Part three

'Hey, man. Good to have you back,' Mike said, clapping Blaine on the shoulder as they passed each other in the hall the next morning, calling over his shoulder, 'Don't forget! Glee practice extended till five today. Regionals, here we come!'

Blaine grinned and gave the thumbs up in response. He was happy to be back in school. He had missed his classes, his teachers and even his insane classmates. Particularly Blaine was glad to once again be in a space where he could see Kurt throughout his day – In the morning by the lockers. In the hallway between classes. At lunch. During glee – but the problem was that this wasn't enough today. That feeling from the night before hadn't gone away, and smiles and looks just weren't cutting it, when Blaine needed so desperately to kiss and moan and just be closer, closer, closer.

There was no privacy in the halls of McKinley of course, so he couldn't say as much to Kurt, but Blaine did manage to send him a few (barely) subtle looks across the table when they were having lunch with their friends, and the way Kurt blushed and tripped a little during his rant about Finn and Rachel's newly announced May wedding let Blaine know that he wasn't alone with his feelings.

'Dude, are you coming? Blaine?'

'What?' As Blaine was jolted out of his not-so-innocent thoughts about Kurt, he looked around to find Sam at his side, giving him an impatient look.

'Gym,' he said, and when Blaine still looked quizzical, he added in a "duh" voice, 'We have gym.'

'Oh! Right,' Blaine exclaimed, standing up quickly. Lunch period wasn't over, but their P.E. teacher usually gave them about thirty seconds to get changed, so most people got there five or ten minutes early. 'Coming. I'll just...'

Acting on a spontaneous idea, Blaine pulled out his phone and typed a quick text message. He proceeded to grab his lunch tray and when he passed Kurt on his way out, he leaned down to whisper in his ear, 'You should check your phone,' suppressing a smirk as he finally followed Sam out.

In the locker room, which was already half full of half naked guys, Blaine headed for the private shower and changing room as usual, spending a moment digging around his bag for the key.

'Are you ever gonna tell us what's with the privacy?' Sam called from a few feet away where he was kicking off his shoes.

'Nope,' Blaine replied cheerfully as he successfully retrieved the key. It was far from the first time anyone had asked Blaine what was up with that, and sometimes the question made him nervous and flustered, but today he just couldn't find it in himself to care.

'I bet it's not even for his benefit,' a voice called from the other end of the room. 'They're worried the fag will make everyone uncomfortable by staring at them in the shower.'

'Shut up, JT,' Sam yelled back. 'You're not that attractive, anyway.'

Blaine merely rolled his eyes as he shut the door behind him. He checked his phone before getting changed, and sure enough, there was a response from Kurt.

Blaine Anderson, your MOUTH omg. I nearly choked on my food.

Blaine grinned at Kurt's words and typed a quick reply, his continued horniness and the text communication making him bolder than he usually was. Then I guess I should be made to nearly choke too. On your cock preferably.

I wouldn't be opposed to that at all. You do have such a talent with your mouth. Be a shame to waste it, came the reply a few minutes later when Blaine was changed and ready. Blaine smirked as he sent off another reply.

This back and forth continued throughout the rest of their afternoon lessons (History had never been so interesting), their texts getting increasingly dirty and graphic. By the time they were in glee rehearsal, and Rachel was rehearsing her solo in the auditorium while the rest of them watched, "Kurt" was on his back, stretched and ready for "Blaine" to fuck him. Blaine was about to respond but hesitated suddenly.

There was something wrong with that image. Well, not wrong – Blaine loved that image – but what he wanted even more was...

Could we switch? he texted then, adding after a moment, Positions, I mean.

In the row in front of him, though Blaine couldn't see his face, Kurt seemed to hesitate as he read Blaine's text. Blaine waited, biting his lip nervously and trying to pay attention to Rachel. The response came a full minute later.

You want me to ride you? Cause I'm down with that. ;)

No. I mean, that would be hot. But...

Blaine sent these words off, before he could finish the thought, because at that moment Rachel finished her performance, and then Mr. Schue's attention was on the group again, prompting both Blaine and Kurt to tug away their phone, because they didn't much fancy getting caught sending dirty texts to one another. Blaine did, however, catch Kurt sending him a confused look during the commotion of the Trouble Tones taking to the stage and Rachel taking Mercedes' empty seat beside Blaine.

