Kurt's lips pressed gently onto Blaine's neck. They were in Kurt's classroom after school. Blaine had English the last period of the day and they had made a habit of having a little fun after the final bell had rung. Kurt started to tug on Blaine's Cheerio uniform, trying to get his shirt off without getting gel in the fabric. Those things were hard to clean.

Just as Kurt got the shirt up over Blaine's head, the young cheerleader resisted, "Mr. Hummel–"

"Blaine, how many times do we have to go over this? If we're going to fuck you might as well call me Kurt. You make me feel old."

Blaine let out a deep chuckle. "Well you shouldn't. Even though you're practically a decade older than me you are still the hottest piece of ass at this school, no matter what Santana says."

Kurt laughed, "Thanks for the compliment? I'm just going to go ahead and say that it was a compliment, because I am way too turned on right now to be offended." Blaine tore Kurt's belt away from his dress pants like he was Indiana Jones whipping away on an adventure.

Blaine threw the belt onto the ground and forcefully kissed Kurt. Blaine stopped for a moment, almost in such a way that seemed apprehensive. "Kurt?"

Kurt stopped kissing his neck, breathing heavily from lust. "What? Sorry, bad hickey placement."

Blaine shook his head, "No, it's not that. I'm just worried that we're going to get caught."

"Blaine, we're not going to get caught. The door is locked and practically all of the teachers leave right when the bell rings. It makes me look like I'm doing overtime. In fact our little love affair has caused some praise and ignorant recognition from the school board, so if anything I'd like to keep this going for more than one reason." The one and a half adults shared a laugh. They both loved sex-filled innuendos more than they loved sex itself.

They laid on the ground. Even thought it was tile, they didn't mind the cold that was encasing their bare backs and legs. They rolled around in a pit of sensual exchanges until Blaine pulled back to look at the English teacher below him. He marveled at how his jawline was so strong, how his hair was still perfectly coiffed mid-coitus and how completely gorgeous he looked. He was the most beautiful man Blaine had ever had the pleasure of knowing let alone make love to. Usually Blaine would just think this to himself and let the pleasure take over his emotions, but today was different. Blaine knew that Kurt thought the same way about him, and that made Kurt even more breathtaking than usual.

"Kurt."

Kurt was breathing heavily again. "Yeah?"

Blaine lifted himself off of the twenty-something year old. "Look at me," he said forcefully.

Kurt took notice and basked in his student's glow for a moment's time.

Blaine continued with all of the passion in the world as he uttered the three words he had feared he would never hear Kurt say. "I love you, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt smiled, then leaned upwards to peck Blaine's cheek.

"And I love you more than you will ever know, Blaine Anderson."