All of the sudden things were not going according to plan. Something had changed in the air around them, something had changed with Blaine, but Kurt couldn’t quite be sure of what exactly. However Blaine was clearly saying that they were done for the day and it hadn’t even been ten minutes. In fact they hadn’t really accomplished anything, and Kurt needed to get this damned homework shit out of the way. That was the plan; the master plan. Kurt tried taking everything n slowly, from the words Blaine said to the way he threw everything into his bag. Had Kurt said or done anything since arriving that would cause this reaction? He didn’t think so. Despite every dirty little thought he had, he’d behaved with restraint. No, so it wasn’t something he’d done then what was it?

Then Kurt realized the important factors. The flush staining itself across Blaine’s cheeks and the fact that even though he’d said they were done and he packed his things; Blaine was yet to get up from the table. In fact he was practically glued to his chair while he clearly waited for Kurt to get up and leave first. Oh. Well, Kurt knew how that felt at least. Kurt’s hand sort of automatically stretched over as though to lay itself on Blaine’s arm, but it dropped on the table at the last instant and Kurt pulled it back. He couldn’t touch Blaine right now, because if he did it would only be to pull Blaine against him and lick his way into his mouth with his tongue while his hands work their way into Blaine’s pants. No, he had to go about this another way.

Kurt stood up, slowly, pushed his chair away from the table, turned round and leaned back, half sitting on the table next to Blaine. “Blaine.” He said his voice low and soft. “We haven’t accomplished anything so what’s the real reason for the sudden hurry?” He asked, knowing full well what the answer was already. Kurt lay his hands on the edge of the table and sort of leaned back, looking down at Blaine. His eyes narrowed just a tiny bit. “I’m sorry you have to be my partner, I know it may not be ideal, what with you trying so hard to avoid me, but here we are. So talk to me.” The whole time he kept his voice uncertain, low, and gentle. It was all a ruse of course, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted Blaine so damn bad and clearly Blaine wanted him too. He just had to get Blaine to admit it.

Kurt studied Blaine and worked to breathe in and out, to keep his hands gripping the edge of the table, to lean back away and not toward Blaine. All of it required so much focus because Blaine was hard. For him. Right now, and so fucking close to him. It wouldn’t be difficult at all to just take what he wanted. However he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do that. Instead he waited.

When Kurt finally stood up, Blaine let out a breath of something between relief and disappointment. Instead of leaving, though, he was getting closer, sitting on the table. Blaine’s eyes flickered to Kurt and his lips parted for his tongue to wet them. He gulped. Blaine knew Kurt was sitting on the table, but he had apparently forgotten that meant when he glanced to where Kurt was sitting, he was eye level with Kurt’s crotch. Oh God, stop staring. Blaine’s mind obeyed that command, but only just. Instead, his eyes snapped up to Kurt’s when his name was called, which wasn’t necessarily the smarter of the two decisions. Kurt was looking at him, calling him out on his lie. Blaine bit his lower lip and had the decency to look ashamed at being caught in his lie, especially one as poorly put together as that one.

At being accused of avoiding Kurt, Blaine looked down, then his eyes flickered back up again. “I’m not avoiding you. We don’t usually talk, do we?” Blaine’s voice sounded hollow even to himself. While it was basically the truth, there was something about the accusation that made Blaine want to defend himself. The only problem with that would be that in order to do that, he’d have to talk to Kurt, which wasn’t going very well. “And I’m not hurrying. I just thought you might have somewhere better to be than sitting here with me. We’re not friends, so why would you spend any more time here than you have to. I just thought I’d let you know you could go.” Blaine was grasping at straws by that point, his focus switching between being irritated that Kurt was teasing him and being irrationally turned on by the fact that he was inches from Kurt’s cock. “Besides,” he added, thinking of something else, “I have a math test to study for and if I leave I’ll lose my spot in the library.”

With difficulty, Blaine finally pried his gaze from Kurt’s lips, which were full and wide and pink, and the way that Kurt was talking made it almost impossible not to look at them. It was difficult, but when he did it, Blaine busied himself with refilling the lead of his pencil, anything to keep from having to look up again. Kurt was everywhere and realization dawned slowly over Blaine: Kurt knew. He had to know something. Blaine cursed himself for being so flustered, and then he turned that on Kurt. It was Kurt’s fault he was this frustrated in the first place, his fault that he’d lost sleep and brain capacity to thinking nonstop about either sex or the damn proposal that he’d made. If Kurt hadn’t slept with him, or if he decided they didn’t have to talk, then Blaine was sure he’d have been fine, and this situation wouldn’t have happened.

Something in him snapped. “Besides, the only reason you’re even here is because of this project, so don’t act like I’m not doing you a favor by letting you go now.” His voice was weak in his last argument. He was running out of options quickly, and Blaine prayed Kurt would take a hint or get a clue or something and go so Blaine could focus on getting rid of his hard-on enough to go back to his room.

Kurt did not smile when he realized Blaine was staring at his crotch. Unfortunately his body went ahead and reacted on its own without his consent and a warm sensation puddle low in his belly. Oh yeah, he definitely needed Blaine to come around to his way of thinking. Soon. Blaine was answering him now, and Kurt kept his posture nonchalant, his face relaxed. He had some good sounding reasons for dismissing Kurt, they weren’t friends, they didn’t talk, Kurt must have better things to do, Blaine had math to study; all valid and semi respectable reasons. Kurt was watching Blaine though. He knew the real reason so it was simple enough to hear the empty sound of the words, the grasping that Blaine must be doing right now in his head.

