Blaine shuddered as Kurt ran his fingertips down Blaine's stomach. Kurt was moving slowly, setting a torturous pace, and Blaine was getting antsy. It had been a while, it had been a long while, since Blaine had been with anyone and Kurt's touch felt wonderful. Fuck, Blaine hated to admit it, and really hated to sound like some clich� romance novel, but Kurt's touch felt like home; that familiar feel that was always just right. Blaine's breath hitched as Kurt's hand traveled further, pausing just above the target. Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine's ears and breathed out "I know you've missed me," before gently taking Blaine in his unbelievably soft hands. Blaine groaned in response, could manage nothing else, as Kurt began stroking him, teasing him. Gradually he increased the pace and pressure, coaxing Blaine to release, meanwhile his mouth was pressed against Blaine's collarbone, sucking, biting. "Come for me," Kurt groaned into Blaine's neck. Blaine shook, and woke up with a start.

"You have got to be kidding me," he pressed his calloused fingers into his eyes, trying to shake the images and feelings that still lingered. Two years ago Kurt Hummel fucked up Blaine's life by dumping him. Two days ago he pranced back into his life and brought chaos right along with him. Blaine glanced at his alarm clock and, noting the hour, figured he might as well just get up now and take a long, cold, shower. The extra time would at least let him prepare for seeing Kurt again in a few hours time.

Yeah, no, it didn't help. When Kurt meandered into the lecture hall - slightly early this time, though not too far ahead of the rush - a flood of images came rushing through Blaine's brain. Some were real, memories of times past, some were shadows of last night's dream, and of those that came before. Blaine took a big gulp of air and dropped into his chair, hurrying to busy himself with something, anything, before Kurt noticed the effect his presence had. Kurt took a seat in the middle of the room at the end of a row; perfect placement not only to disappear into the crowd but also for a quick get away once class was over. At least the whole situation seemed to be just as uncomfortable for Kurt as it was for Blaine, he could take some solace in that. He started busying himself with the papers in his hand, trying to remember what he was supposed to be teaching today, when Professor Montgomery walked in through the side door.

"Blaine," he said, approaching the desk where Blaine was seated, "I've had some unexpected free time crop up today so I will be taking this morning's lesson. Please observe." Blaine gaped at him for a moment, unsure of what to do.

"Um, yes, of course sir," he finally uttered, handing the lesson notes to the professor. Professor Montgomery nodded curtly and walked to the podium at the front of the room. He called the students to order and began droning on in a tone that would make even the most fascinating information unbearably boring - and this was far from the most fascinating lecture. It was the boring, technical stuff that was needed before they got to the more fun parts of Music Theory. Blaine soon found himself tuning out the teacher and scanning the students mindlessly. He noticed a few were nodding off and he smiled to himself. But time and again his eyes were drawn to Kurt; the way his pen rested against his lower lip, the way his eyes squinted slightly when he was trying to understand something, the way he added just a little extra flourish of a gesture as he finished writing something down. The way he pursed his lips just slightly when someone raised their hand to say something mundane and completely unrelated. The way his eyes - oh shit. The way his eyes widened just slightly and his lips pulled into a smirk when he caught Blaine staring. Blaine tore his eyes away from Kurt and forced himself to focus for the last 20 minutes of the lecture part of the class.

With half an hour left of scheduled class time the lesson plan called for the students to work on their first, incredibly basic, composition. Professor Montgomery instructed them to pull out their sheet music and begin before strutting to his desk and sitting there. He pulled out a book and started reading. From time to time a student would have a question or an issue and would approach the professor, requesting assistance. Professor Montgomery would, without glancing up from his novel, instruct the students to "ask the TA." Blaine didn't mind, it gave him something to do that wasn't staring at Kurt. Before he knew it there was only one minute left of class. One minute before he could run home and do whatever it took to distract himself from Kurt. One minute until - oh for fuck's sake.

Kurt stood from his seat and began walking towards the desk, eyes fixed on the professor, completely ignoring Blaine.

"Professor, I have a few questions," he said in his angelic "I'm-a-good-student-I-promise" voice. Ironically, it was also the voice he used when he was up to something.

"As Blaine, he can help. I have a prior engagement." Blaine watched in horror as Professor Montgomery stood and left the hall with the rest of the retreating students, leaving him alone with Kurt. Again. Kurt waited until the room was empty to speak.

"I saw you staring at me."

"What do you want, Kurt? There's no way you're actually having problems with this assignment."

"No, of course not," Kurt sounded almost offended at the very idea, "I wanted to talk to you."

"Can't you just leave me alone?" Blaine rose from his seat and tried to ignore the fact that Kurt had a good 4 inches on him now. "You have to take the damn class, fine, but do you have to do this?"

"Do I have to do what?" Kurt asked, his voice was soft, his eyes tried to convey an innocence that Blaine was positive did not exist.

"Stop it. Just...Fuck Kurt!" Blaine threw the book he'd been holding against the wall. "What do you want?" There was a split second where Kurt actually looked scared before he regained his composure.

"I want to know why you were staring at me."

"I was-"

"Don't deny it," Kurt was trying to be coy but it was just coming off annoying.

"Why did you break up with me?" Blaine asked, completely calm. "You never really told me, ya know." Kurt's face sank into a scowl.

"I think you've answered my question, Mr. Anderson," Kurt spat, turning on his heels to leave.

"This is so unfair!" Blaine called after him. " You can't just waltz into and out of my life like some goddamn fairy tale whenever it suits you!" He was yelling at an empty room and there were tears fighting to spill. "I need a goddamn drink," he muttered, gathering his papers and dragging himself back home.