“Get your ass back here!”  Kurt yelled as he caught up with Blaine's retreating form.  He has guessed right, insomuch as Blaine would be heading towards the bus terminal at the school, and had managed to spot him from afar, breaking into a run as he closed in on him.

Blaine at first tried to ignore Kurt, but when it became clear that he wasn't going to be able to do that without making a scene, he finally spun around and looked at Kurt with those damned soulful eyes that made it difficult for Kurt to feel anything but sorry for Blaine… and that damned ugly suit he was back in.

“Kurt…”  Blaine began as soon as Kurt reached him and they were standing toe to toe.

“No!”  Kurt interrupted, a finger pointing its way to Blaine's face such that he was forced to be silent.  “You don't get to talk.  You chose to take the coward's way out and write me a damned letter.  No talking.”

So Blaine sealed his lips back together and dropped his gaze like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar while Kurt let loose.

“YOU do not get to decide what is best for me.  You do not read minds, especially not mine.  You have no right to decide I'm somehow better off without you and, dammit, you can't say we're at different points in our lives because that's such a damned cliche that makes no sense whatsoever.  Everyone is at different points in their lives, even if they look like they're on par on the outside… some are closer to death and some are closer to understanding the meaning of life and that can be anywhere on the bloody spectrum of your existence and…. “  He took a breath in, “I'm rambling… but…. god damn it Blaine!  You just don't get to run off because you think you're an interference in my life!”

Blaine's eyes lifted, gazing up past his lids at Kurt's face, beet red from his rant.

“You can talk now.”  Kurt said with a huff, remembering his earlier order and that Blaine, fresh from service still, probably was used to waiting until being given permission to speak, especially since Kurt had just told him to be quiet.

“I… I thought… well… I didn't know you had a boyfriend now…”

Kurt rolled his eyes, “I don't.  Clearly you weren't listening closely enough.”

“Wait, what?” A new voice joined in and Kurt had to wince.  Adam.  Of course he'd show up now.

Both Blaine and Kurt turned their heads towards the English boy in the little toque barely attached to his head looking absolutely lost in the conversation he hadn't been invited to and Kurt inwardly cursed both the man's poor timing as well as the fact that he was having to deal with this issue now.

So he sighed, and following up with his rant with Blaine, broke into an all too quick spiel to get Adam out of there.  

“Look.  You're a nice guy.  Our dates were fabulous… but I don't feel like it's going anywhere.  It's not you, it's me… and quite frankly, I have feelings for someone else.”

Throughout it all, he gestured wildly - first his hands were in the air, then at his side, and finally swooping towards Blaine as he indicated just who his feelings were for.  Both the other men watched his hands, both appearing overwhelmed with how quickly Kurt was brushing Adam off, and if Kurt wasn't already feeling volatile about having to chase after Blaine, he might have also been surprised with himself.

“Uh… yeah… well… uh…”  Adam's loss for words didn't wear well on Kurt's lack of patience and the Englishman seemed to pick up on that too with the tap-tap-tap of Kurt's toes on the sidewalk, excusing himself by way of saying, “Well… I guess I'll see you around then.”

With Adam walking off, Kurt turned his attention back to Blaine who still looked absolutely lost - not only in the suit, but with what had just occurred in front of him.  “Kurt… you didn't have to… for me…”

“Oh for…”  Kurt just shook his head and reached for Blaine's hand, “Come on.  Let's get back and have supper.”

But Blaine hesitated and so Kurt had to look back at him, aggravation building in his bones.  “What?”

“You still have feelings for me?”

If he rolled his eyes much harder, they might just leave his eye sockets.  “Of course I do you moron.”

That seemed to be enough for Blaine to follow Kurt's lead back to the dorms, the pair having to rush as the rain started to fall fiercely enough to match Kurt's current state of mind.

Door snapped shut behind them, Kurt panted and reached over to start pulling the clothes off of Blaine.  “I swear I'd burn this suit if it wasn't wet right now…”

Blaine lifted his arms, allowing Kurt to peel off the offending clothing and make a point of tossing it right into the garbage, grumbling the whole time about poor fabric selection, complimentary colors, and stitch choices while a grin formed over Blaine's face.

“You really like fashion huh?”

Kurt looked up from where he was peeling the pants off Blaine, letting Blaine's words register with him with a bit of confusion, “Well… yeah.”

“I just… I might have assumed you went into this because you always said you could sew in your sleep after working at my parent's factory and thought it would be easy….”

Kurt snickered and shook his head, “No… although that helps…”  He stood back up once Blaine was left in the boxers he had borrowed and proceeded to strip himself down to his underwear.  “Grab a couple towels from my closet.  Let's go take a shower.”

The dorms Kurt stayed in were considered opulent as far as college rooms went - insomuch as he had his own room.  That's where the richness ended though.  Like most dorms, each floor had a common shower area to which the boys headed once they were freed of their drenched garments.

