“Hey, Kurt!” chirps Rachel, doing a little curtsy with her pink sundress. Kurt laughs and lets her in. Mercedes and Tina step inside after her. He leads them all downstairs into his bedroom in the basement, and the girls all gasp when they see the decorations.

The room is covered in white flowers, lacy ribbons, and balloons. Kurt’s also laid out a new rug and managed to hang up a small chandelier. There’s a perfect little round table with a flowery tablecloth and a gorgeous antique tea set in front of the TV.

“Wow… everything looks great!” exclaims Tina.

“Yeah, and you look fabulous, Kurt,” adds Mercedes. Kurt’s wearing tight white skinny jeans, dark gray boots, a ruffled navy blue shirt, and even a little silver crown with rhinestones.

“As always.” Kurt winks. “And you ladies look splendid as well!” He admires their colorful dresses approvingly. “Be careful with the tea set though. That’s my best one.”

“Your best one? How many do you have?” asks Rachel.

“A few. Too many, according to my dad.” The girls take a seat on the couch and Kurt hurries upstairs to the kitchen to grab the tea sandwiches he’s been working on all morning. When he’s at the top of the stairs, Mercedes takes the remote and turns on the TV.

“Ohmygod!” Kurt practically screams, running back down. “Don’t start it without me!”

Rachel laughs. “Calm down. They’re just showing the crowd.”

“I don’t care, I want to see it all! There’s never been a royal wedding in my lifetime and I’ve waited years to see this! Pause it!”

The girls roll their eyes, but do so anyway. They instantly forgive Kurt, though, when he returns with several plates of tea sandwiches and pours them tea.

They all laugh at the crazy mobs, admire the architecture, and analyze all the weird hats.

“What the hell is that one? It looks like some exotic fruit.”

“How many peacocks did they kill to make that thing?”

“That one just looks like a penis.”

When they finally see Kate Middleton, Kurt jumps up and shrieks, “OHMYGOD! Ohmygod! Look at her dress!!!” And he doesn’t stop babbling about it for the entire ceremony.

An hour later Kurt’s still chattering away over the dress design. Tina tries to get him to shut up. “Speaking of dresses, have you guys gotten your prom dresses yet?” she asks Mercedes and Rachel.

Kurt’s jaw drops. “P-prom?”

“Uh, yeah, prom’s in three weeks,” says Tina.

“Ohmygod. Holy shit.”

“Did you seriously forget?” Mercedes laughs. “That’s so not Kurt Hummel. How could you forget an opportunity to dress up?”

“Well, I’ve been so busy getting ready for the royal wedding! Ohmygod, I can’t believe this!” Kurt slaps his palm to his face.

“Well, you still have plenty of time,” says Rachel.

“Three weeks? I need to shop and figure out my outfit! And my hair, and my shoes, and boutonnieres, and ohmygod, a date!”

“You have Blaine!” says Mercedes. “Duh! Go with him! I mean, you guys have been together for a few months now.”

“Yeah, but what if he doesn’t want to go? What if the school doesn’t let me bring a guy? Wait, how do I ask him? Or is he supposed to ask me? We’re both guys!” Kurt’s seriously panicking now.

“Hmm, good point.” Tina looks stumped.

“Yeah, I don’t know either,” shrugs Rachel.

“That’s no help!” cries Kurt.

-

That night, he’s at Blaine’s house, cuddling on the couch with him while they watch Beauty and the Beast.

“Hey, Blaine?” Kurt murmurs.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Have you ever gone to prom?”

Blaine turns to meet blue eyes with his hazel, looking puzzled. “No, why?”

“No reason. Well, actually, the McKinley prom is in a few weeks. I don’t have a date, though.”

“Hmm. Neither do I.”

“What a shame.”

“Are you going to go?” asks Blaine.

“Yeah, probably. Except I just found out about it today, so I don’t know if I’ll have enough time to go get an outfit and stuff.”

“Kurt, you’ll look great no matter what.” Blaine smiles. “You always do.”

Kurt blushes. “But this is important! It’s prom!”

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll figure something out in time.” Blaine presses a warm kiss to Kurt’s ear, making him shudder. “Maybe we can go shopping together.”

“That’d be so much fun! Really?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Yay!” Kurt bounces happily. “I’m so excited!”

