Kurt took another very audible gulp as he stood up off the lockers. Still trying to process what just happened, he took a deep breath, adjusting the tie around his neck and smoothing out his blazer. The taste of Blaine was still heavy on his lips—spearmint gum, cigarette smoke (no matter how many times they had that discussion) and a hint of coffee— and students all around Hall A were looking at him with agape expressions.

No expression could match that of Finn and Rachel's. It looked as if they just witnessed everything they loved burst into flames, become extinguished, and then get run over by an 18 wheeler. Because of that, this was the moment that Kurt had an epiphany.

He hated his boyfriend.

They just had this conversation a couple days ago. They left the gym, went back to Blaine's place where he got an amazing massage, discussed the idea of going public, had ridiculous off the charts, toe-curling sex, then went out to see a movie. During their discussion, Blaine clearly said:

"As much as I'd love to have you on my arm at school, we can't do that. You can tell your friends in private, but at school, I don't want you to have any problems."

Kurt frowned, but nodded his understanding. Not even five minutes later he found his hands gripping the headboard as he forced himself in and out of Blaine, his boyfriend's legs wrapped tightly around him while whispering the dirtiest things into Kurt's ear.

That was pretty much the end of the conversation.

Now, Kurt was in the hallway with his best friend and brother staring at him like he just strangled their cats, and the rest of the student body staring like he owed themsome sort of an explanation. How his and Blaine's discussion on going public resulted in this confused the hell out of him.

"I'm waiting for an answer." Finn repeated, practically boring holes through Kurt's body with his eyes.

"Um… what was the question again?" Kurt asked the towering quarterback as he fixed his bag over his shoulder. He glared at the nosy students around him but they didn't even pretend to try and look away.

Finn closed his mouth for the first time as he prepared to repeat his question. Part of him thought he'd wake up within the next few seconds, but sadly, that wasn't happening. "I asked—"

The sound of wheels against the hard floors got closer and closer again, and Kurt looked up to see Blaine kick up his skateboard and catch it in his hand.

"Shit, you taste so fucking good."

"Blaine—"

Kurt's back was once again against the lockers as his boyfriend mouth found his. A collection of 'ooh's' could be heard around them as Blaine's free hand snaked around Kurt's waist once more while he deepened the kiss. As bad as Kurt wanted to hit him all he could do was melt into the contact, his own hands fisting into Blaine's leather jacket as the boy pulled away with a satisfied smile.

"Much better," he whispered into Kurt's ear. With a light tap on his ass, Blaine winked and once more said see you later, dropping onto his skateboard and casually kicking his way down the hall.

The bell sounded as Kurt licked his lips with a curse because could taste the jerk even stronger now. Everyone around him, with the exception of Finn and Rachel, dropped their stunned expressions into a frown because the show was over and they were late to class. How could anyone gossip accordingly without the whole story?

"I'm going to be late," Kurt said calmly, pretending as if he wasn't just seen sucking face with bad boy Blaine Anderson in the middle of Hall A. "See you two at lunch."

He quickly turned on his heels to go in the opposite direction but didn't get very far as his brother's voice thundered throughout the hallway.

"Kurt!"

The coiffed teen closed his eyes with a sigh before about-facing towards Finn, and Rachel—who had yet to close her mouth. "What?"

Finn's eyes went wide. What? Is that really what Kurt had to say for himself right now?

"What the hell did I just watch? Finn questioned a little louder than he needed to. People glanced up as they passed, scattering to their respective classrooms.

Kurt decided to get it out in the open. Though this was not how things were supposed to happen if he had any say in it, this was how they happened anyway. Blaine did what he did, and now the whole school was more than likely talking about it. For now, he would just admit it and deal with his boyfriend afterwards.

"You just watched me kissing my boyfriend. No big deal, Finn."

"B-Boyfriend?" Rachel stuttered. She stared at Kurt as if he'd lost his mind completely. There was no way in hell Kurt's mystery man was Blaine Anderson. Impossible.

"Yes, Rachel. You know, boyfriend. You kiss yours all over the place. Apparently mine wanted to kiss me—"

"Don't turn this on us, Kurt." Finn walked over to his brother and his anger was heavy on his countenance. "You just had Blaine Anderson's tongue down your throat. There is no way you can turn this on us."

Kurt looked from Finn back to Rachel who herself now looked angry, and back to Finn with the roll of his eyes.

"See you guys at lunch." he announced, backtracking a few steps before swaying his way to class.

….

