“Your parents?” he gasped.

“At a hotel for the night,” Kurt managed. “Dad’s present to Carole after dealing with this whole Rachel and Finn are getting married mess.”

“Finn?”

“Not coming back until later if he knows what’s good for him,” Kurt answered.

“Thank God,” Blaine muttered, capturing Kurt’s lips again. They stumbled up the stairs together, still kissing. They reached the landing and Blaine suddenly pushed him against the wall, sliding between his legs and pressing against him firmly and thrusting up.

Kurt’s eyes rolled up and he groaned, the back of his head hitting the wall. Blaine did it again and Kurt cried out, his fingers digging into Blaine’s shoulders. “Bed,” he demanded, but he wasn’t sure how forceful he actually sounded, considering he couldn’t seem to catch a proper breath.

It was all too much; Blaine was there, hot, heavy and hard against him and Kurt was just lost to all of it. Blaine pulled Kurt to the doorway of his bedroom and then made their way inside, Blaine slamming it behind them as they kissed. The bed was just a few short feet away and Blaine nearly tackled him to the mattress. The moment his back was touching the fabric of his comforter, Blaine’s lips were on his neck and Kurt’s hands tangled in Blaine’s hair, tugging on the curls.

“Missed you,” Blaine breathed in his ear.

Then he was covering Kurt’s mouth again with his own, his fingers working deftly to undo the buttons of Kurt’s vest. Kurt went to work on Blaine’s bowtie, which had adorably matched his eye patch, and pulled it off, setting it on the bed next to them.

For once in his life, Kurt was glad he’d worn something simple and gone light on the layers. Blaine’s blazer and dress shirt ended up in a crumpled heap on the floor, his tank top hanging out of his dress pants by the time that Blaine had gotten Kurt’s dress shirt undone.

“No fair,” Blaine murmured. “You should not be better than me at getting others clothes off.”

“I’ve just had a lot more practice with complicated material,” Kurt replied. “And it turns you on that I get you naked so quickly, don’t deny it.” He arched an eyebrow in Blaine’s direction, daring him to try.

“Never,” Blaine swore, slipping Kurt’s dress shirt off his shoulder, Kurt arching up to aid the process. Blaine took Kurt’s undershirt off while he was at it and then ripped his own tank top off over his head.

Kurt’s hands were touching Blaine before he’d even consciously thought about it. He brushed them over the muscles in Blaine’s arms, trailed them along Blaine’s chest before ending up at the waistband of Blaine’s pants. Kurt met Blaine’s gaze, saw that it was dark and full of desire and the knowledge that Blaine was looking at him with two good eyes was overwhelming because it meant that Blaine was okay and Kurt had had no idea how much he needed Blaine to be okay until right then.

He unfastened Blaine’s pants and slid his hand inside, under the elastic edge of Blaine’s underwear, grasping Blaine’s erection in his hand. Blaine gasped out his name, his eyes closing as Kurt started to stroke.

“No,” Kurt said, his free hand coming up and cupping Blaine’s face. “Look at me.” Kurt needed both of Blaine’s beautiful eyes staring into his. Blaine did as asked, his eyes opening and locking on Kurt’s as Kurt’s hand worked him over.

His little cries and whimpers went straight to Kurt’s cock, making him bite his lip. He’d been inside Blaine on New Year’s and had been unable to think of Blaine without thinking of that night since. He wanted it again. Or, rather, he wanted to know what Blaine knew – what it was like to be taken that way, to be filled completely by someone who loved him more than life itself.

“Blaine,” he whispered, pulling his hand away. Kurt nearly laughed at Blaine’s groan of disappointment. “I want…” he trailed off, wondering if he could gather the courage to say what he was thinking.

“Anything,” Blaine promised, kissing him again. “Whatever you want.”

“I want you inside me.” The words felt like they’d come from someone else and Kurt could feel his face burning red. He wondered if Blaine could see it even in the dim light of his room.
He chanced a glance at Blaine’s face and smiled when he saw Blaine’s wide-eyed look of shock. “Why are you so surprised?” Kurt asked.

“I don’t know,” Blaine chuckled lightly. “You sure?”

