New Year’s Eve was the next time Blaine was able to see Kurt. As it turned out, sneaking away while his grandparents were in town was completely unacceptable. He could understand that, and under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have cared, but it was time he could have been spending with Kurt. It all got made up, though, when his parents said they were headed to a friend’s house to bring in the New Year and he could invite friends over if he wanted, so he asked Kurt, Brittany, Santana, and a bunch of guys from the Warblers.

Blaine knew he was taking a bit of a chance, but his friends from Dalton were accepting and kind. It wasn’t just because they went to Dalton, but he was sure the environment there helped – they were good people in general. He invited them because he missed them and wanted to spend time with them, of course, but there was also the underlying thought that it would be a safe environment with outside people where he and Kurt were going to be together. Where Brittany and Santana could be together, with no fear of anyone saying something to them.

His parents didn’t seem to care how many people he had over as long as the house wasn’t a mess when they got back, and it wasn’t like he was going to have some sort of raucous party in their absence. Only four of the Warblers were in the area and without plans for the night, and then of course Kurt and the girls were coming, but he doubted any of them were going to cause his parents to regret letting him have a small party for the holiday.

Burt had called to talk to his parents, and that had been the most terrifying moment for Blaine in the whole ordeal. He’d wanted to know the adults who were there at the house where his son spent so much time, and thankfully his mom handled the questions with grace and ease and without saying that she had no idea what Kurt and Blaine did because they were always up in his room. He was certain that Burt would have been less than pleased if she’d told him that. She also told him that Kurt was welcome to spend the night after the party, to keep him from having to drive home so late – a courtesy that was offered to everyone who was coming but no one else’s parents were likely to be as concerned as Burt about the sleeping situation – because they had a spare room where he could stay.

It wasn’t exactly a lie because they did have a spare room where Kurt could stay, but Blaine knew full well that if Kurt was going to spend the night there was no way he’d be doing it in there. Burt seemed appeased, however, and that meant that Kurt showed up with an overnight bag that quickly made its way up into Blaine’s room. He also showed up earlier than anyone else, and after helping Blaine make sure they had a good amount of snacks and stuff to drink, they stretched out on the couch together, limbs intertwined, and there were soft caresses of lips against skin until the doorbell rang again.

Nick, Jeff, Wes, and Thad had all carpooled together to get there, and as soon as Blaine opened the door he got tackled down to the ground by half of them – Wes and Thad just watched, bemused, as Jeff sat on Blaine’s chest with a triumphant grin. Apparently Brittany and Santana had pulled in right behind them, because they walked through the doorway and looked down at them, Brittany with a wide-eyed blink and Santana with a smirk.

“Wow, Blaine,” she said, reaching down and ruffling his hair. “Is this a trend? People just love to sit on you, don’t they?”

“Shut up,” he grunted, shoving Jeff off him and sitting up, glaring at him. “See if I ever invite you anywhere again.”

“You love me,” Jeff said, waving off the idle threat and hopping up to his feet. Nick gave Blaine one last poke to his side before standing and offering a hand to help him up. He took it gratefully and pushed the door closed once he was upright, blocking out the cold wind from outside. Santana looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and he could see the questions just waiting to be asked.

“San, why don’t you come with me and get the stuff from the kitchen? Everyone else, Kurt’s in the den if you want to join him.” Brittany pouted a little, but took Jeff’s hand and swung it between them.

“I remember you!” she exclaimed, tugging him toward the den. Nick shot Blaine an amused look, and he shook his head. Jeff and Brittany were a lot alike, and he had no doubt they’d be able to talk for hours, but Nick had nothing to worry about when it came to his boyfriend and he knew it. Blaine just took Santana into the kitchen, letting her slip her hand into his but letting go once they were out of sight of anyone.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said quietly, leaning back against the counter and looking at her. “Actually, you shouldn’t do that. Not tonight.”

