It was only 12.30 and Blaine was already sure that if he was to hear one more argument ending in Don't turn your back on the pencils, fatass he was going to scream and throw something after those girls.

History class had never been slower, and with summer break just around the corner not even the teacher was pretending to be interested in whatever they were doing. He had spent the entire lesson hiding his notes from the guy next to him who was certain that his best way to get through class was by copying Blaine's notes.

His phone buzzed and he felt a little tickle from the vibrator. He looked around the room, but quickly rolled his eyes at himself because there was no chance anyone would raise an eyebrow at him checking his texts in the middle of the class.

Kurt: "Off class soon?"

Blaine: "I hope so. What do you wanna do later?"

Kurt: "Sure you can handle hearing about that while in public?"

Blaine looked around the room again. Sure, it was still history class, but… there were people in the room, and Kurt wanted to play that game.

He bit his lower lip, drew a heavy breath and failed in suppressing a grin.

Blaine: "Tell me and we'll see…"

No reply. Waiting. Stupid waiting.

Maybe waiting was good. Ten minutes more and the bell would ring and he could go to his locker where he could hide his face in his locker while reading whatever was about to come.

Vibrator buzzing in his hand against his lap. Apparently there would be no hiding.

Kurt: "I was thinking I could take a little trip to a place I rarely go."

Shit. Seriously? Did he seriously say that? Write that? What's it called? Who cares, Kurt just suggested that…

Blaine: "But we haven't planned anything for today?…"

He nearly didn't get to put the phone down before it buzzed again.

Kurt: "Really, Blaine? That's your response?"

Blaine: "Maybe I was just so intrigued by your proposition that I lost my words?"

Kurt: "Does that mean you like it when I go there?"

Blaine clasped his knuckles against his mouth and considered banging his head against the table. Had Kurt not listened to him when he did that?

Kurt: "Is that no? ):"

Blaine: "If I like it? Would one that didn't like it nearly eat a pillow?"

Kurt: "Point taken."

Kurt: "What else do you like me doing?"

Blaine gulped. He was pretty certain that everyone in the class were staring at him, but he didn't dare looking, so he returned his attention to the display.

Blaine: "I love it when you kiss me"

Thirty second and his phone vibrated.

Kurt: "Come on. You can do better than that"

Blaine: "I wasn't finished. Patience"

Blaine: "I love it when you kiss me - while you touch me"

The bell rang and Blaine rushed his stuff into his satchel so he could storm out of the class. He could vaguely hear the teacher saying something loudly in the classroom behind him, but he wasn't the only one to run out of there so he figured that it would be fine. Not that he could wrap his mind around that at the moment.

He hurried down the hall as fast as he could without bumping into too many people. Brittany passed him and said something, but he just waved his hand at her.

Finally he reached his locker. He pushed his books in before he dared to take his phone back out so he could check the latest message while hiding.

Kurt: "Where do you like me to touch you?"

Kurt: "Behind you, handsome"

What? What does that even mean?

"It's not me you're hiding from is it?" Kurt's voice sounded nearly directly into his ear with a soft hand on his arm. He got so startled that he almost banged his head into the locker door.

"What? Hiding from you? Pft, no…" Blaine burst out a little too fast. He could feel that his face was telling him off, but he didn't want to seem stupid in front of Kurt. Of course he could do this.

"Good. Cause I was really hoping to see you after school," Kurt whispered sensually into his ear before he squeezed his tricep and walked away. He left him standing there in the middle of the hall. Where he could watch Kurt's hips sway away - and naturally this was a day where his ass wasn't covered by anything but those jeans that were so tight that sometimes Blaine wondered how he could even fit his underwear in there.

Maybe he doesn't wear underwear when he wear those jeans? Blaine thought and felt heat return to his cheeks. He had to stop that when in school. Especially because he had gym later. Gym. Not a time for him to think like that.

He slammed his locker hard and appreciated the thought that he and Tina would be spending the next two hours in the library researching for a project so he wouldn't have to worry about taking notes - only Tina's glance on him.

In the library. Their notes were spread across the table and they were both staring into their laptops. This made everything a lot easier.

Until Kurt, Quinn and Santana entered the library looking like they were planning on staying. As soon as they saw Blaine and Tina they naturally decided that it would be oh-so-fun for all of them to sit together while they were there at the same time.

Kurt sat down next to Blaine with a smirk before he started fumbling around his bag.

And Blaine's phone buzzed.

He didn't dare checking it. Santana could smell that stuff and it would only take a nanosecond for her to have advertised it all over the school.

Kurt nudged his leg with his knee under the table, and he knew that he had to. Kurt wanted to play, so they would be playing.