It would have been amusing with almost any other person, after all Kurt liked the chase as much as the next guy. Blaine wasn’t just anyone though, he wasn’t a one-time fuck. He was the one Kurt had offered more to, not everything. He didn’t have everything to offer, but he’d offered more because he’d needed it and because what they’d had been incredible. Kurt knew for a fact Blaine had felt it because he’d wanted the everything Kurt couldn’t give. So now they’d been tiptoeing around the subject for almost a week and Blaine was apparently no closer to working it out than he had been and suddenly Kurt was just feeling frustrated. Blaine wanted him, he wanted Blaine. They didn’t have to be sitting here pretending like that wasn’t obvious.

Clearly Blaine was frustrated too because his entire tone changed. He started strong but his voice practically faded to a whisper at the end. Kurt refused to back down though, the worst thing that could happen right now was that Blaine could refuse him and then they would be no worse off than they were right now.

Kurt sighed in one long exhale. “This doesn’t have to be so difficult, Blaine. You’re not the first guy in the history of the world to get a hard on in public you know.” Kurt kicked the bottom of Blaine’s chair with his nearest foot. Then he let his crooked smile spread gently over his features as he looked down at Blaine. He felt a little pity, sure, it was hard not to feel that with Blaine looking so distressed, but mostly he just wanted slip under the table and help Blaine out with his problem.

When Blaine felt his body lurch forward as his chair slid backward, the dam broke. Blaine’s entire face turned bright red, and then drained of color, and he jumped to his feet. Sure, he heard Kurt tell him that he wasn’t the only guy this happened to, but it had to be: this was around Kurt, and Blaine was barely keeping it together as it was. With Kurt knowing that Blaine was turned on by him…for him, Blaine thought that he would have to say yes, or that Kurt would expect him to agree to the ridiculous proposal. Blaine couldn’t do it. He wanted to, God, he wanted to, but it…all of the reasons that Blaine had against doing this were gone. All he wanted to do was get through this, his last year without any more mishaps than there had already been. But no, Kurt was intent on making it damn near impossible to do anything but focus on him and his growing need for the boy.

“What do you want from me!?” The question was ripped from his throat and fell into heavy silence. Quickly, Blaine looked around to make sure that he hadn’t upset any of the other patrons in the library before turning back to Kurt. His chest rose and fell as Blaine tried to relax, tried to focus or think about something other than the same boy that had been in his head nonstop for over a week. The truth was that even when Blaine had been terrified of Kurt, he’d been on his mind. He made decisions based on what would get Kurt to leave him alone, and then he’d made decisions based on what he could do to get Kurt to like him, to pay attention to him or notice him. And then it had been back to trying to make sure Kurt didn’t know Blaine was thinking about him. Either way, Blaine had Kurt on his mind since the beginning.

He should say no. Blaine knew somewhere, logically maybe, that saying no meant that Kurt would leave him alone, and that maybe Blaine would be able to go about his life without fear of constant interruption. But it also meant more of what the past week had been like: sleepless and irritated, not knowing how to say even hello without fearing being overcome by something much bigger than Blaine knew how to deal with. Saying yes, though… Saying yes was almost just as bad as saying no, because then Blaine was agreeing to rules, to secret trysts that meant nothing more than feeling good. But it meant Kurt. Something, anything with him. Somehow, Kurt was the biggest reason Blaine had to say no while simultaneously being the biggest reason Blaine had to say yes.

Blaine made a noise from somewhere deep in his throat, a noise that was a mix of utter frustration, brokenness, and defeat. His mind was still warring with every last fiber of his body, but something gave, and before he had a chance to think for even a second, he was lurching forward and grabbing either side of Kurt’s face and kissing him. The second their lips connected, Blaine whimpered and his heart rate doubled and his stomach quivered, but he kept kissing, frustrated and angry and trying to understand what was going on and failing miserably. When he pulled away, it was only far enough to take a deep, shuddering breath and to dive back in. The next time he broke off, Blaine made a frustrated whine and pulled his hands away from Kurt’s face. “I don’t—I can’t—ugh!”

Kurt thought this was it. Blaine was going to run out because he’d pushed too far, and then he would have to actually let this whole thing go. He didn’t want to though. He would stop Blaine. He would just…he would grab him and kiss him like before. Kurt would make Blaine forget whatever arguments he was having with himself and he would remind Blaine of every reason why they were great together. They were, Blaine wouldn’t, couldn’t deny it. Hell Kurt couldn’t deny it and Kurt never let anyone get to him like Blaine had. Kurt shifted off the table so he could lunge for Blaine when Blaine turned to go. Blaine’s eyes were practically wild and that was doing all sorts of things to Kurt’s insides so he was distracted and completely caught off guard when Blaine grabbed him and began kissing him.

