Kurt’s only communication with Blaine was still notes and text messages. It had been a few weeks since their last “game”, but between homework, glee, and hanging out with his friends, Kurt hadn’t really had time to play.
He’d never said anything outright to Blaine about that, but Blaine seemed to know. Kurt often felt Blaine’s eyes on him in the hallway and knew that their playtime was far from over.

So when he opens his locker and a folded piece of paper falls out, he smiles.

“What’s got you so happy?” Santana asks, glancing over from her own locker.

“Found my notes,” Kurt replies, shoving it into his pocket. He slams his locker and heads down the hall and around the corner before reading it.

Janitor’s closet, West hallway. Lunchtime. I’m feeling playful.

*
Kurt avoids the main hallways as everyone heads to lunch, not wanting to try and explain why he was skipping out on food. If anyone asked later, he would just tell them he’d had to study.

Once the hallway is empty, he walks at a fast pace to the closet Blaine specified. Kurt loitered outside the door, looking around for him. A hand clamped over his mouth from behind him and someone gripped his arm tightly, pulling him backward.

“Shhh,” Blaine whispers, shutting the closet door behind him and locking it.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack,” Kurt snaps.

“Sorry,” Blaine replies, not looking sorry at all. “Hi.” Blaine bounces on his feet and Kurt can’t help but smile. They’ve got dim light thanks to Blaine’s cell phone lighting up on a nearby shelf.

“Hi,” Kurt says, suddenly breathless. He sets his satchel down on the ground, hoping it doesn’t get dirty. “So… what game are we playing?”

Blaine smirks. “Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

Kurt’s eyes widen and he stares at Blaine for a second. “Here?” he finally manages to ask.

“Yes,” Blaine breathes out, moving closer. Kurt suddenly feels like he’s being stalked, like he’s prey. Blaine moves forward and Kurt moves back, hitting the wall behind him. There’s nowhere else for him to go and Blaine’s pressed up against him before Kurt can even blink. “It’s been weeks, Kurt,” Blaine says, his face touching Kurt’s lightly as he speaks. Kurt fights down the need to shiver at the feel of Blaine’s breath on his skin.

“We’re in a janitor’s closet,” Kurt hisses. He’s not sure he can do this here. It’s dirty and smells like disinfectant.

“So?” Blaine asks, exhaling right in Kurt’s ear. He can feel himself growing hard and his face burns.

“It’s dirty,” he protests, his arms coming up to wrap around Blaine of their own volition. He certainly didn’t give them permission. “And it smells and people in the hallway could probably hear us.”

Blaine just smirks, raising an eyebrow at him.

Kurt’s mouth falls open a second time. “You… that’s what you…”

Blaine doesn’t answer, just looks at him while Kurt falters with his words.

“I thought we were keeping this… quiet,” Kurt whispers. “Do you not… want that?”

“If you want to keep this quiet,” Blaine murmurs, pressing delicate kisses to the side of Kurt’s face and into his neck as he speaks, “then you’re going to have to be quiet.”

“Oh,” Kurt says, because he gets it now. A part of him pushes away the idea that Blaine really doesn’t want anyone to know about them and what they were doing. He doesn’t like that feeling but he pushes it away. He’ll deal with it later, alone in his room, with the saddest music he knows. He’ll cry then.

For now, he’s got Blaine here in front of him and if this is all Blaine is willing to offer him, then this is what Kurt will take.

Blaine’s lips finally find his and Kurt moans. Blaine breaks the kiss with a chuckle. “You’re supposed to be quiet.”

“It’s just been awhile,” Kurt replies, blushing again.

“I could gag you,” Blaine teases, “if you think it’ll help.” Kurt’s first instinct is to push Blaine away, tell him that it’s a crazy idea – but then Kurt pictures it. Desire washes over him and his skin prickles. He’s too hot and the idea is almost too much. “Well,” Blaine continues. “I guess you like that idea.”

Kurt watches as Blaine pulls that same folded handkerchief out of his pocket, freshly washed. He wonders what it means that Blaine’s actively carrying it around. He doesn’t dwell on it long though, because Blaine’s unfolding it and lifting the fabric to Kurt’s lips.

“Just one thing,” Kurt says in a rush, “these pants are Marc Jacobs and I swear, Blaine, if something gets on them…”

“I won’t get them dirty.”

“And my hair, Blaine,” Kurt babbles on. Maybe they shouldn’t do this.

“Hush,” Blaine orders, his voice light and soft. Kurt stops in mid-sentence, startled. He looks into Blaine’s eyes for a moment and then slowly opens his mouth. The fabric is pushed between his teeth. Blaine ties it loosely behind his head, taking extra care not to muss his hair.

