“Ugh, I hate the time between the actual audition and when they call you back, it’s so frustrating,” Kurt groaned, flopping down on his bed. He started to unlace his boots and Blaine sat on the floor looking up at him.

“I know, I’m all jittery,” he said, taking off his shoes as well.

“And the stupid part is, I know they’re not going to call for at least another hour, so I should at least start my homework or something, but I know I’m not going to be able to concentrate.”

“Yep, it sucks,” Blaine said absentmindedly. Kurt tugged off his sock and glanced at him in surprise, normally Blaine was pretty attentive in their conversations. Blaine looked up at him and then Kurt saw how lust-dark his eyes were. He looked at Blaine’s lap. Blaine was half-hard and they had done exactly nothing since they walked into this room.

“Kurt, I know I need a distraction. Do you?” Kurt swallowed, with difficulty. His throat had suddenly become very tight and he couldn’t take his eyes off of Blaine’s face.

“Blaine, my father is in this house. Like a floor up.”

“So? We shut the door,” Blaine half-whispered. He got up, shifting uncomfortably in his pink skinny jeans, and kissed Kurt deeply. Kurt whimpered into his mouth; suddenly he felt really dizzy, probably because of all the blood rushing south. Blaine leaned over Kurt and gently pushed him back into the bed, against the headboard. He pressed himself into Kurt and Kurt gasped because he felt the hardness between them and god was it heavenly. Blaine moved his mouth’s attentions to Kurt’s earlobe.

“Blaine – god – what even started this?”

"I can’t even look at you – ” he pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to Kurt’s neck, “my beautiful – ” another kiss, “sexy – ” another, “boyfriend – ” he stopped for a minute to suck at a bit of skin just above Kurt’s collarbone. Kurt writhed beneath him. “Without wanting to do this.” He kissed Kurt again, passionately, sliding his hand underneath Kurt to feel his ass and thighs. Kurt moaned.

But then Blaine pulled his hand back out to pull at the zipper of Kurt’s jeans, which were feeling tighter by the minute. Kurt broke away from the kiss, putting his hand on top of Blaine’s.

“Blaine – you don’t have to – ”

“Don’t worry, I know how to take care of you,” Blaine said with an evil smile. “Just enjoy.”

Smug little bastard. But Kurt leaned back anyway and let Blaine pull down his jeans, then his boxer-briefs. He trailed his tongue down Kurt once, making Kurt make the most fanfuckingtastic noise ever, then swallowed him whole. Kurt dug his fingers into his pillows and just moaned. Making Blaine move even faster up and down him and Kurt knew he wasn’t going to last much longer why the fuck was he a teenager with so little willpower? Anything that Blaine did just…ugh. He was getting closer and he tried to warn Blaine, but Blaine just took his words as more encouragement. His hips were trying to thrust into Blaine’s mouth and so Blaine dug his fingers into Kurt’s hipbone and that was when Kurt lost it. He came harder than he ever had before, shouting Blaine’s name, and Blaine swallowed every drop. It wasn’t long before Blaine came too, groaning into the crook of Kurt’s knee. The boys just lay there for awhile, panting, coming down, Blaine’s face resting on Kurt’s shin. Then Blaine’s cell phone vibrated. Kurt groaned and shut his eyes.

“H-hello?”

“Blaine?” Mr. Schue sounded concerned. “Blaine…are you all right?”

Blaine smiled, looking at Kurt looking beautiful in his post-orgasm haze. “Never better.”