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This chapter will feature Kurt/Puck, Marley/Kitty and because I've never read/written it before the request intrigued me Blaine/Schue

Kurt Hummel and Noah Puckerman (for Panic's NearlyWitches)

Hiding inside the janitors closet (and yes, he was perfectly aware of the irony thank you very much) Kurt typed out a text on his phone and sent it to his boyfriend. He slipped his cell back into the pocket of his sinfully tight skinny jeans and fixed his hair. Looking upwards, he admired the mistletoe that he had so carefully picked out for this very occasion. Leaning on his tiptoes, he adjusted the plant oh so delicately, determined for everything to be absolutely perfect before he turned off the light.

He wasn't the most patient individual on the planet and he was desperate for his boyfriend to hurry and meet him in the closet as he'd requested via text. Waiting, Kurt listened carefully for any indication of movement in the corridor on the other side of the janitor closet door.

After what felt like forever, though was probably less than a minute, Kurt heard footsteps approaching. Smiling to himself, he quietly moved closer to the door, listening intently so he could time things just right. When he was confident his boyfriend was right outside, he pushed the door open, reached one arm out and yanked the other boy inside to join him in the darkness.

"Hello there, gorgeous," Kurt greeted sincerely hoping his voice achieved a seductive tone. "I realise you can't see it but I assure you there is mistletoe above our heads."

He bent down to kiss his boyfriend but found a strong chest where lips ought to be.

"Damn, Hummel, if I'd known how much you wanted me I'd have gayed it up in a closet years ago," a familiar voice said.

"You're not Blaine," Kurt squeaked out.

"Of course not, I'm much more of a badass," Puck replied.

"Oh god," Kurt backed away feeling absolutely mortified. "I'm so sorry, Puck. Please don't beat me up."

"How about I beat you off instead?" Puck asked with a smirk in his voice.

Kurt groaned in embarrassment.

"Look, Blaine will be here any minute so you can just…" Kurt trailed off as Puck rested a finger over his lips.

"Dalton boy isn't coming," Puck told him. "I read the hot little text you sent, deleted it and came in his place. Now, you said something about mistletoe."

He leaned in and devoured Kurt's mouth, pinning him against the wall of the closet and making him moan.

"I bet Blaine Warbler never kissed you like that," Puck smirked letting Kurt catch his breath.

He moved in to claim Kurt's mouth again, this time snaking a hang up Kurt's designer shirt and exploring the well moisturised skin.

"Stop," Kurt panted out twisting his face to get away from Puck's lips. "I can't… this is wrong… Blaine, he's, I love him… this is cheating, you're not even gay."

"Juvie can change people," Puck stated, skimming his hand up to tweak at Kurt's nipple. "And I'm way hotter than your little boyfriend." He started sucking at Kurt's neck but the slender boy forced him off.

"Stop it, Puckerman," Kurt scolded. "I am not cheating on Blaine."

"Ok," Puck conceded backing up with his hands held up in surrender. He reached for the light and turned it on. "This will be our little secret. And I promise I won't kiss you again… not until you beg me for it," he winked.

Things had changed a lot the following Christmas. Brittany's grades had picked up, Sam could afford a decent haircut, Santana was out and proud about her sexuality and made sure to compliment at least one person (who wasn't Brittany) every day. Rachel miraculously became less annoying, developed a decent fashion sense and allowed others the opportunity for solos. Mr. Schue made a new adult friend (and three new teenage friends) and after a failed relationship with Miss Pillsbury he remarried his awful ex-wife Terri.

Blaine had cheated on Kurt with some Warbler and after tearfully confessing to Kurt they had ended their relationship and Blaine had returned to Dalton Academy.

The girls all fussed over Kurt after his break-up with Blaine. They insisted he needed to talk and sing about it, despite his protests. He just wanted to move on which was proving near impossible to do when his girlfriends felt it necessary to mention Blaine in every single conversation.

Every now and then, he'd catch Puck looking at him and Kurt would tense a little as he remembered their time together in the closet. And true to his word, Puck hadn't mentioned their kiss under the mistletoe, nor had he kissed again. He was waiting for Kurt to beg to be kissed again but Kurt was a stubborn being and refused to cave in.

