Drabble for Iman. And for all those who are snowed under with revision for exams right now. Hang on in there. :)
Set in Dalton days after the two boys got together.
"Uuuugh." Kurt groaned, flopping face first onto the bed, head disappearing into the pillow. Blaine looked up from where he was wrestling with an algebra problem, brow furrowing in concern.
"Something wrong?" He asked. Kurt groaned something into the pillow, and Blaine's cheeks flushed a little as his mind went...elsewhere at the groan. Clearing his throat and fighting to keep his blood from rushing south, he put his pencil down. "You know, using words might be more useful..." He pointed out.
Kurt lifted his head and glared at his boyfriend half heartedly with one eye. Blaine gave him a pointed and unaffected stare right back and the countertenor huffed, flopping onto his back. "Latin." He grunted.
Blaine's smiled sympathetically and nodded, eyes on his boyfriend (and he loved using that word now). "Having trouble?"
Kurt nodded, tipping his head back into the pillow as he covered his face with his hands. "Yes," He complained loudly, though the sound was muffled through his fingers. "I don't know how you understand that stuff! All the translations and that vocab and..." He let out a noise and pulled his hands away from his face, pouting as he rolled onto his side. "It hurts my head." He muttered.
Blaine smiled and got up from his position on the floor, picking his way over his books to come and lie down beside Kurt. "Well," He began, taking Kurt's hand and linking their fingers together. "If you like, I can always tutor you." He offered. "I mean, I needed tutoring when I got to Dalton." He admitted with a careless shrug that Kurt couldn't take his eyes off.
"R-Really?"
Blaine hummed, bringing their entwined hands up to kiss Kurt's knuckles. "Yeah, I was so far behind the rest of the class when I transferred in. So I got a good tutor and I was up to snuff in no time." Blaine recounted, smiling as Kurt rubbed his thumb across the part of Blaine's hand it could reach, sending warm tingles through Blaine's stomach.
"I guess...that doesn't sound too bad...you know any good tutors?" Kurt asked, smirking a bit at Blaine.
"Oh, I dunno, there are one or two I'm sure would be more than willing to help out..." Blaine grinned back. Kurt giggled a little and squeezed Blaine's hand, leaning in to rub their noses together. "And if all else fails," Blaine continued when Kurt shifted back a little. "Just remember: illegitimi non carberundum." He enunciated clearly.
Kurt wrinkled his nose. "What does that mean?"
Blaine smiled widely, all teeth and crinkles around his eyes, as Kurt's breath caught in his throat. "Don't let the bastards get you down." He whispered, before leaning in and kissing Kurt.
"That," Kurt gasped as Blaine's lips moved to his neck. "I can do." He promised, as he rolled on top of his boyfriend, all conscious trains of thought disappearing.
