Time passed, and Kurt and Blaine started dating officially, until one day, they got into a minor fight. Blaine did something that offended Kurt, and the latter ended up upset, and told him to give him space for a while...
Blaine stood nervously at Kurt's door, rocking back every so often as if to turn around and leave. He probably shouldn't be doing this. Kurt had told him, multiple times, that he needed space. But Blaine had imagined Kurt's crestfallen face and could not help but to be concerned.
He pressed a cluster of roses against his ches...t as he stared at the doorknob. Finally, he tentatively raised a hand and rapped gently on the door.
Kurt had his earphones on, and was blasting Strauss, like he did whenever he wanted to calm down, relax, take a breath, which he did, because yes, he was upset, and he was more angry with himself for -being- upset because that meant that Blaine was also upset and the whole situation was absolutely pointless. For this reason, he didn't hear the door.
Kurt must have been angry. Very angry. And Blaine was frustrated with his stupid self for causing Kurt such senseless pain. Desperate, and determined to fix things, he knocked even harder and shouted "HOUSEKEEPING!" in a strange, high-pitched voice.
Now he could hear a banging at the door, and a shout that he couldn't discern, but he paused his iPhone and frowned at the door. "Come in," he called out loudly, half-sitting up.
Blaine opened the door with a sweeping motion and slammed it shut behind him. He presented the roses with a dramatic flair and waving of the arms. "I'm here to deliver these. Where shall I set them?"
Snapping back to attention as a too-familiar face popped into his room, Kurt raised his eyebrows, but his 'I thought I'd told you not to-' was lost when he caught sight of the flowers, and he had to crack a small smile, rolling his eyes at Blaine's flourish, and held out his hand for them. "You know I don't tend to have empty vases around my room just in case somebody happens to decide to present me with flowers," he said, not brightly, but not angrily either.
Blaine brought forth a slender glass vase from his blazer and smirked in pride. "I think they would look good over here on the desk." He casually opened Kurt's bathroom door and filled the vase with water before placing the roses down.
"I'll... be leaving now," he said, walking in slow motion towards Kurt's door.
Kurt watched Blaine come up with a random vase from his ...sleeve, and raised one eyebrow again, not being able to smirk now. Did he think everything through? He stayed quiet while Blaine did his thing and then turned, leaving in slow motion. He rolled his eyes again. "Blaine." The other boy continued to stroll slowly towards the door, pausing to have a glance over his shoulder at Kurt. Kurt looked... a little better than Blaine had imagined. But he still had the urge to leap onto the bed and kiss him. He struggled to continue with his smooth facade. "What?"
Kurt tilted his head to the side. "Why are you giving me flowers?" he asked skeptically. He wasn't fooled by the appearance of innocence or the slow-motion walking. And yeah, maybe he -didn't- want to be fighting with Blaine. Sue him. "Because," Blaine replied, stopping in his tracks. "You're lovely."
"I couldn't stand to think of you upset. I realize that flowers are by no means a proper apology, but I couldn't help myself."
He stared at the ground, slightly embarrassed... at himself. Then he cringed a little and stole a look at Kurt's reaction.
Kurt let his lips curve up into a small smile at the compliment and he blushed a little, looking down at his lap and then back to Blaine, holding out his arms. "Lucky for you, I happen to adore flowers," he informed him lightly, and then beckoned him over with an honest smile.
Blaine approached Kurt and embraced him, smiling at his success. He held out his hand to steady himself against the bed and felt Kurt's phone beneath his palm. He grabbed the iPhone and scrolled through the songs with a stroke of inspiration.
Blaine found a slow, romantic song, and unplugged Kurt's headphones so that the sound echoed around the room.
Chuckling at the action, Kurt leaned back against the headboard and looked up at Blaine curiously, wondering what he was planning to do with the music now. "If you actually plan on taking my hand and pulling me to my feet, and coax me into slow-dancing with you so I get all sappy and decide to kiss you, then you're wrong," he tried not to smile.
Blaine sighed. "You're too smart. Stop ruining the surprises, I simply can't keep up."
Blaine took a quick look at Kurt. Nixing his original idea, which Kurt had so cleverly spoiled, he decided to scoop Kurt off of the bed and into his arms... He gently set Kurt's feet on the floor and placed a hand on the small of his back.
Laughing lightly as Blaine scooped him up into his arms, he yelped a little, and wrapped his arms around his neck to hold on, keeping them that way when he was placed on his feet and smiling up at his boyfriend. "Do we dance now?" he asked dreamily.
Kurt was so.. adorable.. that Blaine wanted to just melt into his arms. But he remained in suave, collected character. Blaine tightened his grip, pressing Kurt against him. Thanking the heavens that he was still wearing his school shoes while Kurt only had on socks, Blaine let Kurt's head rest against his neck.
Kurt let himself lay his cheek on Blaine's shoulder and swayed a little to the music, closing his eyes. "You suck, you know that?" he whispered in his ear, the smile evident in his high soprano voice. "I can't bring myself to stay mad at you."
