Dead Kittens and Stuff

Distance does make the heart grow fonder.

Or hornier, in two seventeen-year-olds' case ever since Blaine had to stay with his aunt who lived three hours away from Lima.

Kurt had sent him a text that he was alone and had nothing to do in his house. He explained the his dad and Carole had gone out and that Finn finally found a life (read: a girlfriend).

Blaine wasted absolutely no time getting there.

And now, here he was, under Kurt's willing lips with his hand on the small of the other boy's back with Annie or something playing.

Kurt was naturally a good kisser, albeit the lack of experience. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply and he made just all the right sounds - like that one. It was a cross between a whimper and a moan, one he knew Blaine like so much.

Blaine was getting increasingly hard.

He was a gentleman and one who had ridiculous amounts of self-discipline that others envied, he tried reminding himself as he slipped his fingers inside the denim of Kurt's jeans.

"No," Kurt said, making Blaine's whole body jerk, surprised at the broken silence.

"But why not?" the other whined, his eyes fluttering open.

Kurt shook his head and whispered "We'll get there," and with a small smirk, pressing his hips against Blaine's "Just not now"

Kurt Hummel was a tease.

Blaine groaned softly, as Kurt's lips started pressing soft kisses on his jawline.

Then Kurt rocked against him one more time.

The cat that got run over by the road when I was ten, Blaine thought internally.

He moaned out softly before Kurt started sucking on the column of his neck.

Boobs - and lesbians. Lesbians with boobs. Wait a second, you dumb shit, of course lesbi-

"Hot enough for you?" Kurt asked in a voice Blaine never heard before. It was rough, low and - oh God.

He curled his toes, taking a sharp inhale of breath.

Rachel kissing him. There's a good one. Now stick to that thought.

His lips found Blaine's neck again, marking Blaine's olive skin with a dark hickey.

That with Kurt grinding against him, Blaine knew he wasn't going to last long.

"Oh my God - " Blaine gasped, the face of a certain brunette's on his mind "- oh fuck, Rachel"

Oh, shit, oh, shit, shitshitshit.

"What?" Kurt almost cried out, frowning as he removed his lips from Blaine's neck "What did you just call me?"

SHIT.

"I - I - Kurt! I called you Kurt!" Blaine flailed slightly, sitting up on the sofa.

"Blaine," Kurt stood up, smoothing his sweater and glaring at Blaine. "I heard you,"

"It didn't mean anything -" Blaine almost whined.

"Well, good luck with your little problem," Kurt said, glaring at the bulge in Blaine's pants, before walking off

"I'm sure Rachel can help you with that"

I kind of need to see something like this happen on Glee.I've always pictured Blaine to be the one who needs to well, settle down.

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