He doesn’t know what exactly it is that he sees in Blaine’s eyes but a feeling of peace sweeps over him. His skin buzzes with anticipation and Blaine doesn’t keep him waiting.

Blaine’s mouth attacks his neck, biting and sucking, hard. He’s going to have a mark. He knows he should be mad, that he should try to stop it, but secretly it sends a little thrill down his spine. He’s got plenty of scarves and he’s amazing with concealer. He can hide it. Besides, Blaine told him not to make any noise, and he’s not about to give Blaine the satisfaction of a sound when they’ve barely done anything.

Blaine frees Kurt’s shirt from his pants, wasting no time in sliding his hands up underneath it, touching Kurt’s bare skin. He moves, nestling himself between Kurt’s legs and Kurt bites down on the gag in mouth to keep from crying out. Blaine is hard, his cock pressing against Kurt’s through their clothes. He grips Blaine’s arms tightly in his hands, sure that his fingers are leaving marks through the fabric.

Blaine thrusts against him over and over and it’s all Kurt can do to remain upright. If Blaine wasn’t pressing him against the wall, he’d probably had sunk to the floor in a boneless heap already. His leans his head back into the wall, not caring what it could be doing to his hair and clenches his jaw tightly. No sound would escape from his lips, despite Blaine’s best efforts.

The only noise is their harsh breathing, Blaine exhaling right in Kurt’s ear as he moves. Kurt wonders for a half a second if Blaine actually intends for him to come in seven minutes or less and decides that it’s entirely possible.

Voices ring out in the hallway and Kurt meets Blaine’s gaze with wide eyes. Blaine cocks his head and then presses a finger to his lips in a shushing motion. Kurt shakes his head and Blaine smirks, nodding. The voices get louder as Blaine suddenly drops down to his knees, reaching for the button on Kurt’s pants.

He can’t believe he’s letting Blaine do this. Blaine tugs his pants down just to his thighs, along with his underwear. Kurt’s erection springs free and he barely has a moment to take a breath before Blaine’s mouth is closed around it, sucking hard. Kurt’s head hits the wall hard in response because oh god, Blaine’s mouth can do amazing things. It’s all he can do not to cry out.

His jaw aches around the gag now. It’s wet from his saliva and Kurt’s pretty sure he might be drooling and it’s kind of gross but none of that matters because Blaine’s mouth is on his cock and there are people in the hallway who might hear him if he so much as makes a sound.

He squeezes his eyes shut as Blaine works him over. Kurt’s hands grip Blaine’s shoulders, unable to do anything else but stand there and take it. His legs start to shake and he can feel his stomach tightening.

He glances down at Blaine and their eyes lock. The expression on Blaine’s face is enough for Kurt. His orgasm hits him sudden and hard and Blaine doesn’t blink, just swallows with his eyes trained on Kurt.

Kurt can’t catch his breath. The room is spinning a little and he’s shaking. Blaine stands, pulling Kurt’s pants up and fastening them. He gives Kurt a smile, a smile Kurt’s pretty sure that Blaine only reserves for him – it’s shy and so unlike Blaine’s normally tough exterior.

Nimble fingers untie the handkerchief at the back of Kurt’s head and Blaine pulls it free from Kurt’s mouth. Kurt massages his jaw and wets his lips, earning a groan from Blaine.

“Do you need me to…?” Kurt whispers, gesturing toward Blaine’s cock. He feels weird speaking after being silent for so long. Blaine shakes his head.

“I came when you did,” Blaine murmurs. “You have no idea how amazing you look when you come.”

Kurt blushes and sets about tucking in his shirt. The voices in the hallway finally move away and he can’t help the giggle that escapes.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Kurt tells him.

“I can’t believe you didn’t make a sound,” Blaine replies. Kurt shrugs, a little embarrassed. “It was hot.” Blaine puts his arms around Kurt’s waist and pulls him close, kissing him lightly. “And not a mark on your clothes, just like you asked.”

Kurt kisses him again, relishing in the taste of himself on Blaine’s tongue. He breaks the kiss and sighs. “We should probably go to class.”

Blaine smirks. “You can go to class. Some of us have to go to the locker room and shower.”

“Oops,” Kurt chuckles. “I’d apologize but I’m not even sorry.”

The bell rings in the hall and Kurt picks up his bag, opening the door just enough for him to slip through. “Next time, let’s not wait so long,” he says to Blaine, who raises his eyebrows. “I’m sure you’ve got tons of games we can play.”

With that, Kurt slips out into the crowded hallway, leaving Blaine staring after him.