“Me too. I like helping you try on clothes.” Blaine winks.

Kurt’s cheeks go even redder. “You just like taking them off.”

“Well, that too,” says Blaine in a low whisper. Oh god, just his voice getting that deep is enough to turn Kurt on. That’s the voice his boyfriend saves for nights like these, when they’re alone together and tangled in the sheets, sweaty and panting for air. Thank Gaga no one else is home. Blaine’s fingers slide down to the front of Kurt’s shirt, undoing the buttons way too slowly as he presses kisses to his pale neck.

“Oh, oh- Blaine,” whispers Kurt, twisting his fingers in his boyfriend’s curly hair. Blaine finishes undoing the buttons and buries his face in Kurt’s chest, kissing and biting and licking at his skin. He sucks a pinch of flesh above his heart roughly, leaving a small red bruise, before he continues down to Kurt’s jeans.

He unzips them and pulls them down over his hips along with his underwear, exposing Kurt’s hard-on. Blaine smirks and leans up to kiss Kurt, tickling his hipbones gently with his fingers.

“Mmm,” Kurt moans into the kiss when Blaine slides his tongue inside. Blaine’s hands trail down to rest between Kurt’s legs, where he tantalizingly massages the insides of his thighs. Kurt gasps and pulls away from the kiss. “Blaine, Blaine,” he whines.

“Yes?” murmurs Blaine, his breath hot on Kurt’s ear. His hands move up, so they’re pressing against his balls, but not touching him where he’s dying to be touched.

“Blaine, please…”

“Please what?”

Kurt wiggles his hips, fucking the air, trying to fuck something. “Touch me, Blaine, please…”

“Where? Here?” asks Blaine teasingly, reaching up to squeeze one of Kurt’s nipples.

“Oh Jesus- Blaine, touch my cock, I need you to touch me.”

“Oh, there!” Blaine laughs. “All you had to do was ask.” But he finally wraps his hands firmly around Kurt’s cock, making Kurt let out a long groan. He pumps up and down, letting his thumbs graze the tip and that one little spot on the underside that he knows drives Kurt insane.

“Fuck,” Kurt moans. Blaine pulls one hand away and presses his fingers to Kurt’s lips. “Suck,” he commands. He does so, licking and tasting, until Blaine’s satisfied. Then with those fingers, Blaine reaches down below Kurt’s balls, spreads him open, and slips them inside. Kurt gasps at the initial pain, but then finds himself grinding down on his fingers, needing the friction.

Blaine picks up the pace on his cock, pumping harder and faster, at the same time that he spreads his fingers around inside Kurt, stretching him. Kurt groans, desperately pushing himself down onto Blaine’s fingers. He wants, needs, him, deeper, needs him to reach that one little spot. And when he finally does, all it takes is Blaine to stroke it twice before Kurt comes, cries of “Blaine” and “fuck” tumbling from his lips.

Blaine keeps going until Kurt’s done, before he stops and slowly pulls out his fingers. Kurt whimpers a little at the loss, but Blaine kisses him gently on the cheek and everything is okay. Blaine gets up to get some tissues, and comes back to clean up his boyfriend. Kurt tries to grab one, but Blaine refuses. “Just relax, I’ll take care of you,” he says. So Kurt just closes his eyes and lays back as Blaine wipes down his stomach and his hips. Once he’s done, he pulls his underwear and jeans back up, and rebuttons his shirt.

“Oh, hey, our movie ended,” Blaine frowns. “Whaddya know.”

“Really? I didn’t even notice,” says Kurt. “Huh.”

“I would hope you wouldn’t be watching it while I get you off,” says Blaine, grinning.

“Well, you know, just when I get bored,” replies Kurt sarcastically.

“You definitely weren’t bored that time,” says Blaine with a smirk. “You were begging me.”

“Hey, you know this means I’m just going to do that to you next time.”

“Oh, fuck. Kurt Hummel, you are a tease.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

“I sure do.” Blaine kisses his forehead. “Cuddle?”

“I’d love to,” replies Kurt, pulling his boyfriend close. He wraps his arms around his stomach tightly. He’ll let Blaine be the little spoon tonight.

So that was amazing and all, but he still doesn’t really know what he’s going to do about prom.