Passing Notes and Paper Airplanes.

This may or may not be a one shot. I had a lot of fun writing it, so maybe it will have more chapters. :) Though I did enjoy it, it's not really one of my best pieces of writing, I must say. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. :)


Kurt Hummel was incredibly bored in algebra. So, so, so very bored. He was trying to pay attention, he really was. But algebra was boring, and it made him hungry. Right now, he had a craving for Special K. Or vanilla ice cream. Or something, anything. He was famished, and he needed something to eat. Just twenty more minutes until class was over... He looked up at the chalkboard, not paying much attention to the lesson. Mr. Farnsworth was droning on about x this, and ab squared that... He gaze snapped down to his desk, when he saw something flying onto it. A paper airplane. He opened it.

Hey babe. ;) -B

He looked across at his boyfriend, who was looking up at the top of the class nonchalantly. Kurt scribbled a reply.

What do you want? D: -K

He reassembled the plane and tossed it back. He only waited for a few seconds for the reply.

What are you doing tonight? -B

Nothing. Why? -K

Wanna come 'study' with me? ;D -B

Kurt glanced over to Blaine, still looking incredibly innocent.

Sure. What time? -K

Midnight? -B

Sounds good. What do I need? ;) -K

Condoms. ;P I've got the rest. -B

The rest being...? -K

Handcuffs, whips, etc... ;* -B

Blaine scrawled his reply messily across the page. He folded the plane together again and launched it over towards the porcelain skinned boy... only for it to swerve and hit Mr. F.

"Mr. Anderson, I see. Will I read this aloud, or will you?"

Blaine shot a panic stricken look filled sheer terror over to Kurt. Kurt one of equal horror back.

"Mr. Anderson?"

"Your pleasure, sir," Blaine deadpanned. Mr. Farnsworth opened the plane painfully slowly. He had a reputation for tormenting his students. He wallowed in their misery. He coughed, and then began reading.

"Hey babe, semi-colon parentheses dash B," he began. "What do you want? D colon dash K. What are you doing tonight? Dash B. Nothing, why? Dash K."

"Are you really going to read all of that aloud?" Kurt asked, with more than a hint a fear in his voice.

"Of course. Where was I... oh yes. Wanna come quotation mark study quotation mark with me? Semi-colon D dash-B. Sure. What time? Dash K. Midnight? Dash B." Their teacher paused. I must say, Mr. Anderson, that midnight is a peculiar time to study..."

At this point, the rest of the class wasn't even trying to contain their giggles and snickers.

"Quiet! Now... Sounds good. What do I need? Semi-colon parentheses dash K." It was at this point that the colour drained from Mr. Farnsworth's face.

"Aren't you going to finish reading that?" Blaines monotoned.

"Yes. Of course I am. Don't question me, boy!" he growled.

"You might want to start then." Kurt deadpanned.

"Condoms," hissed Mr. F. "Semi-colon P. I've got the rest, dash B."

The whole class erupted into a laughing frenzy, with only Blaine and Kurt remaining stone faced.

"The rest being..? Dash K. Handcuffs, whips... etcetera. Semi-colon asterisk dash B."

At that minute, the bell rang. Saved. The boys ran out the door receiving numerous high-fives and pats on the back.

"We're still on for tonight, though, right?"

"Right."