I'm ready, Blaine typed once the attention was once again on the people on stage. I want it. I want everything. I want you.

Blaine stared at the back of Kurt's head, willing him to turn around, so Blaine could see his face. Despite the two of them having discussed this before – that some day Blaine would want this – Blaine felt inexplicably nervous about Kurt's reaction. It still felt odd and a little bit wrong for him to express any desire at all. Responding to Kurt's and making them his own was one thing – even Kurt blowing Blaine for the first time had been Kurt making a move and Blaine accepting – but this was changing the status quo and saying This is what I want now. Please want this too.

Blaine swallowed as Kurt finally, after what seemed like minutes, turned around in his seat. His expression was soft yet carefully even (they were in the middle of glee rehearsal after all), and he mouthed at Blaine, Are you sure? to which Blaine could only nod. It was scary and huge, but he was sure. So sure.

Kurt turned again to type something, and Blaine waited anxiously, struggling to pay attention to the Trouble Tones' rendition of What Doesn't Kill You, but still jumping in surprise when his phone buzzed in his hand.

Come over after seven.

Glee rehearsal ended at five, which gave Blaine two hours to burn until he could show up at Kurt's house; hours which would probably have been best spent doing some of the homework he no doubt wouldn't be doing tonight, but instead he went to the gym.

After a quick change of clothes he poised himself in front of the punching bag, feeling the familiar dispelling of energy after only a few punches, and he had a lot to work out so he kept going, punching the bag over and over and eventually working up a sweat.

It wasn't that he was regretting his decision. He was certain that this was the right time to be making this decision. His body had wanted it for a long time, and his mind had finally stopped giving him reasons why he couldn't go through with it. However, Blaine was still nervous about it – though it was a good nervous; excited nervous – and the boxing helped him to expel all that, to focus and center himself, so when the time came he wouldn't be a shaking mess and give Kurt the impression that he didn't really want this.

Because Blaine did want this. So much. He had spent some time when he was first exploring his sexuality being horrified to realize that he was probably more of a bottom than a top, because what did that mean for his identity as transman? Wasn't it girly to want that? Of course he had been a naïve, fifteen-year-old ball of insecurity then. Time and plenty of internet research had eventually taught him that wanting that did not somehow invalidate his identity, because his identity was his and his alone, and no one could take it from him, no matter how much he opposed so-called masculine stereotypes.

That it had taken Blaine this long to get here had more to do with insecurity about his body than insecurity about his identity. Because despite how much he physicallycraved this, he knew it would leave him more exposed and vulnerable than anything he had done with Kurt so far (control was good while giving in was scary – but also potentially amazing) so before putting himself in that position he needed to trust both Kurt and himself not to freak out.

Blaine grinned to himself. Or maybe he just needed to be sufficiently horny.

Blaine suddenly became aware that it was already a quarter to seven and cursed himself for letting time run away from him. He stalked to the shower room, where he tore off his clothes quickly, not even stopping for his usual ugh reaction at seeing himself naked, before jumping in the shower. When he was done he got dressed and did his hair faster than he ever had, and when he left the shower room he almost walked straight into one of the football players (JT? TJ?).

'Oops, sorry. Didn't see you there,' Blaine said and clapped the other boy on the shoulder as he passed, grinning widely and not caring about the weird look he got in return.

By the time Blaine made it to Kurt's house, it was almost a quarter past seven.

'I'm sorry I'm late,' he all but gasped when Kurt opened the door to let him in. 'I was in the gym, and I was boxing and I don't know what happened to time-'

'Blaine, relax,' Kurt said, pulling Blaine inside and clearly trying to tame an amused smile. 'I just said "after seven." You're fine.'

Blaine grinned sheepishly. Okay, so maybe he was still a little nervous.

'So no one's home?' Blaine asked once he had hung his jacket and kicked off his shoes.

'Nope. We'll be alone for the next three hours or so.' Kurt pointed over his shoulder towards the kitchen. 'Carole left dinner in the fridge if you want any.'

Blaine moved to stand right in front of Kurt, looking him intently in the eye as he replied in a low voice, 'I'm really not hungry.'

'Me either,' Kurt whispered, returning Blaine's gaze. 'I don't know what I was thinking.'

They leaned forward at the same time, lips meeting in a soft yet passionate kiss.

'You're still sure about this?' Kurt asked when they parted.

