Blaine was having a bad day.

Plain and simple.

The day started with his father berating him about spending too much time with 'that boy' while his mother sipped her Mimosa, pretending to be neutral. Blaine's car started making funny noises on the way to school that morning and when he got to school, he had left his homework on his desk at home, resulting in a bitch out from his Physics teacher. Between classes wasn't much better- Mike was badgering him about some project for Asian club and Rachel continuously threw duet options at him. He didn't have the time and he had made it clear- between homework, school, clubs and fucking any willing participant with this boyfriend- that he really didn't wanna try to meet Rachel Berry's standards of duet partnership.

Speaking of boyfriend, Blaine hadn't seen Kurt at all that morning. Kurt started working on a screenplay he had wanted to do for a long time and he stayed busy before and during school. If he wasn't in class or glee club, he was in the English classroom tapping away at his laptop or scribbling in a bright pink notebook Blaine had given him specifically for the times when Kurt didn't have his laptop. Blaine texted Kurt during third period to see if he would be at lunch, to which the boy replied that yes he would.

By lunch, everything was grinding Blaine's nerves. Every slam of a locker or loud laugh traveling down the halls and his head was starting to hurt. It was strange for him to be anything but cool and calm, but today was really not a good day.

Blaine entered the lunch room and spotted Kurt at their table by the window, but he wasn't alone. There was a Cheerio -a very hot, male Cheerio- sitting on the table, one leg on the ground. The boy had short sandy hair and piercing green eyes that were traveling down the length of Kurt's body as he spoke. He said something that made Kurt blush. Jealousy pulsed in Blaine's chest. He didn't know why this bothered him- after all that they had done with so many people, he never got jealous, but what really set him off was the fact that the blond boy's fingertips danced over Kurt's arm that rested on the table.

Blaine strode over to the table and dropped his bag by the empty seat across from Kurt, making both boys look up at him.

"Oh, hi, baby," Kurt said innocently.

"Who's your friend?" Blaine locked eyes with the blonde. Nervously, the boy stood off the table.

"Keaton. I just transferred from Rydell. I competed against Kurt a couple of years ago when he was a Cheerio and we were just talking-"

"Talk with your hands, huh?" Blaine glanced at Kurt's arm. Kurt couldn't fight the stirring in his gut at the sound of the growl in Blaine's voice.

"Look, I don't wanna cause any problems," Keaton raised his hands in surrender.

"Then I suggest you leave before any problems arise," Blaine sneered. Keaton leaned down and picked up his bag, mumbling a goodbye to Kurt before walking away.

"God, Blaine. I can have gay friends," Kurt rolled his eyes, spearing his fork into the last of his salad. "Besides, I thought he may be fun for us."

"I think you're the only one he wants to have fun with, Kurt," Blaine leaned forward on the table, bracing on his arms and meeting Kurt's eyes. Kurt could see the anger rolling behind Blaine's pupils. Kurt hid a smirk. He could have fun with this.

"Well...maybe it's nice to be flirted with by attractive men," Kurt shrugged. Blaine's nails dug into the table top. "I mean...Keaton's sweet, charming, funny..."

With every attribute Kurt named off, Blaine felt his body temperature rise slightly. Was he not enough for Kurt?

"Well, I'm off to the English room," Kurt stood, tossing his salad into the garbage can. Blaine noticed the sinfully tight jeans Kurt was wearing that day, his blood boiling even more. Oh...so he was asking for it.

Kurt moved past Blaine, but Blaine caught him by the upper arm and turned to where his chest was flush against Kurt's back, sending shivers down Kurt's spine and a smile across the pale boy's face.

"I don't think so," Blaine growled. He pushed Kurt toward the door, leading him out of the cafeteria. They passed the glee club, who looked confused and as if they were about to jump up and beat Blaine's ass for being so forceful, but with a wink from Kurt, they each exchanged knowing grins. Blaine pushed Kurt down the hall toward the back part of the building.

"Where are we going?"

"Shut up," Blaine answered simply and threw open the door of a janitor's closet near the end of the hall. Mr. Shuester caught a glimpse of the two boys disappearing into the closet, but said nothing, fighting the strain in his jeans as he thought of what they may be doing in there.

Blaine pulled the chain on the overhead light and briefly noted Kurt's lustful surprised expression before he gripped Kurt's vest and pulled him to him, catching his mouth in a harsh kiss.

"You...Keaton...tease," Blaine breathed between kisses as he turned Kurt and slammed him against the door. "You walk around here in those tight fucking jeans," Blaine ripped the shirt off Kurt's chest, sending buttons flying over various surfaces around the room, "Begging for fucking attention."

Kurt was panting with excitement. "I-I don't know what you mean, baby."

Blaine growled and slid his hand down Kurt's smooth, sweaty chest and down over his crotch, cupping him through his jeans. "This, Kurt? This is mine. Say it."

"Mmm, it's yours," Kurt tried to buck forward into Blaine's hand, but Blaine pushed back against him, fixing his hips against the door.

"What's mine, Kurt? Say it," Blaine still gripped the back of Kurt's neck, bringing his eyes down to meet Blaine's fiery gaze.

