This one was prompted by anon and Violethillbeautiful: Just where did Kurt and Blaine go during the intermission in Night of Neglect (because as Violethillbeautiful pointed out to me, they came back from intermission with slightly fluffier hair haha)?
And this starts with the fight in the hallway and progresses from there (I need to start with the fight because it sets the whole thing up).
Anyway, here's Chapter Three: Intermission
"Aww, you miss them," Blaine said to me as I watched Artie and Brittany disappear into the choir room. Truth was, I did miss them, but I knew why I couldn't be at McKinley anymore.
"What the hell are you two doing here?" Speak of the devil... We turned around to see Karofsky standing there. Why he was at school so late at night was beyond me.
"We're here for the benefit," I explained. "Don't tell me you're going." Not only would that be totally out of character for him, it could also potentially ruin my night. Then again, I had Blaine, so maybe everything would be okay.
"I wouldn't be caught dead." Well, that's good. "I was pumping iron in the gym when one of the guys told me you two were here spreading your fairy dust all over the place." Yep, still the biggest homophobe I'd ever met. But maybe he really wasn't, considering the fact that he was just covering up the fact that he was gay, too.
Obviously Blaine didn't see it that way because he said in a rather angry voice, "Would you just give it up? You can live whatever lie you want, but don't pretend that the three of us don't know what's really going on here." Bad move, Blaine, I thought. I knew Karofsky wasn't going to be too pleased with Blaine bringing up the fact that he'd kissed me.
"You don't know squat, butt boy." Something inside Blaine must have snapped - he reached out and shoved Karofsky. I was both shocked and scared. Shocked, because I didn't know Blaine was even capable of physical violence and scared because Karofsky pushed Blaine back, grabbing onto his jacket. And Karofsky was a lot bigger than Blaine.
"Hey, no, guys stop!" Santana - who appeared out of nowhere - said, pulling them off each other just as Karofsky took a swing at Blaine.
"Real brave with your fists, but you're a coward when it comes to the truth," I said, looking straight at Karofsky. No one pushed my Blaine around and got away with it.
"The truth about what?" Oops, I'd completely forgotten that Santana was there.
"It's none of your business, ." I glanced at Santana out of the corner of my eye. Oh, no. She was getting angry. This was about to get real ugly real fast.
"First of all... anything you do became my business when you decided to toss that Slushie up in my grill." Santana got Slushied? Oh, God. Karofsky was really in for it now.
"I think I can take a couple of queers and a girl." Obviously, he underestimated the power of a pissed off Santana Lopez.
Santana scoffed. Walking right up to him, getting in his face, she said, "So here's what's gonna go down. Two choices: You stay here and I crack one of your nuts, right or left, that's your choice. Or... you walk away and live to be a douchebag another day." I could see Karofsky wavering. "Also, I have razor blades hidden in my hair. Tons. Just all up in there." Karofsky punched the air, but walked away nonetheless.
Santana turned back to face us. "We could have handled that," Blaine said. Yeah, right. He had been about five seconds from getting the gorgeous face of his rearranged.
"It was more fun doing it together," she replied with an un-Santana-like smile. A phone beeped and Santana reached under her shirt - only Santana would keep her phone under her bra strap - and read whatever was on the screen. "Crap," she exclaimed, walking past us and disappearing into the choir room.
I didn't even pretend to know like I knew what that was all about. "Come on," I said, grabbing Blaine's hand. "The show's about to start."
Intermission rolled around and Blaine and I continued our stroll through the school to stretch our legs. "Wonder what happened to everybody," Blaine commented. "Weren't there supposed to be, like, 600 people here?" I shrugged, resolving to ask Mercedes about it later.
"Listen, Blaine." I stopped walking and he turned to look at me. There was something I needed to tell him, but knew I had to wait until intermission because it was sort of... private. Speaking of private... "Come with me." I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the nearest classroom and closed the door behind us.
"Kurt... is everything okay?"
I nodded. Everything was more than okay, actually. "About earlier... with Karofsky..."
"Yeah, I shouldn't have lost control like that. It's just that he pisses me of so much with what he did to you and..."
I put a hand on his chest. "I thought that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." There I said it. I said it and I couldn't take it back.
"W-What?" he asked, caught totally off guard. As well he should be, considering I'd never said anything like that before.
"Yeah. I don't know what it was, but I have never been that attracted to you." I could feel his heartbeat quicken underneath my hand.
"Kurt..." he said in a tone I didn't recognize.
"I'm sorry," I was quck to apologize, thinking I'd crossed some sort of line. I took my hand off his chest and took a couple of steps back. "I shouldn't have said that. It's too soon and I just..."
"Kurt," he interrupted before I could get into full-on ramble mode.
"Yeah."
"Kiss me," was all he said and I didn't need anymore than that. I closed the distance between us and tilted his head up so I could reach his lips. His hands tangled themselves in my hair and for once I didn't care that it was going to get messed up. One of my hands was on his cheek, the other around his waist, securing him to me. His tongue brushed my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, granting him full access. The hand that was on his cheek found its way up to his hair and not for the first time did I wish that Blaine would let his curls free once in a while. I backed into the teacher's desk and hoisted myself up as Blaine's lips trailed to my neck. He'd never done anything like that before, but it felt so good and I couldn't help but moan.
"Blaine..." I breathed. I felt him smile against my skin and he recaptured my lips with his. I kissed back for a minute, loving the feeling of his hands creeping beneath my shirt. Then I remembered that I had something to tell him. I gently pushed him away. "Wait a second." He gave me a look that clearly asked if I was crazy. "Intermission's almost over," I said, trying to keep my thoughts straight, which was hard considering the fact that Blaine looked so goddamn sexy with his hair all mussed and his lips bruised from my kisses. "We should... get back in there."
"I don't want to," he pouted, his hands creeping under my shirt again. I shuddered at the touch of his fingers on my bare stomach and I almost caved.
Almost.
"No," I said, taking his hands and holding them firmly so they couldn't wander and get me even more off track. "Mercedes is performing and if I'm not there, she'll murder me." We both laughed, though it wasn't a joke.
"Fine," he sighed, defeated.
As we walked out of the classroom and back to the auditorium, I said, "You know, my parents are visiting Carole's sister in Columbus for the weekend and Finn's staying over at Puckerman's for the night..." I trailed off, letting him fill in the blanks.
"I like the way you think, Hummel." He planted a kiss on my cheek before we walked into the auditorium.
So that's my sad, sad attempt at writing sexy time haha (I'm such a baby penguin). Hope I didn't disappoint those who prompted this :)
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