"You're leaving and I won't see you," Blaine pouted.

"I know, and that's why I have to pack instead of making out with you," Kurt replied, moving to stand up. Blaine's grip on him tightened and Kurt huffed out a laugh. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

"Yes," Blaine happily agreed. "Now kiss me."

"I gave you a blow job in the limo – wasn't that enough?" Kurt wanted to know.

"Huh uh." Blaine shook his head, capturing Kurt's lips with his and moaning a little at the contact.

"Well, you did win an Emmy," Kurt breathed out when Blaine moved from his lips to the side of his neck.

"I did," Blaine murmured in his ear.

"Emmy Award winner Blaine Anderson," Kurt said, smiling. Blaine pulled back, staring at Kurt, his eyes dark and wide.

"Say it again," he ordered in an intense whisper. Kurt did, whispering it over and over against Blaine's mouth as Blaine slowly spiraled out of control and took Kurt with him.

By the time Kurt was ready to leave, he was wearing a fresh pair of underwear and pants ("I have to change my entire ensemble now, thanks to you," Kurt had told him. Blaine had replied with "You loved every minute"), he had a fresh hickey just hidden under the collar of his shirt, the clothes in his suitcase were going to end up hopelessly wrinkled as a result of his rushed packing job, and Kurt didn't care about any of it.