"It was fun…" Blaine agreed, he agreed wholeheartedly, but it was so much more than fun. He knew Kurt; in ways no one else had ever known him, as friend and lover alike. Kurt was not one to have casual sex. He wasn't, which was what cemented Blaine's belief that that it wasn't casual sex. It was lovemaking.
Round three happened later that evening, after the wedding was over, a slightly tipsy Kurt waving the ID he still had from going to Scandals last year, falling into bed with a sober but still as enthusiastic Blaine. It was different this time; slower, sweeter, with more kisses and less words as they fell into a familiar rhythm. Giggles against swollen lips, and light grips on undulating hips, the two became one, as if they'd never been apart.
Rarely did the opportunity arise that Blaine and Kurt got to spend the night together, and now was as cherished a moment as any other, the last haze of intoxication melting into sleep for Kurt, as he spooned Blaine, tucking him in close to his body, keeping him safe and warm.
Upon waking, Blaine noticed an absence creating a hollow in his chest. Turning over to face the other side of the bed, he registered rumpled covers, only a single suit hanging over the back of the chair, and no Kurt. Only a note scribbled on a napkin.
Thanks for last night. It was fun. -K