weekends are the best//kurt+blaine, nc-17

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a/n; this is kind of an early birthday present to myself - something I spent my whole weekend working on and then right before I could post my internet died. RAGE. Anyway, here you go. And if any of you want to follow me on tumblr and put up with my musings as I try to work my way through fic, you’re more than welcome to.

Kurt is in a spectacularly bad mood.

He’s still seething with his long due argument with Rachel in the morning about how long her showers are and how she always uses up the hot water; he loves her dearly and they’ve been through so much together but she still manages to put his teeth on edge sometimes. She and her now four month boyfriend Ray are also driving him insane. Kurt likes Ray and he’s eternally grateful that Rachel has someone in her life because after her break up with Finn, he was worried she’d never get over it but the truth is, sometimes he just wants to come home to the quiet routine the two of them had fallen into their first couple of months in New York.

Instead, Ray is almost always around, trying to make small talk with Kurt or commenting endlessly on how amazing his wardrobe is and after the first couple of times, Kurt stopped enjoying the compliments and started getting annoyed by how transparent they were. Ray’s a good guy but sometimes Kurt just wants space to breathe and their apartment - already cramped with him and Rachel - does not give him that space when Ray is thrown into the mix.

He’s so, so thankful its Friday because that means he gets to see Blaine again. Blaine’s parents had insisted on getting him an apartment off campus when he’d decided on New York for college. His father had been so proud that his son had got into Columbia and with a decent academic scholarship to boot that the apartment had been a sort of reward. Blaine didn’t argue even though Kurt knew he’d been looking forward to making friends in residence but Blaine being Blaine still made more friends in his first week of college than Kurt had made in his first month.

Personally, Kurt didn’t get why Blaine would say no to an apartment like his. It wasn’t huge, but it was certainly comfortable enough. Truth be told, Kurt was a little envious of how easily Mr. Anderson was able to chalk up money for the place - an apartment in New York wasn’t an easy thing to pay for, Kurt knew that better than anyone; he would have given anything to have had an apartment like Blaine’s when he’d first moved out to New York a year ago. But apparently, Blaine’s college fund isn’t as constricted as Kurt’s.

Kurt isn’t complaining though. Because Blaine having his own apartment without the inconvenience of a roommate means that the two of them can spend their weekends together and have as much sex as they want without the effort of staying silent. Not that Kurt’s roommate pays him the same respect.

Weekends are easily the best part of Kurt’s week. He has one class on Friday which ends before midday which means he’s usually at Blaine’s by noon. He clings on to the fact that he’ll see Blaine on Friday whenever things get rough throughout the week.

Today though, Blaine isn’t supposed to be home until after his study group ends which unfortunately, Kurt knows is going to run pretty late. As much as Kurt wants to call Blaine and beg him to cancel and just come straight home, he doesn’t. Instead, he uses the spare key he’s had to Blaine’s apartment ever since Blaine moved in to let himself inside, expecting to find a quiet apartment where he can shower and maybe get started on his homework or just sleep on Blaine’s much more comfortable bed without the fear of waking up to a leak in the ceiling.

But when he steps through the front door and hears a voice humming along to some mindless tunes, he stops in his tracks; apparently he won’t have to spend the day waiting for Blaine after all.

His boyfriend is standing not ten steps away from him, putting away a carton of apple juice in the fridge. He doesn’t look like he’s left the apartment at all the whole day. His hair is still a wild mess like it is when he wakes up in the morning; he’s dressed in sweats that flop over his feet and an oversized Columbia hoodie. He looks like he’s drowning in his clothes but just the sight of him warms Kurt’s heart.

Blaine looks up and beams at him, taking a step towards him but before he can get a word out, Kurt is closing those ten steps between them and pulling Blaine into a bone crushing hug.

“Hello to you to,” Blaine laughs, brining his arms around Kurt and squeezing and just like that everything seems so much better. He clings to him tighter, nuzzling into Blaine’s hair mumbling incoherently and just feeling. “Kurt, I appreciate the enthusiasm but...is everything okay?” Blaine asks, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“What, I can’t hug my boyfriend?” Kurt asks sharply.

“Of course you can, but -”

“What are you doing home?” Kurt cuts him off, “I thought you had classes and that paper to work on and your stupid study group until eight...”

“Skipped class, pulled an all-nighter to finish the paper and Josh and Katie both have some weird viral flu thing so the study group got cancelled and here I am.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kurt whines, pulling Blaine even closer, and threading his fingers through his messy curls. “I’d have come over so much sooner and not been miserable the whole way here.”

“Well, after finishing my paper I kind of passed out. As you can probably tell - I just woke up.”

“Mmm,” Kurt hums in response.

“And why were you miserable? I knew something was wrong.” Blaine says as he rubs his hands along the tight muscles of Kurt’s shoulder blades. “You’re so tense...I can feel it.”

Kurt sags further against him, melting into his touch. “You’re so warm,” he says absently.

“Kurt, babe, what’s wrong?” Blaine asks again, pulling away and looking up at Kurt with a worried frown.

“Everything sucks,” Kurt says with a heavy sigh. “Everything except you,” he adds an afterthought, smoothing a thumb across Blaine’s cheekbone.

Blaine gives him a sympathetic look, his hands never pausing in their attempts to deflate some of the tension in Kurt’s back. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “You want to talk about it? I know we’ve both been ridiculously busy this week and haven’t had a chance to really talk, but you know I’m here for you, right? Whenever you need me.”

