The room was lit only with the dim light from the lamp that stood on the night stand. Beside it sat an empty bottle of lube and a condom wrapper.
Kurt's naked body covered Blaine's on the bed.
Blaine looked up at Kurt, whose attention was focused on his cock as he slowly pushed his way inside of the smaller boy. They breathed heavily together.
"Kurt…" he whispered softly, hopelessly struggling to find Kurt's eyes gazing into his. They weren't.
Kurt moved to thrust into Blaine. He yelped as the feeling of both pleasure and pain rushed over him. The slender boy rammed into him again, and hit his prostate with great force.
Blaine threw his head back and let a silent tear stray from the corner of his eye. He was close to coming already.
Kurt leaned close to his boyfriend's ear as he continued thrusting into the tight hole.
"Come for me, Blaine," he growled as he grabbed the boy's throbbing member and began stroking it.
"Kurt!" he shouted as he came, hard and fast, all over Kurt's hand and stomach.
Kurt clutched onto the head board and came. His grip tightened as he gasped, fluttering his eyes shut.
Blaine stared at him without a word as the younger boy sat up afterwards and pulled himself out. He slipped off the condom and tied it before tossing it in the trash.
"Hey, um… Do you maybe want to cuddle up and watch a movie tonight? We haven't done that in a while." Blaine suggested with a smile.
Kurt walked to the bathroom and checked himself out in the mirror. He turned around and grabbed his robe off of the hook on the door and put it on.
He looked up and remembered Blaine had asked him a question.
"What?"
"I said…" he let out a deep sigh, "Do you want to cuddle up and watch a movie?"
Kurt dropped his head and began washing his hands.
"No, I'm good."
Blaine frowned dejectedly.
"Then, what do you want to do tonight?"
Kurt let out a long, annoyed breathe.
"I don't know, Blaine."
He turned and walked to the couch near the coffee table. He picked up the fashion magazine that rested on the cushion and began flipping through the pages. Blaine stood and sat next to him.
"Kurt?" the curly haired boy began nervously.
"What?" he replied bitterly, not looking up from the page.
"What happened to us?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. It's just… I feel as if our love is just completely gone."
Kurt looked at him for what seemed like the first time that night.
"What are you talking about? We just had sex. Of course, I love you."
"You love me or my body?"
Kurt's jaw dropped instantly.
"Excuse me?"
Blaine stood up in front of him. He was still naked.
"Kurt, when you look at me, what do you really want? My heart or my body?"
Kurt's eyes traced the boy's small frame. He licked his lips. Blaine noticed the hesitation. His heart sank.
He moved to grab his clothes off of the ground and put them on with haste. Tears stung his eyes.
He strode towards the door and opened it.
"Blaine! Wait, Blaine! Stop! I'm sorry!" Kurt called back, following him to the door. He grabbed at Blaine's shoulders and turned him around, "Listen to me. I want you, Blaine."
Blaine shook his head. Silent tears streaming down his cheeks.
"No, Kurt. I can see it in your eyes. You're only saying that."
Kurt moved in to try and hug him.
"No, I'm no—"
Blaine pushed him away.
"Don't lie to me. Don't."
Kurt didn't say a word.
"Now, tell me… do you truly feel the same kind of love for me now than the love for me when we first got together?"
He didn't reply.
"…I thought so." Blaine whispered before walking away, slamming the door in Kurt's face.
He squeezed back more tears as he walked out of the front door and to his car.