Just another day of school at McKinley High. It had been two weeks since Blaine Anderson transferred, and things had been peaceful. With Dave Karofsky being part of the Bully Whips, Blaine was always protected from hallway harm - even if it was a little annoying to be escorted around the school every second of every day.

But it was worth it, Blaine had decided by his third day. And so, when he walked into school that Tuesday morning two weeks after he had transferred, he felt an uneasiness fold around him when Dave wasn’t waiting at the door of the school to take him to first period. Nonetheless, Blaine put on a brave face and walked confidently into school. He didn’t need Dave with him all the time - well, he didn’t really want Dave with him all the time, but the jock was persistent in keeping an eye on Blaine, so he let Dave.

Blaine headed straight to his locker and twisted the lock before opening the metal door. He looked at his reflection in the mirror for the briefest of moments and then pulled his chemistry and French books out and stuffing them in his bag. Slamming the locker shut, he turned and headed down the hall over to Kurt Hummel’s locker.

Kurt gasped as Blaine wrapped his arms around the taller boy’s waist. “Morning, Kurt,” he hummed in his ear. The hot breath made Kurt’s ear red almost immediately.

“Hey.” Kurt was trying to keep his breaths steady; Blaine knew just how to drive Kurt insane, and he loved using it to his advantage. “And to what do I owe the sudden PDA?” Kurt turned his head slightly to examine the boy holding him; slightly gelled curls, the eyebrows of a mad man, and the eyes of a puppy.

“Dave doesn’t seem to be around today, so I figured I might as well enjoy it while I can.” He flashed Kurt a goofy smirk, but Kurt answered with an expression of concern.

“I know it’s kind of annoying, but you have to let him do his thing. It was two months before I could walk down the halls without him and not get shoved into a locker or two. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Blaine’s eyes watered up a bit, but he managed to blink away the tears before Kurt noticed. He let go of his embrace and leaned against the locker bank, facing Kurt. “Thanks for caring so much, but I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Kurt chewed at his bottom lip, and Blaine quickly averted his eyes. God, Kurt looked so hot when he did little things like that. Blaine didn’t look back over at his boyfriend until he heard Kurt speak up. “Just be careful today, ok? I would text Santana to keep an eye out, but…” Kurt didn’t exactly trust the conversations between Blaine and Santana. Mainly because Santana always wants the details of everything, and will poke at any subject until she gets what she wants, and Blaine can’t keep a straight face after so long. “I think she got mono again over the weekend.” Good lie, Kurt gave himself a mental pat on the back.

Blaine just smiled, leaned in for a quick peck on the lips, and started walking backwards away from Kurt. “See you in French.”

“Vous voyez l�. Je t’aime,” Kurt waved back, then turned around and headed down the hall in the opposite direction to his English class.

Blaine’s brows scrunched in confusion for the slightest of seconds, but he didn’t feel like trying to understand what Kurt had said. Something about Blaine seeing. He did understand the ‘I love you,’ though. He turned around, smiling and nodding his head at the other students he passed, before reaching the lab.

The whiteboard was covered with information about chemical bonds and their properties, but Blaine didn’t pay it much attention. The corner of his notebook was covered with tiny hearts. He let out a silent sigh, adding yet another scribble to the growing collection, his unoccupied hand resting under his chin.

“Mr. Anderson?” The irritated voice broke him of his reverie, and he quickly wiped the smile off his face, looking up. He had expected to see his plump, stern teacher, but a tall blonde woman stood at the front of the classroom instead.

“Yes?” he asked nervously. Who was this person?

Her stare was more worried than her voice let on. “I called your name four times already. That was after calling off everyone else.”

Role call. Blaine’s name was at the top of the alphabetized list. Wait, but if she’d called his name that many times, and he’d just been, and…

Class had barely started. And Blaine had already went off into his own world.

“I’m sorry, Miss…” He’d never seen this woman before, and after squinting at the whiteboard, said, “Holiday.”

She gave him one last glance, then turned around to examine the board. Blaine looked down to his paper again, and didn’t see Miss Holiday look over her shoulder at him with a sly grin.

The other students were grinning, trying to hold their giggles and laughs, but Blaine tuned them out.

