there might just be a play-by-play of the kiss under the cut whoops

okay, first of all DAMN Blaine if you try to press yourself any closer… well you’ll be inside him later (or vice versa) anyway, so I suppose that’s fine…

…and it’s not like Kurt’s any better

nEITHER ONE OF YOU ARE LOOKING AT THE OTHER’S EYES OH MY GOD

fingers. at. neck. undoing tie. you can only imagine how that translates to later at the hotel…Kurt expertly stripping Blaine, taking him apart slowly as he undoes every button, zipper, tie….

just, ugh your fingers, Kurt

lips. lips. lips. lips. lips. a run through of what is going on in Blaine’s mind at the moment. I mean, bros helping bros? oh honey.

just- their mouths are open, they’re panting into each other, tongues exploring every bit of skin and lips and tongue and everything they’ve missed over the past few months

and of course then there are Blaine’s wandering hands

literally gripping at every bit of skin he can get to

it’s only too bad Mercedes got there before he could get to where he really wanted to be. those pants suit your, ehm, frame well, Kurt. NICE ASS.

WHAT IS THAT LOOK YOU’RE GIVING HIM, KURT?! THAT IS A LOOK OF AWE AND JOY OF HAVING THIS BOY IN YOUR ARMS GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF DENIAL

LOOK AT THEM. THEY’RE SMILING AS THEY KISS, BLAINE’S EYES SCRUNCHED WITH MIRTH AS KURT PUSHES HIM BACK ONTO THE SEAT. 

and for the piece de resistance: Kurt Hummel, cheeks flushed, mouth swollen, iS THAT A BRUISE I SEE FORMING ON HIS NECK

basically: YOU GO BLAINE ANDERSON, AND YOU GO KURT HUMMEL. NOW GET YOUR ASSES IN LINE AND GET TOGETHER BECAUSE THE WORLD NEEDS MORE BOY KISSES THAT LOOK LIKE THAT