Eventually, both Kurt and Blaine are able to balance their teenage, torrid love affair much easier. They’ve come to the realization that sex isn’t all they have. They don’t have to constantly fuck to get their point across to one another. It’s silly really, that it took them so long to realize this fact considering they’re both in relationships and they know that sex isn’t the only thing that makes a relationship. But hey, they’re used to the sexual tension and now that they’ve got that mostly out of their system, it’s easier to handle.

In fact, recently, they’ve been having more sex with their ‘proper’ boyfriends than they have with each other. Kurt actually prefers the times in their dorm room when they simply lay together. Some nights they’ll try and recite all the star constellations they know. Other evenings Blaine will ask him to recall stories of all his friends from McKinley; he’ll ask what they’re like or how well they could sing or about all the drama that came with being a part of his old Glee club. Sometimes Blaine tells Kurt about his family and how his father is some prestigious defense attorney who told Blaine that his sexuality almost caused him to become a leper in his firm, which is a ridiculous notion. Blaine admits that another reason he can’t let anyone know about their affair is that he’s scared of what his father would say because he knows the news would reach him in some way, most likely through the Dalton staff grapevine.

Kurt’s favorite thing to do with Blaine, though, is to lay under him while Blaine kisses him for what seems like an eternity.

That’s not to say the sexual tension between them has completely dissipated.

Definitely not.

Sexting becomes a favorite daily pastime.

Kurt’s phone buzzes quietly in their French class.

I wish your dick was down my throat right now.

Almost moaning out loud, Kurt shoots a quick look at Blaine from across the room. Blaine’s looking attentively at the teacher but Kurt can clearly see the slight, cocky grin on his lips and his cell phone in his lap.

Kurt texts back.

One day, you’ll let me come on your face. Actually, you’ll probably beg me for it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Blaine glance down in his lap at his phone screen. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

And why do you think I’d beg you for something like that?

Kurt’s reply:

Because I think you’re secretly a come slut. Why else would you like licking it off me so often?

Kurt watches Blaine stare, wide-eyed at his phone screen before he nearly drops it onto the floor.

The bell rings and Kurt bites back a giggle as he brushes past Blaine on the way out of the classroom, on his way to meet Brandon outside of the dining hall. By the time he makes it to his boyfriend’s side, Blaine still isn’t following.

“I’ll be right back,” Kurt says to Brandon with a kiss to his cheek, handing him his bag to hold on to. “I think I left my book in my last class.”

Kurt files past all of the other boys heading to lunch and just as he’s about to walk back into the room, a supply closet door swings open and a set of strong arms pulls him inside. The room is tiny and completely smothered in darkness. Kurt grins when he feels hands roaming his chest, clawing at his blazer and tugging him closer.

“Glad you came back,” Blaine breathes into the little room. “Otherwise I’d probably have stayed in here until lunch was over.”

“How did you even know it was me?” Kurt asks in a hushed voice.

“You have a very distinctive walk.”

“That’s creepy.”

“Shut up and kiss me, damnit.”

So Kurt does exactly that. He throws himself at Blaine, elbows bumping into shelves, tripping over a fallen broom and crashes his lips to Blaine’s in a fierce, hot imitation of a kiss. It’s all teeth and tongues and hurried passion and no hesitation whatsoever.

“How long do you think we have?” Blaine asks in between breaths.

“About a minute.”

“Shit,” Blaine growls softly, hands gripping Kurt’s back with undisguised need.

Kurt cups the back of Blaine’s warm neck with a shaking hand as their lips find each other’s once again. It’s so fucking hot like this; a secret little rendezvous in a broom closet, a stolen kiss around the corner or a brief, heated glance from across the room. Kurt can’t get enough of it. He can’t get enough of Blaine.

And maybe that’s beginning to worry him.

It’s been a month and he still isn’t coming any closer to deciding who he wants more.

“It’s starting to smell too much like bleach in here,” Kurt says when they break for air.

Blaine muffles his laughter into Kurt’s shoulder. “It does, doesn’t it?”

“I’ll leave first,” Kurt whispers, unwinding his arms from around Blaine so he can readjust his blazer and straighten his lapel. “See you at lunch?”

“Yeah,” Blaine says, kissing Kurt’s chin.

Kurt turns around in the tiny space, doing his very best to not trip over the broom again, and cracks open the supply closet door.

“All clear,” Kurt says with a giggle, stepping out and looking around.

Actually, he looks disgracefully suspicious, but hey, he’s sixteen. He doesn’t exactly know all the ins and outs of sneaking around and having an affair.

When he returns to the lunch room, he seeks out his usual table. Brandon is there with Kurt’s bag in the chair next to him.

“Where’s your book?” Brandon wonders as Kurt moves his bag so he can sit.

Shit.

“Oh I freaked out because I couldn’t find it in the classroom but then I remembered we didn’t even bring them today,” Kurt lies.

Lying, Kurt has found, is something he’s becoming very proficient at.

“Ugh, I hate when I do shit like that,” Brandon sympathizes.

“I know, I feel like an idiot.”

“Have I missed any earth shattering, life altering conversations while I took a piss?”

Blaine smiles brightly, seating himself between Thomas and Wes across the table. Kurt’s eyes widen when he notices how skewed Blaine’s tie is. Blaine seems to notice his face and Kurt thumbs the knot in his own tie to signal the problem. As discreetly as possible, Blaine adjusts the tie as he wraps an arm around his boyfriend.