“Yes,” Kurt breathed out, dragging Blaine down on top of him for another kiss. After that, it was a just a matter of getting their remaining clothes off and find necessary supplies (which Kurt had tucked away in the back of a drawer). All of it was done awkwardly and with nervous giggles and by the time they were completely naked and fully supplied, the two of them had slipped into helpless laughter.

“Oh, God, this should not be funny,” Kurt moaned.

“Why not?” Blaine asked, grinning. “Sex should be fun.” He leaned forward, kissing Kurt and settling between Kurt’s legs. “Ready?” he asked opening the bottle of lube and spreading some on his fingers.

Kurt nodded, biting his lip as Blaine moved his hand out of sight. He gasped at the feeling of Blaine’s finger pressing inside, the familiar burn making him twist his fingers in the sheets underneath him. Blaine froze, his eyes locked on Kurt.

“More,” Kurt encouraged, arching up so Blaine’s finger moved further in.

“Okay,” Blaine breathed out. He made good on his word, one finger becoming two and then eventually three. Every nerve ending of Kurt’s was frayed and he was so close to flying apart it was all he could to hold himself together. Blaine was really good with his hands.

“Now,” Kurt moaned. “Please, now.”

“Bossy,” Blaine chuckled, a throaty sound that sent desire shooting down Kurt’s spine.

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it,” Kurt panted. Blaine shifted his fingers in retaliation, brushing against Kurt’s prostate. Kurt cried out and Blaine gave him a grin. “Please, Blaine, I need…”

“Shhh…” Blaine turned serious. “I know.”

There was some awkward fumbling on Blaine’s part as he opened the condom and put it on, but finally, finally, he moved closer and then Blaine was pushing inside him. Kurt wasn’t sure what he’d expected it to feel like; he felt full and Blaine felt hard and thick and soft all at the same time. His eyes rolled up into his head as Blaine moved, practically at a snail’s pace, until he was all the way in.

“Kurt,” Blaine choked out.

“I know,” Kurt managed between his rapid breaths. Blaine moved, thrusting lightly, as if he was afraid of hurting him. Kurt groaned, sparks appearing behind his closed eyelids. “You can move… faster,” he told Blaine.

Blaine complied and it was all Kurt could do to hang on. He leaned up and captured Blaine’s lips in a kiss just as Blaine pushed in hard and fast. Kurt let out a keening cry and came. Blaine was trembling, his nails pressing tiny crescent shapes into Kurt’s hips as he moved into Kurt a final time and came.

“Wow,” Kurt whispered when he finally found his voice.

“Yeah,” Blaine murmured. “I second that.”

*

“Does my dad know you’re here?” Kurt asked, snuggling up to Blaine. They were freshly showered and changed and cuddling until Blaine had to make his way down to the couch for “appearances.”

“Yeah,” Blaine answered, tangling his legs between Kurt’s and slipping his arms around Kurt’s waist. Kurt’s head was pillowed on his chest. “I called him earlier and told him I was coming in. He said I could sleep on the couch.”

“This is definitely not the couch,” Kurt teased.

“Shhh,” Blaine replied, “our secret.”

“You’re a closet rebel, aren’t you?” Kurt asked, laughing. Blaine smiled at him.

“So,” Blaine said, “not to change the subject, but before I made my entrance at the party, I noticed you looked a little upset.”

“You were watching me?”

“Like I could look at anyone else when you’re in the room,” Blaine told him. Kurt kissed him.

“You keep talking like that and I’ll want you again,” Kurt whispered against his mouth.

“Promises, promises,” Blaine replied. “Don’t change the subject. Did something happen today?”
Kurt sighed and then painstakingly began explaining what happened with Karofsky, right down to how the jock was possibly even outed to a classmate who’d been there eating, as a result of meeting with Kurt.

“I knew he liked you,” Blaine muttered.

“I knew it too,” Kurt added. “Well, I mean, I knew he felt something last year, after that whole mess. But with his therapy and then his transfer after prom, I figured he was over it.” Kurt twisted his promise ring around his finger. “I figured he’d get over me.” He sighed. “Mostly I was just let down because I thought I was meeting you.”

“Well, I’m here now,” Blaine comforted him. “And hopefully he’ll work himself out and you won’t have to worry about him.”

“Yeah,” Kurt sighed again. “At least Rachel’s talking to me now.”

“That is good,” Blaine agreed. Kurt nodded sleepily.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Blaine,” Kurt murmured.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Kurt.”