“But…”

“I know these guys, Santana,” he continued, rubbing at the back of his neck. “They’re good, they’re nice. They were my best friends at Dalton and they know me. You don’t have to pretend to be anything you aren’t, not tonight, not because of them. They’re not going to say or do anything bad because you’re with Brittany, but they definitely won’t believe you if you try to act like you’re with me.”

“Can you promise that?” Santana asked, almost demanded, skepticism clear in her voice.

“I absolutely can,” Blaine replied sincerely, reaching out and taking her hands. “I completely promise you that. Jeff and Nick have been dating for almost a year and Thad and Wes are great. Please take advantage of the opportunity to be yourself in front of other people. Please. I’d hate for you to think you couldn’t be you when you’re here.”

Santana seemed to consider the proposition, to consider him as he stood there. Her eyes were piercing into his, but he could see the defensiveness slowly melting away as they stood there in the silence, her hands holding onto his. “If anyone says anything bad, I give you full permission to punch me.”

“You’re going to regret that one,” Santana said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“No I’m not, because you aren’t going to get the chance,” he said, pulling her in a little closer so he could speak softer. “You can do this. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to; I’m just saying that I can’t play the boyfriend for you because I have my own.” He pressed a light kiss against her cheek. “It’s up to you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise,” Blaine replied, offering her a smile. “Courage.”

Santana set her jaw, keeping hold of his hands for a few more seconds before pulling her own away. She looked determined, resolute, and Blaine was half-certain that it would be terrifying to see her be like that about almost anything else. As it was, he was glad – proud. She turned on her heel and went back out of the kitchen, and he grabbed a bowl of chips to follow her into the den. Everyone else was just sitting around talking, and she went straight over to Brittany and grabbed her hand, pulling her up to her feet.

It wasn’t as if Blaine hadn’t seen Santana kiss Brittany before, because he definitely had. But what he’d seen before had absolutely nothing on how she pulled her in right there in front of them all and tilted their mouths together effortlessly. Brittany made a soft sound of surprise but slipped her arms around Santana’s neck and seemingly refused to pull away.

Kurt was the one who stared the most, but Blaine supposed that was because he knew what a moment that was. Wes paused in his conversation with Thad – which had appeared to be a heated one about what the Warblers were going to sing at an upcoming school event – but went right back to it a moment later. Jeff blinked, looking up at Blaine and then back to the girls before reaching over and grabbing the front of Nick’s shirt and hauling him over the short distance between them so he could kiss him.

“Wha—mph!” Nick exclaimed, almost falling onto him as their lips collided, putting his hands on Jeff’s shoulders so he could pull back. The outburst had been enough to break Santana and Brittany apart, and Blaine wasn’t sure if he would ever really be able to get over their expressions. They both looked happy, but beyond that Santana looked triumphant, proud, and Brittany was beaming. 

Just like that, everything seemed to fall into place. That had been all it had taken to prove to Santana that nothing was going to happen there at the house, other than Jeff assuming that everything was a contest that he wanted to win. Nick had his hands full with his boyfriend, but Blaine had to guess that he was used to him by then. That was what had always happened with anything they’d done at Dalton, after all – any game they’d played had turned into a legitimate battle of Jeff was involved because he was more competitive than anyone had ever guessed.

If anyone was as competitive as Jeff, if not more so, it was Santana. It was one of those things that Blaine should have guessed, but hadn’t. They all discovered it when they turned on the Wii and started to play MarioKart. Santana may have spouted off more swear words than Blaine had known existed while she was playing, but she was good. Apparently that was something Jeff took personally, as he was the reigning MarioKart champion at Dalton, and they spent a good hour battling each other as everyone else watched on.

Nothing could have possibly been more entertaining than watching Jeff’s Yoshi and Santana’s Rosalina battle it out over the various racecourses while their players sat tense on the edge of the couch, vehemently cursing at each other and the screen. In the end, Santana just barely edged him out for the victory – after many, many rounds that kept having each one win in front of the other in turn – and Jeff demanded that she come to his home turf so he could stomp her into the ground there. The thought of Santana gracing the hallowed halls of Dalton Academy was hilarious to Blaine, because he could just imagine what she would say and how quickly she’d get kicked out.

