Kurt was walking down the halls of McKinley, looking for Blaine, listening as his voice got louder. He was getting close. He had been on his way to French class when Cooper had come up to him, looking slightly distressed. "Blaine's pretty upset..." he had said. And then he had filled Kurt in on what had happened. Kurt immediately forgot about French class, and went to find Blaine. His boyfriend needed him right now. And he had to admit, he hadn't been the most supportive lately. Gawking at Blaine's brother for the past couple of days, when Blaine was obviously less than thrilled with Cooper. He could hear Blaine's voice clearly now. Singing Fighter by Christina Aguilera. He must have sung it a few times by now, because Cooper had said he'd been singing that when he ran off, and it had been a good ten or fifteen minutes since then by now. Kurt walked into the locker room, following Blaine's voice. Blaine was in the shower. Kurt looked around before speaking; They were the only two in the room.

"Blaine?" he called over the running water. "Blaine, honey? Can I...Can I join you in there?"

"Shouldn't you be off fawning over Cooper and taking notes on his every move?" Blaine spat back.

Kurt knew he didn't mean it. Knew Blaine always kept everything bottled up inside until he couldn't take it anymore, and he lashed out.

Kurt removed his clothes, and stepped into the shower. Everyone should be in class, so they had about 45 minute until anyone would be around.

"Listen, Blaine...I know I've been sort of an ass this week. You and Cooper obviously have some issues, and I should have talked to you about it. But instead I've been planning Senior Ditch Day, and taking notes in Cooper's stupid master class which I KNOW won't help me in the future. I guess I was just excited to have a celebrity around. Plus he's your brother. I wanted him to like me. But the point is, I haven't been the best boyfriend to you."

Blaine laughed, then.

"Coop's not a celebrity, no matter how cocky he gets. Don't feel bad for planning your ditch day. You deserve to have some fun once in a while."

"You can join us for ditch day, if you'd like. Mike's bringing Tina." Kurt said softly, stepping into the water, and wetting his hair.

"No. I'd....I'd just bring you guys down." Blaine sighed. "It's just that....Kurt...Whenever I see Cooper, it just brings back all my past insecurities. And when you...Never mind."

A look of realization appeared on Kurt's face as he remembered what he had said upon first meeting Cooper.

"Oh, Blaine sweetie." Kurt took Blaine into his arms, and they were both under the spray of the showerhead now. "When I said that Cooper was the best looking man in North America, I didn't...I wasn't...You know there's nobody out there for me but you. I was starstruck. I know that's no excuse, but it's all I've got. And I'm so sorry if I hurt your feelings."

"No, I should've....I've just always felt like the underdog, when it comes to Coop and me. Dad's always loved him more. And he may only do commercials, but at least he made it somewhere."

"You're not even out of high school yet. You've got plenty of time to make it big. And you will. I believe in you."

Kurt couldn't be sure, because they were in the shower, and everything was wet, but he thought he felt a tear on his shoulder. He pulled away from the embrace to look Blaine straight in the eyes; And yes, he was definitely crying; before leaning in, and taking Blaine's lips with his in a gentle kiss.

"I want to make it up to you, and I want to prove to you that YOU are the best looking man in all of North America." Kurt winked, before dropping his hands to Blaine's hips, and pepping feather-light kisses down the entire expanse of his neck. Blaine sighed, and Kurt dropped down lower, taking one of Blaine's nipples into his mouth, and sucking on it, eliciting a small gasp from Blaine. He then moved over to the other nipple, nipping and licking, before dropping to his knees, and kissing all the way down Blaine's stomach, stopping to suck a bruise into is hip bone. He then took the base of Blaine's half-hard cock in his hand. He kissed the tip, before putting his lips around the smooth flesh, and sinking all the way down.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine moaned, fisting his hands into Kurt's hair.

Kurt could hardly believe he was doing this. Giving his boyfriend a blowjob in the shower in the school locker room. Then again, he was sure they weren't the first couple to do such a thing. But it still sent a thrill down his spine.

He ran his tongue along the underside of Blaine's fully hard cock, and licked at the precome in the slit, before sinking all the way down again, and beginning a steady rhythm, bobbing up and down.

"Kurt, Kurt, I'm close." Blaine ground out.

Kurt hummed around his cock, and he nearly came right then. He tugged at Kurt's hair, pulling him up.

"Blaine, wha-"

Kurt was cut off as Blaine spun him around, pinning him against the tile wall. It was cold, and Kurt took a sharp intake of breath. But then he heard Blaine drop down onto his knees, and felt Blaine's hot tongue licking slowly down his crack. Licking, and licking. Never quite going down to Kurt's hole. Never getting low enough for Kurt to get any kind of relief.

"Please, Blaine." Kurt whimpered.

"Please what, baby?" Blaine asked.

"Please...Just...I want your tongue in me. Now."

Blaine obliged, spreading Kurt's cheeks apart, and circling his tongue around Kurt's opening a few times before pointing his tongue, and thrusting it in gently.

"Oh, God, Blaine. Don't stop." Kurt whined.

Blaine thrust in and out a few more times, before pulling out to circle his tongue around the rim again. He knew it drove Kurt crazy, and he was determined to do just that.

"Fuck. Please." Kurt cried, his fists balling at his sides.

Blaine licked a long stripe from Kurt's entrance, all the way up his crack, and then down again, shoving his tongue back in Kurt's puckered hole, reveling in the loud groan it elicited from the boy. He added a finger alongside his tongue, then, stretching Kurt out.

"Shit. More." Kurt begged.

