-Blowing shit up-

Kurt and Blaine spent time planning the revenant operation and while everything was strictly business on the surface there was a definite sexual tension to every moment they spent together.

Their time together was only marred by its brevity. Kurt was spending extra hours working after school on the half time show which didn’t leave much room for either slaying or flirting.

The revenant extermination turned out to be complicate and literally explosive. It was the most complicated operation they had pulled off yet. Unfortunately, for Kurt so was the halftime show and he was lucky to not get the two tasks confused.

In the end, they pulled off a near perfect maneuver. The trick had been to use sunlight to do most of the work for them rather than try to slaughter the creatures individually. First, they had to get the hoard out of the lair, then seal of all the entrances just before dawn to prevent their return to safety. The timing had been tricky and there had been a few stragglers that had managed to survive the onslaught of the day, but all in all Kurt was very proud of his accomplishment.

-The Big Game-

Kurt spent the first part of the game mostly bored. Occasionally, the Cheerios would come out for a short cheer, but they were saving the best for the halftime show. He occasionally waved at this dad and Carole up in the bleachers and gave secret looks to Blaine seated closer to the side lines.

Kurt wanted to introduce Blaine to his dad, he really did, but he was having trouble picturing exactly how to do it. 

Finally, it was halftime and everyone was tingling with excitement. According to the scoreboard the Titans were winning - not that Kurt could tell any other way. The plays seemed to be a bunch of random running around from his point of view.

Principal Figgins took the mic for announcements while the Cheerios, football players, and the glee club prepared for their performance.

After the feedback died down, the principal began speaking in slow carefully enunciated syllables.

"First, I want to remind everyone to please remember to use the provided trash receptacles for all refuse. We do not want a repeat of last week’s game. The faculty is still finding soiled diapers under the bleachers. Also, this is a family friendly event which mean absolutely no alcohol. Please refrain from keggers during any tailgating,” the principal announced using air quotes around keggers and tailgating. “And finally, thanks to a generous anonymous donor there will be a single bar of free chocolate available to every ticket holder redeemable at the concession stand. Please enjoy this delightful gratis confection. And now, the McKinley High glee club presents the spectacular Madonna Extravaganza!”

That was the cue for the marching band to start playing. Mercedes and Kurt took the center of the field to sing their much rehearsed duet Madonna’s “Four Minutes” after which the rest of medley of the pop star’s greatest hits were sung by various glee members to the background of acrobatics, fire works, and Sue’s beloved cannon firing a dummy dressed as a Cheerio. 

Judging by the audience reaction, the show was a hit. After that, it seemed that winning the game was sort of anti-climatic. Perhaps it wasn’t to the football fans, but Kurt couldn’t wait for it to be over so that he could meet up with Blaine. 

-That’s Just Not Right-

"So this is the choir room," Kurt explained as they approached the door. Kurt halted in shock when they reached the door and he saw a completely unexpected sight. 

He could only stand and gape at first when he saw the two band guys engaging in an act Kurt had only imagined before. Admittedly, he had tried to watch something like it in one of those movies, but he just couldn’t get past the strangeness of it. He never managed to find the experience sexy.

One boy was on his knees in front of the other boy whose pants were around his ankles. They were so into what they were doing that neither seemed to notice that they had an audience. In fact, Kurt couldn’t help but be turned on by the fact that they were so into each other. Completely different from porn precisely because they weren’t performing for a camera.

The boy on his knees (whose name escaped Kurt at the moment but he remembered that Finn often jokingly called him Johnny Tromboner) looked up at the standing boy and said something low that Kurt couldn’t hear. The other boy looked down with a wicked smiled and ran his thumb across the kneeling boy’s jaw. Kurt was suddenly embarrassed at himself for intruding on a private moment. 

But why were they doing this in the choir room with the door wide open?

Kurt hastily back away from the sight and dragged Blaine with him.

“Sorry, that isn’t what I expected to find when I brought you on this tour,” Kurt quipped trying to cover his embarrassment.

Blaine shrugged and said nonchalantly, “No big deal. It looked like they were having fun.”

