Blaine was hidden in an empty classroom at school a few days later, the door open slightly so that he could spot Kurt coming past. Blaine knew that Kurt had a free period this hour, and so he had texted him to meet him in the hall. Honestly, Blaine was meant to be in history right now, but the classes were so much easier at McKinley that he thought he could miss this one.

He should be coming this way round about… now!

As Kurt walked past the door, Blaine pushed it open, grabbing his boyfriend’s arm, and pulled him sideways through the doorway. Kurt gave a loud squeal in surprise, but when he saw Blaine slamming the door shut behind them, he started laughing.

“Oh my God, Blaine, you could have invited me in, the hallway’s deserted,” he said, giggling. “What’s with the covert operation?”

“I like to think it adds a little thrill,” Blaine said, moving in close to his boyfriend and pressing their lips together. Kurt returned the kiss for a few seconds, before pulling back.

“I know this is your plan and everything, but in a few minutes we’re going to be rudely interrupted by a group of very surprised French students,” Kurt said, grinning at Blaine.

“Damn, my amazing plan foiled,” Blaine said, dropping his head forward onto Kurt’s shoulder.

“Well, if you’re determined to skip class and make me your accomplice, I guess we could move this to the choir room,” Kurt said, taking Blaine’s hand and leading him out the door. “It should be empty right now.”

Kurt’s pace was much too slow for Blaine’s liking, so he sped ahead of Kurt, keeping their hands intertwined, pulling him down the hallways to the choir room. He stopped just outside the doorway, however, turning around quickly with a finger on his lips to silence Kurt’s laughter. They could hear an already fully fledged argument going on inside, and Kurt leaned forward, whispering to Blaine, “It’s Finn and Rachel.”

Sure enough, Blaine could make out Rachel’s voice, getting higher and higher as she continued to yell at Finn. 

“It’s not just about the song, Finn, though you never listen to me about that either! You never listen to me at all!” Rachel shouted, only to be silenced by Finn’s voice.

“What? Rachel, I’m always listening to you. You were the one who suggested this song, and all the other songs this year. This isn’t about me not listening to you! This is about you not wanting to talk to me about what happened.” They could hear the squeak of a chair against the floor, before Finn’s voice returned, sounding much closer to the door. “I’m going, call me when you calm down.”

Kurt and Blaine could hear Finn coming towards the door, throwing it open amongst Rachel’s screams of, “I’m not perfect, Finn, stop trying to make me!” He paused upon seeing Kurt and Blaine outside the door.

“Cool off, I’ll bring you some warm milk later at home. Maybe we can talk?” Kurt said, looking up at Finn. He nodded his agreement, before walking off, his shoulders slumped. At Blaine’s questioning look, Kurt shrugged and said, “He’s more receptive when we give him a chance to calm down. Rachel, however, will continue to freak out; I think we should talk to her.”

Blaine nodded before carefully entering the choir room. Rachel was sitting on one of the chairs, pointedly not looking at them, but at Kurt’s careful question of, “Rach?” she looked up and let her expression fall into one of complete dejection.

“What happened?” Blaine asked, as they moved to sit next to her.

“I don’t know, we- we’ve been fighting a lot lately.” Rachel said, moving one hand up to cover her eyes. “I can’t help it; I just don’t know how to talk to him anymore.” Rachel removed her hand to wipe off the tear that had begun rolling down her face.

“But, why?” Kurt asked, “You guys were getting along so well, no drama this year.”

Rachel lifted her eyes to look at Kurt and Blaine, and whispered, “Can I tell you guys something?” At the boys’ nodding, Rachel took a deep breath and continued.

“The night West Side Story opened, I went home with Finn, and we were going to go all the way. You know, have sex,” Rachel elaborated unnecessarily. “But… I couldn’t do it,” Rachel said this in a rush, before continuing. “I just freaked out and left, and I couldn’t tell you, Kurt, ‘cause we weren’t talking, but now I feel like it’s all he’s thinking about, and I’m taking it out on him, I know I am.” Rachel ended her little rant by dropping her face into her hands again.

“Whoa, Rachel, slow down.” Blaine said, holding his hands up. “Did you talk to him about it? Like, tell him how you felt?”

“No,” Rachel said, looking at her hands where they were folded in her lap. “Finn’s not a virgin, he won’t understand. He’s had sex with Santana; of course it’s going to make me feel insecure!” Rachel resumed her dejected expression. “I know it’s stupid and not talking to him is going to push him further away from me, but I just don’t know what to say.” Rachel sighed, “You guys wouldn’t understand, you always know exactly what the other’s thinking, nothing like this would happen to you.”

