anonymous prompted: miss Rachel, would you mind another prompt? :) Kurt (or Blaine idc) going down on the other under the dinner table. I don’t care how you get there or why, just for it to happen :)
Kurt’s been looking forward to this dinner for weeks, and Blaine has been, too, honestly—between work and NYADA they haven’t had much time to actually hang out with both Rachel and Mercedes at once, and Blaine misses them, misses the gossip and petty diva fights. But more than that Blaine also misses Kurt, who’s been just as busy. Blaine even lives with him and still doesn’t see more than a glimpse of his fiancé until the evenings when they both get home too tired to do more than fall asleep until they wake up to do it all over again.
And Blaine is—god, he’s horny, sick of his right hand and lazy early-morning jerks while he waits for the water in their crappy pipes to warm up. He misses Kurt’s mouth, Kurt’s dick, the soreness of a freshly-fucked ass and the slight limp he has to hide the next day.