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A/N: HOLY FUCKING HELL! 43 alerts? 14 favorites? 24 FREAKING REVIEWS? It's official. I love you all. Seriously. I think you bitches broke my email inbox. And I love it!
Also, it has come to my attention that I accidentally left Rachel out of the circle in the last chapter. Oops! Let's just pretend she was sitting by Quinn!
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Kurt pulled his boyfriend by the front of his v-neck into the dark dorm room before slamming the door behind them. He felt around the wall for a light switch and flicked it on. The room was instantly illuminated and Kurt wrinkled his nose.
"Doesn't David know how to clean?"
"He does. He just doesn't want to." Blaine shrugged before chuckling.
"What's so funny?" Kurt asked, staring at his boyfriend.
"It's funny that they think we need a reason to make out." Blaine looked at him and winked. Kurt swore he stopped breathing for a moment. Blaine took a moment to look in Kurt's eyes before leaning in and kissing him. It was soft and sweet and Kurt thought it didn't last nearly long enough. It was only a few seconds before Blaine pulled back, grinning deviously.
"Never the less, I vote we screw with them." Kurt laughed before nodding.
"So what's the plan?"
"That, my lover, is what I was just getting at."
*!*
"Okay, it's been three minutes and I haven't heard any screaming." Santana said. David nodded.
"I thought at least the bed would be squeaking by now."
"Is Hummel not putting out?" Quinn asked. Wes and David exchanged a side-long glance before both exclaiming,
"Yes he is!" Mercedes smiled proudly.
"Every night." Wes added under his breath. David shuddered at the thought of some of the things he and Wes had listened to. And worse, walked in on. The group remained quiet for a minute before Santana threw her hands in the air and jumped up.
"Alright, I can't take it any longer. I'm gonna go find them." She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The teenagers waited for a few minutes. They started to worry when Santana hadn't returned for four minutes.
"Where the hell is she?" Mercedes questioned, and was answered when the Latina stormed into the room, eyes wide.
"I can't find Porcelain or Curly Top."
"Who the hell is Curly Top?" Quinn asked. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Blaine!" She cried. The group exchanged confused looks.
"Wait, what?" Rachel asked.
"Listen, Hobbit! Blaine and Kurt are gone!" There were a few startled gasps before everyone made a mad dash to the door. They raced down the hall and stopped at the open door of David's room. It was empty.
"Oh shit." David said, basically summing up everyone's thoughts.
"San, where are the dolphins?"
"The what?" Wes asked incredulously.
"Dolphins! They're gay sharks!" Brittany answered, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Okay, skipping that awkward conversation." Quinn stated. "Now, where could they be?"
"Look in the pool!"
"Shut up Britt!" Mercedes snapped at the blond.
"Actually," David began. "They do spend a lot of time at the pool."
"Damn. This place has a pool?" Santana let out a low whistle. Wes nodded.
"Yeah, it's right next to the basketball court." David added.
"Okay, that's officially ridiculous." Tina said, baffled. Wes and David shared a shrug.
"Well shall we go find them?" Rachel asked.
"YES!" Brittany screamed before running down the hall. A door opened at the end of the hall and a confused face peeked out.
"Oh crap. RUN!" The mis-matched group of kids turned and ran down the hall, practically diving into the stairwell. They were gone half a second before David popped his head back into the hall.
"You didn't see shit Rhett!" He yelled. The brown-haired boy nodded, eyes wide. David smiled before turning and leaping down the steps after his best friend and the visiting ladies.
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"Kurt? Blaine? What the hell are you guys doing?"
"Hiding."
"From who?"
"Wes, David, and the six girls we snuck into Kurt's dorm room."
"Oh. Have fun."
"Oh crap! I can hear Britt shrieking! Run! See you later Charles!"
"Legends."
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"Okay, where is this pool?" Quinn asked.
"Right this way." Wes opened a door with a picture of a person swimming on it. A draft of humid air seeped out of the room, and the group snuck in. It was completely empty.
"Well I give up." David said before sinking down into a pool lounge chair.
