Kurt woke up on the middle of the night, thirsty. He was on his way to the kitchen when he stopped in front of Blaine’s bedroom, the sound of laughter calling his attention. He got closer to the door, pressing his ear on the dark wooden door in an attempt to understand what was going on.

“Sebastian, stop.” Blaine’s voice was heavy, just like his breathing, as if he had just ran a marathon. “People will hear us.”

“As if you cared.” Sebastian replied, his voice with the same tone he used when he was flirting with Blaine.

 Kurt’s heart was already beating in a non healthy speed and it just got worse when he heard the sound of them (who else could it be?) moving on the mattress, the bed creaking. Kurt found himself incapable of moving, especially when he heard Blaine moaning. He wondered whether he should knock on the door and just face Blaine or if he should just go back to Rachel’s room and pretend he hadn’t heard anything. A few hours, or minutes, Kurt couldn’t really tell, passed until a noise, other than moans and of the bed cracking, came out of the room.

“This was good, wasn’t it?” Sebastian’s voice asked.

“Yeah, it was.” Blaine sounded sleepy. “It was awesome. You never told you were that good at it.”

Like a miracle Kurt’s legs seemed to have regained strength and he found himself walking towards Rachel’s room, slowly, trying to process what he had heard. Blaine couldn’t cheat on him. Not after what had happened earlier. He just couldn’t imagine what he’d do if Blaine left him. He just couldn’t. He cried silently, hugging himself, the fact that his clothes smelled like Blaine not helping at all. When he finally managed to sleep it was already dawn.

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Blaine looked hopefully at the door when he heard a noise, only to be disappointed when he saw Rachel entering on the kitchen.

“Where’s Kurt?”

“Good morning for you too, brother.” Rachel grabbed the bread and the Nutella on the top of the counter. “Answering your question, which you politely asked, Kurt’s currently asleep, in my room.”

“Shouldn’t he be awake by now?” Blaine tried to sound relaxed, but, by the look Rachel gave him it didn’t work. Kurt was usually the first one to wake up, even they’d sleep late.

“I guess.” Rachel shrugged, glancing around. The kitchen looking awkwardly empty. “Where’s your friend?”

“He’s on the phone.” He raised an eyebrow, staring at Rachel, who passed Nutella on the bread, humming. “Why?”

“Look, Blaine,” She put the fork aside. “I’m your sister and I’m older than you, therefore smarter and don’t you even try to deny it.” She put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. “Please be careful with Sebastian, he looks like the kind of guy who doesn’t accept a no as an answer and he clearly fancies you.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Kurt is my best friend. I’d be pretty upset if you ever hurt him.”

“I love Kurt, Rach. I’d never hurt him.”

Rachel nodded, shrugging and grabbing the fork again. She was almost done with the Nutella toasts when she saw Kurt going downstairs.

“Good morning, everybody.” Kurt sat next to Rachel, kissing her cheek as he gave a bite on one of the toasts. “Where’s Mercedes?”

“She had to leave early.”

“Did you sleep well?” Blaine tried to take Kurt’s hand, who pulled it away quickly.

“No. But I know you and Sebastian had a wonderful night.” Kurt snapped, getting up, the plate with the toasts on his hand.

Rachel glanced at Blaine and Sebastian, who had just arrived, with fire in her eyes.

“Kurt, I can expl-“ Blaine tried to go after the boy, who hurried upstairs, but Rachel blocked his away, putting her hands on his chest. “Rachel, I nee-“

“Blaine, don’t.” She warned. “I’ll talk to him.”

Blaine watched, with a hopeless expression, as she went upstairs. The last thing he wanted in the entire world was to see Kurt sad because of him and yet, this was the 3rd time that had happened within one day. Sebastian raised his eyebrows murmuring something like “idiot”.

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Blaine was on his room, starring at the same picture of him and Kurt for the past 10 minutes or so. Sebastian had done a great job distracting him all day, but, now that he was alone nothing could calm his mind. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t listen to the sound of his door opening.

“Blaine?” Kurt gulped loudly at the sight of Blaine laid on his bed, shirtless, still wet from the bath.

“Kurt.” Blaine flew to the door, stopping just to put the photo on his nightstand. He hugged the boy tightly, sighing in relief when Kurt didn’t pull back. “I swear I can explain.”

“You don’t need to explain anything.”

Kurt didn’t give Blaine time to react as he closed the gap between their lips, kissing the boy hard.

“Kurt.” Blaine moaned on Kurt’s mouth, sliding one arm to Kurt’s waist and keeping the other on his back. He broke the kiss for a brief moment, locking the door.

Kurt took Blaine’s hand, guiding him to the bed, wrapping his legs around Blaine’s waist as soon as both of them were laid. Kurt’s shirt was damp, gluing to his body, due to Blaine’s wet chest. He placed his hand on Blaine’s neck, bringing the boy’s lips to his own. The kiss was wet and sloppy, lasting only a few seconds before both of them broke it, reluctantly, pulling back so they could breathe.

Blaine rolled of Kurt, watching Kurt closely, the boy’s chest moving up and down as he breathed deeply.

