Blaine stood in the dim hallway, the music loud behind him, and waited for Kurt to open the door. He laughed quietly – he could hear the moment Kurt recognized his voice and came sprinting for the door. The door barely escaped being wrenched from its hinges, and there was Kurt – Kurt oh god Kurt you're even more beautiful than I remember – face flushed, smiling broadly, ready to launch himself into Blaine's arms. Blaine retains enough presence of mind to reach out with his hands – those hands that want to cup Kurt's face gently, run through his glorious hair, snake around his waist, grab fiercely at his hips, skate across every plane and shape and surface of Kurt's skin – to curl around Kurt's shoulders and push him back into the room. Then their lips are crashing together and Blaine can feel nothing but Kurt Kurt oh god Kurt you're here you're really here and this is so much better than my dreams.

*****

Kurt barely has time to register the curls – oh god those curls and the bright melting-honey eyes of Blaine Blaine Blaine Blaine oh god he's here – before Blaine pushes him back into the room, snapping the door shut and turning the lock.
There are so many things Kurt wants to say I love you oh god I love you how are you here how did you know I was here what are you doing here god kiss me again I love you so much don't cry Kurt don't cry but his mouth is busy on Blaine's – devouring him and being devoured in turn.
There is no finesse to it --- they are far too needy for subtlety. Their teeth are clacking together, their lips sore and bruised soon. They are gasping and Kurt realizes Blaine has his shirt already half undone, untucked from his trousers and is scrabbling at the skin of his waist.
“We've got 3 more songs until Gwen Andrews comes barreling through that door.”
“Twelve minutes, then.” Blaine kicking his shoes off, hurriedly unbuckling his belt, dropping his uniform haphazardly on the floor, still kissing Kurt frantically.
“Plus the curtain calls. And maybe an encore.” Kurt manages to bend down – still kissing Blaine, who follows him awkwardly to the floor, unwilling to stop kissing him – to grab Blaine's uniform. He swiftly drapes over a chair. “We're going kiss kiss to have enough questions kiss kiss kiss without having to explain kiss kiiiiiiiiiisss why the hell your uniform looks like it's been run over by a tank.”
Blaine stops kissing him. Kurt turns his attention from the uniform to Blaine's face. He's flushed, his eyes wide and staring. Blaine reaches up his fingertips to brush along Kurt's face, gently tracing his cheekbones down to his jaw.
“I....I know, baby. I know. But, we've got 12 minutes of time we know we're alone...” Kurt slips his trousers off as Blaine sucks in a trembling breath. They wrap their arms around each other, crashing their lips together again, Blaine trailing down to Kurt's jaw. He dragged his lips down Kurt's neck, spreading his shirt collar wide to suck at his collarbone.
Kurt let out a ragged breath. “Blaine?” His voice was so needy, so small and broken.
“I'm here, baby. I'm here. We're here together.”
Kurt put both hands on Blaine's face to kiss him. “Please. I need you,” he whispered. “I need you inside me. Please.”
Blaine lifted him up sit on the desk. Kurt leaned himself back against the wall, curling his back and scooting his hips forward.
Blaine spit into his hand – it wasn't the ideal, but – it's what they had at the moment. He reached down between them, massaging Kurt gently. He leaned forward to kiss Kurt – oh god Kurt Kurt Kurt oh god
“Baby?” Blaine's voice was soft. “You're.....you're ready. Already. How.....who....” his voice choked off.
“No, oh god, no, baby. No, there's no one else..... Just me. I......The only time I get by myself is in the shower and I....remember you showing me how.... and it was” The rest was cut off as Blaine found Kurt's mouth again.
It was rough, too little glide and too much burn and definitely not romantic, not this time. Too much need, too many days apart, too much time, too much to reclaim and relearn and it didn't matter – it was the fastest way back to each other. It was them, the two of them, and neither one of them could bear the thought of being any further apart any longer.
Just as Blaine finished gasping, Kurt already trying to catch his breath – there was a knock on the door.
“Kurt? It's Ginger. And Gwen. The show's over.”

