Kurt huffs a little against the mouth that covers his and Blaine pulls back, even though it is only an inch. Blaine is actually still so close that he has to squint a bit to be able to focus and Kurt can’t help but giggle a little.

“I didn’t see you at all yesterday.”, Kurt says, and Blaine gently brushes his nose against Kurt’s cheek before he leans down and rests his head in the crock between Kurt’s shoulder and neck.

“Yeah.”, he mumbles and Kurt smiles into his hair.

“What were you up to?”

“Nothing special.”, the boy answers, face still buried against Kurt’s shoulder. “School. Took a ride on the bike. Went home.” There is a pause, and then “Fuck, I couldn’t think about anything but you.”

“You haven’t fallen in love with me have you, Anderson?”, Kurt teases, mimicking Blaine’s own words from the week before. But Blaine just growls, presses closer, rolls his hips against Kurt’s and oh. Kurt gasps. He can feel Blaine, hard, and Kurt is the one who made him like that and, shit, it actually makes his head spin a little. He can feel how heat is pooling low in his stomach, how his entire body starts to pound when Blaine traces a line of wet kisses up his neck to his ear, where he for a brief moment sucks the earlobe into his mouth. When Blaine licks at a spot, just beneath his right ear, Kurt is the one who jerks forward. And when Blaine rolls his hips back in response Kurt can’t help but whimper a little and let his head fall back against the door.

“Blaine-“

And suddenly Blaine isn’t there anymore, and the loss of his warm body against his own makes a quiet whimper escape Kurt’s lips. Blaine is standing a meter away, chest pumping heavy and eyes dark as charcoal.

“What?”, Kurt asks, breathlessly and confused.

“I shouldn’t…”, Blaine says. “I should not do things to you which you haven’t told me are okay.” There is a long pause, and then:

“I haven’t told you it’s not okay.”

Kurt’s answer makes Blaine’s head jerk up and he meets Kurt’s eyes. And oh god, the things he can see in them. It makes his stomach flip and cheeks flush.

“I don’t think you know what I’ve thought about you, thought about doing to you.” His voice is low and husky, almost a growl.

“Maybe.”, Kurt answers. “But I don’t think… I don’t think I’d have anything against you showing me.” And oh holy mother of Christ, did he just say that?

Cautiously Blaine steps closer again, lifts his hand to touch Kurt’s face and then once again presses his lips against his. But it is softer this time, gentler.

But it doesn’t last. The kiss is getting harder, fiercer, as Blaine presses closer and slips his tongue inside Kurt’s mouth. And Kurt can feel Blaine, how hard he is through his pants, and as the boy presses closer against his own growing hardness a moan vibrates through Kurt’s chest and throat. Blaine reacts on that, traces his hands down Kurt’s sides, up under his shirt, leaves Kurt’s skin burning and prickled with goosbumps in the path of his hands. And roll his hips. Kurt gasps, can’t stop his hips from jerking forward and meeting the movement, can’t stop his body from acting on its own accord, craving the friction between them. And Blaine moans, lets his hands slip down again and cup Kurt’s ass, lift him and pin him against the door while Kurt wraps his legs around the shorter boy. And Blaine’s thrusts become more desperate, and the rolls of his hips which Kurt meets this is almost frantic.

“Blaine-“ Kurt whimpers, and when Blaine answers with another roll of his hips Kurt actually aches. Blaine smells like he always does; like leather and smoke and that dark masculine scent Kurt can’t place, and he want to be closer to Blaine, needs to be closer.

The kisses are soon more teeth than lips and heavy pants against each other’s faces. Heat pooling low in his stomach and he can’t-

“Blaine, I-“ But Blaine cuts him off with his mouth, kisses him hard and desperate, and with one last thrust Kurt tumbles over the edge. And he knows, knows by the way Blaine shivers against him that they are falling together, and they slowly roll it out as they panting come down from their high. An emphasized fuck is heard again, but this time it is not Blaine, it is Kurt, and Blaine chuckles quietly.

“Wow. Okay.”, Kurt mumbles as he breathes heavily. They are still pressed close together, Blaine leaning on Kurt whose back is pinned against the door. He slowly lets go of his thighs and Kurt carefully puts down his week legs on the floor. “Wow. That was… Wow.” Forming coherent sentences while coming down from the biggest orgasm he has ever had seems to be harder than he thought. “Oh, okay. I really hope no one passed outside, ‘cause they would probably have heard that.”

And then he is laughing and he can’t stop himself, even when Blaine takes a step back and gives him a confused look, because Kurt just came in his pants in an empty classroom at McKinley. He laughs so hard he sinks to the floor, hand clutching his stomach, and Blaine just stands there, confused since the absurdity of the situation is lost on him. The absurdity that Kurt Hummel, who two weeks earlier never had been closer to a guy than that time Finn patted him on the shoulder, now is dry humping a transfer from Dalton Juvenile Hall in an empty classroom at McKinley.

“Kurt?”, Blaine says after a while, and Kurt slowly calms down, taking shaky breathes as he glances up at Blaine with a look he hopes is at least a little bit apologetic.

“I’m sorry.”, he says, and Blaine sits down on the floor beside him.

“You okay?”, he asks and Kurt meets his searching eyes.

“Yeah.”, he answers. “Yeah, I’m okay.”