Another prompt! I'm apparently doing a prompts-week or something without noticing. Cool.

Tomorrow I'll upload the next chapter of You're Taking Over Me :)

IMPORTANT!
I'm going away between the 13th and the 23 of July.
You already know the drill- two drabbles per day until the 12th, on which three drabbles will be posted.

Stupidly Jealous

Blaine couldn't stand it. He knew it was nothing. Kurt was always friendly. But he could not stand it.

He knew it was wrong of him to feel this way, of course- he's not going to act all possessive and rude to his boyfriend, pulling him away from a friend, for christ's sake.

But still. Something hot and furious swirled inside of him. Why does he lean so close to my Kurt? I'm right here, dammit! Does Kurt not notice at all? Doesn't he care? Why doesn't he?

His hand has been resting on Kurt's thigh for the past fifteen minutes, with no comment from Kurt. He did his best not to squeeze it as hard as he could, almost succeeding, and Kurt winced just slightly- a movement invisible to anyone else but Blaine.

"Sorry," he muttered under his breath. Kurt nodded, silently signing that it's okay.

It went on for another half an hour- which felt like a forever and a half to Blaine- until Adam leaned back and said, with his goddamn British accent, "Well, Kurt, it was lovely to see you again. Blaine, pleasure to finally meet you." He stood up, and Kurt quickly followed suit, pulling Blaine with him.

Adam's smile was perfectly genuine as he hugged Kurt and shook Blaine's hand, and that annoyed Blaine ever further. Why can't the guy be rude and disgusting so Blaine could hate him?

He just wanted to go home and forget all about Adam. He wanted Kurt to forget, too.

The ride home was quiet, although the subway was, as usual, filled to the brim with rushing people. They got to their dark apartment, and Blaine shut the door, pushing Kurt against it, breathing heavily but not kissing him.

"What is it, baby?" Kurt rested a hand on Blaine's cheek.

Blaine frowned, and dropped to his knees breathlessly. Kurt gasped softly, burying his fingers in Blaine's curls and leaning back onto the door for support.

Blaine didn't wait. Not today. He ripped the zipper of Kurt's jeans open, and pushed them down with his briefs. He didn't stop to look and admire, either- he just grabbed Kurt's hips and sank his mouth, taking in the entirety of Kurt's (still half soft) cock and sucking hard, rolling his tongue against it and pulling a moan after a moan from between Kurt's clenched teeth.

Kurt grew hard amazingly fast, dizzy and panting above him, heavy and delicious in his mouth- but he didn't have the time to taste today. He just needed Kurt so badly, needed to feel him come, needed to have him and be his.

Blaine pushed a hand down his own pants and started jerking himself off angrily, Kurt's touch guiding him to bob his head to the same rhythm.

Neither of them lasted long- it was urgent and fierce and breathless and Kurt cried out for release as Blaine pushed them both over the edge. They came together, moaning loud and shameless, and Kurt sank down to sit on the floor in front of Blaine, who looked like sin incarnated with his jeans and underwear soaked, his hair wild, and his lips swollen.

"Not that I complain, baby," breathed Kurt. "But I think something's wrong and you won't tell me what it is."

Blaine sighed, and scooted over to sit with his back to the door, leaning his head on Kurt shoulder as their hand intertwined.

"Adam," he grumbled.

"Oh, honey-"

"I know, I know, you don't see him that way and he doesn't matter and you love me. You told me," he sighed. "But I just… ugh. He's nice, he is, and he really seems to care about you a lot. I'm so happy to see you came here and began a new life and found new friends and all that… but I'm just…" Kurt's hand squeezed his. "I'm just stupidly jealous."

"It's not stupid," Kurt whispered, and Blaine smiled at the déjà vu. "I get it. I'm sorry you feel this way, and I promise I love you, and only you. Forever. 'Kay?"

"Okay," Blaine kissed Kurt's neck. Then he remembered the sticky feeling in his underwear. "Can we go take a shower now?"

"Mm, only if it means I get to fuck you in the shower."

You know what? Since my idea for the big #200 doesn't actually involve the chapter's content, and I'm on a roll with the prompts, I'm going to do this: You guys leave me the craziest prompts you can think of, AU or not, anything (besides incest or rape) that you can possibly think up- and I'll try and put as many of them as I can in #200.

We have two days, let's do it! :D