Until a large cardboard box was dropped onto his desk.

He looked up confusedly at Miss Holiday. She smiled innocently, “Would you mind going through all this and passing back everything?”

He was stunned. He didn’t even know the names of half the kids in his class, and this substitute was deciding to give him work? For what, zoning out for a bit?

He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t find any words, so he closed it and nodded quickly before attacking the many folders and papers scattered in the box.

She smiled again, then waltzed to the front of the class and pulled a guitar from behind the teacher’s desk and started strumming it, playing silly made-up tunes related to the lesson.

After a bit, Blaine was humming along, and the work he’d been forced into became partial to his focus, to the point he had forgotten his hands were still stacking papers and his eyes still scanning for names.

The bell rang all too soon. It startled Blaine, and he sat at his desk straightening the last of the stacks as his peers raced from the room. After setting everything neatly into the box, he pushed his notebook into his bag and slung it over his shoulder, then grabbed the box and walked over the Miss Holiday. “Here you are,” he said, setting the box down nervously.

“Next time you decide to daydream, could you please wait after role call? And don’t be too obvious about it, either. Trust me, it looks bad.”

Blaine looked toward the ground, avoiding the substitute’s eyes. “Sorry about that, ma’am.”

She smiled at him, “You didn’t really have to do all that work.” Blaine’s jaw dropped, and Miss Holiday couldn’t help but laugh. “I was joking about it, but you went ahead and did it, so I figured… But thanks for doing it. Less work for me!”

Blaine laughed, waved goodbye, and left. He shook his head in confusion as he walked down the hall. The French classroom was just past the choir room, Blaine had quickly learned by his fourth day.

It seemed someone else had learned as well. As Blaine turned a familiar corner, his eyes clenched shut at a burning sting of cold. A laugh sounded, getting quieter as the felon walked away.

Blaine quickly brought his hands to his face. He touched his eyelids delicately with his fingertips, trying to hold back involuntary tears from the irritation in his eyes.

“Blaine!”

His head snapped to the side at the sound of Kurt’s voice, and he opened his eyes for the briefest of moments before shutting them tight again at the new pain.

Blaine rubbed at his eyes, but was stopped when two icy hands grabbed at his wrists. He hissed at the sensation, magnified by the cold covering his face, but didn’t resist the tug.

He couldn’t see. Just hear and smell and feel. And taste. He stuck his tongue out to his lip nervously as he walked awkwardly behind Kurt. Cherry. Blaine hated cherries.

He heard a door open, and then the sounds of the hallway became muffled. It smelled oddly clean in here. Kurt guided Blaine to a stop, then let go.

“No one else seems to be in here.”

Blaine was confused, but didn’t say anything.

A thud echoed through the room, then the bell rang.

“Great,” Blaine said, “now we’re late for French.”

“Whatever.”

Again, Blaine was confused.

He felt Kurt’s hands around his wrists again, and was pulled again. Kurt let go and pushed lightly on Blaine’s shoulders, “Sit.”

Blaine obliged, a bit nervous. Kurt then told him to lean his head back slowly, and soon Blaine felt the back of his neck meet cold ceramic.

He hissed, but held himself there.

Blaine sat waiting, wishing the stinging would leave his closed eyes already. He could hear Kurt was fumbling with something, paper it sounded like.

“I hoped you would never have to experience that,” Kurt whispered as he walked toward Blaine again.

Blaine was expecting the towel to be pressed against his temple, his forehead, his cheek, but nothing happened. His skin tingled, feeling the brown paper hovering just above his eyebrow. But then, a light pressure skimmed down his jaw-line, leaving a hot trail where the slushie had previously been. He could hear the smack of Kurt’s lift, and had to stop his thoughts from conjuring an image of Kurt sucking his own finger.

He heard Kurt’s smile. “How convenient.”

Blaine was about to ask what Kurt meant, but his breath hitched as soon as he opened his mouth, because suddenly a warm, wet line was drawn across his neck from his collarbone to his ear.

“I love cherries,” Kurt whispered into Blaine’s ear, before nibbling at the slushied boy’s earlobe, then lapping at the shell of his ear.

