This was a bad idea. Blaine knew it was a bad idea the moment the door to Kurt’s bedroom clicked shut behind them. Studying was always hard for them to do together, even when it was just friendship that they shared. They’d get sidetracked with discussions of musical theater, Warbler song choices, or what Mercedes had told Kurt about New Directions drama. But now it was impossible. Now that they could touch. Now that kissing was something that was allowed and done freely. And the choice to study in Kurt’s room, when the house was empty and Kurt was wearing those skinny jeans, was a bad idea.

But Blaine agreed to it anyway, because Kurt is hard to say no to. And his intentions were good. Kurt genuinely wanted to help Blaine with his French. He had no evil plan to lure Blaine into his room and then take advantage of him, so Blaine had agreed. And for about an hour it seemed like they were going to accomplish what they had set out to do. They had a relatively big gap between them on Kurt’s bed, and that gap was filled with textbooks and notes. But then Blaine had to go and ask how to pronounce a word, and Kurt had to crawl forward on his hands and knees and lean over to read it. He read the word aloud and looked up, smiling at Blaine’s attempt at saying it back. “You really are hopeless.”

“Well, thanks.” Blaine responded dryly, his forehead crinkling in worry.

Kurt let out a soft chuckle and leaned forward. “You’ll be fine.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s crinkled brow.

That’s all it had taken. Just an innocent kiss of reassurance, a sweet gesture to calm a worried boyfriend. But as Kurt pulled back and his eyes met Blaine’s, the innocence of the action had vanished. Because Blaine had that look, that ‘I adore you’ look, and Kurt could never resist that look. Mainly because he still was in disbelief that he was the one on the receiving end. So he leaned in again, and kissed his lips softly against his boyfriends. What was the harm of one kiss?

Let’s be honest though, they’d never been able to go with just one kiss. That’s why they never kissed in public. Not out of embarrassment, or to shield others from the discomfort. No, it was because one was never enough. So their lips only parted momentarily before Kurt was crawling over the textbooks and notes, licking softly into Blaine’s mouth when it opened to let out a moan.

Kurt continued his movement forward, using the traction to force Blaine on his back and straddle his waist. Blaine’s hands locked behind Kurt’s neck, his resolve fading with every soft sigh Kurt made. He knew they should stop; he was going to stop them. But Kurt tasted so good, and that thing he’s doing with his tongue was unbelievable, and the feel of Kurt’s fingers in his hair always drove him crazy and the odds were stacked against him. So, he rolled his hips up and Kurt gasped softly.

It was the actual skin on skin contact that snapped Blaine into awareness. It was the way Kurt untangled his hands from Blaine’s hair and ran them down his chest, reaching between there bodies and sliding his fingers coyly under the him of Blaine’s shirt. The feel of Kurt’s fingers across his stomach caused him to growl, letting go of Kurt’s neck and rolling them over. He pulled his lips from Kurt’s, wincing a little at the whimper of disappointment that came out of his boyfriend. “We should stop,” he panted softly.

A look of horror spread across Kurt’s face, mixed with embarrassment and a hint of arousal left over from what they had just been doing. “Oh,” he breathed. He propped himself up on his elbows and blinked. “I’m, uh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying…”

“Kurt,” Blaine said softly, chuckling. “Kurt we have to stop now or I won’t be able to stop later.”

The embarrassment left Kurt’s face, and he tilted his head. “What if I don’t want you to stop?”

Shaking his head, Blaine pushed a stray hair off of Kurt’s forehead. “This isn’t how I want this to play out. I want us to take our time. I want it to be special. Not hurried. And not on my French notes.”

Kurt nodded his understanding, smiling weakly. Blaine leaned forward and kissed him softly on his nose. “Okay, let’s go over the chapter one more time.” He began to pull himself off of Kurt and then stopped, gesturing to the front of Kurt’s room with his head. “But first, let’s open that door.”