It worked for a while. But when December came around again and the first piece of mistletoe was pinned up in the school halls, Kurt couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey," Kurt greeted coming to stand beside Puck at his locker.

"What's up, Hummel?" Puck asked with a smirk as he threw his books unceremoniously in the locker.

"Please," Kurt sighed casting his eyes to the floor.

"Please what?" Puck pressed placing a finger under Kurt's chin and tilting his head up.

"Please kiss me," Kurt begged.

"Hell yeah," Puck grinned hooking his finger into the waistband of Kurt's jeans and pulling him flush against his body so that his tongue could invade his pliant mouth.

"Mmm," Kurt groaned as he kissed back hungrily, his hands moving up to rake at Puck's mohawk.

"He could never make you moan like that, could he?" Puck asked.

"Never," Kurt answered fisting his hands into Puck's white shirt and kissing him desperately until Coach Beiste ushered them onto their lessons.

Marley Rose and Kitty Wilde (for xxxSimplyHookedxxx)

"You're too nice," Kitty stated in an accusatory manner as she seemingly appeared from nowhere to block Marley's path.

"I'm sorry?" Marley asked hugging her notebooks to her chest as she looked at the blonde Cheerio stood before with her hands on hips.

"That's exactly my point," Kitty huffed. "I tell you you're too nice and your first reaction is to apologise to me. Besides being fatherless, poor, irritatingly naïve and sexually undesirable just what is your problem? I am a total bitch to you, constantly. Even when I'm playing nice I'm secretly being all kinds of mean. I may love and respect Jesus but personality wise I have more in common with Satan. I am awful to you, Marley, really awful and all you do is bat your big doe eyes and act like everything's ok. Are you even capable of standing up for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, Kitty, I need to get to the library," Marley said. "I have somebody else's math homework to do."

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"You're a pushover," Kitty told Marley bluntly the next time she saw her. "It's pathetic."

"Kitty, please, just leave me alone," Marley replied.

"I'm hungry," Kitty stated. "Give me your lunch money."

"I don't have any," Marley answered weakly. "Here, you can have my apple," she said taking the piece of fruit out of her bag.

"Such a pushover," Kitty groaned snatching the apple off of her and taking a bite. "And so pathetic," she added handing the apple back and then storming away.

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"I'm cold," Kitty complained from where she sat on the bleachers with the rest of the Glee Club.

"Here, you can borrow my coat," Marley offered already removing said item.

"You have serious issues," Kitty sneered at her.

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"Merry Christmas, Kitty," Marley beamed up as she approached the Cheerio with a neatly wrapped gift. "This is for you, just to show how much our friendship means to me."

"What friendship?" Kitty asked in annoyance. "Has starving yourself somehow messed up your brain? I am not your friend. I'm a bitch and you are just some irritatingly perfect too nice girl. It makes me angry. The sight of you and your innocent school-girl face is so frustrating I might actually burst out of my clothes, turn big and green and smash everything into pitiful little pieces. Now what the hell is this?" she huffed ripping the paper off the boxed gift.

"I saw you eyeing it at the store when we all went shopping together," Marley explained as Kitty opened the box to find a necklace she had indeed been admiring. "And I know that reds your favourite colour," she added. "Here, I'll help you put it on," she said before deftly lifting the piece of jewellery out of the box and fastening it around Kitty's neck. "There, pretty."

"You are seriously messed up," Kitty stated turning on her heel with the intention of storming off.

"Kitty, wait," Marley said lightly grabbing onto her wrist. "I know why you're so angry all the time. And I know why I annoy you so much."

"Because you're exhaustingly naïve and painfully boring," Kitty replied.

"No," Marley answered with a smile. "It's because you like me. More than like me," she insisted stepping closer and holding up a small piece of mistletoe.

Kitty stared at the mistletoe before looking blankly at Marley, not making any sign of movement. So Marley made the next move and leaned in to peck her on the lips. Just a peck, innocent and chaste.

"Hell no," Kitty said. "I don't accept kisses like that."

She pushed Marley up against the nearest wall and pinned her slender wrists above her head. Kitty then leaned in to give Marley a much needed lesson on how to kiss properly, tongue included. Marley kissed back eagerly, even going so far as to nip at Kitty's lip.

