He felt Kurt trying to sit up and sat up himself, realizing after the fact that he was straddling Kurt’s hips. Kurt turned to the cab driver and gave him directions, before sliding the dividing window shut and turning to face Blaine, eyes dark and focused intently on Blaine’s mouth. Blaine swallowed and stared. They stayed that way for a few moments, just staring. There was a fleeting moment where Blaine’s brain tried once again to tell him that this was a bad idea, that if he wanted any chance at actually getting to know this boy, he should stop this right now. Blaine almost heard it nagging at him, almost stopped to listen to what it was trying to say, but then Kurt’s hand snaked it’s way up to cup the back of Blaine’s neck and pulled Blaine’s lips to his.

Kurt’s lips were just as soft and smooth as they looked, just as soft and smooth as Blaine had fantasized about every night for the past 3 weeks. The feeling of Kurt’s lips moving against his own was even more exciting than Blaine could ever have imagined, and he didn’t even give himself the chance to be embarrassed at the high pitched whimpers coming out of his mouth. With a jolt, he felt Kurt’s tongue swiping across his bottom lip and opened his mouth eagerly to let him in. The kiss became desperate and dirty, hungry as if they were trying to suck out the other’s tonsils. Blaine caught Kurt’s tongue between his lips and began to suck on it gently, and then with more fervor. The moan that Kurt emitted went straight to his groin.

He clutched at Kurt’s sides, willing him closer, and Kurt’s hands slid down his back, sliding into Blaine’s back pockets and pulling him further into his lap until their chests collided. Blaine pushed into the kiss, craving even more, until he had Kurt pinned to the car door, his hands braced against the window on either side of Kurt’s face. He pulled back briefly and could have come in his jeans just from the look of bliss on Kurt’s face and the swollen pout of his lips. Kurt lifted his gaze to connect with Blaine’s before grabbing his hips and pulling them down into his lap, bringing their erections together and causing them both to let out long moans. Blaine buried his face in Kurt’s neck and tried to remember how to breathe. He brought his hand up and was about to start unbuttoning Kurt’s shirt when he felt the cab slow down and suddenly remembered where they were. Kurt pushed him up roughly and slid the window open, tossing a wad of cash into the front seat.

“Keep the change!” he slurred as he somehow opened the door with his foot and shoved Blaine backwards through it, following as fast as his slightly impaired motor function would allow. He grabbed Blaine’s hand and pulled him toward the front of the building. He swiped his key card and opened the door, ushering Blaine through with an urgent push, and dragging him toward the elevator. Blaine knew that they were both visibly drunk, and there were a few people sitting in the lounge adjacent to the elevator lobby who had watched them stumble in, so the two just stood there waiting, standing inches apart and both itching to be able to touch again. When they finally heard the ding and the doors opened, they entered, trying not to attract too much attention and standing as straight as they could until the doors slid closed and obstructed them from view.

The second the doors met in the middle Kurt lunged at Blaine, fisting his shirt and swinging him around to pin him to the doors. Kurt hooked his fingers in Blaine’s collar and pulled it aside, attaching his lips to Blaine’s collarbone. Blaine let out a heavy sigh and braced himself against the doors, eyes falling shut. Kurt pressed his whole body against Blaine, and the warmth was making Blaine’s head spin. His breathing was short and jerky, and if Kurt didn’t stop soon, he might find himself in a sticky situation. Suddenly, the doors opened and he was stumbling backwards, clutching at Kurt’s biceps until they collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Blaine gasped for air as the wind was knocked out of him, and he slowly became aware of vibrations on his stomach and a muffled noise. He glanced down in time to see Kurt remove his face from his stomach, giggling uncontrollably. Kurt rolled off of him onto his back and wiped tears from the corner of his eyes. Blaine couldn’t help but begin to laugh himself, biting his knuckles as their laughter escalated until neither one of them could breathe. After a few minutes they began to calm down, and as their laughter quieted they both turned their heads on the ground and made gentle eye contact.

Blaine stared openly, mouth slightly agape and breathing slowly. Even though the edges of his vision were still swimming pleasantly from the alcohol, Kurt was perfectly in focus. He was staring back just as intently, but with a look on his face that Blaine couldn’t read. It was searching, almost confused, and Blaine wanted the smile back. Kurt pursed his lips together briefly and Blaine was about to ask him what’s wrong, but before he could get his voice to work Kurt sprang up from the ground and held his hand out to Blaine, the glint back in his eyes.

