AN Hi, so this is what happens when I can't sleep. I wrote it, like, five minutes ago, so sorry for any mistakes. I'm off to sleep now, it's 2:30 am here :P

Disclaimer: I don't own Klaine or Hot. They belong to Ryan Murphy and Avril Lavigne.

Blaine was slowly driving Kurt insane.

At first the whole no-touching-below-the-belly-button rule was sweet. Now, after month of dating and sweet, but just too innocent touches, Kurt have had enough. He wanted to rip off this awful uniforms that looked so bad on him while at the same time looked so sexy on Blaine and…

And that showed just how much Kurt was desperate. Month ago he'd never even think about taking off Blaine's shirt, or, Evil Dwarf forbid, his own for that matter.

He tried talking. He really, really tried. But it was impossible. Each time he opened his mouth to tell Blaine that, fuck, if he wanted he really could take off all his clothes and fuck him to the next Monday, Blaine happened to scoot a bit and giggle, telling that they had to cool off and then refused to do anything other than cuddling.

Blaine was just so confusing.

So now, after a week of intense thinking, he got what he had to do. Exactly what Blaine did each time he wanted to say something.

He had to sing an inappropriate song.

And he knew exactly which one.

'So, would you mind telling me why I'm tied to a chair?'

The countertenor ignored him completely for a second, turning his back to him and checking his appearance in a mirror.

'Good question' Kurt shrugged, taking off his blazer. He felt way to hot to leave it on. 'I asked Niff to bring you here. You know them. They never do things halfway.'

'True' Nodded Blaine, looking intently at Kurt. 'And you needed me to…?'

'I wanted to talk to you' Kurt finally turned around. He never thought that seeing his boyfriend at his mercy, unable to move his hands would turn him on so much. He crossed his legs. 'For a week now, actually. It got to me last night that you can't communicate like a normal person though, so I'll sing what I want to say and then you can answer.'

Blaine laughed, cause really, Kurt did have a point.

'Okay' He smiled warmly, causing the butterflies living in Kurt's stomach for the past six months to fly around in circles. 'May I at least know the title of the song?'

Kurt turned back around, untied his Dalton tie and laid it on his desk, right next to his CD player.

'Hot.'

'What?'

He didn't answer, turning the music on instead.

When the intro started, Kurt turned slowly towards Blaine.

You're so good to me

He took slow, seducing steps towards his tied boyfriend, making sure to not drop the eye contact or he'd chicken out.

Baby, baby

He took Blaine's tie in his hand and tugged, leaning in, Blaine's breath hot against his cheek.

I wanna lock you up in my closet when no one's around

I wanna put your hand in my pocket, because you're allowed

I wanna drive you into the corner and kiss you without a sound

I wanna stay this way forever, I'll say it loud

He let go of the tie and used his other hand to push Blaine back. He circled the chair, finally stopping behind Blaine and putting his mouth next to the boy's ear.

Now you're in, you can't get out

He let his hands wander around Blaine's chest, loving all the little grunts and moans Blaine let out every once in a while.

You make me so hot

Make me wanna drop

You're so ridiculous

I can barely stop

I can hardly breathe

You make me wanna scream

You're so fabulous

You're so good to me

Baby, baby

You're so good to me

Baby, baby

Kurt took a step to the right and draped his leg across Blaine's lap. Blaine's pupils were blown wide, his cheeks were deep red and his mouth was a little agape.

I can make you feel all better, just take it in
And I can show you all the places, you've never been
And I can make you say everything, that you never said
And I will let you do anything, again and again
Now you're in and you can't get out

Kurt shifted and put his hands on Blaine's cheeks, connecting their foreheads and closed his eyes.

Kiss me gently
Always I know
Hold me, love me
Don't ever go

Kurt forcefully tugged at Blaine's shirt, some of the buttons flying around the room. He pawed at the newly exposed skin.

You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
You're so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me

Baby, baby

You're so good to me

Baby, baby

You're so good

Kurt slowly opened his eyes, breathing hard.

'Wow.'

He laughed, cause yeah, did he really just sang a sexy song while sitting in his boyfriend's lap and roaming his hands all over his chest, while said boyfriend was tied to a chair?

He shifted his hips, wincing at the tightness of his grey uniform pants.

Yep, he just did that.

'So' He looked into Blaine's honey colored eyes, his own blue ones innocent and hopeful. 'What do you think?'

'Yes' Blaine groaned, throwing his head back. 'God, yes. How did you even stumble upon Avril Lavigne? That song is form 2007th!'

Kurt smiled mischievously and ran his finger down Blaine's chest.

'We did her number last year. I liked it and bought her last CD. Turns out I have to thank Mr Shue when I see him.'

So, like it, hate it?