It had been too long since Kurt had another boxing lesson from Blaine.

The first few times went really well. They met up on different occasions after school, and Blaine would demonstrate a few things on the punching bag that Kurt needed to know. First he showed him how to guard his face and body, then they moved on to introducing a few combos Blaine figured were good for beginners to learn. Kurt would follow his lead, doing just as taught while letting out various pent up frustrations.

It turned out that boxing wasn't the only release Kurt was getting from their relationship. Prior to his run in with Blaine in the locker room all those weeks ago, Kurt was as innocent as they came; just a boy who didn't know much about anything sexual and didn't think he was too ready to find out either.

Now, it was the exact opposite. He and Blaine were screwing each others brains out at every possible moment.

It started off nice and slow. They went on several dates and Kurt discovered Blaine had two different personalities; the one where they were in school or walking the streets and he was totally inconsiderate of everyone else, being the absolute bad boy everyone knew and feared— and the one where he was alone with Kurt and was totally lovable. They'd hang around Blaine's house mostly because his parents were seldom there, talking about their pasts and even futures. There'd be times where they'd just hang out watching movies, wrapped up in one another, and times where they'd be total teenage boys, lips attached and hands travelling along the others body.

Blaine turned out to be quite persuasive. Kurt would go from being adamant about them studying in Blaine's living room to having his jeans around his ankles in the bedroom with Blaine's head moved up and down between his legs. At other times, the pair would go from watching Real Housewives, at Kurt's request of course, to making out and touching, hickies all over each others chests.

One day over the weekend Blaine had convinced Kurt to come over, even though the blue eyed boy was pretty furious that he had landed himself in detention for three weeks straight messing up their chances at spending time together. Glee club rehearsal plagued Kurt's time with Regionals approaching, and Blaine was always stuck in the library serving his sentence. The only time they'd have for each other was the weekends since their interaction in school wasn't interaction at all— Blaine watching to make sure no one messed with Kurt from a distance while maintaining his image and keeping Kurt's clean, while Kurt did as told and pretended not to know him. Though not particularly fond of their hidden relationship, Kurt knew there was a reason.

He arrived at Blaine's with crossed arms, showing his disapproval of the boy getting himself in trouble again. Blaine smiled with a small apology, pulling his boyfriend inside the house and placing him against the door with the promise 'I'll make it up to you'.

That he did.

Kurt found himself crying out in pleasure as Blaine pushed inside him; his legs spread wide as the bad boy pushed them apart to bury himself deeper. After a few weeks of talking about waiting, and Kurt making it very clear that he was more than ready, Blaine finally gave in. He couldn't ever regret it after watching the way Kurt was grabbing at the sheets in ecstasy, head thrown back as he begged for more. He knew he could reach his orgasm from the sights and sounds alone.

They'd find themselves doing it all the time. In the car after school, Blaine would pull over and urge Kurt into the back seat, ignoring the 'we'll be at your place in fifteen minutes' Kurt whispered while pulling his jeans off eagerly. After having his hand in Kurt's pants while he jerked him off with firm, even strokes, Blaine would smirk at the noises Kurt made as he bounced up and down on his cock, his hands fisted into the blue eyed boy's shirt while Kurt lifted his hips to thrust in deeper.

Then they'd get to Blaine's house and it'd be his turn.

Kurt would still be upset that he couldn't get his boxing lessons because of a certain someone's stupid actions. His boyfriend went in a teacher's pocketbook to 'borrow' her lighter so that he could light up in the middle of class. Kurt couldn't comprehend what Blaine was thinking most of the time. He was always behaved in the class they shared together. But other than that, he behaved like the other Blaine Kurt knew. While he liked that his arms were becoming more defined from the lessons and he wanted to keep that going, Blaine had to always do something incredibly moronic.

Luckily, Blaine only had a few days left of detention, and then they could meet up like they used to. Kurt smiled as he sat in third period Art class and thought about.

And then a text message sounded on his phone.

