Blaine couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this wretched.

Every inch of his body ached tremendously, and his head was pounding fiercely. He'd thrown up more times than he cared to count and believed he'd finally reached the point where there was nothing more that could come up.

He flung an arm over his eyes and prayed for death.

Moments later, his phone jingled, indicating he'd received a text message. He reached blindly for the offending device, which he'd left on his nightstand. He forced his eyes to focus as he opened his inbox.

Kurt:

You're late. Are you having car trouble?

Blaine groaned. Shit, I forgot to tell him I wouldn't be able to make it. He's going to insist on coming over.

He sent a reply as quickly as he could, then let his phone drop onto his chest as he closed his eyes.

Kurt was sitting in his car outside the Lima Bean, waiting for Blaine to explain why he was late. His phone vibrated briefly, and he picked it up from where it had been resting on the passenger seat.

Blaine

Sorry, won't make it. Caught the flu. See you Monday.

Kurt started his car and shifted it into Drive. As he was about to pull away, his phone buzzed again.

Blaine

Please don't come see me. I'll call you if I'm too sick to take care of myself. Promise.

Kurt put his car back into Park as he considered what to do next. Every instinct within him demanded he go see Blaine immediately, but he didn't want his boyfriend to feel babied.

He sighed and sent his reply.

Blaine was just beginning to drift into a hazy half-sleep when his phone jingled once more.

Kurt:

Okay, sweetheart. Call me if you need me. I love you.

Blaine sent a quick "I love you, too" message before silencing his phone and drifting off to sleep.

Monday morning came around, and Blaine was feeling significantly better, but not quite well enough to survive a full day of school. He sent a quick text to Kurt to let him know he wouldn't make it for their morning coffee "date." Seconds after he sent the text, he received a reply.

Kurt:

I'm coming over after school. Don't even think of trying to stop me.

Blaine smiled as he sent his reply.

Kurt's phone vibrated as he walked through the doors of McKinley High.

Blaine

Wouldn't dream of it. I'm going back to bed.

Blaine woke again at 10:30, feeling far better than he had since he'd gotten sick. He got up and took a shower, then curled up on the couch with a blanket. He reached for the remote to find something to watch on TV, then grabbed his phone instead.

Kurt will be going to lunch soon…I think…I'll call him.

Kurt was sitting in the cafeteria at a table with Mercedes and Sam when his phone started vibrating. Startled, he nearly fell off his seat before reaching to pull it out of his pocket. Upon seeing Blaine's name on the display, he started to panic.

"Blaine? Are you alright? Has something happen-"

"I'm fine, Kurt. I'm feeling pretty good, actually. I just…wanted to talk to you for a bit."

Kurt frowned in confusion. "But I'm coming over later…is this something that can't wait? It's not that I don't love talking to you but…"

"Kurt." Blaine's tone had changed slightly, his voice deepening just a little bit. "I want to talk to you."

This time, Kurt picked up on what Blaine was saying. He stood quickly, grabbing his lunch tray and quickly striding towards the garbage can. As he left the cafeteria, he finally replied.

"Are you insane?" he hissed. "I'm at school. I can't stand around and talk like that while I'm here."

"Kurt, you don't have to talk. Just…listen."

"Blaine, I…this is crazy." Kurt walked through the empty halls, making his way to the auditorium which would surely be abandoned right now. He carefully made his way to the sound booth, which would offer a little privacy in the event of another person entering the auditorium.

"I know," Blaine chuckled. "But that's what makes it fun, isn't it? Besides, I'm pretty sure it's my turn to torment you after the stunt you pulled two weeks ago under the bleachers."

Kurt groaned, settling himself into one of the chairs and leaning back slightly.

"What you did was cruel, Kurt. Just downright cruel. You knew I didn't have a change of clothes with me, and if I didn't know any better, I'd be certain you'd planted Mercedes at my locker to interrogate me, just to make me suffer even more."

Kurt felt himself blushing. "That…ah. That may have been a bit over the top, I suppose. But didn't I make it up to you that night?"

"Mmmm…No, Kurt. What you gave me that night wasn't nearly enough to make up for the awkwardness I was forced to experience. So, now…it's payback time."

Kurt gulped. "Payback?" he whispered.

"Yes, Kurt. Are you…comfortable?" Blaine asked, and Kurt could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

"I'm as comfortable as I can be considering I'm at school," Kurt replied, still feeling slightly on edge at the idea of having this conversation while on school grounds.

"Sweetheart…" Blaine's voice had deepened, his tone soft and soothing. "You really need to stop focusing on that for a few minutes. Just…listen to me, okay? Close your eyes and listen to my voice."

"Blaine, I…"

"Come on, Kurt. Just…give me 10 minutes, okay? That's all I'm asking for."

Kurt swallowed hard.

"Alright. But no more than 10 minutes…I want to have time to change, just in case." Kurt continued pacing through the small space in the sound room.

"Kurt, are the lights on in there?" Blaine asked. "You should probably turn them off, and try to find a place where you won't be seen if someone glances in."

Blaine's suggestions were excellent, and Kurt quickly flicked off the lights and moved to a corner of the room.

"Are you settled, Kurt?" Blaine asked, his voice still soft.

"Mmhmm," Kurt replied, feeling slightly less tense.

"Close your eyes, love," Blaine instructed. "It's up to you if your pants stay zipped, but if you're going to undress, you need to do it now. I don't want you touching yourself while I'm talking."