There's a rumor going around that you were making out with some guy in hall A –Blaine

I hear the corn flakes talking about it –Blaine

Kurt sank down in the back of his art class and rolled his eyes at the messages. People had been staring at him all morning and Mercedes kept texting him demanding answers. Now Blaine was making all of this into a joke.

It's the Cheerios, Blaine. And I can't believe you. I thought you didn't want to go public and now I have a bunch of people glaring at me while they text –Kurt

They're probably texting about how beautiful you are –Blaine

I doubt that. I'm mad at you. My friends will blow everything out of proportion –Kurt

They would've done that no matter how you told them about me. I just made it a hell of a lot quicker for you –Blaine

I thought this was what you wanted, Kurt? -Blaine

So you're not going to answer me? –Blaine

Kurt didn't feel like talking right now. He couldn't wait to get to lunch and have his friends shouting at him simultaneously while Blaine sat on the opposite end of the room flicking his lighter. Or until he got home and had Finn and Burt in the living room waiting to talk with him, because there was no way Finn would keep this to himself.

Well you don't need to talk –Blaine

Just listen –Blaine

I had a dream last night. A very vivid dream –Blaine

Where you were riding me at my desk –Blaine

Kurt's mouth was suddenly dry as he looked down at the cell phone. He felt himself get excited but exhaled, not wanting to get hard in the middle of class right now. This was why he usually turned the device off anyway. Ever since he and Blaine began their relationship, he found himself engaged in steamy sexts throughout the school day where he'd have to walk to his next class with his backpack covering his jeans.

You tied my hands behind my back and fucked yourself on to me –Blaine

I couldn't take it. I wanted to touch you, to go even deeper but you wouldn't let me. Your head was thrown back and your hands were in your hair as you rode my cock -Blaine

All I could do was watch as you came between us and shit, Kurt. I woke up with your name on my lips and my hands in my pants –Blaine

Kurt closed his eyes as he tried not to think about it, but he felt himself growing painfully hard with each text.

I've been thinking about it all morning, Kurt. I want you, baby –Blaine

If you can give me just a few minutes before we go to lunch. You're probably still stretched enough from last night. I just want to watch you take my cock–Blaine

Blaine… –Kurt

And I want to watch that face you make when you cum… you know when your eyes are closed tight and your lips parted, that beautiful moan of yours leaving your mouth -Blaine

Fuck, Blaine –Kurt

Our spot before lunch -Blaine

Will you meet me there? –Blaine

Kurt placed his head on the cool desk as he gripped his phone. He was hard in his jeans now and it was a couple periods before lunch. He was definitely going to be there. But he didn't want to wait that long.

I'll be there –Kurt

….

"It figures he wouldn't show." Finn told his friend at the lunch table. It was about fifteen minutes into the period and they were all there, waiting for some semblance of an explanation from their club's countertenor. Even people who didn't have their lunch period like Artie and Tina were there. "I don't know what the hell got into him. Can you—"

"I know what got into him," Puck smirked, and Santana shook her head with a grin as she filed her fingernails. "Wanky, wanky, wanky."

"Kurt's not having sex, okay!" Finn told them, pushing his lunch tray away. "This is such bullshit."

"I won't believe anything until he tells me himself," Mercedes voiced. She scrolled through her cell phone with a shrug. "And he hasn't been returning my texts all morning—"

"It happened, Mercedes. Right in front of us," Rachel told her seriously. Mercedes glanced up from her cell phone, as did Sam who was trying to get a response from the blue eyed boy. "Kurt kissed that… that… that boy! And it looked like they were doing it forever. He even slapped Kurt on the ass!"

"Wanky."

"I just can't believe he was ditching us all those times for… him." Rachel added, staring down at her salad. "He can do so much better."

"What if they're together now?" Mike asked his girlfriend. Tina considered it.

"Now that I think about it, every time Kurt asked for the bathroom pass, Blaine would decide to walk out of class like two minutes after him. He doesn't ever ask, he just ups and leaves." Tina told her friends. Finn looked pissed as Mike contributed to the conversation.

"Wow. That's absolutely true. And he'd come back and sit in his seat like nothing happened, followed by Kurt a few minutes later. How could we have missed this?"

"Wanky."

"How could you have missed that Mike? Tina? That's a great question!" Rachel all but shouted. "If we would have found out we could have gotten him help!"

"Why would you need to help Kurt?" Brittany questioned seriously. "He's seemed very happy lately. Lord Tubbington has noticed too. Sometimes he and Kurt skype—"

"I bet he's real happy," Puck smiled. "He's finally getting to hit those high notes he doesn't get to in glee club thanks to Barbara over here."

