Kurt and Blaine ended up on the roof of the South Tower, a place not a single soul but Blaine had access to. They lay next to each other in the cool night, staring up at the stars.

“Did you know that hundreds of years ago, people used to wish on the stars?”

Blaine tilted his head at the sound of Kurt’s soothing voice. It felt as if it was a part of the velvety night. “What did they wish for?”

Kurt smiled. “Everything. Love and happiness and prosperity and health; absolutely everything.”

Blaine swallowed, overwhelmed by the sight of Kurt bathed in starlight. How many times had he and Kurt, and Rachel as well, come out onto this very roof and slept in the late afternoon sun or sung loudly to the heavens above? It seemed like a million years ago that they had been so carefree.

“Did the wishes ever come true?” Blaine asked.

Kurt rolled gently onto his side and placed a delicate hand on Blaine’s cheek, stroking the smooth skin affectionately. “Sometimes,” he answered, his voice barely a whisper.

Blaine couldn’t take it any more. He pulled Kurt’s body closer to his and wrapped his arms firmly around his waist. They kissed deeply and hungrily, tongues tangling. Blaine let out a soft whimper as the fast rush of fire that came along with physical contact with Kurt poured throughout his body and set his skin alight.

Kurt hitched a leg over Blaine’s hip and pushed gently on his shoulders so that he rolled onto his back and Kurt was straddling Blaine’s hips. He placed a hand on either side of Blaine’s head and pressed soft, single kisses, one, two, three, to his lips.

“Kurt,” Blaine gasped when the boy lowered his head to kiss along his jaw. He sucked on his neck and Blaine let his head fall to the side to give him more access. Blaine felt himself growing hard in his tight slacks and could feel Kurt’s own erection pressing against his inner thigh.

“Kurt. Kurt, I want... Kurt.”

Kurt bit down on the skin of Blaine’s shoulder when Blaine rolled his hips up to meet his. 

“Jesus Christ, Blaine.”

“Kurt, please.”

Kurt braced his arms and tightened his legs around Blaine’s waist. Experimentally, for he had never done this before, he rolled his hips down against Blaine’s, grinding their erections together through their clothes. Kurt pulled back and watched in awe as Blaine let his head fall back against the stone of the roof and listened to the sound of boy’s breath stuttering as Kurt continued to rub against him roughly, letting out a breathy sigh at the friction.

“Blaine, you feel so good.”

“Kurt, I- oh!”

“Oh, God.”

“Ohh, oh my. . .”

“B-Blaine, I- damn it.”

Blaine let out a shout as Kurt’s thrust grew faster, harder. Kurt leaned back and tilted his face to the night sky, clutching his hands in his hair. He fell forward again, his palms slamming against the rough stone on either side of Blaine’s tossing and turning head. Kurt licked a stripe up the vein that was visible in Blaine’s neck now and felt a single bead of sweat travel down the side of his face despite the coolness of the evening.

“K-Kurt, I’m so close, I think I-”

“Blaine, let go, I-”

“Oh, Kurt!”

“Do it with me,” Kurt gasped. “L-let go.”

The two boys locked eyes as they trembled and gasped, a feeling so blissful erupting throughout every single nerve, it left them shaking and breathing roughly, clutching each other in the glimmering night.

“I can’t believe we did that,” murmured Kurt a few minutes later, his voice thick with sleepiness.

“Mmm,” Blaine murmured, wrapping an arm around Kurt’s shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

After they had slept contentedly, curling around each other’s bodies, for a couple of hours, the two of them escaped off the rooftop, shivering slightly.

“I’ll never understand the appeal of such a cold place as the mountains,” Kurt complained, shivering as Blaine held his hand and they jogged down a corridor. The true challenge was not in keeping their actions a secret, but delivering Kurt safely and secretly back to his chambers once said actions were completed. This, Blaine had just realized.

Kurt giggled when Blaine tripped on the edge of the carpet and Blaine swore loudly in the dead silence that rested over the entire castle.

“Come on, clumsy boy,” laughed Kurt, playfully tugging on Blaine’s hand. “It’s almost my curfew!”

Blaine snickered and buried his face in Kurt’s neck, kissing his collarbone lightly before pulling back. “You don’t have a curfew, honey. Daddy isn’t here.”

Kurt laughed. “Then why are we running?”

“Do you have any idea what would happen if we were caught together looking suspiciously disheveled with several love bites on our necks?” Blaine whispered, darting across an empty nook with Kurt trailing behind him.

“Oh, certain death, of course!” Kurt laughed.

“Hush!” Blaine gasped, stopping in his tracks at the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hall around the corner.

Both boys peered nervously around the edge of the wall, squinting through the darkness at the dark figure ambling down the hall. No, not ambling, sneaking.

“It’s just Finn,” Kurt breathed.

“What’s he doing out so late?” Blaine wondered aloud, his voice not louder than a breath of air.

“Maybe he partied really hard,” Kurt giggled. Blaine elbowed him in the ribs and shushed him, but it only made Kurt giggle again.

Kurt and Blaine watched with bated breath as Finn disappeared through the door to his chambers, and then they flew out from behind the corner and sailed down the corridor. When they reached the entrance of Kurt’s guest chambers, Blaine took both of his hands in his and got down on one knee.

“When shall we meet again, my beautiful soul?” he asked in a jokingly dramatic, but quiet, voice.

“Tomorrow at breakfast, Blaine!” Kurt laughed, hitting Blaine playfully on the arm. Blaine stood up and took Kurt’s face in both of his hands. He kissed him sweetly, taking the time to taste him fully, and memorize the precise feeling of Kurt’s lips against his own.

“Goodnight, Prince Blaine,” sighed Kurt, fumbling with the door handle and looking slightly flustered.

“Goodnight, Prince Kurt.”