For Iman. Well, for anyone struggling through exam revision at the moment, but mainly for Iman.
Love you!
"Kuuuuurt!"
"Not now."
"But Kuuurt..."
"Blaine, honey, I'll be done soon, but I really need to focus right now."
"Oh. Okay."
"Thank you."
"..."
"..."
"...Kuuuuuuuurt?"
Kurt huffed and put his book down, tucking his pencil behind his ear and turning around to look at his boyfriend who was currently sprawled across his bed, head hanging upside down off the edge, his own revision books discarded. "Yes, Blaine?" Kurt asked patiently.
Blaine smiled and flipped himself onto his front, propping his head up on his hands. "I love you." He said simply.
"I love you too." Kurt replied, cheeks flushing- he could never get used to those words, no matter how many times he heard them- as he turned back to his studying. If he didn't finish this History revision, he was so going to fail his classes...
"Kurt?" Blaine piped up again. Kurt hummed, mouth tightening. "Kurt, I'm done revising."
"Okay Blaine."
"Can we makeout?"
"No Blaine."
"But-!"
"No." Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose and turned, mouth open to snipe at his boyfriend when he saw the gleam in his eyes as Blaine stared at him from the bed. He took in the smirk playing around his mouth, just the corners. The way he was drumming his fingers against the sheets ever so subtly. Kurt fought down a grin of his own. "I'm working sweetie." He enunciated. "Maybe if you behave and let me finish this revision we can makeout in a bit." Kurt bargained.
Blaine just huffed and flopped onto his back. "But I'm bored. McKinley's curriculum is so easy compared to Dalton's. And I've nothing to do!"
"Well I'm sorry Blaine, but I need to get on with my revision. You know I struggle in History..." Kurt apologised, turning back to his desk and focusing on the textbook again, removing his pencil from behind his ear and tapping it rhythmically against the desk as he flipped the page, eyes drinking in the words in front of him. Wetting his dry mouth with his tongue, Kurt reached for his mug of coffee and brought it to his lips-
"I can't stop thinking about your ass right now."
Kurt practically inhaled half his coffee, choking violently on the dark bitter liquid as he turned to stare at Blaine, still sputtering and red in the face as he set the cup down. Blaine was looking over at Kurt with a totally innocent expression.
"B-Blaine..." Kurt shook his head slightly.
"What? Your ass looks fantastic in those jeans and your chair has that big gap in it that lets me look at it and..." He shrugged, "I'm a horny teenage boy with nothing to do."
Kurt swallowed several times, face still hot and flushed. "Well then find something to do!" He suggested, quickly turning back to his books and trying to ignore Blaine's eyes now burning holes in his back. He was about to read a passage on the conditions in Berlin during WWII when his chair was spun around and his lips were suddenly pressed against Blaine's. Only when Blaine started kissing down his throat did Kurt managed to splutter "B-Blaine, what on Earth-!"
"I'm finding something to do." He told Kurt, a twinkle in his eyes as he pulled Kurt out of his chair and pushed him down onto the bed.
Needless to say, very little revision was done the rest of the night.