Another Let It Snow drabble, although this one is also partially inspired by Baby It's Cold Outside.
I'm a such sucker for Christmas songs. (Never let your religion stop you, kids!)
We're Still Good-Bying
"Blaine, I'll be-" his sentence is cut with another kiss and a quiet gasp. "Late."
"Mm, don't care," Blaine slides his hands up Kurt's arms and wraps them around his neck; Kurt stumbles back and leans against the door.
They kiss for a long moment, tongues teasing softly and goose-bumps rising to the slurping sounds their mouths make.
Blaine's lower region is too obviously taking interest, and he carefully angles his hips away from Kurt's. Kurt catches on quickly, and giggles against his mouth.
When they break apart from the kiss, Kurt smiles, gasping for air. "I had a wonderful time tonight," he says.
Blaine rubs their noses together in an Eskimo kiss. "Me too."
"I have to leave to make it in time for curfew."
"No."
Blaine kisses him again, soft yet powerful, like the whisper of the waves crushing on the shore.
Kurt strokes his cheek. "I seriously have to go."
Blaine huffs. "Don't want you to."
"Mm, I know. I'll see you tomorrow," says Kurt and kisses him again, which proves to be a mistake five minutes later when they're still making out, gradually getting closer.
Eventually, Kurt is fifteen minutes late for curfew, but it's worth it when he slides into bed, still fuzzy-warm from kissing Blaine, and falls asleep with a smile on his face, drifting into sweet dreams full of tender kisses and soft touches.