Mr. Schuester gave his thanks to the Warblers, saying that they’d certainly given him a lot to think about in terms of their music choices, and that he appreciated them taking the time to give them such a performance. People had started to disperse as soon as they were done, and soon it was just the Warblers and New Directions standing there, chatting with each other.

Rachel had accosted Wes as soon as she was able, and seemed to be having an intense conversation with him – though if there was anyone that could deal with a barrage of questions from Rachel Berry, Blaine was pretty sure it was him. Jeff had moved on to Brittany, and that would have been an amazing and hilarious pairing if Brittany hadn’t looked so downcast and pouty. She kept whispering to Kurt, who was sitting stiffly next to her, an unreadable mix of emotions on his face as he kept shaking his head at whatever she was saying.

Kurt got up from the bench where he’d been sitting, pausing to say something to Jeff before making his way over to Blaine. He ran his hand through his hair, glancing up at the school. “I have your book.”

“My book?” Blaine asked, his brow furrowing. “What book? Oh, The Trial?” He’d let Kurt borrow it earlier that week, because he’d misplaced his copy and they were in the same English class – just different periods. It had felt nice to be able to have that moment, that normal and tension free exchange, even if it had been something as simple as a book being borrowed.

“Yeah, I forgot to grab it, it’s in my locker,” Kurt said, shrugging, shifting on his feet and his gaze flickering up to the building. “We could go up and I could get it for you. I know your class has a writing assignment about it due Monday.”

“I… sure?”

It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected Kurt to give it back, he just thought it was strange he was offering to do so right then. He had just planned on making a trip to the library if Kurt had needed it, though there had been the off chance of getting to meet up with him over the weekend to get it back and that would have been more than fine as well. As it was, he gave a half shrug and reached over to get his bag from where it was sitting beside Santana. She grabbed onto the front of his shirt and tugged him down to kiss his cheek, a move that made his cheeks flush slightly since his friends were all around and watching.

“Call me,” she added with a wink, and he swiped his index finger against the tip of her nose before turning to follow Kurt up to the building.

They made it in through one of the doors that was still unlocked, but the halls were empty and silent. It was eerie, considering how full of people and noise they usually were. Even after school, after boxing, when Blaine usually left there were people still milling around. Then again, it was Friday and there had been a concert going on in the courtyard – it really shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was that there was no one there. His adrenaline was still pumping after the performance and he even felt a little extra buzz from being there with Kurt, because they weren’t ever alone together anymore, and maybe that was why he didn’t realize they weren’t even in the right hall for Kurt’s locker. 

“Come on,” Kurt murmured, looking up and down the hall a few times before grabbing Blaine’s hand and tugging him into a small room off to the side. Blaine’s eyebrows raised, but he didn’t have much time to react before he was being pushed back against the re-closed door and Kurt’s mouth was against his, swallowing down the soft, surprised sound he made.

It had been so long since he’d kissed Kurt, because the one brief kiss they’d shared in his room weeks prior didn’t count, and he’d almost forgotten how easy it was to get lost in the feel of their lips pressed against each other. His hands ran up Kurt’s chest and over his shoulders, cupping the back of his neck and keeping him in close as he licked his way into his mouth, a quiet whimper escaping as the familiar, heady taste and feel of Kurt engulfed him. It was a kiss full of want and need, and almost desperation, but he didn’t care how it came across because he was kissing Kurt and that was all that mattered.

He felt like they shouldn’t, because everything was so annoyingly complicated, especially not there in the school, but he couldn’t pay much attention to sensible thoughts when Kurt was sucking on his tongue like that and he wanted more. It was easy to feel comfortable with something so familiar, the way Kurt’s breath would catch when Blaine’s fingers scratched lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck, how Kurt knew to nip just so at Blaine’s lower lip when he pulled back to make him sway on his feet.

And after all, wasn’t this exactly what he’d been hoping to accomplish with their final song choice?

Blaine released one of his hands from his neck, sliding it over Kurt’s chest and stomach and down to cup him through his jeans, and he broke his mouth away with a moan as his hand pressed in against his already hard length. He moved to kiss along his jaw, but Kurt pulled his head away. His pupils were blown and his eyes were wide, but the second part didn’t have anything to do with the steady way the heel of Blaine’s palm was dragging against his cock. It was fear.