This kiss managed to be everything the others hadn’t been. Kurt surrendered right away, what choice did he have? His hand slipped on Blaine’s arms unable to gain purchase as he seemed to have no control over his own body. He needed something to hold on to because he felt the world tilt at a crazy angle as Blaine pulled back and then came right back in before Kurt could draw a single breath. Finally Kurt’s hands scrabbled on Blaine’s waist and held. Kurt reeled and tried to kiss back but Blaine’s tongue was in charge and all Kurt could do was follow along. Not that he minded at all.

When Blaine dropped his hands and pulled back again, the air went rushing back into Kurt’s lungs and for just a second he experienced spots of light on the edges of his vision. His eyes lit on Blaine’s crumbled face and his heart pounded at Blaine’s broken words. Kurt sucked in more air, his eyebrows drawing together, before he answered Blaine. “Why Blaine.” His voice was no longer so confident so he tried again this time with more conviction. “Tell me why, don’t shut me out like before.” Kurt’s chest was still heaving but he stood still, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

Blaine thought that he was going crazy. No, he was sure of it. Watching the way that Kurt watched him, the way his chest rose and fell and the way that his lips bruised darker so easily after being kissed, it was driving him completely and absolutely insane, and Blaine couldn’t do a thing about it. In the wake of pulling away from Kurt, all Blaine could do was try his hardest not to press against him again, rut against him and kiss him until he came and cried Kurt’s name into his mouth. Blaine’s cock jumped in his pants, and he growled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. It was those kinds of thoughts exactly that Blaine couldn’t handle: the ones that never happened to him that he couldn’t get enough of but it was always kurtkurtkurt and it was never enough but it was too much.

And then Kurt was telling him to explain himself. Blaine nearly choked on his scoff.

“Why what, Kurt?” Blaine asked, sighing and rubbing his temples. “Why can’t I do this? You know exactly why: we’re not friends, we couldn’t be friends. I don’t…I don’t do…this.” Blaine waved a hand in the air for a moment before it resumed its position of rotating small circles against his forehead. “I don’t just hook up with people and it’s great if you do. I mean, no judgement, but I can’t. You took everything from me.” Blaine paused, knowing full well he’d given it, begged Kurt to take it, but he needed to make his point clear. “I go to school. I get good grades. I don’t talk back. I don’t skip classes. I don’t smoke and I don’t drink and I don’t want people like this.” Color flared up on his cheeks. “Can’t you tell how badly I want you?” He made a small frustrated noise through closed lips and had to restrain himself from kissing Kurt again to make his point. Instead, Blaine dropped his hands back down by his sides and was reminded of the physical evidence of his wanting.

Blaine wanted to get closer. He needed to kiss Kurt again so that the ache in his chest subsided into something remotely manageable, but every time he got closer, Blaine knew he was only getting closer to saying yes and ruining everything. Anger bubbled through his veins as frustration waned, and Blaine was opening his mouth again, before thinking. Again. “And by the way, when did I shut you out? I was the one who talked to you. I tried to explain everything. You were the one who said we needed to talk. You were the one who shut me out. Ugh!” Blaine took a deep breath, unsure of why anger made him want to do nothing more than wrap his arms around the same person he was angry with and kiss him until his lips were bruised. “This is impossible.”

Kurt didn’t know when he’d moved forward toward Blaine but it had happened somewhere n the middle of Blaine’s rant. He actually had to stop himself from just closing that little space left between them because he knew that wasn’t what needed to happen. He was so close, so close to being able to take Blaine in his arms and kiss all of this away, but he couldn’t just take it by force. It didn’t work that way. Blaine had to be the one to give, like he had a moment ago. Kurt watched him all through his speech; his eyes never left Blaine’s. He wasn’t an idiot. Kurt had understood all of Blaine’s arguments from the beginning. Some people might say they were even valid arguments. Blaine, good, sweet, innocent Blaine had offered himself to someone and had expected a relationship. Well, a certain kind of relationship, and Kurt couldn’t give it to him. But Kurt hadn’t meant to be cruel. Not then. He’d only meant to be honest. That was better than a lot of guys out there. Even so, Kurt knew who and what he was, he couldn’t just be someone else because he wanted to please Blaine any more than Blaine could be someone else to please him. So what he’d offered Blaine was his idea of a compromise. Clearly it was not Blaine’s idea of a compromise, and Kurt didn’t have it in him to blame Blaine for that fact, but he did want a chance to win Blaine over and he was going to take it. Right now.

Blaine stopped talking. He was angry and flushed and Kurt itched to hold him tight, but he stayed right where he was and carefully weighed his words. “I wasn’t trying to push you away. I know that’s what it must have seemed like, maybe I could have waited, maybe I could have given you more time, but it felt dishonest. I didn’t want to lie to you. You said you needed time to think and then you never came back with an answer.” All of this was said quietly, calmly.

“Alright. This isn’t ideal. This is maybe even far from ideal and I get it. Okay? Blaine I get it. Whatever else you think of me I want you to know that I’ve heard every word you’ve said, and maybe I don’t always know how best to respond to you but I think you can understand that because we both seem to have that effect on each other. But before you say no, before you decide that this really is impossible I want you know something.” Kurt’s tongue darted out to moisten his lips before he continued.

