"Have you seen Kurt?" Blaine asked, stepping up to Mercedes as she sat having an animated discussion with Tina in the choir room. Mercedes was trying not to smile at Blaine. He could tell from the way the corners of her mouth curled up ever so slightly. He didn't know whether to prepare to be comforted or terrified by what was about to come out of her mouth.

"Not since first period," she said, the look on her face morphing into a sugary sweet grin as she spoke.

Terrified was definitely the right option. She wasn't smiling at him like she thought it was cute he was wondering where Kurt was. She was smiling like she knew something.

"It's just that I'm singing my first solo in here today, and-"

"He'll be here. You know he wouldn't miss something like that. Especially not without telling you about it first," she said, relaxing into a more natural and trustworthy smile. Blaine nodded before climbing to the back row and sitting down.

He wasn't nervous about singing. He was never nervous about that. But, things were a lot different in New Directions than they had been with the Warblers. From what Kurt had told him, he would have to work really hard to get a solo. They'd all heard him sing before, but this was different. He wasn't used to having assignments from a teacher that he had to perform without countless hours of rehearsal. Right now, he only had three days worth of work in on his song that 'spoke the words he wasn't brave enough to say out loud.'

It was a weird assignment, but Mr. Schuester seemed like the type who was always trying to motivate his students to search within. It wasn't something Blaine had done much in the past few years, and it was as exciting as it was scary. Especially since every person in the room would know exactly who he was singing to, including Mr. Schue.

Blaine had volunteered to go first, though. He figured that he might as well just get it over with, and he really did feel prepared. But, he wanted his boyfriend there not just for moral support, but also to hear the words Blaine had been preparing to sing to him.

Ever since their sexual relationship had heated up over the summer, they'd been even better and more comfortable with each other than they had been before. Now, he wanted to make sure that Kurt knew that in addition to daily worshipping his body and the many wonderful things it was capable of doing, Blaine really did love him. Those coveted words weren't just something that slipped out post-orgasm. Kurt was his first love, and Blaine never wanted him to forget that.

So, he'd been practicing "You Had Me At Hello" by A Day to Remember ever since he'd found out about the assignment. It wasn't the Top 40 song that Kurt accused him of constantly tending toward (though Kurt was right, he definitely did that), and that was what made it special. The lyrics were important part, not who originally sang it or what radio station you might find it on.

The rest of the students filtered in, some wrapped up in each other like Brittany and Santana, others looking exuberant like Rachel, and others looking like they'd just finished sucking each other's faces off like Puck and Lauren. When Finn came in, he froze for a second and gave Blaine a long look before going to sit next to Rachel. Blaine held his breath the entire time, wishing that he was wearing a maroon shirt that could have possibly made him blend into the chair to avoid that stare.

He deserved it, though. Using Finn's football pads to live out a fantasy with Kurt in that unbe-fucking-lievably sexy Cheerios uniform probably hadn't been the wisest choice he'd ever made. Even though Finn had ultimately caught them in their fun, every second that Kurt had spent bent over the bed (polyester nightmare of bright red pants that he looked way better in than should have been possible shoved down to his knees) was forever filed in the "Do Not Ever, EVER Forget This Moment" folder in Blaine's brain.

As the bell rang, signifying that class was officially starting, Blaine couldn't help but slump a little in his seat. Kurt was still missing in action, and disappointment flooded over Blaine leaving him pouting and staring at the door. He didn't want to sing the song if Kurt wasn't there. Everyone would smile knowingly after he finished, and he'd go back to his seat, the words never reaching intended ears.

Mr. Schuester stepped to the front of the room and clapped his hands together.

"Okay, everybody. Today we start pouring out our hearts in song. Remember, these don't have to be love songs. They can be about anything that you've wanted to say out loud, and this song speaks it for you," he said, "Blaine generously offered to start things off, so-"

"Mr. Schuester, if I may," a voice said from the doorway. Everyone turned to find Kurt striding into the room, practically gliding on the polished floor in his knee-high boots. God, why did he have to be wearing those boots? Blaine's mouth instantly went desert dry.

