Puck looked back at Kurt for a moment before he turned his body and threw the liquid at Jacob Ben Israel who was coming in the opposite direction.

Kurt closed the distance between them quickly and grabbed onto Puck's shoulder. “I mean it Puckerman. Blaine's not to be touched by you or any other members of the football team. Understand?”

Puck narrowed his eyes for a moment. “Are you hooking up with him or something, Hummel? Didn't realize you were picking from the bottom of the fishing pool.”

“That doesn't even make sense,” Kurt shook his head. “I'm failing a class and Blaine is tutoring me so I don't get kicked off the Cheerios. Go to class, Puckerman.”

Puck made a movement towards Blaine that made him recoil into the lockers. “You got lucky this time, Anderson,” he said before he joined the group of football players walking past.

Kurt watched as Blaine held his recently recovered books tighter to his body. “At least I got here before he actually threw it,” he said. “But if we're being completely honest, I wouldn't have minded having to clean you off again. In the bathroom. Alone.” Kurt smiled knowingly.

Blaine pushed up the glasses that were falling down his nose. “Thank you. Um, for the saving me thing. It was blueberry, I think. Not one of my favorites. Don't enjoy the taste of it as much as the cherry ones.”

Kurt laughed softly and brought his hand to slide down Blaine's arm. “Well, if you ever need someone to lick blueberry slushy off of you, just let me know. I'd be more than willing to assist,” Kurt dropped his voice an octave, pleased when Blaine visibly swallowed and ducked his head.

“I'm assuming we're still meeting after school then?” asked Blaine. “Seeing as we both have Glee after class-”

“No. I mean, Mr. Schuester already handed out the assignment so today it will just be Rachel fighting her way to perform first. Why don't we just go straight to my house after final class?” Kurt said warmly. “It'll give us more time to study.”

Blaine sucked his bottom lip between his teeth before he lifted his gaze back up to Kurt's face. “Yeah. Sure. It's just one meeting.”

Kurt was pleased to see that his dad and Carole were both out of the house when he returned with Blaine. The last thing he wanted was to be interrogated about his new friend before he got through with the plan.

“Nobody's home?” Blaine mumbled, eyes wide as he stepped into the entrance way.

Kurt nodded. “Carole and dad are probably out on a dinner date, and Finn is out with either Quinn or Rachel. I can never keep track of which one it is.”

Blaine smirked. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Seems every week it's one or the other singing a love song to him or about him. So glad I don't have a boyfriend to worry about screwing things up with.”

“No boyfriend?” Kurt questioned. He already knew the answer but it was an opening so he took it.

“Of course not. Look at me,” Blaine gestured down to his wardrobe. “I'm not exactly the hottest guy at school. I focus in class, I wear these ridiculous thick framed glasses because my parents won't buy me anything less obnoxious and I happen to love bow-ties.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow. “Your bow-ties...” he paused, thinking of the right word. “Interesting. It seems like you never wear the same one twice. I applaud that.”

Blaine fiddled with the strap of his bag before Kurt motioned upstairs. “Shall we?”

They walked up in silence and Kurt pushed open the door of his bedroom. He waited for Blaine to step inside before he closed the door behind them.

Blaine cleared his throat. “You don't have a desk. Maybe we should go back downstairs?”

“We can work on my bed,” Kurt said happily. “There's enough space for both of our books and both of us. I always find it easier to concentrate when I'm comfortable, don't you?” Kurt slid Blaine's bag off his shoulder and placed it on the bed. “I promise I don't bite,” he paused and then continued. “Unless of course, you're into that sort of thing.”

“I wouldn't know,” replied Blaine. “Like I said, never had a boyfriend.”

Kurt opened his mouth to reply but his phone began to ring. He forced it out of his pocket and grimaced when he saw that it was Santana. “I'll be right back. It's my dad.”

He quickly walked out of the room and down the hall before he accepted the call. “What do you want, Santana?” Kurt hissed.

“Someone's got their panties in a twist. Relax. I was just calling to see how things were going. I saw you two walk out together so I figured you probably tapped that already.”

Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. “Not yet. I haven't had a lot of time to get things going. But I will win this. And when I do, I have a little challenge of my own for you.”

“I'm listening.”

“Rachel Berry,” Kurt said before he ended the call.

Kurt made his way back to his room quickly, surprised to see Blaine had already opened both of their books and was jotting down notes. “Hey, I thought you were supposed to be tutoring me. That usually means I have to be present for the assistance.”

Blaine looked up and handed Kurt the sheet of paper he'd been writing on. “I took a peek at the notes you wrote down and it's no wonder you're having so much trouble. You have to keep it short and specific in order for your brain to keep the information for long periods of time. I simply shortened your notes and obviously made them more specific, so when the time comes for you to study, you'll have what you need and be able to retain the original information for a longer period of time.”

Kurt sat down on the bed as he glanced over the new notes. He'd apparently missed more information than what he thought because Blaine had caught a whole slew of things that Kurt hadn't really thought important. “Wow, Blaine. This is a great start. I'm going to be passing History in no time at all.”

Blaine clicked his pen and smiled proudly. “That's the idea.”

They worked quietly for a few minutes. Blaine under-lined things in Kurt's textbook that he thought were relevant while Kurt went back and edited the previous notes he'd taken to make them better with Blaine's advice.

Purposely, Kurt sucked the tip of his pen into his mouth and watched Blaine from under his eyelashes. When he caught Blaine staring, he dropped his gaze back down to his notes and swirled his tongue over the tip of the pen.

Blaine's eyes darkened and the all too familiar flush appeared on his cheeks. He pursed his lips and looked back down at his work, his hand now scribbling faster than before.

Feeling a little more daring, Kurt reached forward and slid his hand up Blaine's thigh. Their eyes locked and Kurt squeezed the muscle gently with his fingertips. He let his thumb rub insistently over the clothed skin and he felt Blaine tense under his touch.

Blaine looked down at Kurt's hand and then back up, licking his lips. “I... I don't know-”

“Shh,” Kurt whispered and leaned forwards. He pressed on Blaine's chest until he was laying flat on his back. “Have you ever been kissed?”

Blaine's tongue poked out of his mouth again, and Kurt watched as it slid from one side of his lips to the other. “I.. no. I- I haven't. I've never had a boyfriend.”

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, the normal hazel almost completely darkened. This was incredibly easy, too easy. Just as Kurt leaned down to connect their lips, Blaine pushed on Kurt's shoulders and wiggled out from underneath him.

“I think that's good for today. I think we've covered enough. I've fixed your notes and you've fixed your own notes and I highlighted things that you should look out for and I just really think we're good for today. See you at school tomorrow, yeah?” Blaine said all in one breath as he packed his things into his bag.

Kurt stayed where he was and watched as Blaine walked out of the bedroom. He heard the noise of the front door opening and closing and then he collapsed onto his bed.

To: Satan
This might be a bit more difficult than I though it was going to be.