Author's Notes: Kurt couldn't ignore the surprise he felt at his own ability to navigate the labyrinth of hallways in his inebriated state. He only collided with the walls twice as he made his way to the reception desk, releasing a breath that he didn't realize he was holding once he caught sight of it.

However, what little, irrational bit of relief Kurt might have felt, immediately disappeared when he focused on the woman in front of him.

"Mr. Hummel, welcome back." Santana didn't bother trying to hide her amusement at Kurt's condition.

"Yeah, yeah," Kurt groused, waving his hand at Santana's overly polite tone. "We both know why I'm here, no matter how much I don't want to be. So just cut to the chase and lead the way. Please." Santana smirked at Kurt's annoyed tone and his sarcastic addition at the end of his sentence.

"As you wish, Mr. Hummel." Santana turned and walked down the vaguely familiar path before stopping all too soon for Kurt's taste.

Santana unlocked the door and pushed it open and made her way back down the hall, leaving Kurt standing just beyond the threshold. A moment later, Kurt stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. He tried to ignore the stifling silence of the room, as he turned to look at Blaine.

"Shall I venture a guess towards what brings you here?" It wasn't a real question and they both knew it. Even in the haze of his alcohol-muddled mind, Kurt couldn't miss the tone of boredom that permeated Blaine's voice. That tone irked him and Kurt didn't bother wondering why he had any sort of reaction to it, but he did.

"Look, I don-"

"If you're going to start spouting off some bullshit about how you don't want to be here and this is all a mistake, save your breath," Blaine cut him off in that same irksome bored tone.

Kurt ignored the slight twinge of hurt at the way Blaine cut across him. It wasn't as though he really wanted to be there any more than Blaine wanted him to be. This was just the result of his subconscious telling him that he was apparently more attracted to Blaine than he was ready to admit. Thus, in order to nip the problem in the bud, before it got too out of hand, Kurt would simply have to sleep with Blaine one last time before never again returning to this establishment.

"Look," Kurt started again with more force. "I can assure you that I don't want to be here-" Blaine snorted and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'and yet, here you are.'

"But, due to an incident that I don't wish to recount, I've found myself back in this godawful place."

Blaine shifted so that he was fully looking at Kurt. While glad that he finally had Blaine's complete attention, something in his stare made Kurt wish that he would look away.

"Anyway," he continued quickly. "I figured that if I came back once more, I could just get you out of my system and we could continue on with our lives without ever crossing paths again."

Blaine said nothing when Kurt was finished. It was a full thirty seconds before he rose from the bed with deliberate movements and approached Kurt. He didn't stop until he was well within Kurt's personal space. But then, given the nature of the situation, that was kind of the point.

Their movements were nothing like the first encounter. Hands tore angrily at clothes, lips mashed together in a fury of tongue and teeth and far too much saliva and far too little air passing between them. Flurried movements and stumbling feet led them to the bed, onto which their bodies flopped unceremoniously.

Blaine straddled Kurt's thighs and leaned over to lick a long stripe up the side of Kurt's neck.

"How do you want me?" he breathed hotly in Kurt's ear.

Kurt turned his head to properly look at Blaine. His eyes were nearly black and even then, Kurt could see the ever-present challenge in them. As though Blaine were constantly ready to mock Kurt for everything he is.

In that moment, Kurt knew that he not only wanted to take Blaine, but he wanted to completely and utterly dominate him. He wanted to make Blaine remember him. He wanted to ingrain himself into Blaine's memory the way the other man seemed to have wormed his way into his own.

Had Kurt been thinking clearly, instead of letting his thoughts tumble through the haze of alcohol and lust, he would have stopped to ask himself why it was so important that Blaine remember him. Due to his profession, it was highly unlikely that Blaine remembered anyone beyond the amount of time that it took them to pull their pants back up and make a quick exit. But, as it was, Kurt wasn't thinking clearly at all.

"On your hands and knees," Kurt demanded. Something flashed in Blaine's eyes and he had the barest hint of a smirk on his lips as he complied.

"That's it," Kurt murmured as he took in Blaine's willing body, propped up and on display for his hungry gaze. "Do you have any idea how irresistible you are like this?" Kurt ducked his head to nip at the smooth skin of Blaine's ass while blindly searching for lube and condoms in the nightstand.

"I think I have a pretty good idea," Blaine gasped as Kurt eased a slick finger into him.