“I found a cure for cancer,” Wes says flatly from beside him.

“I’m sure,” Blaine snorts.

Brandon scoots his chair closer to Kurt and settles his arm around his shoulders, leaning in to kiss his neck.

“Are you using a new cologne?” Brandon asks, looking up at Kurt in confusion. “You don’t smell like you normally do.”

Oh for the love of god.

“He ran out of his so he used mine this morning,” Blaine explains from across the table.

“Ah. Thought it smelled familiar.”

“Yeah, I need to buy a new bottle of the stuff I use the next time I go off campus,” Kurt says.

“Please do,” Brandon says, pressing a quick kiss to Kurt’s cheek. “Not that you smell bad, Blaine. I’m just used to-”

“No offense taken,” Blaine interrupts him with an easy smile.

“Did someone bleach their button-up?” Jeff asks from beside Kurt. “Why does it smell like bleach?”

Kurt suppresses the urge to slam his head against the table.

“I think you need to stop drinking,” Blaine says seriously. “Too much alcohol can really fuck with your senses.”

Jeff looks genuinely offended. “I don’t-”

“Jeff. You know we love you. We’re just trying to help you,” Kurt adds with a barely disguised smile.

“I hate you all,” Jeff grumbles, shaking his head and taking a long drink of his soda.

“Acknowledging your problem is the first step!” David calls from the far side of the table.

The group of boys burst into laughter and Blaine and Kurt share a smile across the table, both internally thankful for their very dear friend, boozy Jeff, and him being an easy target.

Later that night, Brandon leaves their dorm room and Blaine walks in once the tie on the door is gone. He finds Kurt in the bathroom, trying fruitlessly to unscrew the lid to his cologne.

“Whoa!” Blaine says quickly, rushing to Kurt’s side. He snatches the bottle from Kurt’s hands. "I love that stuff on you."

“Hey! Give it back!”

“What the hell are you doing?” Blaine wonders in confusion.

“I have to pour it down the drain, idiot! You told Brandon earlier that I ran out! If he sees a bottle that’s not even half empty, he’s going to get suspicious!”

“Okay,” Blaine says, hand flat on Kurt’s chest while the other arm is stretched behind him, bottle of cologne in hand as Kurt tries to get it back. “Number one, I’m not an idiot. You know I was making an excuse for you.”

“I know that, thank you. And that excuse now means I can’t have the cologne sitting out on the bathroom counter because Brandon will know we were lying! Now give it back!”

“Number two, there’s no need to be a drama queen. You don’t need to jump to such severe conclusions.”

“Blaine, he was just in here. Lucky he didn’t come into the bathroom, otherwise he’d have seen it and we’d both be screwed.”

“That’s when you say you found another bottle in one of the suitcases you always take back and forth when you go home to visit your family. Where you most definitely have more of your products.”

Kurt goes still for a moment and ceases his battle for the bottle of cologne. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” Blaine says with a roll of his eyes, handing Kurt the bottle.

“Fuck you,” Kurt spits, slamming the cologne back down on the counter.

“Calm down. You just need to learn that you don’t always have to panic.”

“I’ll panic whenever I damn well please! Especially when it might mean that someone will find out about us!”

Blaine plants his hands firmly on Kurt’s shoulders and gives a slight shake to his thin frame.

“Kurt! Stop it!”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Kurt yells, shoving past Blaine out of the bathroom.

“Seriously? You’re pissed over a bottle of cologne?”

“I can be pissed about whatever I want!”

“Fine,” Blaine says, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Do whatever you want. I don’t feel like putting up with your little temper tantrum tonight. I’m going back to Thomas’ room.”

“Oh, is that what’s going to happen? I do something you don’t like so you run back to him? That’s really great,” Kurt snaps.

“If you can be pissed about what you want, then I can go hang out with whoever I want!”

“I think the statement carries a little more weight when I know you’re going to go fuck your boyfriend because you don’t want to be around me.”

“Since when do you have the right to assume anything about me? Maybe I will fuck him, maybe I won’t. What does it matter, we both know you just fucked Brandon not even five minutes before I walked in here!”

“I can fuck him whenever I want, he’s my god damn boyfriend!”

“And Thomas is my boyfriend!”

“It’s not the same thing and you know it! You can’t – you can’t use him as an excuse to leave every time I piss you off!”

“I can go wherever I want, Kurt.”

Kurt’s got venom rushing through his veins. He can’t remember being this angry at someone, not since Karofsky’s actions at McKinley ended up with him having to transfer to Dalton. He stands there, glaring at Blaine through narrow, livid eyes.

“Go, then. Just fucking go. Since you’d obviously rather be with him than me.”

“You can’t-”

“Go!”

Blaine’s face is awash with multiple emotions, crumbling from angry to nervous to wounded.

“Fine.”

He leaves, slamming the door behind him.

Kurt looks around the room frantically. He needs to throw something and he needs to throw something that won’t break or make a loud noise. He storms over to Blaine’s bed and grabs his pillow only to throw it as hard as he can at the closed door. The pillow hits the wood with a hollow thump and plops onto the ground.

He collapses onto the floor in the middle of the empty room and the tears start to fall, burning his eyes and soothing his temper.

I hate how much you make me feel.