“You know we’re supposed to use this time to patrol, right?”
Blaine simply hummed against Kurt’s throat and pressed a few more soft kisses up the side of his neck to nibble at his earlobe, letting out a quiet chuckle when Kurt squirmed.
“There are plenty of other Prefects,” Blaine murmured. “Besides, it’s not like anything’s going to happen, Peeves is in the Charms corridor, I heard Harrison complaining about it when we passed him earlier.”
“But what if—”
“Come on,” Blaine whined, sticking out his lip in a pout and sliding his hands under Kurt’s jumper and shirt to run up his stomach. “We don’t have any lessons together and with you in the tower in and me in my dormitory we never get any time alone.”
“And what about last weekend when the rest of the school was at Hogsmeade?” Kurt said, cocking an eyebrow and grinning at the memory, when he’d snuck Blaine into the Ravenclaw tower and locked the seventh year boys dormitory to spend the morning tangled up in his sheets together.
“That doesn’t count,” Blaine said, shaking his head. “I had Quidditch so we didn’t even get the whole day alone.”
“Well, that’s your own fault isn’t it,” Kurt said with a sniff, head dropping back against the wall of the empty classroom as Blaine pressed closer to him in the darkness and slotted their hips smoothly together.
“But I like Quidditch,” Blaine said moodily. “And we’re playing Gryffindor in a week so I need to practice.”
Kurt rolled his eyes in response. “Stupid,” he muttered.
“Mmm,” Blaine hummed, nuzzling his ear and breathing warm across his skin. “But I can think of other things I could practice riding besides a broom.”
Kurt’s breath hitched and pleasure coiled hot in his stomach as Blaine rolled his hips forward, grinding into his thigh and biting gently at his jaw, Kurt’s hands fisting in the back of Blaine’s uniform to pull him closer as he murmured in his ear.
“Care to help me?”