AN: Hello all! This is a fun chapter - I think we deserved it after the heavy chapters we've had lately. I don't really have too much to say...smut at the end of the chapter again. I promise it won't be happening every chapter, it just worked out that way. To answer a question - yes, I have been to Ellen's Stardust Diner in NYC, and I loved it. So fun! Enjoy!

Chapter 16

"Kurrrrrt! My butt looks big in this!" Blaine turned around in his tan harem pants and shoved his hips backwards. "And the patch is crooked!"

Kurt laughed as Blaine tried to walk around the apartment in the pants, "Your butt looks hot, and the patch is supposed to be crooked." Blaine stopped walking and just looked at him with an odd expression. "May I help you?"

"You really think my butt looks hot like this?" Blaine turned around again and pulled his belt lower.

Kurt sat on the edge of the bed and laughed, "I do. But don't let that go to your head."

Blaine started dancing around shaking his butt closer to Kurt's face, "You like big buts and you cannot lie…." He was a little too close for Kurt's liking, so Kurt slapped his butt and jumped over to the other side of the bed. Blaine turned around and rubbed his cheek for a second, "Oh? So it's that kind of night?"

Kurt gave him a patronizing look before grabbing his costume, "No. It's not that kind of night unfortunately. Since Santana insists we drink, we are sleeping on Hayden's pullout couch, which means we cannot do anything."

Blaine pouted, "Why is the party at Hayden's if Santana is the one throwing it and it is mostly her friends? Santana would totally let us do whatever we wanted."

"Which is exactly why I'm never even sitting on a surface in Santana's house, one could probably get crabs just from putting a finger on her pullout couch. And I think Hayden's house is bigger, so that's why. Put your vest on."

Blaine shrugged his vest over his shoulders and Kurt appraised the finished product. "Do I look like a Disney prince?" Blaine grabbed his red hat and did a twirl.

"You always look like a Disney prince."

"Ahhhh. Cheese. How I missed it while we were fighting," Blaine pulled Kurt in for a kiss, and Kurt put a hand to Blaine's freshly waxed chest. "For the record, you didn't hurt me near as much as Lisa did. But I still don't see why I couldn't wear a shirt."

"Because Aladdin didn't wear a shirt when he was Aladdin." Kurt said this as if it was the most obvious thing, "And you call yourself a Disney fan."

"Well yes, but he didn't live in New York City at the end of October." Blaine scooped up Abu who was batting at his pants. "Right Abu? Daddy Kurt is crazy!"

Kurt glared at them, "I am going to put my costume on now. No more complaining about yours. You look hot. Can you please put Abu's costume on?"

Blaine grumbled but went to the living room to find Abu's elephant costume.

Kurt looked in the mirror at his costume. It wasn't quite as revealing as Blaine's, and he didn't fill out the back of the pants the way Blaine did, but he thought he actually looked pretty good. He was going as Prince Ali, or the rich version Aladdin.

He laughed at the irony.

Kurt wore Harem pants like Blaine, but he had a shirt to match, a wide gold belt, a cape that was purple on the inside, and a head wrap with feathers and some poorly placed jewels that Blaine put on. Kurt didn't have the heart to redo the jewels and beading.

"KURT!" Blaine bellowed from the other side of the apartment, "I NEED HELP!"

Kurt walked towards the living room and saw Blaine on his hands and knees near the sofa, Abu's elephant costume still in his hands.

"What are you doing? We have to leave in like five minutes!" Kurt attempted to pull Blaine up, but he stayed on the ground.

"Abu is under the couch and won't come out. He doesn't like his elephant outfit!" Blaine help up the outfit, which was an elephant sewn by Kurt, it had a vest like the monkey version of Abu wore, and a fez that matched Blaine's, but it had a string. "What are we going to do? We can't leave him here alone all night!"

Kurt walked to the kitchen and pulled out a dog treat, "Abu, hungry?" The dog streaked out from under the sofa and jumped up on Kurt, trying to grab the treat. "No sir. You have to get your costume on. You are going to be the cutest doggy there!"

Blaine laughed and took some pictures with his phone, "He is going to be the only doggy there. But we have to go, Ray is picking us up like now."