Kurt smiles a little and cups Blaine’s cheek, rough and scratchy with stubble. “I know,” he says and pulls him into a kiss. It soothes him even more than the hug. Blaine’s mouth is warm and pliant, the pressure of his lips gentle and his tongue soft and warm when it touches Kurt’s own. Kurt feels himself relaxing more and more until there’s a loud thump as Blaine loses his balance and stumbles back into the fridge and Kurt jerks away.

“Shit, sorry.” Blaine says, glaring at the fridge as if it’s the appliances fault and Kurt presses his forehead against Blaine’s as he chuckles.

“I think that was our cue to move this to the couch. Or the bed. Bed. Definitely the bed.” Kurt decides and tugs Blaine towards the bedroom at the far end of the hall. Kurt makes a quick work of the buttons on his jacket and folds it over the back of Blaine’s desk chair along with his scarf before they fall onto the mattress.

As soon as he sinks into it though, Kurt groans loudly. “Um...Kurt?” Blaine asks, hovering uncertainly over when Kurt has his face turned and buried in a pillow.

“Your bed...how can you have such a nice bed? How is it fair?” Kurt asks, flopping onto his back and staring up at the ceiling resentfully. “I bet you don’t have to wake up in the morning with dirty freezing water dripping down onto your face through disgusting cracks that do nothing for an already cheap, dismal decor.”

Blaine blinks at him.

“And I bet you don’t have to spend twenty minutes after your shower wrapped in a blanket trying to stop shivering because Rachel Berry used up all the hot water while singing her way through her morning shower set list. And you definitely don’t have to listen to her having sex with Ray every single night while you’re trying to get some sleep or walk into the kitchen in the morning to find them kissing over the coffee pot which by the way can’t make decent coffee if it tried.”

Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt’s shoulder and wordlessly pulls him against his chest. Kurt immediately buries his face in the warmth of his hoodie, throwing a leg over Blaine’s hip to snuggle in closer.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I feel like an idiot. I shouldn’t have taken that out on y -”

“Hey, shh. None of that, okay?” Blaine says, pressing a finger to Kurt’s lips. “You’ve listened to me vent plenty of times before.”

Kurt puckers his lips into a kiss against his finger and turns his face into Blaine’s palm when Blaine cups his cheek. “I love you,” he says quietly.

“I love you too.” Blaine replies, his other hand playing with the hair at the nape of Kurt’s neck, massaging just a little. The rant has relieved some of the tension Kurt’s been feeling all morning, hell all week and Blaine’s bed is incredibly soft beneath him. Between that and Blaine’s touch, Kurt feels his eyes start to get heavy.

“I’m going to fall asleep if you keep that up.” Kurt mumbles, reaching a hand up blindly to pull Blaine down so their foreheads are pressed together.

“So sleep,” Blaine says simply.

“We were supposed to have sex. Really, really amazing sex.” Kurt says sadly, his words slurring over now.

“And we will. After you wake up.” Blaine promises and then kisses him softly, just once.

+

Kurt wakes up feeling warm and content. He notices immediately that something is missing but it takes him a couple of minutes of coming back to consciousness to realize that that something is Blaine. He blinks his eyes open and looks around at the empty bed, fingers grappling at the sheets in a fruitless attempt to find his boyfriend. Eventually he collapses back against the pillows and tries to summon up the energy to move. Turns out he doesn’t have to because Blaine comes into the bedroom that exact moment, freshly showered having swapped his sweats for a pair of (well fitting) dark blue jeans but still in his Columbia hoodie.

“Do you have nothing else to wear?” Kurt asks, stretching lazily as he watches Blaine towel his hair dry.

“It’s cold and this is the warmest hoodie I have. Besides - school pride and all that.” Blaine shrugs. He throws his towel aside and climbs onto the bed moving to straddle Kurt’s stomach. “You’re awake,” he comments.

“How observant of you,” Kurt replies, his hands coming to rest on Blaine’s hips. “How long was I out?”

“About four hours. It’s almost 6.” Blaine replies.

Kurt’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wow, I was more tired than I thought. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Why would I? You were resting and I didn’t want to bother you.” Blaine says, running his hands up and down Kurt’s chest, “Besides, you know how you get when you’re cranky.” He grins as Kurt glares at him but doesn’t stop him when he leans down for a kiss. Blaine’s skin is smooth, freshly shaved when Kurt reaches up to cup his jaw. He tastes so good. He smells so good - like soap and aftershave and deodorant, everything blending together into that familiar smell that is all round just Blaine.

They kiss luxuriously; all tongues and roaming hands, rolling around the bed until they’re interrupted by Blaine’s cell phone ringing loudly in the lounge.

“Leave it,” Kurt says, turning Blaine’s face back to his so he can continue kissing him.

Blaine kisses him back distractedly for a moment. “But - what if it’s something important?” he asks, turning his face to the side again, making Kurt’s lips slide across his skin.

“Fine,” Kurt sighs as Blaine scrambles off him into the lounge.

He listens to Blaine greet someone on the other end enthusiastically and relaxes back into the bed with the knowledge that it’s not some life threatening emergency. It just makes him all the more frustrated at the loss of Blaine’s body next to him. So he throws the covers off himself and walks into the lounge where Blaine’s talking animatedly into his phone. He drapes himself across Blaine’s back wordlessly, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. Blaine idly puts his hands over Kurt’s on his stomach as he talks.

