After he and Kurt had worked out when and where they were meeting in the library, Blaine gave up on attempting any more conversation. Instead, he focused on taking notes on the beginning of the novel, and then started jotting down page numbers for character references throughout the story. That lasted about twenty minutes, until the first yawn set in. Blaine glanced up at Kurt to see if he’d noticed, but he seemed to be in a world entirely of his own, and Blaine shrugged it off, unsure of why that thought bothered him as much as it did. The answer sneaked up on him as he yawned again. Kurt was the reason that he was exhausted, damn him and the way he’d managed to make Blaine writhe underneath him. Blaine rubbed his hand across his face and sighed a puff of hot air onto his desk, then settled for sketching an outline for what he wanted to do with the book project.

When class was over, Blaine scooped up his books and dumped them into his backpack on the way out, and then he could breathe again once he was down the hallway and tucked safely inside of his next class. Kurt was going to be the death of him, one way or another. His mind was screaming at him to just say yes, because he was tired of waking up hard and frustrated that Kurt had left him like that in his dream. He was tired of the way that his heart wrenched in his chest every time he saw Kurt or his stupid face, or heard the way his stupid voice sounded. Blaine was being petty, and he knew it, but he needed a way to get the whole problem out of his system. Unfortunately for him, Blaine’s English teacher had found a way to make that impossible.

When classes were over, Blaine hurried to grab dinner, thanking whatever luck he had that he hadn’t run into Kurt again, and ate quickly before heading over to the library. His math group consisted of himself and four other students when there was a test the next day. Blaine was only there to help answer questions that other students had: he understood the material perfectly well the first time around, and his grades reflected that. Still, it was nice to have found a group that didn’t entirely hate him, especially when the alternative was Kurt and his cronies. Blaine reached up to touch his hair gingerly. They were always insulting it, but Blaine was more than willing to deal with being teased about wearing too much gel. His curls, he decided years ago, were too wild to leave untamed.

After forty five minutes of answering questions and working through the study guide, the math group broke up, leaving Blaine with an extra half hour before Kurt was supposed to show up. Blaine rearranged his working space, putting away his math book and notes and pulling out his English binder. He was working on rereading one of the later chapters in the novel when the need to rest his eyes for just a second overtook him. He looked at the clock. There was time. He’d sleep for ten, fifteen minutes, and then wake up and deal with Kurt before going back to his room to sleep. It sounded like a good plan. Blaine’s head had hardly touched the desk in front of him, and then he was asleep.

The instant Blaine’s eyes closed, he was dreaming of Kurt. They were in his room, kissing against the door. Blaine was making sounds into Kurt’s mouth, and Kurt’s thigh was pressing between his leg, which made Blaine gasp and pull closer. He heard Kurt saying his name, but there was something off about it. It was too real, too…not passionate, and Blaine’s neck was starting to hurt. The dream crumbled and Blaine woke up, jumping in his seat. His neck whipped around and he saw Kurt, then had to blink to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He smiled, forgetting himself for a moment. “Kurt.”

Kurt went about the rest of his day without paying much attention at all to the world around hm. He was so totally focused on Blaine and the time they were going to be spending together n the library. He ran through different scenarios, different ways to broach the subject of his proposal. Unfortunately more than half the time he would have to stop himself mid fantasy because rather than logical scenarios he would find himself imagining bending Blaine over one of the tables in the library and fucking him senseless or pushing him up against the sacks and sliding his hand into Blaine’s pants and jerking him off while holding a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. Oh god. It was difficult to stay on task when he needed Blaine in every way so freaking bad. Oh, Blaine with his red, red lips stretched over Kurt’s cock. No. Enough.

Eventually Kurt did manage to figure out what he wanted to say, or the message he wanted to convey anyway. He was going in prepared to play it by ear because he wanted to do whatever it might take to get Blaine talking. He needed to know what was going on in that head of his and he needed to know now, preferably before he went insane. That was of course assuming he hadn’t already. Kurt didn’t stay in the dining room for dinner. He skipped the Warblers practice, Wes would be pissed but so what, and this was Blaine. Also technically it was homework, he reminded himself. So he took his dinner/snack back to his room, ate it down in a couple of bites and then went about tidying himself up before time to meet Blaine. Then he took only his book, notebook, and pen to the library. He tried to walk slowly, not rush his steps so he wouldn’t have to arrive out of breath and desperate seeming, but it was a difficult process.

