He rushes forward, sins be damned, shoving Kurt against the back door of his car and he slams their mouths together in a desperate, needy kiss. He presses so close, so close, so close he can feel the heat of Kurt through his clothes. Blaine digs his fingers into Kurt’s hair at the base of his neck, pulling him even closer, begging for more of Kurt’s lips, Kurt’s tongue, Kurt’s hands on his body. Kurt holds Blaine to him with firm hands around his back and Blaine’s hips instinctively jerk up against Kurt’s when Kurt swirls his tongue in Blaine’s mouth. Blaine can’t stop it, he can’t stop kissing, he can’t stop wanting and he can’t stop the moan that escapes his lips when he feels himself harden against Kurt’s hip bone.





