Blaine woke up in such a good mood Monday morning, that he even decided to take a scenic route to work, which was something he rarely did. Even with Kurt spending the whole weekend at his apartment, Blaine still managed to get all his work done. So, on this beautiful morning, he was fully prepared to take on the day.

Blaine bought an extra coffee, just for Kurt (because he knew Kurt would be first to class as per usual these days) and a poppyseed muffin he knew his beau would enjoy.

Blaine whistled, strolling into class and took an occasional sip of coffee. He arrived earlier than normal today, so he had plenty of time to sit down and finish his pastry before Kurt arrived.

Right on the clock, Kurt walked in at 9 sharp, 15 minutes before class started, smiling slightly. He took off his scarf, hung his bag around his usual chair and went up to Blaine's desk.

"Hey gorgeous," Kurt purred, leaning in to kiss Blaine on the cheek.

"Good morning," Blaine greeted amiably. "I got you some coffee and a muffin."

"Oh, thank you!" Kurt was delighted. "I didn't get the chance to grab breakfast before I left. You're so sweet."

"Only for you," Blaine grinned, crumpling up his napkin and throwing it in the wastebasket.

"That is probably the cheesiest thing I've ever heard," Kurt acknowledged with a chuckle. "But I love that about you."

Blaine blushed and his heart swooped at Kurt's use of the L word, even if it wasn't directed in that manner. Sure, they had been only seeing each other for several weeks now, but Blaine hasn't ever felt this way before. He hoped this feeling lasted forever, even if he knew he was being naive.

"So what's the lesson plan today, sir," Kurt mumbled through a mouthful of muffin. Blaine thought it was absolutely adorable.

"Just practicing our monologues and scenes today," Blaine informed. "I'm curious what you and Rachel were planning on doing."

Kurt shrugged. "Oh, nothing special. We just want to be the best."

Blaine laughed. "Do you want to know a little secret?" Kurt leaned in curious, his eyebrow raised. "You guys are the best."

Kurt lifted his head in the air, proud. "Well, like we didn't already know that."

Blaine shook his head. "You guys need to go easy on the others, they have less experience, but just as much heart."

Kurt waved his hand in a superior manner. "Well only some of us are ready for the big stage."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, tracing patterns with his finger. "How right you are."

"So, Blaine," Kurt questioned. "Do you think we'll be on Broadway together someday?"

Blaine smiled warmly. "I hope so. I don't see it any other way, really."

"Good," Kurt said before leaning in and pressing his lips to Blaine's. Their lips moved together slowly and surely before it got a little heated, and tongues started getting involved.

Blaine groaned, clinging at Kurt's fitted sweater and pulling him into his lap. It was a bit of an awkward fit at first, but soon Kurt slid his thighs perfectly along Blaine's and grabbed his face, forcing the craning of his neck. Kurt broke the kiss to glide his lips down Blaine's recently shaved throat, feeling the vibrations of the soft moan coming from the older man.

"Guys!" said a voice, and Kurt flew up into an upright position faster than he ever thought possible. Blaine coughed and smoothed out his shirt like he wasn't doing anything scandalous. They both whipped their head to the source of the voice, and saw that it was just Rachel.

She shook her head disapprovingly. "You guys need to be more careful, I could have been anyone else."

Kurt huffed out in annoyance, knowing she was right, but not voicing his agreement. He plopped into the seat next to her, crossing his arms and legs.

Blaine smoothed out his half-hard dick a few times before standing, clasping his hands together. "You're right, Rachel. Thank you for calling us out for our carelessness."

Kurt remained in a semi-surly mood the rest of class, and Blaine understood completely. Kurt probably wished just as much as Blaine did that they could have their relationship out in the open like any other couple. However, the problem was that not only were they a gay couple, which is already considered taboo; but the fact that there is a teacher/student dynamic involved, that is definitely frowned upon.

By the time class was over, only a few of the students had worked their scenes in full, so Blaine informed them that they would continue next class. Kurt and Rachel hung around, as expected, and Blaine was really thankful none of the students found this behavior curious.

Once the last of the students filed out, Rachel turned to Kurt. "I'm off to an audition, so you'll have to find another way home."

"That should be fine," Kurt said smoothly, hugging before she was out the door.

Blaine went over to Kurt and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you still put off because our make out session was interrupted?"

Kurt sighed. "Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just been.. what? Like a month and a half since I've really had you, and I'm starting to get antsy."

Blaine's body started to tingle at Kurt's words, getting brief flashes of sweaty skin, steamy kisses and the stretch of Kurt being inside him. It took all Blaine had in him not to groan out loud. "Yeah I know exactly what you mean."