It was great to be able to spend time with his friends from Dalton again, and Blaine was glad that the group came that did. He knew he shouldn’t play favorites with his friends, but Wes had been his roommate and he really missed him sometimes. They texted a lot, but it wasn’t anywhere close to what they’d had before. He was the one person Blaine had been able to talk to about what was going on at McKinley, because he was the only one who knew all the details.

Being able to hold Kurt’s hand, tease and joke with him, in the presence of other people was something Blaine hadn’t realized he was missing. Of course he’d thought about it every time he had Santana’s hand in his, but that wasn’t the same as knowing for certain just how good and freeing it was to be able to do. It was comfort, ease, and he wanted to have it every day of his life – not just when they were within the walls of his house or Kurt’s.

The countdown to midnight was loud, everyone crowded around the television with confetti poppers in one hand and cups of sparkling cider in the other. Santana had briefly lamented the lack of alcohol but Blaine had shut her up with a reminder that the last party involving alcohol that they’d been to hadn’t exactly ended well. Even if there had been booze, there was no threat of anything like that happening that night, but that was beside the point.

Confetti shot everywhere as midnight tolled and “Auld Lang Syne” blared out of the speakers as Kurt pulled Blaine in for a kiss, and he couldn’t help but slip his arms around Kurt’s waist and suck on his lower lip briefly before pulling back and looking up at him. He really was incredibly lucky, he knew, and he had high hopes for the New Year being worlds better than the last few rocky months. Kurt brushed another kiss against his lips before letting go of him.

“What, you don’t have any straight girl friends?” Thad asked Blaine teasingly, taking a sip of his soda. It was true, Blaine hadn’t really thought about the whole everyone kissing at midnight part of New Year’s Eve and really, Thad and Wes were completely out of luck. Not that he actually thought they cared.

Brittany swooped down and planted a loud, smacking kiss against Thad’s lips, and he looked completely startled. She looked pleased by herself and nudged Santana, who rolled her eyes and grabbed onto the front of Wes’s shirt, leaning in and kissing him very briefly. He barely had time to react before she let go of him and slid her arm around Brittany’s waist, resting her head on her shoulder. Wes and Thad just stared over at them.

“Whatever, we kiss those idiots all the time,” Santana sighed, waving her hand over toward Kurt and Blaine. “Just don’t expect it to happen ever again, bird boys.”

“Bird boys?” Thad bristled, his head cocking to the side.

“Warblers are more than birds, Santana,” Blaine groaned, really not wanting her to spark up an argument with two members of the council because she refused to let go of her inherent nature to tease. “We are not birds, we’re people.”

“You aren’t a bird anymore, Frodo.”

“Hey! Once a bir—Warbler, always a Warbler!” Nick said from his spot on the floor, struggling to get to his feet from how Jeff was hanging on him.

“Guys, it’s fine, she’s just being difficult,” Blaine said, giving her a look and getting a smirk in return.

“She is mocking us,” Thad exclaimed, arms folding over his chest.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Kurt piped up. “She mocks everyone. Actually, she only really mocks people that she likes, so I’d take the compliment and treasure it if I were you.”

“I’m standing right here and you guys are talking about me like I’m not,” Santana said, huffing out a sigh.

“Stop picking on the pretty birds,” Brittany murmured, nuzzling against her hair. Thad looked like he was going to object again, but Blaine clapped his hand over his friend’s mouth to stop him. Santana was being playful with them and practically cuddling Brittany standing up and he really didn’t want Thad to keep arguing such silliness with her when she was being so open. Between him doing that, and Brittany playing with Santana’s hair, the teasing argument was dropped.

It wasn’t long after that people started to need to head back to their respective houses, and the Warblers all gave Blaine really long hugs as if they weren’t going to see him again for a long time. Then again, he wasn’t exactly sure when he would see them next so it wasn’t that strange. He made a mental note to make sure to check in on them every once in a while. They had a brief snowball fight through the front yard as they made their way to the car.