“Probably not,” Blaine says to the guy on the other end. “Not really. It’s just me and Kurt.” His hand squeezes over Kurt’s absently. “Shut up, we are not. Whatever. I’m still the one getting laid tonight.” Kurt raises an eyebrow and Blaine turns his head to the side to grin a little at him before he says a quick goodbye and throws the phone back onto the couch.

“Some of the guys are going out tonight, wanted to know if we’ll to join them.” He says, turning in Kurt’s arms so they’re facing each other.

“Why’d you say no?” Kurt asks.

Blaine frowns, “I’m sorry. Did you want to go? I just figured after the stressful week you told me about and everything you might want to stay in and -”

Kurt laughs, cutting Blaine off. “Of course I don’t want to go, silly. I’d rather spend the night with my boyfriend than be surrounded by sweaty, loud men hoping to get laid - no offence to our friends.”

“They all call us an old married couple.” Blaine laughs.

“Who cares what they call us? You’re still getting laid tonight,” Kurt winks.

Blaine grins at him and kisses him for a minute before he pulls away and claps his hands together. “Chinese, Thai, Pizza? It’s on me.”

Kurt’s stomach growls suddenly and he realizes how truly hungry he is. “I don’t care, really.” He shrugs. “Order whatever you want.”

“Pizza?” Blaine asks hopefully.

“Ugh, no.” Kurt shakes his head, “I’ll save all those calories for Christmas break, thank you.”

“Chinese?”

“Sounds good.” Kurt nods.

Blaine rolls his eyes, “Why do you even bother pretending to let me have a say?”

“Because then you think you have a say,” Kurt says fondly, patting Blaine’s cheek before he turns and heads to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower,” he calls over his shoulder.

Blaine’s bathroom isn’t huge but it’s nicer than Kurt’s. Just like his whole apartment. Kurt tries not to resent Blaine too much because it isn’t his fault that Kurt is living in the tiniest, most cramped living space imaginable. But he can’t stop the moan from escaping his lips when he steps into the tub and feels the warm water hit his body. The water pressure isn’t the best but it’s still so good and so much better than the freezing cold showers he’s had to endure over the week. He braces himself against the tiled wall of the bathroom as the droplets cascade down his back and doesn’t hear the bathroom door open.

“You just showered,” Kurt says when he feels Blaine step in behind him and slide his arms around his waist, but he’s grinning.

“I figured you might want some company.” Blaine replies, his hand warm and heavy just a few inches above where Kurt really wants it to be.

“You’re so smart.” Kurt says, pushing back and feeling Blaine’s hard against his ass.

“Aren’t you lucky to have me?” Blaine teases.

Kurt turns around and looks at Blaine smiling at him goofily, hair still damn from his shower and getting steadily wetter from the spray above them. “So, so lucky,” Kurt says quietly, his voice echoing around the tiny bathroom as he leans down to kiss Blaine. The kiss doesn’t last long because Blaine slides to his knees; the soft, wet heat of his mouth pretty soon robbing Kurt of any coherent thought.

+

It’s raining outside when Kurt and Blaine stumble out of the shower, towelling each other dry and stealing a kiss in between pulling their clothes on. Kurt tips the delivery guy generously just because he’s feeling light and happy and the poor guy is soaked. Blaine puts his iTunes on shuffle and lights a scented candle just to add to the ambiance and they sit on the floor in comfortable silence going over their homework as they eat their early dinner straight out of the carton - Kurt uses chopsticks, Blaine insists on a fork.

Kurt would rather shove his books and notes into his bag and not glance at them twice especially since it’s Friday and he has two whole days to work on it but it’s the sensible thing to do. If they don’t at least look over their work right now, their weekends end up being nothing but a wonderful haze of sex and just being together and Sunday night is spent rushing through essays and reading in an already frustrated mood because it means they’re back at their respective apartments.

But right now, even the most sensible part of Kurt’s brain can’t convince him to concentrate. He’s too caught up in the feeling of Blaine’s toe rubbing his ankle under the coffee table, the faint tap-tap-tap of the rain hitting the windows over Adele singing about what she would do to make you feel her love, the warm glow of the lamps in Blaine’s lounge, the noodles trapped between his chopsticks that he’s currently staring at...

“This is nice,” he comments absently.

Blaine looks up from his book. “The noodles, the music or this?” he asks, pressing harder against Kurt’s ankle with his toe.

“Everything,” Kurt replies.

Blaine mutters something under his breath that sounds like fuck it and pushes his book aside. “I’ll regret it later but there’s no point staring at the pages, I can’t concentrate.”

Grateful to not have been the first to visibly give up, Kurt closes his notebook and sets it on the floor. “Same here,” he says.

Blaine’s toe resumes stroking Kurt’s foot and he takes his hand over the table. “Okay, so I have something to tell you,” he starts.

“What’s wrong?” Kurt asks immediately panicking at the look on Blaine’s face. It’s not a nice look.

“Calm down, it’s nothing bad. Well...nothing too bad,” he amends, frowning a little.

“Blaine -” Kurt warns.

“It’s good, it’s okay. Stop freaking out!” Blaine reassures him quickly, “Remember how we were going to go back to Ohio together for Christmas break?” Kurt nods, “Yeah, well...dad called while you were asleep and...He wants me to come home a little early.”