"You are wearing flip flops to the party," Kurt warned as he threw a pair towards Blaine.

"But WHY? Aladdin didn't wear flip flops! He was a tough man!" Blaine put the flip flops on after a glare from Kurt. "You have to ruin all of my fun."

"I don't want to take you for a tetanus shot tonight. Besides, you can stow them in the bag before we walk in." Kurt gave him a look that plainly said, "I don't want to fight about this," so Blaine marched out of the door.

"Do you think they'll have a microphone and we can sing together?" Blaine jogged down the steps, and Kurt walked behind him, he just glared.

"No. Just, no." Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and the two of them rode to Hayden's brownstone, a first for both of them.

As soon as they walked into the party, both boys were handed cups of jungle juice from one of Santana's coworkers, and Abu streaked off into the party. Kurt thought he might just a little bit of an attention whore. He got that from Blaine.

A girl dressed as a Playboy Bunny walked up to Blaine, "Hello there," she slurred, "You're hot. Can I touch your abs?"

"I'm gay." He took a drink from his cup and grimaced, "You'd think I'd be used to that, but I'm not. And sure, touch them if you want." The girl had already walked away.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand again, "Your brothers would be so upset if they could see you now. Poor little Blaine Anderson, barely able to drink some jungle juice without needing a chaser." Kurt took a sip of his own and started coughing, "Okay, okay. I won't tell them."

Blaine and Kurt made their way through the party, meeting various people and even seeing some people that they recognized. Blaine started talking to a man who worked at a record label, and Kurt was having a discussion about the newest Michael Kors' fashion line.

Blaine brought Kurt some Jello shots and Kurt just looked at him, "Blaine, you know I have my audition tomorrow afternoon. I can't be too hung-over."

"But baby you don't really get hung-over." Blaine took two of the shots and downed them, giving Kurt the leftover one. "Have some fun. We deserve it!"

"What's up bitches!" Santana walked out of the bedroom to make her grand entrance, and Kurt saw all of the men in the room save for himself and Blaine instantly regret bringing a date.

"Well, at least she went classy," Blaine giggled from beside him.

Santana looked far from classy. She had on a pair of red platform heels that looked like they belonged to a stripper, a red leather skirt that covered only what was necessary, and a zebra jacket that only had one button buttoned. The jacked was lined with red feathers. She had a hat on her head that was also made of zebra fabric. What Kurt really liked was the cane she carried – it had a ball at the top and clicked every time she walked.

Kurt elbowed Blaine, "Be nice. Let's hope Hayden doesn't dress in something equally slutty. Or they didn't go with the theme and she's a prostitute or something."

Blaine shook his head, "Hayden is far more discrete than that."

Santana took two shots and grinned at her guests, "Who's ready to see my hot ass girlfriend?"

Many of the men in the room cheered as Blaine hid behind Kurt, "I don't want to see her. I don't. She's my best friend. She does not have any sex appeal."

Kurt turned, shocked, "She better not have any to you."

Blaine kissed Kurt's neck, "Shut up. You know what I meant."

Hayden walked out and Blaine turned and smacked his head against the wall, "Kurt! She has boobs! I cannot unsee them!" He peered again from behind his hand, "Oh my god and they're big"

"Stop looking or you get no more alcohol." Kurt snapped, glaring at Hayden.

Truth be told, she did look rather nice. Her outfit wasn't as slutty as Santana's, but it showed off that did have a larger chest than Kurt had noticed before. The dress she wore was short and blue, with a white ruffle under it. It fell a few inches longer than Santana's, but not much more. It was cinched at her waist. She had a scarf wrapped around her head and bangles down her arms. Kurt thought she looked nice, and it was a great difference from her normal wardrobe of jeans and t-shirts.

"Is it over? Is she clothed?" Blaine was kissing down Kurt's neck, and Kurt realized he had more alcohol.

"You might want to slow down," Kurt whispered, not really wanting Blaine to stop. They hadn't been drunk or tipsy together for a very long time, and Kurt forgot how handsy Blaine turned.

"Before Hummel and the Hobbit eat each other, let's play Kings!" Santana grabbed a deck of cards and pulled the boys over to the coffee table. "Does everyone know how to play?"