“Hey,” Santana said quietly, stepping up beside Blaine as he stood at the window and watched his friends pummeling each other with snow. “Brit and I are going to go.” She already had her coat on, and Brittany was probably getting hers on while she said goodbye to Kurt, Blaine assumed. “Thanks… for tonight.”

“You know you’re welcome here anytime,” Blaine said, nudging her shoulder. “You’re my self-proclaimed best friend, after all.”

“Damn right I am,” she said as she grinned over at him. He felt arms slipping around him from behind and he tilted his head back to see Brittany pressing in against his back. “You ready, Brit?”

“Yep! Take me home, Santana!” Brittany said with a soft giggle, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s cheek before letting go of him and slipping her hand into Santana’s. “Thanks for the fun party, Blaine. I like your friends, they’re nice.”

“They are,” Blaine agreed. Santana slipped her free arm around him in a hug and nosed her way back to his ear so she could whisper in it.

“I meant thank you for everything.”

Santana pulled back and offered him what possibly was the most genuine and sincere smile he’d ever seen on her face before she gave Brittany’s hand a tug and pulled her out onto the porch. Blaine watched them run out to the car and slip inside, and thankfully Santana was not a crazy a driver when there was snow on the ground because she pulled out of the driveway tamely and disappeared around the curve of the road.

Kurt slipped up behind him and slid his hands over Blaine’s stomach, hugging him back against him as his mouth pressed kisses against his neck. As much fun as it had been to have everyone over, and as glad as he was to have seen his friends from Dalton for the first time in a long while, he had been looking forward to them all leaving so it could just be him and Kurt and an empty house all to themselves. His eyes closed and his head tilted to the side as he felt his boyfriend’s tongue flicking against his skin, his breath falling heavily from his lips.

“Kurt…” he murmured, his hand reaching up to cup the back of Kurt’s neck, his breath hitching as Kurt sucked against his pulse point. He pressed back against him as he felt the arm around his torso tightening, and Kurt’s free hand slid down and dragged over the front of his jeans. Blaine’s hips jerked against his touch, and he was getting harder with every rub of the heel of Kurt’s hand against him. It certainly didn’t help when Kurt swiftly popped the button and undid the zipper and slid his hand inside his jeans. “Fuck. Upstairs, now.”

“Bossy,” Kurt whispered, his lips brushing against his skin, but he unwrapped his arms from around him all the same and headed toward the stairs. Blaine turned and trailed after him, staying far enough back that he got a nice view of Kurt’s ass as they went up. They didn’t bother shutting the door to Blaine’s room since they were the only ones there for the night, and Blaine pulled Kurt in against him as he walked him back toward the bed, their mouths sealed in a rough, desperate kiss.

Clothes came off easily, shirts and undershirts littering the floor before hands made their way to waistbands and buttons. Kurt had a head start on getting Blaine’s pants off, but Blaine made quick work of catching up and pushing them off Kurt’s hips and down his thighs. Gently nudging him down, Blaine got him to sit on the bed so he could kneel down and work his pants the rest of the way off his legs, his hands running up them once they were bare. Kurt’s legs were just so long and really, Blaine could have spent all night just looking at them but he could clearly see the outline of his boyfriend’s erection through the fabric of his briefs and he figured his time was better spent focusing on that than his legs.

His hands slid up Kurt’s thighs and he dug his fingertips in against his muscles, and they both groaned in response. He tugged him up toward the edge of the bed and leaned in, nuzzling his face against his groin and breathing in the heady scent of everything that was just Kurt and perfect. Kurt braced one hand back against the bed but let the other one thread its fingers through Blaine’s hair as he mouthed along his length, sucking against the head through the fabric and earning a throaty moan from Kurt.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Kurt managed to get out, tugging on his hair to pull him away from what he was doing. Blaine got to his feet and shucked off his pants, barely getting his feet free of the ankles before Kurt was pushing his briefs down his legs and pulling him in, nuzzling his face against his skin and dragging his tongue along his hipbone. Blaine almost fell on top of him, but braced his hands on his shoulders to stop himself.

