Kurt struggles to keep his balance as Blaine stumbles toward the car, his arm over Kurt's shoulder.

"Blaine, do you remember where you parked the car?" Kurt asks gently.

Blaine pulls his keys out and clicks the "unlock" button, causing the lights on his car to flash. He hurries forward.

"Oh no, you don't," Kurt grabs Blaine before he falls forward and snatches the keys out of his hand.

"I can drive," Blaine said, his voice cracking. He giggles to himself.

"Blaine, you had 2 vodka cranberries and 3 tequila shots, you can't drive."

"They were so delicious..." Blaine whispers.

"I know, I know," Kurt smiles.

Kurt leans Blaine against the trunk of the car as he opens the backseat. "So, you had fun tonight?" he asks Blaine.

"Yeah," Blaine giggles. "That new guy from Dalton was pretty cool."

Kurt frowns slightly. "I suppose."

"But you looked really good tonight," Blaine slurs. Kurt smiles at Blaine's attempt to soothe him as he pulls Blaine toward the opened door.

"In ya go-woah!" Just as he'd nudges Blaine into the backseat Blaine had pulls him in after him. Kurt sits up on his knees and smiles down at Blaine. "What're you doing, Blaine?" He asks playfully.

"Close the door," Blaine seems to sober up, his eyes fixed on Kurt's lips.

"Blaine-"

"Close the door."

Kurt turns and pulls the door shut, locking it. He had barely turned back to Blaine before Blaine was pulling Kurt back on top of him.

Blaine was leaning against the other door, pulling Kurt forward until he was lying on top of him. Their legs tangle and god Kurt looks beautiful. Blaine hooks his hand around Kurt's head and pulls him into a deep kiss, their tongues tangling.

Blaine sucks and pulls on Kurt's bottom lip, making him groan.

"You're so fucking hot," Blaine whispers against Kurt's cheek. Kurt sharply inhales at the feeling. Blaine pulls Kurt back in, catching his breath before he could exhale it.

Kurt breathes heavily into Blaine, his body still warm from Blaine's hot breath. He moves his hands from Blaine's shoulder to his hair, tangling them in his curls and pulling them.

Blaine whimpers as his hands crawl all over Kurt's body, memorizing every curve and crevice, feeling every bead of sweat on his porcelain-smooth skin. His hands made their way to Kurt's waistband and he yanks his shirt out from his skintight jeans.

Kurt suddenly thrust forward against Blaine. Blaine slid so that he was flat on the seat and began to grind himself against Kurt, tugging on his shirttails to make sure he was as close as he possibly could be.

Kurt unbuttons and throws open Blaine's shirt. He yanks off the bowtie and throws it toward the front seat. Pulling Blaine's shirt out from his jeans, he moves his mouth down to Blaine's surprisingly sculpted stomach and begins kissing down Blane's happy trail.

"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine growls.

Kurt licks his way back up to Blaine's bellybutton, then further up to his chest. He moves back to kiss Blaine, leaving one hand to tug at Blaine's nipples and scratch his chest. He can feel Blaine moaning into his mouth.

Blaine suddenly moves one hand to hold Kurt's perfectly rounded ass and, with one foot on the floor of the car, thrust upward more against Kurt.

Blaine moves his hands to Kurt's belt and undoes it, loosening the waistband. He whips the belt into the passenger seat and lets his hand dips below Kurt's inseam and ohmygod Kurt's ass is as smooth and tight as it looked in those jeans.

Kurt moans as Blaine's coarse fingers moves lightly over his ass. Pressing hand against skin, he pulls Kurt in against himself again. Kurt grinds into Blaine and felt himself harden against his thigh.

Blaine felt it too. After pushing one more kiss onto Kurt and pressing his hand into Kurt's ass he whispers, "Want me to take care of that for you?"

"God, yes," Kurt breathes. He can't believe he actually said it, but he literally can't handle this any more. He sits up, straddling Blaine.

Blaine lowers himself into the well of the car and moves his hands into Kurt's boxer-brief inseam and pulls it down.

Kurt holds himself up against the back of the front seat and shudders as he felt Blaine's hot breath somewhere it had never been.

Blaine wraps his fist around Kurt's dick and rubs his thumb on it's underside, his calloused finger rough against Kurt's smooth skin. Kurt gulps back as Blaine's thumb moves back and forth, back and forth.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Kurt breathes out, his head hanging below his arms.

Suddenly Blaine's hand is gone and Kurt's dick is halfway into Blaine mouth.

"Oh-h" Kurt throws his head back as Blaine's tongue swirls around his dick. Blaine's nails dig into Kurt's thighs and Kurt moans louder. He thrusts forward, deeper into Blaine mouth.

Blaine hums around his dick and ohmygod Kurt's never felt anything like this. Never thought something could feel like this.

One of Blaine's hands moves to cup Kurt's balls, massaging them as he hums around Kurt.

Okay, nothing has ever felt like this.

Kurt's surprised at how good Blaine is at this, considering how drunk he is. But he barely has time to think about it before Blaine's hand moves his hand from Kurt's balls to his dick. He caresses the underside of his dick with his coarse thumb again.

"I'm close, fuck I'm close," Kurt warns Blaine. He moves his hands onto Blaine's shoulders for support.

But Blaine doesn't move; instead he puts both hands around Kurt's hips and digs as Kurt comes fast and hard into Blaine's throat. His entire body shudders and Blaine moves his mouth away and swallows.

"Fuck," Kurt whispers.

Kurt bends his knees and rests his head against Blaine's. He feels the sweat in Blaine's curls sweep onto his forehead, but he doesn't care. Blaine turns his head up to face Kurt.

"I love you," Blaine stumbles over his words. He moves forward and kisses Kurt again. Kurt can taste himself faintly on Blaine's lips but he doesn't care.

"You're drunk, Blaine," Kurt breaths.

"I still love you," Blaine almost whimpers.

"That wasn't love, Blaine," Kurt whispers, his lips millimeters of Blaine's. "That was lust." He tangles his hands back in Blaine's hair and kisses him again. "And you won't remember it tomorrow." He smiles sadly down and Blaine's face.

"Believe me, I will," Blaine's puppy-eyes bore into Kurt's. Kurt can't help but kiss him deeply again, savoring the salty taste of Blaine's lips.

"I love you, too."