Kurt raises his eyebrows, “Wait, what?”

“Please don’t be mad. It’s just three days before and we’d have had to separate once we got there anyway and I’ll still see y-”

“Blaine,” Kurt stops him, “I’m not mad. Just - why?”

Blaine face breaks into a grin. “He says he wants to spend time with me,” he says and Kurt feels Blaine’s hand tighten, squeezing his fingers with uncontained excitement. “He wants to spend time with me, Kurt. You know how Christmas is in my family; all big dinners and parties, never anything that actually counts as family time. But this time, he actually cancelled a cruise he’s had booked for months just so he could have extra time with us - with me - before all the obligatory parties. He even offered to reschedule my flight bookings and everything.”

Kurt can feel the excitement emanating from Blaine. It’s infectious. He squeezes Blaine’s hand and returns his grin, “That’s amazing Blaine. I’m so happy for you.”

“I asked him if I could invite you over to dinner sometime,” Kurt tenses up. Despite how major a role Kurt’s played in his son’s life, Mr. Anderson relationship with him is strained at best. Blaine seems unaware of Kurt’s hesitancy, “- and he said that he’d like that.”

Kurt stares at him. “W-w- he said that?” he asks, amazed.

Blaine nods, “He’s coming around Kurt. I think my decision to go to law school and the scholarship and the distance is helping but ... he’s coming around. He asked about you, I told him you were sleeping.”

“You told him I was sleeping here?”

“Of course,” Blaine says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “Why wouldn’t I? He knows when he got this place that you would be spending nights here. He knows we’ve been dating for almost five years and that you’re not going anywhere. He knows - he just never seemed to want to acknowledge any of it but now...” he trails off, his thumb sweeping back and forth across the back of Kurt’s hand as he eats.

“That’s...wow.” Kurt breathes.

“I know,” Blaine responds, grinning widely.

“I’m actually kind of nervous now,” Kurt admits.

“I wouldn’t be,” Blaine says, “My mom already loves you, it’s only a matter of time before he warms up to you enough to actually show how much he likes you.”

“He likes me?” Kurt scoffs.

“Do you really think, knowing my dad, that if he didn’t like you he’d let me continue to date you, transfer schools for you, go to college in the same city as you and get me an apartment knowing I’d inevitably have sex on every available surface with you?”

“That’s...okay, um.” Kurt doesn’t really know how to respond to that.

Blaine shrugs, “Do you mind if we start on some early Christmas shopping tomorrow? I was going to go next week but -”

“Blaine, you really don’t need to try and convince me to go shopping for presents.” Kurt says with a grin. “Besides, you need someone to help your hopeless shopping skills.”

“Hey! I am awesome at Christmas shopping! Remember that scarf I got you last year?”

“You mean the one I’d been hinting at for a month beforehand?” Kurt smirks.

“Point taken,” Blaine says with a small grin. He nods to the carton of noodles and asks, “Are you done eating yet?” with just a hint of impatience.

“Yeah, I think I’ve had enough.”

“Awesome.” Blaine jumps up and grabs the empty cartons and paper bags and goes to dump them on the kitchen counter. “Ice cream? Beer? Really, really cheap wine?” he offers.

“No thanks.” Kurt calls back, cracking open his fortune cookie, not really bothering to read the cheesy fortune inside or eat the cookie.

“Coffee? I promise it tastes good.”

“Tempting,” Kurt says, grinning at Blaine over his shoulder, “Maybe later.”

“Well that’s settled then.” Blaine says, walking back over to Kurt and holding out a hand to him. Kurt takes it and stands up and Blaine wastes no time in pressing their mouths together and oh, okay.

They leave the music playing on Blaine’s computer on low volume as they stumble to the bedroom, shedding clothes as they go. Kurt’s shivering by the time they fall onto the bed so Blaine tears his mouth away from his skin long enough to pull the comforter on top of them and Kurt sighs happily against Blaine’s neck because it is infinitely warmer like this.

Blaine kisses Kurt once quickly before he moves to latch onto a spot on Kurt’s collarbone, sucking at it with intent.

“Are you trying to give me a hickey?” Kurt asks, panting heavily.

“Duh,” Blaine replies, nipping lightly at the tender flesh then licking over it. “That’s the amazing thing about winters - scarves cover everything.”

Kurt can’t find it in him to argue and it’s not like he’s particularly averse to Blaine’s ministrations so he just fists his hand in Blaine’s hair and strains his head back to give him more skin to work with. Blaine moves to attack his mouth hungrily when he seems satisfied with the state of the hickey, his hips thrusting against Kurt’s in a familiar, steady rhythm.

Eventually, his movements slow down to a gentler pace, kisses becoming deep and languid but devoid of the urgency before. Kurt has the feeling that Blaine doesn’t want this to end too quickly and Kurt agrees wholeheartedly with the sentiment but at the same time, he’s feeling the desire to come building up inside him so he turns his mouth away from Blaine’s leaving him to press kisses along jaws as he asks, “Lube?”

“You know where it is,” Blaine mumbles, rolling Kurt’s earlobe between his teeth.

“I can’t move with you on top of me, can I?”

Blaine groans but doesn’t move away from Kurt as he reaches an arm out to blindly pull at the side table drawer. He loses his balance and collapses on top of Kurt who feels like he just had the breath knocked out of him. “Blaine!” he gasps. “Move you idiot, I can’t breathe!”

