Blaine shoved Kurt almost violently up against his bedroom door as soon as it had been closed. He pressed hard, wet kisses up Kurt's perfectly smooth neck.
Kurt could do nothing but whine and mutter something illegible as his head thudded against the door frame.
"Are you sure no one's home?" Blaine whispered in the hoarse voice he adapted whenever they made out. It was definitely on the extensive list of things about Blaine that turned Kurt on.
"Yes. Positive. J-just…go back to…tha-what you were doing. Please."
Blaine had that dark teasing look in his eyes, looking up at Kurt through his thick lashes.
That's what flipped the switch. Kurt grabbed Blaine by his tie and practically dragged him to his bed, shoving him down and straddling Blaine.
This, of course happened in a heart beat, and had Blaine's chest heaving up and down and panting.
Kurt grabbed Blaine's dark curls (thankfully free of gel) and tugged, just enough to hurt, but mix pain with pleasure in the best possible way. He was kissing Blaine harder then he ever had before, with Blaine's tongue still fighting for dominance.
"I want you so bad." Kurt muttered under his breath, between kisses.
Suddenly, Blaine's eyes went wide and it suddenly dawned on Kurt just exactly what he had said. They had never gone farther then intense grinding sessions, quick hands jobs, and one hurried blow job in the back of Kurt's Navigator.
Kurt scooted away as fast as he could, his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide, and repeatedly saying sorry.
Blaine just stared, eyes blown with lust and hunger, but Kurt took it as stunned and uncomfortable.
"Are you serious? D-did you actually mean that?" Blaine asked, struggling to even form words at this point.
Kurt glanced around clearly not wanting to answer the question. But they agreed a long time ago that this relationship was worth more than keeping secrets from one another.
"Yes…actually. Sorry. You're probably disgusted by me right now."
Blaine simply stared some more and shook his the tiniest bit, before launching himself onto Kurt. pinning his wrists to the bed, taking in Kurt's flustered look.
"Don't you dare think I don't feel the same way."