'Positive,' Blaine said, but a moment later he flustered, 'You- I mean, you want this too, right? You're not just indulging me?'

Kurt just smiled sweetly and held out his hand to Blaine. 'Let's go upstairs.'

When they entered Kurt's bedroom, Blaine's mouth fell open slightly. The room was lit solely by about fifteen candles placed all around the room, and soft music was playing on the stereo. Dumbfounded, Blaine looked around at Kurt who shrugged.

'I may have been planning this moment for a while,' he said as Blaine shook his head fondly. 'Do you not like it? I didn't know what- I almost added flower petals, but I thought it might be a bit much. I just- I wanted it to be special, you know, because I know what this means to you. To both of us, and-'

'It's perfect,' Blaine said, and he felt his throat constrict as he reached to touch Kurt's cheek, the light stubble scratching his palm. 'I love you so much.'

'I love you too, honey,' Kurt said as Blaine pulled him forwards, their mouths crashing together a moment later, and Blaine found himself stumbling backwards towards the bed, the kiss only breaking when the back of Blaine's knees hit the bed and he sat down with a thump while Kurt remained standing. He ran his fingers along the neck of Blaine's shirt, only barely grazing the skin underneath and making Blaine shiver. 'Ready to lose some clothes?'

'Yeah,' Blaine breathed, unable to take his eyes off Kurt's mouth as he tugged off Blaine's shirt, revealing a plain tank top underneath.

'Mm, layers,' Kurt mumbled as he breathed in the scent of Blaine's shirt before tossing it towards the chair in the corner. He made quick work of removing own pieces of clothing until he was shirtless, his naked torso glowing beautifully in the candlelight, before he placed a knee on either side of Blaine's thighs, straddling him. 'Rubbed off on you, did I?'

As Blaine's eyes locked with Kurt's, he could feel Kurt's fingers toying with the hem of his tank top and he was almost certain that he could feel Kurt's excitement throbbing through four layers of clothing. Or maybe it was his own he was feeling. 'All I hear is "rubbing", and yes please.'

Kurt laughed. 'All in good time, sweet. First: Tank top. Lift.'

Blaine lifted his arms obediently, allowing Kurt to pull the tank top off. Kurt cupped Blaine's face with both his hands, gazing at him for a moment before planting a sweet kiss on his mouth, but Blaine squirmed a little, making Kurt break the kiss and frown in question.

'Would it...' Blaine shifted a little again and rolled his shoulders. God, his back was aching. He cleared his throat and indicated the binder he was still wearing. 'Would it be weird if I wanted to take this off?'

'No, I love it when you do,' Kurt said, stroking softly where his hand was resting at the inside of Blaine's right wrist. Blaine's confusion must have shown on his face, because after a couple of seconds Kurt went on, 'Because it means you're comfortable, doesn't it? Mentally, I mean.'

'Oh.' Blaine hadn't even really thought about it like that, the urge to leave his binder on or off usually feeling more instinctual than anything. 'Yeah, I guess it does.'

'Come on then,' Kurt said with a fond smile before placing a soft kiss on Blaine's nose and tugging on the binder. Blaine remained calm and his body complied, though he couldn't help the sharp intake of breath as the fabric was removed. 'Better?'

Blaine gave a sigh of relief as the pain in his back lessened. 'Much.'

'Good,' Kurt said as he ran a hand down the middle of Blaine's chest, tickling the soft hair there and just barely grazing the soft part of his chest. Blaine startled a little. 'I'm sorry, is that alright?'

'Yeah, yeah,' Blaine said breathlessly, finding himself lost in Kurt's eyes and overwhelmed with how familiar and foreign this all felt. 'It's just new. Just don't, like, fondle.'

'I won't,' Kurt said as he slid off Blaine's lap and moved to lie down, tugging Blaine with him until they lay on their sides, facing each other. Kurt trailed a finger down the length of Blaine's arm, coming to rest on his waist. 'You're gorgeous. I'm so lucky.'

'We are,' Blaine corrected before leaning in and capturing Kurt's lips in a kiss, which was happily reciprocated, and it soon deepened, tongues meeting and exploring as they kissed slow and languid. Kurt pushed Blaine onto his back then, climbing on top of him and pushing his hardening, but still clothed, cock into Blaine's crotch.

