L'esprit d'escalier-A witty remark that occurs to you too late, literally on the way down the stairs. "An untranslatable phrase, the meaning of which is that one only thinks on one's way downstairs of the smart retort one might have made in the drawing room." Oxford Dictionary of Quotations
Kurt plunged in and Blaine felt the now almost usual stir of emotions in his chest along with the familiar flutter of thousands of butterflies. The taller of the two grabbed his jacket, tugging Blaine upwards to meet hungry, quick kisses. Like it happened so often at this point, Blaine's knees buckled, lacking any sort of support and he had to lean into Kurt, who did not seem to mind. He dazedly kissed back, but mostly left Kurt to lead; he was best at that, leading and taking the first step.
And then Kurt pressed him against the wall of the house, pushing a wicked leg between his thighs and smirking against Blaine's compliant mouth. God, when had his little baby penguin learned to do that?
He shuddered, putting his hands on Kurt's sides and and sliding over everything he could: waist, hips, his back and all over again, in a frantic rhythm. Nothing was enough right now, and Blaine wondered what had gotten over Kurt, kissing him like that in front of his own house, where they could be easily be seen by Finn, Carole or worse, Burt.
Kurt licked his Adam apple, which resulted in Blaine momentarily losing his ability to speak, which was fine since he did not need eloquence that very moment anyway. His boyfriend crawled upards again and spend a great deal of time mending Blaine's swollen lips with soft, considerably chaste kisses, and then stop abruptly. Blaine opened his eyes in a haze. He had not realized he had closed them. He shot a confused look at Kurt, but understood the reason behind the forced stop as he took in a dark shadow cut out against the curtains in the living room window. Right. Kurt home by ten o'clock. Right.
The taller of the two teens bit his lip, looking a bit embarrassed.
"That…was hot" he said, quite brilliantly, not daring to look again at the living room's direction.
Kurt stifled a laugh, and when he spoke, his voice was low and seductive.
"I know I am." Then he gave Blaine a quick kiss on the lips, opened the door, made himself presentable and entered the door, waving him goodbye.
Blaine gaped at the door in silent awe for a few moments. When his ragged breathing had somehow subsidized, he finally registered what his boyfriend had said and that he himself had not been particularly witty in his response. If he thought harder about it, he really had not replied at all, hadn't he? Well, that was unacceptable. Clicking his tongue, Blaine went around the house, careful not to step on any bush or trample over Carole's flowers. He stopped just under Kurt's bedroom window.
Picking the smallest stone he could find- a bit of gravel, really-, he threw it against the window, now suddenly fearing Burt would hear the tap on the glass. A few moments after, the window opened and Kurt's surprised face appeared.
"Blaine?" he stage-whispered "What's wrong?"
Blaine grinned and replied in the same volume. "Remember when you said you were hot?"
Kurt made a face. "Of course I do. It was five minutes ago!"
"Well…" he said, giving a little spin "It takes two to tango, darling!"
The boy above him rolled his eyes and laughed "Oh my god, you're such a dork!"
Blaine blew him a kiss, feeling high-spirited and light-headed and indeed like a dork, but in a perfectly good way. "I love you!" he shouted, making Kurt topple over the window sill laughing. "Oh god, did you drink beer or something in the restaurant when I wasn't looking?"
"No, but I am drunk in love!" Blaine exclaimed, and maybe he was a little bit drunk, because he knew he was not making sense at all, just like the last time.
All, of a sudden, a flash of light hit his face and Blaine was forced to look at the bottom floor's window. He gulped.
"G-Good evening, !" Just how many indiscrete windows did this house have?
"Kurt, bed." Burt said, with a very amused tone. The boy above complied, red in the face even as he said his final goodbyes and closed the window.
Blaine looked at Burt. He was suddenly aware that the man had heard every single one of his loving ramblings. "Hum…"
"Goodnight, Blaine."
"Goodnight, ." he said, both relieved and embarrassed. His phone buzzed in his pocket, the only sound at that late in the night. With a smile, Blaine opened it to find a text from Kurt:
I love you too.