“Sorry, sorry, damn drawer... got stuck.” Blaine scrambles off him leaving Kurt to focus on getting his breathing back to normal. “Are you okay?” Blaine asks when he finally turns back with the bottle of lube in his hands. Kurt doesn’t know why but suddenly he can’t help himself and he starts to laugh. “Are you laughing at me?” Blaine asks sadly. “You’re laughing at me aren’t you? I am the least sexy thing ever.”

“I’m sure you’ll find evidence to the contrary,” Kurt says, pressing close enough for Blaine to feel his erection against his thigh.

Blaine grumbles as he rolls back on top of Kurt. But his voice is gentle and inquiring when he hold up the lube and asks “How do you want it?”

“I just want you...” Kurt replies simply, reaching up to trace Blaine’s ear with a finger. “I don’t care.”

A shiver runs through Blaine’s body as he asks, “Top, please?”

There’s really no way Kurt would say no. He takes the bottle from Blaine’s hand and flips their positions, squirting some lube onto his fingers and coating them thoroughly. He’s barely got one finger inside of him when Kurt’s phone goes off somewhere in the apartment.

Blaine tenses immediately but grabs onto Kurt’s hand. “No. Please...don’t stop,” he begs, voice scratchy and desperate.

“Are you crazy?” Kurt asks and to prove his point, presses in further making Blaine writhe underneath him. The phone eventually stops ringing only to start up again a second later but Kurt ignores it and adds another finger, crooking his fingers just a little when he pulls out and -

“YES! Oh my god, Kurt...yes.” Kurt grins and rubs over the spot again with slightly more pressure and Blaine thrashes wildly in response, hands fisting in the sheets.

Blaine is utterly gorgeous like this and the sight of him sends a burst of arousal through Kurt. He leans down to press a kiss to his cheek, fingers still moving in a steady rhythm. “You’re gorgeous.” Kurt whispers over the sound of Blaine’s heavy panting.

“Hrrrnnnggg” is all Blaine can manage in response. Kurt smiles and sits up, turning his attention back to his fingers. He pulls them out, eliciting a whimper from Blaine only to add more lube and push three back inside. Somewhere in the background, Kurt’s phone is still ringing. Kurt worries just for a moment that it might be something important until Blaine tugs him down to kiss him all open mouthed and sloppy, murmuring, “Inside me - now. Please,” making Kurt promptly forget about the phone. It stops ringing eventually.

He leans over Blaine to the drawer, already open and feels around for the familiar square packet. He finds none. His fingers close on a box and he pulls it out only to find it empty. Blaine is jerking himself off with a steadily increasing pace beneath him, keeping up a string of, “Hurry up, Kurt. What is taking so long?”

“Shit,” Kurt mutters as he lets the box drop to the floor.

“What?” Blaine asks tersely.

“We’re out of condoms.”

“What?!” Panic flashes across Blaine’s face and it would be laughable if the situation weren’t so tragic. “No, no! Are you sure?”

“No, Blaine. I’m just teasing you.” Kurt snaps.

“Please let that be true, please....” Blaine whimpers. “Well..do you have any, in your bag maybe?” he asks hopefully.

Kurt shakes his head in silent regret. “I thought you’d have more than enough.” Blaine closes his eyes and breathes deeply and Kurt leans down to brush his sweaty hair out of his face, “It’s okay,” he whispers, “I can still use my hand or my mouth or -”

“Or you can just fuck me.” Blaine says quietly.

Kurt freezes. Blaine opens his eyes slowly, he’s still panting heavily, pupils blown wide with lust but shining with the familiar love that Kurt’s come to expect from his gaze. They stare at each other in silence, the seconds stretching out between them filled only with the hum of music still playing on Blaine’s laptop in the lounge.

“Are you freaking out?” Blaine asks.

“Kind of, yes,” Kurt admits.

“Don’t.” Blaine says, pressing their foreheads together.

“Blaine this is - this is a big deal.” Kurt says, his voice shaking a little.

“We’ve talked about it before,” Blaine points out. “It’s not like I’m just springing it out on you right now, we decided we’d try it eventually.”

“Talked about it, yes but...”

“We’ve been tested,” Blaine continues, “and Kurt, trust me I want this. I want you.” His eyes are wide and earnest when they look up at him. He cups Kurt’s face in his hands, “I love you.”

Kurt feels tears spring up, hot and burning and he blinks furiously, trying to stop them before they spill, before Blaine notices. It doesn’t matter though because Blaine does notice and immediately starts pressing kisses to his face.

“Hey, hey, hey...” he says. “Kurt,” and that’s it. The softness in his voice when Blaine says his name pulls a choked sob out of him. “Oh my god, don’t cry. That’s just - no!” Kurt feels like an idiot but he lets Blaine wipe away the single tear that’s sprung free and is trailing down his cheek and kiss him tenderly. “This is the weirdest sex we’ve ever had,” Blaine says, smiling. “First you laugh at me and then you start crying...”

Kurt laughs and shakes his head, dipping down to kiss Blaine hard, channelling all his emotions into that one kiss. He pulls away, breathing heavily. “Are you sure about this?” he asks.

Blaine nods, “I love you.” He repeats.

“I love you too, god, I love you.” Kurt says, grinding his forehead against Blaine’s and kissing him deeply for a moment before he pulls back and takes a deep breath to steady himself. He reaches for the discarded lube and coats himself with a generous amount before lining himself up and pushing in slowly. It’s...different. Everything seems so much closer, so much more intimate, so much more intense.