“Now who’s wearing too many clothes?” he murmured, carding his fingers through Kurt’s hair as the other boy nipped at his skin. Kurt’s arms stayed snug around his waist, resting on his hips, as he stared up at him with dark eyes, pupils spread over what was usually so beautifully stormy blue. Not that Blaine was complaining, because he loved when Kurt’s eyes got like that. “Kurt?”

“Wanna fuck you,” Kurt mumbled as he practically buried his face against Blaine’s stomach, his breath huffing hotly against his navel. Blaine’s eyes widened and his fingers tightened in Kurt’s hair, getting caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan at the statement. They’d done a lot of things together, but not that. It wasn’t that he was opposed; it was just that Kurt had never really shown a particular interest or want. Not like then, when he’d actually flat out said it and he was trailing his thumb down the cleft of Blaine’s ass, the pad of it brushing down against his rim and making him shudder. “Please.”

“Yeah?” The word came out in a breath, and his knees almost gave out as Kurt dipped his head down to mouth along his cock. “Fuck, Kurt…”

Kurt twisted around, pulling him down onto the bed and hovering over him, one leg pressed in between his and Blaine rocked up against him a little. Kurt didn’t often take control like that - the last time had been in the classroom at school, after the Warblers performed.  That hadn’t been anything like this, though; back then he’d looked desperate and scared, but now he was hungry, wanton.

“I want you,” he whispered, his hand trailing down over Blaine’s chest and torso, barely touching and making Blaine’s muscles jump involuntarily.

“You have me,” Blaine replied softly, catching his hand and looking up at him as earnestly as he could, considering how much he just wanted to roll him over and ravish him. “You have me, Kurt. God, anything you want, you have me.” There was a slight hesitation, then Kurt leaned down and kissed him deeply, lingering, sucking on his tongue before he finally made himself pull back.

“Turn over?” Kurt murmured, and Blaine let go of his hand so he could comply, scooting up the bed and rolling onto his stomach, letting out a groan at the sudden friction and pressure against his cock. He pressed his hips down against the mattress, trying to get a little bit of relief, and then turned his head a little to look back over his shoulder at Kurt.

“Everything’s in the drawer.” He motioned toward the bedside table, though he was pretty sure that by that point Kurt was aware of where he kept the condoms and lube. Blaine would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little nervous, but mostly he was anxious, excited, stuck in anticipation as he heard Kurt rustling around in the drawer and then sliding it shut again.

Kurt’s hand ran down his spine, fingers bumping over the ridges of his vertebrae as they made their way down to the small of his back, and then he nudged his way in between his legs. Blaine brought his knees up underneath himself like he’d seen Kurt do times before when he’d fingered him, and he sucked in a sharp breath as Kurt pressed an open mouthed kiss against the base of his spine, his tongue flicking against his skin briefly before he pulled back.

Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt’s hands cupped his ass, fingertips digging in against his skin as they spread him open and he waited for him to let go, to hear that familiar sound of the bottle of lube being opened, but it didn’t come.  Honestly, he was getting a little self-conscious about the amount of time Kurt was spending just staring at his ass. Except then there was the faintest brush of something – lips, he realized belatedly – against him, almost immediately followed by the wet warmth of Kurt’s tongue giving tentative little licks, and he choked on a moan.

His hands fisted into the covers as Kurt seemed to gain more confidence in what he was doing, the strokes of his tongue growing longer and laving. Blaine couldn’t help the whimpers and moans that fell from his lips, especially when the tip of Kurt’s tongue traced around him, swirling several times before going back to licking and caressing. He could feel Kurt’s full mouth over him, his nose pressed in against his skin, and he felt like he might burst from just how much he was feeling all at once. His fingers loosened their grip on the blankets so he could reach down and squeeze around the base of his cock with a groan.

