Blaine turned around, and frozen. His boyfriend clearly just got out of shower - the only thing he was wearing, was a white towel hanging low on his hips. Blaine could already feel like his mouth watering, while his eyes locked on Kurt's beautiful body, his flawless porcelain skin, lean muscles, long smooth legs, and his long lean neck. He could still see the hickey which he made two days ago. Blaine felt the familiar warmness in lower parts of his abdomen, and his thoughts started wandering to very dangerous places. He could already see himself hovering over Kurt, his boyfriend's hair sweaty, and glued to his forehead, he could see himself kissing and licking flawless, and pretty flushed skin, and then he'd move to Kurt's neck, biting and sucking on that special spot, and he knew Kurt would moan shamelessly with his cock hard and heavy, pressed against Blaine's thigh. Then Blaine would start sucking on Kurt's nipple, placing open wet kisses on his chest, abdomen, hip bones...

His train of thoughts was interrupted by Kurt's voice.

"Finn, are you even listening to me? Finn? I'm talking to you! Stop staring at me like that!"

Blaine blinked.

"Um...Yeah, sorry about that..." he stopped for a moment. "...d-dude."

Kurt gave him a long glance.

"Okay." He said slowly. "Go downstairs, and wait for me, I'll be quick. But please, don't eat anything, we don't have time for that if we don't want to be late."

With that Kurt turned back, and disappeared in his room.

Blaine practically ran downstairs, trying not to trip over his own, way too long legs. He entered the kitchen, poured himself a glass of cold water, and drank it quickly. He was still half-hard from the sight of Kurt's perfect body.

"No,"  he thought. "Get your shit together, Anderson. What is Kurt going to think when he'll see that his step-brother just got a boner from looking at him? Think about something horrible like... dead puppies. Boobs. Vagina."

When he calmed himself down, he started franticly looking around the house. Burt must have already left to work, and Carole probably had early morning shift today. At least in that case he was lucky. He really didn't need anyone to make thing more awkward then they already were.

Blaine sat down next to the counter, and waited for Kurt. After a few minutes he heard familiar steps, and next thing he saw was his boyfriend, looking gorgeous as ever, dressed in a white crisp shirt, simple black vest, and tight dark jeans, sinfully showing off Kurt's long lean legs, and perfect ass. Blaine was pretty sure he used all his self control no to moan at Kurt's sight. The only thing he wanted at that moment was rip to his boyfriend's clothes off, bend him over the counter, and fuck him roughly.

"Blaine, don't go there," he reminded himself. "Vaginas, vaginas, boobs, dead puppies"

"Finn, are you okay?" Kurt asked. Blaine could hear concern in his voice. "You look a little pale."

"My sweet, beautiful Kurt, always worrying about the others" he thought. And then he said aloud:

 "No, no, I'm fine. It must be something I ate for dinner yesterday."

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I've been telling you for ages that you should start eating healthier! One day you'll get really sick from all the junk food you're eating."

Blaine bit his lip.

"Yeah, maybe you're right."

They walked out of the house, and after they've shut Navigator's door, Kurt started the engine, asking cheerfully. "You're ready?"

‘Oh God, I'm not.'

"Never been more ready in my life." Blaine mumbled.

Kurt gave him a suspicious look.

***

Finn looked at himself in the mirror, "I hope I didn't, broke up any rules that exist in gay dress-code," he sighed deeply. He'd chosen huge pink bowtie, red polo shirt and washed-out pink pants. Finn didn't like it, but at least it looked like something what Blaine would wear.

There was a soft knock on the door, and a small, dark-skinned woman - most surely Blaine's mother - poked her head into the room.

"Honey, are you ready?" She looked at him, and her eyes widened with surprise. "Oh. You didn't use gel, that's new. Is something wrong?"

 She looked truly concerned, and Finn wasn't sure whether she was joking or not.

"N-no, I've just... I've thought that maybe I should give my hair some rest," he replied with a nervous smiley.

Mrs Anderson titled her head to the side.

"Are you sure, honey?" She asks. "That's a big step. I mean, you've always been so insecure about your hair. Maybe for a start, you could simply use... slightly smaller amount of gel! Hm? What do you think?"

Finn blinked a few times.

"Uhm... Yeah, I think... I think I'll do that! Thanks...ugh, mom."

The women smiled warmly.

"You're welcome. But you need to hurry up if you want me to give you a lift. If you won't be ready in ten minutes, you'll be forced to take a bus, and I know how you hate it."

And with that she was gone. Finn went to the bathroom, and with a quiet sigh applied small amount of gel.

Fifteen minutes later they were on their way.

"I like what you did with your hair Blaine," said Mrs Anderson, smiling warmly. "You should style your hair like that more often."

Finn gave her an awkward smile.

"Thanks."

When they reached school, Finn waved Blaine's mother goodbye, and relieved, got out of the car. He had to find Blaine as quickly as it was possible. They needed to figure out how to fix this mess together.

"Thank God," he muttered to himself when he saw Kurt's car in a parking lot.

As soon as he walked through school's door, he immediately started looking for Blaine. For the first time in his life, he was grateful for his height. Finn Hudson was something that was hard to miss. In the other hand, Blaine's body was so horribly short, and he didn't quite understand how Blaine could stand it.

Finn quickly noticed a few not-so-friendly glances the other students.

"Do I look weird? Or is it how gays are treated around here?" he thought. "No, that's, stupid. Blaine was a cool guy it shouldn't matter whether he likes girls or guys."

Finn walked down the corridor, and that was when he saw Blaine - well, Blaine in his body but still. He was just about to call his name, and catch him, but then he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Kurt with a small smile on his lips.

"Hi honey," said Kurt and started leaning in to kiss him.

Finn was flooded with cold sweat.

"What to do, what to do? I can't kiss my brother!"

 The only thing that came up to his mind was sort of a low blow, but he didn't have any other choice.

"K-kurt! Don't kiss me! I..." He stammered. "I've got... herpes!"

Kurt frowned.

"Where? I don't see it..."

Finn felt the panic rushing through his blood.

"It's just... forming! I don't want you to catch it too, because I know you won't forgive me that."

Kurt looked at him for a moment, and then sighed.

"I guess you're right," he said eventually. "Walk me to my first class, and since we have time, could you please tell me why the hell did you dress up like a huge candy? You look like Sugar Motta. And I thought we've agreed that you won't be wearing that obnoxious bowtie! But, I have to admit, I like your hair. You should wear them like that more often."

When they reached Kurt's classroom, Finn gave his brother a squeeze on a shoulder (It seemed right since he's seen Blaine doing that sometimes), and he literally started running down the corridor to find Blaine. He had no idea what was Blaine's school schedule anyway, but he was hoping that Blaine wouldn't mind skipping one day of school.