Kurt: "Where do you want me to touch you?"

So he suddenly wants explicit details? When he can't even say the word penis in strictly non-sexual relations? When he's too shy to have the lights on even though we're still wearing our underwear and t-shirts?

Blaine: "You want me to be graphic about that?"

Kurt: "The whole shy innocence was fun while it lasted."

Kurt: "But wasn't you the one to worry that we were too sheltered?"

Blaine: "I was talking about us as artists. Performers."

Kurt: "Well… be an artist with me. Perform for me."

The library usually didn't feel that hot. Normally they were pretty good at keeping a good temperature for holding a healthy study environment, but right now it was like the heat was skyrocketing.

"Would anyone mind me… opening a window, or something?" Blaine asked awkwardly. He avoided everyone's eyes. He was sure that if he looked directly at anyone every single of their texts would be printed all over his face.

The others mumbled something and he took that as a yes, so he hurried to the window and pushed it open.

Kurt: "Do you want me to stop?"

Blaine: "No. Please don't stop."

Blaine: "I'm just overwhelmed - I think is the most appropriate word."

Kurt: "But I don't want you to be appropriate."

Blaine: "You want to suck me?"

Shit. Did I just send that to him? He's gonna kill me. Now he will never let me have access to anything ever again.

Blaine watched Kurt from behind the bookcase, and saw his cheeks flush when he read the message. He bit his lower lip the way Blaine loved and he moved to face a little away from the rest of their friends.

Kurt: "That depends - do you want me to suck you?"

Blaine: "I love it when you suck me."

Kurt: "I do love the feeling of you on my tongue."

Blaine: "Your tongue is amazing"

Blaine: "I swear, your tongue is magic."

"Blaine, what are you doing? We're supposed to be doing this stupid project," Tina groaned defeated from the table, and Blaine remembered that he was hiding behind a bookcase and had to return to the table.

"Yeah, sorry I just… it's hot in here," he muttered and hurried to lock his eyes back on the screen of his computer, but he could feel Kurt sending him glances from the corner of his eye.

Santana was doodling across her notepad, Quinn was absorbed in a book, Tina was reading something online and Kurt… Kurt's gaze was directed into a book, but Blaine knew that he wasn't reading a word.

Out of nowhere Blaine felt Kurt's hand on his thigh. He would recognize the feeling of Kurt's hand on his thigh anytime. He held in a startled gasp, but didn't get to think it over before Kurt's hand slowly started moving up his leg, threateningly close to finding out why Blaine suddenly felt it so hot in there.

Kurt's free hand was hidden under the table and his eyes wasn't in the book anymore.

A text.

Kurt: "There's something I've been thinking about"

Blaine stole a glance in Kurt's direction and he looked nervous. It was very clear that he wasn't planning on looking at Blaine now.

Blaine: "What did you think about? Something we should try?"

Pause. Kurt didn't move, he just stared into his phone before he stood up and left his seat. He hurried in between the bookcases and Blaine was sure that he was lurking at him from his hiding spot. What could be so… what was it - that he had to hide when suggesting it, even when he didn't have to say it out loud?

Kurt: "I was thinking that I could use my tongue somewhere else?."

Blaine's face turned crimson. He needed to leave. He couldn't be in the room anymore. This was too much and he had no idea why Kurt was doing this to him because it was torture.

Blaine: "Somewhere else where?"

He got to his feet and hurried in the direction of the bathroom. He could feel the girls staring after him but he didn't turn to look because if he did he was afraid that he might say something that definitely wasn't any of their business, but his boyfriend was sending him the hottest texts ever and he couldn't contain it.

Kurt: "Where I only ever used my fingers?"

Blaine turned the lock on the bathroom door, and sat down on the toilet. He couldn't be having this conversation in school, but he couldn't let it stop now and before he knew it his hand was rubbing over the bulge in his pants.

How should he respond? He couldn't say fun because that would make it sound childish, he couldn't say interesting because that would make it sound like he thought it was weird and he couldn't say good because he had never in his wildest imaginations thought Kurt would be up for something like that.

He had seen guys doing it in porn, and he had imagined what it would feel like to have Kurt licking and fucking him there with his tongue, but he had never even considered that it could be reality - but to have Kurt suggest it himself was so hot and he was sure he was going to explode.

Blaine: "Sounds hot. I'll look forward to that."

Ugh. It's not like he asked if we could watch a movie together. Please don't let him think that I think it's weird or gross or anything.

The bathroom door opened and he rushed his hand away from his crotch. He was so startled that he nearly fell off the toilet and his heart was racing.

