"What are you doing, Mike?" Blaine's breath hitched as Mike pulled him close, their hips colliding beautifully. Everyone else had gone home and Blaine thought he was the only one left in the choir room when Mike approached him.
"Kiss me," Mike whispered, his lips a few millimeters from Blaine's, the proximity so tempting Blaine almost closed the distance between them. This little dance they'd been doing around each other for weeks now had come to its peak, as expected. It was dangerous, Blaine knew that from the very beginning, but he still went with it, unable to get off the crazy train that is Mike Chang.
"We shouldn't," Blaine breathed out, not moving an inch from the warmth procured by the other boy. Kurt seemed like such a distant thought at the moment, not strong enough to bother Blaine.
"We should," Mike replied, hands cupping Blaine's face and lips finally caressing his. Heart pounding furiously against his chest, Blaine lost himself in Mike and kissed back, winding his arms tightly around Mike's lean body.
Blaine let out a burst of laughter as they pulled away, his chest feeling so light he felt like kissing Mike again. Right now he didn't care about Kurt. He didn't care about Tina. Or anyone else, for that matter. All he cared about was Mike.