“I'm sorry Kurt…”  Blaine said quietly as they entered the echoing chamber of shared showers and steam fogged mirrors.

“You'd better be… honestly… you don't know me at all after all these years if you think you're a burden.  Dumbass maybe… but burden?  No.”  Kurt allowed a smile to grace his features as he peaked into each and every shower stall, grimacing as he found one thing or another that made it unsuitable - from an abundance of hair clogging up the drain to discarded shampoo and soaps littering the stall.

“God… it's like I'm living with apes.”  Kurt muttered, shaking his head.

“We could… share a shower?” Blaine offered, looking back to Kurt from the stall he had been pushed into when Kurt had deemed it alright.

Kurt paused, letting the blush creep up his chest to his cheeks.  Being in fashion, he didn't worry about seeing half dressed men, like Blaine had been in his room, since he was constantly dressing and redressing models for his practical course requirements - but naked?  With Blaine?  That certainly sent shudders up his spine.

“Unless… uh… you're….” Blaine started to say, but by that time the shudder had passed from Kurt's body straight into his cock and he was pressing himself right up into Blaine's arms and pulling the curtain shut behind them as he backed Blaine into the tiled wall and attached his lips while one hand went out to turn on the shower.

“Mmph!” was the response Kurt initially got from Blaine, though the other boy's surprise seemed to dissipate as his body melted against Kurt's.  Both of them let their hands wander.  Kurt's went up to let his fingers feel the slopes of Blaine's body from his sides to his shoulders while Blaine's travelled down and slipped under the elastic of Kurt's boxers which were quickly becoming wet under the spray of the lukewarm shower.

It takes everything Kurt has in him to refrain from just pushing the equally wet boxers off Blaine's hips and bend him over right there and then, dating rules be damned.  With Blaine, every sense of rationality Kurt has goes straight out the proverbial window.  He doesn't care they're in a public bathroom, or that Blaine's only been back in his life for a couple days, or that he just publicly dumped Adam on the university grounds - he just wants Blaine.

Their kisses are sloppy, and half the time they don't even connect perfectly with their lips so their cheeks and jaws end up getting just as much tongue as their mouths.  Part of it is that their focus is divided as both of them seem to have the same idea - getting the other one out of that last bit of fabric between them.  

It happens though, Kurt with his boxers eventually weighed down by the weight of the water and Blaine's incessant tugs against the waistband allow his boxers to slip down around his ankles where he's able to kick them back.  Blaine's boxers take a little bit more work since they actually have to pull away from the wall for a moment to get them down.

Then they're both gloriously naked and Kurt can feel Blaine's dick twitching against his own and he could reach orgasm just from the feeling of having another man so intimately touching him like that.

It takes a little bit more though.  They have to hide themselves in the space just under the shower stream because the building is old and the force of the water is unforgiving - making it quite possible for even the slightest of sprays to cause them the kind of pain they don't want to have against their crotches.  Kurt's hips roll forward, and he has to wonder if this is a build in response to being so aroused because Blaine is doing the same.  After a few awkward thrusts against one another, they find a rhythm and are soon panting heavily into each other's mouths while their cocks brush against one another at an increasingly frantic pace.

When Kurt comes, it's nothing like the times he's used his hand in bed, trying to keep himself quiet because of the lack of sound barrier between the rooms.  His vision is flooded with white and he goes completely stiff, keening so loudly Blaine has to shove his tongue deep into his mouth just to muffle the noise and the echos it creates.  Everything in him feels like jelly and his body just wants to collapse and he would be happy to let it happen if Blaine wasn't holding onto him tightly and stiffening up in turn.

Kurt barely registered the sound of Blaine's cry into his mouth and the warm spurts against his belly, so lost in the stars that flitted through his vision as he came down from a high he didn't know existed.

They're quiet afterwards, Blaine holding tightly onto Kurt, still braced back against the wall.  Their breath eventually catches up with them and they move into the shower still affixed to one another, dancing in place against one another as the hot and cold water came in sharp sputters against their naked bodies.  Kurt eventually recalls how to move without Blaine and reaches for the soap from his shower caddy, washing them both over and lazily pressing kisses to random points on Blaine's body.  The process occurs again when it comes to washing their hair, and by the time they manage to find their feet enough to leave the shower, an hour has somehow passed.

It isn't until they're back in Kurt's room that either of them speaks.

“Thank you.”

The words aren't what Kurt expected to come out of Blaine's mouth, but they're sweet nonetheless.  He crawls in aside Blaine in bed and pulls the blanket up over the both of them.  “For what?”

“For… giving me everything… you… that…”

Kurt smiles, attributing Blaine's lack of articulation to the haze he feels right now as well.  He's somewhere between peaceful and thrumming with emotion.  Kurt's hand reaches to cup Blaine's jaw and, with better aim than he had in the showers, covers Blaine's lips with his own as he kisses him lazily until his lips feel like they've been stung by bees and are too numb to even process being kissed anymore.

“You're welcome.”