“Blaine, come on, we’re going to be late. How long does it take you to get ready? If we miss the start, Rachel’s going to strangle us. Well, you at least, because there’s no way I’m taking the blame. In fact, screw Rachel. I want to see it too; you know The Sound of Music is my favourite.”

Blaine answered from the bathroom: “Oh, wait. What’s the date today?”

“The 8th. What does that have to do with anything? Hurry up!”

“Oh no, I just looked at the tickets, and they say it’s on the 9th. Man, do I feel stupid!” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. Kurt could tell something was up.

“Blaine! I told you to check the dates, I could’ve sworn-” Blaine stepped out of the bathroom, just as Kurt was about to bang on the door. He was holding the tickets out, not that Kurt noticed. Not that Kurt cared about the tickets any more.

“You can check them if you want.”

Kurt was taken aback. It’d been so long. He’d forgotten how good Blaine looked in that damn blazer.

“Hey, you.” Blaine had tilted his head forward, almost pouting. Kurt wanted to cringe. He wanted to laugh and make a sarcastic comment about this whole schoolboy thing. But nothing was coming out of his mouth. It just hung open in utter disbelief as he felt his heart beating in his… His everything. He just about managed to whisper “Hi”, swallowing hard. Blaine smirked. He smoothed down his tie.

“I thought you hated the blazer?”

Kurt said nothing. Blaine straightened his lapels.

“I thought it forced everyone to conform?”

Kurt remained silent. Blaine casually slipped a hand into his jacket pocket.

“I thought it lacked personality, the colours were dull, the-” Before Blaine could say another word, Kurt had launched himself at him. He pinned Blaine against the wall, clutching at his collar and kissing him aggressively. It was fast, deep, hot, and the fact that it shut him up was a bonus. Blaine’s cocky demeanor had disappeared, and his remarks had been replaced by a mixture of whimpers and groans. The tickets fell to the floor. Kurt paused and pulled back. Blaine tried to follow him and keep their mouths together, but Kurt pushed him back against the wall. With one hand still on the blazer, he used the other to grab Blaine’s face. He squeezed it until he was making a weird fish face. Blaine tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but Kurt was firm. He pressed his forehead against Blaine’s. Blaine looked up at Kurt, full of frustration and longing.

“Now you know how it feels to really look forward to something and have it snatched away from you. Maybe next time you’ll think before you play with my Von Trapp-loving heart like that.” He loosened his grip on Blaine’s face, but kept a hold of his chin. He pulled back again, looking down at him through narrowed eyes. “You bastard.” His lips were thin as he glared at Blaine and tried to keep a straight face.

Blaine looked at the floor, wriggling his face away from Kurt’s hand and feigning remorse. “I’m sorry. You deserve better than that. I’ll just leave and think long and hard about what I’ve done.” He tried to slide past Kurt, who immediately put his arm in the way, shoving him back into the wall.

“No, no way. You’re not getting away with it that easily. I think I need to teach you a lesson.” They smirked at one another, before crashing their mouths together again.