You move me Kurt
This duet is just an excuse to spend more time with you
Well, that did it. How they ended up on the floor was beyond Blaine. What really matters at the moment was that he was kissing someone he loved. And that someone was a boy. That boy was Kurt. He couldn't have picked anyone better to have his first kiss with. Well, kiss was an understatement. He was in a full-on make out session. He didn't expect this.
But who was he to complain?
Pavarotti's casket was laying on the table completely forgotten. Kurt and Blaine were kissing furiously. They only broke away – only for half a second – to breath. Then they would instantly reattach their mouths against each other.
Damn, Kurt is an amazing kisser
How can Blaine do that with his tongue?
They were just on the floor making out and not caring and certainly not listening to any footsteps outside. To think, they could've done this months ago. They could've spent those countless hours studying with their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other for cuddling and kissing each other. If only Blaine realized his feelings sooner.
For them to be doing exactly what they're doing right now, a poor bird had to give its life.
To say that Kurt was enjoying this was an understatement. There aren't even words on how to describe how long he's been waiting for this. No word that can tell you how much he's craved this since he first met Blaine. No feeling that can portray this bubbly tinge in his chest whenever he sees Blaine. He's been waiting to run his hands through his curls. He's been waiting painfully to hold his hand in public. He's been waiting to become his boyfriend.
The wait is over and now he can not only run his hands through those tamed curls. Not only can he hold his hand without feeling awkward. He can kiss him and show him off to his friends like what Mercedes and Rachel does with their boyfriends. The difference is… He's so much better than them because… How can Blaine kiss like that? It should not be legal the way he moves his tongue.
The shifted their positions so Blaine was sitting but slightly and Kurt was straddling his legs. They were both fighting for dominance and moaning slightly. This felt awesome. Then a wild cockblocking knock arrived on the wooden doors of the room.
The two boys didn't even break apart until one Wes Montgomery walked in. They both broke apart instantly because those footsteps were just so obvious. Wes was currently standing over them with a light pink shade on his cheeks. A wide smirk graced his slightly tanned face.
"I forgot my gavel." He said simply and stepped over the two of them because they were just laying there in shock. They both stood up immediately and brushed off any dirt lingering on their uniforms (That was completely useless since the floor was spotless and the Warblers aren't allowed to wear dirty shoes in their meetings)
He was still smirking mischievously as he took his time to find his beloved gavel in all of the drawers when he knows that he always keeps it in the top drawer to the right. The two Warblers behind him knew this and they were still standing too nervous to roll their eyes.
After 10 agonizing minutes of Wes checking and re-checking and triple checking the drawers on the Warblers Council table, he finally opened the drawer that contains his gavel. He opened it pretty slowly which got Kurt to finally snap and say
"How long does it take to get your stupid gavel?" Wes looked at him – gavel in hand – with a look of mock hurt on his face. "You offend me Kurt. I thought I was your friend?" he pretended to almost faint and fall into an armchair. Kurt rolled his eyes and looked at Blaine pleadingly. Who was Blaine to resist that look?
