Kurt carefully hides the rhyming dictionary behind his text book, and silently turns the page, his face the best impression of detached interest in the teacher's words he can manage.

He found the dictionary earlier in the auditorium and now there are notes scribbled all over the paper in front of him, and none have to do anything with what the teacher has been talking about.

Kurt usually is not the kind to not pay attention to his classes, but so close before the summer holidays there really is not much of a point to it anymore, and that particular class right now has been exceedingly boring.

He can't quite stifle a grin, as he gets out his phone under the table and starts typing.

So bored. You know how you sang me that song yesterday? I'd really like to return the favour.

I know, I can't sing to you right now, but use your imagination. You ready for this? - K

Kurt thinks he should ask first, maybe Blaine really is busy with his classes, after all.

But the way his phone silently blinks with a reply only a minute after he sent the text, leads him to suspect otherwise. Strongly.

Bring it on. - B

So Kurt types in the first verse, he has loosely worded on his notebook. It really is much less a song than an experiment of how many lines he can bring to rhyme with Blaine's name, he thinks, but he chuckles to himself as he writes.

Oh Blaine,

I've tried in vain

Tried to retain

To hold back the words, but I can't refrain

From rhyming them, I can't explain,

I won't constrain,

Thus here goes, Blaine,

My song for you, so don't complain.

Kurt reads through it once more. My, I should totally try to rap sometime, he thinks. Then: No, probably not.

He adds more.

My life was lonely, each day brought pain

Till your smile like the sun chased away the rain

There was nothing to lose, everything to gain.

I fell head over heels, no need to feign.

Kurt snickers to himself. Now that sounds melodramatic. He inserts a ;-) smiley behind the first line for good measure. Blaine must not think that he was a total emo wreck before he met him, there was fun in his life, too. Maybe he wouldn't have agreed then, but it's just how it feels to him now.

He finishes with:

End part 1. – K

Then sends the text.

And he waits. This time the reply takes its time, but Kurt doesn't want to send another text, before he has not gotten a reaction. He imagines Blaine sitting in his class room, staring at his lines with raised eyebrows, wondering if now all sanity has left his boyfriend for good... Then his cell blinks. He reads:

Oh Kurt!

As far as I can assert

Those rhymes, they sound very expert

And are you trying to flirt?

Not that I'd be avert!

I sit here in history class, overall quite inert

But now very much on text message alert,

You may divert

My attention, Kurt,

Because I am rather bored, too, be assured ;) –B

Kurt's face becomes hot with suppressed laughter. If he had known that it actually would sound this silly, to force rhymes to his own name, he would have maybe thought twice about starting this. But it still was way too much fun. He takes his time with the next one, but his thoughts fly and he glances at the dictionary only ever so often.

What must I read there, really, Blaine!

Already fed up with Charlemagne?

Though, I really can relate to that kind of pain

History can be quite a strain...

So, I'll just keep on rattling my brain

To come up with rhymes to entertain. - K

He doesn't have to wait long for his answer:

It really helps, that you can relate to my hurt,

So give me some more, I dare you, Kurt. –B

Okay, so now Kurt has to bring out the big guns. He hurries to type the final part, using some of the notes before him, because that has been the actual plan:

Dearest Blaine,

Bring out the champagne

Because here's the plain,

No, the 'plan', I main

And 'mean' and not main...

Oh mess, refrain!

Jeez, I really need to regain

Some order in my scatterbrain...;)

Anyways, and however, Blaine,

I'd say you catch the next bus, car or train

And hurry like a hurricane

Until you are on Hummel-Hudson-House-terrain

And then I'll elaborate and further explain,

I'll even sing to you the whole refrain:

How Blaine, oh Blaiiiiiine

You drive me insaaaaaaaaane;)

I can't abstain

From telling you, that in my heart you reign;)

The End. – K

Kurt has to snort at several passages as he rereads it, but he presses 'send' before he can mind too much. Then he sits his guts clenching in subdued laughter and feels like a kid waiting for permission to start unwrapping his presents.

The class is drawing to an end, but there's still 10 minutes to cover. When his phone blinks Kurt's fingers are twitching with impatience.

How can you do this to me? My whole body aches from wanting to laugh out loud, when I can't!

Oh, my. You're crazy, you know that?

And I am crazy about you, too.

Kurt's heart jumps at that, and probably will never stop to, ever, at those words.

But yes, I'll see you later (that was what it was supposed to suggest, me coming to see you?)

Have to stop now, teacher's getting suspicious.

No wonder with that grin I'm wearing. - B

Kurt rereads the message and can't keep the smile from his own face. He'd never thought he'd ever get to be this silly with his outwardly so mature boyfriend, and having so much fun with it. But getting each other to crack up is just the best part of it all.

When the bell rings, he packs the rhyming dictionary in his bag with his other stuff. One never knows when this'll come in handy again.