“Oh, god.” Kurt moaned into his mouth, his hands falling to Blaine’s hips, trying to pull him closer.

“Thank you, but you can call me Blaine.” He wrapped his arms around Kurt’s thighs, lifting him onto the desk and pushing him down on his back.

Kurt immediately hooked his ankles around the back of Blaine’s legs, pushing his body down into his own. “Harder, Blaine.”

Blaine hoisted himself up onto his hands, driving his hips into Kurt. “Fuck, Kurt. So good.” He dipped his head to Kurt’s neck, sucking hard on the reddening skin.

Kurt arched his back, not bothering to stifle the moan that left his lips. He could feel the hot coil in his lower stomach, and he clawed at Blaine’s back, “Blaine, I’m close.”

Blaine continued his onslaught, the friction and heat against his cock bringing him closer and closer to that beautiful end. He bit down hard on Kurt’s shoulder, his knuckles white from clenching the edge of the desk.

“I’m coming, Kurt.” Blaine managed to breathe before his thrusts became erratic and his moans broken.

Kurt was writhing beneath him, his hands squeezing Blaine’s hips tightly. His face was red and glistening with a slight sheen of sweat.

Their movements slowed and Blaine collapsed on top of Kurt, his breathing heavy. “That will never get old.” He said with a smile, sliding off the desk and onto his feet.

“What will get old is having to change my pants twice a day.” Kurt replied, sitting up slowly.

Blaine licked his lips. “Sorry, I just can’t help myself. You are delicious.”

Kurt’s mind momentarily flashed back to the image of Blaine desperately sucking his cock, and he had to blink himself back to reality. “You should really start waiting until class is over before you drag me here.” He stood up, cringing slightly at the sticky mess in his pants.”Seriously, start waiting.”

Blaine finished straightening out his uniform before replying. “Stop sucking on the end of your pen like it’s my cock, and you’ll have no problems.”

“Stop watching me like you have a school boy crush, and all problems will be solved.” Kurt retorted, fixing his tie.

“Kurt…”

“No, Blaine.”

“Can we just talk about it? Please? I don’t know how to act around you unless I’m sucking your cock cock or grinding up against you. It shouldn’t be like that.” Blaine spoke softly, knowing he was walking a thin line.

“And what’s wrong with that? If there’s no feelings, no one gets hurt. It’s better this way.” Kurt answered.

Blaine reached forward and pulled Kurt to his body. “I like you, Kurt. And you like me. What’s so wrong with that? What are you so goddamn afraid of?”

Kurt inhaled sharply, closing his eyes to avoid looking into the beautiful brown eyes. “In 5 months, you’ll be graduating, Blaine. You’ll go out into the real world, and I’ll be long forgotten. Whatever this is will just be a fond memory of your otherwise shitty time at reform school. I can’t do it, Blaine.” Kurt finished and opened his eyes but kept them lowered and fixed on the floor.

“Can’t do what, Kurt?” Blaine pressed, not releasing his hold.

Kurt swallowed, finally looking into Blaine’s eyes. “I can’t fall in love with you.”

Blaine loosened his grip, and Kurt took a step back.

“Kurt, why do you think that way about me?” Blaine questioned, “That I’d just leave and pretend you never existed?”

Kurt crossed his arms and moved further away. “This is high school, Blaine. Nothing lasts. Why bother starting something that’s just going to end, regardless of the circumstances?”

Blaine leaned against the wall, looking at Kurt with a confused expression. “That’s quite the stereotype. Almost like if you’re gay, you must love shopping. Personally, I hate shopping. I’d much rather sit at home and watch the game.” Blaine punched the air dramatically. “Oh snap, broke two stereotypes at once.”

Kurt sighed heavily. “Can you just give me some more time? I need to think about all this.”

Blaine shrugged his shoulders, “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here.”

Kurt nodded, and headed towards the door.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“To change my pants. This mess is gross and is beginning to itch.”

—

A few weeks passed and all too soon the boys were preparing for Christmas at Dalton.