Finally Kurt found the nook where Blaine told him to meet him, but the sight that met him was nothing he’d been expecting. Blaine was passed out on the table and he looked dead to the world. Kurt came in and laid his stuff on the table but Blaine didn’t move. Actually he looked pretty peaceful like that. His face was mildly flushed and his lips were parted and his breathing was even and calm. Kurt felt a twinge somewhere inside when he thought that Blaine might not have been getting mush sleep this week. Now he was passed out in the library from exhaustion and Kurt was going to have to wake him up, even if he hated to do it in some ways.

“Blaine.” Kurt sad, but Blaine didn’t budge so Kurt moved around the table and got closer. “Blaine!” He was whispering still but this was a little louder. Blaine remained still. “Blaine! Hey, Blaine!” Kurt was leaning down now, one hand on Blaine’s shoulder gently shaking him. Finally Blaine opened his eyes and seemed to realize where he was. He smiled though so warmly that Kurt had to answer it with a smile of his own.

“Hey there.” He said gently before sliding into the seat right next to Blaine. Kurt hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed that smile, or the sound of his name on those lips, but it almost beat out every smutty fantasy he’d had all day.

As Blaine woke up, his first instinct was to lean into the warmth that Kurt provided. He’d missed that so much, the way that Kurt smiled at him, saying his name and wanting nothing more than to get closer and closer still. “Hi.” Visions of kissing Kurt came to his mind, followed quickly by memories of the dream he was having before Kurt woke him up. His cheeks turned pink and Blaine was suddenly very aware of his surroundings. He was in the library, half-snuggling up with Kurt, who he wasn’t talking to. Immediately, Blaine stiffened and he straightened up while clearing his throat. He grabbed for his book and pencil, resolving that both Kurt and his mind were out to get him. With a quick glance at the clock, Blaine realized he’d only been napping for ten minutes, but obviously it was enough to shake his mind and make him forget the fact that Kurt was the reason he needed to nap anyway.

“I’ve written down a few different scenarios for how I think we should write an addendum to the beginning of the novel.” Yes, good. Blaine patted himself on the back for being able to focus on anything while he was staring at Kurt’s face. He looked down to his notes to find the right page, fingers unable to turn the leafs of paper. Irritated, he licked the pad of his index finger and began turning pages. Slowly, his frustration started to pile. This was Kurt’s fault. He’d been able to focus just fine during his study group, but the moment Kurt came along, it seemed like his entire body shut down. When he reached the right page, Blaine pushed the notebook in front of Kurt and opened his book to the first dog-eared page. “However, I think we should put the addition at the end of the first chapter, rather than before it. I actually kind of like the way Morrison starts the novel, and it would be literary sacrilege to change it.” Blaine’s mind had snapped back into the same way it had been for the last week. His tone was schooled to something resembling tolerance at being forced into this position.

The part of the project that was killing Blaine wasn’t really that he had to work with Kurt, though that wasn’t exactly helpful, considering he had trouble breathing properly or remembering anything other than how good it felt to have Kurt’s hips on top of his. No, definitely not helpful. But the worst part was that their project wasn’t due the next day, or even the day after that. It was due in over a week, which meant that they would be working together pretty much every day until it was done. Blaine didn’t think his heart would be able to handle more than twenty minutes of this, let alone hours every day. His mind was already swarming with ideas that he had about what he would do to Kurt, what he could do if Kurt would let him.

Which wasn’t helpful in the least. Blaine closed his eyes for a moment and tried to relax. He hadn’t been like this two weeks ago. He thought about sex like every other boy did, but it was never this pressing a need, and it never hurt his chest or made his stomach flop, and it certainly never kept him up at night. Blaine wanted nothing more than to turn and demand that Kurt explain what the hell was going on with his body, but that would mean talking to him, and Blaine couldn’t do that unless he wanted to ruin everything. Eventually his body would forget. It had to. Blaine opened his eyes and sighed, then rolled his shoulders back to hear the satisfying pop in his joints. Focus. He could do this. “Did you have any ideas?
Ideally, I’d like to start writing by mid-week, but to do that we have to have what we’re doing completely worked out. I want us to be on the same page here.” There was so much truth in that last statement that Blaine frowned. He wanted nothing more than to be on the same page with Kurt. But this was the project. It was easier to talk about this project than his life. Kurt, Blaine was sure, didn’t want to talk about his life. That would be too much like a relationship.