“Fuck, oh, Kurt, fuck,” Blaine whimpered as he felt the tip of Kurt’s tongue press in slightly against his puckered skin, and then his body jerked as Kurt moaned, the vibrations going right through Blaine in a way he didn’t know was possible. Kurt slipped his arm around Blaine’s hips, holding him there as his tongue thrust into him, shallowly at first but gradually deeper, and Blaine shuddered as his entire body thrummed with pleasure.

Thankfully, Kurt seemed to realize just how close Blaine was to the tipping point, and after a few more thrusts and twists of his tongue he stopped, loosening his arm around him and pulling back. Blaine practically crumpled forward, thinking that maybe he should have amended his statement of ‘anything you want’ to Kurt to include that he should warn him if he was going to do something like rim him because otherwise he might die.

Kurt’s hand ran over Blaine’s back in long, smooth strokes, and then it disappeared. Blaine drew in deep, ragged breaths as he glanced back at him, watching as he flipped the lid on the lube and slicked up his fingers. He was still having a little trouble wrapping his mind around the fact that the first thing he’d ever had in his ass, other than his own fingers once or twice, was his boyfriend’s tongue.  And then seconds later, the press of his fingers were there and Blaine braced his forearms against the mattress as Kurt worked him open.

It was a process that he’d been on the giving end of many times, and he knew that he always liked to take his time, cautious and not wanting to accidentally hurt, but being on the receiving end was so different. There was such a wonderful burn, and Kurt’s fingers were stroking into him with angles that he’d never been able to get himself – which was why it wasn’t exactly something he did on his own. The quiet deliberation was there in Kurt’s movements, and Blaine easily realized why Kurt tended to turn into a whimpering, pleading mess and it was because he was pretty sure the exact same thing was going to happen with him.

That was how he felt before the tips of Kurt’s fingers brushed against his prostate, making him yelp. It was half from surprise and half from how it had felt like jolts of electricity coursing through his veins. Kurt pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades and Blaine dropped his forehead down against the mattress as he felt Kurt hit that spot again and again as his fingers stretched him open. He let out a broken whine when Kurt dragged his fingers out and didn’t push them back in; the absence of having a part of Kurt inside him was overwhelming.

“Kurt please,” Blaine whimpered, hearing the tear of the condom wrapper and the click of the lube being opened again, and he shifted restlessly, his hands tugging and fisting into the covers of the bed as he tried to find something to hold onto. “Please, please please…”

“Did you want to stay like this?” Kurt asked, his hand smoothing over Blaine’s ass. “Or turn over?”

“Whatever you want.” He knew he probably should have said to stay like that, because he’d heard it was supposed to be easier for the first time, but he didn’t care as long as Kurt was happy and inside him. So he let Kurt nudge him over onto his back and he brought his knees up automatically, head pressed back against the pillow as he looked up at Kurt – who was looking so beautifully debauched already he really didn’t even know what to say.

“Want to see you,” Kurt mumbled with a groan, his hand smoothing lube over himself as he shifted in closer, dragging the tip of his cock down Blaine’s perineum and back to brush against his entrance. Blaine gasped, hand reaching up to cup the back of Kurt’s neck. “Blaine…”

“You’re so gorgeous,” Blaine murmured, pulling him down for a kiss and making a soft surprised sound in the back of his throat because he’d forgotten what Kurt had been doing before he started fingering him – though how he’d managed to forget, he had no idea – and he hadn’t been expecting to taste himself on his tongue. It was different, but definitely not in a bad way. “So gorgeous like this. Please, Kurt, I need you.”

Kurt slowly pressed in, and Blaine closed his eyes and whimpered as he paused just past that first tight ring of muscle. His fingers, so long and slender and perfect, hadn’t really prepared Blaine at all for what it was going to feel like to have the full girth of him. Blaine breathed out a strained ‘oh my God’ when Kurt eased in further, and forced himself to open his eyes to look up at him. There was such tried concentration on Kurt’s face, and Blaine knew what he was feeling – the struggle to keep from just going for it, hard and fast and everything all at once.

