When Blaine's eyes fell on Kurt, Kurt knew. He looked away, his cheeks going deep red as he bit his bottom lip and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to focus on how his new fluffy brown knitted sweater that was a part of Marc Jacob's new late-winter collection.

“So what I want you guys to do over the weekend is to get together and try out the songs that you think you need to practice most. Then next week, we'll practice each song each day. You're dismissed,” said Blaine as he sat down his list of the songs on his desk and opened his book bag so he could slide the sheet in.

Everyone left but Kurt. He slowly got to his feet and walked over to Blaine, controlling the impulse to grab Blaine and kiss him there and now. What was with his hormones today? Blaine turned to Kurt, looking down at him, breathing fast.

“Still up for coffee?” asked Kurt. Damn, that was a stupid question.

Blaine was breathing heavily, causing Kurt to slightly tilt his head to the side. “You okay? You don't look so good,” said Kurt as he put his hand to Blaine's forehead. “Hm...you feel fine,” he then said as he took a step away.

“Dammit Kurt...” hissed Blaine as he grabbed Kurt and pulled him to the point his body pressed against his.

Kurt's eyes widened. So it wasn't just me feeling it, he thought to himself as his mouth dropped open, shocked at what Blaine was doing. They were on school grounds! Let alone...they were in the choir room. “Blaine, what are you doing? Can't we wait to get off of school grounds?” Deep down, Kurt knew that he couldn’t wait. The contact with Blaine was so strong.

Blaine nuzzled his head in Kurt's shoulder, his nose brushing Kurt's ear. “Shh...we're fine,” Blaine whispered, his breath brushing over just under Kurt's ears, causing a shiver to rumble through him and to suck in a breath. “And the fact that I know what I'm doing to you is making it worse,” Blaine added in a darker voice.

Kurt's eyes fluttered shut. “We could get caught,” whined Kurt in a small voice.

“We're fine,” Blaine replied as he pressed his lips to Kurt's neck. Kurt let out a small whimper, blood rushing south faster than his blood had ever rushed that direction.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist as Kurt put his hands to Blaine's chest, clutching a fistful of Blaine's vest. His breath increased in weight as his head tilted to the side for better excess. Another whimper, but smaller, sounded at the back of his throat.

Blaine walked backwards until the chalkboard pressed against his back. He rolled over so that Kurt was now pressed against the chalkboard. Kurt tried to push Blaine away. “Blaine, seriously. We need to wait till we get off school grounds!” Kurt hissed under a short breath only to find himself sucking in a breath as he felt Blaine's hard-on pressing against Kurt's. Blaine soon claimed Kurt's mouth passionately.

Outside the room, Rachel and Mercedes stopped at their locker. “Crap! I think I left my purse in the choir room,” said Rachel in a frustrated tone.

Mercedes turned to Rachel and closed her locker. “I'll walk back to the room with you. We still going to Lima Bean?” asked Mercedes.

Rachel smiled and nodded her head. “Yeah!” Rachel said as the two walked back down the hall to the choir room only to stop at the door.

Rachel and Mercedes' mouth dropped at the sight before them. Kurt and Blaine's bodies tangled together and their mouths pressed together in a needy way? In the choir room? On school grounds? That was illegal! Let alone highly unprofessional being that Blaine was the teacher here.

Rachel looked at Mercedes. “What do we do?” asked Rachel.

With wide eyes, Mercedes replied, “I don't know, but...Rachel...they really care about each other...”

Rachel looked back at the sight and soon looked away when she heard one of them moan, her eyes crunching shut quickly. “I won't tell if you won't,” immediately whispered Rachel.

“Deal.”

“But remember, I suck at keeping a secret...” Rachel turned away and hurried away from the choir room's door.

“I don't...but I might just suck at keeping this one,” said Mercedes, shaking her head as she followed Rachel.

Kurt's head rested on Blaine's as he laid entangled in Blaine's arms, their naked bodies relaxed together under the covers of Blaine's bed. Blaine brushed his knuckles gently against Kurt's chin as Kurt's nose sat nuzzled into the crook of Blaine's neck.

“I love you,” murmured Blaine.

Kurt smiled as his fingers of his hand that laid on Blaine's chest brushed through Blaine's chest hair. Their eyes were fluttered shut, enjoying the moment. As a result, Kurt tilted his head back slightly as he pressed his lips to Blaine's hickey that Kurt had put there an hour ago. It sent a shiver through Blaine and a hiss to pass through his teeth.

“I love you too,” Kurt replied.

Then all of a sudden, a phone went off, singing: Ra-ra-rahahaah. Romah-romamaah. Gaga oh-lala. Want your bad romance. Kurt lurched from Blaine's arms and quickly got to his feet, hurrying over to his checkered slacks that sat across the floor by the door. He fished his iPhone from the pocket.

Blaine stared at Kurt. “Hello? Yeah, I'm fine, dad...uhuh...well no...I'm just out with a friend...no it's not that...well Mr. Anderson wanted to go over one of the songs I'm leading for Regionals...yeah it's next weekend...mmhm...okay....yeah, I'll call you after....love you too, dad. Bye.” Kurt threw his phone back down on top of his pants and found his boxers, hurrying to slip them on.

“Was that your dad?” asked Blaine as he slid over so that his feet were touching the floor.

“Yeah. I should get going,” said Kurt as he looked around for his shirt. “Where's my Marc Jacobs shirt?” asked Kurt as he looked around the room as if panicking.

Blaine smirked and found the shirt next to him, picking it up and showing it to Kurt. “Right here, babe.”

Kurt sighed and walked over to get it only to find Blaine's swiping his hand from Kurt's reach. “Uh-uh...you're not leaving yet,” Blaine said with a witty smile.

Kurt sighed. “Not funny, Blaine. My dad's getting suspicious!” said Kurt, unable to stop laughing.

“Relax,” said Blaine as he got to his feet and moved over and pressed his lips to Kurt's, his hands on his waist. “Here,” he said with a chuckle as he slipped Kurt's shirt into his hand.

Kurt rolled his eyes with a wry smile as he slipped his shirt on and the slipped into his slacks, followed by tying his new Gucci tie. He slipped his socks back on as he looked around for his boots.

As if Blaine read Kurt's mind, “You kicked them off back in the living room, hon.”

Kurt chuckled and watched as Blaine slid into a pair of sweats, walking Kurt out to the living room. When Kurt slid into his boots and then slid on his coat followed by wrapping his scarf around his neck. He turned to Blaine and smiled. “So I'll see you Monday?” asked Kurt.

Blaine smiled and nodded his head, moving in to kiss Kurt. “Yeah, you'll see me Monday.” Kurt smiled after the kiss.