Old Habits Die Hard
Klaine
Kurt was sitting there, ready to go to prom. He wore a designer coat over a dark blue dress shirt. He thought his deep purple bowtie set it all off nicely. Now, all that was left was to pick up his date.
Blaine.
Kurt panicked for a moment, thinking about Blaine. Would he look inadequate next to him? Would his hair be straight enough?
This night is going to be perfect, he thought to himself. He steeled himself for the night, inhaling deeply. He turned- not before a quick last minute check up on moisturizer- and walked downstairs, a spring in his step.
"Finn Hudson, get your ass down here! I am NOT going to be late to prom!"
He knocked on the door to the mansion-like Anderson residence. He held his boutonnière for Blaine behind his back. He had gone with a traditional white rose, surrounded by few small buds of baby's breath.
Blaine's mother answered the door, with a genuinely warm smile on her face.
"My dear, Kurt, you look absolutely dashing," she squealed in excitement. "Blaine's upstairs, he's fixing his hair." Of course, Kurt said to himself. Gaga only knows what he's doing with his curls. "I best go help him with his hair, then." he said to Mrs. Anderson, with a quick nod. He sprinted upstairs, and spotted one open door. He dashed in, praying to Gaga for the best.
Ohmygod.
As it so happened, Blaine was sitting in front of his mirror, trying to gel his hair dow-
"Blaine ANDERSON. WHAT. ARE. YOU. WEARING?"
Blaine turned, looking slightly shocked, but mostly apologetic. "I thought... I might wear... my Dalton uniform..." Kurt was furious. He had spent hours on his outfit. He was not going to let Blaine get away with this.
"Take it off. Now."Kurt was composing himself.
"But I like it," Blaine whined. "It's comfortable, and dapper!" Kurt had had enough. He strode over to Blaine, and pulled the jacket off his boyfriend's chest. Blaine turned a deep shade of red as Kurt struggled to undo Blaine's button-up shirt. "Kurt..." Blaine was getting really turned on. Kurt was in too much of a fury to notice it yet.
By now Kurt had successfully removed all of the clothing on Blaine's upper body, leaving his muscular, and slightly hairy chest bare, except for the tie - which was in poor taste, Kurt decided.
Now Kurt noticed. "Hmmm...?" he groaned, now trying to get Blaine's belt off, but not so Blaine could change.
In a couple of minutes, Blaine was in only his boxers, and they were kissing passionately on the bed. Blaine hugged the other boy tighter, sweeping his tongue around the top of Kurt's mouth. Kurt had all but forgotten about the fashion fiasco in the first place, his hand reaching around to grab Blaine's ass. Kurt broke away, taking a breath, and Blaine continued to lick his way down Kurt's neck.
"Do we have to go to prom?" Blaine whispered into Kurt's collarbone. But Kurt stepped back, and said breathlessly, "Yes, we do. Get some clothes on. Not your Dalton clothes. Let's go see what else you have in your closet." Kurt added.
Blaine looked bewildered. "But..." he looked down wordlessly at his boxers. "Oh," Kurt muttered. He jumped on the bed, straddling Blaine. "We can be a few minutes late."
