I do not own Glee. If I did, it wouldn't be as good and would have way more Chris Colfer.
Kurt pushed Blaine against the wall of his dorm room with more force than strictly necessary, sliding his hand up his boyfriend's shirt as he tried against all probability to get closer to him. He smiled into the kiss as Blaine gasped as Kurt grinded against him. Suddenly, Blaine's hands were all over his waist and Kurt was gasping for air while trying to keep his lips on Blaine's. Blaine's hand slipped down to his butt, and Kurt groaned into Blaine's mouth.
"Bed," he gasped, grabbing his boyfriend's hand and pulling him none to gently over to the shorter boy's four-poster. Both boys fell onto the bed in a jumble of limbs. Blaine smiled down at the countertenor, and Kurt knew he could never love anyone more than he loved this hazel-eyed fiend above him. He leaned up to capture the lips he knew so well, sinking his fingers into his boyfriend's hair. Gentle kisses quickly turned into frantic ones, and Kurt moved his hands down to loosen the Dalton tie around Blaine's neck. The two were quite practiced at removing the uniforms by now, and it wasn't long before every inch of their skin was pressed together with unparalleled insistence. Both boys were breathing hard as Kurt kissed Blaine along his jawline. Suddenly, Blaine caught Kurt's tongue with his own as he reached down to probe Kurt's opening. Kurt saw stars as he thrust his head back. Blaine was humming deliciously along a particularly sensitive spot on his neck… Wait… Was that?...
"…put your hands on me," came the mumbled strains of melody from his boyfriends lips. Kurt stilled.
"Um, Blaine?"
"Yes?" came the murmur from behind the countertenor's ear.
"Were you just… singing Katy Perry? With your finger in my ass?"
"Um…"
"Yeah… No. This is not happening." Kurt wiggled out from under his boyfriend and found his Marc Jacobs boxers on the floor. He had his uniform pants on before Blaine, dumbstruck, finally jumped out of bed and made his way over to the countertenor.
"Hey, hey! Katy Perry is a revolutionary!" Blaine exclaimed as Kurt began to button up his shirt.
Kurt gave his boyfriend his best bitch glare as he strutted over to Blaine's door.
"Call me when you have better taste in musicians," Kurt shot over his shoulder as the door slammed shut behind him.
