Even so, he couldn't help but shy away instinctively as Blaine Anderson's hand began to trail down along his chest and come to rest on his belt buckle. Schuester's wedding weekend — it just kind of happened. He tried reaching back to grab Blaine's hard cock, but Blaine shook his head. Instead of being grossed out, Kurt blushed in the dark, reminded yet again that he and Blaine had sex. I'll see you tonight then? Kurt's eyes shone suspiciously with what looked like tears, but he had managed to keep his normally expressive and transparent voice somewhat distant and steady.
By this time, Kurt and Blaine had moved to his desk and Blaine was busy coating his fingers with lube.
He felt butterflies in his stomach. Blaine was staring at Kurt, seemingly surprised as well. At the end of that particular number, he even caught a woman's bra that had been thrown onto stage and cheered, holding it high above his head before he brought it to his nose and breathed deeply. Tell me, please —Blaine! Your review has been posted. I can tell.