"This is the first place we looked." Tina said slowly.
"Nuh-uh. We checked my room first."
"You are a child." Wes scolded, and David stuck his tongue out at him.
*!*
"Ah Blaine, your hands are really cold."
"Relax babe. I'll handle it."
"I hope they don't find us."
"I hope they do."
"Yeah, it would be pretty funny."
"Ouch. That kinda hurt."
"Well if you would just sit still."
"Sorry."
"It's okay. Will you hand me that bottle?"
"Here."
"Thanks. So what should I do with your hair now?"
"I don't know. I think you've styled it enough."
"You just want me to stop pulling your hair."
"Yeah, kinda. It hurts."
"Baby."
"Curly."
"Touché."
*!*
"Okay, we looked in David's room, my room, the pool, the tennis courts, all of the storage closets on the third floor, and the cafeteria. Where the fuck are they?"
"Wait. Did we check Blaine's room?"
"God freaking dammit!"
*!*
"They're going to check your room." Kurt whispered to Blaine, watching their friends tear their hair out looking for them.
"And that's when we go." Blaine declared, kissing Kurt's cheek.
"You're a genius." Kurt replied, sneaking a kiss onto Blaine's forehead.
"Yeah. I know."
"Ooh. And modest too." Kurt chuckled before finally capturing the lips of his caramel-colored eyed boyfriend.
"You know it's why you love me."
*!*
The Warblers and New Directions members sprinted to Blaine's room on the third floor. They didn't knock, just threw the door open. The room wasn't completely empty, Blaine's roommate sat cross-legged on his bed.
"Hey Wes, David." The junior said monotone, not even looking up from the book he was reading.
"Kurt and Blaine been in here?" Wes asked, still trying to catch his breath.
"Nah. I thought they were staying in Kurt's room tonight. I was relishing in the peace and quiet." The blonde boy shrugged.
"Geez. Hummel's a slut." Santana whispered. Blaine's roommate looked up, startled. He took off his reading glasses and squinted at the eight figures standing in the doorway.
"Oh god. What have you guys done?" He asked.
"Andrew, we can explain."
"They're Kurt's friends! I don't know any of these people!" David shrieked. Seven pairs of eyes rolled at the dark boy.
"Oh. Well just don't get caught." Andrew stated before looking back down at his book. "Oh, and Wes."
"What?"
"Don't start anything on fire this time." The blue-eyed boy smirked as Wes scoffed.
"That was one time!"
*!*
"Oh Grilled Cheesus. Best idea ever."
"They're gonna be pissed."
"Which makes it the best idea ever."
"Yeah. Okay so you sit there and I'll lay here."
"Okay. Wait, what do I do with my hands?"
"Um. Just set them in your lap. Act natural babe."
*!*
"Okay. I officially vote we go back to Wes' room and watch a movie or something before we run into another student." Wes said as they walked away from Blaine's room and into the stairwell.
"Seconded." Rachel raised her hand.
Tina nodded in agreement."Thirded."
"Seventhed."
Santana shook her head. "No Britt honey, you were the fourth."
"Oh. Fine. Fourthed." She replied cheerfully. They continued climbing the stairs until they reached the fifth floor. They turned and snuck down the hall, actually trying to be quiet this time. When they got to Wes and Kurt's door, the soft sound of music drifted through the closed door. David shrugged before turning the doorknob.
I just had sex and it felt so good.
There, sitting in casual positions, were Blaine and Kurt, the two guys they had just spent an hour looking for. Akon was blasting through the speakers of Kurt's laptop, and both boys wore smug smiles on their faces.
"Seven minutes are up, bitches!" Kurt yelled.
A/N: Yeahhh… sorry if this chapter didn't please you. I know a lot of people wanted a hot make-out session, but I kinda liked this better. Sorry! It was kinda random and jumpy, but I think it turned out okay! It also has those hints on a dialogue fic, but I tried to not make it so… jerky? I don't know. Tell me what you think? Or don't. That's okay too. (:
-Max
