Blaine tugged at Kurt's shirt, their passionate kisses now needy, all teeth and tongue and mmm, yes. He was thankful he'd forgotten to come back for his bowtie as Kurt's hands scraped down along his back and pulled his polo over his head. Kurt was about to toss it on a chair, when Blaine grabbed it and threw it on top of his dresser instead, covering his cute little white tie,

Don't watch, little buddy.

Kurt pulled at the button on Blaine's pants, but tanned hands flew down to stop him,

"Not fair."

Slightly calloused fingers snaked under the soft fabric of Kurt's shirt and he stripped it off as quickly as possible.

"Mm-mm," Kurt scolded, stopping Blaine from tossing it to the floor, "Don't you dare."

They both laughed into each other's kisses and Kurt pulled away and folded his shirt onto the chair beside the dresser. Before he could turn around to face Blaine, Blaine was behind him, gripping his hips and planting wet kisses along the back of his neck.

His hand snuck forward to palm Kurt and was rewarded by a heavy sigh. Kurt tossed his head back, resting it on Blaine's shoulder, opening up so Blaine could taste the pale skin, eyes fluttering closed as Blaine left what would undoubtedly be little pink marks in the morning- and Kurt really couldn't care less. Blaine licked and nipped, sending little shocks through Kurt's body.

Kurt could feel Blaine move up against his ass and his hand flew into the other man's dark curls. Blaine's kisses trailed along his shoulder, and Kurt was suddenly spun and slammed against the dresser. Blaine traced his lips, lightly, teasingly, humming along Kurt's clavicle and then down, very quickly, until he was running his tongue along Kurt's hip bone.

Blaine ripped at Kurt's pants, eager to taste the man.

"Easy there, handsome," Kurt laughed breathlessly as he re-entwined his fingers with Blaine's curls and dragged him up for more deep, desperate kisses.

Blaine, fingers still tangled with Kurt's pants, pulled their hips together,

"Mmm, Blaine..."

The phone rang.

Blaine went for it before Kurt could even respond. He sat there on his knees for a second, hazel eyes locked on the screen.

"...Blaine," Kurt warned as the man's thumb hovered over the green button.

A devilish spark flashed in Blaine's eyes as he answered the call and pulled himself up to kiss Kurt, tongue pushing forward possessively without asking for entrance. Kurt pulled back and Blaine exhaled sharply into his mouth,

"Kurt."

Kurt's eyebrows shot up as he gasped, unable to believe what was happening. He reached for the phone but his fingers froze and a loud moan escaped his throat as Blaine ground up against him and his own dick pushed achingly against his tight grey jeans.

No.

He regained himself and snatched the phone,

"Blaine!" Kurt hit the red "end" button and threw his phone to the floor, "What the hell was that?!"

Blaine licked his lips and drew back,

"Kurt..."

Kurt pushed past Blaine, but Blaine held his arm,

"Kurt, stay."

Kurt whipped around, furious,

"Stay? Stay after your shoved your tongue down my throat with my boyfriend on the other end, Blaine?"

"Why are you yelling at me?" Blaine recoiled, "Why do you even care what he hears Kurt? Don't tell me now that you care about him. Don't...tell me you love him."

Kurt bit his lip and let Blaine pull him in close, allowing the man rest to his head in the crook of his neck.

"I want you, Kurt," Blaine whispered, voice heavy and deep and vulnerable, "Not just...now. I want to spend time with you, I want to be able to see you without losing you to a phone call, I think- I maybe want to fall in love with you one day... I know it's...complicated, and I'm willing to wait, but when you're with me, I want all of you."

Kurt didn't want it to be complicated. He wanted Blaine- he wanted Blaine and he wanted everything else to disappear and for nothing else to matter- why should it? Blaine was right, he why did he care?

We just know when to move on...Rachel was right too. And maybe he'd gotten everything switched up, and maybe he was doing it all wrong, and maybe there'd be hell in the morning. But Kurt knew there was no going back, not now. Not when perfect, adorable, handsome Blaine begged him to stay, not when he stood there, raw and honest and understanding and half-fucking-naked. In an instant, his anger and doubt fell away as he dipped his head and pushed his lips against Blaine's,

"I'm yours."

--

The atmosphere was different this time, heavier, more urgent, still needier than before. Blaine pushed in a third finger and Kurt moaned as his muscles stretched to accommodate. Blaine paused, letting Kurt relax, but Kurt pushed himself down on Blaine's fingers,

"D-don't stop. Please."

Kurt needed Blaine, he needed to feel him. Blaine pressed a lingering kiss to Kurt's back, though he worked Kurt open faster than before, unable to wait much longer. White knuckles clenched the sheets as Blaine crooked his fingers and brushed against Kurt's prostate. The reaction prompted Blaine to graze it once more, and Kurt whined, gasping when he felt Blaine pull out. He began to protest when Blaine took longer than he'd expected, eager to fill the emptiness once more.

"Shhhh," Blaine whispered in his ear, voice low and throaty.

Kurt thought he could hear Blaine teeth open the condom, but his head was all white noise, he could only focus on was the emptiness and the want and Blaine.

Finally- finally­- Kurt felt Blaine's tip against his hole and pushed back enthusiastically, but Blaine's rough hands gripped Kurt's hips tightly, teasing him. Kurt needed to feel him now, and could practically feel Blaine smiling to himself. He knew Kurt needed him, and he enjoyed it,

"Blaine fucking Anderson, I swear-"

Kurt's breath hitched when Blaine at last pushed into his tight heat.

--

Blaine rolled onto his back, body limp and content, nerves still pulsing throughout his body. He focused his gaze on nothing at all, unsure if he'd ever, ever regain any semblance of rational thought ever again, because fuck. He let his eyes flutter shut until he felt the bed shift and the frame creak and Kurt stood.

"Kurt..."

Kurt smiled and crawled back onto the bed, hovering above Blaine and kissed him sweetly.

Blaine watched, still uneasy, until he realized Kurt was headed to the bathroom. He let his body relax again as he heard Kurt return from the bathroom with a warm cloth to wipe himself. Blaine held his hand out to take the towel, and Kurt crept back on top of the bed and knelt while Blaine wiped him clean and placed long kisses to the light bruises along his hip bones. He moved up to catch Kurt lips with his own, and yanked Kurt's down, tumbling back to the mattress.

Kurt winced a little, but didn't complain. Instead he shifted so Blaine could rest his head against his chest. He heard light breaths from the curly-haired lump coiled up against his body and smiled, content and fully and happy,

I think I maybe want to fall in love with you too, Blaine fucking Anderson.