Thanks for the reviews so far lovelies! Can't tell you how much I appreciate it :) I was considering leaving this a oneshot but I've decided to expand, so heres another chapter. As always reviews are much loved. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 2
Kurt often sat in the back of the class with Blaine, but today it was nothing more than torturous. Blaine seemed to have become obsessed with his hands, his fingers brushing along his throughout almost the entire history lesson. The boy would be the death of him.
"Blaine you really need to stop doing that before I forget how to spell the word History." Kurt muttered out of the corner of his mouth.
Blaine looked away from the teacher, who he hadn't been paying the slightest attention to anyway and whispered back. "Remember me? Marley's ghost? I'm back to tell you to live in the moment."
Kurt grinned, scribbling a note on his page before placing his hand on top of Blaine's.
From several seats across Wes and David smirked at the obvious closeness of the pair.
"Shut up." Blaine snarked, playfully hitting the pair over the head with a book as class ended and dispersed. Funny, he couldn't remember the class much. It mostly consisted of a blur, a blur of Kurt, and more Kurt.
As soon as the students were past the threshold of the classroom door David and Wes were upon them. "Congratulations Hummel." Wes said with a wink, clapping him on the shoulder annd winking in their direction.
"Way to wise up Blaine!" David called down the hall at their retreating backs, smirking at the thought of the next Warbler council.
Kurt and Blaine ignored the well meant teasing of their friends, heading towards Kurt's dorm wih seemingly permanent grins painted on their faces.
It was mere seconds after dropping their bags and folders in Kurt's dorm that they were kissing again. Kurt was still getting used to the dissiness and euphoria.
"So tell me one thing." Kurt said between kisses, trying to keep his voice as even as possible as he lightly pushed Blaine back.
"I was wondering if we were...official."
"Definitely not Kurt. Making out with your best friend is standard practice at Dalton." Blaine replied flatly, keeping his face as straight as possible.
For a moment Kurt's face fell and he looked away, his body language screaming discomfort. Blaine chuckled, placing his hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Kurt your amazing, and my only issue is we haven't become official soon enough."
Kurt smile returned. "Well you did keep me waiting." He pouted
"I am a clueless, moronic, flawed fool. Who deserves less than Kurt Hummel." Blaine declared, raising a hand in a mock pledge gesture.
"I guess I can take that." Kurt joked, sitting down on the dorms bed and taking off the horrible shoes that were unfortunately a part of the Dalton uniform. He refused to wear such atrocities outside of classes, let alone in public. Even if his delicous... boyfriend? Was there to distract him.
Blaine leaned against the dormitory wall, looking at Kurt as if he'd never seen him before . Those curls had to be the most gorgeous thing to exist. "I say we have dinner."
"Anything but Chinese."
"I was hoping for something a bit more elegant." Blaine said with a smile, crossing his arms as Kurt reached into his bag to answer his ringing cellphone.
"Kurt Hummel." He spoke into the phone, his face lighting up at the sound of his girl Mercedes on the other end. Blaine made a mental note to embed that face and those words in his head on loop for eternity.
"Hey Kurt. Did you get my text?" Mercedes asked him over the phone.
"Yeah..." Kurt trailed off, distracted by Blaine, who had leaned sideways to glance at several photos decorating his dresser with his hands on his hips. This had the pleasing effect of causing his Dalton jacket to part slightly, exposing the shirt which clinged beautifully to the body beneath. Forcing himself to look away Kurt turned his attention back to the conversation.
"Well you didn't text me back." Mercedes scolded. "I miss you K!"
"Sorry Cedes I guess i've just been a little distrated..." Again Blaine seemed to be TRYING to kill him, running his hands through his hair and managing to scruff it up in a way that was torturously sexy.
"I think after all this time I can hear when your distracted." Mercedes said with a laugh. "Okay, come Saturday we are going shopping because I WILL see my man."
"Your still my girl Mercedes. No one here knows Gucci quite like you." Kurt assured her.
At this Blaine raised his head with a challenge in his eyes.
"Great and maybe when we meet up you can tell me all about you and Blaine."
All that Kurt managed to reply was a weak 'How...' Before the phone went dead and Blaine had his hands around his waist in a half hug.
"You know I do love Gucci..." Blaine told him, a flirty tone in his voice.
