Blaine's eyes widened. Does he mean what I think he me- His thoughts were abruptly cut off by Kurt's lips crashing against his. Kurt's hands tightened in Blaine's hair, tugging him closer as Kurt traced his lips with his tongue. Blaine opened his mouth, granting Kurt entrance. Kurt traced the inside of Blaine's mouth slowly, carefully before leaning back.

Blaine blinked, "Is…is that how things start?" he asked, breathless.

Kurt nodded.

"And…and is that all we do?" Blaine asked, not meeting Kurt's eyes.

Kurt bit his lip, his eyes on his lap. "No," he whispered. Blaine placed a finger under Kurt's chin, tilting his face up so he could look into Kurt's nervous blue eyes.

"Show me what happens next, then," Blaine said, smiling gently.

Kurt pressed on Blaine's shoulders, urging him to stand up. Once Blaine was standing, Kurt shifted on the bed, leaning against the pillows and opening his arms. Blaine crawled up on the bed, straddling Kurt's body with his own. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck again, tugging him down gently. "Usually, one thing just leads to another," he whispered. "There are no pauses as we change position, and we're always touching each other in some way." Kurt leaned up, pressing a kiss to the tip of Blaine's nose.

"Come down here and kiss me, Blaine," Kurt requested. Blaine smiled, molding his body into Kurt's and pressing their lips together. His hands reached up, twining in Kurt's hair, while Kurt's hands grasped Blaine's hips. After a few moments, Blaine pulled away. Kurt whined, trying to reach Blaine's lips again. Blaine tugged on his hair, keeping Kurt's head on the pillow.

"What happens next, Kurt?"

Kurt bit his lips, his cheeks flushing even darker than they were already from the exertion of the last few minutes. Blaine leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Kurt's.

"Kurt?" he whispered, eyes anxious. "Do you want to stop? I'll understand if you-" Blaine stopped speaking abruptly, his eyes widening as he registered the movement of Kurt's hands. His hands are on my ass. My boyfriend's hands are on. my. ass.

Blaine groaned, smashing his lips to Kurt's and tightening his grasp on Kurt's hair. Kurt responded eagerly, his hands pressing harder into Blaine's ass. Blaine moaned, grinding his hips into Kurt's. Kurt arched upward, squeezing Blaine even harder in an attempt to increase the friction between the two of them.

Blaine tore his mouth away from Kurt's, leaning forward to press his lips against the hot skin of Kurt's neck. One of Kurt's hands flew to Blaine's face.

"Blaine," he said, breathless and voice strained.

Blaine pulled away, just enough to look into Kurt's eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

Kurt shook his head. "No, just…" He closed his eyes for a moment.

"Don't what, honey?" Blaine asked.

Kurt sighed.

"Don't leave any marks where they'll easily be seen, okay?"

Blaine chuckled, burying his face in Kurt's neck. "Deal," he murmured before sucking lightly on the juncture of Kurt's neck and shoulder.

"Where do we go from here, Kurt?" Kurt's breath hitched, and Blaine paused for a moment. "In your dreams, that is."

Kurt sighed.

"This is where I wake up, actually."

Blaine rose up on his elbows, disbelief plain on his face.

"You've got to be kidding."

Kurt shook his head and sighed. "Nope. I'm completely serious."

Blaine shifted back and forth, pursing his lips for a moment. A wicked gleam entered his eyes as he leaned down to whisper in Kurt's ear.

"Are you hard when you wake up, Kurt?"

Blaine felt Kurt tense beneath him, and he started to sit up, only to be stopped by Kurt's hand on the back of his head. Kurt turned his head slightly, so his lips were on Blaine's ear.

"Yes," he whispered.

"And..ah." Blaine paused, pressing a kiss to Kurt's neck. "What do you…do about that?"

Kurt was silent for a while, his breath coming in short gasps and his body still tense. He turned so his cheek was touching Blaine's again.

"Wait for it to go away so I can go back to sleep." The words were said in a rush, and Blaine found himself resisting the urge to ask Kurt to repeat himself.

"Hmmm…" Blaine murmured, the movement of his lips vibrating against Kurt's skin. "I think you should…try something different this time."

Kurt sighed.

"I don't want to have yet another pair of pants to wash, Blaine."

"Who said anything about wearing pants?"

Kurt jerked upwards, and Blaine sat up abruptly.

Blaine's eyes locked with Kurt's. "Did I…" he cleared his throat. "Did I go too far?" he asked.

Kurt shook his head. "No…I was just…surprised." He paused. "So…what, exactly, did you mean?"

Blaine stood up, holding out a hand for Kurt to hold on to while he sat up.

He led Kurt to the small area with Kurt's vanity and sat on the floor. Kurt remained standing, his expression puzzled.

"Sit down with your back against mine," Blaine said.

Kurt didn't move. "…what are you planning, Blaine?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Blaine sighed, his gaze shifting to focus on the floor. "I figure we can take care of our, um, problems…together, kind of."

Kurt's eyes widened. "Together?" What on earth could he possibly mean… The images flitting through Kurt's head were not anything he was remotely ready for, and if Blaine was suggesting…

Blaine shifted uncomfortably. "I just," he exhaled, and the gust of air shook his curls a little. "I know it sounds weird that I want to…get off…" His hands twisted in his lap. "…while you're here but…" he sighed. "Forget I said anything." He moved his hands to his sides, unfolding his legs as he began to stand up. A hand on his shoulder stopped him.

Kurt knelt next to Blaine. "Sit down," he whispered, kissing his cheek. "I think it's a…really nice idea, actually," he said, turning pink all the way up to the tips of his ears. Blaine relaxed, his lips turning up in a soft smile.

Kurt sat down behind him, shifting slightly in order to be comfortable.

"So," he said softly.

"So?…" Blaine replied with equal softness.

"What do we do now?"