“Seriously?” Kurt asked. “So this sort of thing is common at Dalton?”

Blaine shrugged again.

“Sure, though I’ll admit that Dalton boys are usually a little more discreet than that. Even the Warblers tend to close the door when we have an orgy,” Blaine teased.

“Oh god, Blaine, stop it. You do not have orgies!” Kurt scolded. 

He wasn’t sure if Blaine was completely kidding. Making jokes about orgies was something Kurt had come to expect from Blaine. When they had first met, he had been utterly mortified by the casual way Blaine had suggested blowing random strangers to get intel and the fact that a discussion of relationships had led directly to the use of the word fucking. Now Kurt just took his comments in stride and had learned to get past his previous shyness about sexuality. Blaine was the most blatantly sexual person he had ever met except for Brittany and now that he knew her secret he was being to think it was a vampire trait.

“Come on, let’s just see if we can find Mercedes and Rachel and join the after party in the auditorium,” Kurt suggested.

After unexpectedly discovering Principal Figgins grinding against the history teacher, Ms. Hill who must have been at least seventy, Kurt started to get a feeling that was something just not quite right about the evening.

His fears were confirmed when they arrived at Ms. Pillsbury’s office and he heard her say something that he knew she would never say if she were in her right mind.

“I want to get dirty,” Emma sang as Kurt and Blaine approached the strange scene. Mr. Shue was in a chair with his shirt ripped open, still wearing his tie and Ms. Pillsbury was all over him singing the words from the Rocky Horror Song “Touch Me.”

“Ms. Pillsbury, what are you doing!” Kurt couldn’t stop himself from exclaiming. 

She turned wide eyed to the pair and exclaimed, “Oh, Kurt! Nothing. We were just, um, well, we were just reenacting a scene from Rocky Horror Picture Show,” she managed to stammer out.

“Yes, nothing going on that you need concern yourself with,” Will added sternly. “Adult stuff, you know. Just run along and don’t worry about it.”

“I can’t,” Kurt replied regretfully. He really wished that he could just turn around and forget what he had seen, but he could never forgive himself if he let his friends do something under some kind of influence that they’d regret later.

“Ms. Pillsbury think about it,” Kurt urged her. “What are you doing? Do you feel normal?”

“Well, I feel…” she seemed confused for second. She turned to Will for enlightenment. The teacher stood and hastily buttoned his shirt.

“Kurt,” he said, “There’s nothing wrong here,” he continued before Emma came up behind him and started nibbling on his ear causing him to lose his train of thought.

“I feel so sexy,” she purred. “Come on Will, let’s get sweaty,” she begged.

“That’s it,” Kurt exclaimed. “There is something magical going on and we need to research. Blaine, help me keep these two apart and let’s get to the library.”

It was a struggle as the two teachers behaved as if sex was the only thing they could think of, but somehow, he and Blaine managed to make it to the library with the misbehaving oversexed pair in tow.

If the scenes he’d already been subjected to weren’t enough, he was greeted by another when they arrived at the library.

Sam Evans was stretched out on a table in the middle of the library and Mercedes was crawling on top of him when they walked in. She had already removed her shirt and was sporting a lacy black bra. Sam’s shirt was missing and Mercedes was working on getting his pants undone when Kurt interrupted them.

Separating them proved harder than the first pair had been, but Kurt felt better once he’d coaxed his best friend back into her clothes. The task was made more difficult by the fact that whenever he focused on Mercedes and Sam, Will and Emma started a new round of let’s get dirty.

“Kurt, we’re going to need some help if we are going to keep these people from giving into to what ever spell they are under,” Blaine exclaimed as he dragged Emma away from Will again.

Kurt put his hands on Sam’s shoulders and implored the boy to focus, “Sam, listen. Is this what you really want? To cheat on Quinn? Your under the influence of something because I know neither of you would behave like this normally.”

Sam’s frustrated expression turned to something else all together as his eyes focused on Kurt’s. 

“Kurt, has any one ever told you lor menari,” said as he gave Kurt a crooked smile.