“You can’t, someone could see,” Kurt whispered, his words broken apart with quiet gasps. “I bruise easily, remember?” Blaine really did, because he’d accidentally sucked bruises into Kurt’s skin on more than one occasion over the summer.

“Okay,” Blaine murmured, bringing his hand forward from Kurt’s neck to stroke his thumb over his jaw, right where he’d been about to kiss. One day, he thought, he would be able to kiss him as much as and wherever he wanted. But it wasn’t that day, and he had to work with what he was given – and the fact that he’d been given any amount to work with at all was still mind boggling.

His heart was pounding so hard against his chest as he leaned up and kissed Kurt again, catching his lower lip between his teeth and sucking on it. Kurt groaned low in his throat, his fingertips tracing down Blaine’s front until they were catching on the waistband of his pants and then down further still. Blaine shuddered lightly as Kurt’s fingers traced along the outline of his already straining erection, and he released Kurt’s lip from between his so he could bite his own to fight back a moan.

“Blaine…” His name was a half-whisper falling from Kurt’s mouth as he moved their hands out of the way and crowded into Blaine’s space, hips pressing in flush against his. Blaine’s hips jerked up automatically, and he whimpered at the feel of Kurt hard against his hip and the friction he got in return. He shifted slightly, bringing up one of his legs to curl up around Kurt, and it only took a few seconds before they were both rolling their hips in tandem, pulling little gasps and whimpers from each other.

Needing to be closer somehow, Blaine slid his arms around Kurt and held him tight. His fingers twisted into the fabric of his t-shirt, his face burrowed against the crook of his neck, and he just breathed him in and let himself feel. Despite everything else that was different about him, Kurt had the same sweet, musky scent that he always had, and his body felt the same as it always had, pressed in against Blaine. He was all lean muscles and strength, so familiar and the perfect amount of pressure and weight pushing onto him as he clung on closer and tighter.

There was no way he was going to last, not that Kurt seemed any better off. He’d been doomed ever since Kurt kissed him, since he realized that something was actually going to happen there in that little room shut off from the rest of the world. Heat pooled in his stomach as Kurt’s hands slid into the back pockets of his pants, and Blaine’s hips canted up slightly higher. Kurt’s thumbs hooked over the waistband of his pants, pressing in against the skin of his lower back.

Kurt groaned and pressed his face down against Blaine’s shoulder, trying to muffle himself as their hips bucked together a few more times before he choked back a moan, body trembling and stilling against him. Blaine freed his fingers from the grip they’d had in his shirt and slid them up into the back of his hair, stroking through it soothingly. He took in a shaky breath as Kurt’s hips started rocking into his again and Blaine’s fingers tightened in his hair as he came with a soft cry moments later.

Blaine let his leg drop from around Kurt’s waist and they stood silently, save for panted breaths passing between them, until Kurt let out a quiet noise that didn’t sound right at all.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked, swallowing hard to try and get the dry roughness out of his voice.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Kurt said quickly, and they both lifted their heads up to look at each other. Kurt’s eyes were brimmed with tears, and felt like a punch straight to Blaine’s stomach. “I shouldn’t have… we shouldn’t have…”

“Kurt, no, please don’t.” Blaine brought his hands up to cup Kurt’s face. “I can’t… this isn’t something I do. This whole summer, it’s not something that I’d ever done before. I don’t care, because it’s you, and you make me not want to care what I think I should or shouldn’t be doing. I get that things are complicated, way more complicated than I ever could have thought, and I’m not asking for anything from you. I just can’t be a regret, Kurt.”

Maybe it was fact that he was still feeling loose and sated from his orgasm that made all the words come out, because he hadn’t planned on saying any of them. He’d just meant to say something that would have made Kurt smile, or at least not look like he was about to burst into tears, but instead he’d said all that. His thumbs stroked lightly over Kurt’s cheeks as he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“I can’t be a regret. I can’t.”

“You’re not,” Kurt whispered, his hands sliding up out of Blaine’s back pockets and taking a step back. “I don’t regret this, I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “I can’t talk about it right now. Here.”