Kurt was enjoying seeing Blaine like this, so much so that he found himself disappointed when Blaine finally realized himself and straightened up. Suddenly he was all business and Kurt had to race a bit to catch up. He didn’t let feel too terribly sorry though, because now he’d seen past Blaine’s defenses and seen the way Blaine looked at him when those defenses were breached. Blaine was still interested. That was a victory all on it’s on. Kurt hummed lightly to himself as Blaine began explaining things in that clinical way of his. It didn’t matter. Kurt knew everything he needed. For right now.

When Blaine was done he finally asked it Kurt had any ideas of his own, and Kurt smiled at the air but he kept his face schooled carefully when he turned to Blaine. “I do.” He said simply as he pushed his own notebook toward Blaine. The first note on his list was, Do not change beginning of book, leave opening sequence intact. Kurt was somewhat pleased for that fact, maybe they wouldn’t have to work so hard to come up with other ideas that were similar or compatible. In fact, that might race through ts outlining part fairly quickly if Kurt put aside his pride long enough and then they could move on to more important things.

After a moment, Kurt was giving Blaine a chance to look at his notes, he spoke back up. “So I’m thinking that we write out a detailed outline for both the sections that we intend to add to.” He took his notebook back and turned to a fresh page. “Then, once everything is really worked out we can divide the sections in whatever way you think is most advantageous, and then we can meet here after school to share our progress and edit our work. What do you think?” Kurt’s pen was poised over his paper waiting for Blaine’s approval. This part was necessary but it was somehow the hardest. It was so difficult to be this close to Blaine and keep his hands to himself. He didn’t lean, he didn’t stare, and he just kept to topic. These were going to be long minutes, trying to lay their ideas down. It was irritating and Kurt’s hands itched to be on Blaine, but he knew there was no hope for it so he just worked to keep focus.

Blaine was taken aback when his and Kurt’s first ideas were the same. Part of him was extremely surprised that they were on the same page, and that they actually seemed to work well together. Then he remembered that during their first project, they’d managed to finish in a matter of hours, and that they’d worked quickly and efficiently. Unfortunately, he also remembered what had happened as a prelude to schoolwork. Blaine could feel his face go hot as memories flooded him, unbidden and definitely unwanted. He remembered the way that Kurt had kissed him hard and fast, the way that Blaine’s jaw had gone slack at the first thrust of their hips against each other. He swallowed hard and tried to focus on the notes in front of him, on Kurt talking, on anything else, but his eyes were hazy and unfocused as the memory progressed to the first time he’d come with another person, the way his body had shuddered and ran hot. Blaine’s throat was dry. Yeah, he and Kurt worked too well together.

When Blaine could focus again, he was instantly aware of the fact that he was hard in his slacks. Blaine flushed bright red and pulled his chair further under the table so that he was forced to sit up straight. He glanced over Kurt’s notes and tried to remember what Kurt had said. He got the gist, he thought at least, and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds fine to me. We can meet tomorrow or something to start on the outlines.” All Blaine wanted to do was get out of this space. It wasn’t safe. Kurt was in his thoughts and his sight, and he could hear him and God, he could smell him. Blaine’s cock jumped and he took a deep breath in through his nose. God, he couldn’t be in the same airspace as Kurt without having a physical meltdown. Blaine closed his book and looked for his book bag. He had to get out.

The moment Blaine spotted his book bag, he grabbed it from the floor and started tossing his book in it, and then pulled his notebook back. He wrote down quickly what Kurt had told him. “Great, we got a lot done,” Blaine lied easily on an exhale. “I’ll come by your room tomorrow afternoon and we can come back here to start working on the outline for the beginning of the novel.” He was talking quickly, frantically, trying both to will away his erection and to tell Kurt he could leave without actually saying it. Since every time he shifted, he caught some new sight of smell of Kurt, Blaine was certain the he wouldn’t be the first one to leave, not with the way he was turned on. Blaine steeled himself for what he’d have to do and looked at Kurt.

His heart jumped into his throat and his stomach sank, leaving him with the feeling of having just gotten off a roller coaster. His cock ached with the way he needed, and Blaine had to blink to remember that he was trying to get Kurt to leave. “Um, sorry to bring you down here for just a few minutes, but we finished faster than I thought. So, yeah. I’ll see you later.” Blaine tried to look away, he wanted to and he needed to, but his mind wouldn’t focus to turn his head. He continued to stare, cheeks pink and eyes wide, taking in all of Kurt, too much of him, but it was so far from enough.