rt Hummel really is the most beautiful boy you've ever seen.

There you are, leaning up against the lockers, and you're sure he's saying something, and you're certain it's very interesting, but the way his silk scarf is wrapped around his neck, only leaving an enticing sliver of his throat bare is really distracting. Because, see, you have a bit of a thing for Kurt Hummel's neck. You know it's a little odd, but it's so smooth and white and oh you just want to run your tongue all over it, press little kisses into it …

"…Blaine?" and he's waving his pale hand in front of your face to snap you out of your daze.
"Uh, yeah?" but your voice comes out too deep, bordering on husky, so you hurriedly clear your throat. You can feel the blush slowly rising on your cheeks, and that tantalising little smirk of his only makes your face turn redder.
"May I enquire as to whether your present thoughts are of an un-dapper nature, Mr Anderson?" he says too innocently, and god if the way his throat moves as he speaks doesn't do crazy things to you. You can't even respond with anything other than an incoherent syllable, but he can see where your eyes are fixated, and damn if he isn't a filthy tease.
"Do you like my scarf, Blaine? It's new. I got it from-" But then you completely lose interest in whatever-the-hell he's saying, because he's taking it off. And not even 'just taking it off', he's doing a freaking strip tease with the damn thing. He's unwinding it, slow as you like, making sure that his fingertips linger a little too long on the flawless skin of his throat, stroking himself, and oh! The whole time his face is that of an angel and his stance casual, but he can't quite keep the glint of devilish amusement out of his eyes.

And you? Well, let's suffice to say that you're doing your best not to jump him in the middle of the corridor. You can't help your mouth hanging open though, lips parted, air gusting in and out at far too fast a pace. And you may or may not be drooling.

Well, it's off now, and you simply can't stop yourself from reaching out and ghosting the very tips of your fingers across his Adam's apple. He swallows loudly, and you shiver as it bobs beneath your touch. You lean in close, way beyond caring if people are looking at you, and you brush your lips across it, feathering tiny kisses all over it. You can feel Kurt sighing into your hair and his pulse beating double time. He grabs your face, pulling it up so he can put those lips of yours to better use. He's about to crash his own, exceptionally pretty, lips to yours, but you pull away at the last minute. You see that pretty mouth slip into a pout, and he's about to ask why, but you go up and tiptoe and position your mouth veryclose to his ear, your curls tickling his cheek.

"Because you're a teasing, exhibitionist whore," you whisper, as sultrily as you can, and then you saunter away. You only look back once, but it's enough to make you laugh out loud –his face is a ridiculous mix of 'wounded puppy', 'outraged soccer mom' and 'ridiculously turned on'. It's so cute that you go running back to him and pull him into a hug. You press a chaste kiss into his lips and he sighs contentedly.

"And, Kurt? I love your scarf."