“I’m never going to get this in time. The test is tomorrow and I feel like I’m going to fail.”

We sat on my bed, text books and papers laid everywhere. Blaine was helping me study for the anatomy test that was tomorrow. It was the final and I knew I couldn’t memorize all of these parts by 5th period tomorrow. It was impossible.

“You’ll ace it for sure. I know you can.” He smiled. “Do you want me to sing I Believe in You?”

I swatted at his arm. “As much as I love that musical and that song, it’s not going to help me much.”

He laughed as he went back to the textbook he was reading to see if he could help me study better. I looked down to mine.

Alright, that’s the radius which you can tell because the top is round and- I looked up then to see Blaine giving me a mischievous smile.

I knew that look. Great, I knew now that I wasn’t going to get any studying done.

“What are you smiling at Blaine Anderson?” I asked, kind of annoyed but still intrigued.

“I have an idea to help you study… and I have a feeling you’ll like it too.” He said still smiling.

He cleared the books and papers off the bed and dumped them on the floor. He looked to the clock.

“No one’s going to be back for a couple of hour’s right?”

“Blaine! I need to study. What part of ‘I need to get my grades up’ don’t you understand?”

He crawled up the bed and was now inches away from my face, his breath tickling my skin.

“Oh, don’t you worry. You’ll understand anatomy in no time.” His voice was soft and seductive and I couldn’t help but give in.

I nodded and with that he took his shirt off depositing it on the floor. I smiled at the sight. His skin was toned and muscular, despite what he said about never working out except for boxing. I drooled at the incredible sight.

I moved to immediately follow, depositing on the floor with his, not even worrying about the wrinkles and damage it would cause.

“Lay on your stomach.” He ordered. I complied, head resting on my arms on the pillows. Blaine smiled and quickly turned away going to the opposite side of the bed.

“So these are your heels,” he said, kissing each of them. He hesitated for a moment, but continued on. He kissed the inside of my legs. “On the outside is your Tibia.” He kissed the outside. “And then you Fibula.” He moved up, hands running up my legs. He kissed the back of my thighs. “Your Femur.” He moved his hands up and grasped my butt. I tensed at this unexpected touch but soon relaxed. “The reason why you’re butt is so bony is because of your ischial tuberosity.” We both laughed at this. “That is part of your pelvis.” He continued up, kissing my bare back. His breath tickled my skin and sent shivers through my body. I felt him smile into my skin.

“There are two floating ribs, the four above them are known as false ribs and the rest are known as true ribs,” he said, in between kissing up my back. His tongue dragged up my spine. I trembled.

“This is your shoulder blade, also known as your pectoral girdle.” He sucked at the skin, making me moan into the pillows. He was right; this was working, but not just for studying purposes.

He put his hands on my waist and turned me over so I lay on my back. He hovered above me hands placed on either side of my body on the mattress.

He kissed my stomach, trailing up. “This is your sternum. There are- three- parts.” His kisses lingered a little more on my chest. “Your xiphoid process-“ he kissed just above my navel. “The body, and the manubriummmm.” He hummed with delight as I took a deep breath as he pressed his lips to my chest, and I dug my fingers into his back. He moved his lips to the side of my manubrium. “This is you’re sexy clavicle which makes me quiver when I see you wear a low cut shirt.” He sucked at the spot, making me throw my head back in pleasure.

He moved away from my chest, making me groan from the loss. His tongue drug on my neck, until it met with my chin. He kissed it softly. “Your mental foramen is… somewhere in there.” He moved to my cheekbone. “Your zygomatic process.” He kissed my nose. “Your nasal bone.” I smiled as he moved over my face telling me all of the different names. He came to my ear, his lips brushing against it as he breathed. “Inside here is your external acoustic meatus.” He kissed a soft spot behind my ear, sucking at the spot as I moaned with delight.

He moved so his eyes were locked on mine, my hands on his waist.

“You feel good about the test now?” he asked softly, nuzzling his nose against my cheek.

“Yesssss.” I said as I turned so his lips met mine. His body collapsed on mine as my mouth opened allowing him entrance into my mouth. I reached for his belt buckle, undoing it and sliding it out of the loops, never breaking the kiss. My hands slid between the waistband of his boxers and his bare skin. I could feel goose bumps rise on his skin.