Under the stall door he could see Kurt's boots walk towards the mirror at the other end of the bathroom. Blaine bit his lower lip and opened the door right as Kurt was directly outside of his stall.

He quickly pulled him in and pushed him against the wall where he pressed his body against Kurt's. Kurt squealed but Blaine hushed him by clasping his lips against Kurt's. He let his tongue into venturing around Kurt's mouth and Kurt sucked him closer in.

"This is pretty unscheduled," Kurt moaned when they broke away from each other.

"You can't just… do stuff like that," Blaine gasped. He stared Kurt in the eyes and watched a teasing grin cross his face.

"Fine. I'll stop then -" he said and let his hands find their way down the back pockets of Blaine's jeans.

"No. Don't stop. Ever. It's so hot, but you're killing me," Blaine whispered, deadly afraid that someone was going to hear them.

Kurt squeezed around his ass causing Blaine's crotch to be pushed against his own, making him moan and grin, but Blaine whimper lightly.

"You really like this whole sexting thing, huh?"

Kurt said the word sex. He said sex. Dammit it sounds so good when he says sex.

If something wasn't happening soon he was sure that he was going to come down his thigh, leaving the world's biggest stain on his jeans, and he couldn't live with that.

Kurt let his one hand out of Blaine's pocket and around to rub flatly over his crotch and Blaine nearly broke down from the touch. He whimpered lightly and grabbed around Kurt's hips.

"I promised you something," Kurt whispered into his ear, and Blaine feared that his legs would take the coward way and break down under him. He buried his face against Kurt's shoulder and had to stop himself from not biting him when he felt Kurt's hands fumbling with his belt.

His hands rushed to close around Kurt's that was already starting to work on the button of his pants. Impressive speed and skill.

"Kurt, we're in school. In the library -" Blaine argued, doing his best to emphasize how much he wanted it but still thought it to be the stupidest, most reckless thing they had ever done, and he wasn't planning on Kurt getting into trouble so close to his graduation.

Kurt sighed heavily before he let his head fall back against the wall. He grabbed around Blaine's collar and held his eyes locked with his own. His eyes were intense and firm, a look Blaine hadn't seen in him before.

"Listen - I wanna try everything in the world with you, and soon I'll be away, so we'll mostly get cybersex or sexting. Seeing you every day made me thing that this… this is something I wanna do with you. It's fun and it's sexy - just like you. And it's something I've wanted to do for a long time," Kurt said without a trace of a joke on his face.

He was serious, and while Blaine's attention was directed elsewhere he had opened his zipper and had his hand on its way down his underwear.

"…and clearly you want to do this too," he gasped as he closed around Blaine's hard cock, making Blaine rise to his toes from the contact.

It felt like Kurt was staring directly into his soul as he slowly started moving his hand, and Blaine decided that nothing else mattered than the fact that they were together. It was true; there was a chance that it would be almost a year before they could do something silly and spontaneous like that again - and they hadn't even done it before, so he might as well throw himself into it.

He clasped his hands onto Kurt's face and pulled him into a kiss, and he could feel that Kurt was grinning against his face. He let himself disappear into the moment and had to suppress a chuckle of how reckless this was.

Kurt started dragging Blaine's pants and underwear awkwardly down, and when his dick sprung free Blaine feared that he was going to stain Kurt's shirt, but it didn't seem like Kurt even spared it a thought because he pushed his entire body against Blaine so he had to step back and was suddenly trapped in a corner.

"Now… promises," Kurt panted into his mouth, and Blaine could already feel a chill running down his spine.

Kurt sucked on Blaine's lower lip before he started kissing down his jaw, over his neck and onto his collarbone.

"I locked the door so we're all alone. Don't hold back." Kurt bit down on his earlobe and let his tongue trace around the shell of his ear before he suddenly was on his knees.

Kurt's lips were wet and soft as he awkwardly kissed Blaine's sac. He quickly let his tongue out to run up his balls and over his shaft. When he reached his head he grabbed around the root to make it easier for his mouth to reach and he started sucking on the head of Blaine's cock with the tip of his tongue playing lightly over the slit.

Kurt had only sucked him twice before so he was still nervous about it and trying to find his way. Blaine didn't care though because it was the most incredible feeling he had ever experienced, and in his opinion Kurt gave the best blowjobs in the world. He hadn't tried anyone else, but he didn't need to because Kurt gave him all he needed.

Suddenly Kurt was sitting on the toilet and had his on leg between Blaine's so he could rub his crotch against Blaine's. He let his mouth slowly up and down around Blaine's dick a few times before he found a steady pace.