*****

Blaine was cleaned up and dressed in seconds. “Hey, you can't fly a bomber in your pajamas,” he grinned. “We get very little warning when we're going up.”
“Just a moment!” Kurt trilled brightly, wiping his stomach frantically with his handkerchief, rearranging his clothes, swiping a hand through his hair. He nodded and Blaine opened the door.
Ginger pushed past Blaine to launch herself at Kurt with a squealed “HI HONEEEEEEY!” Blaine extended his hand to take the large basket from Gwen was holding awkwardly and grinned. “So, this is him?” Gwen gave Blaine a critical once-over.
“This is him,” Kurt couldn't help grin but grin foolishly as he caught Blaine's eye.
“Oh, watch out, Gwennie,” Ginger sighed. “These two are so in love, they'll make you puke.”
“So in love, eh?” Gwen was still eyeing Blaine.
“We sure are,” Blaine sighed, holding out his hand to Kurt. His shy smile changed to a bright beam when Kurt took his hand and held it tightly.
“Yes, I can see that,” Gwen said drily. Her nostrils flared, taking in the distinctive. “I can smell it too.”
Blaine choked back an embarrassed laugh. Kurt glared at her.
“What? Oh, Hummel. Don't be such a prude.” Gwen stuck out her tongue at Kurt, who reciprocated. Blaine felt an easing in his chest – Kurt hadn't been alone all this time.
“Now, it's lovely to meet you and all, Blaine – May I call you Blaine?” Ginger smiled winningly at him. “But, I'm sure you have better things to do with your time than chit-chat with me all night. So, let go of your boy and give me a boost, will you?”
“A boost?”
“Well, obviously, Ginger and I will not be staying here this evening. Kurtsie here,” she smirked at him,” has a lot of – frustrations – he needs to get out of his system. And I expect you to return him to me satiated and utterly exhausted and docile and compliant.”
She pretended not to notice Kurt's loud snort, “Fine. I'll settle for docile.”
“I ordered that basket from the mess hall when we got here – a romantic dinner for four. Any nosy Nellies will think the four of us are in here all night long, and whatever conclusions they come to had better be far less scandalous than what actually happens in here – or Blaine, I'm gonna know that Kurt's been exaggerating your skills in bed.”
Blaine wasn't quite sure what to say. Instead he gave Gwen a cheeky kiss and a knowing wink. She slapped him on the ass familiarly, saying approvingly “You'll do, Anderson. You'll do.”
Ginger clambered up on the desk to poke her head out the window. “The crates we stacked are still there. You grab that bottle while I kiss Kurt and we'll be out of your hair, Blainey. Don't forget, the jeep has to be back at base by 9am.”
She jumped off the desk as Gwen rifled through the basket, pulling out two bottles of wine and setting one back on the desk before shoving the other inside her coat. Ginger gave Kurt a loud smacking kiss on the lips. He hugged her tightly.
“Take care of yourself, Red, you hear me?” he whispered. “I don't know how you managed this, but thank you.”
“It was all Gwennie. I just provided the excuse to get Prince Charming over here. The entire base is already convinced we're fucking – it's a good cover for both of us. Though I might have to provide a pregnancy scare soon, just to keep it in interesting.”
Kurt chuckled, still holding her. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Blaine put his hand on Ginger's hair, caressing gently. “Honestly, Red. Thank you. I'll pick you up at the tea shop in the morning, so we can ride back to base together?”
Ginger eyed Gwen, now climbing up on the desk, appraisingly. “I'm not exactly sure what she's got planned for the rest of the night, but I have the feeling it's going to be exhausting. Yes. I'll be at the tea shop, whenever you get there.”
“Now, boys, don't forget to lock the door,” Gwen smiled at them. “I've put the fear of god into everyone I can think of – tantrums of epic proportions and my wrath will rain down upon anyone who dares disturb “us” tonight. But, don't be stupid.”
Kurt crossed to the door quickly, snapping the lock as Blaine reached up to help boost Gwen out the window. She wriggled a bit, then dropped. A muffled thump and a faint “fuck” – and she was gone. Ginger gave Kurt a last quick kiss, a wink for Blaine and she scrambled out the window and into the night.