'There's your rubbing,' Kurt said though his voice was almost drowned out by Blaine's moan, because wow, that felt good.

'Yes, thank you,' Blaine breathed out, hardly aware of what he was saying. All he knew was that he was incredibly turned on, and now Kurt was trailing soft kisses down his torso, one hand finding and intertwining itself with Blaine's where it rested next to his head.

'You're so hairy,' Kurt commented after a short while.

'Mm,' was all Blaine could think to say in response, too distracted by the way Kurt's mouth was making his skin tingle.

'My hairy little monkey.'

Blaine snorted. 'Was any part of that a compliment?'

'Yes, definitely yes,' Kurt murmured against Blaine's stomach. 'Some monkeys are adorable, I'll have you know.'

'So I'm a cute monkey?' Blaine asked, amused.

'Mm, yes,' Kurt said, planting a circle of kisses around Blaine's bellybutton before adding, 'My cute, little monkey boyfriend.'

Blaine giggled. 'Fine.'

He watched enthralled as Kurt inched further and further south, moving maddeningly slow until finally – five more seconds and Blaine would have screamed at him to rip his pants off already – deft fingers popped open the button on his jeans. Kurt moved to kneel on the mattress next to Blaine as he peeled off Blaine's pants, and Blaine almost protested the loss of Kurt's weight pressing him down, but then his pants were off, and they were one step closer to tonight's goal, so he couldn't really complain. Kurt brought his hands to the hem of Blaine's underwear, before he lifted his gaze, looking to Blaine for permission.

Blaine gave a small nod, and in one quick motion – almost as if he were removing a bandaid – Kurt pulled off Blaine's briefs, leaving Blaine completely nude. It wasn't the first time, and Blaine was still okay with everything that was happening, but he still found his breath hitching and his pulse quickening at the realization that he was lying there, completely exposed under Kurt. Even though he was far too hairy and muscular to truly look like a girl, so many things were still not right with his body, and he couldn't help but feel self-conscious.

Especially since the first thing Kurt did was to stare confusedly between Blaine's crotch and his clothes on the floor, and for one horrible, confused moment Blaine had the thought that his genitals surprised Kurt, before he remembered that this didn't make any sense at all.

'Where's your packer?'

'I- What?' Blaine frowned and looked around the room. 'It's-'

'You weren't wearing it.'

Blaine thought for a minute. 'Oh god.' He propped himself up on his elbows. 'I must have forgotten it in the shower room. I was so distracted by the thought of coming here that I must have forgotten to put it back on.'

'Oh.' Kurt withdrew himself a little, and he looked...disappointed? 'Do you need to go find it?'

'Hey, no. It's fine.' Blaine reached out for Kurt's wrist, tugging him back toward him. 'I'll just go get it in the morning. That shower room is locked anyway. Pretty sure I'm the only student with a key.'

Kurt raised an eyebrow. 'That's very zen of you. A month ago you would have been freaking out about someone finding it.' He ran a light finger up the length of Blaine's leg, and Blaine saw the playfulness that the momentary confusion had erased return to his eyes. 'You sure?'

'Yeah.' Blaine felt his lips quirk in a suggestive smile. 'Besides, we were rather in the middle of something, weren't we?'

'True,' Kurt conceded, his eyes growing hungry as they settled on Blaine's lips.

'And you're wearing far too much clothes for my liking.'

Kurt looked down at himself as though he was only just realizing that he was still wearing pants, before he scrambled off the bed and shimmied them off quickly, his already semi-hard cock springing free. Blaine stared hungrily at it, scrambling to his knees to meet Kurt at the edge of the mattress.

'God, I've missed you.'

'Are you really talking to my cock right now?' Kurt asked and Blaine didn't have to look to know that he had one eyebrow raised in exasperation.

'Yes. We have a very special bond, me and it,' Blaine deadpanned.

'I see. Do you two wanna- Ooh.'

Kurt didn't get to finish his sentence because at that moment Blaine took him in his mouth, rendering him temporarily speechless.

And Blaine loved this. Before he and Kurt had ever gotten naked together – before he had even met Kurt actually – he had thought that he might feel uncomfortable interacting (for want of a better word) with another man's cock given that he would have what Blaine so desperately wanted. And there had been elements of that – brief twinges of It's not fair and Why can't I have this? Why can't I know what it's like to be blown? To be jerked off? To fuck someone? – but he usually managed to let go of that pretty quickly, because when it came down to it, Blaine just really, really loved Kurt's cock.