"Yes!" yelled Blaine, Hayden, and the other people playing the game.

"…no." Kurt said, feeling embarrassed.

"It's an easy game, baby, I'll help you," Blaine whispered in his ear, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Santana put the cards upside down in a ring, "Ladies first," she motioned to Hayden to pick up a card. "Everyone make sure their cup is full!"

Blaine was nursing a potent rum and coke, Kurt had a diet coke and 99 cherries. Hayden appeared to be drinking straight vodka, and Santana had Jack.

"Why are we the ones drinking like girls?" Blaine looked at Santana's cup, cringing.

"I resent that Hobbit!" Santana poked him with her pimp cane.

"9!" Hayden said, "Which means I have to rhyme…hmmm…okay, the work is PIG!"

Santana immediately said, "dig."

The man next to Santana, who was the bartender at the lounge Santana worked at bellowed, "fig!"

Kurt was next, "Gig!" he giggled out.

"Shit that was mine!" Blaine said without thinking.

"Awww yeah! Hobbit is drinking!" Santana pushed Blaine's cup to his lips and he took a large sip of his drink.

"7! Heaven!" Everyone pointed to the ceiling, except Kurt, who was lost. "Drink Hummel!"

Kurt took a small sip of his drink, "Happy?"

"Ecstatic." Said the bartender who picked the next car, "4! That means the whores have to drink, women, drinkkkk!"

Santana poked the guy with her cane but she, Hayden, and the dancer all took long drinks.

"Oh! Blaine! It's my turn!" Kurt got really excited "I picked an 8, what does that mean?"

"Oh! Hayden squealed, "that means you get to pick a date who has to drink with you the rest of the game!"

Kurt swung his head to look at Blaine, "Will you be my date sexy man?"

"Of course!" Blaine grins, clinking his cup into Kurt's nearly empty one. "And you aren't supposed to sip during the game."

"Kiss to make it official!" Santana leaned in and pushed Kurt towards Blaine.

Blaine gave Kurt a deep kiss, wrapping his hand into Kurt's turban.

"BREAK IT UP. This isn't skinemax." Santana motioned for Blaine to pick the next card.

"Awww shit! An ace!" Blaine did a little jig, "WATERFALL TIME!"

"What's a waterfall?" Kurt looked at everyone's faces, and even Santana looked a little terrified.

"Basically, I start drinking, then she starts drinking, then Hayden starts, and no one can stop until the person before them stops. So if I drink until I'm done, you all will be drinking for awhile." Blaine grins, "My frat training comes in handy here." He tilted his head back and started chugging. Kurt was the last to start drinking, which meant he would be the last to stop. He was starting to get worried that his cup would run out when he heard Blaine crinkle his cup and finish it.

The game continued until everyone was thoroughly drunk, and Kurt thought it would be best if he took a break.

Hayden and Santana wandered back towards the bedroom, saying they wanted to make sure no one else was in there, but they didn't come back out.

Abu found several girls who found him adorable, so Kurt and Blaine danced together in the middle of the party, not caring who stared. That was, until Blaine noticed someone in a toga staring at them.

Bryce.

Blaine at this point was pretty drunk, so instead of approaching Bryce, he pulled Kurt into a kiss, making sure Bryce saw every second of it.

"What was that for?" Kurt asked in a husky voice.

"You're hot." Blaine whispered back, moving his hands lower on Kurt's back.

"Do you mind if I cut in?" Bryce put his arm between Kurt and Blaine.

"I do, actually." Kurt was sobering up already, and he was not going to have Bryce ruin his night, "Shouldn't you be sleeping? Or getting ready to audition?"

Bryce grinned, his grimy sheet shifting to reveal his abs, which Blaine rolled his eyes towards, instantly tightening his muscles. "I don't need to practice. You know that."

"Well, I doubt you were invited," Kurt turned around and rolled his hips back towards Blaine, who put his hands protectively on Kurt's hips, "And we certainly don't want you interrupting our good time."

"Table's open, Blaine! Find an opponent!" The bartender yelled towards Blaine.

"Ahh. Pong? Up for a game?" Bryce had his hands on his hips, "if you think you can handle me."

Kurt looked at Blaine, "Please don't take the bait."