"No more Miss Nice Girl," she said when they broke the kiss before immediately creating another.

Blaine Anderson and Will Schuster (for callmemaybe)

"Blaine," Will sighed as he answered the door to his apartment to find his student standing there, his cheeks red from the biting wind and snow in his hair. "You know you shouldn't be here."

"I know," Blaine nodded. "Trust me, I know but… I just can't stop thinking about you, William. Not since that night you made love to me."

"Damn it, Blaine," Will groaned suffering from a deep inner turmoil. "Come in," he invited standing back so the teenager could step inside. "Where do your parents think you are?"

"They probably haven't even noticed I'm gone," Blaine shrugged as he kicked his sneakers off and made himself comfortable on the sofa. "They barely pay any attention to me anyway, but even less so when big brother Cooper's in town," he said bitterly.

"Your parents love you, Blaine," Will assured him even though he'd never met them. "Don't let yourself think otherwise. It's just difficult for some parents to accept that their sons or daughters are… special."

"Special?" Blaine repeated in amusement. "You are allowed to say the word 'gay' you know. It isn't offensive."

"How about a drink?" Will offered.

"I'd love a beer," Blaine said peering up at the teacher through his eyelashes.

"I meant hot chocolate or a coffee," Will replied. "And it would be irresponsible for me to give you alcohol. You're underage."

"That didn't stop you last time," Blaine pointed out flirtatiously.

Will closed his eyes at the memory. It had been mid November when Blaine had come tearfully knocking on his door. He'd let him inside, sat him down, offered him a beer and sat just a little too close as he comforted him. Then they both had another beer and another and than far too many than was wise. They'd ended up in bed together. Will Schuester, winner of the teacher of the year award violating one of his students.

"Would my favourite student like a drink or not?" Will asked.

"I'm your favourite?" Blaine asked bashfully. "What about Finn?"

"Finn has graduated and therefore is no longer my student," Will pointed out. "And Finn was different. He was like the brother I never had. He wasn't a… well, he wasn't you. Now, drink?"

"No thank you," Blaine answered politely. "Just, come and sit with me, please?" he asked putting on his best puppy-dog eyes as he patted the space beside him on the couch.

"This can't happen, Blaine," Will said quietly as he sat beside the boy.

"I won't be your student forever," Blaine said pulling his feet up on the couch and leaning in to the older men, his head resting on the Glee Director's chest.

"No," Will admitted placing an arm around the boy. "But you are right now. If people found out about this, about us, they'd never understand. I'd lose my job, I'd go to prison and you'd have to deal with the judgemental stares and whispers."

"They won't find out about us," Blaine said confidently. "No-one knows I'm here. They all think I'm hung up on Kurt."

"But everyone knows you cheated on him," Will said.

"They don't know that I cheated with you," Blaine replied. "And I haven't told anyone and I never will. I made up some guy, not that it matters. Everybody's convinced that I cheated with Sebastian. Nobody will ever suspect us, Will. We can be together, secretly for now, and then when I graduate we won't have to hide it anymore. I can be yours," he tried leaning in for a kiss but his teacher pulled back, stood up and moved away from the couch.

"This is crazy, Blaine," Will told him. "I don't think you understand just how serious this is."

"I'm not a little kid, William," Blaine retorted. "I can make my own decisions and I'm old enough to know what I want. And I want you. I don't care how long I have to wait."

"You should go home," Will said.

"I'd rather stay," Blaine responded striding towards the older man and setting his hands at his waist. "And you want me to stay too, I know you do. My parents might not care about me, but you do, don't you Mr. Schue?"

"This all feels even more inappropriate when you call me that," Will complained.

"I'll just call you Will then," Blaine commented. "Although I distinctly remember you getting quite turned on last time whenever I called you 'sir'," he whispered huskily into the man's ear.

"Blaine Anderson," Will growled. "You are an incredibly bad boy."

"Your Christmas tree looks nice," Blaine said and Will felt a moment of confusion at the abrupt change of subject. "But I like the look of the mistletoe better."

Will looked upwards at the mistletoe hanging above them.

"Now you have to kiss me," Blaine sang out triumphantly.

So Will kissed him, desperately. It was so wrong and he was sure he was going to hell but he didn't care. It just felt too good.

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