Blaine Anderson was a nervous wreck. He looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting his tie for the fifth time.��A buzz came from his pocket and he pulled out his phone.

One New Message From: Kurt Hummel

On my way

Realizing he only had a few minutes left; he took a steadying breath and walked downstairs.��He kept his phone out and looked at the previous messages from Kurt. Specifically, the one he had sent earlier that week.

Hey, it's Kurt. I was wondering if you wanted to ride together to the wedding. I can pick you up, it's on my way.

Blaine remembered his heart pounding as soon as he read the message. In his haste the answer the text, he had misspelled "Sure!" twice. He put his phone back in his pocket and looked out the window, watching a Prius pull into the driveway.��Though the car was unfamiliar, the man in the driver's seat was not. Blaine took a deep breath before hurrying outside. When he got into the car, he couldn't help the butterflies that erupted in his stomach at the sight of Kurt. Though they had talked a few times in the weeks since Christmas, there was nothing better than Kurt Hummel in the flesh.

Kurt, who looked amazing in his suit-, was that really a bow tie? Kurt, who was looking at him with a glimmer in his eye and giving him�that�smile. God, Blaine had missed that smile.

"Hi," Blaine said breathlessly. Kurt, who had been looking Blaine up and down shamelessly, forces himself to make eye contact with Blaine.

"Hey," he replied. As soon as Kurt began backing out of the driveway, Blaine looked around the vehicle.

���"I like this car," he said. "But where is yours?"

"Oh, uh, this is actually Mercedes' rental car," Kurt told him. "She picked me up, but I dropped her off at the church before coming to get you."

Blaine felt his face heating up, but he tried not to read too much into that. "Thanks for coming to get me, by the way.

"No problem," Kurt said, glancing at him. "I like your suit."

"Thanks," Blaine replied, the compliment warming his heart.

Kurt kept his eyes on the road, giving Blaine the opportunity to stare at him unreservedly. And stare he did, drinking in the sight of Kurt's face. His cheeks- slightly pink. His eye lashes- long and perfect. And his lips- Oh, those lips! Nothing compared to them, not even Sam's.��Kurt's were better because Blaine knew them. He knew how soft they were, knew how sweet they tasted.

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Kurt's voice jolted Blaine out of his daydream. "You like what you see?"

Blaine blushed and forced his eyes away. He realized that the car wasn't moving; they had arrived at the church while he was staring at Kurt.

Fuck. There was no way he would be able to get out of the car right now. Not without everybody being able to see how aroused he was. He glanced at Kurt, who was smirking.

"I guess you do like what you see," Kurt teased, looking at Blaine's lap. Blaine followed his gaze and- holy shit. It was worse than he'd thought. His cock was fully erect, straining against his pants. Blaine was mortified.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry," he apologized. "It's just... I mean you look..."

It's ok, Blaine," Kurt interrupted. "I'm feeling the exact same way."

Blaine stopped babbling. "You do?"

Kurt nodded and looked down at his own lap, where his erection was also straining.

Kurt," Blaine breathed. "What are we doing?"

"Well, we both want each other and the wedding doesn't start for another hour. What do you think we're doing?"

Blaine's heart thudded in his chest. "You still want me?"

Kurt moved closer, never breaking eye contact.

"I'll always want you," he promised as their lips met.

Blaine closed his eyes and allowed himself to melt into Kurt's lips. They were so soft and he had missed this so much.

Kurt deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over Blaine's teeth. Blaine groaned in frustration as Kurt left his mouth, trailing a line of kisses from his neck to his ear.

"Let's move to the back," Kurt whispered breathily.

Blaine's brain short circuited. He nodded dumbly and allowed himself to be pulled into the backseat. He ended up on his back, looking up as Kurt straddled him and ground their cocks together. Yes, the backseat was a great idea.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the window. Kurt sat up and rolled it down. Blaine stayed put.

"Can I help you?" Kurt asked whoever had knocked. Blaine groaned internally when he heard Tina's voice.

"I was looking for Blaine. You know,�my date."

"He's busy," Kurt said harshly, rolling the window up. He giggled before capturing Blaine's lips again.

"Looks like you've got yourself a hag." Blaine's chuckle turned into a moan when Kurt ground his hips down. "Too bad you like cock."

"Oh, God, Kurt," Blaine groaned, grabbing Kurt's ass.

"Had I known I was going to get groped in the back of a Prius, I would have brought a change of clothes," Kurt smiled. "I'm going in there looking like Prom: The Morning After."

Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt again before he pulled back.

"What am I doing right now" he asked. "I mean I'm sort of dating someone in New York."

Blaine couldn't listen to that. "Um, you're not in New York and it's not exclusive. You in this fey boytie, it's- it's my Kryptonite."

Blaine pulled him down again, only to have him sit back up, looking panicked. "This doesn't mean that we're back together does it?"

"No, no, it's cool, I get it," Blaine babbled. "This is just bros helping bros."

He'd say anything to get those lips back on his.

"I love it when you talk fratty," Kurt told him before crashing their lips together. Blaine allowed his hands to roam as they rutted against each other. It seemed as though only seconds had passed when there was another knock on the window.

"Tell me that's not Tina again," Kurt demanded, frustrated.

The door opened and Mercedes was there, looking annoyed. She waited as the boys composed themselves and the trio walked in.

Throughout the wedding, the boys kept stealing glances at each other. Blaine couldn't keep the smile off his face.��Maybe later, Kurt would dance with him. They might even sing together. But for now, this was enough. For now, he was happy.���

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