Summary: They may not have had sex until October, but Blaine wanted it long before. He invented a sneaky tactic to hide what Kurt was doing to him, but some people still noticed.
Prompt: "That was when I invented it."
Rating: High T for excess boner-mentioning.
It was his legs, mostly. The way they strutted like a perfectly trained model when he walked quickly down the hallways, back straight and head held high when he thought nobody who mattered was around to see him. The slow, sensual rotation of his hips when he was with friends or when Blaine was walking him to class.
But mostly, it was the way they looked when he was standing still.
Blaine spent every morning at Kurt's locking, arriving early to school each day so he had enough time to snag two coffees and present one to his boyfriend. He would walk slowly up to the other boy, hands in his pockets and a bright smile on his handsome face, and drink in Kurt's posture for about two seconds before Kurt turned and he was forced to act like he hadn't been looking.
But he always looked.
Kurt's legs were stunning in his black leggings, even better in his skinny jeans. One leg straight, the other bent at the knee, hip bone jutting out and emphasizing his beautifully toned ass.
The first few times Blaine noticed made his heart skip a beat and his eyes widen in surprise. He wasn't used to seeing Kurt in a sexual manner, even if they had been dating all summer, so he never let his mind stray that far. The more he noticed, however, the more he imagined those beautiful legs wrapping around his waist, back arched as Kurt shoved Blaine down onto his bed and pressed their bodies together in heated passion.
But this was Kurt, and Blaine was a gentlemen, and he simply could not view Kurt that way. It was way too soon.
But he had to face the music when he felt his jeans becoming uncomfortably tight, when he started imagining pushing Kurt flat against his locker and rutting his erection against his ass on a daily basis.
That was when he invented it.
The locker-lean.
The simple move only required Blaine to lean against the locker next to Kurt's at such an angle that his hands naturally fell in front of him, hiding his boner without looking like he did it on purpose. With an added bonus, it made him seem even more charming, and Kurt never needed to know that Blaine did it to prevent him from seeing the ever-expanding tent in his jeans.
But some people couldn't be fooled.
"Sup Hobbit, how's the wood treating you?" Puck asked as he walked by Kurt and Blaine one morning. Blaine arched a triangular eyebrow at the other boy and Kurt turned to stare at Blaine questioningly.
"What-" Blaine started, but cut off when Puck looked pointedly from Blaine's face, to his jeans, and back to the blush on his cheeks. Blaine looked away quickly and engaged Kurt in conversation, hoping he hadn't seen the look Puck gave him.
Another time, he found a note in his locker from Santana: Wanna come and locker-lean with me, big boy?
To say he was horrified was an understatement, but as long as Kurt didn't notice, Blaine didn't care who else did.
Or so he thought.
"Young Burt Reynolds, unless you plan on donating to the sperm bank in hopes of creating more pint-sized half-Asians with an aversion to wearing socks, I suggest you stick your head in a vat of cafeteria Coleslaw until you're able to function properly in society without the use of locker stability."
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