"You have no idea how often I've imagined this over the past week. You, on display for me, completely mine for the taking." Kurt breathed, working another finger into him.

Blaine didn't respond, instead letting out a low moan as Kurt continued to work him open, barely grazing his prostate as a third finger entered him.

"You know," Blaine gasped as he rocked back onto Kurt's fingers. "For someone so eager to fuck me, you're sure taking your time with it." He tossed a cheeky grin over his shoulder, pleased to see Kurt's eyes narrow at the obvious challenge.

"If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you're just as eager for it. But no matter, I think you're good and ready for me." Kurt made quick work of his belt and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down in one go to reveal his erection. Blaine couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of Kurt's flushed cock, already slick at the head with precome.

"Oh no, I've got other plans for you," Blaine's gaze met Kurt's amused expression and he didn't bother feigning embarrassment over being caught staring. "Maybe you'll get a taste next time," Kurt said as he rolled on the condom and generously applied lube and stood behind Blaine.

Neither man commented on the implications of Kurt's statement as he smoothly entered Blaine.

Twin moans filled the room as Kurt gently pushed forward until he was fully seated. Were Kurt's knees not supported by the edge of the mattress, he surely would have slipped to the ground. Blaine breathed slowly as his arms struggled to hold his weight in light of the sensations. Once the familiar sting gave way to the equally familiar yet infinitely more welcome pleasure, Blaine pushed back against Kurt. He wasn't disappointed to receive a startled gasp in return.

Kurt needed no further encouragement than Blaine's wordless demand and slowly drew back until just the head of his cock remained inside Blaine. He waited half a beat before slamming back into Blaine almost punishingly and was rewarded with a choked off moan.

The pair soon built up a rhythm with Kurt pounding into Blaine with barely restrained bruising force and Blaine meeting Kurt's hips eagerly. It was frantic, sweaty, and the absolute definition of pure fucking. The room was filled wit the faint sound of the bed springs creaking and the filthy slap of skin against skin.

Kurt draped himself over Blaine's back, pinning the smaller man to he bed and trapping the heat and sweat between their bodies. He worked his hand between Blaine's hips and the bed, leaving sloppy kisses and small bite marks along the juncture where Blaine's neck met his shoulder. There was no grace or finesse in their movements. Blaine frantically thrust into Kurt's sweaty palm, with breathy moans tumbling past his lips to fill the otherwise silent room.

Kurt could tell that Blaine was close to coming and he wasn't far off himself. Before he knew what he was doing, Kurt placed a particularly harsh bite just at the base of Blaine's neck. Almost immediately, Blaine went still and arched his back against Kurt as he opened his mouth in a silent scream. The feeling of Blaine clenching around him catapulted Kurt straight into his own orgasm, and he rocked helplessly into Blaine as the pair rode out the waves of their climaxes.

Much sooner than either one if them would have liked, the rapidly cooling fluids became far too uncomfortable to ignore. Without speaking, Kurt rolled off of Blaine and immediately began to look for something to clean himself up with.

Catching sight of the box of tissues on the nightstand, Kurt made quick work of wiping himself off before handing them to Blaine.

The pair avoided eye contact as they redressed themselves, stubbornly refusing to say anything to each other. Blaine didn't bother with putting his shirt back on as he began to strip the bed of its sheets.

Kurt debated on offering to help Blaine for a moment before completely discarding the idea. Given Blaine's overall demeanor, Kurt highly doubted that he'd receive a positives reaction.

Shrugging on his jacket and doing a quick sweep of the room, Kurt wondered whether he should say anything at all before he left, hopefully for good this time, his mind unhelpfully supplied.

"Unless you're looking to stay for another round, you should probably leave." Blaine didn't bother to glance at Kurt has he retrieved the blankets and pillows from the floor.

"Trust me, another round is the last thing I want from you." Kurt mentally kicked himself for his response. He figured, in Blaine's profession, verbal degradation was probably normal. But that didn't mean that he wanted to become one of those people. It's just that Blaine had a particular way of getting under Kurt's skin and he didn't quite understand it.

"So. Get. Out." Blaine finally looked at Kurt and the full force of his loathing for the man at his door was obvious in his gaze.

Kurt didn't trust himself to speak again and instead turned to open the door. Once he'd finally crossed the threshold, he lingered for a split second, almost turning to glance back at Blaine. The only thing that stopped him was the chance that he might be met with Blaine's abhorrent expression.