I'm in the principal's office. –Blaine

So much for picking up boxing.

A few nights later as Kurt was hanging out with Mercedes and Rachel, having their monthly sleepover, Blaine decided he was ready to see his boyfriend again. It was inconvenient seeing that everybody close to Kurt was already suspicious of him being with someone, but nothing seemed to bother Blaine when he wanted it. Finn noticed he always got home first when usually he'd be in after Kurt because of football and everything, Rachel noticed Kurt would always be smiling down at his phone and biting his lip, Mercedes noticed a particularly interesting change in her best friend's walk, Puck realized Kurt was building muscle, though he'd never admit to noticing that, and even his father Burt saw how his son's personality went from gloomy to happy all the time. Kurt would only deny everything because his friends would probably say he was the stupidest person alive to take interest in Blaine Anderson.

Now, as he lay in bed watching a movie with his girls and eating party mix, Kurt could feel his phone vibrate and automatically knew who it was.

Baby. –Blaine

He smiled, missing talking to the boy all Saturday.

Hey honey. What's up? –Kurt

I need to see you. –Blaine

The blue eyed teen smirked as he replied. He couldn't deny that he'd needed to see the bad boy as well, but he was hosting a sleepover and that pretty much sealed their sexual fate for the night.

I have guests. I told you I'd be having Mercedes and Rachel over tonight. –Kurt

What's the worst that will happen if you leave them alone for a few minutes? They're big girls. –Blaine

But that's rude. I'm not a rude host. –Kurt

Kurt could practically see the way Blaine was most likely rolling his eyes right now as he smiled down at his phone. Knowing his boyfriend though, he wouldn't take no as an answer.

I really need you right now. –Blaine

See.

My parents just went to sleep and I want to come over. –Blaine

You wouldn't need it this bad if you could still give me lessons after school. But you had to get yourself in trouble and now we can barely see each other.-Kurt

I'll make it up to you next weekend, I promise. For now can you just please sneak me in? Please, baby. I'll be quiet. –Blaine

Kurt let his head hit the pillow as he stared at the phone screen considering it. He didn't notice the looks Mercedes and Rachel were sharing as they glanced back at him every once in a while.

What am I supposed to tell Cedes and Rachel? –Kurt

You'll think of something. I'm on the way now. –Blaine

Kurt huffed, putting his phone on sleep mode and finally looking up.

"Texting your mystery man?" Mercedes questioned knowingly. Kurt frowned.

"Stop it, please."

This time, Rachel chimed in much to Kurt's chagrin. "When are you going to admit it? You are obviously with someone. You've been smiling and texting and missing movie marathons—"

"I missed one."

"Yes, you did. You never miss anything. You've been kind of absent as of late and I'm willing to bet money that it's because whoever is on the other end of those conversations." Rachel sat up on the bed and crossed her arms. Kurt switched focus from her over to Mercedes who was still giving him that 'you better tell me something' look. He only shook his head and stood up, placing his cell phone in his pocket.

"I'm going to refill on snacks."

The girls nodded as Kurt grabbed the bowls and made his way out the door. When he got downstairs he thought about it all—how Blaine showed up and shook his world, turning it upside down. He was an amazing guy but no one would see that. It sucked having to stay quiet about who they were but he did it for the sake of their relationship. He didn't want people messing with either himself or Blaine, and he didn't want Blaine getting kicked out of school because of it.

As he filled a bowl up with some popcorn, he got another text from his boyfriend.

I'm here beautiful. –Blaine

Kurt smiled and went towards the door, opening it quietly so he wouldn't wake his own parents or let his friends in on the secret that Blaine Anderson was in the same house as they were right now. They'd more than like cry out in fear that he'd light it on fire or something ridiculous.

Blaine stepped close to him and placed a slow, lingering kiss to his boyfriend's lips. Kurt rolled his eyes after the bad boy pulled back and walked back into the kitchen.

"I'm still mad at you." said Kurt, finishing what he was doing before Blaine had arrived. The curly haired teen closed the front door and smiled as he approached, standing behind Kurt and wrapping his arms tightly around him.