"I'll be fine," Blaine walked towards the table, keeping his arm around Kurt.

"Jesus," Kurt whispered, grabbing a straw and a bottle of 99 bananas, "I'm going to drink, because I don't want to remember this." He slid down the wall until he was sitting in the middle of the table.

Blaine throws the first ball, and sinks it in a cup. "Drink." Bryce downs the cup quickly and throws a ball, missing all of the cups by six inches, "Really?"

"Look, I wasn't a frat boy like you." Bryce sneers.

Blaine throws the ball, but instead of sinking it, he hits Bryce in the face.

"Woo!" Kurt giggles from the floor, "Go Blaine!"

Bryce throws another ball, and still doesn't make it. "You really suck," Blaine lands another one.

Bryce drinks again, and finally throws the ball, bouncing it in. "Ha! Drink!"

Blaine drinks it quickly, throwing the cup on the floor behind him. "Bouncing? Really? That's manly."

"Kind of like your beer gut," Bryce drinks another cup.

"Hey hey hey! He has no beer gut!" Kurt calls from the floor, the straw isn't leaving his mouth at this point.

"You're being really classy, Kurt." Bryce looks at Kurt with a sneer as Kurt burps.

"Fuck you. I'm a lady, you assface." Kurt moves closer to Blaine, "and I picked him over you. So don't act like you're disgusted by me. You wanted me."

Bryce was about to retaliate when Hayden and Santana walked towards him, arms linked, grinning. "Well well well, look who came out to play, Hayden," Santana moved closer to Bryce, who backed up against the wall.

Hayden giggled, "Your eyebrows look like they're growing in…somewhat." She pulled the bottle from Kurt's hands and started sipping.

"Ladies, we can play nice." Bryce had both of his hands up in the air.

Santana pulled something from her hair, and held it up to Bryce, "Remember what I threatened about your balls? I'm sure my friend Blaine here would love them as a trophy." Blaine then saw she was brandishing a razor. "Or you can leave. Now."

Bryce tried to move around Santna, "Are you going to let me leave?"

She stepped to the side, "But of course."

"Kurt, I'll see you tomorrow," He made a kissy face as he walked out.

Just as Bryce reached the door Abu came streaking after him. "Abu no!" Blaine laughed as Abu lunged for Bryce, bit him, and pulled off his toga.

"That dog just bit my ass!" Bryce yelled, rubbing his butt through his underwear.

Abu ran back to Blaine, "Good dog," Blaine whispered.

Bryce ran out of the house with the sheet bundled up in his arms.

"You should be glad you didn't get with him, Kurt," she held up her fingers about an inch apart, "You aren't missing much of anything."

Kurt was rolling around the floor laughing and clutching to Abu.

Over the next few hours they all drank a little more, and socialized.

By 2 AM, most of the guests staggered out, save for Blaine and Kurt. "Bed time?" Kurt asked hopefully, leaning against Blaine.

"Not yet," Santana pulled out a box, "Twister!"

"Why do I feel like we're about to be involved in their foreplay?" Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear, causing Blaine to erupt into a fit of giggles.

"Left foot green!" Santana and Hayden took off their heels and both couples lined up.

"Right hand red!" everyone bent over.

"See, this isn't so bad, Kurt," Blaine laughed, wavering slightly.

"Left hand yellow!" Blaine and Hayden both turned towards each other and Blaine groaned.

"Why am I staring right into your cleavage?"

"Watch where your eyes go, Hobbit. Maybe if you were taller you could be looking into her eyes." Santana grabbed her cane and tapped Blaine under the chin with it.

Hayden started wavering when her top started falling. "Oh my god!" she gasped.

"Ew! I saw nipple! Kurt I saw nipple!" Blaine started rubbing his eyes and fell over bringing Santana and Kurt with him.

"YEAH! I WON!" Hayden stood up and pulled her top up to her chin. "I never thought these would come in handy."

"Oh baby they do!" Santana had already started spinning again.

Blaine soon found himself bent over in front of Santana with Kurt and Hayden in a pretzel on the other side of the mat.

Santana took it upon herself to start poking Blaine in the butt with her pimp cane, "Oh look! It's like Kurt! Poke! Poke!" She shoved the cane sharply against Blaine.