“People make promises all the time, Blaine. To love each other, to stay together, to be faithful. Then they break those promises, and when they do they break the hearts of the people they promised to care for. Worse than what I’ve done to you. It’s so much worse the way people can hurt the people they love.” Kurt shook his head slowly, his eyes clouding for just a moment. “So I’m not offering that, but I can give you something better. I can give you the truth. Always. The rules, the arrangements, they aren’t just to make me happy; they’re to protect us both. That doesn’t make what we do together less special; it just makes it more real. This, between us, is real. I don’t want to give it up, and I’m pretty sure you don’t either. So don’t Blaine. Give it a chance. If you really don’t want it or if you change your mind, you walk away.”

Kurt swallowed thickly. He could feel the electricity in the air around them and between them. It sent gooseflesh pimpling across the back of his neck and he waited. He bit down on his lip to try and stay quiet, surely he’d said enough, but it was too quiet between them. He wanted to move, to grab Blaine, and he couldn’t. “Say it’s enough, Blaine.” He hadn’t meant to speak but the words tumbled out anyway. He sounded desperate. He was desperate.

Blaine’s eyes darted back and forth between Kurt’s lips and the space around him as he spoke. He wanted to believe him, believe that Kurt really did know all about hook-ups and the way that people could and would hurt him. Kurt had to know. He must have had experience or something, and Blaine was inexperienced and he didn’t know. His head spun with ideas of how Kurt was probably lying to him, telling him this to get him to say yes, but there was something in his eyes, the way that he was talking, that made it difficult to believe that part of his mind. Blaine’s eyes shifted back to Kurt’s and he watched as the other boy spoke, fighting every urge in his body.

One urge wanted him to press against Kurt and kiss him until there wasn’t a thought in either one of their heads, because Blaine was certain that he’d done enough thinking in the past twenty minutes to last him at least six months, if not an entire lifetime. His second urge was to leave so that he could clear his mind and think, have some peace without Kurt invading all of his senses and making it absolutely impossible to concentrate on anything other than him. And then there was the third option which wanted Blaine to forget every doubt he’d had and say yes to Kurt, a resounding yes because everything coming out of Kurt’s mouth didn’t sound bad. In fact, it sounded…it sounded good.

As silence fell between them, Blaine’s face contorted, thinking, trying to make the decision he’d been trying to make all week. Kurt had said it would be real, and after imagining scenario after scenario, Blaine’s body ached for something real. And then he heard it. Kurt told him to say that it was enough, and his voice was uncertain and quiet. Blaine blinked. Kurt didn’t trust him to say yes. Blaine, though, didn’t trust himself to say yes either, so he understood where Kurt’s trepidation was coming from. That wasn’t what changed Blaine’s mind. It was the fact that Kurt wanted this just as badly as Blaine did. He exhaled and took a slow, deliberate step forward, and another until he and Kurt were touching hip to hip, chest to chest, and kissed him.

This time, when Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt, instead of racing thoughts and doubts and woulds and shoulds and coulds, there was silence and peace, quickly followed by a surge of pleasure. His mind remained blissfully blank as he shuffled his feet to try to guide his knee in between Kurt’s legs to give himself the friction he’d been craving for a week straight. He made a noise that was low and needy, then pulled his lips off of Kurt’s long enough to inhale, exhale, and ask with his lips brushing across Kurt’s as he spoke, “What are the rules?”

Kurt didn’t know what was going to happen, and he hated those types of situations. It was out there though, it was done and now all he could do was just stand there feeling helpless. Until Blaine started to step forward. Oh, and closer; all the way closer, until they were touching. Until Blaine was pressed right up against him and they were kissing. Oh god yes. Then Blaine made this needy little sound and Kurt thought he would lose it, as if he weren’t already far enough gone as it was. When Blaine pulled off his lips, Kurt automatically gripped him around the waist to hold him into place. He fully intended to crash their lips back together when Blaine surprised him by speaking right against his lips, “What are the rules?”

Kurt groaned and clutched at Blaine’s back trying desperately to get Blaine closer, though they were already as close as they could be while fully dressed. His mind whirred pulling up responses fast, but what he did was reach down and lift Blaine’s leg in his hand so that he could angle himself between Blaine’s legs and then he crushed his lips against Blaine’s once more. Whatever thinking processes he had left were gone. Just gone. He was kissing Blaine, rubbing up against Blaine and everything else had to take a back seat. He slanted his head and their lips slotted together just so and he dipped his tongue into Blaine’s mouth. But t wasn’t enough, not nearly enough so his hand tangled into Blaine’s hair and he jerked Blaine’s head back; effectively deepening the kiss.

Kurt was deep into the wantneedmore sensation that was spreading through him when he remembered the rules. Kurt tore his mouth free, sliding his lips until they were lightly touching the shell of Blaine’s ear. “Rule number one, the easy out. If and when one of us is done, that person gets to walk away no questions asked.” Kurt kissed Blaine’s earlobe slowly, teasingly. Kurt dipped down to lick and nibble at Blaine’s neck; working his way across until he came up to Blaine’s other ear. “Rule number two,” he whispered, “in public we are no more or less than casual acquaintances.” Kurt kissed his way back to Blaine’s mouth and he kissed him soft and slow before whispering against his lips, “Rule number three, after this there will be no public displays of affection.” Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine’s once more and slowly licked his way into Blaine’s mouth. His hips ground forward against Blaine’s and the hand holding Blaine’s leg hitched it a little higher. Then Kurt lowered Blaine’s leg to the ground, tore his mouth from Blaine’s and began working on Blaine’s shirt buttons.