Rachel scowled.

"He's not having sex, guys." Finn repeated. Half of the table rolled their eyes. "He isn't. Not with that guy, especially."

"Okay, chesty," Santana spoke up, "I bet you they're together right now."

….

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Y-Yes…"

Blaine smiled as he attached his teeth to Kurt's neck, sucking hard over the sweet skin there before kissing it gently. He danced around the spot that drove his boyfriend crazy as his flat tongue trailed up to Kurt's ear, sucking softly. "Why are you mad at me, baby?"

Kurt had one hand in Blaine's gelled locks, not really caring if he was messing it up, while the other hand gripped the sink he was on top of. His eyes rolled back at the feeling of each hard thrust meeting his pleasure spot while Blaine watched with dark eyes, staring at Kurt's parted lips and his talented tongue poking out. His hands gripped underneath Kurt's bare thighs, holding them steady as he plunged deeper and deeper into the perfect heat, biting his lip to hold back his own moans before returning to his boyfriend's neck.

"I'm mad at you because… shit, like that babe… fuck me…"

Blaine rest his head on Kurt's shoulder and thrust forward. "Because what?"

Kurt knew Blaine was aiming to leave marks as he bit down on his pulse point, but he didn't have the strength to fight him off. There was no point in fighting now. His blazer was strewn over the door of one of the stalls and his shirt ripped open and ruined, buttons all over the bathroom floor. Blaine's warm tongue would poke out and circle his nipples in the slowest, most teasing way humanly possible as he pounded into him on the girl's bathroom sink. They always came here (in more ways than one) because it was in the basement by the girl's locker room and would always be empty.

"Because you made things so much m-more difficult-t than they… yesss… than they need t-t-to be…"

Blaine pulled out slowly, watching as his cock disappeared in and out of Kurt. He was now purposely avoiding where Kurt needed him to be.

"If you won't stop being upset I won't let you come…"

Kurt opened his eyes at this and they landed on the smug bad boy. Blaine's eyes were heavy, his hair was breaking out of it's smooth shell, his bottom lip was worried between his teeth and his breathing was more and more erratic with each thrust. He pushed the dark haired teen off him with a smile of his own.

"And if you won't let me come, no more late night texts to stop by, Anderson."

"Shit," he smirked, returning his lips to the coiffed teens cherry ones. "How can you say something like that?"

Kurt could only watch and take it as his boyfriend held him by the legs and reentered in one slick movement, moving in and out of Kurt's ass while connecting with the boy's spot each and every time. He was so close to spilling over there was no way he wanted to hear Blaine say he wouldn't let him come. He felt Blaine spread his legs wider and plunge deep into him with the snap of his hips.

"Fucckkk… Blaine… harder baby…"

Blaine repeated his actions, picking Kurt up and placing him against the wall adjacent to them. Kurt wrapped his legs around the bad boy's waist and closed his eyes at the feeling of calloused hands running over his navel, up his chest, and squeezing his nipple.

"You like being fucked hard, don't you?"

Holding Kurt's hips, he snapped in even further eliciting a shout from the countertenor. Blaine smiled, connecting their lips and swallowing the moans completely.

"I love being fucked hard, Blaine…"

"Shit, Kurt… I'm close… I'm…"

Two more thrusts. Before he could give proper warning, Blaine released his seed into the condom, clutching the side of the wall for support. Kurt bit his lip in a smirk as he felt the bad boy faltering around him, breathing heavy and moaning his boyfriend's name repeatedly.

"And I'm still mad at you," Kurt said simply, hands locking around Blaine's neck. The dark haired teen smiled, staring down at the boy's erect cock between them as he moved forward slowly, riding out his orgasm.

"You won't be mad for long." Blaine whispered against his lips. He placed his boyfriend back on the sink and sunk to his knees.

Kurt's hands clenched into Blaine's hair ruining the style completely as Blaine hummed around his dick. There were three fingers shoved up his ass a minute later and a hand massaging his nuts as Kurt cried out he was close.

Kurt wasn't mad for long.

….

"That was amazing. You should be mad at me more often."

Blaine skated besides Kurt, combing his hair back into style as they made their way towards the cafeteria. Kurt was giving himself a pep talk, hoping that he'd be able to deal with his friends and remain as neutral as he was earlier. Thankfully there wasn't that much time left in the period, and he'd be off to ignoring them as the day progressed. They'd need to come to terms with the fact that Kurt and Blaine were a couple. It was happening whether they approved or not.

