"C'mon," Blaine says, tugging Kurt out of his seat in the auditorium.

"What the – what are you doing?"

"It's intermission," Blaine says.

"Yeah, I get that," Kurt replies with a small roll of his eyes.

Blaine holds tight to Kurt's hand, dragging him out and into the hallway. Hopefully Kurt's little tour of the school earlier could help him find the room he was looking for.

"Where are we-"

"Shh," Blaine shushes him with a secretive little giggle as he leads Kurt around a corner. "Just follow me."

"Do you even know where you're going?"

"I think so," Blaine says, looking around in search of the room he – aha. "In here."

Blaine smiles when Kurt nearly squawks as Blaine yanks him into the choir room. He shoos Kurt's hand away from the light switch when he reaches it.

"No, don't," Blaine says.

"Blaine, it's dark."

"Exactly. Close the door."

"What-"

"You're really not getting where this is going, are you?"

Kurt tilts his head in confusion and then Blaine sees the sudden realization light up Kurt's wide eyes.

"Oh! But we only have a few minutes."

Blaine glances down at his watch. "Twelve, to be exact. Now shut the door and come here," he says, holding out a hand.

Kurt chews on his lower lip in thought but he eventually closes the door, the only light in the room now being that bit that pours in through the slender window of the classroom door.

"Hey," Blaine says softly when he notices Kurt hesitate for a second. "We don't – if it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to do anything."

"No, no," Kurt says when he walks over to Blaine, holding onto both of Blaine's hands. "I've just never, you know…done…anything like this."

"It's okay," Blaine smiles slowly, tugging Kurt just that much closer. He looks into Kurt's eyes and he's certain he's gazing up at him adoringly, maybe too adoringly, but they're alone in a darkened choir room. So that's okay. "Can I – can I kiss you?"

He watches as Kurt's tongue darts out to wet his lips. "Yeah. Yes. Please?"

Blaine's pretty sure he's still smiling as they meet in the middle, lips pressing together in a dry kiss, the kind of kiss they were so familiar with. They haven't been together all that long and they haven't had too many opportunities like this, but god it's nice to be alone. They sigh against each other's lips, into each other's mouths and when Kurt's tongue licks against his teeth, asking for entrance, well Blaine's happy to oblige.

The kiss quickly becomes heated when Blaine hears Kurt moan in his throat. He wants to touch more, and hey he can do that, so he releases his hold on Kurt's hands and slides his fingers up over Kurt's chest, up to brush over the smooth skin of his neck. Those calloused fingers are suddenly gripping the back of Kurt's neck, pulling him closer so that their bodies are flush and everything becomes overwhelmingly warm.

"Hold on," Blaine says, breaking the kiss reluctantly. Kurt whines when Blaine pulls away to shrug off his coat, tossing it on top of the piano. " 'Kay."

Kurt's lips are on his again in a flash, as though he wants to claim Blaine, mark him as his own, and Blaine groans in return, arms coming to wrap tightly around the only-slightly taller boy in front of him. When their bodies collide he can feel just how much Kurt's gradually beginning to enjoy their little foray into the choir room and damn, if that doesn't make him hard too.

"You smell so good," Kurt breathes, his lips escaping Blaine's to trail hot, wet kisses down over Blaine's jaw. "Mmm, you taste good too."

Oh okay, god, Kurt's tongue just became very interested in the salty skin of his neck. He licks hurriedly, tasting Blaine, breathing him in, dragging his tongue down a prominent tendon and pulling the collar of Blaine's shirt aside so he can suck at his clavicle. Blaine can't do much but angle his neck to allow Kurt easier access, gasping when he feels teeth graze gently against his skin.

But this is as far as they've gone. Intense make out sessions is where they've always stopped.

So when Kurt turns them, when they stumble back together, when Kurt shoves Blaine down on the piano bench, Blaine's caught completely off guard.

"Kurt, you – oh god," Blaine moans loudly when Kurt urges him to lie back.

Kurt slides one knee between Blaine's spread thighs, the other foot planted firmly on the ground and he covers Blaine's body with his own.

"Is this – is this okay?" Kurt asks, his voice ragged and breathless.

"Yeah, yes," Blaine assures him quickly, winding his arms around Kurt's solid, warm body above him. "P-please."

Somehow Kurt knows what he's pleading for because a second later Kurt crashes their lips together, thrusting his hips against Blaine's experimentally.

Oh sweet hell.

Yeah.

Kurt thrusts again and Blaine can feel Kurt's answering erection pressed into the crook of his hip. Blaine's hands claw their way down Kurt's back, down, down, down, to cup his ass, forcing Kurt to thrust harder and ohrightthereyeah.

"This – this is-"

"Kind of really awesome," Blaine breathes in between a few fierce kisses.

Their tongues duel heatedly, sliding wetly against each other as their hips grind, Blaine meeting Kurt thrust for thrust. They rock together on the bench, moan together and the sounds are swallowed up by the acoustics of the walls. It's so silent around them, the air is almost stifling and the only thing unsettling it is their harsh breathing.

"Blaine I – close, I'm so-"

"Me too," Blaine groans, squeezing Kurt's ass through his jeans. "God, me too."

"Our jeans," Kurt reminds him and Blaine's surprised he can even think about clothing when they're both on the verge of a seriously amazing orgasm. "We – we can't-"

"Don't stop," Blaine hisses, one hand flying up to the back of Kurt's head, pulling him back down for a kiss because now is totally not the time to talk or think or worry about messing up their clothes.

Kurt moans lowly, so lowly that it almost sounds like a growl and the sound goes straight to Blaine's cock. Jesus, fuck, Kurt knows how to work his hips. Blaine's just holding on, licking into Kurt's mouth and that warm, twisting feeling in his belly creeps into being.

"I'm about to…" Kurt mumbles against Blaine's swollen lips.

"Yes," Blaine hisses, sucking Kurt's tongue into his mouth and Kurt thrust so quickly, so roughly that Blaine starts to whine in a torturously passionate kind of way, and ohfuckyes –

He comes hard, thrusting instinctively up against Kurt and he feels Kurt tense, groan, and his hips stutter in their movement. Their lips part, heavy, hot breathing caught between their flushed faces and Kurt's body goes slack above him.

"Oh my god," Kurt breathes, forehead resting on the piano bench next to Blaine's head.

"Yeah," is all Blaine can reply because hello, he just like, came him brains out. "Holy shit."

He feels Kurt press a quick, sloppy kiss just below his ear, still panting in exhaustion. Blaine drags his hands back up to wind around Kurt's middle, simply because he wants to hold, wants to enjoy the warmth of Kurt's body against his for just a little longer.

Kurt giggles quietly.

"We need to do that more often," Kurt finally says. "Maybe without clothes sometime."

Oh and Blaine's totally down for that.

"I'm just glad our pants are dark and are jackets are long enough to cover certain…evidence," Blaine laughs slightly.

"Well you're the one that said to keep going!" Kurt says indignantly, lifting his head to look at Blaine's face.

"Did you really want to stop?" Blaine asks with a raised eyebrow.

"…No."

"Okay then." He lifts his arm up to glance at the watch on his wrist. "Oh we should get back."

"Yeah," Kurt sighs, standing up. He makes a face and scrunches his nose. "Oh, ew."

Blaine sits up and oh, ew is right. He stands as well and tries to adjust his pants to relieve the uncomfortable, sticky, cooling sensation in his underwear but to no avail.

But then he catches sight of Kurt's face and he sees how red his cheeks still are.

And he remembers the feel of his hips and the sounds of his ragged breathing.

Another hour or so of uncomfortably sticky underwear was totally worth it.

End