Kissing. Blaine could definitely get used to kissing, especially the way Kurt did it. There was the way that his tongue knew exactly where it was going when it was in his mouth, hot and wet and exploring and commanding in a way that made Blaine weak in the knees. He wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist and held back, with the way that Kurt’s hands held tightly to him quickly making its way onto the list of things that Blaine could get used to. After Kurt’s tongue had thoroughly demolished ever coherent thought in Blaine’s brain, made his brain swim and his breath vacate his lungs, Kurt’s arms were there to keep him from either swooning or his legs from buckling.

When Kurt’s hand came to grip his thigh, Blaine’s other leg did quiver. The hand was hot on his leg and it pulled them closer. There was no shame in the movement when Blaine dragged his hips the opposite direction that Kurt’s were moving and being rewarded with spikes of friction that left him unable to do anything but whimper into Kurt’s mouth, push himself closer, and do it again and again until he was nearly a quivering, whimpering heap. He tried to be quiet, knowing that he was in the library, knowing that they could get caught, but he didn’t care, not even a little, because Kurt was pressed against him and he wasn’t letting go.

Blaine felt Kurt’s lips at his ear, fingers in the back of his hair that had curled up from the gel and opened his mouth to whimper. The sound that actually came out was a whine followed quickly by a gasp, and Blaine closed his eyes as his whole body shivered. Rule number one. That was the hardest rule to stomach. He wanted to shake his head no, but then Kurt was kissing his earlobe and Blaine forgot how to breathe for a second because then Kurt’s lips were moving down his neck and to the other ear. He jerked a small nod to the first rule and tried to make some sort of affirmative noise, but he wasn’t exactly sure that his brain actually processed the request, because then there was rule number two being whispered by wet, talented lips and Blaine tilted his neck forward into Kurt’s mouth, a moan starting in his chest and silenced by Kurt’s lips against his again for the third rule. Blaine could handle that. Especially if every time they touched it had to lead to this, and from the way that Blaine’s heart was beating, he knew that it had to.

Suddenly, Kurt was gone from his lips and before Blaine had a chance to even protest, nimble fingers were working at the buttons of his shirt. Blaine exhaled, sharp and heavy, and raised a hand to Kurt’s cheek where he stroked back into his hairline and down the back of his neck while he caught his breath for just a moment. His brain caught up to his mouth and then Blaine was talking in a rushed whisper. “Okay, easy out, casual acquaintances, no-none of this in public.” An idea flickered behind his eyes and Blaine was reaching out a hand to the front of Kurt’s pants, feeling the outline of his cock through his pants. Blaine’s eyes closed for a moment, and he forced himself to remember what he was talking about. “Is that it?” he asked, sucking a deep breath when the buttons of his shirt were undone and wriggling his shoulders to rid himself of the offending item. Then he pressed his lips against Kurt’s again, needing him again, more of him and all of him and everything in between.

Kurt moaned softly against Blaine’s mouth. He knew that they should move this elsewhere, or that at the least he should stay quiet, but all his nerve endings were humming, were lit and he wasn’t going to stop now. Blaine was repeating the rules. Good, he was listening. Kurt thought it must be at least as difficult for Blaine to listen right now as it was for him to speak but neither of them seemed able to stop long enough to hold a conversation, not when there were so many other wonderful things they could be doing instead.

“No, that isn’t all.” Kurt whispered between kisses. He had Blaine’s shirt undone now and pushed the edges aside to reveal a long strip of Blaine’s flesh which he immediately peppered with kisses and bites. His tongue licked a wet stripe down the middle of Blaine’s chest and abdomen until his tongue ran out of skin and then Kurt began unfastening Blaine’s trousers. Once they were unbuttoned and unzipped, Kurt slipped his hand inside, over Blaine’s underwear and stroked him, palmed him roughly. He squeezed the head of Blaine’s dick between his finger and thumb and leaned into Blaine, his lips ghosting over Blaine’s cheek. “Rule number four,” he squeezed Blaine again, “When we’re apart, we communicate through texts only.” Then he worked his hand under Blaine’s underwear to stroke his cock fully in his fist.

Kurt punctuated this action with another open mouth kiss before he continued listing the rules. “Rule number five, no sleepovers.” Strangely enough Kurt felt like this one might be the hardest one for him to stick to as he had slept so soundly wrapped around Blaine’s warmth. However sleepovers led to cuddling and morning talks and that just couldn’t be. His mouth sought Blaine’s again, heat and need coiling in him. His hips took up a pace rubbing his trapped hard on against Blaine’s leg in time to his hand. He pulled his head back again. “Rule number six,” Kurt panted, “no cuddling.” Kurt’s hand sped up.

Kurt’s tongue made Blaine’s eyes shoot open, but for a few seconds, he couldn’t see anything. Then he blinked again, and he groaned, deep and shuddering, into the air as Kurt licked stripes down his chest. It was hot and raw and Blaine panted with the exhilaration that coursed through his veins. Blaine’s fingers skittered down Kurt’s thighs, then back up to around his waist, holding onto the waistline of his pants to keep himself present.