“What?” Kurt answered taken aback.

“It means you have pretty eyes in Na’vi,” Sam explained. “And your skin! Kurt, you have the most amazing skin. Can I touch it? The way you neck just curves so seductively,” he murmured breathlessly. “And your legs just go on and go for miles. You look so amazing in the Cheerios uniform. Can I kiss you now? I’m just going to do it unless you say no,” Sam said as he leaned forward.

Kurt was frozen in place with surprise at this turn of events. He was already exhausted from trying to keep everyone from engaging in inappropriate behavior.

Mercedes, on the other hand, was having none of it and sprang into action. She pushed Sam away from Kurt and stood with hands on his hips.

“Oh hell to the no!” she objected. “Why does every guy I fall for turn out to be gay?”

Sam snuggled up behind Mercedes and wrapped his arms around her completely unfazed by her anger.

“I’m not gay,” he promised with a smirk. Then he leaned into and whispered into her ear. 

Whatever he said made Mercedes grin and before Kurt could process this turn of events the football player and his best friend were both staring at him with hungry eyes.

“I could be down with that,” Mercedes said in a sultry voice.

Realization dawned on Kurt and he backed away.

“Well, I’m not,” he objected. “Blaine, a little help here!” Kurt called desperately.

“What should I do about these two then?” Blaine asked trying to keep Will seated far away from Emma.

“Just come here and keep Sam away while I try to talk some sense into Mercedes.”

Blaine did as he was asked and Kurt concentrated on Mercedes.

“Dude, you are strong for a little guy,” Sam exclaimed with a laugh as Blaine manhandled him to safe distance.

“Some handcuffs would be nice,” Blaine muttered darkly.

Kurt hated to think what must be going on at the after party if everyone at the game had been affected by this spell or whatever it was. 

“Mercedes,” Kurt begged. “Please focus and snap out of it. And don’t start hitting on me, please. You’ll be so embarrassed if you remember any of this tomorrow. Think. This isn’t normal, there must be a spell or something. Can you get on the computer and do some research?”

Through trial and error, Kurt and Blaine discovered that if they could keep the parties separated and not looking at anyone they might be attracted to, they could be reasoned with a little.

Mercedes managed to focus long enough to start searching on the computer. Kurt had to keep getting her back on track because she would occasionally start making eyes at Sam again.

“The trouble is, Kurt, that it could be just about anything. A spell, a potion, some kind of demon. We need to narrow it down,” Mercedes complained.

“Has anyone seen Finn?” Rachel called from the door.

“Rachel, good,” Kurt answered. “Rachel, have you seen anything unusual tonight?” Kurt asked her as she came in the room.

“No, just everyone making out and having sex. There seems to be quiet a bit of that going on. In fact, that’s why I’m looking for Finn. I have something special to give him tonight. I’ve decided, that it’s time. You know,” she whispered conspiratorially. “That gift I can only give once? I’ve decided that Finn is the one. I’m so glad that I didn’t do it with Jesse.”

“Oh no, not you too,” Kurt moaned. “Well, at least the object of your affection isn’t here.” 

Kurt turned away from Rachel and looked at Mercedes.

“Maybe you can help Mercedes research, Rachel, there is something…” Kurt started.

“Mr. Shue,” Rachel said dreamily as she approached the teacher. “Why have I never noticed how pretty your eyes are before? 

“Rachel,” Will said in a shaky voice. “This is highly inappropriate. I’m much too old for you.”

“All the boys in high school are too immature. I need a man who can keep up with me intellectually and creatively,” Rachel said breathlessly creeping closer to Will. “Perhaps I should sing my feelings to you Mr. Shue, then you would understand how serious I am.”

Emma pushed Rachel away from Will and stood defensively between them.

“Stay away from my man you…you..skanky…floozy,” Emma finished angrily.

“Your man?” Rachel argued in a high voice.

“Okay, Rachel, come with me,” Kurt said dragging her away from Will and Emma.

“But Kurt, I just realized that Will is the man of my dreams!” she protested as he dragged her to the other side of the room.

