"Just one more quick stop," said Mercedes from the driver's seat. Blaine adjusted his tie and flipped down the mirror in the sun visor. He pressed his fingers on his smooth hair, and, satisfied with his look for the wedding, pushed up the visor. Suddenly the route they were driving looked awfully familiar.
"I just have to pick up Kurt. "
Blaine froze. Of course Mercedes was bringing Kurt to the wedding. Why wasn't that obvious before? A prickle of sweat began under his arms. Was this all part of her master plan? What if it was all part of his master plan? He stopped the hope rising in his chest. No, Kurt would never ask anyone for this, even Mercedes. Anyway, they had broken up almost four months ago. And now they had gone back to speaking on the phone almost every week, and they were friends. Just friends, and that was okay. It had to be okay.
They pulled up to the driveway of the Hummel-Hudson home. The door opened and Mercedes ran out, blocking Blaine's view. She grabbed Kurt's hands and pulled back before going in for a light hug, careful not to disturb her white faux-fur coverup. She took his hand and turned, and Blaine saw him: he wore a slender tuxedo, unbuttoned and with a black bowtie tied neatly around his neck. It was not unlike the bowtie he had worn their first prom together, when Kurt decided to make the best of the situation and they had danced close under the gym lights as if no one was watching, until midnight, when they talked about everything and nothing, hands clasped tight together, for almost an hour inside the moonlit car.
Except Kurt was less tentative now, taller and more mature and angled, not to mention Blaine knew him now, and that bowtie on the neat tuxedo just brought out all the lines and angles he loved. He gulped and looked away at the hint of warm pressure beginning in his groin. He would not let this happen. With a deep breath, he looked back, and now Kurt was staring at him from outside the car, mouth agape, for an instant before breaking into a broad smile and opening the back passenger door.
"Blaine! It's so great to see you!" Mercedes glanced between them, a smirk pushing at the corners of her mouth.
"It's really great to see you too, Kurt. How have you been?"
The three chatted for the duration of the car drive about McKinley and New York and wedding predictions. They arrived at the church, parking off to one side of the filling parking lot, and the three got out of the car. Mercedes spotted Rachel and ran off to say hello, leaving the boys standing outside their open doors.
"You look really… great," Blaine said softly, and he felt his chest melting when Kurt smiled.
"So do you! So classic." Kurt paused before reaching to gently straighten Blaine's tie. His fingers lingered on the tie and he looked down into Blaine's eyes for a moment. They inhaled each other's presence for the first time in months. Blaine averted his eyes bashfully.
"Blaine! Kurt!" The footsteps approached quickly, and Tina spun Blaine around for a tight – almost too-tight – hug. "Looking good! And Kurt! How are you!?" She pushed him back into a hug, standing between the two boys.
"I love your dress!" Kurt complimented her, and she mock-curtsied her thanks. She chattered about the wedding for a minute before Mercedes called from across the aisle.
"Come on, Tina! Santana and Rachel are here!" Tina took a long look at Blaine, then Kurt, before saying "see you inside!" and taking off to see her friends; Kurt and Blaine watched the four girls walk toward the church and disappear inside.
Blaine turned back to Kurt, scratching his neck. Both laughed nervously. "I guess we should get going, too." He closed his door before remembering. "Let me get my camera in the back." Blaine waited a moment, but Kurt didn't move from beside the open back door. Blaine slid between him and the car, leaning forward to reach the camera, when he felt something touching his ass. Kurt definitely wasn't that close before. Blaine stood and turned to find Kurt stepping back again, seemingly innocent but with a slight gleam in his eye. With Kurt touching him like that, Blaine's façade just crumbled. Between Kurt's dilated green-gray eyes, his pink lips, slender fingers, perfect hair, and that damn bowtie… Suddenly hands materialized on his shoulders and pushed him gently back against the side of the car. Kurt paused from above him, but Blaine couldn't take it, and leaned forward to kiss him hard on those perfectly hard and soft lips. Kurt kissed him back, before breathing sharply and pushing Blaine into the back seat of the car, straddling him on the seat, closing the door and swooping down to kiss him again in one smooth motion. Blaine's tongue ventured into Kurt's mouth and Kurt moaned. So hot. Blaine was sure Kurt could feel his hard-on through their clothes, and when Kurt shifted above him, Blaine could feel his, too, against the top of his thigh. Blaine's left hand ran down Kurt's side, stomach, groin. Kurt groaned and thrust forward, hip rubbing against Blaine's hard cock in the process, and Blaine's hand stroked him through his trousers in time.
Kurt sat up with a start. "Had I known I was going to be groped in the back of the Prius, I would have brought a change of clothes. I'm gonna go in their looking like prom: the morning after." Blaine gladly accepted another deep kiss, and the thrusting continued.
"What am I doing? I'm sort of dating someone in New York…" Blaine sat up and silenced him, too fixated to let this end.
"You're not in New York, and it's not exclusive, right?" He reached for Kurt's neck and touched it lustily. "You in this fey bowtie… it's my Kryptonite." They kissed again, hungrily, and Kurt started to undo Blaine's tie.
He lifted himself again. "Wait, this doesn't mean we're back together, right?"
"No, no, it's… it's cool. I know, I know, it's…" Blaine stuttered, trying to placate him, desperate to get back to their previous activity. "This is just bros helping bros." Kurt accepted the reasoning and kissed him again, harder than before. "I love it when you talk fratty to me" he quipped between kisses. They moaned and pressed their bodies against each other again. Blaine shoved up Kurt's shirt, feeling his warm back, before moving one hand around and beginning to unzip Kurt's trousers.
A sharp tapping on the window broke them up again. Neither could take another distraction. "Tell me that's not Tina again!" Kurt hissed. Blaine opened his eyes and saw Mercedes upside-down through the window.
Fuck.
"Can you two wrap it up? The wedding's about to start, and I need my arm gays." Kurt slid off of him, and he scampered out of the car, turning to hide his reddening face and holding his jacket to cover his bigger problem. He saw Kurt doing the same and looking just as exasperated as he felt. How could he control himself now? Okay, focus. Think about… Hitler. Grandma and Grandpa. Finn and Rachel. By the time they got into the church, saying their hellos to all their friends, the arousal had waned to mostly under control. Luckily, Tina insisted on sitting between them, which ensured it would stay that way.