“What do you want to listen to?” Kurt asks, fiddling with the stereo. Blaine opens his mouth but the ass is still in his view, tempting him. “I – I – I really don’t care…” He stammers, and Kurt chuckles from in front of him. “Spice Girls it is then.” With a final push, the CD is in the slot and the first few chords of the bubbly pop fill the room. He turns around and plops on the bed.

“Blaine?” he asks, noticing his boyfriend’s face all flushed. “Are you okay?” Of course I’m not, Christ. How do you not even realize- “I’m fine,” he sputters. “All good.” Kurt smiles and lays back on his bed.

Kurt hums along, pausing only enough to comment. “I love these girls to death, you don’t even realize, they are the bane of my-”

“Kurt, you’re hot.” Blaine blurts, interrupting him. Kurt looks at him with curious eyes.

“Blaine, you’re weird.” He says, sitting up and picking up a lotion to spread over his elbows. Blaine shakes his head.

“I’m serious, Kurt. Don’t you ever wonder if other guys find you hot?” Blaine asks, staring and wondering how Kurt could be so nonchalant about this conversation. He was moisturizing.

“No, and you should be relieved,” Kurt replied, “as you’re the only guy I wonder about. Why are you asking this?”

“I… I just feel like… never mind.” Blaine stuttered. Kurt paused and looked at him.

“Blaine?”

“Well, I just wonder if you find me hot,” he muttered. “If you ever feel… sexually attracted to me.” Blaine started blushing when Kurt didn’t respond immediately. Nice, Blaine. Kurt threw his head back and laughed, the sound ringing throughout the room.

“Of course I do, otherwise you wouldn’t be my boyfriend,” he said. “Right?” Blaine shrugged.

“Whatever, forget about it.” Blaine said, turning to the stereo.

“No, Blaine,” Kurt insisted, turning Blaine back to him. “Why are you asking this? Do you think I don’t? Do you not find me hot?”

“No, it’s just that- that you don’t ever feel like doing anything.” Kurt arched his eyebrow. “Sexually.”

“Oh, well-” Kurt’s words didn’t come out as Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hip and brought them to hip, mashing their lips together in a frenzy. Blaine pushed their bodies together, their lips crashing against each other in a kiss that was different than usual, wetter and hotter and all tongue and teeth clinking. Blaine moaned, pulling Kurt to him closer, and then Kurt tensed, his mouth stopping its movements.

“Blaine-”

“Kurt…”

“Blaine, I don’t know how to do this,” Kurt admitted. “I really… I don’t have any idea what I’m doing. We’re not… active sexually because I really don’t know anything about this. About pleasing you.”

“Kurt, you really don’t have to do anything for me,” Blaine replied. “I just want you to be comfortable… but not doing anything means you’ll never learn. You should be comfortable doing stuff with me, at least.” Kurt shifted.

“Well, I guess,” Kurt muttered, and he sat himself back in Blaine’s lap. “How do we start?” Blaine smiled and planted a kiss to Kurt’s forehead, cuddling him close.

“What if we went through this a bit at a time?” Blaine asked, glancing at the ceiling, an idea hitting him. “We get to see each other twice a week. We can try something new each time. I won’t judge you.” Blaine felt Kurt smile into his chest. He nuzzled him closer.

“Absolutely,” Kurt purred. “I can’t wait.” He hoped this was true.

And like that, they fell asleep, the two of them in each other’s arms, no sexual tension in their bodies. The two of them had this wonderful unspoken agreement. They could fall asleep in each other’s arms, in each other’s beds without implied sexual connotations. They simply slept more peacefully with their boyfriend spooning them. Kurt did wake however, in the middle of the night, and wondered
what he had gotten himself into.

~

That morning, Kurt had his dorm room before Blaine had even woken up, leaving a small note on the nightstand indicating that he was at the library, studying. Curious, Blaine looked around and couldn’t find any evidence as to why Kurt had left so suddenly – he had never done that before.

Pulling the sheets off his bed, he noticed that he had ventured into Kurt’s side of the bed that night, and that, oh shit, he had the most incredible morning wood he’d ever
seen.

Shit.

~

R U STILL @ THE LIB? Blaine texted while he was getting dressed. He hoped that he could still catch him while he was studying so they could talk. He got no response but left for the library anyways. He was going to talk to Kurt whether he liked it or not. Running from Blaine was not a good way to avoid an argument.

Strolling into the library, Blaine found Kurt as he sighed and thrust himself harder into his studies.

“Hey, Kurt.” He said as pulled out a chair and sat down right in front of Kurt who blushed and then pulled his head out of his book.

“Hi, Blaine.”

“You’ve never gotten out of bed so early.”

“Well… I was woken and I decided to study.”

“Woken by…?” Kurt started blushing, looking down at his book.

“You,” he replied, his voice wavering. “You snore, you know that?”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Blaine replied. “Are you sure it’s not me that did something specifically to wake you up? Perhaps I… nudged you?” He leaned forward to look at Kurt who had hesitated at first and then scoffed.

“You don’t make any sense,” he snapped and pressed harder on his pencil.

“Kurt,” Blaine said, a smile spreading across his face, as if he was about to giggle. “Are you afraid of my dick?”

Kurt’s jaw dropped and he looked around to see if anybody noticed what was happening. To be frank, he was hoping the earth would open up and swallow him whole.

“NO,” he whispered forcefully, swatting Blaine’s hands from his textbook. Blaine chuckled and leaned in closer.

“You are afraid of my dick,” he insisted, a little louder this time. He started giggling.

“Shut UP, Blaine,” Kurt replied, backing away from the table.

“You’re afraid of my di-iicck,” Blaine sang, this time not caring if anybody heard. Kurt was infuriated.

“I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOUR PENIS!” Kurt shouted as he sprang up to tower over Blaine. “I. AM. NOT. AFRAID. OF. YOUR. PENIS.” The last word hung in the air, and Kurt looked around to see everybody in the library staring at him. He sat down and put his head in his hands with a thump.

“Well, if you insist,” smirked Blaine. Kurt glared at him and oh, if looks could kill.