"I think I can change your mind about that." he let his hands ghost over Kurt's pajama pants before palming the growing hard on he found there that practically jumped into the contact. He smiled while rubbing softly because Kurt was trying to pretend as if nothing was happening though his dick was very much aware.

It was cute, Blaine thought, that Kurt honestly believed he could resist him. He pressed Kurt further against the kitchen counter so that the coiffed teen's back was flush to his chest and tightened his palm around Kurt's cock, rubbing slightly firmer now. He loved when he could feel Kurt get harder and harder in his hand.

At this point, Kurt had stopped pretending to fight and threw his head back to rest on Blaine's shoulder. The bad boy smiled, his tongue poking out to taste the warm skin along his boyfriend's neck as his hands slipped underneath Kurt's pants and underwear, past the perfectly trimmed patch of hair and right around the boy's long cock. Kurt's hand's gripped the counter as he pushed back against Blaine, grinding into the bad boy while Blaine stroked him.

"Why are you fighting me when you know I can make you feel like this?" he questioned with a smirk. Then Blaine's lips returned to Kurt's neck as he sucked softly, careful not to leave any marks. His hand started to pick up speed and Kurt started to make more and more whimpering noises as he pushed back against Blaine and tried to thrust into his hand at the same time. His boyfriend decided he wanted to take this elsewhere before Kurt got too loud and he got too carried away.

"You aren't going to stay quiet, are you?" Blaine stilled his movements and pulled out, placing both hands on the slender hips he spent many days placing hickies all over. Kurt stopped his grinding once Blaine's hands halted him and he lifted his head up to shake it no. Blaine smiled as the boy continued.

"You know I can't Blaine."

"I know, but I want to fuck you, so what do you suggest we do about this?"

Kurt moaned at the thought alone before Blaine moved his hips forward slightly so that Kurt could feel how hard he was for him.

"Go in the garage," he voiced in a register slightly deeper than his usual voice, "I'll be right back down."

Blaine nodded as he smacked Kurt on the ass hard, making the taller teen bite his lip. "You keep me waiting Kurt and I swear I'll come up there and make you ride me in front of them."

Kurt breathed out heavy as Blaine's warmth disappeared from him, the bad boy walking over to the garage door his boyfriend motioned towards with a head nod and entering there. He silently hoped that neither of his friends would feel the need to stare at his crotch as he grabbed the snacks and climbed the steps to the second floor, entering his room and placing everything down. The girls, as expected, glanced at him to be nosey, but Kurt remained as stone faced as he possibly could.

"That took rather long." Mercedes mentioned as she looked back at the television. Rachel hummed her agreement but Kurt couldn't find the place to care. He was hard and Blaine was in the garage waiting for him and he could not wait to scream the bad boy's name.

Call my phone. –Kurt

As soon as Edward began to sparkle in the sun light, a call from Blaine came through. Kurt dug in his drawer for protection and lube as he told the girls he'd be right back.

"I need to take this call." he said, and they ignored him to focus on the movie.

When he stepped into the hallway he pressed accept and promised to be down in a few seconds. What he found when he finally did reach the garage entrance was a sight he would play over and over in his mind on the nights he was alone in his room or thinking of Blaine in the shower. The bad boy's leather jacket was thrown off; his t-shirt lifted over his head with the sleeves still around his tanned arms, revealing a toned chest and tight abdomen muscles. Blaine leant against the wall with his hand fisting his cock at an even pace. He looked up to see Kurt standing there watching with his golden eyes darkened in lust.

"Come here," Blaine demanded as his hand travelled along his hard on, small sparks of pleasure heating his body. He pulled on his cock with his lip worried between his teeth, imagining Kurt touching him instead.

The taller walked down the steps into the garage and slowly approached his boyfriend, taking in how sexy he looked with his shirt hiked up around his neck while his hand caressed his own cock playfully. The whole thing had Kurt standing at attention as he ached to touch himself too.