“Then later,” Blaine said, his hands dropping down to shove into his pockets. “But soon? I can’t just sit and wait, Kurt, I need something to work with here.”

“After the game tonight,” he said, nodding. “I’ll call, I can come over?”

“Sure, that works.” Blaine was honestly a little shocked at the agreement and plan he’d gotten so quickly. He also tried not to think about the fact that his parents had plans to be out the entire night.

They left the room, getting the book from Kurt’s locker to try and avoid suspicion should there be anyone still outside by the time they got there, and separated paths once they were out the door. Blaine glanced over his shoulder as he headed his car, and Kurt was looking right back at him. He kept that last fleeting moment with him as he went home, thinking forward to later that night.

Wes wasted no time calling him later, Blaine’s phone ringing just after the time they had normally eaten dinner when he’d been at Dalton. He’d been expecting it, though he wasn’t exactly looking forward to it.

“Evening, sir,” he answered, leaning back on the couch and trying to quench the preemptive feelings of being judged. “You guys were amazing today; I wish we could do that all the time.”

“I think we’re all aware of the musical triumphs that were accomplished today,” Wes replied, and he had that no-nonsense tone in his voice that made Blaine instantly aware the attempts at distracting him were going to be fruitless. “Is there anything you’d care to tell me? Your sudden foray into women, perhaps?”

“It’s not… what it looked like.”

“Oh good, because it looked like you and that Latina girl, who I think was trying to pick Thad apart after you left, had something going on,” Wes continued, making Blaine honestly concerned for Thad’s well being. “Which would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it? Because you’re gay.”

“Yes, I’m gay,” Blaine said, rubbing his forehead. “Wes, give me a chance to explain, please.”

He wouldn't be able to say anything that didn’t make it sound ridiculous, because it all really was, but he launched into it all anyway, leaving nothing out.  Wes was the most discreet and trustworthy person he knew, and it wasn’t like he was ever going to be around McKinley, so he didn’t skim over the details of why he and Santana appeared to be more than just friends. He spilled out everything that had happened with Kurt, except for their sneaking off into the school after the performance that afternoon, and just how frustrating it had all been.

“Wow.”

“Wes, I’m going to need a little more than ‘wow’ from you.”

“I have never appreciated Dalton more than I do in this moment.”

“Thanks a lot.” Blaine tilted his head back against the couch cushions and sighed. What he wouldn’t give to go back to Dalton, where life was much less complicated and he felt completely at home. Except that wasn’t an option, and he couldn’t be upset about it. “You’re very helpful.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Wes countered. “It’s just that I know we have our drama and our moments, but I couldn’t have even imagined anything nearly as convoluted as all that. You’re dating a lesbian, Blaine. You are actually, with complete knowledge, dating a lesbian.”

“It could be worse,” Blaine offered, biting his lip.

“How?”

“Well, at least Santana’s pretty?” Wes snorted, and Blaine smiled a little. “I’m kidding. Well, she is pretty but you know what I meant. I just… I don’t like pretending to be something I’m not, but I don’t know if I can be too mad about it because I’m helping her. Plus, I’m new there, but there has to be some reason that they’re so scared about being found out. Not that it’s ever really easy to be in that situation, but Kurt constantly seems terrified. It’s nothing like how he was all summer, you know?”

“Environment does a lot to shape how someone acts. I just think you need to be careful, Blaine. It all seems like a slippery slope – so many lies, something could go wrong so easily and bring everything down, and there are so many people involved and counting on it not going wrong.” Wes drew in a deep breath and let it out before continuing. “I think you should talk to the guidance counselor, or someone, about what’s going on. Not necessarily the details but I think you’re right – it seems like there’s an underlying reason, the fear, why this all has been deemed a necessary course of action. No one should have to hide like that.”

“I’m not sure if that’s my place, but I’ll think about it,” Blaine said quietly. Other than meeting with the guidance counselor once to go over his transfer, he hadn’t seen her at all. “Nothing like this would have ever happened at Dalton.”

“Well no, we’re kind of lacking in the girls department,” Wes countered dryly.

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes, I do. Please consider talking to someone, Blaine. If this blows up, it could make things even worse for everyone involved.”