He broke the kiss, moving to undo my own pants. We rolled over so I was now on top, making it easier for him to fumble with the band. Our lips smashed together again, tongues tangled together.

His fingers ghosted across my spine, moving to the back of my neck. I brought my hands up and laid them on his waist, my whole body weight on him. I let my head dip so my forehead was against his shoulder as his lips trailed down to suck on my neck. I kissed his shoulder softly, as I relaxed more into the touch of his lips.

“Boys we’re home!”

I jumped ten feet in the landing on the floor beside the bed, my head colliding with the nightstand. I gasped at the sudden ache in my head.

“Your door better not be closed!” I heard my dad call.

I rubbed my head as Blaine peered over the side of the bed, reaching for his shirt.

“Kurt, are you alright?"

I nodded still rubbing the knot that was forming on my forehead. "I just met my nightstand. It's quite an awful thing."

He laughed as he handed me my own shirt before putting on his own. I put mine on as he stood above me, holding out a hand. I took it and allowed him to help me up. Dizziness passed through me, I closed my eyes and gripped my head again at the sudden amount of pain.

"Kurt?"

I nodded, letting him know I was fine and opening my eyes. He looked worried.

"I'm fine Blaine. Just a headache. Stupid night stand."

He pulled my hand away from my head. He made a face.

"We better get you some ice. And I'm very sorry to say that it will leave a mark."

I groaned as he took my hand and led me out of my room and down the stairs to be greeted by my parents.

My dad looked at me and to my forehead, and then to Blaine.

"What the hell happened?" he asked as he moved toward me, examining the bump forming on my head.

"Nothing dad. I just hit my head on the nightstand, that's all."

He eyed Blaine, who only nodded in response.

"Dad! Blaine didn't do it. I'm sure there is a dent on that stupid piece of furniture for proof."

Carole was at my side immediately, holding out an ice pack. Before I could move to take it, Blaine grabbed it and moved me to the couch. We sat down and he put the cool pack on my forehead. I winced a little at the pressure, but then relaxed as it started to feel amazing. I leaned on his shoulder, as he kept the ice pack in place.

Carole came in with two glasses of water and two painkillers.

"Oh my god thank you Carole!" I said, immediately taking the pills and water, downing them in one shot.

"Whoa there drug addict!" Blaine mocked.

Carole exited then with a smile on her face. I leaned back on his shoulder smiling as well.

"The only kind of addict I am is a sex addict, thanks to you." I whispered quietly so my parents wouldn't hear.

He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Yeah, now who was it that said they had as much knowledge of sex as a baby penguin? Yeah, I think that was you."

"And who said they weren't good at the romance thing. Yeah, that was you." I said in a mocking tone. He laughed again, placing his other hand on the pack, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I curled my legs on the couch, letting my head fall against his chest. His hand dropped to my back, rubbing small circles. I listened to his steady heart beat, and let his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. I kissed his chest through his shirt and moved my arm so it was around his stomach, grabbing at his side. His hand settled on my own waist.

Each blink seemed to get slower, until they closed completely, letting me go into a deep sleep, his body warm against mine.

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15 minutes later

Burt and Carole walked in, seeing both boys asleep on the couch, cuddled close together. Being the overprotective father he was, he moved to wake them, but Carole pressed a hand to his chest stopping him.

"Let them be." She said softly.

She walked over to them, laying a blanket over Kurt's legs, and another on Blaine's. She walked away slowly and quietly moving back to Burt. He looked uneasy at the fact that Kurt was sleeping so close to Blaine.

"It's fine Burt. You have nothing to worry about." She said, pressing her lips to his temple, before walking back to the kitchen.

He took one more look to the couch which held the boys. He smiled, remembering when it was Kurt who was cuddled up to him, watching movies, or sharing a cry after Elizabeth died.

He wiped at the wetness that was now on his cheek, and turned off the lamp and let the boys be. It was ten now, but he couldn't stand the thought of making Blaine drive home, after what he had heard what happened a couple days ago. He barely wanted him to go home the day before.

He made a quick call to the Anderson's, getting their machine. He left a quick message explaining the situation and hung up before retiring to his own bed.

As he climbed the stairs, he couldn't help the memories that came back. He wished for those days to be back again, but he knew that it could never happen.