Somewhere, Blaine heard that there were more rules, but this time, he could hardly be bothered to listen. He forced himself to at least repeat back some of what Kurt was saying so that it would be in his mind sometime when he needed it in the future. The future was so far away, though. Blaine could hardly focus on the pressing need of the now because he needed Kurt so badly that there wasn’t even time to take his pants all the way down, and Kurt was palming him through his boxers and Blaine was panting and trying to keep up.

Blaine lifted a hand to his mouth to quiet himself when Kurt’s hand was finally on him, the remnants of a choked sob slipping through his fingers. He’d been desperate for this for a week, needing it. His hips stuttered forward, forgetting their rhythm at Kurt’s touch as he cried out again, feeling Kurt’s cock on his leg. “Um,” Blaine whispered, voice raspy and low. “Yes. God. Text, texting only. No sleepovers.” Kurt’s hand sped up and Blaine bit down on the flesh of his hand by his thumb to repress the sound. “Kurt, I’m…I’m close.” There was no time for blushing or embarrassment at what he was saying, in anything. It was a statement and it needed to be made, and Blaine was running entirely on instinctual auto-pilot. His hips jerked forward and dropped his hand, muffling the sound of the next rule with Kurt’s mouth. “No cuddling. Please, Kurt, please.” He had no idea what he was begging for, but the words were out of his mouth before he had even half a mind to stop them. He pressed his leg closer to Kurt’s dick, giving him more to rut against.

Kurt smiled. It was an automatic response to Blaine’s sudden stuttering. He could barely repeat the rules and Blaine was sure he was going to have to repeat them all again at some point in time, just not right now. Plus, Blaine was begging. Kurt really couldn’t handle it. He loved the way Blaine’s voice rose over the word please. It was probably one of the sexiest things Kurt had ever heard. However, right now he had one more rule to get through. His hand slowed in Blaine’s pants, and then it stilled and he gripped Blaine’s cock at the base and felt it pulse and twitch in his hand. Damn. Blaine really had been close. Kurt swallowed thickly as his mouth watered at the thought of staying like this and holding off Blaine’s orgasm until neither of them could take it any longer. Really though, as appealing as that sounded it just wasn’t what he wanted right now. Right now he wanted to cum with Blaine here in the library where anyone could walk by and catch them at any point in time.

Kurt searched Blaine’s eyes as he pulled back. Then, holding Blaine’s gaze he reached down to unzip his own pants. When they were undone he reached for Blaine’s hand and cup it around his dick. And oh god but that felt so much better than rutting up against Blaine’s leg. Kurt stared into Blaine’s smoldering eyes for just a second longer and then he was reaching for Blaine’s cock once more, taking it in his fist. “There’s just one….just one more rule.” Great now Kurt was stuttering. Instead of making him feel embarrassed or vulnerable he just smiled at Blaine somewhat crookedly.

Then he pumped Blaine harder and faster, his hips moving forward fucking himself into Blaine’s hand. His eyes wanted to squeeze shut but he forced them to stay right on Blaine’s the whole time. Kurt’s gut began clenching and he knew this was going to be over soon, much sooner than he would have liked. “Rule. Number. Seven.” Kurt was gasping, he was so close. “No falling in love.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth Kurt’s hips stuttered and he was coming hot and fast over Blaine’s hand, his head falling forward until his forehead touched Blaine’s but he still didn’t close his eyes or look away. He wanted to see Blaine come.

Blaine could feel his orgasm building rapidly in his stomach, the tug in his stomach creating a rapidly spreading heat, and Blaine opened his mouth to call out, to make a sound, but then Kurt stopped moving his hand and was holding the base of his cock. Blaine’s body stiffened and he whimpered, the sound punctuated by pants and gasps as he stuttered his hips forward. His entire body felt like it was entirely out of control. “What, Kurt, please, no don’t I need—” Blaine gasped and felt tears pricking at the backs of his eyes. He’d never been this on edge before, this keyed up and stopped before. “I need, Kurt, please don’t…” His outcries trailed off when he felt Kurt’s hand on his, and then he closed his eyes and shuddered when he felt Kurt’s cock, hot and heavy and hard in his hand. When Kurt started moving his hips, Blaine started moving his hand, jerking Kurt off as he waited for the last rule. He nodded. Anything, he would do anything if it meant that Kurt would let him get off. His entire body screamed for it, needing and aching and Blaine couldn’t remember why he’d denied himself Kurt for this long because this was fantastic.

Rule number seven. Blaine’s eyes were locked with Kurt’s, and he licked his lips and gasped. He’d heard it, faintly registered it somewhere in his mind, but he couldn’t repeat it back. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to, but he felt the spill of Kurt’s come on his hand and it sent him over the edge. Blaine sagged forward onto Kurt for a moment, needing the other boy to support his weight as his chest heaved with almost breaths and he came hard, burying the sound of a a cry into Kurt’s mouth. Blaine pressed his lips together the best he could, but he couldn’t breathe and his mind was reeling and Blaine could only keep their mouths connected until he was done coming. In his mind, there were stars and Blaine couldn’t feel his fingertips. Everything had melted away to the feeling right in his core as he came down.

