Normally Kurt would have been upset with the fact that his dad and Carole would be in DC and unavailable his first night back home. But it was summer, he had three months to spend with his family and he really missed he boyfriend. He was more than happy to accept the invitation to stay and the Anderson's house tonight.

The door banged open and dark curls flew at him, nearly knocking him down as arms wrapped around him and he took in the feel of the smaller, warmer body pressed to his own. Lips pressed against his neck before grazing the sweet spot under Kurt's ear that made his knees shake.

"Blaine," he breathed. "Please."

"Hi, Kurt," he whispered back. "I missed you." Blaine dragged him into the house before pushing him roughly against the door.

The aggressiveness should have been his first clue.

As Blaine pressed his body against the door behind him, Kurt felt himself suddenly more awake. But he was really too tired to do this tonight. He wanted it, so much, and felt bad stopping the lovely man now reaching under the hem of his shirt, so instead he would promise to make it up to him.

"Blaine, baby, please stop," he whispered.

"Why?" Blaine asked against his skin, breath ghosting over his neck and making him shiver. "Your lips say no, but-" he ground his hips against Kurt's "your body tells me different." He ground his hips against Kurt's again, and groaned quietly. "Why are you being such a tease?"

The insistence and lack of usual respect should have been his second clue.

"Because, Blaine, I am tired and gross and I just want to shower and sleep. It's-" he checked his phone for the time -"12:34, and I had to endure a bumpy ride here from Columbus after a plane ride. I am exhausted." He didn't mean to snap, but he really just wanted to go to bed.

Blaine hung his head. Kurt felt bad for disappointing and snapping at his boyfriend.

"But, hey, B?" he kissed Blaine's forehead then ducked down to try to meet his eyes. "I promise I'll let you end our date early tomorrow and I'll make it up to you."

The fact that Blaine wouldn't him in the eyes should have been the breaking point.

However, Kurt's sleep deprived, Unisom addled brain didn't pick up on any of this.

Kurt smiled comfortingly and suddenly Blaine's lips were on his again, and as he locked his arms around Blaine's shoulders, Kurt felt a tongue swipe across his lips. He wanted to pull away, but he figured after nothing but Skype dates and phone sex since New Year's, he could at least give Blaine this much to quench his thirst. After all, Kurt did very much miss the taste of his boyfriend.

However he barely registered as Blaine's tongue darted into his mouth. Kurt felt Blaine's hands com to rest firmly against Kurt's hips and pulled him forward as he thrust his tongue against Kurt's. He faintly registered the motion, and thought Oh Gaga that is so dirty. And oh, so hot. Kurt felt his knees shake as Blaine rolled his hips again. Blaine's clothed erection pressed oh so perfectly against the bulge in Kurt's tight black jeans. Kurt felt a moan trying to escape him, and knew he had to stop this.

However before he could, Blaine broke the kiss and leaned around Kurt to his neck. Blaine nipped Kurt's earlobe, and Kurt's head fell against the door as three gasps filled the room, followed by a very familiar voice:

"What the hell is this?"