Except then Kurt was pressed flush against him, buried inside him entirely and kneeling so still, his hair falling onto his forehead as he looked down at him. Blaine couldn’t remember what life had felt like before he knew what it was like to feel so full, so complete, and he didn’t even want to try. That moment, even just laying so still and waiting for his body to adjust to the stretch of Kurt inside him, was one of the perfect things he’d ever felt. Except then Kurt shifted just slightly, restlessly almost, and that topped it.

“Sorry,” Kurt whispered, his hands stroking down Blaine’s thighs, but Blaine shook his head.

“Don’t apologize.” Even just that tiniest movement had made Blaine crave more, and he swallowed hard as he took him in. Kurt hid all his lean muscles under his clothes, and Blaine felt more than a little possessive about the fact that he was the only one who had seen him quite like that. “Move?”

“Okay.” There was a moment of pause, then the slow drag of Kurt pulling out slightly and moving back in, and Blaine gasped out his name. The steady push-pull inside him was too much and not enough all at once, and his hands scrabbled to find holds on Kurt’s arms, squeezing against his biceps and keeping him pulled in close.

It was a slow build, but it didn’t take long for Kurt to grow seemingly more confident in what he was doing, less scared of hurting, because his movements became sharper, deeper, and Blaine was almost certain he was going to leave finger shaped bruises on Kurt’s arms from how hard he was gripping onto him. Except he had to let go with one hand to reach down between them and wrap it around his cock, his palm rubbing over the head and slicking with precome before stroking along his length and pulling himself closer to that tipping point.

“Blaine, fuck,” Kurt panted, his eyes wide as he looked down, and his hips snapped forward faster, spurred on by watching him. “You’re gonna make me—”

“Good,” Blaine choked out, twisting his hand on an upstroke and feeling the tightness in his body spreading, lurking, waiting to unleash. “Let go, just let go—”

Kurt cried out as he came, and he braced his hands on either side of Blaine as he crumpled forward. Blaine only lasted a few seconds more than him, white bursting behind his eyes as he choked back a moan, thick ropes of come spreading over his chest, stomach, and hand. Neither of them moved, save for how their bodies were trembling as they drew in deep breaths and let them out in ragged huffs through kiss-swollen lips.

“You… feel…” Blaine tried to begin, but words were beyond failing him at that point.

“You too,” Kurt mumbled in reply, his eyelashes fanning out across his cheeks. He started to pull out and Blaine whimpered, not ready to lose the contact and fullness, so he stayed. They stayed like that, just still and quiet and breathing together. Blaine couldn’t tell how much time had passed, and he felt like he was drifting in his post-orgasmic haze, but he knew that at some point it was going to have to end. “Blaine…”

“Okay.” He pulled Kurt in for a kiss before he let him go, and seconds later he felt empty and more aware of how sticky he was with sweat and come and lube. Kurt pressed a kiss against his knee, looking down at him for a long moment before shifting off the bed. He moved on unsteady legs, and Blaine shamelessly watched as his stark naked boyfriend made his way across the room and out into the hall. Thank God his parents weren’t home.

He came back with a damp washcloth and Blaine felt like he was sinking back into the mattress even further as Kurt gently rubbed at his chest and stomach, wiping off the drying come and then shifting down to between his legs. Blaine took in a sharp breath as he felt him carefully cleaning off the lube, and he stayed still with his legs propped up as they had been to make it easier for him. Kurt kissed the inside of his thigh before sliding off and taking the washcloth back to the bathroom.  When he returned, he nudged he door shut, then stretched out on his stomach next to Blaine on the bed.

“You’re amazing,” Blaine murmured, rolling over and pressing in against his side, his arm draping across his back. “Kurt, that was… you feel amazing.” It definitely wasn’t the most articulate he’d been in his life, but he was sure Kurt understood.

“You are,” Kurt whispered, tilting his head so he could look at him. “I never imagined it would feel like that. So good…”

“I never did either.”

“Happy New Year, Blaine.”

“Happy New Year.”