They make elaborate plans for the night Blaine joins Kurt in New York, plans to move Blaine into his dorm room, walk around the city, go out for dinner, back to Kurt’s apartment for the rest of the night.
The second Kurt finds Blaine in the airport, those plans fly out the window. They somehow make it into a cab without separating longer than a few moments, Blaine climbing into Kurt’s lap in the cab.
It’s obscene, and far more physical and public than they’ve ever been used to, but they’re in New York and they’re together for the first time in a year, and their guard’s down.
Kurt’s roommate is out for the night, and they crash into Kurt’s apartment, kissing frantically, tearing off clothes as they go.
They don’t make it to the bedroom at first, get caught up in the living room. Blaine’s spread out on the rug, naked and wanting and so, so ready when Kurt slides into him.
They don’t last long, the extended kissing and the distance and the time apart turning them frantic. Blaine comes first, messy and wet across his stomach, and Kurt follows soon after.
They lie together on the rug, breathing heavily, before Blaine giggles, arching up to press a kiss to Kurt’s lips, laughing against his mouth.
“Your roommate’s going to kill us.”
“He never has to know,” Kurt whispers back, tugging Blaine up and into his bedroom, where they spend the night.
Kurt somehow manages to clean the rug before his roommate returns, wash away all traces of what they’ve been doing.
They don’t tell him about the living room floor. (Or the bathroom, the kitchen counters, the table, the hallway walls). It’s better if he doesn’t know.