Kurt took a deep breath. "I think I'll take my chances and leave my clothes on." He tucked his left hand behind his back and settled more comfortably against the wall. "Maybe it won't even be an issue. You might run out of time before I can come."

If that's not a challenge, Blaine thought, I really don't know what is…

"You know what I've been thinking about, Kurt?" Blaine asked, his voice slightly rougher.

"Hmm?" Kurt murmured.

"I've been thinking about…sucking you off, love."

Kurt's eyes flew open.

"You..what?" Kurt croaked, feeling himself grow hard far too quickly, considering Blaine had barely begun to talk.

"Considering how good your skin and your mouth taste," Blaine continued conversationally, "your cock must taste absolutely amazing."

Kurt groaned, the hand behind his back flexing as he resisted the urge to touch himself.

"Mmm," Blaine hummed. "I'm sure you taste positively delicious, love."

Kurt shifted slightly, spreading his legs further and flattening his hand against the wall as he fought for control. The images Blaine's words were creating were incredibly arousing as he pictured the two of them on the bed, Blaine's mouth around him…

Kurt groaned again, banging his head against the wall. "Blaine," he whispered, knowing he sounded desperate and not caring at all.

And then he heard the door open and low voices murmuring to one another.

"Blaine," Kurt hissed. "You have to stop. I've got company."

"You...what?"

"There. Are. People. Here." Kurt said through clenched teeth. The timing couldn't have been more inconvenient. Kurt had felt his body tighten in that now-familiar way, and then he'd heard the door open.

"Oh." Blaine pondered this information for a moment. "I guess you'll have to try to stay quiet, then, won't you?"

Kurt's breath seized in his chest as he realized what Blaine was about to do.

"Blaine, seriously, you have to stop."

"Well, Kurt. You could always hang up the phone," Blaine said reasonably. "But then you wouldn't know my plans for you; that I would pin your body to the bed, keeping you completely still while I slowly suck your cock."

Kurt bit his lip hard and squeezed his eyes shut, knowing he could end the torture by disconnecting the call and finding himself completely unable to do so.

"I'd start with small licks, I think," Blaine continued, his tone still casual. "Light, barely-there brushes that would leave you begging for more." The only sound from the other end was Kurt's quiet, but labored, breathing. "And then, once I'd covered every inch, I'd take you into my mouth, swallowing as much as I can. God, Kurt, I can't wait to taste you."

Kurt came with a groan, no longer able to hold himself back and hoping desperately that whoever had entered the sound booth would be too pre-occupied with each other to notice the sound he made. He gripped his phone tightly, unwilling to move even an inch and trying to calm his ragged breathing.

"…what was that?" A quiet whisper. A male voice that Kurt thought he recognized. His eyes grew wide with horror as he tried to melt into the corner. He heard two sets of footsteps walk in his direction, closer….closer. He focused his eyes on his knees and wished he could become invisible.

"…Kurt? Kurt, man, what are you doing in here? Are the jocks picking on you again? I swear, if they're bringing back that shit from last year I'm going t-"

"I'm fine, Puck," Kurt broke in, his voice shaking.

"You don't sound fine, dude," Puck said skeptically. "Lemme see your face, 'cause I don't believe a word you're saying right now."

Kurt lifted his head, knowing he was horribly flushed.

"Kurt, man, you look like you just ran a marathon. What the hell happened?" Puck took in Kurt's appearance-the flushed cheeks, heaving chest and sweat-soaked brow. And then he saw the phone in Kurt's hand. The display had lit up as Kurt's hand dropped away from his face, and Puck could see that the call hadn't been disconnected. A knowing gleam appeared in his eyes, and he smirked devilishly. "Well, well, well…Hummel, I wouldn't have expected this from you," he said, raising his voice just slightly. "Remind me to brofist your boyfriend later."

Kurt's eyes widened and his jaw gaped open briefly before he slammed it closed.

"Oh, and don't worry, dude, we won't tell anybody about this," Puck reassured him. "We'll…ah…we'll go elsewhere, let you guys finish whatever it was you were doing." Puck smirked as he left the room, dragging a protesting Lauren behind him.

Kurt pressed his phone back to his ear. "I'm assuming you heard all of that?" Silence greeted him. "…Blaine?" Kurt strained to hear any response from his boyfriend. Moments later, the sound of quiet laughter reached his ear.

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" Blaine said, beginning to laugh in earnest.

"I'm hanging up on you now," Kurt said, hoping he sounded properly outraged. He disconnected the call and dropped his phone in his pocket.

10 minutes later, Kurt emerged from the bathroom in fresh clothing, his hair once-more perfectly in place. His phone had been vibrating constantly the entire time he'd been changing. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the display.

Blaine text (5)

Kurt unlocked his phone and glanced at his messages.

Please don't be too upset with me

I'll apologize if I overstepped

I can't believe I said those things

And yet I wish I could still be saying them

Oh God, did I really just text that

Kurt chuckled as he sent his reply.

Blaine's phone jingled a few minutes after he'd sent his last text to Kurt.

Kurt:

No need to apologize. I'll get my…revenge later. I love you, and I'll see you after school.

Blaine sent off a reply, then tucked the blanket more securely around himself and settled in for another nap so he'd be well-rested for whatever Kurt had planned for that afternoon.