Blaine's knees were trembling, and he had to support against the wall to not fall down. His one hand was gripping hard around Kurt's shoulder and the other had found its way into his hair even though he knew that he would be killed for it when they were done.

He couldn't stop looking down. He watched the way Kurt's lips were glistening around his erection and it looked like his mouth was formed for the very purpose of taking in Blaine's dick.

Kurt looked up at him from under long eyelashes and raised his chin a little to make Blaine's head scrape against the roof of his mouth while he let his tongue trace up the vein.

"Fuck! Kurt. Dammit!" Blaine burst out, and Kurt smiled around him, but let his fingers dig into Blaine's ass, his nails scraping his crack.

He bent his knees a little and Kurt bucked his hips forward to rub his own crotch against Blaine's thigh. He was moaning and his breathing was thrusting hard through his nose. Every now and then he let his teeth get a light grip before licking over the place, but suddenly he started sucking hard and Blaine felt it like he was planning on sucking every last drop out of him.

Blaine's hips started to slowly thrust into Kurt's mouth, and it didn't seem like Kurt minded. He only sucked harder as Blaine fucked his mouth. The room was positively spinning, and everything abruptly turned very real.

Blaine's skin felt like it was stretched directly over his bones, and he was certain that he was about to have a heart attack. Kurt let his left hand up to grasp Blaine's and lock their fingers so hard that their knuckles turned white.

It was mesmerizing to stare at the way Kurt moved his head and how red his wet lips were. He had never thought it was possible for someone to be sexy and beautiful at the same time like this - but that was just one more way where Kurt wasn't like anyone.

He was sweating and his balls were hard. His fingers were digging into Kurt's hair, and the more he tried staying quiet the louder he seemed to groan.

"Shit, Kurt… soon… now…" he whined out, knowing that Kurt would kill him if he didn't stop him before it was too late, but Kurt didn't stop.

He released his hand on Blaine's ass and let his around to swipe at the root of his cock instead, and Blaine didn't get it, but before he could stop himself or Kurt he could feel the heat boiling in his groin and hot spurts of come was filling Kurt's mouth.

Kurt sucked and licked and swallowed while moaning. His own dick was hard against Blaine's leg and if he hadn't been wearing those damn tight jeans Blaine would have helped him about it.

He was dizzy and realized that he was clenching Kurt's hand so hard that he couldn't even move his fingers. The warmth of Kurt's mouth disappeared and he was suddenly feeling very cold.

Kurt gazed up at him and used his free hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, before he let his tongue slide over his upper lip with a flirtatious look.

Blaine dropped to his knees to sit between Kurt's legs and pulled him close to a greedy kiss. He could taste the salt from his own come filling up Kurt's mouth, and his lips were soft, slippery and swollen against Blaine's.

"Wow… that was… wow," Blaine panted against his cheek as he kissed down Kurt's jaw. He let his arm around Kurt's waist and for some reason Kurt started to giggle hysterically against Blaine's face, and he couldn't do anything but laugh with him.

"Good. Cause I'm just warming up," Kurt chuckled as he placed innocent kisses on Blaine's cheek, his eyelashes tickling over the sensitive skin under Blaine's eye.

Kurt shoved a handful of paper into Blaine's hand so he could clean himself of - or what Kurt's tongue hadn't already caught.

"You're so stupid, and crazy - and amazing," Blaine mumbled and wished that they could snuggle close at home instead of having to go out there and face… everyone.

He carefully dragged his underwear back on, before he got his jeans back in place and closed. He wanted to drag their exit out for as long as possible, because what was waiting for them was something he didn't even dare think about.

Kurt forced Blaine's head back so he could continue kissing him, and Blaine started wondering if he should tell him to take a mint before sitting back next to the girls.

"You smell like dick," he burst out in a chuckle and Kurt blushed. He hoped badly that the moment hadn't already passed so Kurt would refuse to address anything sexually.

"No, I smell like your dick," Kurt pointed out with flaming cheeks.

Blaine grinned, and suddenly it wasn't so bad that Kurt smelled and tasted of dick. Kurt's hands were innocently back on the lower of Blaine's back, and if he hadn't known it Blaine would never have guessed what he had just done.

He brushed a thumb lightly over Kurt's cheekbone and he could feel the heat boiling under his skin. Kurt's eyes were a strong azure with green spots dancing like stars on his corneas. His gaze was soft and Blaine imagined that it was possible for him to kiss directly on his eyes, because it would surely have to be like kissing stars.

They both sighed and knew that it was time. They had to get out. Blaine picked his phone up from the floor where it had fallen in the heat of the act, and he awkwardly got to his feet before helping Kurt up.