They’re just getting into a rhythm, not yet over the different sensations when Blaine’s phone blares loudly with the most horrific ringtone ever and they both jump. Kurt groans because, really? Can they not go one night without being cockblocked by their phones?

Blaine on the other hand, goes deathly pale. “What, Blaine? Blaine, what’s wrong?” Kurt asks.

“Your dad,” Blaine chokes out.

“What?” Kurt frowns.

“That’s ... oh my god, that’s your dad calling!” he pushes Kurt off of him.

“Blaine what the hell?” but Blaine rushes out to the lounge leaving a bewildered Kurt kneeling on the bed with an aching erection.

Kurt hears Blaine answer the phone with a shaky, “Hello? Yes, Mr. Hummel...” and Kurt knows immediately that his father must sound scary because Blaine only ever calls his dad Mr. Hummel anymore when he’s being intimidating. Blaine walks back into the bedroom before Kurt can get up, looking scared. “He was in the shower. No, yes, I meant we were sleeping and then he went to no-no uh-just...here.” and he thrusts the phone at Kurt who glares at him.

“Dad?” and shit, this is probably the most awkward position he’s ever been in - even worse than the time his dad had caught them fooling around on the couch - stark naked, seconds after barebacking with his boyfriend for the first time and talking to his dad in his sex voice. He clears his throat and tries to focus on Burt’s worried voice as Blaine slips under the comforter and tries to warm his feet.

“-the hell have you been? I called you a million times already. Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? I almost had another heart attack.”

“I’m sorry dad, I was busy working on -” Blaine shoots up beside him, mouthing sleep! I told him you were asleep! “- sleeping.” Kurt says, brow frowning before he punches Blaine’s arm.

“You’re sleeping over at Blaine’s place?”

“You know I spend my weekends with him, dad.” Kurt says firmly.

He can almost see the expression on his father’s face as he digests the information. “Why couldn’t he just answer your phone? Would’ve saved me a lot of worrying.”

“He was sleeping with me.” Kurt replies realizing a moment too late that he basically just confirmed they were having sex. Burt’s not stupid enough to take his excuse seriously and he’s certainly smart enough to put two and two together.

“Oh,” Burt says, voice suddenly awkward. “Um. Uh. Okay. I just wanted to know you were alright.”

“Was that it?” Kurt asks.

“No, but it’s not important right now. I’ll let you two go back to s-SLEEP!” he shouts the last word and Kurt winces, holding the phone away from him. When he puts it back to his ear he can hear Burt and Carole whispering feverishly in the background. “You take care kiddo,” his dad says, voice suddenly closer again and words rushed. “Call me after you’re done...sleeping. Or just call me tomorrow. Yeah.”

Kurt closes his eyes, cheeks flushing as he says, “I will.”

He sits on the bed after ending the call, phone fisted in his hand and pressed against his forehead. His boner is long, long gone and he feels incredibly frustrated when he turns to look down at Blaine who is peeking out at him from under his pillow.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Kurt snarls, “Why would you answer my dad’s phone when we’re...” he gestures between them.

“I panicked okay?!” Blaine says, “I just panicked.” He buries his face in the pillow again and Kurt sighs as he stands up. “Where are you going?”

“To find my pants,” Kurt snaps.

“No, wait!”

“The moods been effectively slaughtered, honey.” Kurt replies dryly as he picks up his discarded pants and pulls them on. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer for coffee now.” He picks up a top which turns out to be Blaine hoodie and he tugs it on anyway. It’s warm and soft and smells like Blaine. Kurt resists the urge to hug himself because a) that’s silly and b) he’s still pissed at Blaine for answering the phone. Though he’s secretly glad he could put his worried father at ease - stress is never good for him.

“How did you know it was my dad?” Kurt asks, turning back to Blaine who’s still buried under the covers.

“He has his own ringtone,” Blaine replies miserably.

Right. “Why?” Kurt asks, crossing his arms.

Blaine turns around and props himself up on his elbows. “Sometimes I answer the phone with really ridiculous greetings,” Kurt grins because yes, yes he does. “and I didn’t want your dad to think I was some crazy fool.”

“You are a crazy fool.” Kurt points out. Blaine glares at him, “Now make me coffee.”

“Is it weird that I’m kind of totally turned on by you bossing me around?” Blaine asks.

“I’ll file that away for later.”

+

The playlist on Blaine’s iTunes has long since ended and neither of them bother starting it up again. They flick through random tv channels until settling on a marathon of Friends reruns. Blaine is pouting just a little and Kurt’s still angry at him - kind of. But Kurt snuggles close to him on the couch anyway, his back pressed to Blaine’s chest, a wool blanket covering them both and an almost empty mug of (admittedly, really, really good) coffee in his hand.

“Can you put this back? I don’t want to move,” Kurt says when he finishes his coffee, holding out his empty mug to Blaine. Blaine mumbles something incoherent but takes the mug and sets it aside. “That was probably the best coffee I’ve had in weeks.” Kurt says even though he’d cracked and treated himself to Starbucks a few days ago but still...

“Glad to hear it.” Blaine replies stiffly but his hand is rubbing up and down Kurt’s arm.

Kurt smiles, tilts his head up and kisses Blaine’s chin. “Thank you.”

