Thursday evening:

The doorbell at the Hudmel residence rings. Kurt flings the door open and leaps at the boy standing on the front step.

Kurt: MY DAD WON THE ELECTION! HE’S OFFICIALLY A CONGRESSMAN!

Blaine: He did? That’s fantastic!

Kurt: I can’t believe he won. I mean, of course he won, he was the logical choice, and his competition was horrible, but, I can’t believe he won. It’s just… I can’t… It’s so-… Ugh. Yay.

Blaine: I like seeing you at a loss for words. It doesn’t happen often.

Kurt: There are no witty comebacks for such a wonderful occasion.

Blaine: And me, wanting to kiss you, isn’t a wonderful occasion? But rather a reason for you to troll me?

Kurt: You troll me right back.

Blaine: *innocent face* Me? Never.

Kurt: *glare* Uh huh.

Blaine: *smiles* So, where is your dad? I feel like I should go congratulate him!

Kurt: Well, he just got the call a little while ago. I think he’s out with Mr Schue and the rest of his party, celebrating.

Blaine: He’s not celebrating with you? You helped run this campaign!

Kurt: It’s okay. Let the grown-ups party. The family will probably go out later tonight, when Carol gets home.

Blaine: Oh, right… *sigh* It’s good to see you.

Kurt: Yeah, it feels like it’s been forever since we got to just hang out.

Blaine: It doesn’t help that I’ve kind of been avoiding you since Monday.

Kurt: Same here. I really don’t like fighting with you, and I didn’t want to do something stupid.

Blaine: Not that it was really a fight…

Kurt: No, I suppose not. More of a misunderstanding.

Blaine: But we’re okay now, right?

Kurt: Right. I won’t bug you about New Directions anymore.

Blaine: Thank you… I do want to join, you know, but it’s just…

Kurt: It’s not the right time.

Blaine: Yeah. Let me focus on Westside Story for a bit.

Kurt: Goodness knows what we’ll do about Sectionals, but whatever. *sigh* We’ll figure something out.

Blaine: From what you’ve told me, it sounds like you guys always do.

Kurt: We are kind of hard-core like that, aren’t we?

Blaine: Where’s Finn? He’s co-captain. He must have an idea or two about how to salvage the situation.

Kurt: Oh, he’s not here. He should be back in an hour or so, but he went to Between the Sheets with Rachel, in the hopes of finding a Barbara Streisand song that she hasn’t sung yet.

Blaine: So, we’re alone?

He slowly steps closers to Kurt.

Kurt: Yeah. Our assignment for Glee this week is supposed to be a mash-up because Mr Schue and Ms Corcoran thought it would be a good way to make us bond with the Trouble Tones before Sectionals.

Blaine: Mmm…

Kurt: Honestly, though I think that they just wanted to a chance to sing- what are you doing?

Blaine: Hmm?

Kurt: *smiles* What are you doing?

Blaine: What do you mean?

Kurt: You haven’t looked at my face since I mentioned Finn. And now you’ve passed so far into my personal bubble that we’re soon going to be one entity.

Blaine: Remember how I said that you like to troll me?

Kurt: I have no memory of this.

Blaine: Well, you’re doing it now.

Kurt: Never. I-

Blaine: I’m about to ravish you, so you better shut up.

Kurt: Ravish me? Right here? In the kitchen?

Blaine: It’s a very nice kitchen.

Kurt: Well, thank you, but I think ravishing would be better if we were surrounded by soft pillows and blankets and not cold tiles and sharp counter corners.

Blaine: *breathes deeply into Kurt’s neck* You always make such good points.

Kurt: *shivers slightly* Come on, I don’t know how long we have.

They make it all the way to Kurt’s bedroom door, before Kurt rounds on Blaine, pulling him closer immediately. Kurt grabs Blaine by the shoulders and attaches himself to Blaine’s lips. The kiss is soft at first, just the moving of lips and the tasting of tongues. Then, Blaine grabs Kurt’s slender hips and pushes him against the wall.

Kurt lets out a slight “Oof,” as his back makes contact with the wall. He turns his face to the side and Blaine latches onto his neck, sucking and licking the soft skin. Kurt groans a little at the sensation.

Blaine: You have the sexiest neck I have ever seen. It does things to me.

Kurt: It’s just a neck.

Blaine: No, it’s your neck. And you have this muscle here-

His tongue drags down Kurt’s neck, following the slow arch of it down to Kurt’s collar bone.

Blaine: Your cologne, however, tastes revolting.

Kurt: Hey!