Blaine removed his tongue, and added a second finger. He pushed in as deep as he could go, and crooked his fingers, hitting Kurt's prostate. Kurt let out a loud wail of pleasure, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

"God, Blaine. So good. You feel so good. Need more."

"Kurt, are you sure? We don't have any lube."

"I'll be alright. I just...I need you."

This had started out as Kurt wanting to make Blaine feel good. Wanting to make Blaine feel special and loved. And that was still the main intention. But he was realizing now how long it had been since they had been this intimate with each other. He'd been busy lately, and they were all worried after Quinn's accident, and the whole Karofsky ordeal, and when they had had time to hang out, they were rarely alone. He needed Blaine right now. Almost more than he needed air.

Blaine added a third finger, and Kurt let out a hiss of pain.

"Are you okay, baby? I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm fine, Blaine. I promise. Just...give me a second to adjust."

Blaine nodded. He knew Kurt couldn't see him, but he nodded all the same. He ran his free hand up and down his side soothingly, and kissed his spine.

"Okay. You can move your fingers now."

Blaine pulled his fingers back slowly, and then inched them slowly back in. He repeated this action a few times, before Kurt assured him he could go faster.

He sped his fingers up, and it wasn't long before Kurt was begging for more. He pulled his fingers out, thrusting his tongue into Kurt's hole a few more times, hoping the saliva would make this a little easier on him. They'd never done this without lube before, and Blaine was apprehensive.

"If I'm hurting you, please let me know."

"You know I will." Kurt said, craning his neck around to take Blaine lips in a soft, yet heated kiss.

"I love you." Blaine mumbled against Kurt's lips.

"I love you, too. So much." Kurt replied with a soft smile.

Blaine lined his achingly hard cock up with Kurt's entrance, and slowly pushed inside. Kurt held his breath. It didn't hurt as much as he had been expecting, but it was still a tad unpleasant.

"Are you-"

"I'm fine, Blaine. Everything's fine. Perfect. Just move slowly."

Blaine took Kurt's hand in his, tangling their fingers together, and resting them against the wall above Kurt's head. He pulled in and out slowly, paying extra attention to Kurt, and the way his body was reacting, looking for any sign of discomfort. He kissed Kurt's neck gently, nuzzling his nose into Kurt's cheek. Kurt turned his head, taking Blaine's lips in his in a slow, passionate kiss, as he continued thrusting, slowly and carefully.

This may have been one of the kinkier things they had done in their relationship so far; Honestly, they were in a shower at school; but it could be called nothing but making love.

The slow careful movement of Blaine's hips. The way they both, at this very moment, cared about the other person more than themselves. The fact that they both knew, no matter where life took them, that they wanted to go together. And that if some day, for some God awful reason, they were separated from each other, it was moments like this that they would carry with them for the rest of eternity.

And that's when Kurt realized, no matter how kinky they got in the future; And he was sure they would. Because he had ideas. He was just a little too afraid to say most of them out loud just yet; That he would always consider sex with Blaine making love. Because that's what it was. It was impossible for it to be anything but.

Kurt pulled away from the kiss slowly, looking Blaine deeply in the eyes.

"I love you so much, Blaine." Kurt said. And a single tear fell down his cheek.

""Hey, hey, shh. Don't cry." Blaine soothed, wiping the tear from Kurt's face. "I love you, too, Kurt. More than you can imagine. More than I ever thought I could love anyone."

He sped his hips up then, just slightly, hitting Kurt's prostate.

"Fuck, Blaine. Please. I'm so close."

"Me too, baby. Me too." Blaine said, reaching around, and taking Kurt's cock in his hand. He pumped it slowly, dragging Kurt's orgasm out of him at an agonizing pace.

"Please. Oh, God. Please." Kurt begged, rocking his hips up into the warm circle of Blaine's fist.

"Shhh." Blaine hushed him, attaching his lips to Kurt's neck, and sucking a large bruise there.

He felt the familiar heat in his stomach, and knew it wouldn't be long now.

He sped his hips up, angling himself to where he hit Kurt's prostate with every thrust. He increased the speed of his hand on Kurt's cock, and just like that, Kurt was coming in hot white streaks all along Blaine's hand, and his own stomach. He clenched around Blaine, and that's all it took to push the other boy over the edge. He came long and hard inside Kurt, moaning brokenly, his head thrown back.

He pulled his softening cock out of Kurt's hole before pulling the other boy back under the spray of the showerhead, and rinsing them both off.

Kurt kissed his temple, and then rested their foreheads against each other.

"I love you, Blaine. And I meant what I said last year. I'll never say goodbye to you. Nothing will change that. Not NYADA, not your commercial-famous brother," Kurt said, with a laugh, "nothing."

"I love you, Kurt. And I won't let you say goodbye. Not ever."

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him in for a lip-crushing kiss, and smiling all the while. He pulled away, and Blaine turned the shower off.

"Come on." Blaine said. "We've already each just skipped a class, and now we're both going to be walking around here wet. People will talk." he winked.

"Worth it." Kurt said with a grin, stealing Blaine's towel, and drying himself off.

"Really, though. It must be nearly time for 5th period by now. We can't miss another class."

Just then, the bell rang. Kurt threw Blaine the towel, and hopped out of the shower, quickly putting on his clothes.

Blaine dried off, and jumped out of the shower, smacking Kurt on the ass with the towel as he passed.

Kurt ran past Blaine, kissing him on the cheek, and shouting "See you in a bit!" before disappearing out the door.

Yep. This was definitely worth skipping French over.