EDIT: See chapter 1
More minorly big changes happened here too.
They only get a few moments of complete privacy after that, most of their time taken up by Sectionals. Blaine was sort of used to having solo's by now, but the routine that went with it was a completely new animal, and unlike the play, he couldn't just try it again the next time if he got it wrong. He had one shot at it, and it kind of freaked him out. Then there was Kurt, who was EXSTATIC about finally getting a competition solo with New Directions.
Instead they spent time doing what they'd done before intimacy had entered the equation, talking and LOTS of (mostly) chaste kisses. If hands wandered under shirts and Kurt had a sudden fascination with Blaine's back pockets, Blaine wasn't about to complain and ruin the mood.
The week after Sectionals was a breath of relief. Kurt managed to convince Burt that Friday night dinner could be moved to Breadstix so Blaine could come and they could go to a movie after. With the Blaine coming Finn insisted on having Rachel. Because he did like Rachel and it would get them where they wanted, Kurt fell behind Finn full-heartedly. Blaine kind of just watched it all happen, amazed at his boyfriend's persuasive techniques. It was different when it wasn't happening TO him.
"Oh, Blaine, I forgot to ask yesterday, how'd your math test go?" Burt asked at a lull in the conversation.
"Ninety eight, I missed a question, didn't carry the negative all the way down," Blaine answered.
"Ah, your hundred streak broke."
"I know, I'm kind of annoyed at myself."
"Eh, you'll remember next time." Burt took a bite of his salt-less food. "You're already in an advanced class anyway; I don't think anyone'll mind you getting one thing wrong."
"True," Blaine agreed easily. His annoyance wasn't really that strong.
"What about you, Kurt? Anything new?" Burt turned to his son.
"Um," Kurt looked to ceiling like he expected to find answers written there. "I have a French test on Tuesday. Oh, and I like the glee assignment this week. We have to do something out of our usual genre slash comfort zone. I'm really curious what everyone will pick."
Finn groaned. "I don't know what to do for it."
"We'll work on it when I get home from my date." Kurt promised.
"We could do a duet," Rachel suggested.
"It's supposed to be 'out of our comfort zone'. You'd have to do a duet with Mike or something for that to happen Rachel, seriously."
Rachel got a faraway look in her eye, considering. Blaine laughed at the way Kurt's face twisted into a huff at giving her the idea.
"So what are you gonna sing, Kurt?" Carole asked, starting the conversation back.
"I don't know yet, I'm thinking something Indie maybe. I'll have to raid Blaine's collection."
Blaine sighed, thinking of a song suddenly Kurt might like. "I have one to show you later. Come to my house tomorrow?"
"Okay," Kurt nodded.
After dinner they went to the movie, or at least drove on the road to get there. They ACTUALLY stopped in the parking lot behind an old warehouse where they couldn't be seen from the road, especially with the blackness of Blaine's car factored in.
Feeling a bit safe, they dared to make out in the back seat for two hours. The windows steamed up quickly with their bodies. Soon Kurt was pressed somewhat uncomfortably into the backseat as Blaine hovered over him, sucking marks down his chest and inching his fingers under the waistband of Kurt's jeans. When Blaine's fingers swiped under the button a third time Kurt finally eased a hand between them and undid it, pulling the zipper down quickly as well before he could change his mind.
Blaine pulled back from just below Kurt's left pec and stared into Kurt's eyes. "Sure?"
"Very," Kurt promised him.
"Understood." With that Blaine fitted his fingers more firmly under Kurt's waistband and started to pull down, Kurt lifted his hips as best he could to help. It was a bit awkward getting his pants off, Blaine had to actually get off him completely and Kurt had to help more than he'd thought so the offending things were finally off his legs, but if Blaine's hungry stare was anything to go by, it was totally worth it. Kurt reached for Blaine's pants to get them off but Blaine pushed on his shoulders until they were against the somewhat cold window. "I want to try something."
"What?"
"Can I… " Blaine blushed. "My mouth?" His voice shook a little when he asked, it sent thrill up and down Kurt's spine.
He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out except a high pitched squeak, instead he nodded frantically, eager to have Blaine's mouth on him.
Blaine sighed, tension leaving the set of his shoulders. "Thank you, Kurt," Blaine said. He licked his lips.
When he was alone at night Kurt's very MALE figure was almost all he could think about. He'd felt bad thinking it when things had been so wrong with them, but it was now better and Kurt was GORGEOUS EVERYWHERE. He didn't know that was a real thing, he just thought it was hyperbole, but it wasn't apparently.
Staring again, in person, made Blaine's mouth water. Without thinking much about any of the tips he'd read online, Blaine bent forward. He moaned at the salty taste.
Above him Kurt trashed, fingers digging harshly into the leather seat and headrest. Blaine opened his eyes, looking up Kurt's body to his face. Kurt's eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth dropped open, red stained high on his cheeks. He shouldn't have looked so good like that, he SHOULD have looked ridiculous, but he SO wasn't.
Blaine lost himself in the moment, eyes falling shut and images splashing the insides of his eyelids. Blaine hovering over Kurt, pressing him down. Kurt's draped across his back. That made Blaine's eyes roll back. The image changed so that Blaine was on his back, legs over Kurt's shoulders.
Kurt grabbed his hair then and PULLED Blaine away. Blaine stared until Kurt pulled him up so they could kiss. Blaine moaned and pressed himself against the length of Kurt until he tensed.
They kissed feverishly until their breath started to settle and the kisses turned lazy. "I love you," Kurt gasped out. "Thank you, that was amazing."
"I love you too." Blaine promised. "Better than what we did last time."
"You didn't even get one, why are you saying it was better?" Kurt asked, his voice light and jovial.
"Apparently I really like doing that," Blaine answered. "It got me so hot, Kurt, you have no idea."
Kurt groaned. "Blaine, you can't just do that, you can't just say that and expect me to…" he trailed off, another moan interrupting him.
"Or maybe you do." Blaine laughed and kissed Kurt's forehead. He chanced a look at the digital clock on his dashboard. "C'mon we have to go now."
"Wednesday Carole has the late shift so Dad's going to meet her for dinner out before she has to go, they should be gone for a while. We'll have a few hours, maybe two or three. Come over." Kurt snuggled into Blaine's chest.
"Okay, I can do that."
They ended up not leaving for another twenty minutes. Kurt was almost late making it home. Blaine sort of didn't care.