It was Friday night – 7:15 to be precise – and Blaine sat solemnly on his sofa listening to the ticking of his clock. With each tap his mind delved further into the realm of self pity; he should be out with Kurt right now. His entire body ached at the thought.

Tap, tap, taptap, tap.

This time the tapping came from the front door.

Blaine's curious head snapped up. He wasn't expecting anyone and his parents wouldn't be home until late Monday night.

This mystery drew Blaine towards the wooden frame and his hand raced to turn the door knob. A gust of wind propelled the door open.

Before Blaine could utter a word, Kurt's lips smacked against his. His fingers entwined in Blaine's gelled hair and pulled him closer. The piercing wind crashed against their bodies but it was undetectable as the boys lost themselves in the heat of the kiss.

Suddenly Blaine pulled away as if he'd bee burnt from the sparks he felt during the kiss.

'Kurt,' he breathed, 'what are you doing here?' Blaine's confused words still left a bitter taste on his tongue.

'I had to see you,' he reasoned as one hand carefully plucked a stray hair from Blaine's face and brushed it back into the gelled mess.

Blaine took another step back, 'I'm so confused Kurt.' Liquid pools of pain clouded his eyes, blurring his vision. He remained still, tentatively shaking his head, trying to make sense of this.

'Blaine…' Kurt approached him but halted when the boy held out a shaky palm.

'Stop. Okay? Just stop.' He fought hard to suppress the tsunami of emotion that drew closer with every look Kurt gave him.

'Why would you do this to me? Are you even gay? Just tell me Kurt. I need to know.' Blaine's voice was desperate and angry. His eyes were sore from battling his tears. He gritted his teeth waiting for a response.

'I- I don't know.'

'How can you not know? You either like guys or you don't.' Blaine clenched his fists and squeezed his lids shut trying to keep the tears at bay.

'I just… I don't know, it's not that simple,' he stated as his eyes searched for Blaine's.

Their eyes locked and Blaine could feel a single tear flow down his rosy cheek.

'I've got all night,' Blaine stated bluntly, not willing to give Kurt the opportunity to swindle himself out of this.

Kurt sighed, 'I don't know what it is…about you…but, ever since we started spending time together, that's all I've thought about. You're all I've thought about. I've never felt this way about another guy. So no, I don't know if I like guys; all I know is that I like you.'

Blaine's hazel orbs relaxed and let the tidal waves rush down his face. His red eyes were still frozen on Kurt and his stained cheeks glistened under the artificial light.

He couldn't see past the tears and was taken aback when he felt Kurt's lips cover his mouth once again. Their lips glided over one another sensually. Kurt's needy mouth poured hot air down Blaine's throat and he let out a broken moan in response.

Blaine's balled fists clasped at the hem of Kurt's shirt and pulled him closer until their bodies stood flush against each other. He could feel the muscles beneath Kurt's shirt rubbing against his own with every movement, making his body hungry for more.

Kurt's legs eagerly parted with a nudge of Blaine's knee. He thrust against Kurt's erection with perhaps more force than was necessary and lost his balance. Both boys crumbled onto the stone floor. A loud hiss left Blaine's lips as the cold floor stung his exposed skin.

Not even 30 seconds had passed before Kurt's lips found Blaine's again. Blaine couldn't hold back his throaty moan any longer and Kurt took this opportunity, darting his tongue in-between his parted lips as his wandering hands explored the body beneath him.

Blaine's hips thrust upwards instinctively when Kurt's lips began to devour his neck and collarbone. Kurt hummed against his skin in response before sucking at the smooth surface. The vibrations trailed down Blaine's body, dragging him into a state of pure arousal. His hips jerked upwards again, crying for more. After one more squeal of desperate need from Blaine's kiss swollen lips, Kurt dug his hips down hard.

Blaine tugged at Kurt's hair, dragging his lips back up his red neck and onto his own. His body tingled with every roll of Kurt's small hips. This sensation intensified when he heard Kurt release a deep groan in response to Blaine's hand clawing at his ass, driving his thrusts harder and faster.

