurt over the edge. He bucked into Blaine's mouth. 

"Ahh, Blaine, if you don't--don't stop--shit--I'm not gonna--not gonna make it," Kurt moaned out. Blaine released Kurt's cock from his mouth with a small pop! and moved off the floor to lay on top of Kurt. Their bodies fit together perfectly, like they were made for each other. Blaine crashed his mouth into Kurt's. The kiss was full of fire. Blaine began rocking his hips against Kurt's and began to moan.

"Kurt, I'm so...so sorry. I didn't mea--mean to hurt you, baby. I hate myself every day, and I'm so sorry--shit, ohmygodKurtkeepmovingrightthere." His phrase ended in a hiss as Kurt rocked his hips into Blaine, and their erections slid together in just the right way and fuck Blaine missed this so much, and he missed Kurt so much. They moved together faster and faster until come was splattering their chests and they let out low groans of pleasure and fuck Kurt forgot how much he loved this.

Blaine slid off of Kurt and snuggled to his side, panting.

"Shit, Kurt," was all he could say.

As the lust and the pleasure and the fire and the passion--oh, god, the passion--subsided, the feelings came flooding back to Kurt. He felt disgusting. He felt cheap. It wasn't like him to just throw himself at people...and although he loved Blaine, it had been two years since he had been intimate with him. And now, Blaine just waltzes back into his life, and thinks he can just get sex whenever? What if--what if Blaine just wanted to use Kurt for sex?

The hurt and the grief over his relationship flooded into his heart, and caused Kurt's heart to feel like it was literally breaking. His stomach sank into his ankles. He turned away from Blaine and started shaking uncontrollably. He felt Blaine shift next to him.

"Babe? Baby...are you okay? Was it something I did?," Blaine asked, concern seeping from every word. What happens if that concern is just fake?, Kurt thought to himself. He felt sick. He wanted to vomit.

"Leave," Kurt whispered quietly.

"I don't understand...I thought we were going to try to work things out...? Kurt?"

"Leave, Blaine. Leave me alone. Go to the bathroom, clean yourself up, and leave. Don't come back here, don't contact me, don't contact my friends...leave," Kurt spat. The anger and the resentment and the hurt made their way to his voice, making his tone hateful. 

Blaine paused for a few seconds until Kurt turned around to face him, his face cold and his jaw rigid.

"I said leave, Blaine."

Blaine's face transformed from confused to absolutely heartbroken. He did what Kurt asked, though. He didn't want to hurt Kurt again. He picked his clothes up from the floor, went to the bathroom to clean himself up, and left.

Before he walked out the door, he paused, and looked Kurt directly in the eye.

"I'm not giving up, Kurt. Not now, not ever."

And with that, Blaine Anderson walked out of the door, leaving Kurt broken on the couch.