A/N: This is my head-canon for what happened after You Can't Stop the Beat.

Kurt grinned over at Blaine as the music ended, laughter echoing around the auditorium and the other members of the Glee Club embraced and started making their way towards the exited, chatting happily. He heard Rachel launching into her usual "post-performance review" of the number, her praise and criticism so perfectly intertwined. No one seemed to care though, they were all still on the high created by their first song as a group for the year.

"Not bad," Kurt said as Blaine slid off the piano onto the stage. "For someone who's used to getting all the solos, you're assimilating well."

Blaine chuckled, walking around the drum set to where Kurt was still perched on the piano. "Just trying to be a team player," he said, placing his hands on Kurt's knees to gently uncross them and moving to stand between Kurt's legs.

"I'm sure you'll still get plenty of chances to shine," Kurt said, leaning back and propping himself up on his arms. "You'll still get solos."

"I don't really care about solos," Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's thighs. "As long as I get to be with you."

Kurt smiled, closing his eyes as Blaine massaged his thighs, thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin on the insides as his fingers kneaded the slightly sore muscle. His focus on the other boy's movements sharpened as Blaine's hands slid further up his legs.

Kurt opened his eyes, looking down at his boyfriend with one eyebrow raised.

"What?" Blaine said, a playful grin on his lips. "I have to be good around you all day long, I'm allowed to have some fun."

Kurt rolled his eyes, muttering, "Incorrigible."

Blaine laughed, though his hands continued to glide up Kurt's legs until they rested at the crook of his lap, the pads of his thumbs ghosting over the front of Kurt's jeans.

"Besides," Blaine said, leaning forward and increasing the pressure of his thumbs against Kurt's groin. "You can't expect me to see you in these jeans all the time and not do anything. And leaving your shirt unbuttoned like that? Are you trying to kill me?"

Kurt smirked. "Maybe," he said with a coy look.

Blaine smiled, tilting his chin up as Kurt pushed himself up to meet him in a soft kiss. Blaine sighed, his arms sliding around to encircle Kurt's waist and pull him flush against him.

Kurt's position was a little awkward as he had to curve his neck down to be at Blaine's level because of the height of the piano. Blaine seemed to sense his prediciment as he hooked his hands on Kurt's legs to wrap them around his waist before picking him up off the piano, grunting a little in exertion but not breaking the kiss.

Kurt draped his arms around Blaine's neck, letting his legs slide to the ground. Blaine's arms snaked around his waist again, a small smile turning up his lips as he pressed short kisses to Kurt's.

"What?" Kurt said, unable to stop himself from smiling as well as he looked at him.

"Can you believe we get to do this all the time?" Blaine said, the same excited look that he'd worn when telling Kurt about his transfer lighting up his features. "I don't have to drive two hours to see you or kiss you or hold you or-"

Kurt shut him up with another kiss, this one needier than the first as he realized just how true what Blaine was saying was. They'd seen each other plenty over the summer but thinking about what it had been like during those few months they'd been at separate school made him appreciate all the more what Blaine had done for him. No, for them.

Blaine groaned into the kiss, barely audible as he swiped his tongue across Kurt's bottom lip and Kurt opened his mouth in reply, immediately brushing his tongue against Blaine's and tightening his arms around his neck.

Blaine suddenly pull back with a light gasp and Kurt felt blood rushing south at the sight of his boyfriend's wide, dark pupils.

"Is there somewhere we can go?" Blaine murmured, glancing around the empty auditorium. "You know, in case someone comes back?"

"There's a utility room in the back," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him around the curtain to the back of the stage, where a door led to a small room barely bigger than a broom cupboard that housed the electrical boxes and lighting equipment.

Blaine practically slammed the door behind him, pushing Kurt up against the wall and kissing him hand, his hands finding their way into Kurt's hair as lips and teeth and tongue clashed hungrily.

Kurt clawed at Blaine's shirt and Blaine pulled back for a brief moment to tug off his tie slip his shirt over his head, keeping his lips connected to Kurt's whenever possible. He practically tore Kurt's scarf off, unbuttoning his shirt with fumbling fingers.

Both boys groaned with their bare chests pressed together, hot skin flush and slightly sweaty in the close air of the utility room.

Blaine nipped across Kurt's jaw and down to his neck, sucking lightly, sure not to put enough suction behind it to leave a mark. They'd gotten very good and practicing that over the summer. His teeth sank into Kurt's collarbone and Kurt dropped his head back against the wall with a gentle thump, closing his eyes and clutching at Blaine's shoulders.

Blaine licked a wide streak up his neck and Kurt's hips jerked forward, colliding with Blaine's and producing the wonderful friction he'd grown to look forward to all summer when they were together.

"Dammit," Blaine hissed, hands grazing down Kurt's back to slide into the back pockets of his jeans. He squeezed Kurt's ass and forced their hips together again, dragging his own up and groaning.

Kurt's jeans had grown painfully tight and he whimpered a little when Blaine ground his hips against him again.

"What's wrong?" Blaine mumbled, stilling his movements.

"Just really tight," Kurt replied. He felt Blaine smirking against his lips and smacked him playfully on the arm. "Pervert."

Blaine grinned for another moment before returning to the kiss, his hand moving around to unbutton Kurt's jeans and tug them and his briefs down enough to free his cock.

Kurt sighed in relief, twitching his hips up and releasing a low moan as Blaine's fingers wrapped around his cock and started pumping slowly.

"Oh god, ugh, yes, Blaine, don't stop," he whined, fingernails raking across Blaine's shoulders.

Blaine rubbed his thumb across the slit, spreading pre-come over the head as he moved his hand a little faster, Kurt relishing the slightly rough friction from the lack of any kind of lubricant.

Kurt skimmed one hand down Blaine's bare chest, stopping at the bulge in his jeans to rub gently. Blaine's movements stuttered for a brief moment, a groan vibrating through their sloppy kiss.

Kurt could feel his orgasm building quickly in his gut, the heat swirling in his stomach. The air was hot and overly heavy around him, sweat rolling off both their bodies as they gasped and groaned each other's names into the semi-darkness.

Blaine twisted his wrist as he grazed his thumb over the slit of Kurt's cock again and Kurt came across his fingers with a low cry muffled against Blaine's lips. Blaine continued to move his hand as Kurt rode out his orgasm, muttering against Kurt's lips as he did.

"You're so hot," he breathed, sucking on Kurt's lower lip. "I'm going to do this every day, you know that?"

Kurt whimpered as he slumped back against the wall, attempting to continue to rub Blaine through his jeans even though he suddenly felt sated and limp.

"Kurt," Blaine said, gently pushing his hand away. "It's fine, really."

Kurt gave him a mildly grateful smile, pulling him down into a slow kiss. "Are you sure?" he said when they broke apart, the heat of the room doing nothing to stem the sudden wave of drowsiness washing over him.

"I'm sure," Blaine said as he grabbed a rag from the pile of sound equipment to wipe his hand off before starting to rebutton Kurt's shirt. "You can always pay me back tomorrow."

Kurt grinned sleepily, savoring the fact that he could pay Blaine back tomorrow if he really wanted.

"I love you," he blurted out suddenly.

Blaine paused, looking up from where he was fastening Kurt's jeans. "I love you, too," he said, smiling and brushing his clean hand over Kurt's cheek.

"Thank you," Kurt said. "For transferring."

Blaine's smile widened and he kissed him gently. "I did it for us," he said softly.

Kurt sighed happily at the word, closing his eyes again as Blaine went back to buttoning his shirt. "Us."