I just had the idea and it was too funny not to write. Then my over-thinking and overall stupidness ruined it.
If you know what it's titled after, you are awesome.
Apartment Life
Kurt knew he was being too loud, but couldn't bring himself to care. Blaine bit hard into his shoulder, hot and fierce and rough inside him, and he screamed with pleasure.
They just moved in their brand new apartment, which was much less shitty than the last one, and obviously, the only proper was to celebrate finally living alone, just the two of them with no other roommates, was to, well, fuck on their brand new bed.
"Close, Blaine, fuckfuckfuckfuck…!" his voice was high pitched enough to blow up a glass.
Blaine smiled, pushing as hard as he could, not very far off himself. Moments later, Kurt came with a strangled cry, clenching so hard on Blaine's dick that his orgasm was pulled out of him, his entire body shivering, trembling with his release.
Knock knock knock!
It took Blaine a second to realize that was the door. He lifted his head, still shaking a little, from Kurt's overheated, heaving chest.
Knock knock knock!
"Who the fuck is that?" he muttered. Kurt looked at him, wide eyed, and shook his head, meaning 'no idea'.
"Which one of us looks more presentable to open the door?" asked Blaine.
Kurt though for a moment, then tried to move and groaned in pain. "Fuck, baby, looks like you might have too, I don't think I can get up."
"Shit."
Blaine got up, his knees wobbly, and found a pair of sport shorts to hop into, trying to fix his hair a little on his way to the door. He was sore as well, but he couldn't deny that Kurt had to be much worse.
He opened the door to a middle-aged man, who looked slightly annoyed and a lot sleepy.
"Um, good night, sir," greeted Blaine. "What brings you here?"
The man blinked once. Twice. "Hi. You're the new guy here, right? Hummel-Anderson?"
"Yes, sir."
"Listen, man, I know you probably like that girlfriend of yours, and I've been through the same when I just moved here, but the walls are very thin here and-"
"Babe? Who was it- oh." Kurt walking (or rather, limping) into sight, wearing nothing but pajama pants, made Blaine's blush even redder, if such a thing was physically possible. Not to mention all of the hickeys on his neck and chest were perfectly visible.
They all stood in uncomfortable silence until Kurt said in a little voice, "You're Doris' husband, right? Lovely woman, she invited us to have tea with you tomorrow."
"Y-yeah, she, um, mentioned something like that," he stuttered. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize… never mind. Sorry. Goodnight."
"Goodnight?" Kurt replied, but he was already gone, his footsteps echoing when he walked upstairs, moving faster with every step.
Blaine buried his head in his hands. "I'm not going to live through that tea tomorrow."
Readers and reviewers, as always- love you all.
(Okay, if you noticed and you insist to analyze my stories- no hard feelings, I do that sometimes, too- yes, I did mean to have the man reacting strangely and awkwardly to Blaine being gay. Although not homophobic, the man still sees Blaine in a much different light when he realizes he's gay, and goes from treating him like a bro ("Listen, man", "I've been through the same") despite his own age, to being awkward, stuttering, and running away. I just see it happens sometimes and I find it kind of sad.)