Blaine looked at Kurt and raised his eyebrow, grinning as Kurt’s face flashed crimson, and he attempted to steer the conversation.

“Yes, well,” he said, “Blaine and I have learnt how not talking to each other can hurt a relationship. Communication is really important, Rachel, especially with Finn. You know he wouldn’t understand half the things that went on at this school if we didn’t spell it out for him.”

Blaine jumped in saying, “What you need to do is text him to meet you somewhere, and tell him straight what happened that night, because I’ll bet he’s really confused about it. Explain why you left, and maybe you guys can work through it.”

“Yeah, you guys will probably be stronger for this. It’s your opportunity to be mature and not resort to a Barbra song to work out your issues,” Kurt said, before taking Rachel’s hand in his. “You’ll work this out, I know you will.”

“Thank you, you guys,” Rachel said, standing up and leaning over them. “I’m going to hug you now.”

After their group hug, Rachel left, saying she was going to text Finn to come to her house to talk after school. Blaine immediately sidled up to Kurt, wrapping his arms around him.

“Well, alone at last,” Blaine said, wiggling his eyebrows at Kurt.

Kurt smiled, but said, “Sorry, honey, but it looks like our time is up. Unlike you, I actually have to get to class if I want to graduate.”

“Fine,” Blaine pouted, and Kurt took that opportunity to kiss his protruded lip.

“Finn won’t be home after school, you should come over,” Kurt said, as he made his way to the door. “We can pick up where we left off.” Kurt winked at Blaine before heading out the door, leaving Blaine with a big smile on his face, and absolutely no incentive to go to his next class.

When they arrived back at Kurt’s house after school, they were barely through the door before Blaine had his lips on Kurt’s. He pushed Kurt back against the door, holding him in place by grabbing his hands and securing them to the wall at his shoulders, while he kissed down the side of his neck. As he felt Kurt hardening against him, Blaine moved his thigh between Kurt’s legs, separating them, before pushing it against Kurt’s cock. Kurt soon got the message, and started grinding down on his thigh, moaning at the friction.

Blaine moved his lips over Kurt’s neck, sucking hard at the skin just below the collar of his shirt, before biting hard to stain it dark. Kurt cried out, bucking more furiously against Blaine, trying to get as much relief as he possibly could. Blaine was very hard by this point, his cock pressed against Kurt, gaining friction every time Kurt thrust up against him.

Then Kurt was breaking Blaine’s hold on him, and leading him up the stairs towards his bedroom. When they reached Kurt’s room, they were back on each other’s lips, kissing hard and wet, while trying to maneuver their way to Kurt’s bed. When Blaine’s legs hit the mattress, he let himself fall back, pulling Kurt on top of him, not allowing their lips to disconnect.

Kurt put his legs on either side of Blaine, and started pushing his body down into him, making his cock ache at the friction that was both so good and not enough.

“I was thinking,” Kurt said, “What you did to me last time? I want to return the favor.”

“You sure?” Blaine asked, while his mind was already screaming yes.

Kurt nodded, moving his hands down Blaine’s chest, before saying, “I was also hoping I could take your shirt off.”

Blaine nodded, and lifted his arms up, allowing Kurt to lift the material up and over his head. Before he could mention anything, Kurt was lifting his own shirt off, and moving his lips to Blaine’s exposed chest. Blaine’s hands moved to trace the soft skin of Kurt’s back, feeling the shifting muscle as Kurt positioned himself over him.

Kurt began trailing kisses down Blaine’s chest, before placing one directly over his left nipple. He then let his tongue circle the hard nub, sucking it into his mouth, before moving to do the same to his right. Blaine could not believe the feeling, throwing his head back into the pillows, and screwing his eyes shut.

“Kurt,” he moaned, thrusting his hips slightly as the pressure became too much.

Kurt moved his lips down, not kissing anymore, just running them over the skin, exploring the feel of Blaine’s stomach under them. When he reached Blaine’s button, he undid it, pushing down his pants and underwear, before shrugging and undoing his own pants, not taking them off, just releasing the pressure on his cock. He eyed Blaine’s erection, before grabbing it with one hand, and immediately sinking his mouth down around it.

As the heat surrounded Blaine’s cock, he was sure that his vision went white for a few seconds. He cried out immediately, his voice breaking as he tried to draw breath around the pleasure. Kurt was bobbing his head, not sinking very far down his length, but far enough to make Blaine’s head thrash where he was lying on the bed.