As Kurt moved to stand beside Mr. Schue, Blaine's eyes raked over his boyfriend's body. In addition to the boots that just inherently did things to Blaine, he was wearing a pair of black leather pants that looked like they were made specifically for Kurt's amazing figure. On top, he was wearing a dark gray military-style jacket that hit right at the top of Kurt's hips, leaving every part of his body accentuated by those damned pants clearly, wonderfully, mouth-wateringly exposed.

Blaine swallowed hard, but it felt like his throat had been suddenly lined with sandpaper, and he coughed a little at the sensation. He thought that he saw Kurt smile a little at the sound, but he had just gotten done whispering something to the band and it was probably about that.

"I guess Kurt's going to go first instead. Blaine, do you mind?" Mr. Schuester asked.

Blaine tried to answer, but no sound came out. Kurt had turned around and his ass looked amazing, prompting the sandpaper in Blaine's throat to turn to superglue. He just shook his head instead and tried to smile when all he wanted to do was lick his lips and run to the front of the room to maul Kurt on top of the piano.

That sounded like a pretty great idea, actually. Blaine added it to the lengthy mental list of perversions he had planned for Kurt just as the room started to fill with silky smooth chords. Kurt gave Mercedes a little smile, and Blaine's stomach dropped to his feet. That was a knowing smile, much like the one Mercedes had given him when he'd asked about Kurt's whereabouts.

Kurt wasn't randomly late. This was planned.

Uh-oh.

Kurt sidled up to the crook of the piano and rested himself against the gleaming black surface, looking around the room and intentionally seeking out each person's gaze but Blaine's. The almost predatory look on his face made Blaine shiver. It was one he'd seen before. Lots of times. Like the night before when Kurt had made up his mind that he was going to go down on Blaine in the living room even though Burt and Carole were just on the back porch enjoying the warm evening. It was Kurt's "I have a sexy plan" face, and Blaine didn't trust it at the moment. Not in front of the glee club. Not in front of Mr. Schue. Whatever was up Kurt's perfectly tailored sleeve wasn't wholesome or pure or something that should be done in front of others.

A light bulb illuminated in Blaine's head, and he sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. The punishment that Kurt had been promising him for the two counts of embarrassment Blaine had caused in the last week was happening right the hell now. The boots, the pants, the sultry look in Kurt's eyes were all part of the torture. Figuring out Kurt's plan didn't ease the situation growing in Blaine's jeans, though, and he crossed his right ankle over his left knee as if that'd help. It didn't. Especially not when Kurt started to sing.

It feels so good
You lying here next to me
Oh, what a groove
You have no idea, how it feels
My hands just won't keep still
I love you, baby
Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you

Blaine was torn. Part of him still wanted to go ravage Kurt on the piano, and the other part wanted to die on the spot because Finn had already turned around to give him a dirty look, and Mr. Schue's face was turning almost as red as Kurt's uniform pants.

Bad Blaine. Stop thinking about those.

Kurt pushed off the piano and moved to the center of the floor, practically moaning the lyrics. Each gutturally delivered line sent shockwaves straight to Blaine's dick, and his gaze drifted to the bulge resting below Kurt's belt buckle. Amazingly, it hadn't grown at all in the last minute. Blaine was dealing with a full-on erection at this point, straining so hard against his underwear and jeans that he was chomping down on the inside of his bottom lip to draw some of his brain's attention away from the pain down there.

I just wanna hold you
Run my fingers through your hair
Ooh
Outta sight
Uh-huh, right there, you like it like that
Closer
Come here, closer, close
Oh baby
Oh baby

"Okay, Kurt. I think we have the idea," Mr. Schue said, rushing to Kurt's side to put a halt to the song.

"I wasn't finished," Kurt replied, though he didn't sound terribly put-off or surprised by the interruption.

Their teacher laughed nervously and clapped a hand to Kurt's shoulder before lightly pushing him in the direction of the chairs. A smattering of applause broke out, but the lack of clapping wasn't due to Kurt's singing. He had sounded amazing. What he had been singing about, however, had left people more to snickering and sneaking peeks in Blaine's direction than celebrating Kurt's brilliant vocal styling.