*****

Blaine has shaken out the blanket covering the basket and spread it on the floor. He kneels and begins unpacking the food from the basket.
Suddenly, he felt awkward. He's not sure how to act. He knows how to be Captain Blaine Anderson. He thinks he remembers how to be just regular Blaine Anderson. At the moment, he just can't figure out how to be them at the same time.
Captain Anderson would not have just fucked someone without pleasantries or seduction or, hell, even really saying “hello.” Captain Anderson had duties and dignity and rules and regulations to uphold and follow.
Captain Anderson would not be staring lewdly at his boyfriend's neck – his boyfriend who was now stretching his long, mouthwateringly limber legs out on the blanket next to him, leaning back against his elbow, full-length. Captain Anderson's cock would not be throbbing painfully already at the sight of Kurt's fingers deftly loosening his tie again, exposing his neck – that luscious neck that Blaine knows just the spot to nibble on to make Kurt moan – and Captain Anderson is now entirely distracted and has been kneeling in one spot, with several packet of crisps suspended in the air for some time now. He drops the crisps and folds himself more comfortably on the blanket.
Kurt has picked up an apple, taken out his pocketknife and is busy peeling it. Blaine doesn't know why – they both like eating the apple with the peel. Now Kurt is busy fussing with the peels, fussing with the blanket.
It strikes him – Kurt is nervous too.
“This is....odd. I feel odd. Do you feel odd?” Blaine stammers, earning a relieved smile and nod from Kurt.
He reaches to take the knife from Kurt's hand, stretches himself out next to him, pushing the picnic basket out of the way. He pushes on his shoulders until Kurt's lying on his back, then lies carefully next to him, resting his head on Kurt's chest.
“We'll just stay like this until we're used to each other again,” Blaine hopes he sounds light-hearted.
“I'll never get used to you.” Kurt tries to tease back, but his voice breaks.
They both are quiet, Kurt running his hands through Blaine's hair, Blaine just trying to keep the tears held back as he listens to Kurt's heart beating underneath his ear.
Blaine realizes he'd be completely and perfectly happy if this was the only thing he could hear for the rest of his life – just Kurt's heart, strong and vital – if the only things he could feel for the rest of his life were Kurt's chest rising and falling steadily beneath his cheek, Kurt's breath gently rustling the curls on his forehead. His patriotic zeal has dimmed a bit since coming over here – there's so much pointless death and destruction and while he's determined that right and good will prevail, right now all he's fighting for is the right to go back home, to this man – to Kurt, his Kurt – and live the rest of their lives together in peace and harmony. He clutches his fingers in Kurt's shirt, daring anyone to take him away.
Suddenly, Blaine's stomach growls loudly, breaking the tension and making them both laugh.
Blaine shifts to sit up, but Kurt pulls him back down, shaking his head. “Too far away,” he whispers.
Blaine understands.
They awkwardly shift to pull the picnic basket toward them with the combined efforts of their feet – snaking their ankles around the basket and laughing like children. Somehow they get the basket close enough to reach inside and pull out their dinner.
They feed each other awkwardly, still curled together, laughing when the food gets in Blaine's nose instead of his mouth, when the crumbs fall down Kurt's shirt tickling him. They share one wineglass between the two of them – lovingly holding it so the other can drink.
It's not until much later, after feeding turns into sucking fingers and droplets of wine need to be licked off lips, when they are holding each other in their arms, blinking sleepily and happily at each other, that Blaine softly nuzzles his nose against Kurt's and thinks “Now I can die a happy man.”