"We should go back to your place after this anyway." Blaine continued, "We can afford to skip the rest of the day."

"We?" Kurt smiled. "You can't afford to skip anything."

"I'm passing everything, thank you."

"Barely."

Blaine smirked, shrugging his shoulders. The dean entered the hallway and glared at him, making the bad boy roll his eyes and hop off the skateboard. Kurt smiled.

"I hate that guy. So ready to show me off to your friends?"

The pair stopped in front of the cafeteria and Kurt took a deep breath, smiling as Blaine kissed him chastely. "The better question is are they ready for you?"

….

"Here they come," Puck elbowed Finn in the side a few times forcing the quarterback to look up. The whole table—the whole cafeteria turned to watch the boys as Kurt led the way, Blaine a step or two behind, skateboard in hand. The blue eyed boy kept his focus directly in front of him—looking at the lunch table— while Blaine's eyes roamed, glaring around the cafeteria until everyone was minding their own business again.

Kurt took his seat at the end of the table, around all the other New Directions. Next to him were Mike and Blaine who just sat down sideways, facing Kurt instead of front, and on the opposite side was Mercedes and Sam. He didn't think he was prepared to deal with Finn or Rachel who was at the other end of the table.

His friends looked at him and then at the bad boy, and back to him. It was silent as everyone waited for Kurt to explain what this was—him making out with Blaine in the hallway, them showing up late, Blaine sitting awfully close with one hand around Kurt's waist, all of it. They watched and waited for about a minute before Blaine reached over into Sam's tray, grabbed a French fry, dipped it into ketchup, and lifted it to his mouth. Mercedes looked from her boyfriend over to Kurt's… person… with a befuddled expression.

Kurt cleared his throat and removed his boyfriend's hand off the small of his back. "This is Blaine Anderson and we've been together over a month now."

Everyone was quiet.

Blaine was bored already. He knew this was important to Kurt, not hiding who they were, but he wasn't looking for any more friends or enemies really. He had who he needed and he was more than happy. But, Blaine was determined to make Kurt happy as well. If this meet and greet was what it took, then so be it. Afterwards, he wanted nothing to do with any of them.

"And," Kurt continued, "that's just about it. That's all I wanted to share here… I'm glad we could have this conversation, guys—"

"A month, Kurt?"

Finn had that look on his face again, the look from earlier where he looked extremely disappointed in his brother. Blaine noticed it when he glanced up to 'tall dude', but rolled his eyes away. They didn't even know him. Kurt responded, and Blaine watched his lips as they moved before pulling out a sharpie and scribbling over the table.

"Yes, Finn. A while now."

His brother put his head into his hands in disbelief. Everyone sort of stared at each other not really knowing what to say. "Are you out of your mind, Kurt?"

"I ask him the same thing all the time," Blaine smirked, hand returning his hand to the boy's waist.

"You don't speak!" Finn exclaimed, standing up off the bench.

"Who the fuck do you think you're speaking to?"

"Babe!" Kurt cut in, turning his body to face Blaine. The bad boy sat back down, still glaring at the taller teen as he settled closer to Kurt. "Can we not… please?"

"Tell your brother something." Blaine said, his anger evident in his voice.

Finn was about to respond but Kurt cut in, sounding completely aggravated by what was happening. "Look guys, this is not how I want you to treat him. Blaine's been great to me and he's done nothing to any of you so Finn, if you could—"

"Can you step away so we can speak to our friend, please?" Rachel asked in her most cheery voice. Blaine smirked, seeing straight through her. There was no doubt in his mind that she'd talk about him as soon as he left the table, but he obliged, cupping Kurt's chin and kissing him softly before standing up. "I'll wait for you outside, beautiful."

Blaine glared at Finn one last time before stalking off, walking past the lunch aides and into the halls. Kurt looked up at his friends after watching him go to see Mike, Tina, and Brittany sort of smiling, Santana and Puck looking like they were seconds away from asking how the sex was, Finn and Rachel looking pissed the fuck off, Sam and Artie looking confused as hell, and Mercedes looking as if she really wanted to hear what was happening. He wasn't sure where to start so he waited for one of them to initiate a conversation.

"What's 115?" Artie asked, staring down at the table.

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before looking down as well and finding the numbers 1-15 and two boxing gloves drawn in black sharpie. He stared for a while trying to hold back the smile but couldn't, the edges of his red lips curling at the sight.

"That's um… January 15th … the day we first spoke and… that's the day." Kurt finished quickly before he could let any more slip about what was done that day. Nobody needed to know everything.