"On your knees," Blaine motioned, grabbing the condom and lubricant from Kurt and placing it on a tool shelf next to them. Kurt did as instructed, placing his knees on the cool concrete and looking up at Blaine waiting for further direction.

Blaine watched as he placed his dick against Kurt's closed lips and the teen simply smirked at him, refusing to part them. Kurt could feel the pre-come on his lower lip as Blaine rubbed the smooth tip of his cock there. The teens hazel eyes gleamed as he stared at Kurt teasingly licking it off before piercing his mouth closed once more.

Blaine too licked his lips at how sexy Kurt was on his knees and ready for him, but he had enough of the waiting and the teasing. Placing his left hand into chestnut brown locks, he told the boy to open up, gently pushing inside Kurt's talented mouth. Blaine closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall as Kurt did all the work, holding Blaine's hips steady as he effortlessly sucked deeper and deeper onto the bad boy's cock while his boyfriend's hand threaded through his hair, lightly encouraging him further.

"Don't tease me, baby. It feels too good when you suck it like that."

The low growl of Blaine's deep voice only made Kurt suck him harder. He mentally applauded Blaine for how well he was behaving, usually losing it at how wet and hot Kurt felt around him before thrusting deeper into his boyfriend's moist lips. He'd sometimes end up fucking Kurt's mouth all because of how well the boy would take him and how beautiful he sounded moaning around him. He'd end up coming down Kurt's throat with whines of his own and Kurt would smirk because he knew just how to break him every time. This time, though, Blaine drove to Kurt's house at almost one in the morning with one thought in mind—hearing his boyfriend scream his name. That's just what he planned to do.

Blaine knew things would probably end soon if he didn't cut this short. He peeked down to see Kurt's blue eyes staring up at him through his lashes in a playful fashion. Blaine reached over for the condom and ripped it open with his teeth while Kurt began kissing softly at the tip of his dick, sucking gently, sending chills down his spine, before teasing Blaine with his tongue and sinking back down. Blaine loved when Kurt teased him though, because that meant he got to do the same.

He urged the boy off with the pull of his hair and smiled to himself because he knew no one else could do that and live to tell about it. Instructing Kurt to get up, he handed the condom to his boyfriend and watched as Kurt expertly rolled it onto his cock while he warmed lube on his fingers.

"You think your father would mind if I fucked you over the hood of his old car?"

Kurt gave a sexy smirk as he nodded. "Yes, he would mind."

Blaine thought about it once the condom was in place and decided that meant nothing to him. "Do you think I honestly care about that?"

"Of course you don't." Kurt responded, dropping his pants and briefs to the ground and stepping out of them. He walked over to the Cadillac and placed both hands on the hood, poking his ass out for Blaine to see.

After staring for a moment and licking his lips in anticipation, Blaine walked over slowly, lowering his jeans and boxers more until they were around his knees. "Take the shirt off too."

Kurt obeyed, standing up to unbutton his pajama shirt and putting it with the rest of his clothes as Blaine's hand reached out to grab the nape of his neck and force him back down onto the car. Kurt bit his lip, anxious for what was about to happen as Blaine looked at his boyfriend bent naked over the vehicle, his hand trailing a path along the smooth skin of his back before returning to Kurt's hair while his fingers found Kurt's hole.

Kurt bucked back into him immediately but Blaine removed his fingers, telling the boy to be patient. He smiled at the teen's obedience and brought his hand down to spread his cheeks before pushing the finger in further. He was so tight because it had been a while since they did this, but Blaine was patient, taking his time and working his boyfriend open. He worked one finger as deep as he could before pulling out and adding another one, ignoring how his dick was pointed towards Kurt's hole, more than ready, and spending time to make sure he was nice and stretched for when he did enter inside him.

The sounds Blaine adored were entering the atmosphere one he started scissoring three fingers inside of Kurt. He bit his lip while watching as his fingers brushed along Kurt's prostate and the boy would voice his pleasure, trying to grip onto the hood of the car but finding himself unsuccessful.