Blaine bit back a moan as Kurt’s hot breath hit the back of his neck and the tiny nibbles left pink marks on his skin.

And then Kurt dragged his tongue across Blaine’s cheek and Blaine let out a frustrated sigh. When Kurt kissed his eyelids softly, Blaine could feel the grin.

And then Kurt kissed the tip of Blaine’s nose before grabbing the dapper boy’s bottom lip between his own.

Blaine should have expected the kiss, but without his sight he hadn’t. And that made the action so much hotter.

And then Kurt was straddling Blaine, and a moan hummed into the kiss and then Kurt stopped the soft bites on Blaine’s bottom lip and instead parted for the briefest of seconds to capture the boy’s upper lip and flicked his tongue lightly along the skin and Blaine let Kurt in and the two let their hormones take over.

And then Blaine bucked his hips, and Kurt stiffened, his tongue still. Blaine imagined his boyfriends’ eyes were wide.

Blaine began to open his eyes, but remembered the burn and decided not to.

And then Blaine was suddenly cold from the sudden absence of Kurt on top of him, of Kurt’s lips on top of his.

He felt the crinkled paper towel pressed against his forehead, and frowned.

“Kurt,” he started, uneasy, but Kurt cut him off.

“I’m sorry, Blaine. I hadn’t meant for it to go that far. Or anywhere at all, really.” Regret dripped from Kurt’s voice, but it was the same feeling in the pit of Blaine’s stomach.

“It’s cool,” Blaine lied, chuckling. “We’re in the middle of school. Sex in the restroom is so 2008.”

Kurt let out a small sigh, “It wouldn’t have gone that far.”

Blaine tilted his head toward Kurt, “But it would’ve been hot if it did.” Kurt was thankful Blaine couldn’t open his eyes, because his voice alone made Kurt shiver in anticipation.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Blaine. It’s unsanitary, it’s public, and it’s absolutely disgusting to think that people actually do it.”

If he could’ve rolled his eyes, Blaine would have. “I’m sure the people doing it aren’t thinking about the cleanliness or who’s around. They’re probably drunk or high by the time they get to school that they don’t even care.”

Kurt huffed, “Two things I would never do.”

“One of those needs an ‘again’ after it.”

Kurt stopped for a moment in his cleaning up Blaine, but started up again after a half of a second. “Not everyone is perfect Blaine.”

“Actually, no one is,” Blaine countered.

Kurt tsk’ed at Blaine’s correction. “I’m not the only one who’s gotten illegally drunk,” he pointed out.

“On a weekend in a friend’s basement late at night. I was sober by the time I went out in public,” Blaine snapped in retaliation.

Kurt had just finished wiping Blaine’s eyes, and when Blaine opened them, biting back the urge to shut them from the pain, he saw Kurt bent over his side digging through his bag. The fashionable boy’s jaw was visibly clenched.

His voice was tight, “Who told you about that anyway?” It came out angrier than Kurt had intended.

“Mercedes mentioned it after she had had a few drinks and I was still on my first,” Blaine admitted darkly, glaring at Kurt.

Kurt ignored the look, pushing Blaine’s head back over the sink with one hand and holding an eye-dropper with the other. Blaine flinched at the sight, and spoilers his eyes as Kurt brought it closer to his face.

Sighing in irritation, Kurt held Blaine’s eyelids apart and dripped the liquid onto the red orb, one then two. Blaine’s teeth clenched as he held back a grunt of pain, and after Kurt released his eye he blinked furiously. He brought his hand up to rub at it, but Kurt grabbed his wrist tightly and wrenched the limb down, setting it under his thigh. He did the same with Blaine’s other hand before putting two drops into Blaine’s left eye. Blaine fought to release his hands from their trap under Kurt’s thighs, but it was in vain.

He let out a whimper, but Kurt paid him no attention. He set his whole weight on his seat in front of Blaine, checking his wristwatch every now and then.

After ten minutes, Kurt stood up, grabbed his bag off the floor, and headed toward the door.

Blaine lifted his hands, stinging from having fallen asleep, but freezing from the sudden air contact. But after the first five minutes, Blaine had lost the need to rub a his eyes, which now were almost completely white around his brown irises.

