"Hail Mary so full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou and blessed the fruit of thy womb, Jesus, and Mary, the mother of God. Pray for us sinners now and at the hour or our death."

Coming to his feet, Kurt hurried down the alter and out into the hallway. Class would start soon and he needed his books beforehand. As his classmates would agree, no anger is hotter than that of a nun. He was just about to turn down the next hallway when he was stopped and pulled back harshly. His back slammed into the person; he wanted to speak, to say something in protest, but someone spoke first.

"Hey little boy, would you like a ride? A lollipop? A puppy?" Kurt pushed away, turning to face his assailant. "How about a baseball bat, there's one in my pants."

"No thank you." He laughed. "My dad, he said, to never talk to strangers."

"So the kiss is out of the question then?"

"I'll take a chance."

Kurt leaned in, sealing his lips against his boyfriends. It lasted only a few seconds before Blaine pulled away, leaning nervously the wall as students turned the hall, passing them. Blaine smiled, turning the hall to make his way to their lockers. Kurt followed.

"So where were you? Online? Asleep? Like half the congregation!" Kurt asked, opening his locker, which was only a few away from Blaine's.

"So are we dammed?"

"I stayed awake as long as I could."

"Good Catholic!" Slamming his locker door closed, Blaine stepped forward, leaning beside Kurt. "I say, we go fall asleep together."

"Do you?" Kurt asked with raised brow.

"Should I bring my baseball bat?"

"I think you should."

Kurt smiled, leaning in for another kiss, which was cut short by several male students coming from around the corner. They spotted the two - or really spotted Blaine, and headed their way.

"Blaine!" They called.

"You're a super star, man!"

"Blaine!"

"Heard they couldn't guard you."

"Blaine!"

"It's always the same," Kurt groaned, shutting his locker.

"No! Let's duck in here and-" Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm, tugging him towards a class room. The moment the door opened, a group of female students walked up, each smiling and gushing over the boy before them.

"Blaine!"

"Got a date for prom yet?"

"Blaine!"

"Did you lose my number?"

"Blaine!"

"This is all just a game!" Blaine insisted, taking Kurt away so they could be private. Once they were, he pushed Kurt up against the wall, stepping close to their bodies could touch. 'You and I, you take my hand, leaving my breathless! Take a look in these big brown eyes so you'll understand; you know why we whisper in hallways 'I'll be with you always!' Running together, forever you and I!'

Blaine leaned back, winking at some passing girls. Kurt rolled his eyes, grabbing the front of Blaine's shirt to pull him back.

"Tell me why I should trust you, when the girls all lust to touch you."

"Cause when I have you near me I go out of my mind." Blaine looked down, smirking wildly at the bulge slowly growing in his boyfriends pants. "Need help there?"

"You're cute," Kurt sassed, pushing Blaine away. "And it's tough to argue with a hard-on. Think you could lend a hand here?"

"If I had the time."

The bell rang for first period, and suddenly the hallway seemed swamped with people. Girls and guys alike smiled brightly at the sight of the young man, and waved as they passed.

"Blaine!"

"Kurt, don't you worry."

"Blaine!"

"Cause I wouldn't leave you!"

"Blaine!"

"Not even for Puck!"

"Yo!" Their friend called, lifting his first to pump Blaine's.

"Hey! Lookin good man!" While the rest of the group marched forward, calling his name, Blaine pulled Kurt back, staying behind.

"Blaine!"

"What we have is perfect!" He noted.

"Blaine!

"Then we'll tell my father." Kurt urged.

"Blaine!"

"Lay off the crack." Blaine budged, taking Kurt's hand in his. 'You and I, you take my hand, leaving my breathless! Take a look in these big brown eyes so you'll understand; you know why we whisper in hallways 'I'll be with you always!' Running together, forever you and I!'

Blaine turned with a cheeky smiled, intending to head off to class. Kurt frantically opened his backpack, searching for the paper. Once found, he hurried after his boyfriend, fitting into stride perfectly.

"There's something that I want to ask you; don't say no, just hear me out! After school they hold auditions, something just to think about. . . ."

Blaine snatched the paper from Kurt's hand and groaned. "God, you said the same thing last; you know acting's not my thing! Plus I might go out for baseball, and I neither dance nor sing."

"You have never mentioned baseball; you haven't played since we were twelve! And as for 'acting's not my thing', it's obviously something else."

"I don't act!" Blaine insisted.

Kurt stopped, throwing his hands in tha air. "I think we're the BEST act this school as ever seen!"

"So take a bow and I'll-"

"You know what I mean!" Kurt ripped the paper back, shoving it into his backpack. "It was just a thought, forget I brought it up."

Smiling softly, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer. "I'll think about it tonight, when everything is right. We'll shut off all the lights . . . and cuddle in bed, and see how far we get."

Without even a look around, Blaine kissed him. Kurt deepened the kiss, pulling away almost breathlessly. "Was that to shut me up?"

Blaine laughed then. "Yes."

"Jerk!" Kurt pushed him away, his smile growing larger.

'You and I, you take my hand, leaving my breathless! Take a look in these big brown eyes so you'll understand; you know why we whisper in hallways 'I'll be with you always!' Running together. . . .' "Missed me." He taunted, pulling away swiftly as Kurt went in for a kiss.

Leaving with a wink, Blaine headed off to class, leaving Kurt alone to watch as he walked away.

'Forever you and I' Kurt breathed softly.