Kurt Hummel was not a t-shirt and jeans individual.

His outfits were intricate, elaborate - never to be worn twice to the same place. His individuality was actually one of the many things Blaine loved about him. He loved the ridiculous and the extraordinary, and he pointedly ignored jabs at his boyfriend because of his style. It was all so very Kurt.

The glee club had called an impromptu meeting after school to run choreography for regionals, and they were all casually seated before the space where Mr Shue should be droning on about Journey.

Thankfully he - along with his 80's obsession- had yet to arrive.

A murmur of animated conversation settled in over the room. Blaine had an arm thrown carelessly around his boyfriends waist, even as the senior leaned forward to talk excitedly with his friends in the front row, gesturing wildly, completely oblivious to Blaine's fond gaze.

He studied his boyfriend carefully, eyes crinkling a little at the adorable little smile he had on his face, licking his lips absentmindedly as Kurt's oversized jersey fell a little further off his shoulder.

He probably looked creepy.

Sitting here and studying Kurt so intensely in the middle of pre-rehearsal buzz. Silent.

He couldn't help it!

He took in Kurt's expertly tousled locks, and carded a hand through them without thinking. 

Rachel and Mercedes promptly ceased all movement, even as Kurt continued to chatter. His sentence came to a slow halt.

"What?" Rachel nodded towards Blaine.

"You gonna let him get away with that?" Kurt frowned for a moment, glancing at his boyfriends carefully schooled features. He almost laughed at the innocent mask.

"You mean the hair?" They nodded rather violently, and this time Kurt did break down into chuckles.

"Seriously guys? He's my boyfriend. I don't care." They stared levelly at him for several seconds. Mercedes spoke incredulously.

"You actually let him mess up your hair. Whenever he wants. You." Kurt shrugged.

"It's not like he hasn't done worse." Their eyes widened comically.

"Excuse me, white boy?" Kurt blanched a little.

"I said… what?"

"What?"

"What." Blaine laughed gently, his arm instinctively tightening around Kurt's waist.

"I think you've confused them love." He shot him a glance. His eyes clearly pitying at his boyfriends intense stupidity.

"That was the aim, Blaine." 

"What do you mean he's messed it up worse than that? Was that your attempt at a dirty joke? Kurt? I don't know whether to be appalled or proud of the abandoning of your baby penguin ways." Rachel faux sniffed nostalgically. Kurt gave her his best bitch face.

"I was just being honest. Let's forget I said anything, okay?" Mercedes oohed dramatically, and Blaine shook with silent laughter, leaning in closer to his boyfriend.

He wrapped the arm that wasn't already slung around Kurt's waist over his other hip and clasped his hands together around his front, effectively fastening Kurt into his arms. He kissed his ear affectionately as the girls giggled.

Kurt attempted to glare at him, but just came off amused, leaning back into his embrace.

There was a loud gasp. Followed by a barely suppressed snigger. Four heads swiveled to uncover the source of the noises. Apparently, enlightenment wasn't destined to come, because all they were given was a couple of stunned faces. 5 or 6 other members of the glee club had yet to catch on to whatever shocking development had brought Finn and Santana's conversations to a close.

The divas looked inquisitively at the pair. Finn's head ducked in embarrassment, and Santana grinned in her very best cheshire fashion. She promptly nudged Puckerman, who was lounging next to her, and nodded towards the group furthest to the front of the classroom.

Puck's head swung around, and his eyes widened the tiniest bit, before his nonexistent brain to mouth filter spewed the first thoughts that jumped into his tiny little mind.

"Hey Hummel. 'S that a hickey?" Kurt didn't move. Blaine felt him stiffen in his arms, and could see his chest stilling, as if breathing would tip off their now silent audience to the existence of the rather prominent bruising on his clavicle.

Puck shifted in his seat, amusement clear in his boyish features.

"Don't even answer that. I know my hickeys. 'N that's a whopper. What were you up to last night lady lips?" Blaine licked his lips rather nervously, which unfortunately just brought attention to him.

