“Sorry, Blaine.” Blaine shook his head, his lips dipped down in a frown.

“I’m sorry. I should have said something to let you know it was me. I wasn’t thinking.” Blaine looked hesitant to touch Kurt again so Kurt took the shorter man’s hands and placed them back on his hips before pulling him into a tight hug. Blaine nestled his nose into the nape of Kurt’s neck and Kurt’s stomach flipped. “I missed you,” Blaine whispered and Kurt held onto him tighter.

“I missed you too.” Kurt was so happy to be in his boyfriend’s arms again that it took a moment to register the fact that they had just been drenched in bright red slush. Blaine inhaled sharply in his ear and Kurt squinted through the liquid dripping down his face to see Karofsky giving Azimio a high five.

The two boys were quietly frozen for a moment, still shocked from the sudden force of the cold that seemed to burn their bones. Kurt came to his senses first and unwrapped his arms from Blaine before taking the other boy’s hand and dragging him into the restroom not too far down the hall. “God, it burns,” Blaine managed through clenched teeth as he wiped at his eyes unsuccessfully. Kurt swatted his hands away from his eyes and guided him to the sink.

“Stop, you’re going to make it worse,” Kurt chastised and Blaine scoffed, but still complied. Kurt told him to lean over the basin and turned on the water before pooling it into his cupped hands and bringing them up to Blaine’s face, letting the water run over his face and successfully wash the slushy out of Blaine’s eyes. Blaine let him clean him off for a moment before gently pushing Kurt’s hands away and standing up straight. “Blaine,” Kurt began, but Blaine walked over to the sink to the right and began scrubbing his face with water. When he realized Kurt was still standing there watching him, Blaine peered up at him through the mirror. His eyes were red around their golden hazel irises and his face was flushed beneath the water droplets that clung to the outer edges of his hair.

“You got hit worse than I did,” he said simply and Kurt watched Blaine for another moment.

“Have you looked in the mirror?” Kurt joked, but Blaine was still frowning. “Blaine, I understand that you’re upset, but-”

“Upset? Kurt, I was upset when The Last Airbender movie came out. I was upset when I didn’t get a puppy for my twelfth birthday. I am furious. It’s one thing for this to happen to me, but it’s completely different when it’s you receiving the blows.”

“But I’m not new to be slushied, Blaine. I’m kind of used to it by now. So will you please come back over here so I can help you get cleaned up?” His tone was a little harsher than he’d intended, but Blaine seemed to swallow his anger for the time being and complied.

“Fine, but let me get it out of your eyes first. I’d like it if my boyfriend didn’t go blind.” Kurt found himself smiling despite himself and nodded his head softly. Blaine worked delicately and, thankfully, was able to get the liquid off his face without getting any water in his hair. Kurt would have to double his moisturizing routine today, but at least his hair would stay intact. It was more than he could say for Blaine’s.

Kurt had begun to work on cleaning off Blaine, but when he began to put water on his hair to relieve it of the slush, Blaine began to protest. “Stop being a baby, Blaine. I have to get it out of your hair or it’ll be stick and gross.” Blaine tried to protest again, saying that nobody would notice. “Why, because it’s already cemented down so a little bit of slushy won’t make a difference?” Kurt felt a little guilty after the words left his lips, and he was about to apologize until Blaine spoke up.

“Fine,” he sighed like an upset five year old. Kurt tried not to laugh out loud as he began to work the water through Blaine’s hair. It took a minute for the gel to dissolve but once it had, Kurt found himself unable to stop running his fingers through the thick dark hair. Blaine sighed contently at the motion of Kurt’s fingers against his scalp. “Mmm. Feels good,” he mumbled, a soft smile growing on his lips. Kurt smiled too and continued to massage his head.

“You know, I could do this more often if you didn’t put so much gel in your hair.” Blaine hummed in response. “Why do you wear gel?” Blaine’s face turned from relaxed to uneasy. He sighed heavily before speaking.

“Mindy Schwartz.” Kurt turned off the facet and began to wring some of the water out of Blaine’s hair and watched as it began to curl slightly at the weight loss. “In fifth grade she told me she liked me and I told her I didn’t like like her back, so one day she took a pair of scissors and cut some of my hair off.” Blaine looked up at Kurt and, seeing his expression, cracked a smile. “Don’t feel bad for me, Kurt. It wasn’t even that noticeable. I was just kind of freaked out after that so I started gelling down my hair so she couldn’t cut off more.” He let out a soft chuckle. “And to be completely honest, I had a little thing for her, but Cooper told me to play hard to get, so I told her I didn’t like her.”

Kurt was quiet as he lead Blaine over to the hand drier and pressed the small metal button and Blaine ran his fingers through his hair to help it dry faster. It wasn’t until Blaine’s hair was completely dry when either of them spoke again. “When did you know you were gay?” Kurt found himself asking and Blaine’s cheeks grew red. He avoided Kurt’s gaze as he walked over to the mirror to fix his curls, which looked adorable by the way. “Blaine?” he asked again, and Blaine looked at him through the mirror before returning to his hair. He mumbled something softly and even though Kurt strained his ears to hear, he couldn’t make anything out. “What? Blaine, you can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?” Blaine turned around and leaned back against the sink.

“I know I can,” he said seriously as he looked into Kurt’s eyes. He smiled softly at Kurt and he felt himself growing a little anxious. Kurt himself had known he was gay since he was four. But he couldn’t think of any reason why Blaine would be embarrassed about telling him his own story. Unless, oh God, what if he’s not gay? Maybe he’s bisexual? Kurt couldn’t imagine Blaine being with a girl. It actually repulsed him. “You,” he said, and Kurt cocked his head to the side in confusion. Blaine looked like he was fighting off a grin. “You turned me gay, Kurt.”