"How does it feel?"

Blaine's hand returned to Kurt's hair as he forced his fingers deeper and deeper. Kurt's back was arched and he pleaded with needy desire for Blaine to fuck him. Blaine promised he would as he stretched him a little more, watching his fingers dragging in and out of Kurt's hole.

"I need you to answer me baby. How does it feel?"

"So good, Blaine. Please, I need you."

After one last plead from his boyfriend, Blaine removed his fingers and turned back towards the tool shelf, slicking himself up with lubricant. Kurt was still whining, begging Blaine to hurry. He wiped the excess on his chest before grabbing Kurt's hips and lining himself up perfectly. A smile crossed his face when Kurt tried to work himself onto his cock and he smacked the boy on the ass as a warning before squeezing roughly. Kurt bit his lip and lay patiently on the hood of the car.

"I'll let you know if I need your help, Kurt."

He pushed forward a little after realizing his boyfriend was behaving, one hand gripping Kurt's shoulder and one holding him steady on the hip. Blaine's eyes were glued to the image of him slowly moving deeper into Kurt's tight hole. His boyfriend's back was still arched and his ass still in the air, waiting to be fucked. That's something Blaine knew he couldn't get enough of—how Kurt was always ready and willing.

When he finally pushed in all the way, both boys moaned at the feeling. Kurt loved being filled and Blaine loved when he was so deep his balls were pressed against Kurt's ass. Their skin was smooth against one another's as Blaine began his movements, rocking in and out of Kurt with a slow but steady rhythm. Kurt moaned into the hood of the car, switching his positioning so that he was leaning on folded arms as his boyfriend rocked into him.

Blaine tightened his grasp onto Kurt's shoulder and pushed himself further in. Kurt groaned as Blaine continued to get dangerously close without actually penetrating the spot he needed him to. The sounds of smacking entered the air as their bodies slapped together, Blaine quickening his pace and sliding in and out of Kurt with practiced ease.

"I'm going to record this one day," Blaine growled as he used the hand on Kurt's hip to force the boy further onto him. "I'll record this so you can see how it looks when you're taking me like you were made for it," he removed his hand from the boy's shoulder and placed it on the bare side of his hip, picking Kurt up and forcing him even further on the car so that he had the perfect angle. With one more hard thrust forward, Kurt was whining out letting Blaine know he hit that wonderful bundle of nerves.

"Then I'm going to send it to you to see when you're all alone, and listen to you touch yourself while you watch it." He rocked harder and harder into Kurt, watching the boy's hands slide down the windshield as he begged for Blaine not to stop.

"There Blaine! Right there!" Blaine gripped him tighter and continued to abuse that spot as Kurt's hands found his own hair. "Fuck… baby…please don't stop…"

The bad boy's stomach flipped at his boyfriend's moans as the tightness around his cock made him roll his eyes back. He dragged Kurt back so that they were in their original positions, both of his hands finding the teen's broad shoulders as his hips thrust forward and backward, snapping in and out of his boyfriend's ass.

"This looks so beautiful." Blaine breathed out in the deepest Kurt's ever heard his voice. The coiffed teen felt his stomach tightening once Blaine hit his prostate again with a rough thrust. "Would you want to watch me while I fuck you? If I recorded us," he thrust in again, looking down at his movements, "would you want to watch?"

Kurt whined something nonsensical as Blaine's hand reached around to start stroking along with his perfectly rhythmic thrust. The bad boy knew he was a minute away from orgasm from the sounds Kurt was making and the feel of the tight heat he allowed himself to push deeper and deeper into.

"I can't hear you, baby."

Kurt cried out some more, and Blaine shook his head, pausing his thrusts and stopping his hand completely. Kurt's head snapped up immediately as he pushed himself back onto Blaine.

"I'm so close Blaine," he whined, "so close."

Blaine stroked Kurt's leaking cock once more as he repeated his question. "I asked would you want to watch and you didn't answer me. Would you like to see how it looks when I'm fucking you?"