“Damn, Kurt, this needs to go.” He pointed at Kurt’s creased shirt.

“Feel free to do it.” Kurt replied, still slightly out of breath, waving his hand. He kept his eyes closed as he felt Blaine’s weight on top of him again, the boy’s fingers working on the buttons of his shirt.

By the time Kurt slid Blaine’s jeans’ zipper down, Blaine was so hard it got to the point of being painful. His back arched unwittingly when Kurt placed his thigh on the middle of Blaine’s. He ground his hips down, dying to have some relief. He tried to get rid of Kurt’s pants whilst grinding his hips down, and, as if it wasn’t hard enough, Kurt had found the hickey he had left on Blaine’s neck on the previous night and started sucking on it, making Blaine even harder, if it was physically possible.

“Fuck, Kurt.” He groaned, finally getting rid of Kurt’s pants, taking a minute to appreciate the view of Kurt’s long, pale legs, just as smooth as the rest of his skin. He planted kisses all over Kurt’s flat stomach, making Kurt’s fingers curl tightly on his hair every time his lips touched the skin.

“I hope this as good as what Sebastian did.” Kurt whispered, bringing Blaine’s lips to his again.

Blaine froze once his brain was able to process the words. Rolling off Kurt he sat on the bed, eyeing the brunette carefully. “Kurt, is that why you were doing this?” Blaine ran his finger through his hair, nervously, trying not to let his anger take control off him. “Answer me, Kurt.” He ordered, grinding his teeth.

Kurt bit his lower lip, meeting Blaine’s gaze. His heart tightened painfully in his chest at the sight of Blaine’s hurt expression. Although it was Blaine’s fault, he couldn’t help but feel horrible. “I wanted to make you feel good.” He admitted his voice not higher than a whisper. “Like Sebastian did.” A tear he didn’t realize it was on his eyes rolled through his face. “I’m sorry.”

“Like Sebastian did?” Blaine frowned, looking honestly confused. “Nothing happened with him.”

“But you two were laughing. And you were moaning and you said something about people hearing you two.” Kurt stated, the words coming out of his mouth quickly. “And you said something about him being go-“

“Kurt,” Blaine moved closer, placing both hands on Kurt’s face, forcing the boy to look at him. “Sebastian was tickling me, that’s why I was laughing. And, about the, uh, moans,” Blaine blushed faintly, though not dropping his gaze. “I had a back ache, I told you about it earlier that day, and he made a massage on me.” He gave a peck on Kurt’s lips, grinning. “Did you really think I was going to do something with him after what had happened earlier?” He shook his head, sliding, one of his hands to Kurt’s waist. “I love you.”

“I’m an idiot. A jealous idiot.” Kurt grabbed one of the pillows and pressed it against his face, ashamed.

“You’re not. You’re beautiful.” Blaine took the pillow out of Kurt’s face, throwing it somewhere in the room. “You’re my beautiful, perfect, wonderful boyfriend.” Blaine smiled. “And, yeah, well, you can be jealous sometimes, but you’re my jealous.”

“I love you.”

Kurt kissed Blaine softly, enjoying the feeling of Blaine’s lips on his. He slid his tongue inside Blaine’s mouth, enjoying the wet heat, as he pressed his body against Blaine’s.

“Ok, Kurt, stop.” Blaine got up and walked away from Kurt. “We’re both practically naked and I’m hard, so if you’re ready to do it, just tell me, otherwise, please, put your clothes on, because if you don’t I won’t be able stop, even if you ask me to.”

“Sorry.” Kurt blushed, trying to put his pants as quick as possible, which was basically impossible considering how damp his skin was and how tight the pants were. “Great choice of clothes, Kurt.” He thought, turning around so he didn’t have to face Blaine. “I’m really sorry.” Kurt chewed on his bottom lip, turning around as he put his shirt one. “I-I should go. I’ll call you.”

“Love…” Blaine walked towards Kurt, reaching out for his hand. “Come here.”

They sat on the bed, Blaine leaning on the headboard as Kurt passed his arms though his bare waist, resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder.

“You’re, honestly, the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He whispered on Blaine’s neck, Kurt running his finger though Blaine’s hair.

“I love you.” Blaine said, kissing the top of Kurt’s head.

“Love you too, especially,” He held Blaine’s hand, which was on its way to his hair. “When you’re not ruffling my hair.”

Kurt lay on bed, resting his head on the pillow. He inhaled deeply, it smelled like a mix of Blaine’s shampoo, his cologne and Kurt, was glad to notice, his own shampoo. The smell made him feel light and happy as Blaine passed his arm through Kurt’s waist, snuggling up to him.

Blaine’s nose was glued to Kurt’s nape, his scent invading Blaine’s nose, relaxing his body and mind. There was something extremely peaceful on being laid with Kurt, the way his chest moved up and down, in a constant rhythm, the way he’d occasionally grip on Blaine’s hand and let it go after a few minutes, but mostly, the way everything felt right when he was with Kurt in his arms.

“You’re everything to me.” He whispered, closing his eyes as he began to feel himself drifting asleep.