“C’mon. My room’s just around the corner.”

Blaine hesitated for just a moment, thrown by the sudden change in demeanor. But, the mischievous smile was back on Kurt’s lips, so Blaine decided not to dwell on it. He took Kurt’s outstretched hand and allowed himself to be pulled up off the ground. His head rushed suddenly and he swayed a little as he tried to find his balance. Kurt caught him around the waist and whispered into his ear.

“Whoa there, easy.”

Blaine shuddered at the warm breath that tickled his ear and neck, and murmured his thanks as Kurt began to tug him around the corner and down the hall. They finally reached the door that must be Kurt’s, and Kurt dropped Blaine’s hand to fish for his keys. Blaine cozied up behind Kurt and placed his hands on either side of his waist, nuzzling the back of his neck with his nose. Kurt squirmed and tipped his head back onto Blaine’s shoulder as he let out a low chuckle.

“You know, that’s very distracting, and unless you plan on getting naked right here in the hallway, I’m gonna need to unlock the door at some point,” he said in a low voice, lifting his hand up to cup the back of Blaine’s neck. Blaine just tightened his grip and began pressing open-mouthed kisses to the spot beneath Kurt’s ear.

“Well then I guess you’ll just have to concentrate really...” he nipped at Kurt’s earlobe, “...hard.”

Kurt’s eyes fell shut and he groaned, hips moving backward and grinding his ass against Blaine’s still prominent erection. Kurt fumbled with the keys and attempted to shove the key into the lock, failing three times before realizing the key was upside down. Blaine laughed and pinched his hipbone playfully.

“Just a second! I’ve almost...” The key finally slid in and the lock clicked. They practically fell through the door and Blaine kicked it closed behind them. Kurt had already turned around and was tugging at the bottom of Blaine’s shirt. Blaine kicked out of his shoes and lifted his arms, allowing himself to be stripped. Kurt stared at his chest hungrily as Blaine fisted Kurt’s shirt, pulling him in closer and starting to undo the buttons as fast as he could make his fingers move. He swallowed hard when he finally pushed Kurt’s shirt off his shoulders. Kurt’s smooth skin was stretched taut over his abdomen and the muscles in his arms were deliciously toned. Blaine could feel his mouth watering.

His eyes found Kurt’s, lust blown and dark, and in half a second he closed the gap between them and smashed their mouths together. It was sloppy and wet but Kurt moaned when Blaine sucked on his tongue. Kurt ran his hands down Blaine’s sides before hooking them in his belt and pulling him toward the bed. They stopped when the back of Kurt’s knees hit the bed but stayed upright, their lips never missing a beat. Kurt’s hands had made their way to the front of Blaine’s jeans and were swiftly undoing his belt buckle and button, wasting no time in yanking down the zipper and finally breaking the kiss to push Blaine’s pants and boxers down in one go. Blaine stumbled a bit before kicking out of his clothes, now completely exposed. Kurt was breathing heavily now as Blaine stepped so close that they were practically touching from shoulder to toe, leaning in to press a kiss to Kurt’s bare shoulder. He tilted his head and whispered,

“Your turn.”

He dropped to his knees and Kurt’s eyes went wide. Blaine smirked as he began to unlace Kurt’s boots. Kurt huffed.

“Tease.”

Once Kurt’s feet were sufficiently bare, Blaine ran his hands up the backs of Kurt’s calves and around and up his thighs, cupping the bulge in his jeans lightly before slowly moving to undo the button. Kurt grunted, becoming impatient.

“Oh my god, just...move!” He batted Blaine’s hands away and shed the last of his clothing himself, tossing it somewhere to be instantly forgotten as he grabbed Blaine’s wrists and fell back onto the bed, pulling Blaine on top of him.

Blaine scrambled on top of him a bit before slotting them together and beginning to rock. They had both been achingly hard since the bar, and the long awaited friction caused Kurt to moan loudly while Blaine let out a choked sob of relief. Blaine latched his mouth onto Kurt’s, tongue thrusting inside as he tasted the sweet flavor of Kurt laced with the lingering hints of the alcohol.

Kurt whined and arched underneath him, meeting every one of his thrusts. Blaine moved his mouth to Kurt’s pale neck, migrating down to his collarbone and sucking a deep bruise into the skin there. His skin was so smooth that Blaine almost couldn’t make himself stop. The skin was so silky against his tongue that he hummed against Kurt’s chest. Kurt shivered and giggled as his hand flew up to bury itself in the back of Blaine’s curls. His free hand reached blindly for his bedside drawer, finding the handle and yanking it open. He fished out the bottle of lube he kept there and a condom and set them on the table, shutting the drawer. The noise of the drawer made Blaine’s head shoot up, smirking once he saw the supplies on the table. He lifted himself up onto his knees.