Blaine: What? It’s a fact of life. And I couldn’t care less, because the longer I lick, the less it’ll taste like anything but you, so…

Blaine leans in again, attaching his lips to Kurt’s pulse point and sucking lightly, knowing that if he gives Kurt a hickey, he’d never hear the end of it. Kurt closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing, panting at the sensation that Blaine’s lips is causing in Kurt’s cock. Little tremors shoot down his legs as his cock slowly hardens. Kurt drops his arms from their grip around Blaine’s shoulders and grabs Blaine’s hips instead, pulling him closer. Kurt gasps as his half hard cock is suddenly pressed to Blaine’s own stiffening dick. He slowly slides his arms around to Blaine’s ass, pressing his fingers into the soft firmness of Blaine. Slowly he massages Blaine ass, their hips rocking together.

Blaine pulls away from Kurt’s neck, where his tongue has left no trace of skin unattended. The soft puffs of his breath cools the spit that shines wetly on Kurt’s neck, making Kurt shudder slightly. Blaine’s arms steady them both on the wall behind Kurt’s head as they continue to move together, a soft rolling of hips.

Kurt: We’re not gonna make it to the bed, are we?

Blaine: Nope.

Even though it’s only been a couple of minutes, Blaine knows he’s close. The newness of their physical relationship is overwhelming for his senses, which are soaking up every new experience. His eyes are drinking in the sight of Kurt, flushed a delicious pink, biting softly on his lower lip, the muscles in his neck taught with sensation. His chest feels the way in which Kurt takes heaving breaths, attempting to convince his lungs to function even if they are panicking slightly at the closeness of Blaine. The soft scent of Kurt; his cologne, his conditioner, whatever it is that he rubs on his face, the slight waft of hair spray and something fundamentally Kurt, makes Blaine’s head swim. He can hear the pounding of his heart in his ears alongside soft groans, that he realises he himself is making. And lastly, the tang of Kurt’s cologne has faded from his tongue, which he runs over his lips before swallowing deliberately.

Blaine: Kurt- Can I- can I try something?

Kurt’s eyes snap open and Blaine can see how lust-blown his pupils are. He nods jerkily.

Kurt: Yes.

Blaine brings his arms down to Kurt’s chest, the palms of his hands flat against the older boy. Slowly he runs his arms down, over Kurt’s stomach, around to his hips and down, to the backs of his thighs. Grabbing hold, Blaine drops to his knees and suddenly he is on eye level with Kurt’s crotch.

Kurt: Wha-what are you doing?

Blaine: I’m… *swallows* I just want to be closer. I want to touch you, Kurt.

Kurt: You’re not- are you- I don’t think I’m ready for-

Blaine: Um, no. I’m not going to blow you… yet. I just… can I touch you Kurt?

Blaine looks up at Kurt, eyes shining with uncertainty suddenly. Kurt sucks in a quick breath and nods again.

Kurt: Yes, god yes.

Leaning fully against the wall now, Kurt braces himself as Blaine slowly pops open the top button of his jeans. His cock is straining against the zipper as Blaine slowly moves it down. He peels away Kurt’s jeans, just slightly, tugging them until he they’re about midway down Kurt’s thighs. He doesn’t have the foggiest idea what he’s doing, but he knows that he wants to be closer, so he leans in, nuzzling the side of Kurt’s dick through Kurt’s briefs. It bumps against his cheek and he breathes in deeply. It smells intensely of Kurt, musky and hot and very definitely boy. Blaine’s mouth waters slightly, but he pulls back, placing his hand on Kurt instead. His palm rests against Kurt’s length. It’s hard and long and already there is a small wet spot at the top.

Kurt: B-Blaine-

Kurt gasps as Blaine moves his hand, pressing down on Kurt and massaging slightly. The sound is strained, as if Kurt is struggling to remain in control. Blaine realises that Kurt must be as close to coming as he is himself, so he presses down harder, fingers cupping around Kurt’s dick as much as is possible, rubbing it once, twice- and then Kurt is coming. Kurt’s fingers find Blaine’s neck and he squeezes it gently as he curses, sliding down to the floor as his orgasm shoots through him.

Everything is quiet for a moment, except for two sets of lungs, breathing heavily.

Kurt: That was- that was- good.

Blaine: We should do that again.

Kurt: Are you-? Did you-? Should I help you- um?

Blaine: *laughing* No, I’m good.

He glances down at his softening cock.

Blaine: I told you that you do things to me. It’s not just your neck. Apparently watching you come is more than enough for me.

Kurt blushes and leans forward.

Kurt: I don’t think there could ever be a better compliment.

Blaine: Well, I do love you, after all.

Kurt: And I you. Though, I think next time I get to surprise nuzzle your crotch.

Blaine: *wolf smiles* I would definitely be okay with that.