"Oh! That hurts!" Blaine fell again, only bringing Santana down with him.

During the next round, Blaine found Kurt underneath him, looking up at him through heavily lidded eyes. He brought his mouth down onto Kurt's neck, "Can't we go home," he whispered.

"No," Kurt whispered, "But if we can get rid of them, we can have a little fun out here."

They started kissing, hoping Santana and Hayden would get the hint and leave them alone.

Blaine broke apart from Kurt twenty minutes later to see Hayden staring glassy-eyed at Abu, who was burrowed into Santana's cleavage. Santana was fast asleep.

Blaine stood, wavering slightly. "Okay, okay. Kurt, walk Hayden back to the bed. I'll grab Santana."

Kurt grabbed Hayden's hand and helped her tuck herself back into her top. "Let's go baby, time for sleep."

Blaine pulled Abu's face out of Santana's chest and picked up the girl, who stirred slightly. "You're a good man, Hobbit." She whispered, cuddling closer to him, "A good, good man."

Blaine smiled and placed her on the bed, tucking her in and putting a trashcan next to her.

Kurt came in two seconds later carrying Abu, "I don't want him getting in the way again." Kurt threw Abu on the bed, and he immediately scooted up and burrowed his face back into Santana's cleavage.

"I think our dog is a manwhore," Blaine whispered, taking a quick picture with his phone.

Kurt walked up and started kissing Blaine's neck, "I think he gets that from you."

"Kurt, I'm so in love with you," Blaine replied as he picked up Kurt and carried him to the living room, laying him down on the Twister board.

"Ready to show me how much?" Kurt teased, raising his eyebrows playfully. "And I don't think noise will be an issue, they are both passed out for the night," he whispered hotly in his ear.

Blaine's mouth dropped open. "Whatever's gotten into you, don't stop." His voice was unnaturally rough as Kurt raked his fingernails up and down his back.

"I still have some tricks you don't know about." Kurt said, slipping his hand into around the front of Blaine's pants. Blaine felt his breath hitch as he felt Kurt's fingers moving around before he realized his boyfriend was just trying to find the drawstring.

He finally grabbed the drawstring, but when Blaine was distracted, he flipped him over, landing on top. He ran his hands up Blaine's thighs until Blaine couldn't even see straight anymore. He brought his lips to Blaine's exposed throat and let his mouth rest there – touching but not quite kissing. Blaine was breathing hard and looking down at Kurt with confusion lust in his eyes. Kurt just smirked back and moved his hand away from Blaine's pants.

"You damn tease," Blaine said breathily, more turned on than ever before. Kurt smirked and held Blaine down by his shoulders.

Blaine leaned up and captured his lips right away, using his teeth and nibbling as he fought against Kurt, trying to flip them again. Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth as he tangled his fingers into his hair and brought him closer, kissing him harder.

Blaine quickly unzipped Kurt's shirt and peeled it off of Kurt, letting it drop to the floor. He ran his hands down Kurt's undershirt, pulling it up, exposing the skin of his stomach. His warm hands splayed across Kurt's muscles there as he felt the boy take in a sharp gasp.

Kurt pulled away, breathing hard, but never let his lips leave Blaine's skin. He traced a wet trail across Blaine's jaw and licked down his neck, tasting a mixture sweat, alcohol, and something that was all Blaine's own. He swirled his tongue around there, enjoying himself as Blaine started moaning from how good it felt.

Kurt's hands shrugged off Blaine's vest and tossed it on top of his costume. Kurt pressed his hands against Blaine's bare chest, feeling sweat there that remained from the gam. He pushed him down again, roughly shoving him down onto the floor before straddling him. Blaine looked up and enjoyed the view as Kurt leaned back on his knees.

"Kurt…" Blaine said, "You're so sexy…"

He stopped talking as Kurt leaned further back and peeled off his undershirt and discarding it on the floor. He watched through wide eyes as Kurt ran his tongue along his own lips temptingly and ran his fingers down his abdomen until they reached his pants.

He watched Blaine with interest as Kurt reached his hand down into his own pants. He saw how Blaine licked his lips as he slowly moved his hand around.. He felt Blaine's heart stutter beneath him as he pushed pants off of his hips, standing slightly to remove them.