"Nice placement Blaine. Very discreet." He was trying, he really was trying to be embarrassed, but he couldn't help but feel a tad smug. Kurt was his. It felt a little lame to be so macho and proud of a little thing such as a hickey. Not that this one was exactly little.

It was huge.

Anyway. He was just pleased at what it represented. And a little happy just thinking about when it had been received. He flushed a little for a reason other than embarrassment.

Finn frowned heavily at him, though the others in the club looked just tickled at the club gossip that seemed to be scarcer and scarcer nowadays, with all the happy couples.

It seemed that Kurt's fashionable, semi off the shoulder top had slipped a fraction to expose the usually pristine skin of his lower neck. He had specifically warned Blaine about being careful with placement, to avoid general awkwardness around Burt, or their friends. Then he had to go and wear that ridiculous contraption he called a shirt, and expose their private moments for the world to see.

Santana guffawed rather obviously at their discomfort, clapping a hand on a tense Finn's shoulder.

"Your brother's gettin' it on with gel-head over there, and you and Berry have yet to make it to second base!" She chortled to herself, ignoring Finn's confused denial of the misconception. 

"It's always the quiet ones, isn't it."

Mercedes grinned at the boys, who were still wrapped in an embrace.

"Hot." Kurt groaned, and tore a hand away from Blaine's at his middle to tug the shirt up to an appropriate height.

"It's not a big deal guys. Seriously." Puck smiled wickedly.

"Oh, but it is. Up until, the only action you got was with, and I quote, 'the tender crook of your elbow'." Kurt blushed furiously again as Blaine stifled laughter in his shoulder.

His eyes flashed rather dangerously as he glanced around the room of teenagers - hormone bombs and break ups waiting to happen.

"Look. I may be feminine, or whatever, but I'm still a guy, and I have a boyfriend, and sometimes things happen. At least I know where I stand in my relationship. You-" He jerked a thumb at Puck.

"Slept with so many girls, that you're actually going around a second time. You have the emotional range of a mop, and your commitment usually lasts about as long as a stick of gum. Much like Finn, who can't decide who's more likely to put out, Rachel or Quinn, and has decided to switch off between them until they realize he's an absolute moron and dump his ass. Sorry Finn." Fin glowered a little to himself in the corner, but didn't speak.

"Or Santana, who's had exactly one relationship that counted, despite sleeping with the entire male population of McKinley." Santana shrugged, unashamed.

"Or Sam, who's after a taken woman, or any of you guys. So yeah. Maybe I am experimenting with this relationship thing." Santana snorted at his choice of wording.

"But aren't all of us? It's high school. That's what we do. So, I'll repeat. It's no big deal."

He finished his little outburst, huffing a bit from the exertion. Blaine looked at him in complete awe.

"That was really hot." Kurt smirked at him a little, then let out a little squeak of surprise as Blaine tilted him back dramatically, one hand supporting his neck, the other sliding down his side, and promptly kissed the life out of him.

Immediately it seemed, grudges were forgotten. Santana smiled at Brittany softly, who grinned obliviously back. Sam's eyes met Mercedes across the room, and she gave him a wistful little tilting of the head. Finn squeezed Rachel's hand. 

After a few moments of gag-worthy sweetness, Puck whistled appreciatively at the couple in the middle of it all, who were still going at it.

Kurt's hands slid up into his boyfriends hair, completely oblivious, as Blaine continued to deepen the kiss, a hint of a smile on his lips. Finn shifted awkwardly again.

"Guys? Guys... there are still people here." Blaine shifted so that Kurt was at an even more extreme angle, pointedly ignoring the outside world. Until a more distinctive cough broke them out of their pleasant little bubble.

"Kurt, Blaine. Do you mind if we perhaps, start rehearsal now?" Blaine broke away abruptly at Mr Shuester's sudden appearance among them, and slid Kurt gently into his own chair at his side.

But not before he growled out a barely audible later in Kurt's ear.