"Why the gloves?" Artie inquired some more. Sam spoke this time.

"I see him at the bag all the time, practically murdering the poor thing. He's been trained, I'm sure."

"You hear that, Finnster," Puck spoke up, standing from the table, "you don't want to mess with this guy," he tossed his tray in the trash and sat back down, "he'll kick your ass."

Finn listened intently, looking from his friends to his brother.

"I honestly can't believe you would waste your time with the likes of Blaine Anderson, Kurt. He's been nothing but bad news since he got here from Carmel and you are so much smarter." Rachel said, making sure she kept Kurt's eye contact. "You can do better than that—"

"You know absolutely nothing about him, Rachel." Kurt sounded exasperated, "none of you do. I'm not having this conversation."

"He's right," Mike said, "he's pretty chill in our class."

"And pretty psychotic everywhere else. He's a horrible influence on you! Smoking everywhere, behaving badly—"

"Rachel," Mercedes interrupted, "just stop. Have you seen Kurt smoking or doing any of that stuff?"

The table was quiet.

"No, you haven't. He's missed a few dates with us and sometimes he's not available. Neither are you or me. We are in relationships. Support him guys. He's happy for goodness sake."

"Blaine obviously likes him," Sam added, "I've seen these little 115s with the gloves drawn in the locker room and in my foreign language class. And did you guys see how he looked at Kurt? I mean c'mon—"

"Sex, porcelain," Santana interrupted as Kurt smiled at Sam's words, "how is it? I bet he makes you top sometimes—"

"I'm telling Burt." Finn cut in now. "You want to be with that asshole, fine. But Burt will hear about all of this."

"Really?" Puck asked, "Dude, not cool."

"I'm done here," Kurt stood up, shouldering his backpack. "You do what you need to but I'm staying with Blaine. Fuck you if you don't like it."

Just like that, he was gone, presumably going to join his boyfriend in the hall. The New Directions looked at one another, some still shocked, others not as bothered anymore, but others… definitely affected.

….

Sweat dripped from Blaine's face as he thundered a combination of punches into the bag, one after the other. He skipped to his left, bobbing and weaving before throwing a blow into the center.

Kurt sat on the floor of Blaine's gym watching, having not gone to glee today. It was the third meeting in a row he missed but he couldn't deal with that room full of hypocrites. Even Mr. Schuester was giving him questioning looks after Finn told him. He hated it, and while thankful for Mercedes and the few others that supported his happiness while trying to befriend a Blaine that had no interest in dealing with any of them, Kurt still didn't want to go because of the couple that acted like he made the worst decision in the history of the world.

Blaine took a deep breath and looked at his wet wife beater. He lifted the red gloves up to his face, fixing his stance, and threw two straights into the ever swaying punching bag. Kurt watched the boy work; his eyes roaming along Blaine's muscular arms. He allowed his head to fall back against the wall, sighing heavily and dramatically until his boyfriend looked over towards him.

"Talk to me, baby."

"I'm fine."

Blaine smirked, moving to the other side of the bag now and beginning a whole new slew of punches. "I know something is bothering you and now I'm feeling like an ass for forcing you out like that."

"It's not you at all," Kurt said, sitting up. "I wanted this, but I also wanted my friends to be happy for me."

Blaine continued punching, sweat glistening on his chest.

"I just can't believe them." Kurt continued.

"Why not?" his boyfriend questioned.

The blue eyed boy looked at him obviously. "What do you mean why not? They're so freaking judgmental."

Blaine stopped the punching bag from swinging before walking over to his boyfriend. He pulled the gloves off his hands and sat besides Kurt, digging in the black duffel bag to his right. "I make it easy to judge me, don't you think?"

Kurt rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Why do you do that, Blaine? You're always beating yourself up. And take the damn cigarette out your mouth," he snatched the stick from his boyfriends lips, knocking the lighter out his hand in the process, before snapping it in his fingers. Blaine looked at him for a moment before picking up his lighter and tossing it in the bag.

"Now you're taking out your anger on me, Kurt."

"I hate it when you do that. This smoking. You know that."

Blaine glanced over at his boyfriend and the hurt on his face broke his heart to pieces.

"I hate this, Blaine. All of them are happy. Now I am and it's the end of the fucking world."

Kurt closed his eyes, placing his head back against the wall as he willed the tears away. "It isn't fair."

He felt a pair of warm lips being pressed to his own and immediately the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders.

"Relax," Blaine whispered, "it's just you and me now, baby. That's all that matters."