The next twenty minutes of the movie were pure torture for Kurt, who would have screamed in frustration if the rest of his family wasn't still asleep upstairs. Blaine, on the other hand, was enjoying the wildly entertaining experience of teasing Kurt while pretending to be completely unaware of what he was doing to Kurt.

He started by leaning his head onto Kurt's shoulder, still rubbing his hand up and down the length of Kurt's thigh. Then, during "All I Do is Dream of You," he began to trace patterns into the fabric with his finger, moving slowly from Kurt's knee right up to the place where his thigh and hip connected. When he began the painfully measured journey to Kurt's crotch, the other boy had finally had enough. Kurt tilted his head down and caught Blaine's lips with his own in a determined, needful kiss. Blaine breathed in sharply, allowing Kurt a few brief moments of contact before pulling away, smiling deviously. An exasperated whine escaped from Kurt's throat when the kiss abruptly ended.

"Oh come on, Blaine, I'm dying here!" He gestured pointedly at his pajama bottoms, which were now tented quite obviously over Kurt's erection. Blaine arched an eyebrow, his smile fading slowly.

"Hmmm," he mumbled, looking from Kurt's pants up to his face, and back down again, finally returning his gaze to the television. Kurt was about to protest again, when he suddenly felt Blaine's hand wrap itself around his cock through his pants. His breath hitched in his throat, almost immediately relaxing as Blaine began to stroke him softly, though his eyes were still fixed on the screen in front of him. Kurt let his eyes droop closed, shutting himself off from all other sensations besides the sounds of the film and the feeling of Blaine jerking him off.

Finally.

But Blaine wasn't about to let his boyfriend off that easily. Glancing over to make sure Kurt's eyes were still closed, Blaine reached his unoccupied hand for a fresh bottle of Perrier that he had hidden in the couch cushions the day before. Mentally congratulating himself on his forward thinking, Blaine carefully unscrewed the lid of the bottle and placed it on the coffee table next to the popcorn without stopping his ministrations. He then knelt onto the carpet and positioned himself directly in front of Kurt, who opened his eyes when the direction of the strokes, which had increased in frequency, suddenly changed.

Kurt 's eyes grew wide, his pupils dilating with unbridled lust as he watched Blaine slowly slide his pants down his ass, angling his hips slightly upward to aid the process. Blaine stared hungrily at Kurt's swollen erection, whose girth and length never ceased to astound him. He reached behind him and grabbed the open bottle of Perrier, but before taking a sip, he looked into Kurt's eyes.

"I'm going to try something. If you don't like it, I'll stop, but I highly doubt that'll be the case."

It was Kurt's turn to arch an inquisitive eyebrow. "By all means."

Without needing any further permission, Blaine took a large swig of the water, making sure to hold it in the back of his throat. Then, in one smooth motion, he leaned forward and took Kurt's cock completely into his mouth, letting the carbonated liquid rush over the entire length as he did.

He had never heard Kurt make that noise before, but he did know one thing: Kurt definitely liked what he was doing.

Kurt nearly blacked out from the sensation as Blaine rocked his head up and down his length, the bubbles still swirling around, fizzing and bursting against his skin in a way that made him want to sing. He reached forward and laced his fingers into Blaine's hair, which was still damp from the rain. The sight before him – of Blaine taking another quick swig of water before diving back down onto his cock, of the dizzying array of colors on the television screen as the movie played on behind him – made Kurt's mind swim with ephemeral sensations; half-formed words and blurry pictures entered and left traceless impressions in his brain as he drank in the feeling of his boyfriend's tongue laving at his erection.

Soon, the familiar, coiling heat began to gather in Kurt's abdomen. Blaine had placed both hands on Kurt's thighs and increased his speed considerably, no longer bothering to pause for the water. The sounds of the movie grew louder in Kurt's ears as he felt himself approaching his climax, which is probably why he felt the need to yell the following:

"Blaine, I'm so – mmph! – fucking close!"

But Blaine didn't stop. He kept bobbing his head up and down on Kurt's cock, a thin veil of sweat now coating his face. Finally, with an audible gasp and a rather impressive shudder, Kurt came forcefully into Blaine's mouth. Blaine worked quickly to swallow everything Kurt gave him, now slightly worried that someone upstairs might have heard his boyfriend's rather blaring announcement. In a matter of moments, Blaine had tucked Kurt back into his pajama bottoms and seated himself offhandedly on the couch, grabbing the bottle of water from the coffee table for a quick swig before nestling his head in his boyfriend's lap. He laid face-up at Kurt, who could only stare back down at him mutely. Blaine smiled.

"Good thing I found my mom's Cosmo in the bathroom the other day. That was fun."

Kurt opened his mouth, but no words came out. Blaine blinked expectantly, his smile only spreading wider across his face.

"Well? What did you think?"

Of the half a million thoughts swirling around in Kurt's head, some filled with eloquence and adjectives, only one made its way past his lips.

"I need to buy some more Perrier."