"Oh. My. Gosh. Blaine! I'm so nervous!"
"What do you have to be nervous about? You're, like, the smartest kid I know."
"Don't be silly." They sat down at the usual table in the Lima Bean, drinking their regular coffee orders, and enjoying relaxed ambiance.
"They're the SATs, Blaine, they're like.. the most important factor in getting into college."
Blaine laughed. "Kurt, you know that's not true."
"Okay. Maybe that's not true. But they're still really important. Especially since my grades did suffer a bit going back and forth between schools."
Blaine placed a steadying hand on Kurt's. "Relax. We still have weeks to study. Maybe we can even study together." He wiggled his triangular eyebrows suggestively.
Kurt smirked. "Do you remember the last time we tried to study together? I do. I failed that quiz, Blaine."
"Look, I didn't know that french kissing didn't count as practice for an oral exam!"
"I think you did."
Blaine laughed again. "Fine. I willingly believed."
"Thank you." Kurt sat back, satisfied with winning the argument. Then he groaned and dropped his head to his hands, remembering that he had to study for the upcoming test.
Blaine looked sympathetically at Kurt. Kurt's test anxiety was just as adorable as his nervousness at Regionals. "Hey, why don't we head over the bookstore and get some prep books."
Kurt brightened and practically dragged Blaine out of the building.
. . .
Kurt groaned again. There were so many prep books to choose from! Which one should they buy.. the one with the extra practice tests? Supplemental questions? A diagnostic cd-rom? Seriously. Why did there have to be so many choices?
The potpourri of books faded to the back of his mind when a very warm Blaine stepped up right behind him. Breath tickled the nape of Kurt's neck, heating the cotton of the off the shoulder shoulder top. Time slowed to a halt.
Blaine moved away, perusing the area next to them. Kurt tried to clear his clouded mind. Blaine tended to have that effect on him. The shorter boy suddenly leaned in way closer, arm extended, and Kurt reeled backwards trying to avoid the PDA. Blaine smirked and grabbed the book that he had been so innocently reaching for.
Kurt glared to no avail. "I"ll get you for that, pretty boy."
Blaine's eyes widened. "Pretty boy?"
Kurt giggled. "It seemed appropriate. I think Sue rubbed off on me."
Without warning, Blaine stepped up to him again. He whispered hotly into Kurt's ear "I thought I was the only one who got to do that." With a quick glance around, he pressed a chaste but enticing kiss on Kurt's lips. Before Kurt could even open his eyes Blaine was back to seriously deciding between two prep books.
"Ah, hell." Kurt exclaimed, grabbing the boy again. Another few kisses and they separated with giggles.
They decided on one, for no particular reason since all the books seemed equally useless, and checked out.
. . .
"Kurt, why do I need to know the definition of 'chatoyancy'?"
"Because you do, Blaine." A very aggrieved Kurt answered for the millionth time that day. Blaine always needed to know why he had to do this. Didn't he know by now? Because they did. Because they want to get into good schools. Because they're told that they have to do this, and it's a fight they can't win.
"How," an agitated Blaine continued, "Am I going to remember this word."
"Uhm.. what does it mean again?"
"Hold on.." Blaine rifled through some pages in their dictionary. "Showing a bright band of reflected light- also known as 'cat's eye.'"
"Oh. I get it. 'Chat' like the french for 'cat' .. and 'oy' like eye maybe?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh"
They were both sitting on Kurt's bed, the door propped open a third of the way. Mostly because Burt said so, and partly because Blaine was afraid of Burt. They were sitting next to each other, not even touching (mostly).
Blaine closed his book and rolled over, scooping Kurt closer with his arm. "Why should I be bothering myself about cat's eyes, when the only eyes I want to look into are right here."
"Blaine Warbler. You are sappier than a maple tree in Vermont on a warm day in February."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "I have a real last name you know. Anderson. Somebody must have told you by now that I have a real last name."
This time Kurt blushed. "Sometimes.." he paused, but Blaine waited patiently. "Sometimes you're just so... unreal. I worry that one day I'm going to wake up from this dream and poof! You won't be here."
Blaine smiled and pulled Kurt down so that they were both lying properly on their sides, facing each other. "I'm real, Kurt. I promise. Could a fake guy do this?" He kissed the back of Kurt's hand.
"Yes."
"Could a fake guy do this?" He flipped Kurt's hand over and kissed his palm. He kissed the inside of Kurt's wrist. He trailed kisses up that long, alabaster arm.
"Yes."
"What about this?" He connected his kisses on Kurt's shoulder up his neck. He traced Kurt's strong jawline, and jumped up to his mouth to leave a hot shadow there too.
"Yes."
Blaine frowned a bit. "Well what could a fake guy not do, then?"
"Well, I've experienced all of those things before, so I could incorporate them easily into a dream. A real guy would do something I've never done before."
Blaine reached his hand under Kurt's light shirt and settled it on his back. His calloused fingers caught a little on Kurt's smooth skin. He could feel the outline of bones and muscle as he moved his hands down Kurt's back. He let his pinky linger in the small dimple on Kurt's lower back for just a moment, and then he was moving his hand to Kurt's side.
Kurt's ribs were more prominent here, and he made a mental note to feed his boyfriend a little more. Kurt's pale blue eyes were wide when they met Blaine's. That thumb roughened by so many nights strumming a guitar crept up and grazed over Kurt's nipple. Once. Again.
Kurt's mouth opened slightly, but their eye contact didn't break. This was definitely something that they hadn't done before. Kurt seemed to come to his senses a bit. He brought his hand against Blaine's jaw and pulled him up hungrily.
Their mouths opened instantly and tongues tangled. It was half playful fighting for dominance, half lusty need for each other. Blaine's arm went behind Kurt and he pulled them together. The rolled a bit and Kurt's hand moved to Blaine's thigh. Blaine bucked against him in the littlest way, his body winning out over his tight control. A moan escaped Kurt's throat, and he began kissing and sucking Blaine's neck.
He pulled on the shoulder of Blaine's polo shirt, exposing the skin at the base of his neck. He attacked it with his mouth, eliciting a groan from Blaine. He continued, pursuing the sound. They pulled apart reluctantly when the sound of work boots on the stairway drifted into the room.
Burt looked in on the two disheveled, but not touching, teenagers. He couldn't help but notice that Blaine's collar was a little off, and he saw that Kurt's shirt didn't sit all the way down like it was supposed to. He made eye contact with Kurt, but couldn't come up with the right words or facial expression to give him, so he just moved on to his room where he had left the magazine he was looking for.
The boys smiled at each other, a quiet congratulations on not getting caught in the act. Another chaste peck on the lips and they began studying again. For a little while.
"Kuuurt, why do I need to know what a clade is?"
Kurt sighed for a long moment. This day was going to drag.