It was then that he looked down at Kurt’s cock for the first time. They had been so wrapped up in each other falling onto the bed that Blaine had almost forgotten it was there. You know. Almost.

It was gorgeous and flushed, curving up towards his belly button. Blaine could feel his breathing speed up, and before he knew it he was reaching out. He took Kurt in his hand and gave it an experimental stroke. Kurt’s hips lifted off the bed as he gasped. Blaine’s eyes fluttered shut and a groan rumbled in his chest. Kurt felt perfect in his hand. After all these weeks of fantasizing, he could never have predicted that it would feel this amazing, this right.

“Oh god, that’s...please.” Kurt was flushed from cheeks to belly button now, and begging Blaine for more. Blaine reached for the lube and coated his fingers. He placed a hand on Kurt’s thigh for a moment and then hesitated, considering. Kurt’s eyes were on his in confusion. What are you waiting for?

Then Blaine widened his stance on his knees, moved his fingers to behind himself, and slid one finger knuckle deep into himself.

Kurt’s eyes widened and he let out a whimper.

“Oh...fuck.”

Kurt’s hand flew to his cock and gripped the base, his breath shallow and his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Blaine’s mouth fell open around a silent moan as he worked himself open, gradually adding more fingers and watching as Kurt’s eyes slowly cracked open until he was watching Blaine with dark eyes, panting.

Eventually Kurt had had enough. He moved his hands to Blaine’s hips and made to flip them, but Blaine stopped him. He smirked down at him.

“Uh-uh. You’re staying right there.” Blaine’s voice was a little breathier than he wanted, but he got his point across. Kurt gaped at him as he lay back. Blaine grabbed the condom and ripped it open with his teeth, rolling it onto Kurt with one hand while his other was still occupied. Finally, he pulled his fingers out of his ass and whined at the loss, but used his still slick fingers to coat Kurt’s cock. He found the bottle and poured a little more onto his fingers for good measure and gave a few more firm strokes before lining himself up. He held his breath as he stared down into Kurt’s piercing blue eyes, though the blue was just a small sliver around the outside of his pupils now. As Kurt’s eyes met his, he saw Kurt stop breathing as well.

Time seemed to stop for a moment.

They just sat there, staring at each other. The intensity of the gaze was electric. Blaine could swear he saw sparks light up between them and behind Kurt’s eyes. Kurt grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers, and for a moment things seemed incredibly intimate.

But the moment passed. Kurt blinked and dropped his hand, letting out a desperate whine and gripping Blaine’s thigh, urging him down.

Blaine let out the breath he was holding as he slid down slowly. Both boys let out loud moans, and Blaine wondered briefly how thin Kurt’s dorm room walls were, but realized he didn’t care. Kurt Hummel was balls deep in his ass.

He so did not care.

He had a gorgeous, talented, sexy, gorgeous boy underneath him, and the rest of the world could go fuck themselves as far as he was concerned.

He tensed his leg muscles and lifted himself up a little until only the head was still inside. Kurt whined at the upward drag and grappled at his hips. He caught Blaine’s eye and gave him a desperate look, but just as Blaine was about to give in and sink back down, Kurt’s fingers dug into Blaine’s thighs and he slammed up into Blaine.

Blaine’s head flew back as he screamed in surprise and pleasure. Kurt slid back out and slammed in again, building up a rhythm that had Blaine moaning and helpless above him. Blaine could feel the sweat running down his exposed throat, and when he finally brought his head up and looked down, he saw Kurt watching the drops hungrily.

Eventually, Kurt’s eyes fell closed and he grunted as his abs and leg muscles struggled to keep up the rhythm. He suddenly pulled out, and Blaine thought he might cry at the emptiness, but Kurt shuffled quickly up the bed so that he could sit up against the headboard and beckoned Blaine to him with his index finger. Blaine wasted no time in crawling up the bed and climbing into Kurt’s lap, realigning and sinking down onto him once more.