The high that settled into his bones didn’t leave when Blaine took a half-step back, pulling his hand off of Kurt’s cock and lifting it to eye level. Tentatively, he rose it further, to his lips, and his tongue darted between his lips to taste Kurt’s come. It was almost bitter, but it was also tasted the way that Kurt smelled, just far, far more concentrated. Blaine made a small noise of appreciation and licked the flat of his tongue across his hand, making little noises until he was swallowing and looking back up at Kurt with a sheepish, almost-embarrassed smile on his lips. He swiped his tongue across his lips, then let out a breathy chuckle. In slow, deliberate moves, Blaine pulled his slacks back up his hips and zipped them closed, then fastened the button. Everything in him wanted to step back in and kiss Kurt, but he was unsure. Blaine toyed with the end of the left side of his shirt for a moment, bolstering the courage to say something. “Wow.” For once, his mind didn’t protest the only word he could come up with.

Blaine’s orgasm was sudden and hard and his dick pulsed steady and strong with each spurt over Kurt’s hand. All of that was good, it was wonderful, but it was Blaine’s face right before he fell against Kurt, it was his ragged breaths as his orgasm stole the last of his air away, and more than all of that together it was the way he cried out against Kurt’s mouth and clung to him as they both came back down. Kurt felt so suddenly relaxed that it was a surprise. Maybe it shouldn’t have been. After all he’d been so keyed up over this boy for days now, and now, right now, Blaine was soft and pliant in his arms. He was at a loss for words even and Blaine was never at a loss for words. Kurt felt his lips pull up in a small smile.

Kurt was content to just stand like this, just for a moment longer, but Blaine pulled back and Kurt immediately felt his loss. However he didn’t miss Blaine long because he was watching Blaine do the hottest thing ever. He began licking his hand, licking Kurt from his hand, and holy crap the little noses he was making was just dong bad things to Kurt all over. His dick gave a half hearted twitch and Kurt tried to force himself to be calm as he went about tucking himself back in his pants. It was difficult because all Kurt could do was imagine Blaine’s tongue doing that same thing to his cock, his lips stretching taught around it, his mouth sinking right over it until his dick was bumping the back of Blaine’s throat. A groan tried to work its way up his throat but Kurt held it back.

They had no time for a repeat of anything in here; they had already pushed their luck as far as Kurt was willing to push. Something that might have been embarrassment flitted across Blaine’s face and Kurt thought it really suited hm. There was color high on his cheeks and his lips twisted just so. Yes, he definitely needed to look like that more often.

Then Blaine was pulling his own pants back up and straightening himself and Kurt had to force himself to remember that the rules were out there now, and for good reason. No more kissing in the library, even though Blaine’s full lips just begged for kissing. It would have to wait, as much as he’d needed and wanted Blaine, the next time they did anything it would have to be in private. Kurt sighed almost imperceptibly. This was followed almost immediately by Blaine’s little muttered, “Wow,” and Kurt felt that smile play across his lips again. Hell yeah, wow. Jesus. He chuckled and gave in to the urge to close that distance between them just for a second so he could kiss the corner of Blaine’s mouth.

“Meet me later? Tonight, my room?” Kurt’s eyes searched Blaine’s briefly before trailing back t his lips. “Say, after dinner?” He asked, keeping his voice low and level.

Blaine’s mind quickly put together the pieces of what he’d agreed to, filing away the rules he’d have to follow and trying to implant them firmly in his mind so he wouldn’t forget himself and have another moment like this. He countered by figuring that this, however, was different because it had built up over days of longing and needing. Still, something in Blaine’s mind told him that he’d have to be careful following the rules. His lips pulled upward in a smile as he felt Kurt’s mouth against his own. He’d definitely have to be careful about that rule. Kurt made Blaine’s head cloudy, and it was so easy for him to forget himself and everything but the two of them. When Kurt pulled away, Blaine blinked slowly and resisted the urge to kiss him again. Instead, his lips worked to form a response to Kurt’s inquiry.

Kurt was inviting Blaine back to his room later. He knew why, or at least, he had some idea, but curfew was at ten and Blaine had no intentions of getting caught sneaking back into his room from someone else’s and getting into trouble. Still, he wanted to say yes, because it was Kurt and why in the hell would he say no? “I, uh, I ate before my math study group,” he said, sighing internally for the way he started his answer. “I mean, sure. I mean, curfew’s at ten, but if I don’t…there’s no staying over and I don’t want to get caught. That’s not to say that I don’t want to come over or anything, I just don’t get in trouble.” Blaine grew quiet again, a smile flickering over his features and then disappearing behind color rising on his cheeks.

“You don’t have my phone number, you know,” he murmured after a moment of thinking, his mind leaving him to go back over the rules as he tried to best answer Kurt’s question. “That doesn’t really have anything to do with, um, what you said, but, I mean… Yes. I’ll, I can come over.” Blaine’s head started providing scenarios of him getting caught sneaking back down the hall after curfew, and then supplied him with images of his grandfather having to come down to the school to listen to him explain that he’d gotten caught sneaking back to his room from his…not even boyfriend’s room.

Blaine frowned. He didn’t even have a title for what he and Kurt were. He opened his mouth to ask, then shut it again, not wanting to seem overbearing. Then he asked anyway, because Blaine was tired of not asking the questions that he needed the answers to. If this, whatever it was, had a title, then it would be easier to file away the rules underneath a specific heading. Without a title, Kurt was kind of just a friend who was more than a friend but wasn’t really his friend at all. “Kurt, what are we, this?” he asked in a rush and looked up at the ceiling. “I mean, if there’s a name or whatever for it. Or something.”