“Kurt, wait,” he spoke, standing up and holding a hand out to Kurt, as if he was reaching for the boy.

Kurt paused in his walking, but didn’t turn and face his boyfriend. “Yes?” he asked, his voice dry from being silent for the past ten minutes.

The two had just sat there with tension hanging in the air. At one point a random red-head had walked in to check her make-up in the mirror, completely unfazed by the two boys seated at the center sink. Blaine was confused at her passiveness, but hadn’t spent a moment more on the thought after she left in silence.

“Thanks. Um, sorry about… yeah,” Blaine’s eyes dropped to the floor, even though Kurt couldn’t see.

“I do it all the time for the others. Don’t worry too much about it.” Finally, Kurt looked over his shoulder and scanned over his boyfriend from toe to head. “You might want to wash your hair before class.”

Blaine instinctively brought his hand up to his black locks, feeling the sticky mixture of gel and ice. Great, he thought. His eyes lit up for a moment, and he looked nervously at Kurt.

“Would you mind helping me out? It’s a little awkward to wash your own hair in a sink.”

Kurt stood stunned for a moment, but turned to the door without a word. Blaine frowned, and turned back to the sink, turned on the water, and ducked his head down under the faucet, careful not to hit his head.

He barely heard the click over the rushing water.

And then, there was a fist in his hair, and he was pulled out of the sink, his forehead barely grazing the edge of the spout. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror; a red line of irritation ran down to his left temple.

He didn’t get a second glance because he was roughly turned around.

Hungry lips crashed into his, and Blaine closed his eyes in instinctual surprise. He recognized the taste, but the motions these lips were making were new to Blaine, and he liked it.

His ass was pressed against the edge of the sink as slender dancer’s hips grinded against his. The mirror almost cracked under the pressure of Blaine’s face forced against it. His hands gripped the ceramic of the sink as the hand in his hair tightened, bringing an excited moan from Blaine’s throat. The other hand of his assaulter was around the side of his neck, the thumb rubbing tender circles against the back of Blaine’s jaw.

An irritated grunt came from the other boy’s mouth. The two parted lips for a second, and the hands were removed from Blaine.

They reached around Blaine and turned off the water before hooking under his thighs and lifting him up to sit on the sink. Blaine finally opened his eyes, meeting Kurt’s hungry gaze. He almost lost it. Then, Kurt was straddling Blaine and had pressed their lips together again, bucking his hips into the boy below him as he snaked his tongue around Blaine’s. Blaine was stunned for a moment, but then Kurt’s hand was in his hair again and Blaine’s hips rose and met Kurt’s and it was all they could do to not scream in ecstasy. Their moans were muffled by each other’s mouths, and it was only a minute before the rhythm of their hips was synced.

The kiss became sloppier as their bodies moved faster. Their chests were soon pressed together from the need to be close to each other. Blaine let out a stuttering moan, and Kurt knew what that meant.

He stopped, and Blaine grabbed Kurt’s ass and pressed the brunette’s hips down against his own, letting out a strangled whimper.

Kurt got off of Blaine, and Blaine opened his eyes wide, begging. “Promise you’ll be quiet.”

Blaine’s eyes widened in a mixture of fear and excitement, and he nodded slowly.

Kurt slipped his hand from Blaine’s hair, along his neck and down Blaine’s chest, then across Blaine’s right thigh, getting lower and lower as his hand trailed across Blaine’s clothed body, until he was finally on his knees.

Blaine gulped, gripping the sink even harder. They had never done this before. Granted, they had never done anything to each other in anything but sweats or pajamas, so Blaine reasoned with himself that this was necessary if they planned on staying in school for the rest of the day and not having to explain themselves.

He looked quickly over at the door, suddenly nervous. But then he remembered the click he’d heard earlier; that had been the lock. Blaine hadn’t even known the restroom doors had locks.
And then Blaine couldn’t conjure up any thoughts.

Kurt had already unzipped Blaine’s pants and pulled his erection out of his boxers. The cold hand around his member sent a shiver down his spine, and Blaine bit his tongue hard to hold back a whine.

