Blaine was aware that Kurt was talking, very aware in fact, only, he can't stop watching his lips form shapes to actually listen to what he's saying. Occasionally he hears the odd word or catches the end of a sentence but he just can't focus on anything.
He knows it's terrible and he can hear his mothers words echo round his head 'A gentleman always listens' and he's trying, he really is, but Kurt's mouth just looks so amazing that he can't stop staring.
Kurts pretty aware that Blaine isn't listening too, and if his stomach wasn't twirling at the thought that Blaine was looking at his lips he'd be pretty pissed, but he's just too sickly happy to be mad.
"Blaine, are you even listening to me?"
"Hm?"
"Are you listening to me? About Finn and Rachel?"
"hmmm" Blaine tares his eyes away from Kurt's lips for a second and then says
"Sorry." he means it too, he really does...but his eyes still stray back down to Kurt's lips
But Kurt can't be bothered with words, and slow glances anymore.
"C'mere" Kurt pulls Blaine towards him by his belt loops and touches his lips against Blaine's. Both boys sigh gently, satisfying their need of each others lips. Blaine's hand traces up Kurt's sides to his waist, his kiss increasing in passion.
"I'm sorry I wasn't listening" he mutters against Kur'ts mouth before moving his lips down to Kurt's neck and in-between kisses finishing his sentence with "but you just look so God damn hot" on the last word he nips down on Kurt's neck and Kurt gasps.
Everything is blurred a big mass of hot, kissable flesh, their bodies press closely together, so close but never close enough. Thoughts can't form Blaine's mind, they simply flash past in blurs and Blaine doesn't mind, he doesn't need to think, all he needs is the feel of Kurt against him. Kissing him, touching him, loving him.