Well this is not even proposal related.

I just wanted smut. (With mindreader!Blaine.)

And I ain't even sorry.

(Kurt's thoughts are in Italic bold)

Sleepovers

Sleepovers are a thing.

They happen a lot. They happened before Blaine realized he was completely and utterly in love with Kurt, and they continue when they're already dating.

The door is always open when they're at Kurt's house; sometimes it isn't when they're at Blaine's, but just because his parents are already asleep.

It's not like they're having sex yet anyway- sure, they've talked about it, but they're happy taking things slowly for now.

They're good with sex stuff, though. Kurt knows Blaine watches porn every once in a while and Blaine knows about his magazines. Neither of them is ashamed. They sext, sometimes- it's not embarrassing anymore. And one time, Blaine almost came in his pants when they were making out and Kurt's thoughts were going wild; he pushed Kurt away slightly and that was it. Kurt understood, said it could happen to him, too. They agreed to keep hands above the equator and just say so if they need to stop.

But when Blaine falls asleep at their post-date-night sleepover at Kurt's house, he wakes up to very, very loud thoughts. He usually sleeps through anything, but either he wasn't asleep for long or Kurt's thoughts are really, really loud tonight.

Oh my god, I'm the worst boyfriend.

He doesn't open his eyes when Kurt slowly, carefully rises from the bed. It takes him a second to realize Kurt's headed towards the bathroom, and he can't see why that would make him a bad boyfriend.

Until Kurt shuts the door (and man, his thoughts really are loud if Blaine can hear them that clearly from that distance) and spends no time unzipping his pants and shoving them down with his underwear and…

Squeezing his dick in his palm and groaning.

Blaine bites his lip. It's wrong and he shouldn't listen, but he can't turn it off nor go to sleep. And his dick is starting to take interest as well.

He can see his own face in Kurt's mind, and the picture is hazy but it's obvious what Kurt's thinking about. He's thinking about kissing Blaine and he's thinking about how his tongue licks his lower lip and huh! Because Blaine knew he liked it, and he'll do it again, and oh, suddenly Kurt's not thinking about them kissing anymore.

Kurt thinks about Blaine kissing his stomach and that makes Blaine whimper. And Kurt's moaning and even though Blaine can't actually hear it from down the hall, he can hear it through Kurt's thoughts.

And then Kurt's moaning again, and he's enjoying the sound. And he moans lower, on purpose, and he imagines it's Blaine's moan, and Blaine wants to go in that bathroom and let Kurt know what he really sounds like.

But he doesn't go in the bathroom. He crosses his legs over his aching cock. And he shuts his eyes as tight as he can and tries not to listen, and it doesn't work.

Kurt's moaning faster now, moving his hand over his dick and jerking off and Blaine hears it, and he knows Kurt's thinking about his hand and while it's weird it really isn't.

Just then Kurt does something Blaine isn't prepared for- he starts thinking about Blaine's mouth on his dick. And Blaine aches to barge into that bathroom and give him his mouth, exactly like he imagines it; he wants to suck him off fast and hard and ruthless, and feel that amazingly hard dick in his mouth. His own cock is crying for attention now, but he can't stop listening to Kurt sighing and shuddering at the feeling of his own hand and the image of Blaine's lips and tongue.

When Kurt comes, oh, it's glorious. Beautiful. Devastating. He shivers and tightens his fist as he moves it faster, whimpering Blaine's name.

Blaine whines as quietly as he can into his fist, which somehow ended up in his mouth. He can't jerk off himself, he knows he can't because that will be sticky and gross, so he focuses on the noise of the clock ticking away on the nightstand while Kurt's thoughts get quieter, although he can still hear glimpses of him cleaning himself and washing his hands.

When he comes back, he lies as far away from Blaine as possible, his thoughts a mess of guilt and shame. Blaine pretends to still be asleep and rolls over, wrapping an arm over Kurt's waist and resting his head on Kurt's shoulder.

Yeah, they'll be talking about this tomorrow when they wake up.

And hey, maybe Kurt will agree to tell Blaine some of those fantasies in person… so that one day Blaine can act on them.

But that's for later; right now, he feels Kurt growing comfortable under his hug, and full of content, he falls asleep again.