Blaine hums vaguely in response, hand still rubbing Kurt’s arm. They watch in silence as an episode ends only to be followed by the title sequence of another. But Kurt’s concentration is slowly slipping away because Blaine’s other hand has slipped beneath his hoodie to rest on his stomach; warm, calloused and heavy. Not moving, just touching his skin.

“Hey Blaine?” Kurt starts, trying to keep his voice and breathing even despite the fact that the simple pressure of Blaine’s unmoving hand is getting him worked up again.

“Hmm?” Blaine asks, idly pressing his mouth to Kurt’s temple.

The hand on his stomach slides up just an inch but it’s enough to make Kurt’s breath hitch. He promptly loses track of what he was going to say, it doesn’t seem important anymore. “Nothing,” Kurt says, his voice embarrassingly high. He can feel Blaine smiling against his hair. Kurt turns around in his arms, Blaine’s hand sliding to rest on his lower back as he smiles widely at him. Kurt had planned to tease him for a lot longer before he gave in but the way Blaine’s hand is tracing patterns on his skin is making him flush and there’s no hiding the pink of a blush on skin as pale as his.

Blaine’s grin widens when he senses victory, Kurt glares at him. “What?” Blaine asks, feigning innocence.

“I hate you,” Kurt says just for the heck of it because he really, really doesn’t, before he kisses him.

Blaine’s grinning against his lip but he quickly gets into it, licking his way into Kurt’s mouth, nibbling at his lip, throwing a leg over his to bring them closer together. “I have lube in my pocket,” Blaine says excitedly, struggling to disentangle his arms so he can reach.

Kurt stares at him, “Seriously?” he asks, shaking his head.

“Yeah...hang on,” Blaine says, not seeming to catch the judgement in Kurt’s tone. He squirms a little beneath him and Kurt has to bite his lip when their erections brush, giving him only the barest of the friction that he needs. Blaine finally succeeds in pulling out the lube and holds it out to Kurt, grinning happily. “There! I brought it with me when we came out.”

Kurt takes the lube from his hands, “You planned this?”

“Is it planning if you know it’s going to happen anyway?”

“Yes,”

“Then, okay. Yes.”

“We’re going to make a mess if we stay here.”

“I don’t care, just ... come on.” Blaine says impatiently, raising his hips.

“Well, I care.” Kurt retorts. “I’m not ruining your perfectly good couch with lube and come stains. I happen to like it.”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before!”

Kurt ignores him and tries to get up but between the blanket and Blaine’s legs, everything is too tangled together and with a yelp, he crashes to the floor, pulling Blaine down with him.

The fall hasn’t seemed to have shaken Blaine. He doesn’t waste a single moment in tearing his own shirt over his head and then leaning down to push Kurt’s (well, Blaine’s) hoodie up enough for him to kiss his stomach. “This is fine, this is good. You’re a genius.” Blaine mumbles into his skin.

“I was aiming for the bedroom ah-” Kurt’s arches up as Blaine swirls his tongue around his belly button, “but okay, this works too...”

Blaine fumbles with the button of Kurt’s jeans, simultaneously trying to kick his own off with a little too much enthusiasm. “Stop, stop!” Kurt says, grabbing onto Blaine’s forearms to steady him when Blaine’s knee very nearly smashes into his balls.

“Kurt if you don’t get these off me right now I am going to die,” Blaine declares.

“That would be unfortunate.” Kurt says, kissing Blaine’s jaw quickly before he moves to undo both their jeans and pull them off with a lot more ease. The cool air hitting their overheated flesh makes the hair on Kurt’s legs stand up and a tiny shiver runs through him. But then Blaine’s mouth is back on his, warm and wet and he forgets about being cold, forgets everything except the feeling of Blaine.

+

They manage to clean themselves up afterwards, still trembling through aftershocks as they stumble back into the bedroom and collapse on the bed, burrowing under the covers.

Kurt’s body feel loose and happy and the way Blaine is idly pressing kisses to his chest, arms squeezed around Kurt’s middle makes warmth spread through him. He curls his toes, nuzzles his nose in Blaine’s hair and presses closer. “That was quite possibly the best sex we’ve ever had,” he comments.

They’ve had pretty amazing sex before - times when it was a lot more drawn out, in much more romantic settings than on the floor of Blaine’s lounge, Kurt still wearing his hoodie and a blanket tangled awkwardly around them. But for some reason, Kurt’s never felt as connected to Blaine as he did today. Maybe it was the condoms or lack thereof, maybe it was just how long it’s been since he’s seen him last. But even the first time they’d had sex after a separation of almost five months the year Kurt went to college and Blaine was still in high school doesn’t seem to match up to the intensity of tonight.

“I agree,” Blaine mumbles. “But my opinion doesn’t really count because I think every time we have sex is the best we’ve ever had.”

Kurt smiles, “Okay, so to be fair - that has to be in the top ten at least.”

“Top five.”

“Top three,” Kurt amends and grins widely when Blaine lifts his head to smile at him.

“Definitely.” Blaine agrees. They lie in silence for a few minutes before Blaine speaks up, “Kurt?”

“Hmm?”

“I was going to wait until Christmas break to ask you but I think it’s better if I ask right now in case...well...I have something to ask you.” Kurt frowns down at Blaine, curious and waits for him to continue. Blaine doesn’t speak immediately - he props himself up on an elbow so he’s looming over Kurt and takes his time raking his eyes over Kurt’s face as if he’s drinking in the sight of him. Kurt waits patiently, raising his eyebrows a little as if to say well? I’m waiting. “Move in with me.” Blaine says finally.