He loved touching and sucking and licking it, and he loved the noises Kurt made when he did. The whimpers, the moans, the gasps and the "Blaine"s and the "Oh, god"s. And Blaine especially loved that by now he knew how to get which reactions; exactly how and where to touch to best bring Kurt to the edge, and then, when he was rightthere, hold back, sending Kurt a teasing smirk when he whimpered that he needed to come.

Today, however, Kurt was the one to call Blaine to a halt.

'Blaine. You need to, uh, stop.' Blaine pulled back, finding a strange pleasure in the lewd pop Kurt's cock made when it slid out of Blaine's mouth. He blinked innocently up at Kurt. 'Or this'll all end too soon.'

Kurt crawled up on the bed, and Blaine moved back a little to give him room. Kurt reached out a hand at Blaine's face.

'God, Blaine. Your mouth,' Kurt said quietly, almost as if he were speaking to himself, his thumb grazing Blaine's bottom lip. Blaine's stomach fluttered at the touch. 'Lie down for me?'

Blaine did so, but the new position seemed to flip a switch inside him, and suddenly as he lay there, he felt incredibly naked and not in a sexy way. Kurt was looking at him, and Blaine didn't understand how Kurt could look at him like that. Like Blaine was attractive. Like he was everything Kurt had ever wanted. Blaine brought his arms up, crossing them in front of his chest.

'Hey, I don't care,' Kurt said softly, repeating as a mantra, 'I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.' He tugged gently at Blaine's arms, but Blaine just shook his head. Kurt bit his lip, looking uncertain. 'Do you need to put it back on?'

'No,' Blaine said. He didn't want that. He didn't want the ache it would bring, and he didn't want what that would remind him, nor would it help him relax and not freak out once Kurt shifted his focus further south. 'I just need...' Blaine closed his eyes, willing himself to stay calm and think clearly. He felt Kurt's warm hand on his stomach, anchoring him, and he breathed in deeply. I'm fine, I'm fine. Kurt's obviously fine. I'm freaking out over nothing. Blaine opened his eyes, meeting Kurt's steady gaze. 'Give me your t-shirt.'

Kurt looked confused but nodded and crawled off the bed. He picked up his t-shirt from the chair in the corner and threw it to Blaine, who caught it. Instead of putting it on, however, Blaine placed it across his chest so it covered the parts he struggled with, but so most of his torso was still visible.

'Clever,' Kurt commented as he rejoined Blaine on the bed. 'Why mine though?'

'It smells nice,' Blaine said, giving a slightly bashful shrug. He reached to cup the side of Kurt's face, bringing him down for a kiss. 'You taste nice too.'

As the kiss continued and deepened, Blaine was vaguely aware of a hand travelling across his stomach, but it was still a surprise when he felt fingers brush over his cock, which gave a sudden throb of excitement, and Blaine was unable to stop a moan from escaping his mouth.

'Warn a guy, will you?' he panted.

'Because you did so well in that department earlier, did you?' Kurt said teasingly as he continued to touch and stroke Blaine.

'Alright, point t-taken,' Blaine managed, groaning when Kurt hit a particularly sensitive spot. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Kurt began to move further and further until his mouth was level with Blaine's crotch.

'Hey, Blaine?' he said, the teasing glint still in his eyes. 'I'm gonna suck your cock now, okay?'

'Okay,' Blaine breathed out, too distracted by the prospect of Kurt's mouth to think of anything clever or sexy to say.

And wow, Kurt's mouth. Blaine thought he still seemed a little unsure and hesitating, but it was only his third time at this, so Blaine figured that was understandable, and Kurt was nothing if not enthusiastic, so Blaine never doubted that he wanted to be doing this.

'Ready for the next step, honey?' Kurt asked softly, looking up at Blaine, his lips all red and swollen, which Blaine decided was a really good look for him. Blaine felt his heart-rate pick up at the suggestion, but he nodded dumbly. Ready. Kurt placed a light kiss at the inside of his thigh, before he stretched, scrambling for the lube on the nightstand. 'Pull up your legs a little? Like- yeah.'