"Kurt Hummel," Blaine said gruffly. "I believe you are trying to seduce me.'

Kurt just smiled back and said, "Maybe, maybe not. But now you need to be naked."

He looked up through his eyelashes as he lowered his head to Blaine's stomach. He kissed the skin there, collecting the sweat with his tongue. He moved progressively lower until he met the waistband of the other boy's pants. Blaine was so turned on that he had to avert his eyes so that he didn't do anything rash.

"Look at me," Kurt whispered softly from where his mouth was still hovering over Blaine.

Blaine gave in and looked back down to where his boyfriend was positioned, trying not to think too much, the alcohol clouding his judgment. He wasn't sure how far Kurt wanted to go with people in the next room. Kurt grinned devilishly before using his teeth the slowly pull down Blaine's pants.

Kurt reached out his hands and tugged the fabric over Blaine's hips and down his thighs. Blaine helped him and kicked them the rest of the way off. Kurt rubbed his hard erection against Blaine's leg to show him how turned on his was.

"Mmmmpf…" Blaine let out a strangled moan as he pressed his leg up against Kurt's crotch. Kurt put a finger against Blaine's lips.

"Shhh…" he purred. "The quieter you are, the more we can do."

Blaine daringly took Kurt's finger into his mouth and twirled his tongue against the tips, showing him exactly what he wanted Kurt to do. He sucked around Kurt's finger. Kurt felt his jaw hanging open and his pulse quicken as he watched Blaine sucking on his finger. He felt his mind swirl as he saw Blaine's lust blown pupils.

Blaine pulled his mouth off Kurt's finger and pressed messy kisses into it, continuing down Kurt's wrist and forearm, sucking his unbelievably soft skin there. Kurt palmed Blaine through his boxers until Blaine stopped moving his mouth and started bucking his hips.

"Shit, Kurt!" Blaine swore, causing Kurt to smile. He secretly loved it when a curse word made its way through those lush lips of Blaine's at times like this.

When Blaine was practically thrusting himself into his boyfriend's hand, Kurt finally relented and moved his mouth to Blaine's confined erection. He took Blaine's balls into his hand and squeezed there slightly admired the view for a second. Blaine was already whimpering beneath him, but he allowed himself to take his time and really appreciate what was in front of him.

He ran his hand along Blaine's hot length, encircling his hand around it when he reached the base. He slowly began moving his hand as Blaine took in a sharp breath.

"Kurt…" he gasped out, but his ability to speak was taken away as soon as he felt Kurt's lips sinking over his cock. He tried to find something to grab onto, but only took fistfuls of the Twister mat.

He let out a strangled cry as Kurt began moving his mouth slowly over Blaine's erection, mimicking the way Blaine had sucked on his fingers. He ran his tongue slowly around it, pressing against the underside. Blaine moved his hands to Kurt's hair, clutching it and moaning.

After a little more teasing, Kurt finally took Blaine completely into his mouth and started bobbing his head in an even rhythm. Blaine let his head fall back against the mat as he rode Kurt's mouth. Kurt let out a laugh as he sucked, clearly enjoying himself. He pulled off for a second and looked towards the stairs, grinning devilishly at Blaine. That small detail sent vibrations shooting up Blaine's body as he tightened his grip on Kurt's hair.

Suddenly, Kurt's lips were gone and Blaine felt extremely disappointed. Kurt crawled up the bed and hovered over Blaine's lips.

"Don't think you're getting off that easy," Kurt said. He leaned down and nibbled on Blaine's earlobe as he said huskily into his ear, "I want to make this last."

Blaine could only nod wordlessly as he stuck his hands under the waistband of Kurt's underwear and grabbed his cock in his hand.

"Can you last if I do this?" Blaine teased, still out of breath himself.

He felt Kurt tense and roll his hips forward.

"Yes…" Kurt said, "Yeah, like that…"

He moved his hand a little faster, causing Kurt to shudder and buck his hips into Blaine's circled hand. But before he knew it, Kurt was pulling away again.

"I want to be inside you," Kurt said, a wicked grin crossing his lips.

