When Kurt sees Blaine appear alongside Santana at the first football game of the season, he can literally feel his jaw drop. Mercedes has to nudge him and actually close his mouth. Snapping out of his daze, Kurt watches Blaine move around the field. Oh, okay. Apparently Blaine was just hiding his dancing ability behind the two-step when he was with the Warblers.

Kurt has to sit down the rest of the performance. When the music finally ends, Blaine points to Kurt in the stands, and the smug little bastard actually winks at him. He knew exactly what he had just done, and he was proud about it.

Excusing himself from his friends, Kurt stands up just as the football players hit the field.

“Where are you going?” Rachel asks.

Kurt smiles, “Bathroom.”

It’s not a lie, he thinks to himself. He is going the bathroom. Just the bathroom with lockers in it, the one with showers. Known to most as the locker room. No, he had just stretched the truth a little bit. Or a lot. Depending on how you looked at it.

Kurt tugs his jacket around his torso as he opens the door to the locker room. Santana’s on her way out, and gives him a knowing smirk, “Hobbit’s over that way.” She points towards the shower. Kurt nods, and locks the door behind Santana once she leaves.

He walks slowly, trying to hide his presence as he rounds the first set of lockers. Blaine’s on top of the bench, dancing and swaying as he sings silently into his comb.

“Making yourself at home?” Kurt asks, crossing his arms against his chest, laughing slightly as Blaine almost falls of the bench.

Blaine catches his balance, and jumps down gracefully, “Aren’t you supposed to be watching the game?” he asks, obviously confused.

Kurt closes the distance between them, slamming Blaine against the lockers. “Don’t do that,” he says, his hands travelling up Blaine’s chest.

“Do what?” Blaine’s voice cracks slightly as Kurt’s fingers begin to move up and down his exposed biceps.

“Don’t you play dumb with me, Blaine Anderson,” Kurt slides his index finger under the tight cloth, pulling and then snapping it down against Blaine’s skin, “You know exactly what you were doing out there.”

Kurt takes a step back, pushing his own coat off his shoulders and placing it on the bench, turning his attention back to his boyfriend, “I saw you wink at me. You danced like that, wearing clothes like that and you knew exactly what you were doing.”

Blaine shivers as Kurt’s hand begins to slide underneath his Cheerio’s shirt, and his arms instinctively come up to Kurt’s hips, “Can you kiss me, please.” he says softly, a pleading look in his eyes.

Kurt’s mouth is on his almost instantly, tongue licking against his bottom lip, begging for entrance. Blaine obliges, one of his hands moving from Kurt’s hip to the of his neck, trying to bring him closer.

Their mouths stay fuzed together, and soon Kurt’s hand is dropping to Blaine’s thigh, pulling his leg around his waist and pushing him harder against the lockers, “I can hold you,” Kurt says, “Give me your other leg.”

Blaine leans the majority of his weight on the lockers behind him, and Kurt lifts him up quickly, smothering his neck with bites and and licks, “This okay?”

“Oh, god yes.” Blaine pants, his hips rocking forward against Kurt’s, “Just, please. Don’t stop.”

Kurt growls something indecipherable, and Blaine’s head bangs against the metal with the force of Kurt’s movement, “You’re so hot like this.”

Blaine’s fingers wind themselves through Kurt’s hair, tugging gently, making Kurt moan, “Like it when I pull your hair?” he breathes, his head smashing backwards again.

“I like whatever you want to do me,” Kurt replies, his tone of voice rough. “Blaine.. shit- I can’t.”

Blaine attacks Kurt’s mouth again, his tongue winning the bottle of dominance as they rut against each other, desperate for release.

Kurt pulls away from the kiss, his head dropping against Blaine’s shoulder while he legs begin to shake, “I-I’m close, B-Blaine,” He manages to say, his movements becoming erratic and more urgent.

Blaine sneaks a hand between them, pressing his palm firmly against Kurt’s erection, his fingers squeezing gently, “Come for me,” Blaine rasps, his own hips thrusting furiously against Kurt’s and his free hand claws furiously at Kurt’s back.

“I.. fuck.” Kurt slams Blaine into the lockers as he comes hard, and his body quivers with the force of it. He’s breathless, and Blaine is still moving, trying to get his own release. He pushes his hand against Blaine’s cock, pumping him twice over his pants before he screams as his own orgasm takes hold.

They sag to the floor together, and Blaine stares at Kurt with a smirk on his face, “So do I get to still be on the Cheerios then?”

“Honey, you can put on any uniform you want.” Kurt answers weakly, still short of breath.

Blaine stands up then, taking off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Kurt watches him, eyes raking over his chest, “Where are you going?” he asks, almost choking on his words.

“For a shower. You’re more than welcome to join me if you want.” Blaine says, that stupid smile on his face as he saunters towards the showers.

Kurt watches him for a moment before standing up and following after him. They still had some time before the team came back.

Kurt was going to take complete advantage of that time.