"My cock...it's yours, Blaine," Kurt felt himself crumbling under the heat of Blaine's gaze. Blaine was pissed and it was a total turn-on. Blaine tore Kurt's jeans open quickly, yanking them down to the floor and turning Kurt around. Kurt was pressed against the wood, half-dressed and at the mercy of a jealous boyfriend.

"No one gets to see you like this, Kurt," Blaine knelt down, palms flat over Kurt's ass. "Not even all the people we've been with...no one can touch you like I do, Kurt..."

Kurt jumped and cried out when Blaine bit into his ass, right where it curves into his thigh. Kurt rutted against the door, trying to seek friction.

"Would you scream like that for him, Kurt?" Blaine squeezed Kurt's ass.

"N-no," Kurt stammered, his body buzzing. Blaine spread Kurt's cheeks and lapped at his entrance, feeling Kurt tremble as he dove in.

"Oh, Blaine, yes!" Kurt pushed back, seeking more. Blaine moaned against him.

"Blaine, please!"

"Please what, Kurt?"

"Oh god, fuck me," Kurt was whimpering. Blaine stood up and pulled Kurt against him.

"Why?"

"Because I'm yours, all yours," Kurt rolled his hips back, seeking Blaine only to discover he was still fully clothed.

Blaine growled and unbuttoned his jeans quickly, flipping Kurt around and lifting him up against the door. Kurt had never seen Blaine look so primal...so animal as he did in the dim glow of the light. Blaine placed his hand in front of Kurt's mouth.

"Lick," he commanded and Kurt took Blaine's hand into his and lapped at his palm, even sucking a couple of fingers into his mouth and moaning around them.

"Would you moan for him, Kurt? Like a slut?"

"Kurt moaned and shook his head. "Only you."

Blaine pulled his hand away and wet his cock as thoroughly as he could then thrusted into Kurt, pulling a cry from the smaller boy who grappled at his back.

Blaine was relentless. He thrusted hard, fast and deep, making Kurt feel every drag in and out.

"There's a whole school on the other side of that door, Kurt," Blaine panted against Kurt's lips. "Scream my name. Let them know who you belong to."

"Oh, Blaine!" Kurt whined, tossing his head back against the door.

"Louder, Kurt."

"Blaine, fuck! I'm yours!" His vision was blurring from the intensity. He was so close. He reached down to pump his cock, but Blaine grabbed his hand, forcing it back against the door.

"I'm gonna make you cum without a touch, Kurt...because I can," Blaine growled, leaning down to lick and bite at Kurt's neck. Kurt let out a pleasured sob, his cock aching to be touched.

"Blaine, please. I'm-"

"Come, Kurt. Come from my cock pounding your ass."

Kurt let out a loud, low moan and came hard over his stomach, his body tensing and clenching around Blaine and after several more hard erratic thrusts, he came inside Kurt. Kurt's vision whited out and he slumped back against the door, spent with his eyes rolling back in his head. Blaine collapsed against him, slowly riding out his orgasm, the jealousy from earlier released inside his lover. Blaine eased out of Kurt and put him down, bracing him up against the door.

"Kurt?" Blaine gripped Kurt's face, raising his head to look at him. Kurt gazed back up at Blaine, eyes a little out of focus, but blazing.

"Wow...maybe I should talk to hot guys more often," Kurt smirked. Blaine laughed and kissed Kurt's mouth sweetly. "I'm sorry you got jealous, baby...nothing was going to happen...I don't like that guy. I was just trying to push your buttons," Kurt blushed.

"Mission accomplished," Blaine smirked. "I know you wouldn't go after someone else, but just...seeing him look at you that way..."

Kurt pulled Blaine in for a hug, curling his fingers in the hair at the nape of Blaine's neck. "No one can look at me the way you do. I love you."

Blaine smiled. "I love you, too."

Both boys pulled away and, with shaky legs, they pulled their clothes back on.

"You had to destroy my shirt?" Kurt held his ripped shirt open, inspecting the missing button spots.

"Sorry," Blaine laughed. "I wasn't really thinking...today's been a bad day anyway..."

"It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. As for that bad day, I say tonight we have a movie night...'Pretty in Pink'?" Kurt smirked and leaned down into his bag, pulling out the extra shirt he kept for slushie facials.

"As long as we can pretend Blane's name is Conrad like we usually do," Blaine smiled. He hated the way Molly Ringwald said Blane so he and Kurt changed it, making each of them giggle every time.

"I think we can do that," Kurt pulled the shirt over his head and booped Blaine's nose.

They finally straightened up and Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, burying his face in his neck.

"I'm sorry...I won't get jealous again...I should trust you."

Kurt smiled and kissed the top of Blaine's head. "It's ok, baby. Don't worry about me. You're always the one for me."

Kurt opened the door and peaked around, seeing that class had started and the halls were empty. They started to sneak out and shut the door when they heard a throat clearing. Dave Karofsky took in their disheveled appearances and smirked, eying Blaine. Kurt wrapped a protective arm around Blaine and they walked down the hall.

"Now who's jealous?" Blaine smiled.

"Shut up, you...maybe later I'll have to remind you who you belong to."