Blaine's eyebrows shot way up. Even though they'd done it countless times before, he still felt shocked whenever Kurt volunteered to have sex with him. And that definitely wasn't going to make things any quieter.

"Whatever you want…" he smirked, feeling his cock throb at the direction their conversation had taken.

"Do you have any…" Kurt began to ask, but Blaine just reached over to the bag he brought and pulled out exactly what they needed.

Kurt laughed. "I thought I said we weren't doing anything…did you plan to seduce me?" he asked with an evil glint in his eyes.

"No," Blaine protested, moving his hand lightly on Kurt again, trying to distract him, "But I had hoped we would…I have a bit of a kink…"

He was cut off by an intense kiss as Kurt invaded his mouth with his tongue, their teeth clashing together. Kurt interlaced their fingers and pressed down against Blaine again. He broke apart for a second, "You have to be quiet, baby."

Their lips met hungrily again as Blaine ran his hands down Kurt's chest, pausing to capture Kurt's nipples between his fingers. He tugged slightly, knowing exactly how Kurt liked it and was rewarded when Kurt thrusted against him. Their erections met, skin on skin, as Kurt rubbed against him roughly, showing him just how turned on he was.

Blaine was panting.

"Kurt, please…" he begged, "Please…please."

Kurt just smirked and then flipped Blaine over onto his stomach. He grabbed the lube Blaine brought and quietly coated his fingers. He pressed his lips to Blaine's lower back and slid a finger in cautiously.

He heard his boyfriend moaning into the mat when he gradually added another finger. He continued peppering his back with soft kisses. He added a third finger.

Blaine sucked in a sharp breath, but remained relaxed as he felt Kurt working his fingers in and out for a while. He couldn't help but press backwards into Kurt's finger thrusts as he grew impatient. When Kurt was sure that Blaine was stretched enough, he quickly rolled on the condom and applied a generous amount of lube.

"Are you ready?" he asked Blaine, wanting to make sure. It had been awhile since they'd done this.

"Kurt, fuck…" Blaine muttered hotly, "Just do it, please."

Kurt pressed the tip of his head to Blaine's entrance. He fit himself in bit by bit, feeling Blaine relax around him. He pressed all the way in, then pulled all the way out. He then moved in a little bit, but moved in and out slowly, going a little deeper each time, making sure Blaine was okay.

"Are you okay?" Kurt said, panting slightly.

"I'm fine, Kurt" Blaine assured him, "Just…please" he trailed off as Kurt began to move in and out of him slowly.

When the movement became a little easier, Kurt began thrusting a little faster and a little deeper until Blaine was groaning loudly against the mat. "Shhh, baby, shhhh," Kurt whispered, running his hands up and down Blaine's sides.

Kurt wrapped and arm under Blaine, pulling him closer to his hips and angling him so that he could reach down and wrap his hand around Blaine's cock. He knew he wasn't going to last long, and wanted Blaine to come first. He squeezed the base of Blaine's dick and started pumping his hand in time with his thrusts.

"Kurt…yes…" Blaine was groaning as he bucked backwards towards Kurt's hips, "Like that…yes," his head was resting on his arms as he started shivering.

"Blaine…" Kurt said with difficulty as he began thrusting much faster and unevenly, "I'm…close…"

He struggled for breath as he moved his hand even faster along Blaine's erection, rubbing his hand over the tip and feeling the precum there before bringing his hand to his mouth. Blaine moaned when he realized what he had just done. "So hot….Kurt, so hot," he panted.

"Kurt…I'm going to come…" Blaine ground out, his voice several octaves lower than usual.

"Then do it…" Kurt ordered from behind him, doubling his efforts. That was all it took for Blaine to spill out over Kurt's hand, the mat, and even his own abdomen from the force of his orgasm.

Kurt pressed as far as he could into Blaine, feeling him tighten around him as he moved faster, drawing out Blaine's orgasm. He grunted as he felt himself let go, moaning Blaine's name and holding himself deep inside.

He collapsed in a heap next to Blaine on the mat, still breathing heavily. Blaine put his arm around Kurt and leaned over his lips. "I hope they never want to play this game again."

Welp. I'm going to go cower in the corner now. Reviews make Blaine actually pop the question! :D