Kurt was examining Blaine’s face the entire time. “Damn, Blaine. If that’s how you react from my hand, I can’t imagine what you’ll be like when I do this.” Blaine chewed at his bottom lip, his eyes shut and his head tilted back in preparation.

But nothing could have prepared him for the hot, wet mouth over the head of his dick. “Kurt,” he muttered, a strained whisper, “oh god.”

Kurt smiled around Blaine’s member, and licked at the slit while his hand worked the base of Blaine’s cock. He enjoyed hearing his name called in such a way. He popped the head out of his mouth, and Blaine whined at the sudden absence. Then he groaned as Kurt dragged his tongue along the length of the vein on the underside of his cock.

“Ohgodfuckyesdothatagain.” Kurt’s eyebrows shot up. He had never heard Blaine swear before. Not when they had grinded into each other behind locked doors while Kurt’s parents were out of town. Not when they gave each other hand jobs on a few occasions of sexual need. Not even when Blaine stubbed his big toe on the corner of the couch on his way for more popcorn for the movie the two were cuddled up together watching, when if Kurt had done the same thing would mutter a slew of profanities under his breath from the pain.

But all Kurt could do was give Blaine what he wanted. So, he licked at the vein again.
“Shityesjustlikethatohgodyes.”

Kurt liked this new side of Blaine. If he talked like this during a blowjob, then…

No, Kurt couldn’t think about that now. That part in their physical relationship was way far ahead of them right now.

Kurt lapped at the vein once more, earning more curses from Blaine, before taking the boy’s erection into his mouth again. Blaine could barely contain his moan as Kurt started bobbing his head back and forth over Blaine’s cock, his cool hand twisting around the base where Kurt’s mouth couldn’t reach without gagging himself.

Blaine couldn’t do anything but whisper Kurt’s name and a few profanities here and there, and keep himself from shoving his hips into Kurt’s mouth. His hands were aching, his knuckles white, but his grip on the sink only grew tighter as he let out a long, low, quiet growl.

“Kurt, fuck, I can’t, I just, fuck.”

Kurt could tell by the way Blaine was tensed that the boy was close. He put his spare hand on top of one of Blaine’s, rubbing reassuringly on the top of his hand, and Blaine nodded nervously, although Kurt had his eyes closed and couldn’t see; in fact, Kurt had kept his eyes closed the entire time.

Blaine let go. He kept his mouth shut, hoping to god the sound emitted from his throat couldn’t be heard through the tiled walls. He had half expected Kurt to pull his mouth off Blaine’s cock, but instead the brunette was sucking him dry.

“Damn, Kurt. I need a cigarette.”

Kurt almost choked on Blaine’s come, his eyes suddenly wide as he looked up at Blaine, who was still catching his breath.

After swallowing, Kurt let out a low chuckle. “Was it that good?”

By the time Kurt had tucked Blaine away and lifted himself up to be face-to-face with the dapper boy, his eyes were slits, his irises barely bordering his pupils, and his tongue running across his upper lip to catch the last bit of white from where it had dribbled down his chin out of the corner of his mouth.

Before Kurt could wipe the rest of the come from his face with his finger, Blaine had leaned forward and licked it off of Kurt’s face.

Kurt didn’t know how to react. He tried to keep his eyes from going wide, but his eyebrows shot up anyway. Blaine chuckled, his eyes completely black in lust. “I taste good, don’t I?” He raised one of his triangular eyebrows, keeping his eyes barely closed.

Kurt grinned, pulling a knee up onto the edge of the sink on the outside of Blaine’s hand. “Delicious.” Kurt would have never tasted himself in a million years, but seeing Blaine do it turned him on. His eyebrows lifted, “Would you like another sample?”

And then Kurt was kissing Blaine again, their tongues mingling, and Blaine moaning in the back of his throat at the taste of himself mixed with the aftertaste of Kurt’s spearmint gum that he chewed twice a day, once after first hour and once right after lunch.

A bang on the door brought them out of their make-out reverie, and Blaine panicked. “Shit, Kurt, we shouldn’t even be in here,” he hissed between his clenched teeth, his eyes shut tight as he tried to picture a skinned puppy he had seen while watching some animal rights video Rachel e-mailed him a week ago.

“Shut up,” Kurt whispered back, as another, louder knock sounded, then a voice.

