Just a little moulin!klaine drabble – 'cause who doesn't like moulin!klaine? (crazy people, that's who!)

Enjoy :)

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He had been on edge all morning. And that was entirely unlike him. He was usually so laid back and carefree, content with where he was in his life. Today, however? Today he was not that person. Today he was fidgety and jumped nearly half a metre in the air any time someone startled him. And it was all because of the note that he'd found slipped in his back pocket that morning, in a script that was oh so familiar:

Tonight. Eight o'clock. xo.

When he had dreamed of finally finding love, he'd honestly had no idea what it would really be like. And boy, was it far better than he could have ever dreamt up. The way he felt light-headed whenever they kissed, how just looking at his swollen lips and mussed up hair took his breath away, the constant tug he felt in his stomach whenever they were in the same room.

It was everything. He was everything.

Except his.

He wasn't his at all and knowing that broke his heart. But those are the consequences one must pay for falling in love with a courtesan.

However, despite the jealousy he felt whenever he saw someone else running their hands up and down his body, leaning far too close for comfort, the sneaking around and the 'forbidden romance' really did give him a thrill.

"It's 8:04. You're late," Kurt whispered the moment he answered the door, his poor attempt at annoyance being covered up by desire.

"Sorry. Zid-"

And then he was being pushed up against the closed door, familiar lips attacking his, hands clinging at his sides.

"I missed you," he groaned as Kurt moved his lips to his neck, heat boiling up in the pit of his stomach. "And I know you're going to say that we were together all day, but all day I wasn't able to do this to you-" Blaine pushed off the door, moving his arms around Kurt's shoulders and they stumbled over to the bed in a tangle of legs and desperate kisses. "Or this-" he continued as he crawled over Kurt's torso, hovering in place once they were face to face.

"Oh god, I know. I missed you too. Rehearsals were torture!" Kurt said between kisses as shirts were thrown aside in a hurry.

Running his hands lightly over the fading scratches on Blaine's chest, the faint teeth marks on the curve of his shoulder, Kurt apologised, "Sorry again. I got a little carried away..."

Smiling at the blush that was creeping its way up Kurt's cheeks, Blaine whispered, his eyes clouded over with lust, "Don't apologise. I love you."

Just as Kurt's reply was on the tip of his tongue there was a knock at the door. Both their eyes going wide at the sound, they scurried around picking up their discarded shoes and shirts.

Pushing Blaine down beside the bed, the side facing away from the door, Kurt whispered, "Shh, I'll get rid of them," planting a lingering kiss on his lips before getting to his feet and straightening his recently put on shirt.

It was Zidler, asking Kurt if he wanted to have dinner with the mysterious "Duke" who'd taken quite an interest in Kurt. After feigning some excuse about feeling a little under the weather and wanting to go to bed early – some other time? - Kurt eventually got rid of Zidler.

But then Kurt was on the bed again, a large smile in place on his lips as he reached down to pull Blaine up to join him. "Sorry about that."

"I don't want you to go out with him," Blaine whispered, feeling embarrassed and needy.

"Then I won't," Kurt replied simply.

"I'm sure it's not that easy. Zidler seemed pretty persistent!"

Pressing a finger to Blaine lips, Kurt said softly, "and if he continues to do so, I'll make excuses. I love you. You have nothing to worry about."

Blaine nodded, the knots in his stomach settling.

"Now, where were we?"

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Em xoxo

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