Even though Kurt really enjoyed being back at McKinley—he did love his friends after all—he found himself missing Dalton. Despite the restrictive dress code and the at-times overwhelming course load, Kurt had enjoyed throwing himself into his studies.

The McKinley classes simply weren't challenging enough, and he often found himself struggling to focus on the lectures. He would catch himself daydreaming, and, on occasion, would pull himself out of his reverie to discover he'd been scribbling lovesick ramblings in his notebook instead of relevant notes.

He was suffering through English on Tuesday afternoon when his cell phone buzzed. Students weren't supposed to use their cell phones during the school day, but this, like many of the other rules at McKinley, was often ignored by students and teachers alike.

Kurt darted a glance at his phone. The screen read:

Blaine

I miss you

Kurt smiled, shaking his head briefly before glancing around the room to see if anyone had noticed. The teacher's gaze was firmly fixed on the whiteboard, and the students were occupying themselves with note taking (a select few) or doodling in their notebooks.

Kurt unlocked his phone to tap out a reply to Blaine. Autocorrect was usually his friend, so he didn't have to look at the screen as he tapped out the message. He glanced at the screen briefly before pressing Send.

Blaine sat at his desk during his study period, idly twirling a pen between his fingers as he waited for Kurt to reply. Blaine never bothered to do his homework during study halls-that was what class time was for-and he often found himself bored to tears as he waited for the hour to pass.

His phone buzzed, shaking him from his daydreaming. He opened his inbox.

Kurt:

You saw me less than two hours ago, at lunch.

Blaine had to stop himself from grinning hugely, settling for a slight upturn of his lips. Deciding to transfer to McKinley hadn't been an easy decision, but being able to see Kurt during the day was absolutely worth the arguments he'd had with his parents and the dull classes he was forced to suffer through.

He grasped his phone in both hands as he quickly typed out a reply. Once he'd pressed Send, he set his phone on his desk once more and resumed his daydreaming.

Kurt jumped slightly when his phone buzzed again. Multiple texts during one class were by no means unusual, but Blaine's replies were typically much slower after the initial text was sent.

This time, the screen read:

Blaine

and I have to wait almost two more until I can see you again :(

Kurt shook his head. He'd always found the use of emoticons silly, but Blaine constantly used them. Kurt couldn't bring himself to break Blaine of the habit. And, honestly, he liked seeing the silly expressions on his phone. It was one more reminder that Blaine wasn't always the serious, oh-so-put-together young man that everyone saw.

He tapped out a reply with one hand, glancing at the clock as he did so.

Blaine was holding his phone in one hand when it buzzed. The vibration nearly caused him to toss it across the room.

Kurt:

It's less than an hour and a half, actually. Barely even two classes. And you know we'll be released early.

Blaine glanced at the study hall wouldn't be over for about 30 minutes. He knew Kurt was in English-which was a joke of a class here-and would welcome the opportunity to converse with him instead of focus on the lecture.

He tapped out a reply with a smirk on his face and continued holding the phone as he pressed Send.

Blaine

I wish you hadn't used that word, love.

Kurt felt his eyebrows shoot upwards. He was fairly sure he knew which word Blaine was referring to but…

Kurt:

And which word would that be, sweetheart?

If Kurt was going to play dumb, Blaine certainly wasn't going to to make this easy for him. They had an hour until the school day would be finished. The bell would be ringing in a few minutes to end the current class hour. Blaine typed out a quick reply before pocketing his phone, intending to ignore it for the rest of the day.

Blaine

Don't tease if you have no plans to follow through, Hummel.

The bell rang, and Kurt bolted from his seat, hastily throwing his books in his bag. He rushed to his locker to grab his books for his final class. He was stuck in American History, and Blaine was in Calculus.

Once he'd arranged his books on his desk, Kurt pulled his phone from his pocket. He knew Blaine typically would put his phone on silent for the last class of the day, but Kurt decided he would text his boyfriend anyway.

Blaine felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He ignored it.

Minutes later, it buzzed again. And a third time quickly followed. If I don't put it on silent, someone is going to notice. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and couldn't help but glance at the messages before switching it to silent mode.

Kurt:

Don't I always follow through?

Kurt:

And I haven't promised anything.

Kurt:

Well, not yet anyway.

Blaine silenced his phone before typing out a reply and setting his phone on his desk, hidden behind his textbook.

Blaine

Well, you should promise me something, then. Since we have all afternoon…

Kurt felt his cheeks heat slightly at the reminder. Finn had football practice and was going on a date with Rachel afterwards. Their parents would be going out to dinner after work, leaving Kurt alone at the house for the afternoon and early evening.

He tapped out a reply and buried his phone in his text book.

