He let the air out of his lungs in relief. It wasn't a dream after all, last night's conversation had actually occurred. Instantly a swarm of butterflies attacked his stomach. Were things going to be awkward today? Or worse, will they not be able to take their hands off each other?

Blaine had to keep up a sense of decorum at school or anywhere in public so he won't give anybody a reason to give him and Kurt trouble. But he has been waiting way too long for this.

—-

Kurt had slept restlessly the entire night; however when he woke up for school he didn't feel tired at all. Quite the contrary, he was jazzed. He stepped out on a limb last night, and now he and Blaine were free to do more things with each other. Things more than kissing and touching above the waist. Kurt's heart sped up at the thought.

Kurt paid attention to his wardrobe more than normal this morning, which was really saying something. He decided to go for tight gray skinny jeans, a loose white button up shirt with a colorful, yet tasteful scarf. In his opinion, he looked great, but his cheeks flushed because he knew that his pants would most definitely tease Blaine. He twirled in the mirror seeing how the jeans accented every contour and curve of his ass and legs.

He strutted out of the house to his car, feeling confident.

When Kurt arrived at school, Blaine was waiting by his locker like clockwork. Kurt smiled radiantly at the view, he was handsome as ever. Kurt noticed that when Blaine caught sight of him, he bit his lip slightly looking anxious, but his eyes smoldered. Kurt's heart quickened its pace.

"Hi, Blaine!" Kurt said breathlessly.

"Hi Kurt," Blaine leaned in and kissed him chaste on the lips. It was sweet and affectionate. Their eyes searched each other for a moment, both of them thinking the same thing.

"Want to walk me to class?" Kurt looked at the clock, he was probably going to be a minute or two late, but it was worth it. He held out his hand for Blaine, smiling expectantly. He nodded and slipped his hand into Kurt's, warm and wonderful.

Nothing was said as they walked slowly down the hallway, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. Yes, there was tension, but the good kind where you could feel something was going to happen soon, and if it didn't it was going to be a tragedy.

The bell rang shrilly in their ears, and a few remaining stragglers dashed to class. Kurt and Blaine kept their slow place until Blaine looked around them with jerky movements. He then halted and turned to face Kurt, grinning.

"We're alone."

"We are," Kurt observed, trying to be nonchalant, but his breathy voice gave him away. Blaine's eyes were burning, and it was turning Kurt on.

Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's hand and yanked him through the nearest door on their right. Blaine turned to lock the door behind him. While the room was dark, Kurt still noticed they were in one of those rooms with a printer, some file cabinets and empty tables.

"What are yo-"

"Shhhh," Blaine said, but then silenced Kurt anyway with his lips. Blaine had both hands on Kurt's face holding him there as he kissed him desperately. Kurt struggled for a moment, but then gave into the kiss with a sigh, granting Blaine's tongue entrance.

Kurt lifted his arms and pressed his hands in the small of Blaine's back, deepening the kiss, if it were at all possible. Blaine groaned and let one hand travel to the nape of Kurt's neck and started stroking there, effectively sending chills down Kurt's spine.

Blaine broke their lips apart, but still remained very close, panting heavily in Kurt's mouth. The aroma of Blaine's sweet breath was intoxicating, making his head swim but he still managed to say, "I'm going to be late, Blaine." Instead of sounding scolding, like his intentions, it was more a statement of fact.

Blaine chuckled quietly, smiling wide. He started leading Kurt backward, until Kurt made contact with the printer. The heat of it was warm against Kurt's jeans. "Yeah, you are."

Kurt started to lean his weight back when Blaine started mouthing at his neck. He needed leverage, hands braced against the printer because this was making his knees weak. Every time Blaine would stop kissing and sucking to graze his teeth slightly, especially around his collarbone, it sent a jolt through Kurt's body. Blaine was pressing his body into Kurt's like he needed nothing else in life.

"God, fuck Kurt. You're so beautiful; I couldn't wait any longer…" Blaine whispered in between kisses and then yanked Kurt's scarf off. "It's like you chose this outfit today just to tease me... these jeans..." Blaine's voice broke in a moan.

Blaine started running his hands down Kurt's neck, then his shoulders, scratching teasingly. He then ran his palms down Kurt's perfectly toned, porcelain arms, making Kurt shiver.

"Mmmm…" Blaine sighed and started kissing Kurt passionately once more; a hand moving up Kurt's chest and down his back, reaching for the hem of Kurt's tucked in shirt. He freed a bit of it so Blaine could play with the skin there. Instinctively, Kurt rolled his hips forward into Blaine and whimpered slightly.

Blaine paused his movements and kissing for a fraction of a second before he growled, grabbing Kurt's ass, kissing deeper, while grinding into him. Kurt was not prepared for this onslaught, so it was in that moment he lost control of himself.

His mouth popped open, moaning loudly as he closed his eyes and let his head fall backward, "Oh God, Blaine…"

They rutted into each other frantically, as Kurt wrapped a leg around Blaine, trying for more friction, but it just wasn't enough. Blaine gasping, his hot breath on Kurt's throat. "K-Kurt, I need you," he panted, full of longing. It was then one hand removed itself from Kurt's perfect ass, and for the first time touched Kurt raging erection through his jeans.