Blaine was trying to keep his hips very still, knowing he would definitely choke Kurt if he were to give into the intense need to thrust up into his mouth, but tiny movements kept slipping through his guard. As his hips lifted to follow Kurt’s mouth up yet again, Kurt put one arm over him, holding him down.

The slide of Kurt’s mouth over him was amazing, and Blaine could feel Kurt’s tongue as it twisted and circled under the base of his cock. His moans were coming continuously now, and Blaine seemed unable to get enough oxygen in each breath, panting to take in as much as he could with each lungful.

Then Kurt pushed himself down a bit further, Blaine moaning even louder as new skin was covered by the wet heat of Kurt’s mouth, but it must have been too much, because the next second Kurt was pulling off, coughing loudly.

Blaine sat up, trying not to focus on the chill of the room on his wet cock after the heat of Kurt’s mouth. “Kurt, damn, are you okay?” he said, taking in Kurt’s attempts to control his coughing and his watering eyes.

“No, I’m fine,” Kurt said, the last of his coughs coming to an end. “Just a little over ambitious, I think.”

He pushed Blaine back onto the bed again, crawling down his body before sucking the head of his cock into his mouth once more. Blaine was sure that he would never see anything as sexy as Kurt sucking on the end of his cock, his cheeks flushed and eyes closed, looking like it was the most important thing he would ever do. Blaine wanted to tell Kurt just how amazing it felt, how unbelievable his mouth was, how lucky he was to have him, but all that he managed was a strangled sounding scream as Kurt pushed his lips down around him again, speeding up the movement of his mouth.

Kurt moaned around him at Blaine’s cry, and took the hand that was not wrapped around the base of Blaine’s cock, and pushed it into his own underwear. Blaine could see him fisting himself, not stopping the pace of his movements on Blaine’s own cock. The sight was so incredibly hot that Blaine threw his head back, coming as he called out Kurt’s name in warning.

Spots of white were taking over his vision, and even when Blaine felt himself coming down from his high, he felt like a deadweight. He could feel Kurt pulling off of him and doing up his pants, before moving up to lie next to him, but he was unable to lift his head from where it lay on the pillow. It was only when Kurt lay his head on his chest that Blaine mustered the strength to open his eyes, finding Kurt looking up at him.

“So, you liked it?” Kurt asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

“Oh my God, Kurt, your mouth...” Blaine was sure he had planned on saying something a little more eloquent than that, and screwed up his face in confusion at his own words. “Wait…”

Kurt just started laughing, though, saying, “I know, it’s okay.”

Blaine lifted his arm up to roll Kurt off of him, saying, “Wait, I didn’t finish you-,” but Kurt was pushing him back down to resettle on his chest.

“Don’t worry, I came just after you. You sounded so hot, I finished myself off.” Kurt said, closing his eyes where he was lying.

Blaine took a moment to appreciate just how blunt Kurt sounded while talking about getting himself off right in front of Blaine, even if he was barely conscious at the time.

“We’ve come a long way with this stuff, huh?” Blaine said. “I mean, being able to talk so openly about all this. Remember when you wouldn’t even talk about sex in general?”   

“Yeah, well I meant what I said to Rachel earlier about communication.” Kurt said simply. “If you can see me like this, I should be able to talk to you about it.” Kurt paused before continuing. “That doesn’t mean I don’t get embarrassed or self-conscious about it, I just know I don’t have to when I’m with you.”

“So you would tell me if we were doing something that you were uncomfortable with? Like what we did right now, you were okay with that?” Blaine said, looking at Kurt who was pushing himself up on Blaine slightly to see him better.    

“Yes, Blaine,” he said, sighing slightly.

“Good, ‘cause it was amazing.” Blaine said, letting his head drop back again.

Blaine could feel Kurt’s silent laughter against his chest, and he brought his arms tight around his boyfriend.   

The next day Kurt and Blaine walked into glee club hand in hand, and sat down on the risers.

“Okay, you guys,” Mr Shue said, clapping his hands together, “Who wants to start us off today?”

Almost everyone immediately turned to Rachel, waiting for her declaration of what perfect song she had prepared as a contender for sectionals, but she just shook her head, remaining where she was with Finn’s arm wrapped around her.

“Not us. Finn’s picking a duet for us to sing later this week,” Rachel said, leaning further into Finn’s embrace. Finn just returned her dopey grin.

Kurt and Blaine just looked at each other and rolled their eyes.