Kurt blew out a nervous breath of air as Blaine bent his knees, shifting slightly to give Kurt better access. As much as he had wanted Kurt to be in control tonight and carry him through this, Blaine also felt relieved that he wasn't alone in being nervous. It made the whole thing seem a little less daunting; a little more normal. Like they were just two regular teenagers messing around for the first time. He tried for an encouraging smile

'I'm not about to fall apart, you know,' Blaine said when he suspected the smile came across as less encouraging and more uncertain.

'Yeah?' Kurt said, regaining some of his confidence from earlier. He capped the lube bottle and squirted a generous amount on his fingers, winking at Blaine as he did so. 'I wouldn't be so certain.'

As Kurt pressed the first finger gently against his entrance, Blaine let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. It was surprisingly cold. He kept his eyes on Kurt, watching Kurt's almost awed expression as he slipped the first finger inside easily. There wasn't much resistance, but the sensation was new, and Blaine was suddenly hyper-aware of his heart pounding in his chest. Kurt began to move in and out, and Blaine's cock gave a throb when he brushed past a particular spot.

'Have you done this before?' Kurt asked just as he slid a second finger in beside the first and Blaine groaned. 'To yourself?'

'Yeah. Not often though.' Blaine struggled to keep his voice level. 'And this feels different. It's...more.'

From his kneeling position between Blaine's legs, Kurt leaned down and pressed soft kiss to Blaine's stomach, just below his navel. 'Good "more", I hope?'

'Yeah,' Blaine panted, his breath hitching when a third finger pressed against his hole. 'Definitely good.'

'Good. Then let's try for a little...' - Kurt had inched further south again, and Blaine felt his warm breath ghost against his cock – 'more.'

'Holy-' Blaine had to stop himself from swearing as Kurt took his cook into his mouth while continuing to move his fingers in and out of Blaine's ass, stretching him. Preparing him for the final act. Kurt pulled off him right at the last moment, and Blaine whined, wanting desperately to come but also knowing that now was not the time.

'I think we're there,' Kurt announced, pulling his fingers out and wiping them quickly on a piece of tissue. Blaine nodded and swallowed, watching as Kurt guided them both into position.

Blaine's eyes locked with Kurt's as slowly – and yet very fast somehow – he felt the head of Kurt's cock push past his opening. Blaine breathed in sharply, his eyes fluttering shut, and for a moment everything seemed to stop. It lasted ten seconds at most, but somehow it was enough time for a million thoughts to pass through Blaine's mind.

He thought about Kurt and his relationship – about everything that had happened, every up and down, since they had met. He thought about the night he realized he was trans. He thought about the night Kurt realized it. He thought about every small step taken since then. He thought about today and the events leading up to now. He thought about the times when he had imagined this moment and his conviction that – no matter how ready he might feel – being in this position would make him feel weird and uncomfortable. He thought about the mental preparation he had done before tonight, expecting to have to overcome or suppress a moment of extreme dysphoria.

And then he didn't think any more.

Blaine let out the breath he had been holding and opened his eyes to find Kurt still watching him, an expression of mild wonder on his face as though he couldn't quite believe where his cock was at the moment.

'Everything okay?' he asked, the words coming out a little strangled, possibly from the effort of holding himself still and not just pressing forward. 'Blaine, talk to me.'

Blaine opened his mouth to speak but found himself unable to express with words quite how he felt. Before tonight he had expected his mind to put up a fight, but the surprising truth was that now as it was happening, Blaine felt completely at peace. There was no binder to make him feel trapped and no fake penis that he only barely managed to pretend was real. There was just himself and Kurt, connected in the most primal way with nothing in between them.

He was a gay, pre-op transboy who was being anally penetrated for the first time in his life, and yet strangely, at this moment, Blaine didn't think he had ever felt more normal, or less like a freak.

'I'm good,' he said, a serene smile spreading on his face as he held Kurt's gaze. 'I'm perfect.'

They were in a world of their own the next day.

When Blaine pulled up outside Kurt's house five minutes early, Kurt was already there waiting for him, and he greeted Blaine with a deep, passionate kiss the moment he was inside the car.

'Because I know we won't be able to all day,' he said quietly when they pulled apart again, running his fingers across Blaine's lips as though he was trying to memorize them.