Kurt looked up at Blaine through his lashes. "You do?" he asked coyly, sensing the immediate change in Blaine's mood.

Blaine's breath caught in his throat at the sight. Kurt was utterly breathtaking.

"God, yes," Blaine sighed, voice thick with arousal. "Since that night, I hadn't been laid in months and months. It's sometimes all I think about. Minus the Sebastian part."

"Well, we can fix that," Kurt said saucily.

"Well my Friday night is wide open," Blaine responded quickly. Something in his pants becoming an increasing problem.

Kurt pretending to consider, tapping his chin. "Well.. I was thinking sooner than that," he said mischievously. Kurt stood up, and starting playing with Blaine's collar.

"What, now?!" Blaine asked alarmed. "But we're in a classroom, and anyone can see!"

Kurt walked to the door, locked it, and closed the blinds. "How's this?"

"Kurt," Blaine whined as Kurt swooped in close again. "This is too dangerous."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "When's your next class?"

"This afternoon," Blaine replied. "So?"

"So," Kurt dragged out the syllable, like Blaine was a little slow. "What's the problem? Nobody's coming by, we have nothing to do but each other."

Blaine couldn't help but laugh nervously. Kurt was already halfway done unbuttoning Blaine's shirt. This was a losing battle, so he might as well give in. That was what his body was screaming at him to do, and it was overwhelming.

"Fuck it," Blaine growled, clawing at Kurt's belt before hastily undoing it. Kurt smirked, assisting in sliding down his skin tight jeans once Blaine's shirt was fully unbuttoned.

Blaine's mouth hung open as he saw more of Kurt's flawless, porcelain skin get exposed. It wasn't until Kurt slid his boots off and kicked his pants a few feet away when Blaine realized that Kurt had gone commando. His rapidly hardening cock was presented before Blaine in all it's glory, and Blaine could feel himself nearly drool.

"Like what you see?" Kurt joked.

"Guh, fuck, Kurt," Blaine mumbled, slightly embarrassed for staring so long. "I just didn't really get to see you last time since it was so dark, and I was drunk."

Kurt just pulled his couple layers of shirt over his head, and he was gloriously naked. In Blaine's classroom. It was like a fantasy come to life.

"God, you are gorgeous," Blaine sighed, before throwing himself at Kurt, kissing him furiously. Kurt ripped the rest of Blaine's clothes off in haste and desperation; until finally there was nothing between them, not even air as their skin slid together, sending waves of euphoria up their spines.

Kurt stumbled backwards until he found Blaine's desk for perchance. Blaine leaned Kurt back onto the desk before climbing on top of him, sucking every inch of Kurt's skin like he couldn't get enough.

"No hickeys," Kurt warned in a low voice, thrusting his pelvis into Blaine's, causing them both to moan at the sensation.

Blaine licked a long stripe down Kurt's sculpted torso, memorizing every inch of Kurt.

"I love everything about your body Kurt," Blaine sighed before flicking his tongue against Kurt's nipple.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hair, messing up the gel, but Blaine couldn't bring himself to care. He traveled further down Kurt's navel, following the thin line of hair that plunged to his cock.

Blaine sucked on Kurt's hip for a moment before traveling lower and teasing his tongue along the head of Kurt's cock.

"Yes," Kurt breathed, arching his back onto the table. He felt papers crumple and slide under him, but nothing else mattered except for Blaine's mouth on his body.

Blaine traced every contour and vein of Kurt's gorgeous cock, before traveling even lower and teasing Kurt's testicles.

"You tease," Kurt panted. "Blaine, I want you to fuck me on this desk!"

Blaine looked up at Kurt, his eyes black with lust. "Please," Kurt begged as if Blaine needed reassurance.

Blaine nodded minutely before Kurt spread his legs far apart, presenting himself in all his glory. Blaine whined out loud, never so turned on in his life. Kurt was THE hottest man he had ever seen, and he wanted to fuck him right now.

A small bubble of reason surfaced however. "But, I don't have any lube or protection," Blaine informed in a small voice.

"I have a condom in my bag," Kurt said brokenly. "It's in the side pocket, hurry! I'm sure we can play by ear with no lube."

"Okay," Blaine said, before rushing to Kurt's bag, opening it up with shaking fingers. His whole body was thrumming in anticipation.

While Kurt waited for Blaine to find his stash of condoms (yeah, he could really be a slut sometimes), Kurt stroked himself with one hand, and slid his teasing fingertips down his torso. Kurt moaned, wanting Blaine to be the one that was touching him instead.