Kurt:

Meet me under the bleachers right after school. I'll show you what I have in mind.

Blaine's eyes widened. Kurt had never suggested they meet in a public place before. Even with the anti-bullying campaign still going strong, neither of the boys felt confident enough to be overtly expressive while on school grounds.

If we time this right…if our classes end early…there should be just enough time before football practices starts…

Hands shaking slightly, Blaine sent his reply to Kurt.

Blaine

Leave class early, if you can.

Kurt was sure his cheeks had been red through the entire class period, but no one had so much as glanced his direction. He sent one last reply before pocketing his phone and glancing at the clock, waiting for the hour to end.

The end of day bell rang, and Blaine stood up quickly, joining the rest of the students as they flowed out of the classroom. He carved a path through the masses, making his way to the nearest exit before running across the courtyard to the football field.

Kurt was already under the bleachers, his back resting against one of the support posts and his arms folded across his chest.

"So…Kurt…" Blaine said casually.

Kurt turned to face him, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"We have 20 minutes before practice starts, which means the guys will start showing up in about 10 minutes."

"That's…not much time," Blaine said sadly.

Kurt smirked. "It's plenty of time for what I have planned, actually," he said.

Blaine's eyes widened. "Kurt, what are yo-"

His words were cut off by Kurt's lips on his.

This kiss was different. Kurt was leaning into him, pressing his lips hard against Blaine's and leaving no space between the two of them. Kurt's hands wrapped themselves around the back of Blaine's head, one hand twining in his curls while the other stroked his neck lightly.

Blaine could feel himself growing hard, and he shifted his stance, spreading his legs slightly and arching forward into Kurt.

Kurt responded in kind, grinding his hips into Blaine's. The hand that had been playing with Blaine's curls moved to Blaine's hip, resting lightly at first before squeezing gently.

"Do you remember," Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear. "What I said to you the first time we talked about sex? Before we were together?"

Blaine inhaled deeply as he searched for the memory. He smiled, chuckling lightly.

"The touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets," he said, his breath catching as Kurt's lips brushed over his ear.

"Mmhmm," Kurt replied, and Blaine could almost hear him smiling. Kurt's grip on Blaine's hip tightened as he shifted his own away. The only parts of his body that were still on Blaine were his hands.

"I think…" Kurt said lightly. "I'll see if I can make you come just by touching you here," a firm stroke to the back of Blaine's neck, "and here." Kurt dug his fingers into Blaine's hip, tight almost to the point of pain and sure to leave a lingering mark.

Blaine groaned, his body instinctively arching forward only to be held in place by Kurt's firm grip on his neck and hip.

"Since my hands are busy, sweetheart, could you grab your phone out of your pocket? I need to know how much time we have left."

Blaine forced his eyes open and his hand to obey the request. He reached into his pocket, grabbing his phone and waking up the display. "It's…3:15, Kurt."

Kurt smirked, his thumb pressing down hard on the back of Blaine's neck. Blaine bit his lip to keep the strangled moan from escaping. "About five more minutes, then."

Kurt increased the pressure on Blaine's hip, slowly stroking it with his thumb. He alternated between soft caresses and harsh pressure, while his other hand was busy massaging the back of Blaine's neck.

Blaine sagged against the bleachers, his breath coming in harsh pants. He'd brought this upon himself, he knew, and he really wasn't complaining. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to arch forward, only to be held in place once more by Kurt's firm grasp on his hip.

Kurt leaned forward, close enough that Blaine could feel Kurt's warm breath on his ear.

"Later," he whispered.

Blaine whined. He wouldn't be cruel enough to just walk away now. He just…he CAN'T do that to me.

"Later," Kurt whispered once more, his hand leaving the back of Blaine's head to trail lightly down his chest. "At home, in my room, I'll let you have some control. But right now," his hand continued its travel down Blaine's body, skimming over the waistband of his pants before coming to rest on Blaine's other hip. "Right now, I am in charge." He punctuated his statement with a sharp squeeze of his hands, his thumbs digging into Blaine's hip bones and his fingers sinking into his ass.

Blaine came with a groan, his body curling in on itself and his head slamming into Kurt's shoulder. Kurt didn't remove his hands from Blaine's sides, running them up to his ribcage then back down to his hips to squeeze gently once more.

Once Blaine had come back to himself, Kurt stepped away, grabbing Blaine's phone from his hand. 3:21 pm read the display.

Kurt glanced over his shoulder to see the football players beginning to fill the football field.

He handed Blaine's phone back, leaning forward to whisper in his boyfriend's ear.

"I told you we'd have enough time."

He pressed a quick kiss to Blaine's lips before walking away, his shoulder bag slung in front of his body.