With one last plunk, and a large puff, Kurt sat down a particularly heavy box, and dropped to the floor next to Blaine. Laying there on the floor of their shoebox apartment, they closed their eyes, “Was that the last one?” Kurt nodded in response as his hand found Blaine’s. Blaine huffed, “Thank God.” Kurt laughed, “If we had just moved in a day earlier.” Blaine shook his head, the elevator to their sixth floor apartment had broken after their second trip up, and could not be fixed for two more days. Blaine brushed his curls out of his eyes, “We should start unpacking.” Kurt moaned in disagreement, “Nooooo. I just collapsed. I feel like I might die. Can’t we just lay here forever?”

Blaine chuckled and slowly got to his feet, pulling Kurt along with him, “Come on. Let’s unpack the bedroom and then we can collapse.” Kurt grunted and picked up a large box labeled “bedroom” and followed Blaine to their bedroom. They each plopped their boxes down on the bed that Finn had been so nice to assemble for them. Blaine passed Kurt a pocket knife and slid his own down the seam of the box, opening it and pulling out various pillows, sheets and things. Kurt unpacked his box full of their knick knacks (photos, decorative vases, all things Kurt) and slowly began to set them up on their dresser and bedside table. They pulled the fitted sheet on, and couldn’t be bothered to seek out the duvet, just slapping the flat sheet on and climbing in bed, shoving the boxes roughly to the floor.

Kurt curled into Blaine’s side and smiled, “You know what?” Blaine grinned, “What?” Kurt pressed a kiss to the nearest piece of Blaine, “We live together now.” Blaine laughed, “Haven’t we kind of been living together for a year now?” Kurt shook his head, “No, we had toothbrushes in each other’s apartment and several changes of clothes. No, this, this is living together.” Blaine kissed Kurt’s hair, “And how do you feel about that?” Kurt smiled into Blaine’s shirt, “Like we should be celebrating, but mostly I just wanna sleep here.” Blaine nodded, and started to stroke slowly up and down Kurt’s bicep, humming softly. Within minutes Kurt was snoring softly, Blaine beamed at the man snuggled in his arms, and let his head rest back on the pillows, closing his eyes, drifting off to Kurt’s heartbeat.
Some hours later (they had forgotten to plug in their alarm clock) Kurt woke up, still snuggled into Blaine’s chest, with an arm thrown over him for good measure. He laid very still, hardly daring to breathe, wanting to let Blaine sleep as long as possible. It wasn’t long though, when Blaine started stroking his hair, and Kurt looked up, “Hey handsome.” Blaine gave a crooked smile, “Mornin’ honey.” Kurt inhaled the deep scent of Blaine’s neck, where his head still rested, “Want me to make breakfast? I think I remember where I dumped the box of pans.” Blaine shook his head, but his stomach growled, “Can’t we just like order something? Surely McDonald’s will bring us a McMuffin.” Kurt snickered, “Doubt it. Come on, we can crack some eggs, toss some cheese, and put it in the microwave, it’ll be quick.”
Kurt started to move and Blaine cinched his arms tighter around Kurt, “Noo! Don’t leave me!” Kurt sighed and nestled back down against Blaine, “We can’t just lie here all day. We have to get up eventually.” Blaine rolled his eyes, “Says who?” Kurt walked his fingers across Blaine’s chest, “Um, your stomach. My stomach. Those boxes, our bosses--” Blaine put a hand over Kurt’s mouth, “Hush. I am trying to cuddle my boyfriend right now. You’re ruining it. You’re ruining my first blissful moment of cuddling with him in our bed, by talking about boring stuff.” Kurt rolled his eyes, which Blaine apparently took as an invitation to sing, “If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world, forget what we’re told before we get too old show me a garden that’s bursting into life. That. That is what you need to do. Just forget the world with me Kurt. Come on.” Kurt smiled and closed his eyes, “Okay, fine forgetting the world.” After a few minutes though, Blaine’s stomach rumbled again and Kurt chuckled, “Come on. Up, up. I’ll make us scrambled eggs and then we can stare mindlessly at the boxes, praying that they unpack themselves.”
With a groan, Blaine got up and followed Kurt into the kitchen. Kurt ducked into the refrigerator and came back out with eggs and a package of shredded cheddar, “Remind me that I owe Rachel big time.” Blaine just grunted, passing Kurt two bowls he had dug out of a box and watching Kurt nuke them in the microwave, smiling as Kurt handed him a bowl, magically turned into scrambled eggs. Blaine wolfs his down and Kurt laughs, “Hungry?” Blaine smiles bashfully, “A little.” After Blaine washed the dishes (and Kurt dried) they turned to stare at the mountain of boxes in their living room. Blaine sighed, Kurt said, “So I was thinking a shower sounds nice.” Blaine chuckled, “Definitely.”
