Kurt stretched again, trying to alleviate the spiky feeling of adrenaline that kept flooding him every few minutes. At least he knew he wasn't the only one feeling like a team of dancing girls had taken up practicing in his stomach. Blaine hadn't said a word on the ride to his house, but he fumbled with the key on the way in, dropping it once and putting it into the wrong lock. He forgot to turn off the lights in his car, and dashed out the minute they were inside to turn them off. Kurt stood in the hallway, his mind already racing. This was too fast. This was too slow. He should have just thrown Blaine into the back seat as soon as they were parked and gotten it over with. No, he should go make a cake. Something domestic. Could he rock pearls? If this were a black and white movie Blaine would just have escorted Kurt suavely up the stairs. He would have bent him over the threshold and the screen would have gone blurry in the middle of the passionate kiss. The next thing they knew, there would be curtains fluttering in the morning breeze, and the deed would have been done. No worries. No screw ups, no—
Kurt heard Blaine opening the door behind him. He hurriedly pulled off his scarf, tried to make it look like he hadn't been standing in the foyer for a minute and a half having a panic attack. Blaine entered, muttering "Sorry, I just didn't want to kill the battery…" he trailed off, smiling nervously. Kurt met his eyes for a brief moment, and felt his heart start pounding again. He dropped his eyes again, and found that he was attempting to unbutton his coat from the middle up. Blaine laughed a little. "Let me help with that—" He reached across and started unbuttoning where Kurt's fumbling hands had left off.
It was the sort of thing he did all the time for Kurt. Blaine determinately avoided his gaze, but his hands slowed at the top button. He hesitated for a moment, then put his hand against Kurt's neck. His knuckle slowly rubbed his collarbone, just under the fabric. Kurt felt a little of the breath he had been holding since he had asked Blaine to take him here shudder out of him. His own hand found Blaine's, and they stood there like that for a moment, hand over hand. Blaine looked up at Kurt, his normal teasing smile absent. He held his gaze as he leaned forward. Kurt felt Blaine's hand on his waist, familiar and warm. He leaned into the embrace, and felt Blaine's lips on his neck. He counted the kisses…two, three…and Blaine whispered "I'm so happy you're here tonight."
Kurt pulled back just enough to kiss him on the mouth, his own hands pulling Blaine tightly to him.
"Do you want to..?" Blaine said softly when they pulled a bit apart.
"Yes."
Kurt grabbed his hands and pulled him up the stairs.