The noise that escaped Kurt’s mouth was inhuman. “Of all the cheesy things in the world-”

“Kurt, I’m being serious! Freshman year was…confusing for me, to say the least. I wasn’t quite sure how I was feeling, and I was having trouble figuring out who I was. Then you and Rachel became friends and you were always over at the house and Jesus, you were it for me. I knew, after being around you, that I was 100% gay.” Kurt was still a little dubious. “But the moment when I knew, when I really knew I was gay, was that night you came into my room. Do you remember that?” Kurt felt his cheeks grow hot at the memory.

“I was half asleep,” Kurt defended weakly.

“You thought my room was Rachel’s and you climbed into bed with me.”

“How do you know I didn’t just want to sleep with you?” Kurt asked and Blaine’s smile grew devilishly.

“When’s the next time you and Rachel are having a sleep over?”

“What, picnics aren’t enough for you anymore?” Blaine dug in fingers through the belt loops on Kurt’s pants and pulled him close before planting a soft kiss on his lips. Kurt’s hands found their way to Blaine’s hair and threaded themselves into his locks, causing Blaine to moan slightly against his lips. He left Blaine’s tongue flick out against his bottom lip and Kurt decided to tease him a little. Instead of opening his mouth for Blaine, he pulled his lips away and began kissing a trail down Blaine’s jaw before stopping at the spot just beneath his earlobe and darted his tongue out against the flesh.

He began to suck on the soft skin and Blaine moved his head to the side so he could get better access. He nipped at the spot and Blaine let out another moan before shifting his hands so they were grabbing Kurt’s ass. Kurt gasped slightly and found himself losing control of the situation quickly as Blaine captured his lips in his again and began sucking on his bottom lip. Blaine moved his thigh so it was pressing into Kurt’s growing erection, and Kurt let out a groan at the friction. That seemed to only drive Blaine further, and Blaine squeezed Kurt’s ass as he pulled him closer.

“God you’re so hot,” Blaine breathed out and Kurt thought he might lose his sanity. Kurt put his hands on Blaine’s shoulders and heaved himself up, with some help of Blaine’s hands on his butt, so his legs were around Blaine’s waist. Blaine turned on his heel so he was on the outside and Kurt’s back was resting against the mirror.

Kurt’s mind was growing foggier with every touch and all he could think about was Blaine and how his own pants were suddenly way too tight. Blaine’s hips jerked forward, and Kurt heard the boy moan at the feeling of Kurt’s cock against his own, even if it was through two pairs of jeans. Kurt knew he was close. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer and had a good feeling that Blaine wouldn’t either. As if thinking the same thing, Blaine’s hand found its way to the front of Kurt’s pants and began to stroke Kurt’s cock through his jeans.

It didn’t take long before Kurt was crying out into Blaine’s shoulder as his orgasm tore through him and shook his body. He could feel Blaine shuddering along with him and once they had both finished, Blaine rested his forehead against Kurt’s. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s middle and Blaine did the same as they stood there steadying their breath.

A few minutes later the door to the bathroom burst open and both boy’s heads shot up, expecting it to be the football players with more slushies. Instead, they found a shocked looking Finn standing in the door way. “Uh, are you guys, I mean, um, did you…” his brows knit together as he tried to form a coherent sentence. Suddenly his expression turned from shocked to confused. “Why is your shirt red?” But he seemed to figure out the answer as he spoke his question out loud. “They got both of you?” asked Finn, growing angry as his Big Brother side kicked in. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this,” Finn said and began to walk back out of the door.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Kurt heard Blaine say. Finn paused, body halfway into the hall, and turned back.

“Dude, seriously, let me handle this. I’m on the team with them. No offense but they’ll listen to me more than they’d listen to you.”

“No offense, dude, but this is between my boyfriend and me. And we can handle ourselves just fine.” Kurt was surprised at how deep Blaine’s voice was and how irritated he sounded. Finn stared at him wide eyed for a moment before shrugging slightly and walking out of the bathroom. Once he door was closed again, securing the couple behind it, Blaine sighed deeply and turned back to Kurt, who remembered that he was sitting on a very uncomfortable sink. Blaine helped Kurt down before smirking at him.

“What?” Kurt asked subconsciously. Blaine wet his lips before kissing Kurt hard.

“You, my dear, need to change,” Blaine said when he pulled back. Kurt looked down at his ruined shirt and pants before looking at Blaine’s equally disheveled attire. Kurt found himself smiling. Had they really just done that in the bathroom at school?

“Looks like we’re not going to English,” he murmured and took Blaine’s hand in his own. “C’mon.” He dragged Blaine out of the bathroom and toward the front doors of the school.

“Kurt Hummel, I didn’t know you were a ditcher.”

“Unless you want to go to class like this?” Kurt stopped in his tracks and Blaine smiled at him.

“Why not? I’m sure Mr. Brunner won’t mind. In fact, I’m pretty sure he’d encourage it. You know, I have this theory-”

“Oh God, I’m going home to get some clothes. You can go hang out with Brunner.” Kurt began to walk down the steps alone but heard Blaine’s footsteps start up instantly as he jogged to catch up to Kurt. Not a second later his hand was slipping into Kurt’s and they walked hand in hand to Kurt’s car.