AN: Because I don't want to cause confusion, Kurt has TWO sai swords. I'm about 90% sure that sais isn't the plural of sai and as I don't know what that is [and Google failed me when I tried to search for it] I just made a wild guess. I'm sorry if I did it wrong!
After dinner all but the cleaners were kicked into the living room and settled in front of the TV. They chatted a little, but it wasn't long before Pappy began nodding off and Finn's Uncle Harry started to follow suit. Kurt poked Blaine's side gently, waking the older boy from his own light snooze, and whispered in his ear. "Wanna go upstairs?"
Blaine looked at him with wide eyes. "What about Finn?"
Kurt spared his brother a glance. He'd eaten more than he had at Thanksgiving, gorging on ham and bread and potatoes. Kurt watched as he snuggled into the couch cushions and let his eyes droop. "I think we'll be fine."
"Really?" Blaine's voice was incredulous, and there was something about the way he looked at Kurt that made him shiver.
Oh. Kurt shoulder bumped him. "I don't mean for THAT." He rolled his eyes. "I just mean to hang out." MAYBE they could make out a little bit, just a little. "You know, wait until dessert."
Blaine looked over to Finn one more time before nodding. They went up the stairs quickly and quietly. "Wanna watch a movie? Mercedes gave me Sweeny Todd," Kurt asked when they reached the top of the stairs.
Blaine shrugged and hummed a non-response and led the way to Kurt's room. He held the door open for him and ran a hand over Kurt's back as he walked in. "I've been wanted to touch you all day."
Kurt smiled to himself. "Let me put on a movie then, for cover."
Blaine's returning smile was brilliant.
Kurt honestly didn't pay attention to which movie he'd picked, only that he pressed play and settled down on his bed beside Blaine. Blaine was on him in seconds, kissing his lips and pressing a warm tongue to Kurt's lips. Kurt opened his mouth easily, eager for the invasion. They didn't just make out anymore; it was kind of nice to just do this.
"Kurt," Blaine whispered against his mouth. "Kurt." He loved the way his name sounded when Blaine said it. Something about his tone, the somewhat desperate lilt of his voice, made Kurt shiver and pull the older boy in closer. Without any thought at all Kurt rolled so he was on top of Blaine and covering the older boy as entirely with his body as he could. Blaine's arms wrapped around his back and pulled him in tighter. "Kurt."
Kurt's breath was coming shorter, getting harder to pull into his lungs. He didn't want to need air anymore, just Blaine. Why couldn't he breathe Blaine in and just keep him there instead? "Blaine." He pulled off to catch his unfortunately necessary breath. When his eyes opened he saw Blaine staring at him intently. "Blaine?"
Blaine's arms tightened around him and pulled him back down for another kiss. Something felt off.
Something was boiling uneasily in the pit of his stomach. It didn't make him feel sick, so it wasn't from the food, but it was distracting and Blaine didn't want to think on it. Instead he kissed Kurt until they had to stop and try to make it look like they hadn't been making out.
They were watching some movie Blaine was trying and failing to pay attention to when Finn knocked on the door and told them it was time for dessert.
For the rest of the night Blaine kept looking at Kurt, couldn't keep his eyes off of the younger boy. For once he wasn't being led around by his dick, his libido was still. He just wanted to look at him. It kind of freaked him out, in a quiet way he pushed down with the uneasy feeling in his stomach.
To ignore it he talked with people, Finn's Aunt Kitty, Pappy, Burt, but his eyes kept going back to Kurt, and he kept trailing off in his conversations to join in with Kurt and Finn's. Even then he'd trail off and simply stare at Kurt until he realized he was doing it and quickly looked away, turning to start another conversation with somebody. The cycle continued. It was kind of exhausting.