A/N: You know the pants I'm talking about. This was written after that episode, but was, sadly, a failed smut attempt. I just couldn't do it. There's too much injustice right now. I'm still reeling. But don't worry children, you'll have smut before the hiatus is out.

M.

"Kurt…Kurt…I want your pants…" Blaine was kissing Kurt's neck – god, it couldn't even be classified as kissing – it was sucking and nibbling and panting and rutting against him.

"My pants?" Kurt breathed, holding Blaine up from the waist because god knows he couldn't do it himself.

"Off." Blaine whined.

"I thought you liked the pants." Kurt laughed breathlessly, all of his attention focused on the way Blaine felt rubbing up against him.

"I do, I do like the pants." Blaine murmured around his mouthful of skin. "But they need to come off."

Kurt arched his neck, giving Blaine better access, one hand moving between them in an attempt to undo his pants.

"Blaine." He laughed in exasperation. "If you want them off, you'll have to move."

Blaine was torn. He really didn't want to move – Kurt felt too good – but he also really wanted those pants off. He sucked hard at Kurt's neck for a moment, looking at the marks he was leaving as he tried to decide.

Kurt made the decision for him, rolling over and pushing Blaine onto the bed, before working his button out. Blaine made a squawk of protest, rolling onto his stomach and settling between Kurt's thighs, swatting his hands away.

Kurt chuckled and let him, leaning up onto his elbows to watch Blaine's face.

Blaine tugged the zipper down and his eyes went wide.

"You're not wearing…"

Kurt tapped Blaine's lips, silencing him as he blushed, and Blaine incredulously shucked the rest of the gold pants down his legs and carelessly tossed them to the floor. Kurt wanted to protest, but suddenly Blaine's mouth was on his cock and what was he complaining about?

The pants seemed to ignite something in Blaine, because holy fuck, this was the best blowjob in the world. He attacked Kurt's cock, sucking and grazing his teeth gently, taking Kurt as deep as he could. Kurt keened and whined, keeping a hand in Blaine's hair and clenching the sheets with his other hand.

Yes, he decided.

He would have to wear those pants more often.

A/N: Because I'm cliched and unoriginal...and also, have I mentioned tired? :)