Blaine smiled and pushed the hair out of Kurt's eyes, stroking his forehead thoughtfully. "The thought of you being cross with me... It kills. It truly does." He kissed Kurt's cheek gently, loving the way the soft skin felt against his lips...
"Now that you've successfully gotten me sappy and romantic again, I suppose I should kiss you now," Kurt said with a small shrug, tilting his head to the side to meet his lips with Blaine's in a gentle kiss. He pulled back with a smile, his eyes soft. Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt turned to meet his kiss. As Kurt pulled away, Blaine crumbled at the sight of his bright, beautiful eyes. He pressed his cheek against Kurt's and continued to sway, breathing in the fresh, romantic scent of whatever he had sprayed on.
Kurt sighed happily as Blaine's cheek pressed against his own and kept on swaying to the slow music, his heart beating against his Dalton blazer, and he chuckled to himself, fiddling with the back of Blaine's hair at the nape of his neck.
Blaine looked him in the eyes flirtatiously, and then pressed his forehead against Kurt's. "Do you feel happy, Kurt?" he breathed, running a hand further down his back.
Kurt's stomach jumped a bit as he felt Blaine's hand further down his back, and he swallowed, nodding at the boy in front of him. "Yes," he replied honestly, not knowing what else to say.
"Good. That's all that matters," said Blaine. He leaned back to check Kurt's eyes for sincerity, and then he leaned forward once more. He took Kurt's smooth lips in his, kissing him hard and passionately.
Kurt let himself mold against Blaine's chest, slipping a little lower as he dipped under the kiss, smiling against his mouth and already short of breath, pushing himself forward to kiss him back just as roughly.
Blaine brought his hands lower still, until one of his hands was resting on Kurt's ass. "When I bought the flowers and the vase and everything," he began to explain, "I was intending to behave like a proper gentleman. But you make it so difficult..." He squeezed his hand slightly.
Whimpering a little at the ass-grabbing, Kurt felt himself flush against Blaine, and he squirmed under his touch. "Do I bring out the dirty in you?" he whispered seductively into his ear, bringing his hands down his neck and over his chest, digging the tips of his fingers into the top of it and nibbling on his lower lip.
Letting out a soft moan at the seductive voice that tickled his ear, Blaine grabbed on just a little bit tighter. "... Does that answer your question?" he replied, moving his lips to nibble back at Kurt's.
"Y-yes," Kurt yelped, shying a little but regaining his confidence for a moment and looking down at Blaine's mouth as they kissed, and the sight of it turned him on quite a bit. He pulled his lip back from between Blaine's teeth to position his mouth at his ear again, breath hot against it, and moving his hands down to the front of Blaine's pants, holding him by the waistband and bringing him closer. "Do you want me, Blaine?"
Blaine slid off his shoes as he felt Kurt's hand reaching.. below the belt. The way Kurt had grabbed him, and the way his warm breath caressed his ear... Blaine was beginning to lose it. "I want you, Kurt," he said, his voice unusually gravelly. He breathed heavily as Kurt's fingers danced around his zipper.
Kurt let his lips trail across Blaine's cheek and jaw until he reached his mouth, and he let them there, breathing against them, lips touching but not kissing him as he bat his eyelashes a few times, looking up at the other from under them, and trailed his fingers to the front of his pants and undid his button, zipping them down and then removing his fingers coyly, bringing a finger up to Blaine's chin. "How much?"
Blaine smiled as Kurt looked up at him under his eyelashes, the way he loved so much. "This much," he growled.
He moved his head and gently nibbled at Kurt's finger, beginning to suck it as if...
He noticed that his pants were completely und...one. Blaine whined quietly, begging for them to be removed from his body. He reached out and felt the front of Kurt's own pants, and unbuttoned them with a teasing lightness.
Letting out a moan and closing his eyes in pleasure as Blaine sucked his finger, which only led his mind to start thinking and imagining thoughts that he shouldn't have been, Kurt bit down on his lip again -he was so going to leave a mark- and couldn't help but buck up against Blaine's hand as he touched the front of his pants, and grasped at the other's hips, holding him steady, or holding himself steady, he wasn't sure.
Blaine quickly tugged on his pants so that they fell to the floor. He felt Kurt's hardness in his hand as he moved, and he couldn't get Kurt's pants down quickly enough. He moved his hands to cup his Kurt's face, kissing him roughly, and letting his tongue work around his boyfriend's.
There was Wes, strolling down the school hallway without a care in his mind as he happily went down to his dorm, swinging around his backpack and thinking about the good night's sleep that he was going to get, when he suddenly remembered th...at he still had Kurt's phone from when he'd forgotten it in Math that day, and knowing that the other would freak if he didn't get it tonight, he took a shortcut to his room, swinging the door open. "Hey, du-OH MY GOD." He froze on the spot, his hand on the doorknob, staring at the two boys wrapped around each other, in their underwear...both evidently turned on, faces flushed, breathing hard, and his jaw dropped open. He couldn't find himself able to move. "Oh my God," he repeated, then burst out laughing.
