[This scene does contain some brief mentions of sex, but no graphic descriptions.]
When he finally felt like he had regained a little bit of control over his body, Blaine shifted slightly so his full body weight wasn't resting on Kurt. He curled up against Kurt's side but kept his head on Kurt's chest, listening to the sound of Kurt's heartbeat slowly returning to its normal pace. Blaine turned his head to plant a soft, sweet kiss on the smooth, silky skin beneath his cheek. The fingers of Kurt's left hand were playing with his sweat-loosened curls, while his right hand traced random patterns along the arm Blaine had sprawled across Kurt's chest.
Blaine wasn't sure how long they stayed cuddled up like that, trading soft kisses and gentle caresses, but eventually Kurt murmured, "We should probably clean up."
"Mm," Blaine agreed, reluctant to actually get up but knowing they should. He pressed one final kiss against Kurt's chest before rolling into a sitting position. Beside him, Kurt sat up and stretched his arms above his head, and Blaine shamelessly admired his body.
"Stop it," Kurt commanded sternly.
Blaine's eyes shot guiltily to Kurt's face. He opened his mouth to apologize for whatever he had done wrong to offend Kurt, but stopped when he saw the way Kurt's mouth was twitching with a suppressed smile.
"Keep looking at me like that and we'll never get out of bed, and I think I will actually die if we go for round two right away," Kurt said as he stood and began walking toward the bedroom door.
Since Kurt's back was turned, Blaine didn't bother to keep the cocky, satisfied smile off his face. He climbed off the bed and followed Kurt to the door. Kurt pulled the door open slightly and stuck his head into the hallway. "Rachel?" he called.
"I thought you said she was out for the night," Blaine said in confusion.
"She said she would be, but you can never be too careful. We've had a few miscommunications in our years as roommates that have led to some embarrassing situations." Since there was no response, Kurt pulled the door further open and crossed the hall to the bathroom.
"Embarrassing situations?" Blaine repeated as he disposed of the condom.
"Let's just say I've learned to shut the door tightly when masturbating, regardless of whether I'm alone."
Though he'd just had incredible sex and a mind-blowing orgasm, Blaine's dick gave a little twitch at the image of Kurt touching himself, his long fingers stroking…
He startled when something cold and wet touched his hand. Looking down, he saw a washcloth. Kurt had a matching one and was cleaning off his abdomen. Blaine wiped at a few spots on his stomach. After washing his hands thoroughly, he followed Kurt back across the hall to the bedroom.
Kurt rummaged in the bottom drawer of his dresser and pulled out a pair of loose cotton pants. He held them up to Blaine questioningly, and Blaine nodded. Kurt tossed them across the room, then grabbed a pair for himself. The pants were a little long on Blaine, so he bent down and rolled up the bottoms. While Blaine did that, Kurt pulled on a soft, well-worn T-shirt. He held up another for Blaine, who shrugged, so Kurt put it back in the drawer.
In unspoken agreement, they walked hand-in-hand back to the living room. Kurt released his hand and walked over to a small shelf filled with DVDs and held one up. Blaine laughed when he saw what it was. "I couldn't think of anything more appropriate," Blaine said earnestly.
Kurt smiled and put the DVD in the player before joining Blaine on the couch, snuggling in close as he pressed play. Blaine hummed along to the opening credits of Moulin Rouge, and it wasn't long before it had turned into a sing-a-long. When the scene with "Come What May" began, they shared a laugh before repeating their first duet. Then they had to pause the DVD when Blaine couldn't resist taking the opportunity to kiss Kurt afterward… which then led to an unplanned round two consisting of back-to-back blow jobs.
When they returned from their clean up in the bathroom, Kurt stopped by the fridge on their way to the couch. "We can probably eat the cheesecake now."
"Probably?" Blaine teased.
"Well, if I was serving it somewhere more formal, I'd let it chill for a few more hours in the fridge, but it's not going to kill us to eat it now," Kurt explained. "And I don't know about you, but I've worked up an appetite."
Blaine feigned confusion. "Really? That's weird. Have you been doing anything strenuous? Some vigorous physical activity?"
Kurt frowned as if trying to remember. "Hm. I don't remember anything like that. Certainly nothing exciting. It's been a pretty dull night."
"Ouch!" Blaine retorted. "That was cruel."
Kurt shrugged and opened the fridge to grab the cheesecake. "You set yourself up for that one." He set the cheesecake on the counter and reached into a cabinet for plates.
"I don't think you're allowed to take set-ups like that after someone rocks your world. I think you're supposed to be showering me with post-orgasmic endorphin-induced praise."
"Yes, because you clearly need it," Kurt replied sarcastically, handing Blaine a plate and a fork and heading back to the couch.
Blaine settled at the opposite end, tangling their legs together. "It doesn't matter if I need it or not. It's proper post-sex etiquette."
"Somehow I doubt Emily Post ever wrote a book on post-sex etiquette."
Blaine took a bite of the cheesecake, and whatever clever retort he had planned in his head was lost completely. "Oh my God, Kurt, what the hell is this?"
Kurt gave him a smug look, but all he said was, "Chocolate and Irish cream cheesecake."
"Oh my God. How are you even real?" Blaine took another bite and moaned. "My boyfriend is a god."
Kurt froze with a forkful of cheesecake halfway to his mouth. "I am?"
"Kurt, are you kidding me? This cheesecake shouldn't even be legal."
Kurt shook his head. "Not that. Your boyfriend?"
It was Blaine's turn to freeze. "Oops." He set the fork down on his plate and rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort. "Um… yeah, so we haven't talked about this, but… I mean… I'm not seeing anyone else, nor do I want to, and um… I guess I've just mentally started thinking of you as my boyfriend…"
"Were you planning on clueing me in to that, or was I supposed to master telepathy to find out our status?" Kurt asked.
"No, no, it doesn't have to be our status… I mean, you're not obligated… it's totally fine if you don't want to, or if you need more time… I mean, I'm exclusively dating you, but if you have other people you're interested in, you don't have to…"
"How are you so adorable?" Kurt interrupted, nudging his knee against Blaine's.
Blaine nervously bit his lower lip and shrugged, unsure how to respond.
"Seriously. Too adorable. Speaking of things that should not be legal…" Then Kurt's lips curved in a small smile. "To answer your very inarticulate question, which wasn't even phrased as a question but I assume was meant to be one, no, I'm not seeing anyone else, and I don't want to be either, so I have no problem with the label boyfriend."
Blaine beamed. "Let me try this again. Kurt Hummel, will you be my boyfriend?"
Kurt smiled. "I would like that very much."
Still beaming, Blaine leaned forward to kiss Kurt, carefully avoiding their plates. As he was quickly discovering, one kiss was not enough, and soon they were awkwardly sharing deep kisses with their plates still balanced between them. Blaine pulled back slightly and stared at his plate, then back at Kurt, then back at the cheesecake.
Kurt caught his torn expression and laughed. "Finish the cheesecake. I'm not going anywhere."
Blaine smiled and settled back against the end of the couch while Kurt resumed the movie. He definitely liked the sound of that.
[Author note: So... you all still with me? ;) I bulk-published these chapters because once I started writing them, I couldn't stop, and it didn't seem fair to make you wait either. Plus, you all deserve it for being so awesome. Thanks for being the greatest readers ever!]