“Whatever you’re doing in there, it better be a good reason to have the door locked.”

Kurt let out a sigh of relief as he rushed over to the door, flipping the latch to the left. Before he got the chance to open the door, Rachel had swung it open, hitting Kurt in the nose with the edge of it.

“Dammit, Rachel,” Kurt hissed, feeling the cracked bone. He glared at her, but she was staring at Blaine.

He waved at her nervously, not bothering to smile.

What are you doing in here?” she demanded, keeping her voice hushed as she let the door close behind her. She walked over to Blaine, anger in her eyes as she grabbed his wrist.

“Fuck, Rachel!” Blaine complained, yanking his wrist from her clutch and holding it in his other hand. He hadn’t realized until then how sore his wrists really were after being held by Kurt and then the pressure they had been put under while Blaine was gripping the sink.

Shit, Blaine couldn’t think about that. Not unless he wanted to be frustrated again.

Rachel was still angry, “Tell me what you are doing in the ladies room.” Her teeth were grinding against each other - oh, shit, grinding. Not a word to think about, Blaine - and her eyes were daggers.

Kurt spoke up again, as Blaine still couldn’t speak from the aftermath of what had just happened, of why he was in the girls’ bathroom, of why the door had been locked. “Rachel, get over yourself. He got slushied.”

Rachel was only slightly relieved to hear this. “But, if you were just cleaning up some slushie, why did you have the door locked? You come in here all the time when you get slushied.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, “Blaine’s never been slushied before, and he’s never been in the girls’ room before. Two openly gay guys that are dating each other, together in the restroom, might be a little suspicious to some people.”

Rachel sounded irritated, “Having the door locked is even more suspicious.”

Kurt couldn’t wipe the caught look off his face fast enough, and Blaine didn’t even try not to look at the floor in embarrassment as he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets.

“Oh,” was all Rachel could say.

“Well,” Kurt said hurriedly, “I’ve got a French test. By Rachel, Blaine.”

Just as Kurt was reaching for the door handle, the bell rang. Kurt visibly flinched, looked over his shoulder nervously, then threw open the door, getting lost in the crowd quickly.

Blaine was left to face Rachel. “So, how’s your solos coming along for Glee club?” he asked with a nervous smile.

“Just get out, Blaine.”

“Um,” Blaine started.

“What?” Rachel snapped, following his nervous eyes to the door.

Blaine took one of his hands out of his pockets and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m a guy. And not everyone in this school knows I’m gay. And if I walk out of here alone, they’ll think I’m half girl. If I had walked out with Kurt, they’ll assume things happened.” He looked to the ground, trying to fight the blush that told Rachel that the assumptions would be true. “If I walk out with you, they’ll believe I’m dating you. And that can either be good for you, or bad for me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rachel snapped at the last comment, but let it go. “Just hide out in one of the stalls until the bell rings. God, it’s not that difficult to figure out. Oh wait, let me guess, your mind isn’t working properly yet, is it?” She raised a knowing eyebrow, and all Blaine could do was chuckle and nod with a gulp.

Rachel laughed, waved goodbye to Blaine, and walked out the door. Blaine went into the last stall before the handicapped one, locking it and praying no one would come in. When someone did, he climbed silently onto the seat so whoever it was wouldn’t see his feet. The girl put on some mascara, fluffed her curly mane, and left.

The bell finally rang, and Blaine held his breath as he left the stall and pressed his ear to the bathroom door. When he didn’t hear any footsteps from the other side, he took a deep breath and barely opened the door, looked up and down the hall, then slipped out of the restroom.

He turned the familiar corner, silently thanking whoever was up there that no one attacked him, and then almost ate his words as a familiar grip wrapped around his wrist. He looked to the side at Kurt, who had a coy smile on his face as he dragged him over to the staircase.

Blaine was confused, “Where are we going?” His tone was hushed.

Kurt laughed, “Lunch, silly. Did you forget that there are only two morning classes?”

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, then shrugged. “After getting slushied and all for the first time, what did you expect?”

Kurt noted the extra emphasis on the ‘all’ and winked as he dragged his boyfriend down the steps to the lunch room.