"Got it!" Blaine exclaimed triumphantly after a minute, and went to Kurt, gripping his thighs.

"God, Kurt you look so amazing like this, fuck," Blaine groaned, eyes gliding over every inch of Kurt's frame. From his face, perfect parted mouth, flushed cock, smooth legs and finally his puckered hole. Blaine licked his lips and crouched on his knees.

He teased his fingertip around Kurt's entrance, causing his toes to curl.

"You ready?" Blaine asked, breath shaky.

"Mmmm," Kurt responded, the sound going straight to Blaine's aching cock, which was desperate for release.

Blaine slipped one finger in slightly, and leaned forward, tonguing Kurt's entrance. "Oh!" Kurt exclaimed, twitching in pleasure.

Blaine was encouraged to slide his finger in deeper, swirling his tongue around Kurt's entrance, eating up the sounds Kurt was making before sliding his tongue in as far as he could go.

Kurt was hitting notes that Blaine didn't think was possible as he worked Kurt slowly open with his tongue and the assistance of his finger. He dared to slide another one in, afraid of hurting Kurt.

Blaine soon understood why Sebastian did this last time, even with lube in the room because Kurt tasted absolutely amazing.

Blaine withdrew, grabbing the condom and rolling it on. Thankfully, it was pre-lubed.

Kurt looked expectantly at Blaine, chest heaving, hands clinging tightly to the edge of the desk.

"I want you," Kurt said barely above a whisper, his voice a mix between arousal and affection.

Blaine leaned in to kiss Kurt with fiery passion. Kurt sucked on Blaine's tongue, tasting himself and groaning into Blaine's mouth.

Kurt broke the kiss, panting for oxygen. "Get in me now," he demanded, his eyes burning into Blaine's. Blaine felt hot arousal roll through his veins.

He held onto Kurt's hip, and lined himself to Kurt's entrance, before sliding in slowly. Kurt threw his head back, whining and begging for more. Once Blaine was fully sheathed he rolled his hips experimentally, eliciting more delicious sounds from Kurt.

"Just so you know, I haven't topped in a while-"

"C'mon!" Kurt shouted, rutting himself deeper onto Blaine's cock. Blaine really loved his enthusiasm, so he pulled almost all the way out, before snapping his hips forward.

"Harder!" Kurt demanded through harsh breaths. Blaine slid Kurt further back on the desk, before climbing up himself and grounding his knees on the desktop.

Kurt lifted his hips, and wrapped his legs around Blaine, ecstatic with the new angle change. Kurt grabbed the sides of Blaine's desk as Blaine leaned forward squeezing Kurt's perfectly rounded ass, pulling his cheeks further apart. The heat was unbelievable, sweat was dripping from Blaine's brow.

Blaine took a deep breath before he started pounding into Kurt mercilessly, shaking the desk, causing Kurt to shout out in ecstasy. Kurt's body was curved downward, his head thrown back, and it looked like a work of art. Blaine ran his hand down Kurt's clenching abs, and then up again, digging his fingernails into his hot flesh before grabbing Kurt's cock and pumping him in time with his forceful thrusts.

"I'm close, Kurt, come with me," Blaine grunted after a few minutes, his thrusts becoming more erratic, and his hand was starting to cramp with exertion.

Kurt shrieked as his orgasm overtook him, coming all over his own chest and the desk below them. The pornographic sight alone was enough to make Blaine topple over the edge, his body exploding with pleasure.

Once Blaine floated back from his peak, he unwrapped Kurt's death grip around him, pulled out (ripping the condom off too, hopefully it fell into the trash), and he collapsed on top of Kurt, heaving.

Kurt kissed his sweaty neck and caressed his curls with one hand, while the other traced lazy patterns into Blaine's back. Blaine shivered at the sensation, twitching occasionally and sighing contentedly.

"Wow," Blaine let out. "That was fucking amazing."

"Tell me about it," Kurt agreed softly. "Thank you."

"You are so welcome," Blaine mumbled. "Why didn't we do that sooner?"

"Because unplanned desk sex is hotter," Kurt chanced, a laugh in his voice.

Blaine chuckled, before nuzzling into Kurt's neck, enjoying the natural aroma of Kurt that resides there.

"You're the best," Blaine said, his voice heavy with sleep. Kurt was already drifting off, as his stroking fingers along the planes of Blaine's back faltered.

The boys napped, even though it wasn't the most comfortable place in the world to do it, the boys were unendingly happy.

However, what they didn't know was that there was a figure right outside the door who had just witnessed (well heard) the last of their love session. The figure's hand hesitated in knocking, before deciding to stride angrily down the hallway and out of sight.