They dropped their clothes as they went, climbing into the shower and laughing as the warm spray caught them in the face for a moment. Blaine smoothed Kurt’s bangs out of his eyes, and kissed him. Kurt wound his arms around Blaine’s neck, when he pulled back he said, “How long do you think we can get away with this procrastination thing?” Blaine grinned and nipped at Kurt’s nose playfully, “That depends, do you know where we put the lube?” Kurt smiled mischievously, “I have some in my pants pocket.” Blaine fakes scandalization, “Why Kurt, were you planning to take advantage of me?” Kurt laughed and tucked his chin into Blaine’s shoulder, “Definitely.” Blaine’s voice was a husky whisper, “Tell me about it.” A younger Kurt would have shuddered uncomfortably at that request, but Kurt just smiled, “Well first I was gonna take you over the kitchen table. Stretch you open wide, with as many of my fingers as you can take. And not fuck you until you begged for it,” Blaine gave a moan of approval, “Then I was gonna make you suck me off on top of all our boxes,” Kurt could feel himself getting a little hard as he talked, “And after that, I was going to take you in the bedroom and have you fuck me till I screamed, but I don’t know if I’ll make it to my jeans, let alone our bedroom.” Kurt turned his head and Blaine caught his mouth in a rough heated kiss.
“Screw the lube. I wanna take you now.” Kurt raised an eyebrow, “Really?” Blaine nodded turning off the shower, and opening the door, shivering as the air met his wet skin. When Kurt followed Blaine out, he noticed Blaine’s very hard cock, and he couldn’t help it. Kurt crushed his lips against Blaine’s, slipping his hand between them to wrap around Blaine’s dick, smiling as Blaine groaned into Kurt’s mouth. Kurt’s lips moved down Blaine’s neck and Blaine gasped, “Screw it. I wanna take you on the floor. Now.” Kurt raised an eyebrow, “Horny are we?” Blaine rolled his eyes, “Would you--oh fuck, Kurt, that’s---look at yourself---god Kurt. Stop---you’re fucking hard---Kurt! Jesus! I’m gonna come right here if you don’t stop--” Kurt let up a little on his stroking of Blaine’s cock, looking into those hazel eyes, “So you wanna fuck me? Right here?” Blaine nodded, and Kurt immediately started tugging him to the floor. Kurt swiped his thumb over the head of Blaine’s cock, gathering some precome and then reaching between his legs, gasping as his own fingers brushed his hole. Blaine pulled back to watch as Kurt slipped a pre-come slathered finger into his ass.
Blaine moaned watching Kurt stretch himself wide open, clasping his own fingers around his dick to replace Kurt’s. After adding a third finger, Kurt began to slowly reach for Blaine, “Fuck---Me---Now.” Blaine nodded, torn between watching and desperately wanting to fuck Kurt. He rolled forward on to his knees, lifting Kurt’s legs to hitch on his shoulders so that Kurt was spread wide. Kurt slipped out his fingers, and gasped at the emptiness, and then moaned incredibly loudly as Blaine pushed into him, no lube, no condom, no nothing. Blaine took it slow, filling Kurt inch by inch, and stopping when he was as deep as he could get. “How’s it?” Blaine was breathless, the feelings of rough and dry surrounding his cock and competing with want and need. Kurt’s eyes were rolled back in his head, “Hurts. But fuck---” Blaine chuckled lightly, “I know.” Kurt nodded, “Move. Just slowly.” Blaine nods, and slowly pulls his hips back, moaning at the dry heat surrounding his dick, he pulls out just to his head, and slowly thrusts back in. Kurt throws his head back in a moan, “God---Blaine---fuck. Again” Blaine nods, and adopts a slow rhythm, smiling when Kurt takes his cock in his hand.
Even though they’re drip drying steadily, the ease with which Blaine is able to move increases and Kurt begins to groan, “Faster--oh fuck yes---jesus Blaine!” Blaine smiles as he hits Kurt’s prostate and Kurt arches his back. Kurt clenches around Blaine and Blaine worries he’s gonna come right there. He picks up his thrust speed, and watched Kurt lose any rhythm at all as he jerks himself at all. With one especially hard thrust, at just the right angle to hit Kurt’s prostate, Blaine sees Kurt come undone. He repeats the motion just twice, and Kurt comes all over the two of them. Kurt’s hand falls from his dick, but Blaine quickly replaces it, working him through his orgasm, and smiling slightly as Kurt when completely slack. “S’ok if I keep going or do you want me to pull out,” Blaine asked gently. Through heavily lidded eyes Kurt moaned softly, “No, I want you to come inside me.”
Blaine slowly began picking up his thrusts, trying hard not to make Kurt uncomfortable. Kurt began to moan softly, and that turned Blaine on more than anything else. He closed his eyes and let Kurt’s soft noises envelope him, thrusting deeper than he should have, but too lost to care. With a loud shout, he came inside Kurt, his body wracked with aftershocks, and he squeaked slightly in discomfort when he finally pulled out. Blaine slumped down on the floor next to Kurt, throwing an arm around his waist and laying his head on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine, and Blaine mumbled, “We really need to unpack.” Kurt sighed, “If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?”