"Oh!" Kurt exclaimed, drowning in arousal as Blaine started palming him roughly. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Kurt was aching. "More, Blaine, more… please..." He begged.

With a shaking hand, he un-tucked his shirt completely, then Kurt made to undo the button of those sinfully tight pants, and unzipped the zipper for Blaine to have access. Blaine took the cue instantly; his fingertips brushed the lining of Kurt's briefs before taking the plunge and wrapped his hand around Kurt's leaking cock.

"Kurt… you feel amazing…" Blaine groaned as he started pumping Kurt fast and desperate. The angle was off, but it was so what they needed, and Kurt wouldn't have asked for any better.

Kurt was useless, legs splayed and body rigid and leaning against that damned printer; just taking it, letting Blaine's hand completely undo him. Kurt's moans were increasing with frequency and volume as Blaine quickened his pace.

"Shit…the sounds you are making are going to make me come..." Blaine murmured into Kurt's ear, and then that's what undid him. Kurt screamed Blaine's name as his first assisted orgasm racked his entire body, setting all his nerves, even to the fingertips ablaze with pleasure. Kurt lost count at 4 convulsions as he came all over Blaine's hand, still pumping him through it. It was ecstasy.

Blaine removed his hand as Kurt came down from his high, his body mush, still leaning heavily against the printer, arms cramping. Kurt's vision cleared just in time to see Blaine lick Kurt's come off his knuckles, humming in his throat and rubbing his obvious erection through his pants.

"Kurt you taste better than I would have ever imagined," Blaine murmured quietly. It took a moment for Kurt to regain composure from the pornographic scene before him, then heaved himself off the printer, zipping up and button his jeans in a fluid movement.

"Your turn," Kurt smiled devilishly, splaying his palm on Blaine's chest, feeling his heart hammering irregularly against it. Kurt led Blaine backward until he was flat against one of the tables, feet dangling because he was so adorably short.

Kurt made do with Blaine's trousers, and then with his boxers pulled them down to mid-thigh. Blaine's cock sprang free, looking absolutely delectable. The pre-come dripping down slowly was making Kurt's mouth water. He gripped the base firmly and sunk low onto Blaine until he felt the tip brush the back of his throat. Kurt was shocked out of his nervousness by his lack of gag reflex.

"Oh fuckfuckfuck!" Blaine gasped, grabbing Kurt's thick hair roughly, hips twitching slightly. Kurt sucked all the way up to the tip, tasting the pre-come gathering there. Blaine's member was throbbing, so Kurt could tell that it wouldn't take much to send him over the edge.

Kurt took one hand, and leaned some of his weight onto Blaine's hip, so he wouldn't thrust unexpectedly. Then his other hand started working Blaine in time with his mouth; his cheeks hollowed out, sucking and slurping, licking the underside. It was clear to Blaine then: Kurt had definitely done his homework.

"Kurt, I'm going to-" Blaine gasped and groaned again, but Kurt understood his warning. Kurt removed his restraining hand and weight, and just let Blaine make the final stretch himself. He immediately started thrusting into Kurt's hot, wet mouth. Kurt was so aroused by Blaine grabbing his hair and mouth fucking him; he would have gotten hard again if it were possible.

With a cry that sounded like Kurt's name, Blaine was coming down Kurt's throat, and Kurt swallowed all he had to offer. After many long moments, Blaine's breathing slowed, and he pulled slightly on Kurt's hair, letting him know he was done. Kurt popped off and licked his lips, humming to himself.

"How was that?" Kurt asked shyly.

"Oh my go-Kurt, fuck. It was the most amazing thing ever." Blaine sighed, running a hand through his damp curls. "I can't believe we didn't do anything like that sooner."

Kurt giggled, and helped Blaine pull up his pants and make himself look less post-orgasmic as possible. He helped Blaine off the table and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Thank you for that. So worth missing class for," Kurt muttered into his ear. Blaine pulled back and looked at Kurt, eyes shining with emotion.

"I love you," he said, making Kurt's heart do a back flip. He would never get sick of hearing that. Ever.

"I love you too," Kurt replied, stroking Blaine's cheek. They stood there like that for a moment when they heard the doorknob rattle.

"God damned door, why would this be locked anyway?" It was Coach Beiste, grumbling in frustration.

"Shit!" The boys sprang apart, standing next to each other awkwardly as the door opened, keys jingling. Coach flipped on the lights and looked taken aback, seeing them there. They wouldn't look her in the eye.

"Boys, what are you-?"

"Sorry, Coach, we were just… printing," Blaine spluttered. They were both blushing profusely.

She studied them for a few moments, looking skeptical while taking in their disheveled appearances. She then made a non-committal shrug and simply said, "Very well, head off to class. Don't want to catch you two playing hooky again or I'll have to report you to Figgins."

"Yes, Ma'am!" the boys said in unison, and left the room hand-in-hand.