Blaine was relieved when he felt Kurt's chest lift from his. He gasped in air as quickly as was possible whilst Kurt repositioned himself. His lust blown pupils watch as Kurt placed one knee either side of him, dropping his firm ass onto his crotch.

A devilish smile crept across Kurt's face as he rolled against Blaine's erection. Blaine winced with each grind of his hips and dug his fingers into Kurt's hips. Strong hands guided Kurt's hips, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body. The heat from Blaine's fingers spiralled through Kurt, causing his stomach to coil. Every grind of their hips, every throaty moan made him throb painfully.

Somewhere amidst the panting and moaning came a sound. A whistle – a wolf whistle at that.

It took a while for it to register before Kurt found where the noise had come from: the door. Their animalistic instincts must have fully taken over earlier as they had forgotten to shut the door and now, because of that little slip up, they had an audience.

Kurt jumped off Blaine. His cheeks were stained red from embarrassment and the heat of their situation. He was still hard but the awkwardness of this situation would soon solve that.

'Kurt, what is it?' Blaine asked puzzled as he peeled himself from the stone cold floor. Once his feet were firmly planted on the ground, he made his way to Kurt and followed his line of sight.

Shit.

'You two put on quite a show,' a voice declared.

All colour faded from Kurt's face. He was now ghostly white – like usual.

Blaine's eyes were as wide as saucers as he thought of an explanation. Nothing came to him.

'Um, we,' Blaine stuttered.

'Relax Blaine, you don't have to explain yourself to me.'

'Rightt. Yeah, okay. Um, this is Kurt,' Blaine gestured towards his pale partner.

'It's a pleasure to meet you Kurt,' the voice said with a flirtatious tone.

'Um, thanks,' Kurt replied with a shaky voice. 'And you are?'

'This is Chandler,' Blaine explained once he regained control of his breathing and steadied his voice. 'He's an old friend of mine.'

'Oh, it's nice to meet you, Chandler,' he managed, still uncomfortable with this encounter.

Chandler smiled before turning to Blaine, 'he's cute. You should definitely keep him.' His gaze returned to Kurt, dragging his eyes over his entire body. 'Especially with an ass like that.'

Kurt flushed furiously and stared at the ground. He doesn't really get compliments very often so he was amiss as to how to respond. Smiling at the ground seemed like the best option he had.

'What are you doing here Chandler?' Blaine said slightly agitated. He'd only just gotten Kurt, he was not ready for someone else to try and steal him away; especially not his best friend. He was right about his ass though.

'It's Friday dude. Friday is our night, remember? We've been hitting Scandals every Friday for the past year.' Chandler turned his attention towards Kurt before adding, 'why don't you join us? I'd love to see more of that magical hip action.'

Ignoring Chandler's obvious euphemism and his bedroom eyes, Kurt looked to Blaine, 'what's Scandals?'

'It's just some bar we go to,' he explained, choosing his words carefully.

'Just some bar?!' Chandler challenged, 'dude, it's the best gay bar in the county.'

'You go to a gay bar?' Kurt asked with amused eyes and a mirrored tone.

'Just to dance,' he defended himself. 'Look Chandler, I can't come tonight okay?'

'Looks like you were about to when I arrived,' he quipped, eyeing Kurt once more.

Blaine was used to Chandler's crudeness, but not in front of Kurt. His face turned an instant shade of fuchsia; his skin burning from the lava running through his veins.

'So, shall we go now or do you two want to finish up? I'm not against voyeurism.'

Kurt could see the anger in Blaine's eyes and decided to weigh in. 'Let's go.'

'What? But Kurt you're-'

'Wanting to explore this side of me,' he interrupted.

'Are you sure?' Blaine looked at him with caring eyes that made Kurt's heart ache. 'We don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable…'

'No I want to. It'll be fun to see what the resident gays of Lima, Ohio get up to in their spare time.'

'That's the spirit tight jeans. Now, after you,' Chandler gestured, moving out of the doorway for Kurt to slip through.

'Make sure you shut the door this time Blaine,' his friend teased as he walked Kurt to the car.