The sweet smell of sex clung in the air around Kurt and Blaine, making everything they'd just done all the more satisfying. Blaine sighed up at the ceiling, dark chocolate eyes glazed over, his post-orgasm haze is one of his favorite places to be. 

Kurt was cuddled tightly to his chest, also staring at the ceiling. His head was resting in the crook of Blaine's neck, lying sideways alongside Blaine. Their chests rose and fell rhythmically, heart beats falling back into normal speeds as they slowed came down from their high. Everything was a little fuzzy in Kurt's mind, like someone had padded his brain with cotton wool, making him a little dizzy but not nauseous.

A glistening sheen of sweat coated both their bodies, keep them toasty warm as they snuggled, their legs and feet tangled with one an others. 

Blaine was struck with the sudden need to pee, his bladder calling on him to empty it. Blaine let out a guttural groan, why did his body choose the exact wrong moments to make him need to pee?!, he asked himself. He didn't want to leave Kurt, this was all part of the fun of sex - the aftermath; the hugging and the closeness, Blaine loved his and Kurt's afterglows and didn't want to ruin this beautiful moment by getting up for a piss. The mood would officially be ruined then, no, he firmly told himself, I can hold it for just a little longer. 

"Are you ok, Blaine?" Kurt asked, turning his head to look at him. 

"Yeah, fine." Blaine breathed restlessly, concentrating on the shimmering glaze over Kurt's aquamarine eyes, hoping to distract himself from thoughts about his bladder. 

"You groaned, what's wrong?" 

"Seriously Kurt, I'm fine." Blaine promised, widening his eyes a fraction and nodded his head sharply to prove his point. Kurt sighed a little but dropped it, turning his attention back up to the ceiling in which he could see stars twinkling across. That was on hell of an orgasm, Kurt giggled to himself internally, rubbing his eyes to clear the stars. When he blinked all the little stars were gone, and now all that was left was the chalk ceiling.

The need to relieve himself grew for Blaine in just a few minutes, and it left him wondering just how much he'd drank today. He thought back to school and remembered not having time to pee, so the last time he peed would have been this morning. Blaine glanced at the clock and with some quick calculations in his head he worked out he hadn't been to the toilet in almost 10 hours. With that realization in mind, Blaine's stomach gave a twinge of pain that made Blaine squirm. 

"Ok what the hell is wrong with you, Blaine?!" Kurt demanded, sounded worried. "You're squirming and making weird groaning noises." He'd got up by now and had climbed over Blaine's stomach, one knee either side of him. He rested on Blaine's hips, dangerously close to Blaine's stomach. 

"I-I just really have to pee." Blaine bit his lip as he admitted this to Kurt, a tiny blush creeping up his neck and resting on his cheeks. "So could you..?" Blaine tried to wriggle out from underneath Kurt so he could get to the restroom, but it seemed Kurt had other ideas. 

With a smirk Kurt grabs both Blaine's hands, bringing them past his shoulders and over his head. Kurt pinned Blaine's hands to the bed, both his arms spread apart as if Blaine was doing a star-jump lying flat on his bed. 

"W-what are you doing, Kurt?" Blaine asked with a small laugh, eyeing Kurt's smirk in worry.

"You're not going anywhere, Blaine Warbler." Kurt announced, leaning down and carefully placed a too-chaste-for-his-liking kiss on Blaine's lips. "I forbid you to move." 

"But Kurt I need to use the restroom..." 

"Well then I guess you'll just have to hold it, won't you?" Kurt whispered teasingly, his voice rising higher at the end.