Kurt locked his arms around Blaine and the kisses that were so hot and forceful only a minute ago had turned intimate and gentle. The moment they had just shared, that they were still sharing, had gone from hungry need for each other's bodies to a hungry need for each other's closeness.

It seemed like a stupid situation to get emotional, but it was hard not to when Kurt was holding him close like this. Blaine smiled and pecked his lips softly before he let a hand up to move a lock of hair from Kurt's forehead, making Kurt smile warmly back at him.

"Sorry about the hair," Blaine apologized thickly.

"It's okay. I'll have my revenge later. Also, you're ditching gym today, cause I have the house to myself until 5 -" Kurt said and suddenly he was back to being the shy boy who would never have taking words in his mouth like he had done over the last few hours - anything that had been in his mouth over the last few hours.

They shared a few seconds intimacy with nothing but silence before they left the stall. They both washed their hands before they checked their clothes and Kurt saved his hair best possible by the mirror. They agreed for Kurt to leave the bathroom first and then he would text Blaine as soon as he thought it safe for him to return.

Blaine waited for what felt like ages. He had 4 texts from Tina and three missed calls - two from Tina and one from Santana. He should have guessed it. He felt bad for having left Tina like that, but she hadn't exactly been too excited about the project either.

Kurt: "If they ask you have been outside talking to Cooper on the phone."

Blaine: "Alright. I'm coming out."

Kurt: "You've been for a long time."

Blaine snickered. He put his phone back in his pocket, checked his zipper an extra time to be extra sure and forced himself to return to the library as casual as possible.

He sat down and turned his attention immediately to the screen. Kurt snuck his hand under the table and grabbed around Blaine's. He nearly jumped from the touch, but turned his hand around to let Kurt's fingers fall in place with his.

His phone buzzed.

Kurt: "I still have one more promise"

Blaine shot him a glance from the corner of his eye and Kurt met him with an innocent smile.

Blaine: "You're a bad influence. In the good way."

Blaine: "Maybe we could just leave now?"

Tina seemed like she was about to fall asleep, so Blaine guessed that she would love him forever if he suggested that they stopped for the day and continued working on it the upcoming Monday.

Quinn and Santana was engaged in a lively conversation about something that seemed way too girl talk for Blaine to even want to pay attention to.

Kurt: "I love you"

Blaine's heart skipped a beat. Or maybe several beats? Or maybe it was racing? He couldn't quite figure it out, but it was definitely out of order.

He moved his chair a little closer to Kurt's so he could lean in to kiss Kurt's ear.

"I love you too," Blaine whispered quietly and Kurt turned to face him, their noses nearly colliding from the closeness.

In the beginning it was hard to be close in McKinley. There were way too many people sending them judgmental looks, and they didn't want to put each other into potential risk of being shoved into lockers or being slushied or maybe something worse - but after a little while they started daring to ease up, and now they were just as open as the other couples were when they were with the other glee club members. Glee club was their public room sanctuary and they were grateful.

"Alright. Chang, we might as well all just pack up. If I have to be close to that stench of gay hormones any longer I think I'm gonna throw up," Santana declared and slammed her book hard making her receive a wistful look from the librarian passing their table in that moment.

Both Kurt and Blaine looked awkwardly down on their locked hands in Kurt's lap well aware that all eyes around the table were directed towards them.

Quinn snickered under her breath and Tina closed her laptop with a heavy sigh. Apparently she had just been waiting for any excuse at all for leaving.

Blaine didn't ask any questions but hurried to pack his own things away, feeling Kurt sneaking looks in his direction while packing his own books away.

"I'm gonna go get some fresh air. See you in gym later," Tina said tired as she left the table and waved at the others.

"Uhm.. Sure," Blaine mumbled, unsure what else to say when he already knew that he wouldn't be showing up.

He got up himself and made sure he had all of his things before saying goodbye to Kurt and the others.

"You smell like sex," Santana snapped as soon as Blaine walked past her.

He didn't look at her, but decided his best tactic would be to just ignore her.

"Shut up, Santana," Kurt snapped back at her when Blaine was almost out of the library.

When Blaine reached his locker his phone buzzed again.

Kurt: "Meet me at my house?"

Blaine: "Your house."

Kurt: "Good. I have ideas."

Blaine: "Should I be scared?"

Kurt: "I don't think so. It involves a lot of naked you and a lot of naked me, so you be the judge of that."

Kurt: "Also my tongue and your tongue."

And he expected him to avoid crashing his car on the way to his house?

Blaine: "Okay. More intrigued than scared now. As long as we can involve other body parts too."

Blaine: "If you get there first I'll be expecting to find you naked."

Kurt: "I will take that as a challenge."