A/N: Hello! This lovely fic was prompted by the wonderful Laura Scofield through a review. She asked for some scenes where Kurt and Blaine get walked in on, and this was born. She also asked for some Sebastian interaction, so that'll come later on. :) Warnings for each chapter will be posted at the top, as per usual. While the first few chapters won't lead to penetrative sex, the last chapter will, so the rating is just to be safe. I hope you all enjoy, and please leave a review!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, Chris Colfer, Darren Criss, Lea Michelle, and/or Damian McGinty. I am not making any profit off of my works, so please, don't sue me. :)

WARNINGS: kissing between two homosexual characters, hinting at sexual acts between two males. If any of these squick you out, leave now.

1.) Blaine had been at McKinley for three weeks, and during his time, the only trouble he'd come across was with Finn. Today he came to school wearing a forest green polo, black skinny jeans, worn-in black converse, and a grey, white, and green striped bow-tie. The ensemble was well organized, and my boyfriend looked positively edible.

"Hey, Kurt! I know you have study period before glee, and our bath teacher is sock! Do you want to study in the library wit me?" Blaine asked, smiling excitedly at me.

"Sure, I have to finish my paper for Callahan's class, but hopefully I'll get it done quickly," I replied organizing the books in my locker.

Casually, Blain brushed his hand against mine as we walked to lunch. We weren't too touchy-feely at school, not because we didn't want to be, but because I was afraid of the consequences. Blaine didn't shout, "hey look, I'm gay!" with his clothes, or most of his actions like I did, but he had been receiving a lot of disgusted looks as we walked down the halls together. I should have known something was going to happen by the wide berth our classmates were giving us. Before I could react, Azimio rounded the corner, and dumped a blue slushie on my boyfriend.

"Welcome to McKinley, fag!" he leered, giving his fellow jocks high-fives.

Blaine just stood there for a few moments, his mouth gaping as he tried to regain his breath. "Kurt," he said, his voice soft with shock. "What just happened?"

"Don't open your eyes," I said, taking his hand in mine, steering him towards the girls' bathroom. "That was a slushie facial, baby," I answered, pushing open the door. Making sure we were alone, I undid Blaine's bowtie, sliding the soiled strip of fabric from my boyfriend's neck. Blaine's shirt followed soon after.

"Can I open my eyes yet?" he asked, reaching a hand up to rub at his eyes.

"No, and don't rub them; you'll only make it worse. Here, rinse them out," I replied turning on the tap so Blaine could get rid of the sting.

When amber colored eyes opened once more, they were irritated and red. "Here," I started, pushing a rolling chair in front of the sink. "Sit back. I'll wash it out of your hair."

Blaine followed my instructions and leaned back. After readjusting the water temperature, I slipped into the stall on the end where we kept our "slushie removal" kit, pulling the duffel out with me so I could attend to my boyfriend. I started with using a clean washcloth to wipe the sticky, blue substance from Blaine's chest, covering him with a towel once all traces were gone. Then, as if caring for a newborn, I filled the plastic red cup from the kit with warm water, pouring it over Blaine's head, gently working my fingers through the sticky, gelled curls.

"I have some shampoo, but it's not for curly hair. Is it still okay?" I asked, pulling the bottle of vanilla shampoo from the bag.

"Sure. One wash isn't going to kill them," he replied, smiling into my touch.

I worked the shampoo through my boyfriend's curls, globs of hardened gel and slushie sliding down the drain. After rinsing thoroughly, I squirted more shampoo in my hands, attempting to reach the curls just above Blaine's nape.

Blaine, there's a spot I can't reach standing up. Can I sit on your lap?" I asked, pressing the side of my leg against Blaine's.

"Sure. Kurt, you could do pretty much whatever you want, so long as you're not uncomfortable," he replied, his amber orbs shining in content at me. Feeling my heart swell, I straddled Blaine's lap and sunk my hands into his curls again. Sweet GaGa, that boy had a head of hair. It was too bad he slathered so much gel on it everyday. Pretty soon, my ministrations moved to me just playing with Blaine's curls, the majority of the shampoo rinsing out on it's own.

"Feels so good, Kurt," Blaine murmured, his blue-tinged lips turning up in a smile.

"Glad you like it," I replied, rinsing the rest of the suds with the cup, turning off the water when I finished.

Leaning back, I pulled the towel off of my boyfriend's chest, using it to dry at the wet mop of hair on his head. When the towel was damp with moisture, I dropped it around Blaine's neck, simply enjoying being able to watch a few stray droplets of water slide down Blaine's neck. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to lean in and press a kiss to Blaine's sweet lips. Deciding to take advantage of my position, I grabbed the ends of the towel and pulled Blaine's face to mine.

His lips tasted like blue raspberry, and his mouth was so hot. Instantly, I dropped the towel to tread my hands through Blaine's hair again, causing him to emit a breathy moan as I got caught on a tangle.

"Kurt? Blaine? Rory said he saw you guys walk in here twenty minutes ago— Oh my God!" Rachel shrieked, walking into the bathroom.

Annoyed and slightly embarrassed, I detached my mouth from Blaine's. "Rachel, as you can see, I'm helping Blaine clean up after a slushie. Could you be a dear and go grab him another shirt? We don't have one for him in here," I said, trying to get the short, nosy girl to leave us alone so we could go back to what we were doing before.

Rachel just sputtered out an affirmative reply before rushing from the bathroom, clearly embarrassed.

"Now where were we?" I asked, turning back to my boyfriend.

"We were right about here," Blaine replied, his voice deep and slightly gravely as he leaned back in to kiss me. We kissed for another minute or two, lazily sliding our tongues together until Rachel returned, knocking on the door before entering, a heather grey V-neck clutched in her hands. Blaine shrugged the shirt on before walking out in the hallway, dragging me along with him to lunch. Sure, we didn't get as far as I would have liked, but it was okay. The winks and smoldering looks Blaine kept sending me totally made up for it.

"You know," he said, slipping into an empty chair at our lunch table, "if that's the kind of clean up I get, I wouldn't mind getting one of those more often."

"Smirking, I leaned in. "I guess we'll just have to see," I purred, nipping lightly at my boyfriend's earlobe before pulling away and engaging Mercedes in a conversation, purposely ignoring a now sexually frustrated Blaine.

Later, when I was seated in my next class, I checked my phone, smiling when I saw a message from Blaine. Pick up where we left off after Glee? Smiling to myself, I typed an affirmative reply. Now I was twice as excited for glee practice to get here. I mean, who wouldn't be with the promise of getting off with their boyfriend?

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this! I'll try to have the second chapter up tomorrow! (it's quite a bit shorter, so you might get two chapters!)

Hugs and Butterfly Kisses,

~musicxisxmyxlife753