A/N: Hi! Well, I was bored in Medical Terminology, and what better way to pass the time then some Klaine! Here we go:
Class Kurt looked around at the class, who were sitting around, chatting and such. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Blaine:
[Hey Blaine! I am so bored in Biology right now. We're not even doing anything! -xx- Kurt]
He waited a few moments before his phone vibrated. [Hello, love. You're bored too? Mr. Cancino is going over macromolecules. We had learned this last year at Dalton. -xx- Blaine]
[McKinley isn't exactly the top of the educational heap, Blainers ;D -xx- Kurt]
[That is true... Did you read the new Vogue? -xx- Blaine]
Kurt scoffed. Who did he think he was talking to? Noah or Finn?
[Of course! I'm not some sweaty football jock! -xx- Kurt]
[Those pants would look good on you though... -xx- Blaine]
[Been there, done that. -xx- Kurt]
Just then the bell rang. Kurt headed off to French, which he had with Blaine. "You were a football player?" Blaine asked incredulously. "Yeah back when I was a sophomore!" Kurt answered very chipper. Blaine sat there, mouth agape. Just then, Kurt showed him a picture of him in his football uniform.
"The pants. Do you have the pants?"
"Well, yes, but-" He was cut off as Blaine dragged him out of the class and down the hall. "Where are we-" "Car. " They got in the car and Kurt wasn't sure which was going faster, the car or the beating of his heart. Kurt couldn't believe how incredibly SEXY Blaine looked today. Blaine slammed on the brakes right on front of Kurt's house. Kurt let then inside. He was pretty sure what Blaine wanted, so he walked into his closet and put on those tight polyester pants. When he came out, Blaine was staring before he pulled Kurt on top of him, connecting their lips. Blaine tentatively swiped his tongue across Kurt's lips and Kurt happily obliged. He explored Blaine's mouth. Kurt tasted medium drip and something so Blaine. "Why didn't people just do this all the time!" he wondered. His thoughts slipped back to Blaine, their tongues still entangled and Blaine's hand fisted into Kurt's hair. Blaine was slowly undoing the buttons on Kurt's shirt. Kurt tugged at Blaine's v-neck. Blaine took it off and they kissed, chests touching. They reveled in the contact. They continued until they heard the garage door opening. Kurt shoved Blaine off the bed. "Grab your shirt and run into the bathroom!" Kurt harshly whispered. In his haste, Blaine grabbed Kurt's shirt. Kurt noticed and just pulled on Blaine's shirt. He pretended to be napping. Burt walked in, "Hey, kid. I thought Blaine was coming over?"
"Mmm, bathroom. " Kurt mumbled. "Ok..." Burt said. As he walked out, Burt chuckled. He knew exactly what they were doing , he'd been a teenager once, too. The kid was wearing Blaine's shirt for God's sake! "You matter, Kurt!" Burt called up the stairs. "He knows!" Kurt whispered loudly to Blaine. A/N: the things I come up with when I'm bored. I don't even know. Like it? Love it? Hate it? Let me know or drop me a prompt!
Lessthanthree!
Class Kurt looked around at the class, who were sitting around, chatting and such. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Blaine:
[Hey Blaine! I am so bored in Biology right now. We're not even doing anything! -xx- Kurt]
He waited a few moments before his phone vibrated. [Hello, love. You're bored too? Mr. Cancino is going over macromolecules. We had learned this last year at Dalton. -xx- Blaine]
[McKinley isn't exactly the top of the educational heap, Blainers ;D -xx- Kurt]
[That is true... Did you read the new Vogue? -xx- Blaine]
Kurt scoffed. Who did he think he was talking to? Noah or Finn?
[Of course! I'm not some sweaty football jock! -xx- Kurt]
[Those pants would look good on you though... -xx- Blaine]
[Been there, done that. -xx- Kurt]
Just then the bell rang. Kurt headed off to French, which he had with Blaine. "You were a football player?" Blaine asked incredulously. "Yeah back when I was a sophomore!" Kurt answered very chipper. Blaine sat there, mouth agape. Just then, Kurt showed him a picture of him in his football uniform.
"The pants. Do you have the pants?"
"Well, yes, but-" He was cut off as Blaine dragged him out of the class and down the hall. "Where are we-" "Car. " They got in the car and Kurt wasn't sure which was going faster, the car or the beating of his heart. Kurt couldn't believe how incredibly SEXY Blaine looked today. Blaine slammed on the brakes right on front of Kurt's house. Kurt let then inside. He was pretty sure what Blaine wanted, so he walked into his closet and put on those tight polyester pants. When he came out, Blaine was staring before he pulled Kurt on top of him, connecting their lips. Blaine tentatively swiped his tongue across Kurt's lips and Kurt happily obliged. He explored Blaine's mouth. Kurt tasted medium drip and something so Blaine. "Why didn't people just do this all the time!" he wondered. His thoughts slipped back to Blaine, their tongues still entangled and Blaine's hand fisted into Kurt's hair. Blaine was slowly undoing the buttons on Kurt's shirt. Kurt tugged at Blaine's v-neck. Blaine took it off and they kissed, chests touching. They reveled in the contact. They continued until they heard the garage door opening. Kurt shoved Blaine off the bed. "Grab your shirt and run into the bathroom!" Kurt harshly whispered. In his haste, Blaine grabbed Kurt's shirt. Kurt noticed and just pulled on Blaine's shirt. He pretended to be napping. Burt walked in, "Hey, kid. I thought Blaine was coming over?"
"Mmm, bathroom. " Kurt mumbled. "Ok..." Burt said. As he walked out, Burt chuckled. He knew exactly what they were doing , he'd been a teenager once, too. The kid was wearing Blaine's shirt for God's sake! "You matter, Kurt!" Burt called up the stairs. "He knows!" Kurt whispered loudly to Blaine. A/N: the things I come up with when I'm bored. I don't even know. Like it? Love it? Hate it? Let me know or drop me a prompt!
Lessthanthree!