Kurt’s eyebrows shoot up, “What?”

“Move in with me. Here. Live with me.” Blaine repeats.

“Blaine, I-” Kurt bites his lip when he sees Blaine’s face crumble. “I know I’ve been bitching about Rachel and the apartment a lot lately but I don’t want you to feel like you’re oblig-”

“No! Hey, no. No way. Listen,” Blaine stops him, “I’ve been thinking about this for like, forever. When dad first told me about the apartment I immediately thought of asking you right then. But we were kind of going through a rough patch and I didn’t really know how to bring it up and you’d come over every weekend anyway but it’s just not enough anymore, Kurt. Seeing you for three days is not enough when I could see you every single day. I want to see you every single day. I want to come home to you, I want you to come home to me - I want you to be able to hug me when you need to without waiting until Friday. I want us to be able to vent about stupid things to each other and bitch about life together.  I want your face to be the last thing I see every night and the first thing I see every morning. I want to watch you do your crazy skin moisturizing routine and practice lines and shit, just go to the toilet or like brush your teeth I don’t care. I just want to spend every minute of every day with you and the only way that’s going to be even a little bit possible is if live together.”

Kurt swallows the lump in his throat, frozen completely as he watches Blaine ramble on above him. “That - that kind of sounds like a marriage proposal.” Kurt chokes out in a small voice.

“Not yet...maybe one day. You bet it’ll be much more eloquent though.” Blaine says, smiling at him.

“Who says you’re the one who’s going to be proposing?” Kurt teases, but his heart is feeling lighter than before at the thought that this is actually happening. That Blaine is asking him to move in with him, that he’s hinting at a future together. “You’re absolutely sure about this?” Kurt asks for the second time that night.

“Positive.” Blaine says, entwining his hand with Kurt’s over his chest. “I want this so much, you can probably use your answer as a substitute for my Christmas present.” He grins but then visibly panics. “That is only if you’re saying yes. You’re saying yes, right? Please say, yes.” Blaine says, squeezing Kurt’s fingers. “I know it’s not exactly close to your school but then neither is where you’re living right now and I promise I’ll be a better flatmate than Rachel and I normally don’t run out of hot water. And if it really makes you uncomfortable, I’ll let you pay rent or whatever even though that’s just stupid I mean - think of how much you could save Kurt and -”

“Blaine, Blaine...” Kurt says, trying to calm his very, very jittery boyfriend down. Blaine takes a deep breath and stares at Kurt expectantly. “Yes. Yes, you idiot. I’ll move in with you.” Kurt says, grinning.

Blaine smashes their lips together in a kiss that is mostly just teeth clacking because he’s grinning so much but when he pulls back, his whole face is glowing.

“I’m imagining Rachel’s face when I tell her. I kind of feel bad...” Kurt says but he’s grinning. “At least this way, she won’t feel guilty having Ray sleep over all the time.”

“She’s welcome to visit anytime she wants.” Blaine offers quickly. “And this way, you’re friendship won’t shatter like it was threatening to this week.”

“Mmm...” Kurt agrees absently but then something strikes him, “Wait...”

“What?” Blaine asks, immediately looking worried that Kurt’s changed his mind.

“My dad....” Kurt says slowly. “And your dad...We’re going to have to tell them.”

Blaine doesn’t really seem unfazed by this information. “Like I said - we’ve been spending weekends together since I moved out here, Kurt they know.”

“Yeah but...this’ll be making it official.”

“So?”

“So...I don’t know. It’s scary.” Kurt looks at Blaine and he can see that Blaine understands what he means. It’s not just telling their parents that they’re moving in together when they’re still so young, when they could still break up and have their hearts broken - Kurt doesn’t want to think that’s even a possibility - but it’s scary, it’s definitely a little bit scary. Like the first time they’d had sex - completely in love with each other but at the same time terrified of baring everything for the other to potentially trample over.

But no, Kurt reminds himself. They’ve been through so much together and they’ve come out stronger. There have been disagreements and fights and long distance and Sebastian and then briefly after Kurt came to New York - Ethan. But in the end, it’s always been Blaine. It will always be Blaine. Kurt doesn’t think he could part with Blaine if his life depended on it.

He thinks of living with Blaine, of all the little things he’d get to enjoy like Blaine humming to himself while he goes about his routine. Blaine kicking him in the shin as he rolls over in his sleep, blindly seeking him out to cuddle into. Blaine in his stupid oversized hoodie and flopping sweats melting away the stress of a long day with a firm hug and a soft kiss...

Blaine seems to be lost in thought just as much as Kurt is but he’s the first to break out of his reverie. He cups Kurt’s face, strokes a thumb along his cheekbone and whispers. “I love you Kurt,”

“Does it need saying?” Kurt asks softly as Blaine brushes their noses together, “I love you too.”

Blaine kisses him; slow and gentle just like their kiss in the kitchen that morning and it relaxes him until every bone in his body feels like jelly. Kurt doesn’t remember how long they kiss, when Blaine moves his mouth away to start nosing along his jaw, fingers playing with his hair, pressing into the bone of his neck and coaxing him to sleep. All he knows is that there is nothing in this moment that can make him feel anything other than utterly, utterly content.