At school they almost decided to throw caution to the wind and walk hand in hand down the hall, but they decided against it at the last moment. Even so, as they walked to their lockers, it occurred to Blaine that more people than usual were staring in their direction, and he wondered vaguely if something showed on their faces – if their peers were somehow able to tell that he and Kurt had had the most mind-blowing sex the night before.

But of course they couldn't, so he shrugged it off.

They spent their lunch period, not at their usual table with all their glee club friends, but at their own private one, where they found it easier to get away with making heart-eyes at each other and "accidentally" brushing their hands together.

'Our friends keep staring at us,' Kurt commented idly, seeming more concerned with staring at Blaine's mouth as he chewed.

'Mm,' Blaine said, not really listening, because he had just realized that the way the light fell in Kurt's eyes made them look the most beautiful shade of green.

Suddenly there was a girl at their table, and they both snapped out of their lovesick reverie. The girl looked to be a freshman, and she stared first at Kurt then at Blaine. Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine, and Blaine eyed the girl with what he hoped came across as polite puzzlement.

'Yes?'

The girl blushed and opened her mouth to speak, but she seemed ultimately incapable of words, turning on her heel finally and running back to a group of people who were evidently her friends. A few seconds later there was a lot of giggling and glancing over shoulders at their table.

'Got yourself an admirer, I think, Blaine,' Kurt said with a grin, rolling his eyes a little. 'Freshmen. Honestly.'

It wasn't just freshmen though. Throughout the rest of the day, Blaine kept catching people staring at him, but quickly looking away when they caught his eye. Girls. Boys. Even a group of jocks one time.

'I think the general McKinley population just caught up with my being gay,' he announced to Kurt as they met at the latter's locker after their final afternoon lesson. To a lot of people Blaine just didn't read as gay, which apparently made him less interesting to make fun of, so of the two of them, Kurt had always been the one to receive the most looks and comments about his sexuality. Until today that was, when Blaine had been "caught" (because neither of them had really cared) making obvious heart-eyes at another boy. 'I think some people genuinely just thought we were really good friends or something.'

Kurt rolled his eyes. 'The stupidity of these people never ceases to amaze me.'

Blaine shrugged. 'People see what they wanna see.'

Kurt slammed his locker shut and eyed Blaine, a half-smirk playing on his lips. 'Well, if that were true I would be seeing you with a lot less clothes on right now.'

'Shh,' Blaine reprimanded, though barely suppressing a smile. 'But okay then.' He held out his hand to Kurt. 'Come on. Let's give 'em gay.'

With one raised eyebrow Kurt took Blaine's hand, and together they proceeded down the hall towards the choir room and their last activity of the day. They were still smiling and stealing glances at each other when they stepped inside the room, so they didn't immediately notice every head turning in their direction. However, they did notice when all the chatter died out, a strange hush falling over the room, and they stopped abruptly only a few steps inside.

'Is it true?' Sugar asked, breaking the silence. Twelve eager pairs of eyes were trained on them. Twelve people were obviously waiting for some kind of answer, but Blaine hadn't even really understood the question. 'Is it true what they're saying?'

'What are they saying?' Kurt asked, clearly not following either. 'Guys, you're being really weird.'

Sugar looked suddenly uncomfortable with whatever was on her mind, and the group exchanged looks until finally Rachel spoke up, softly but clearly.

'About Blaine.'

Blaine stiffened.

'They're saying he's-'

Blaine's eyes widened as Rachel's cheeks grew pink.

'Well, that he's not-'

No.

'Oh, for Pete's sake,' Puck broke in finally, speaking with the air of someone who thought this whole thing was idiotic. 'They're saying he's a freaking girl.'

Blaine ripped his hand free of Kurt's and took a frightened step back. No, no, no, no, no. He had completely forgotten... Blaine spun around, almost colliding with Mr. Schue as he ran back out into the hall, ignoring Kurt's cry of, 'Blaine!'

When he reached the boys' locker room he ripped open the door so violently that it slammed hard against the wall, the sound echoing throughout the room. Blaine ignored it and ran straight for the shower room he had used the previous day, finding the door unlocked and ajar.

'Looking for this?' a voice came from behind him before he could even begin his search. Blaine spun around quickly, heart pounding furiously in his chest. Standing by the nearest row of lockers was that same JT kid from the day before – the one Blaine had almost bumped into – wearing a most unpleasant smile.

And there in his hand, held up beside his head as if it were some kind of victory trophy, was Blaine's forgotten packer.