“Yeah, what about Finn?” Kurt snorted. 

“Finn is an immature boy!” Rachel explained.

“Blaine?” Kurt asked.

Blaine sighed and took hold of Rachel while Kurt went back to Mercedes.

“Oh my,” Rachel said. “Your upper arms are so…” Rachel purred to Blaine.

“I’ll take Rachel,” Kurt said sharply and dragged the girl back with him to stand next to Mercedes. Rachel pouted and whimpered as she made eyes at Blaine, but Kurt resolutely held on to her.

When Couch Sylvester showed up, Kurt wanted to cry in frustration. He couldn’t handle any more crazy amorous adults, but he quickly discovered that she seemed unaffected by the phenomenon.

“Seriously? You don’t have the urge to make inappropriate overtures to anyone in this room?” Kurt asked with relief.

“I’m happy to say that is  an affirmative, Porcelain. I can tell you that the entire town seems to have gone crazy. At least everyone attending tonights game. I saw Couch Beiste and Cooter Mankin going at in the locker room and I’ll tell you that is a sight I cannot unsee. What is going on?”

“I think everyone has been drugged, Coach. The question is why aren’t you affected?,” Kurt answered.

“Aretha!” Sue called over Kurt’s shoulder ignoring his question. “What are you putting in your mouth?” she accused.

Kurt turned around to see Mercedes taking a bite of the fund raising candy.

“You didn’t eat any of that did you coach?” Kurt asked.

“Of course not,” Sue snapped. “My Cheerios are all forbidden as well. I’m very disappointed in you,” she scolded Mercedes.

“Ms. Pillsbury,” Kurt asked, “did you eat the candy?”

“Yes,” she admitted, “But is says right on the package ‘factory sealed and never touched by human hands’ so it should be fine, right?” Her pleading eyes went from the candy wrapper to Kurt and back again. Kurt took the wrapper and read the words.

“Who would put something like that on a candy label? It’s almost as if they had Ms. Pillsbury in mind with that wording. Oh my god, it has to be Holly Holliday,” Kurt exclaimed.

“Holly Holiday? Oh no, do you think so?” Mercedes said in horror.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Emma said looking green.

“Mercedes, no, this is good. It’s information, right? You know her MO, so that has to help with the research,” Kurt encouraged.

“Well it probably means that the effects we are seeing are just a diversion. That is her MO, get everyone distracted so she can do whatever evil thing she has planned. Chances are whatever it is, it’s tonight,” Mercedes explained.

“Coach Sylvester, can you get Quinn, Santana, and Brittany in here? They wouldn’t have eaten the candy so they can help us. Hopefully it will wear off on everyone else soon.”

“Wait, why do you think Ms. Holiday drugged the fund raising candy?” asked Sam looking very confused. 

“Because she’s an evil sorceress, Trouty Mouth,” Sue snapped. “I know you aren’t bright but keep up, will you?”

“Wait, you knew that?” Kurt asked incredulously.

“Sue knows everything, Porcelain. Nothing gets by her. We live on the Hell Mouth so evil sorceresses are par for the course,” Sue answered arrogantly.

Sue texted Quinn and told her to meet them along with Santana and Brittany in the library while Kurt and Blaine tried to explain the Holly Holiday situation to Sam.

Mercedes managed to stay focused on her research given the new information that she was searching ritual that Holly Holiday would likely be performing on a specific date.

Quinn, Santana, and Brittany arrived which made keeping the magically inebriated separated easier so that Kurt and Blaine could strategize. Kurt had to put Emma in charge of Rachel because as soon as Quinn arrived Rachel was all over her.

“Guys,” Mercedes called. “I think I found what she is up to and it’s bad.”

Kurt looked over her shoulder and read the entry.

“Oh, no, are you sure this is it, Cedes?” Kurt asked ashen faced.

“Kurt, what is it?” Blaine asked.

“She’s going to raise a demon and feed it children in exchange for youth and beauty,” Kurt answered in a numb voice. It was too horrible to contemplate.

