A/N: I looove sexual tension. I especially love Klaine sexual tension, so I thought I would write a series of one-shots centering around sexual tension involving our lovely Kurt and Blaine. They're probably going to vary A LOT in tone, theme, style, length, etc, and I have no idea how often I'll post them or how many there will be. Most will be AU I imagine, but some might be situations from the show that I want to write about. We'll see where things go. Rating will probably vary depending on how sexual the tension gets. I'll leave it at T for now, but I'll change it if I need to. I almost always write in first-person, so I'll try to vary up the POV between Kurt and Blaine... but I am a sucker for Blaine POV though, so keep that in mind.

As usual, reviews are awesome and keep me motivated.

The Argument

"YOU REALLY THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME, DON'T YOU?" I shouted at Blaine, my voice coming out screechy and hysterical, my face probably purpling in my fury.

"Oh get over yourself, Kurt. Everything isn't always about you!" Blaine spoke in a seething tone, his eyes narrowed in irritation.

Blaine and I rarely fought. In fact, we got along famously most of the time. When we did fight, however, things tended to get really ugly really fast. I don't know what it was, but for some reason there was this underlying tension between us that bubbled into hideous fury whenever we disagreed on something.

Today was one of those special days, apparently, one of those days when Blaine was grinding on my nerves just so and I wanted to reach over and strangle him. Blaine was a fantastic singer and a spectacular performer. There was no doubt about that. Usually I admired my friend with pride, but today it was pissing me off. He was just so damn smug about the whole thing. Oooh, it's not my fault I'm so damn perfect and everyone loves me and I get all the solos. You didn't want to be heard by any chance, did you? Stupid Blaine and his stupid talent.

"Really? Get over myself? You're one to talk, Mr. Self-Centered," I growled at him, taking a step across the room closer to him.

"Oh Kurt, your jealousy is showing," he responded with sing-songy sarcasm, taking an equal step towards me, matching my previous stride and bringing us only about a foot apart.

"You. Are. So. Fucking. Annoying." I spoke each word with deliberation and crawled towards him an inch at a time, getting closer and closer to him.

He stared at me in deafening silence, his eyelids narrowed into fiery slits, his mouth parted slightly in agitation, and his arms tensed heavily at his side. He looked so.. so... fucking hot.

Oh God, the way his muscles flexed, the way his breathing came out in angry gasps, the way his hazel eyes gleamed with annoyance. It was like someone had let the air out of the balloon that was my brain. I felt like putty all of a sudden, putty that was completely helpless to Blaine and his sudden, infinite sexiness. I was still furious, don't get me wrong, but I was furious and completely aroused. What a terrifying combination. I could feel myself reeling closer to a dangerous edge, a dangerous edge that led to a world of unknown.

"You want it? Take it. I dare you." His words were filled with heaviness and his face was only inches from my own at this point. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he was referring to the solo we had been fighting over, but those very dangerous words caused me to snap, and I shut him up in the swiftest way possible.

Without thinking, without contemplating in the slightest whether this was a terrible idea or not, I reacted purely on instinct, and plunged my mouth against his with tremendous force. The kiss was very sharp, very intense, and very brief, filled with an angry lust that I didn't know I possessed.

I lunged back, my breath already coming out completely erratically, and looked him square in the eye, my anger still reeling out of me in waves, waves that had suddenly mixed with a euphoric and erotic longing.

"Oh, I want it," I snarled at him, biting my bottom lip as I did so.

His face completely changed in a matter of seconds, as the anger in his face shifted instantly to an expression of near animalistic lust.

Before I knew what was happening, Blaine had slammed me back against a wall and was covering his mouth with my own, kissing me hungrily. His lips raced against mine, his tongue instantly plunging into my mouth and mapping it out with determined possession. I whimpered against him and began to fall apart, my arms instantly wrapping around his back, pulling him in closer to me. I was a puddle, a complete hot mess in his arms, every bit of anger dissipating with each movement of his mouth, each graze of his tongue.

As he moved down to my neck, a low uncontrollable moan escaped my lips, and I dug my nails into his back, shuddering beneath him.

"God, Blaine..." I moaned out, my body on fire against him.

He moved his lips up towards my ear, kissing a searing trail as he did so, before his lips met my ear.

"I know I'm good at this, Kurt, but that doesn't make me a deity," he whispered into my ear before pulling the lobe between his teeth and biting at it harshly.

I didn't know whether to be repulsed or completely turned on by his brash cockiness, but apparently my brain was settling for a mixture of both. In one swift motion, I pushed him away, grabbed onto his shirt, and shoved him hard against the wall I had just occupied, reversing our positions. I licked a single trail from his neck to his collar bone, where I bit at the skin harshly and began to suck on the delicate skin there. His eyes rolled back into his head slightly, and a violent moan escaped from his mouth.

"You were saying about a deity?" I spoke, looking up at him through my eyelashes with a smug grin before plunging my head back down to continue assaulting his neck.

"You win. Just keep doing that with your fucking mouth and you win. You can have-ugh-whatever you want. Take all the-oh god-solos that you want..." he trailed off, truly becoming an incoherent mess at this point.

I pulled my lips from his the instant the words left his mouth, and stepped a full foot back away from him, a huge and unabashedly cocky grin spreading across my face.

His eyes looked pleading, desperate, and I had to have one more piece of triumph from him. I knew it was mean, and I knew I was torturing him unnecessarily when I wanted the exact same things that he wanted at that moment, but I had to relish in this small victory. I had to take it.

I took a small step closer to him and licked my lips in a full circle, willing him to see the heated desire in my eyes. Boldly, I placed my palm against his deliciously bulging crotch, holding it there firmly, but not moving a centimeter.

"Yeah. I thought so." I said quietly before walking out of the room with a teasing wink, but not before watching his eyes bulge and his jaw fall open in absolute and utter bewilderment.

I'd say I won that round.