Kurt smiled all through Blaine’s stumbling. He felt completely disarmed when Blaine did that and he knew it should irritate him or something but it just didn’t. How could it when Blaine blushed like that or bit his lip just so. It was impossible to feel anything other than somewhat strangely charmed. Funny what a handful of days could do to a person, but Kurt was beyond questioning any of that now. He was enjoying everything too much now. Finally, when Blaine was done, really done, Kurt just stood there a moment grinning at him.

“We won’t get you in any trouble, I promise.” He said this as though they were planning to hang out and do homework together or something. “Having you on restrictions would really suck right now.” Kurt laughed softly and reached to squeeze Blaine’s hand. Really it would suck. No way he’d be letting that happen. Not when they’d just gotten things going. There was too much promise in the air, too many fun nights ahead of them. “As for the question of what this is,” Kurt paused and thought. He had to be careful because Blaine had been so upset by the whole idea of something casual from the start and Kurt understood why. “I think it’s best of we just begin simple. Let’s say, partners in crime for now and see where that leads us, okay? Maybe we can come up with a better name together later.” He gave Blaine’s hand a final squeeze.

Kurt finally stepped away from Blaine and moved to leave. Before he did though, he looked over his shoulder. “I actually do have your number, I’ll text you in a bit and then you can come over.” With that he walked out of the little alcove and strode purposefully from the library.

Blaine watched the way that Kurt spoke to him, with a fond, endearing sort of teasing smile on his lips that warmed Blaine’s heart in ways that it probably shouldn’t have for people who weren’t in a relationship. Then, though, Kurt was talking, and Blaine was paying attention to the way that Kurt put emphasis on how having Blaine on restrictions would suck. Blaine was almost one hundred percent sure that he and Kurt had different reasons for why being on restrictions was a terrible thing, but he was glad that Kurt had no desire to see him in trouble either way.

As Kurt paused to think, Blaine played with the fingers in his hand, squeezing back and twisting his wrist this way and that, just fidgeting until he heard the phrase. Partners in crime. Blaine smiled despite himself: the phrase was cute and sweet and just a little bit naughty. Partners in crime was far more fulfilling than anything Blaine had been prepared for Kurt to say. Instead of responding verbally, Blaine just nodded and smiled, bashful and unable to come up with anything remotely witty or appropriate to say. So instead, he blinked when Kurt was walking past him. His head tilted to the side and his face contorted into a small frown when Kurt said he already had Blaine’s phone number. By the time he turned around to ask Kurt how in the world he had his number, Kurt was gone, and Blaine couldn’t exactly run after him. Blaine chuckled and fished his phone out of his pocket. Blaine still didn’t have Kurt’s number. Befuddled, he flopped back down into the closest chair and stared at his phone for a full five minutes before he picked up his backpack and pulled it on.

When Blaine left the library, he went straight to his room to drop off his stuff, and then headed to the bathroom, where he proceeded to take a shower. The whole time, his cell phone was perched right outside of the shower stall on loud, waiting for a text message. Blaine scrubbed his hair and tried to figure out what to wear, mentally going through his wardrobe. When he got out of the shower, Blaine toweled his hair dry and padded back to his room, setting his cell phone on his dresser while he pulled on a pair of dark wash jeans, a green polo shirt and a black and gray striped cardigan. He contemplated his gray cotton bow tie for a moment, and then decided against it. Then, he went to do his hair. First, he tried to comb it, got frustrated, and glanced at his hair gel. He’d just washed it out, and it would take time to dry. Blaine looked back at his cell phone, the screen still dark. He had no idea when Kurt would text him. Blaine poked at the curls in his mirror and sighed, knowing he wouldn’t really be able to do anything with it.

After polishing his glasses for ten minutes, Blaine’s phone finally went off. He nearly dove off of his bed for it, frustrated and relieved by the message. It was from a number that he didn’t recognize, so he assumed it was Kurt. That much was confirmed when Blaine read the text. It was so simple. “Hey, it’s Kurt. Can you meet me in ten?” For the whole partners in crime thing, Blaine didn’t know why he’d been expecting a more elaborate message, maybe in some sort of code, or with code names or a smiley face, or something would have accompanied it, but Kurt, Blaine was finding out, was extremely difficult to decipher. Blaine quickly said sure, not bothering to mention that he’d been waiting for that text for almost an hour, or that he’d also been staring at his phone under the guise of doing other, semi-productive things.

Blaine checked the phone on his clock obsessively, then, exactly eleven minutes after Kurt sent his text, Blaine got up from his bed and slipped out of his room. He made the trip in under a minute, watching his phone to see if Kurt would call to ask where he was, or if he would text or something, and then caught sight of his hair. Inwardly, he groaned, knowing he should have gelled it even a little bit. But no, it was free and thick and curls decided where they wanted to rest on his forehead. Blaine rocked back on his heels and knocked twice on the door, this time feeling far more anxious about this meeting than the one before it. This was something Blaine wanted to do, completely divorced from school work and needing answers. This was planned. A blush colored his cheeks quickly as Blaine realized exactly what was going on: he was scheduling sex.