Author's Note: Okay, so this one is very short and to-the-point. It get's pretty heated.

And yes, all the members of New Directions are magically in the same gym period despite the grade differences and the fact that it is nearly impossible for that to happen in high school. But hey, they all have the same lunch period magically to. This is Glee. Logic is not often in play. But that's why we love it!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, wish I did.

Kurt and Blaine have had the same gym period all year, and even in the short period Kurt attended Dalton they had the same gym period. But today, Blaine barely could resist the urge to pounce onto Kurt. Kurt's hair was disheveled, his gym socks were adorably resting at different lengths on his calves, and most of all his shorts were riding a little too high. Blaine's stare was aimed right at his boyfriend, his eyes swarmed with lust. He couldn't help but lick his lips, practically melting into a pile of goo.

"…Blaine? Dude….you okay?" Puckerman asked, slapping Blaine on the shoulder.

"Huh? Ow! What was that for?" Blaine blurted, managing to keep his eyes off Kurt and onto Puck.

"Get your head into the game! Were losing to the girls by 6 because of you!" Puck demanded.

Kurt, overhearing the conversation from where he was suppose to be benched but was practicing what looked to be cheer moves, turned to Blaine and smirked.

Blaine looked around; the locker room was practically empty. Kurt was near the mirror finishing up his moisturizing regimen, not that it was necessary. Blaine strode over towards him, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and resting his head on Kurt's shoulder.

"Hey." Kurt smiled, letting his eyes flutter closed and leaning into the touch.

"Hey, gorgeous." Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, his breath hot and heavy, letting it linger and beginning to kiss Kurt's incredibly smooth neck.

"Blaine, what are you-oh." Blaine began sucking on his shoulder, the skin reddening beneath him.

Then, being bold, Blaine swiveled Kurt around, plastering his lips to Kurt's.

He never really was into kissing in public places. Considering their situation, it was much easier and more comfortable to do privately, but Blaine just couldn't resist.

"B-Blaine." Kurt managed to say breathlessly.

Blaine departed his lips from Kurt and gave him a broad smile.

"What was that for?" Kurt said, his face flushed and breathing heavily.

"You really don't know?" Blaine said, kissing Kurt again.

"No." Kurt said in between heated kisses.

"You." Blaine said, pushing Kurt farther against the wall and reaching towards Kurt's shorts.

"What about me, Blaine?" Kurt mumbled, teasing Blaine. Oh, he knew.

"Shorts." Blaine mumbled back, darting his tongue back into Kurt's mouth and exploring.

"Incoherent much, are we?" Kurt teased.

"Always, for you." Blaine mumbled back, toying with Kurt's waistband.

The two continued to kiss heatedly and hungrily for the next few minutes, Kurt still pressed firmly against the sticky, linoleum tiled wall. They didn't progress much further than a few moans and slipping hands beneath cotton, until Kurt lightly pushed Blaine away.

"W-What?" Blaine stuttered, staring at Kurt with dark, lustful, bewildered eyes and red, swollen lips.

"Not here, Blaine. We can't do this here." Kurt said breathlessly, avoiding all contact with Blaine's hungry eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, Kurt." Blaine managed to say. "I just, you looked so hot and...and, Kurt, I wanted to wash away your bad memories that occurred in here. A new, blank canvas. To paint with memories of us in here, kissing, teasing, loving...I want you to not feel awful and guilty in here. And I know you are going to deny it, say that's all in the past and it doesn't matter. But, Kurt, I see the way your smile falls as you step in here, the way you cringe when a fist meets a locker. The way you hesitantly approach anyone in here. It kills me, Kurt. I can't imagine what it actually does to you." Blaine spilled, Kurt looking at him in awe, as Kurt's lips began twinging upwards.

"You're right, Blaine. This locker room,-bad memories. T-thank you, Blaine. Thank you." Kurt choked, his eyes becoming slightly watery as he fell into an embrace in Blaine's arms. "Thank you..." he continued muttering against the damp cotton of Blaine's shirt.

"I love you." Blaine mouthed into Kurt's hair.

"I love you so much, Blaine. So, so much." Kurt smiled into Blaine's chest, snuggling in closer.

"Now, how about we go tear it up at my place?" Blaine joked.

"Can I change, first?" Kurt pulled away, his eyes still puffy and looking so vulnerable.

"Hmm..." Blaine hummed, looking Kurt up and down and petting an imaginary beard. "I think I rather like the shorts, though."

"And I think I love the locker room."

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed! I know, everything I write turns out all fluffy and I just can't resist turning everything all heart-felt. And I don't want to write all the 'sexy' parts all descriptive-y, cause then I feel all dirty. :c I know, I'm weird.

Reviews, criticisms, complaints, suggestions, comments, anything, is always welcome!