“But where is she going to get children?” Emma asked in shock.

“The crowd at the game was full of kids,” Mercedes answered.

“But the parents,” objected Will. “How would she get them away from their parents?”

Then he realized.

“Oh my god, we were all so intent on getting frisky, do you really think parents would have forgotten their kids?” Will asked in horror.

“My brother and sister,” Sam exclaimed in panic. “I totally forgot about them. I was supposed to babysit them after the game and I just…oh my god, are you saying Ms. Holiday is really going to do something to them? How will we find them?” he continued frantically.

“I know a finding spell,” Rachel answered excitedly. “We could use a lock of Sam’s hair since they are his siblings. That might work.”

“Might?” Kurt said harshly. “We need better than might, Rachel. We don’t have much time. This thing is going to eat them if we don’t get there in time.”

“Well, I don’t know,” Rachel cried. “It would work better if I had something personal from the subjects themselves, but we’re lucky we have Sam. I have to try. Those poor children.”

“Would this work?” Sam asked hopefully tears in his eyes. He held out a stuffed bunny that had been in his pocket. “It’s my sister’s. She must be so scared and she doesn’t even have her bunny. How could I have forgotten them? What kind of horrible person forgets his kid brother and sister?” he asked brokenly.

“Sam, it wasn’t your fault,” Mercedes said gently. “You weren’t yourself.”

“That’s no excuse,” Sam mumbled miserably.

“Look, we don’t have time for this,” Kurt interrupted. “There will be plenty of time for recriminations tomorrow. Now, Rachel get me that finding spell.”

With the Cheerios help, Blaine and Kurt were able to keep everyone's amorous activities in check while Ms. Pillsbury and Rachel worked the finding spell. Kurt wondered if anyone else had noticed that the spell or whatever Holly had done to them, didn't affected everyone indiscriminately. Emma, for instance, seemed elusively obsessed with Will, and as long as she was kept from seeing him, she seemed able to focus on the task at hand. Rachel however needed far more intervention as she seemed hot for nearly every male and strangely Quinn. Sam was also a problem, as he seemed to have absolutely no standards at all, the best that they could do was to kept guilting him about his siblings which seemed to work as a focus for him.

Kurt was extremely relieved when the finding spell revealed the location of Sam's siblings and presumably Holly and the rest of the children. 

“Blaine and I will go to the location that Rachel has revealed and stop the sacrifice,” Kurt explained. He stood in front of the group looking and sounding more confident than he felt. He was well aware that his last encounter with the evil sorceress had only gone well with the help of both Carole and Ms. Pillsbury and even then she had managed to escape.

“Once the effects of the candy start wearing off, people are going to start panicking so I need you to-“ he started looked at Coach Sylvester.

“Don’t worry about it, Porcelain,” Sue assured him. “Focus on rescuing those kids and let me worry about the sex riot.”

“Thanks,” he said gratefully. “We’re going now. Come on Blaine, we need to get across town to that warehouse and we haven’t much time left.”

“I’m going with you,” Sam declared resolutely. 

“Me too,” Mercedes added just as insistently. 

“No,” Kurt objected. “I can’t be focusing on protecting a couple of civilians. I’m going to have enough to deal with without that.”

“My brother and sister are in danger,” Sam argued. “That’s my fault and I can’t just stay here while you two run off to rescue them.”

“Look, I know you mean well,” Kurt said gently, “But you don’t understand. I have certain advantages when it comes to handling these kinds of situations. I don’t have time to explain it to you. I’m the Slayer and you have to just take that on faith.”

“No, I get it,” Sam said. “You are some kind of superhero. I read a lot of comics so I’m prepared to believe all of this.”

“Kurt,” Blaine interrupted. “Maybe he’s right. We could be pretty busy handling Holly and the demon if she managed to raise it. We could use a few extra hands to deal with the children.”

Kurt had Mercedes sit in the backseat with Blaine and Sam up front with him, not being able to trust Sam and Mercedes to keep their hands to themselves.

