Blaine and Kurt had arranged to meet for lunch. The plan was to meet at half past, and then Blaine would drive them to the Lima Bean. However, when Blaine pulled into the McKinley parking lot at 12:30 sharp, Kurt was nowhere in sight. It was not like Kurt to be late for anything.

Five minutes passed, and still no sign of him. Blaine could feel the worry building in his stomach, and he was starting to feel a little nauseous. His mind had always been excellent at coming up with the worst, and right then he was picturing Kurt abandoned unconscious in a dumpster or being wheeled into an ambulance half-dead.

Don’t be ridiculous! Blaine told himself. There was no ambulance in sight, and Kurt had promised him that the bullying had pretty much stopped. No-one had tried anything since prom, and it had surprised Blaine that Kurt had Karofsky to thank for that. The football player was clearly still feeling a lot of remorse over what he’d once put Kurt through. However, that didn’t put Blaine at ease any.

Finally, after another ten minutes of tense waiting, his phone buzzed with a text from Kurt.

Sorry honey, had a run in with the hockey team, meet me in the girls toilets across from the choir room? - K xxx

Blaine typed out a hurried reply, and then quickly hopped out of his car. He was in such a rush to check that Kurt was alright that he forgot to lock his car, and had to turn around and run half-way back across the parking lot to lock it again. Once he’d managed to locate the correct corridor, he jogged down it, ignoring the strange looks his Dalton uniform was garnering, and burst into the toilets.

“Kurt?” He asked, breathless.

Kurt was standing over the sink, furiously trying to rub something off his coat. “...Brand new McQueen, don’t they have any resp- Blaine!”

He turned around sharply to reveal himself covered in what had to be Grape flavoured slushie, for his face and clothing had taken on a purplish hue. His hair was soaked and had been pushed back, and his face was also still dripping wet. Clearly, he’d attempted to clean his clothes first, and Blaine had to bite back a small laugh, because that was so typically Kurt.

He gave Kurt a sympathetic smile. “What happened? I thought all this had stopped?”

Kurt nodded. “So did I, but apparently the hockey team were just lying in wait for Karofsky to clear off so they could carry out their next attack. The football team are on a trip today, so I guess they took the opening. Three of them cornered and slushied me.” He shuddered, and then continued. “I’ve gotten so used to not getting slushied that I haven’t been bringing a change of clothes for weeks and now I’m going to have to wear these for the rest of the day because I have that damn French oral next and I cannot afford to miss it.”

“Kurt, sweetie, we don’t have to go out for lunch. I can drive you home so you can get changed instead.” Blaine suggested gently, in an attempt to soothe Kurt’s growing anger.

“That’s not the point!” He snapped. “These clothes are ruined, and so is my day, and now so is your lunch. I don’t want for you to have to give up your lunch just because some Neanderthals have decided to make my live a living hell again! I’m sick of it, Blaine! I didn’t do anything to deserve this hate, just because I love another boy!”

Blaine unintentionally tuned out of Kurt’s rant, but only because hearing Kurt say that he loved him always sort of dazed Blaine, and when Kurt was standing in front of him, pulling off his coat to reveal an almost see-through shirt, shouting and gesticulating violently, Blaine felt that he couldn’t be blamed for tuning out what Kurt was saying, because Kurt looked incredibly hot.

Blaine hadn’t ever felt a lust quite so strongly towards Kurt before, although that was not to say that he didn’t lust after him - he was a teenage boy, after all. But Kurt was clearly getting very passionate in his rant, and his passion was doing all sorts of things to Blaine. Namely, it was turning him on and clouding his mind.
Abruptly, without ever consciously deciding to do it, Blaine lurched forward and grabbed Kurt by the waist, pinning him between the sink and Blaine’s own body. The breath left in Kurt puffed out, and he down at Blaine in alarm. The shorter boy growled and fisted his hands in Kurt’s hair, pulling his face down to meet his own.

Kurt, who had noticed the dark colour of Blaine’s eyes, was no longer bewildered - in fact, he was just as eager. Their lips collided, and this kiss was not sweet.

It was all teeth banging and tongues warring and lips being bitten. Blaine’s hands pulled on Kurt’s wet hair as Kurt’s hands clutched at Blaine’s shirt. The sound of their groans and moans were muffled by one another’s mouths. This kiss was rough, it was angry and it was desperate. It was also fucking perfect.

Until the door banged open. The boys leapt apart, and Kurt hastily attempted to flatten down his hair whilst Blaine smoothed down his shirt and less than discreetly wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

Brittany stood in front of the now closed door, squealing, “DOLPHIN KISSES!” and clapping excitedly. Blaine stared at her without comprehension whilst Kurt turned bright red.

“Brittany!” Kurt shouted over the top of her. She paused.

“Yes, Kurtie?” She pouted.

“Can you go use the other bathrooms please? I’m trying to clean slushie off me.” He spoke to her slowly and encouragingly, and Brittany nodded eagerly.

“Sure!” She grinned, and flounced out the room.

Kurt watched her go, shaking his head. Then he turned around to face Blaine again and flushed slightly. “Hi.”

Blaine laughed and pulled him in for a hug. “Hello. Sorry about that. You simply looked very delicious. I couldn’t help myself.”

“I looked delicious? Blaine, I’m soaking wet, I’m all sticky and I smell like grapes.” Kurt laughed sadly, but the way his arms wrapped tightly around Blaine told Blaine that he wasn’t really all that bothered.

“I happen to like you sticky...” Blaine whispered into his ear, and Kurt laughed again, much louder, but this laugh was also accompanied by a sharp slap across Blaine’s left bicep.

“Stop it, you’re terrible!” Kurt grinned, and pushed him away. “Let’s get out of here.” He sighed.

“Come on, I’ll take you home and we can get a McDonald’s or something on the way.” Blaine smiled at him, and Kurt looked back at him in horror. He shivered again, and Blaine quickly pulled his Blazer off and helped Kurt into it. He grinned as he brushed a bit of fluff off the lapel and was reminded of the day he’d met his boyfriend.

“I never thought I’d be wearing one of these again.” Kurt laughed softly as he gazed at Blaine.

“You know you love the Blazer!”