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fifty ways to kiss someone.
roll: 34,…to give up control.

If you asked him how he managed to find himself flipped over (or how anyone could be flipped over inside a freaking Prius and not break something–wow these cars really are roomier on the inside..) on his back with the leather squeaking against his shoes before he slammed both into the car door for footing, Blaine would..

Okay.  Blaine wouldn’t be capable of answering a damn thing in his current situation.  And the dumb-struck-in-love former Warbler couldn’t possibly be any happier about his “predicament” either.  Even if they’d broken new levels of sacrilege (seeing as how they were in a church parking lot in broad daylight)–Blaine was on cloud nine.  Halo broken, possibly forever and still yet, doing mental cartwheels through the gates of heaven with one touch of panicked hands that seemed like they couldn’t get enough of him.

He wasn’t the first one to make the move.  Kurt was.  That fact alone made him drunk with happiness. As Blaine curled his fingers in the wisps of hair touching pale skin behind the shell of Kurt’s ear, body shifted closer to pull him back for a second kiss? Kurt’s fingers snatched his wrist and before he knew it, his arm was pinned behind his back.  The familiar weight of Kurt’s body was pressed to his and with a lift and a half spin?  He was on his back, lifting up to press their mouths together in a needful, desperate kiss that he’d been holding back indulging himself in again since, well, yesterday.  But no one knew that part just yet.