"Oh god yes," Kurt nodded, and Blaine thrust in once more before pausing again. He whimpered, begging Blaine for more. "I'd watch it every night I'm away from you," Kurt growled this time as his face lay against the cool metal of the Cadillac. "I'd watch it and I'd finger myself, imagining it was you fucking me all over again."

Kurt heard Blaine groan his name behind him as he picked up his thrust again, shots of pleasure shooting throughout his body as the bad boy found his spot again and again.

"So close," he whined, and Blaine started to work his hand along the boy's cock again. "So close."

Blaine took a few more thrusts and that was it. Kurt was shouting his name as he came into his boyfriend's accepting hand, buckling over the hood of the car as he rode it out. Blaine's head was thrown back, moving in and out four more times as Kurt clenched around him and he was releasing into the blue eyed boy, taking pride in how loud Kurt was crying out for him. He pulled away slightly, careful of his boyfriend's oversensitivity as he continued to stroke through his orgasm.

While Kurt was still bent over the car, he knew exactly what Blaine was doing as the boy licked his hands clean, sucking on every finger as he swallowed Kurt's come. While the coiffed teen wanted nothing more than to watch, he was particularly exhausted from the workout he had just been put through. It wasn't the workout he and Blaine initially agreed to do but he wasn't mad that they built up to this.

Taking deep breaths, Blaine pulled out of Kurt completely and rolled the condom off, tying it and tossing it into the trash. He smiled at Kurt who had yet to move, watching the boy's back rise and fall with each breath he took. He noted the slick coat of sweat covering Kurt and smirked as he pulled his boxers and jeans back up.

"Good thing I made you get naked," said Blaine while doing his zipper. Kurt remained bent over but turned his head to face him. Blaine swore he was getting hard again. "I know how you don't like to sweat in your clothes, babe."

The smile that spread across Kurt's lips made Blaine bite his lip. It was crazy how everything his boyfriend did drove him up the wall.

"You just need to be happy I let you stop by," Kurt said as he stood up and went over to his pajamas. Blaine watched him with hungry eyes, reaching up to grab his shirt from behind his neck and place it over his body correctly. Kurt bent over and grabbed his clothes with the shake of his ass and Blaine licked his lips. He was definitely getting hard again. "Because next time I won't be so nice. If you want to see me you have to give me my lessons like you promised."

Blaine nodded as Kurt pulled his pants on. "Next weekend I'll take you to the gym I trained at. We can work out there until I'm off punishment."

Kurt thought about it and shrugged. "I guess. Just make sure you stay out of trouble or you'll be in the dog house with me, too."

Blaine allowed his eyes to follow Kurt over to the steps and into the house before he himself actually did so. When he was up the steps, Kurt was already at the front door buttoning his pajama top. He smirked at Blaine as the bad boy approached, watching him pull his leather jacket on before stopping in front of him.

"Get home safe."

Blaine nodded, pulling Kurt into him and placing both hands over his backside. "I will. Sleep well babe, and have fun explaining why you were gone so long to your friends."

He locked Kurt into a deep kiss, his tongue roaming around the boy's accepting mouth before pulling away and winking, swaggering his way out the door. Kurt gulped and watched as the boy climbed into his car before driving off.

Now to go face the women in my life. Kurt said to himself.

….

"This is horrible, baby."

Blaine smirked, listening to his boyfriend complain as he watched the boy punch lazily at the bag. "Fix your form."

"I'm exhausted," he answered, looking down at his sweat drenched blue t-shirt. "We've been at this all morning, Blaine."

"Nope," Blaine shrugged. "I always let you off easily. Today, you're going to be treated like a real rookie."

Kurt frowned and hugged the punching bag tiredly which only made Blaine laugh at him. That earned his boyfriend a Kurt Hummel perfected bitch glare as he looked over at the boy sitting along the edge of the boxing ring.

"I'm sore, Blaine."

The bad boy hopped off the ring and walked over towards his boyfriend, stopping directly in front of him.

