Kurt only had five minutes to get out the door. Only…. five…. minutes…..

Generally it wouldnt have been an issue. He had showered, dressed, shaved, moisturized, and done his hair long ago. The problem was that he couldnt deal with the problem in his pants.

Fucking Blaine Anderson had to go and get so noticeably aroused when they were running through that routine. Kurt wasnt even sure why it was an issue for him. Hed gotten plenty of guys looking his ways sporting obvious stiffys before and been able to forget about them. Why the hell was Blaine so different?

"Because… you… cant… have… him…." Kurt moaned softly to himself between panting breaths. His hand was buried in the front of his pants, having given up on trying to think about things that usually relieved any tension he had there. Nothing had worked. Not thinking about his grandmother, not thinking about that guy who had an obsession over trains, not even thinking back to the sex talk his dad had given him in high school. If anything, it all made it worse because everytime he tried to think of anything but Blaine Anderson, Blaine Anderson managed to pop up in his thoughts anyway with his stupid bashful face.

Kurt managed to finish up, clean up, and rush out the door with a minute to spare in the end, hoping that would be the end of Blaine Anderson fantasies trying to sabotage his schedule. Usually once he screwed a guy any fantasies he had of them would have died, but with Blaine, his hand would have to do.

"Youre uncharacteristically late in your earliness." Quinn chimed as Kurt entered the classroom, taking a seat beside his old friend with a sigh.

"Just had something to take care of on the way here."

"You ready for this weekend? All the cheer and parties we could ever hope for." Quinn whispered over as the professor stood up in front of them and automatically began where he had left off the last class - something about business theory which Kurt would just read out of the textbook anyhow.

"If its anything like last years thanksgiving weekend - I am all ready for it. My dad was less than happy that I wasnt able to end up coming out like I initially promised him, but hes got to understand. Its the last weekend before competitions after all… and theres always a big game to cheer. Our halftime show is going to kick the Spartans ass."

"Quite frankly, I think you want to do something more to a certain Spartans ass…." Quinn whispered back with a wink in Kurts direction. He could throttle her.

"Youre a bitch."

"So are you."

They paid attention for the rest of class, as boring as it was. They needed to maintain a minimum grade point average to stay on the team after all, and for Kurt, with his scholarship, it was doubly important to stay on top of his schoolwork. He couldnt expect his dad to pay for all this.

Then Kurt was off to practice dance in the arts department open studio. He had an hour before his next class and he needed to make it count. Usually he was alone in the studio since it was a prime time for a lot of classes to be held, and he expected as much today, however, the gods of irony had something else in store for him.

Sitting at the piano, with another student, was Blaine-fucking-Anderson. Kurt quietly shuffled in, not to be dissuaded by his arch nemesis presence in the room he had intended to use and began stretching on the floor, keeping a curious eye towards Blaine who had yet to notice his presence.

"Okay… before the next time we meet I want you to practice that song so its perfect when you play it for me again… and remember…"

"Scales! Yeah Blaine, I got that." The other student said, grabbing their bag from the floor and standing up. "My parents will send you another cheque for next month."

Blaine nodded and turned then as his piano student departed, seeing Kurt and eyes going wide in surprise.

"So, you teach piano too." Kurt huffed, bending forward to clutch the tops of his toes.

"Yeah…." Blaine murmured quietly, eyes now focused on Kurt. "... its my part time job I guess…."

"Mommy and daddy dont just get you whatever you want?" Kurt snarked, maintaining the stretch.

He watched as Blaines too-big eyebrows bunched together. Was he confused by that remark?

"No… no they dont." Blaine finally answered. "I liked your routine by the way…"

Kurt had to chuckle at that. "Yeah. I noticed… as did everyone on the field."

Red filtered into Blaines cheeks and his eyes shot away, "Well… god… Im only human."

"Youll only ever be a Spartan if you make pathetic excuses like that." Kurt noted, stretching his legs apart from one another at a ninety degree angle and turning to reach his fingers out to his left toes.

"Im okay with just being a Spartan." Blaine said softly, eyes still caught on Kurt.

"You lack ambition. Maybe thats why youre at SCU instead of Harvard or Yale."

Blaine shook himself out of his reverie, "Why would I be at either of those places?"

"Oh… I dont know…" Kurt mused as he switched feet "Because youre a trust fund brat?"

"Im not…"

"Your last name is Anderson right?"

"Right, but -"

"Of the Anderson Co. of Ohio?"

"It is, but -"

"Trust fund brat."

Kurt got a sigh out of Blaine, and when he looked over Blaine was looking at the wall instead of at him now. "Thats really not fair Kurt."

"You know whats not fair?" Kurt grumbled, standing up and stalking over at Blaine where he proceeded to wag a finger in his face. "Having to worry about some un-ambitious, curly haired trust fund brat who has probably never wanted for anything in this world usurping your position of top male cheer member just because he exists. I have worked damned hard to get where I am only to have you swoop in and try and take it from me."

Blaines eyes danced back to Kurts. Confusion still crossing his features, "Kurt… Im not trying to take away your top spot. You can have it."

"Its not so simple though." Kurt stammered, still wagging that finger. "Its up to the coaches, and if Coach Sylvester decides she wants you, shell have you. So let me make this clear for you. Lay. The. Fuck. Off. Stop trying so fucking hard. Its not like you need this the way I do. You can always get a job at your family business and still make tons of money just for existing. I dont have that option."

"But -"

"And learn how to take care of whats in your pants or start wearing tighter briefs. Youll embarrass all of us cheerleaders if you cant deal with a simple boner."

"I -"

Kurt didnt let Blaine finish, just went to grab his stuff and leave. He would have the last word if he was going to have anything around here.

JBIatSCU
Check out my tumblr at JBIatSCI for the complete listing of all the parties this Thanksgiving weekend! Find out whos attending what!
#JBIatSCU

Quintessential
All you need to know about the parties is that the Sirens will be hosting the most killer party of all at the Beta Beta Phi sorority house!
#SCUSirens #BetaBetaPhi

FondueForMew
Everyone is welcome!
#BetaBetaPhi

Quintessential
Unless youre a Spartan!
#SpartansSuck

FondueForMew
Aw, come on Quinn.

AuntieSnix
Yeah, come on Quinn.

Quintessential
This is ridiculous. Its not happening. Go find your own sorority to stink up Santana.

FondueForMew
Thats not nice Quinn.

KittysKorner
Neither is what happened in high school.

AuntieSnix
Exactly.

Quintessential
Both of you can piss off.

FondueForMew
Anyhow, everyone is invited. Even Spartans. Play nice Quinn.

Quintessential
I cant believe this...