-A Kiss is Just a Kiss-

Holly stood inside a circle of candles chanting. There was no demon in sight much to Kurt’s relief. There was a group of children, from toddlers to young preteens corralled by about a dozen or more of short gnome like minions. 

“That’s unfortunate,” Kurt muttered. “I didn’t expect minions.”

“That don’t look very formidable,” Blaine answered with a smile.

“Here’s the plan,” Kurt said to Sam and Mercedes. “Blaine and will go for Holly and the minions and as soon as you see a clear path, start herding those kids out of here. Don’t even think about getting into the fight just get them and run. Understood?”

Sam nodded and Mercedes just stared seemingly frozen. 

“Mercedes, can you handle this? I can’t have you freezing up,” Kurt said sharply.

“She can do it,” Sam answered for her. “I’ll be right there with you, Mercedes. I promise.”

“Yeah,” Mercedes finally said as if waking from a dream. “I can do it.”

Kurt and Blaine stepped out of the shadows just as Holly shouted, “Arise, arise and grant me my boons!”

“Uh oh,” Blaine cried.

At Holly’s words a huge crack formed in the floor and out of it rose a snake-like creature. At fifteen feet tall and several feet wide, it looked like a cross between a cobra and an alligator.

“Blaine, go for the minions, I’ll tackle this thing,” Kurt said pulling Alexandra from his scabbard.

Kurt charged the snake demon as it turned and focused on the circle of children. The gnomes parted to give the thing access to its sacrifice.  Blaine took the opportunity to grab the nearest minion, snapped his neck and tossed it toward the demon. To everyone’s surprise the snake opened its mouth and caught the hapless creature.

As the demon was distracted with its surprise snack, Kurt stabbed a deep wound into its underbelly. The creature roared in pain and turned its attention to Kurt. Kurt continued hacking away with Alexander while nimbly dodging the snake’s futile snapping.  It clearly wasn’t accustomed to its food putting up a fight.

He spared a glance to Blaine who was surrounded by the gnomes, but he seemed to be holding his own. He was heartened to see that Mercedes and Sam had already began snatching the captives away from the danger zone.

“Blaine, are you alright?” Kurt called as he stabbed the snake again.

“Just peachy,” the vampire called back. “These buggers are fast but not very tough.”

“I’ve had enough of you twinks ruining my plans!” Holly screeched at them. Kurt had been ignoring the sorceress in favor of the snake demon, but she got his attention with that not very inspired epitaph. Kurt and Blaine both looked at the erstwhile substitute and they couldn’t help but notice that she was looking worse for the wear. Kurt thought she looked at least ten years older than the last time he had seen her.

“Maybe you should give up looking for snake oil remedies and age gracefully,” Kurt baited her. “Evil just isn’t a good look for you, Holly,” Kurt said deliberately using her first name in an attempt to rattle her.

“You are going to pay for this, Kurt,” Holly screamed. She brought her hands in the air and sparks began to form between them. When Kurt saw the ball of flame flying toward him, he ducked behind the snake barely in time to avoid being hit. The smell of burned meat permeated the air and the snake-demon screamed in agony.

Holly started shrieking something in a foreign language that Kurt could only guess were curses. The minions started to scatter like rats leaving a sinking ship. Not a bad analogy since half their number lay dead on the floor having fallen to Blaine’s rather efficient reign of destruction.

 “This isn’t the end, Kurt Hummel,” screeched Holly. “I’ve going to kill everyone you love and then when you are weeping in pain from my vengeance I’m going to boil you alive.”

“Yeah, whatever-” Kurt started before he was unfortunately interrupted. The snake demon was grievously wounded by the fireball, but apparently the wound had only enraged it. It lashed its tail and knocked Kurt to the ground sending Alexander flying from his hand. As he rolled away to avoid being crushed, Holly did her annoying smoke trick and disappeared.

“Blaine, a little help!” Kurt called desperately as he crawled away from the snake that was now slithering toward him. 

Blaine smashed one of the minions to the ground and turned toward the demon and Kurt. Kurt was crawling in his direction with the demon rapidly honing in on him.