Jeff had been discharged from the hospital few days prior to the end of classes, and Nick was ecstatic. Jeff was getting slightly annoyed though, as Nick refused to let him out of his sight.

“Nick, for crying out loud. I love you, I really do, but for the love of everything else, can you please let me breathe!” Jeff said a little louder than anticipated, causing Nick to jump back.

Jeff’s facial expression softened once he caught the look of hurt on Nick’s face. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He kicked at the floor with his foot. “I’m not broken, I’m still Jeff. I can take care of myself.”

Nick smiled slightly, grabbing Jeff’s hand as he sat down on the bed. He pulled gently until Jeff straddled his lap.

“I’ve missed this.” Nick muttered against Jeff’s lips before connecting their mouths in a passionate kiss.

Jeff pushed Nick’s chest, forcing him down onto the bed. “It’s been too long.” He answered softly, his hands working on Nick’s belt-buckle.

Nick had Jeff’s shirt halfway off when the dorm room door flew open, causing Jeff to hop off Nick and almost fall to the floor.

Kurt raised an eyebrow when he spotted the two boys, “Don’t you two have somewhere to be?”

“Yeah, Nick. Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready to leave?” Blaine asked, trying to stifle his laughter.

Jeff sent him a glare. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want. Come on, Nick.”

Nick swung his arm under the bed, grabbing a small black bag from under the bed before the pair exited the room.

Blaine looked back at Kurt with a knowing smile. “That was kind of mean.”

“Can I follow them to the bathroom?” Kurt laughed, unable to help himself.

“Now that would just be cruel.” Blaine accused, his own laughter threatening to spill out of his throat.

Kurt finally managed to get a grip on his emotions and sat down on his bed. “Are you excited to be going home for the holidays?”

“I’m not going home,” Blaine replied, eyes darting around the room, “I wasn’t invited.”

Kurt shot Blaine a confused look, “But… it’s Christmas!”

Blaine shrugged, “They’d rather I wasn’t around, trust me.”

“They don’t approve of you being gay, do they?” Kurt asked gently.

Blaine’s reaction was immediate. His body stiffened and his jaw clenched. “Can we not talk about this?” He huffed, crossing his arms.

“No. We need to talk about this,” Kurt said, “despite your desperation to be in a relationship with me, I know fuck all about you or your family! What is so fucking horrible that you refuse to talk about them?”

Blaine dropped his arms suddenly. “You know why I don’t talk about my family, Kurt? My fucking father beat the shit out of me on a regular basis, and my mother pretended it wasn’t happening.” He punched the wall beside the bed. “Now you know. Are you fucking happy with that information?”

Kurt looked at Blaine with wide eyes. “I…” He was at a loss for words. “I wish you’d told me earlier…” he managed to say before looking at the floor.

“I didn’t tell you because you didn’t want you to know.” Blaine sighed, sitting next to Kurt on the bed.

Kurt looked up from the floor and locked eyes with Blaine. For the first time since he had met him, Kurt saw and hurt and vulnerability in Blaine’s eyes. He was about to speak when he was stopped by Blaine’s hand.

“I don’t want or need your sympathy.” Blaine said simply and took his hand back down.

Kurt stared at his own hands for a moment. “Did you want to… uh.. I don’t know. Come home with me for Christmas?” he said quickly, looking at Blaine with a slight smile.

Blaine was taken aback. “You said you weren’t even sure about going home last month, and now you want to bring me with you?” he asked curiously.

“Nobody should be alone on Christmas.” Kurt said earnestly. “Besides, Finn and Dad could use someone else to watch the game with.”

Blaine opened his mouth to reply, but Jeff and Nick took that moment to stumble in the door. Both boys were red faced and sweaty.

“Two things.” Jeff said breathlessly.

“First, you both better be coming to the New Year’s party at my place.” Nick said a little too excitedly.

“Second thing is,” Jeff paused for a moment as he sat down “someone totally set the common room on fire.”