Blaine reached for his messenger bag on the seat beside him and pulled it onto his lap. If anyone had taken even a fleeting look at his crotch, they would have seen just how much he had appreciated Kurt's performance, but Blaine didn't want anyone to see. Besides Kurt, that was.

"All right then. Blaine, are you ready to go?" Mr. Schuester asked. Blaine froze, eyes open wide as his fingers dug into the soft tan leather of his bag.

"Actually, I think I'll wait until tomorrow," he said, his voice a little lower and rougher than usual. He cleared his throat and found that the superglue had disappeared as soon as Kurt had sat down next to Mercedes. The two had wiggled the tips of their fingers together when Kurt had settled in, but Blaine had missed that while he tried to think of anything that would make his erection go away: dead puppies, Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day, the look on Finn's face when he'd burst into the kitchen mostly naked and smack in the middle of roleplaying with Kurt. Do not think about the roleplaying, Blaine!

"That was some pretty stiff competition," Santana said without turning around.

"I'd be happy to go now, Mr. Schue!" Rachel bubbled from the front row, leaping up and immediately launching into a talk about whatever she was going to sing. Normally, Blaine would have loved to hear Rachel perform, but at the moment, all he wanted was to get out of the room as fast as possible. Away from their embarrassed teacher and Santana's knowing remarks and Kurt's delectable leather-covered ass.

Kurt turned around to look at him, giving him a wicked little grin that screamed "I told you I'd get you back", and it sent a throb straight through him. He winced at the pain, slid his arm through the strap of his bag, and stood, carefully hiding the front of his jeans as he practically bolted from the room. It had been rude to leave like that, but if he hadn't, he would be dealing with a wet spot on the front of his pants. Leaving had definitely been the better choice.

As soon as he made it to the bathroom, which was mercifully empty, he dashed into a stall and locked the door. Getting his pants unzipped was hard (pun intended), and he grimaced as he clawed the fabric away, groaning out loud in relief as he finally liberated his aching hard-on from his snug jeans. He only had a minute or two before people would get suspicious. Well, more suspicious than they probably already were. He raised a hand to his mouth and licked a slobbery trail across his palm and fingers before grasping himself.

Blaine dropped against the wall as he rapidly slid his hand up and down, twisting his grip slightly the way he liked and grazing his thumb over the swollen and leaking head with each stroke. It wasn't going to take long. His body was strung like an overly sharp guitar string, ready to snap at any moment. As the remembered sound of Kurt breathily singing those "Ohh"s moved through his mind, he came hard, back arching and his head snapping back to thunk against the light green porcelain tile.

"Blaine? Are you okay?" Mr. Schuester asked.

Blaine stilled and held his breath as his heart thudded hard against his ribs. What had he heard? How long had he been standing out there? As the door to the hallway shut with a gentle thud, indicating that Mr. Schue had only entered a moment ago, Blaine finally let out his breath.

"I'm fine," he said, his eyes taking in the cum all over the floor and the wall across from him.

"You just ran out of the room so fast, I thought you might be sick," Mr. Schue said.

"I'll be right back in," Blaine told him, sure that Mr. Schue had to know given the mess on the floor and fact that he was standing strangely at the side of the stall. Thankfully, he didn't say anything else and just left, leaving Blaine to rapidly clean up the floor and wall with a wad of toilet paper, wash his hands, and make his way back to the choir room feeling much more comfortable than he had a few minutes earlier.

"Are you okay, Blaine?" Kurt asked when he returned. Blaine narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend slightly before returning to the back row.

"I'm fine," he said again.

"Then why is your face all red?" Brittany asked. Kurt rubbed a hand over his mouth to mask his laugh at that, and Blaine dropped his bag to the floor.

"So, who wants to go next?" Mr. Schuester queried, looking slightly manic as his eyes scanned the room.

"You know what, Mr. Schuester? I think I will go today," Blaine said, standing and heading for the front of the room. With each step he took, he thought hard, his previous plan immediately abandoned. Turn about was fair play, and if Kurt had just gotten done with punishing Blaine for his previous offenses, then he needed to add a few more logs to the fire.

If it was all smoldering eyes and sexy lyrics and leather pants, Kurt could punish him any day.


Lyrics from "I'm Gonna Love You Just A Little More, Baby" performed by Barry White.