“Hey you stupid, ugly, scaly…,” Out of snake adjectives, Blaine ran toward it waving his arms.  “Over here! I’m right here you idiot.” The vampire paused to pick up the katana and toss it to Kurt who caught it expertly. 

The demon turned in Blaine’s direction as he charged straight for the beast. When it tried snap at him Blaine leapt over it and landed on the other side out of its vision causing it to turn around to find him. That was the opening Kurt needed. He jumped and closed the gap between him and the demon while it was focused on Blaine. With one tremendous swing he beheaded the thing sending its head in one direction as the headless body flailed and spurted blood before finally falling to the ground.

Kurt stood for a moment just catching his breath before looking down and realizing that his Cheerio uniform was ruined with blood. He sighed and cleaned Alexander off using his shirt since it was ruined anyway. He put the sword back in his scabbard when he had finished the hasty cleaning. 

“Hey,” Blaine said. “How are you doing? That was some battle.” Blaine stood close to Kurt looking up at him with concerned eyes. 

“I’m okay,” Kurt said breathlessly. “Thanks for saving my life for the hundredth time.”

“One hundred?” Blaine teased. “Do I get a gold star?”

Kurt smiled and realized that these were his happiest moments now. It was strange, but standing with Blaine making little jokes after the battle was won had somehow become their thing. It was a connection they had that he didn’t share with anyone else. 

Kurt didn’t plan it; he didn’t even think about it before he acted, but suddenly his lips were on Blaine’s as if by their own volition. It was like his body had decided to stop waiting for his mind and made the move without him.

Blaine responded immediately by wrapping his arms around Kurt and pulling him closer. At first Kurt didn’t know what to do; his lips were pressed against Blaine’s and he had thought the kissing would just happen after that. And then it did, just as Kurt began to feel awkward in this fact that he had no idea what to do next, Blaine tilted his head and parted his lips. A warm tingling worked its way through Kurt’s body as he responded and moved his lips gently against Blaine’s. 

It wasn’t anything like he had imagined it would be and it was everything he had hoped and more. Kurt took a stuttering breath through his nose and put his hand on Blaine’s jaw to tilt him exactly where Kurt wanted him. Blaine responded by sucking lightly on Kurt’s lower lip.

Eventually, Kurt needed take a breather so he pulled away slightly, panting with his forehead against Blaine’s.

“We should…we should,” Blaine whispered with a slight dazed chuckle as he tried to suggest they get back to the rescue mission.

“Yeah,” Kurt breathed. “We should get back to kissing.”

Blaine didn’t need to be convinced; he immediately moved in for another kiss. The second kiss was more passionate than the first and Kurt felt more confident so he tentatively licked across Blaine’s lips. The vampire immediately opened his lips to grant Kurt entrance. 

“Boys,” Mercedes said ruining the moment. “I hate to break this up, but remember the children?”

Slayer and vampire broke apart and Kurt turned and glared at his best friend.

“What children?” he snapped. 

“The ones Sam and I rescued while you and fang face here were getting covered in icky snake blood. And apparently getting it on, too,” Mercedes replied with a reproachful sassy voice.

Sam came up behind Mercedes and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her neck. Her countenance softened at the attention.

“Why did you interrupt them? That was hot,” he said with a grin between kisses planted on her neck.

“Sam,” Kurt snapped, “Remember? Sexy spelled candy? You aren’t supposed to be kissing on Mercedes.” 

If he wasn’t getting to kiss Blaine then nobody was getting any kisses Kurt thought sourly. Then he looked at Blaine and smiled. They had kissed and Blaine had clearly wanted him to. His heart swelled with excitement. He wanted to talk about what it meant. Are we dating? Is Blaine my boyfriend? No, Kurt realized, he didn’t want to talk about it. He wanted more kissing. 

“Sorry,” Sam mumbled and pulled away from Mercedes. “I forgot for a moment. I don’t know how I keep forgetting. It’s like I have chronic sex brain.”

“Me too,” admitted Mercedes. “It’s getting a little better though. We really need to get these kids back to their parents.”