They were closer like this. Kurt had his arms wrapped around Blaine’s waist as Blaine’s fingers laced themselves behind Kurt’s neck. Blaine leaned in for a tender kiss as he began to rock in Kurt’s lap. The rhythm was slower this time, gentler. The kisses were soft and warm, and soon they were both whimpering against each other’s lips. Blaine wanted this to last. He was so happy in this moment, here with Kurt Hummel, the boy of his dreams, but somewhere, underneath everything, the ever-growing sober part of his brain kept trying to interrupt. It knew that things could fall apart spectacularly as soon as this was over. Blaine tried hard to ignore it, devoting his energy to getting lost in Kurt and trying to make this one perfect moment last as long as possible.

He pulled back to rest his forehead against Kurt’s as his thigh muscles began to burn. He could feel Kurt’s fingers digging into his back as his moans became more desperate. When Kurt finally spoke, he sounded completely undone, voice high and shaky.

“I-I’m close. God, I’m so close...” he stammered as one hand came up to cup the side of Blaine’s neck. Blaine increased his speed just slightly and gripped Kurt’s face in his hands, pulling him back so that he could look into his eyes. What he found there nearly made his heart stop.

Blaine could see all of the sexual desire, the urgency, the desperation, but what really struck him was that there was also a tenderness, a fondness, a bashful uncertainty hidden behind the fire. It was the same searching look that Blaine had seen on the hallway floor, the one that left Kurt looking so vulnerable, so fragile. Blaine’s head was much clearer than it had been, and he closed his eyes as he came back to the realization that he did not just want to sleep with Kurt. He wanted to be with Kurt. He wanted to be Kurt’s. He felt so inexplicably drawn to this boy he didn’t even know, and it hurt. There was a deep, longing ache in the pit of his stomach that threatened to overtake him, and he felt a painful tug in his chest as he suddenly remembered that Kurt did not feel the same way, did not even know his name. He bit back tears as he held Kurt tighter, wanting to be as close to him as possible while he still could.

They’re rhythm was desperate now, both of them panting and covered in sweat. They’re eyes remained locked, as if there were a connection there that might destroy them both if it should break. Blaine wished that he could make Kurt’s gaze mean more than it did, trying so hard to convey with his eyes just what Kurt meant to him, that this was so much more to Blaine than what it probably was to Kurt. Kurt blinked, seeming to falter for a split second before his hand tightened around the back of Blaine’s neck and dragged him in for a passionate kiss as he came.

Blaine swallowed up Kurt’s moans eagerly, sucking them right out of his mouth as he continued to rock, blocking out the doubts in his head as he brought himself to his own orgasm. He relished the final drag of Kurt’s cock as he came, shaking in Kurt’s lap as colors burst behind his eyelids and Kurt’s arms tightened around him, grounding him as he came harder than he had in his entire life.

As they both finally came down, Blaine was vaguely aware of Kurt swearing quietly in response to the intensity of the experience, and Blaine smiled. He gave Kurt’s lips one final lazy peck before sliding off and collapsing onto Kurt’s chest as Kurt slid down the bed. He buried his face into Kurt’s collarbone, breathing heavily against the skin and practically purring as he felt Kurt’s fingers carding through his hair.

He rolled off eventually onto his back and basked in the afterglow, but it only lasted a moment. He tensed as he felt Kurt’s hand freeze suddenly, and almost whimpered as Kurt snatched his hand back. The entire mood had shifted, and the reality of what had happened hit Blaine like a ton of bricks.

He’d just had a one night stand.

That’s all this was. One night. After all the admiring, all the wondering, all the fantasizing, all the dreaming about what they could be together, it was all over in one drunken night of indulgence. Blaine felt so stupid.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at Kurt. He couldn’t. He sat up and grabbed his jeans, pulling them on awkwardly and looking around for the rest of his clothes. He finished dressing and finally steeled himself to turn around and face Kurt. Kurt wasn’t looking at him either.

He stammered painfully through some word vomit and stood his ground through a devastatingly forced exchange before Kurt finally burst out with

“Oh my god just go!”

The words pierced through Blaine’s heart like a jagged knife. So this is how it ends, he thought, before it even begins. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, to save the situation, to change Kurt’s mind, but what could he say? He’d fucked up. He closed his mouth, walked out, and closed the door behind him.

Kurt continued to sit on his bed, still in shock at what had just happened. He let his head fall forward into his hands and groaned. He looked around for his pants and fished his phone out of the pocket, scrolling through his contacts until he found Rachel’s number. He pressed dial and listened to it ring, hoping that she was still awake. Eventually he heard the telltale click.

“Kurt? Kurt, what-”

“Why did I let you talk me into this?”