"You're being lazy."

"Am not!" Kurt retorted. "You 're being lazy."

Blaine laughed again but stopped when he saw Kurt's face. "Babe I'm not even the one working out here."

"Exactly. Lazy."

"A little bit more," Blaine requested. "Then you can get a shower, and I'll take you back to my place and take good care of you."

Kurt's eyebrow lifted in curiosity at the promise. "How?"

"Jab, jab, right straight, left hook. Go."

Blaine folded his arms across his chest and watched as Kurt rolled his eyes, but did as was told. He gave direction for the next ten minutes until their session was up. Kurt gladly ran to the shower and cheered once the hot water hit his body. Blaine smiled, rolling his eyes. One second he's upset because he can't get a lesson, then he's upset because he's getting one.

That was his Kurt, though. He adored every ounce of him.

….

Kurt closed his eyes and hummed as Blaine's hands dug into his tense shoulders. The bad boy was on top of him, straddling his back as Kurt lay on stomach in his boyfriend's bedroom. After the long workout, this was just what he needed.

As Blaine's hand moved lower along his back, Kurt thought about bringing up what had been plaguing his mind the last few weeks. He wasn't sure how his boyfriend would take it, but they needed to talk about it.

"My friends are really suspicious," he breathed out, relaxation flooding his voice. Blaine smiled as he massaged him and listened. "They know I'm with someone. Who—no, but someone, yes."

"So they have no idea about me, huh?"

Kurt laughed against Blaine's pillow as the boy's fingers worked magically into his muscles. "Are you kidding me, baby?"

Blaine bit his lip into a smile as he thought about it. "I don't know. I didn't think we were that secretive. I mean we both go to the bathroom during sixth period together and come back together. Asian and other Asian didn't realize anything yet?"

"Mike and Tina, honey. And no," Kurt paused to moan at how good Blaine's hands felt on him and that only made the bad boy work even harder, "no, they haven't noticed. Not that I know of, at least."

"Hmmm…" Blaine hummed, watching his hands work along Kurt's back. "Would you go public with me?"

"I don't see why not," Kurt answered casually. When Blaine began to laugh, Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Why not? Let's see…" Blaine trailed off only for a moment, "your friends, your family, random citizens, fucking stray cats—everyone would have a damn heart attack at the news of us dating."

Kurt smiled as Blaine leant down to place a soft kiss to his shoulder. "I don't care. I'm happy with you."

….

"Burt's supposed to be taking my mom on a cruise or something over spring break. I was thinking we'd have a party."

Kurt opened his locker as he listened to his step-brother planning something stupid like he usually did at news of a free house. Rachel, however, smiled up at Finn and cheered him on.

"I think that's a great idea. New Directions only! We can all hang out and have a little fun over our break—"

Blaine kicked his skateboard up to his side as he approached, giving 'tall dude' and 'nose', as he referred to them, a head nod as a greeting. Both stared at him in shock that he was even approaching them, and then Finn jumped in front of Rachel in attempt to protect her. The action made Blaine roll his eyes in annoyance.

Kurt hadn't seen his boyfriend behind him, so he continued on with conversation. "Finn. This is your party. Don't expect me to clean up the next morning. You have to handle some of the responsibility as well… what?"

When he noticed the pale faces of the pair, Kurt turned around to see his leather jacket sporting boyfriend behind him, skateboard in hand, and a smug smile on his face. He wondered what the boy was up to but it wasn't long before he had an answer.

His back was flush against the locker as Blaine reached his hand around the blue eyed boy's waist, holding him close and attacking his lips. Finn and Rachel's jaws practically hit the floor as they watched, as well as the rest of the student body walking past.

Kurt's eyes were wide as Blaine pulled away with a sexy smile.

"I'll see you sixth period, beautiful."

"Okay," Kurt said after an audible gulp. Blaine winked and skated off while everyone stared at Kurt in disbelief.

Finn looked at his brother with great confusion. "You want to explain that?"