Blaine heard the door swing open and a burst of laughter - he snapped his head around and saw Wes standing in the doorway, laughing his head off. "Wes, close the door. Close the door now," he stammered, nervous and panicked. His face was flushed, burning deeper as Wes stood there and took them in. He noticed that he was still holding Kurt tightly, and tore away to cover his legs (and, embarrassingly enough, semi), with his pants.
Kurt had been pressing up against Blaine, already half-hard and moaning in delight as his pants were thrown off, kissing his boyfriend vigorously when the door burst open and he jumped backwards, alarmed, and beet red, and clamped his hands over his underwear in embarrassment, widening his eyes. Holy freaking shit. No way. This couldn't be happening. Why didn't they lock the door? Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God... he turned around, breathing hard, not knowing what to do.
Wes was still laughing, because the look on both boys' faces was priceless. Besides, Wes had seen his fair share of porn, straight and gay, and he wasn't totally disturbed by the view, though it was kinda weird in a way that that was his bes...t friend there, getting to second base with the new guy. "Sorry...to interrupt..." he said between laughter, still not leaving, just to bother them.
"You forgot your phone, Kurt," he said, holding it out to him with a grin. "Want me to snap a picture?"
Seeing that the door was still slightly ajar, as Wes had ignored his pleas, Blaine dove behind the bed to put his pants back on. "Wes," he said angrily as he fastened his button, "you should probably leave."
Kurt slapped his hands to his face because oh my god this was so embarrassing, and looked at Wes, grabbing a random pillow and stuffing it in front of his bulge, which was quickly deflating because Wes laughing at him was so not a turn on. "Just leave it anywhere and leave, please!" he said, his voice a pitch higher than normal - aka he sounded like a chipmunk on helium.
Sniggering, Wes tossed Kurt's phone onto his bed and waved at them, still laughing as he closed the door behind him. "Oh, this is priceless, David's gonna-" but he closed the door and drowned himself out from the other two. This was so spreading around the school.
Blaine sat crouched behind the bed. As he heard the door close, he cautiously stood up. In front of him, Kurt was still pantsless, covering his junk with a pillow. Blaine was torn between laughter, embarrassment, and a little bit of horniness. He waited to see Kurt's face.
Kurt just kind of stood there, staring after Wes, feeling a mix between utter embarrassment and a little amusement because...come on, it was ridiculous. He'd never been walked in on in his life. Not that he'd ever done anything that he could get walked in on but...still. His face beet red, he turned around to look at Blaine and started giggling. "Oh, God..." he muttered, sitting down on the edge of his bed.
Blaine began to laugh along with Kurt, and sat down next to him on the bed. "Did that really just happen?" he asked, bemused.
Leaning his forehead against Blaine's shoulder as he sat down next to him, Kurt kept on laughing. "I think so..." he muttered embarrassedly.
Remembering how awkward Kurt had looked, frantically grabbing the pillow and covering his crotch, Blaine began laughing even harder. He wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and smiled, knowing that this night, no matter how embarrassing it ended up, would go down as a hilarious and memorable one. And did he mention a hot one? That too.
Kurt bit his lip and tried to cool his blush, leaning against Blaine with his arm around him. "Well so much for that..." he mumbled bemusedly, trying to find his pants on the floor, but then not putting them on since he had to get in his pajamas anyway. And Blaine should leave..or..."Do you want to sleep with me?" he asked him, smiling and then flushing. "Literally...sleep."
"Mmm, that sounds nice," grinned Blaine. And it did sound... realllllly nice... it had gotten rather late. "Should I go back to my room first, or could I borrow night clothes?"
"Just sleep in your boxers. It's nothing I haven't seen before," he winked at him, standing up to walk to his closet and grab a pair of pajamas, getting them on and switching his uniform shirt for a loose top. "I'm kidding, you want one?"
Blaine unfastened his pants again, removed his blazer and tie, and took off his shirt. "What are you in the mood for?" he asked, sitting back on the bed in his underwear. He didn't really have a preference at the moment. The concept in itself was too sweet to be picky about.
Kurt tossed him a pair of light blue shorts. "You can sleep shirtless," he said, smiling back at him and crawling onto his bed, tugging Blaine down next to him. "Will we get in trouble?"
"Nobody's going to check on us, and I locked the door while you were changing". Blaine smiled as he put on the shorts. He began to unbutton Kurt's nightshirt, explaining, "That means you too, Kurt." He lay his head on Kurt's bare chest and ...sighed deeply.
Rolling his eyes but allowing his shirt to be taken off, Kurt leaned against Blaine and rested his head against the crook of his shoulder. "Okay...good night, Blaine.." he reached over to turn the room light off, and cuddled closer to him. "I love you."
"I love you too," Blaine replied, "good night". He listened to Kurt's soft breathing for awhile, getting lulled to sleep by the steady rise and fall of his boyfriend's chest.
They stayed like that, until both of them fell asleep against the other's warm body, and Kurt slept like a baby, with a smile on his face.