Sorry about the delay guys - real life getting in the way again! This chapter is a little short but I like it a lot :D

Liz xxx

Chapter 4

For a second Kurt's eyes glazed over. It was only for a fraction of a second – something nobody else would have noticed. But I did.

"It was one hell of a kiss." Now his eyes flashed to me again, this time filled with hatred.

"I've had better." It was funny how Kurt hated me. He'd always claimed to be the biggest romantic – swooning the most at my loving gestures, painting our future together. Hell – he'd even been the one to coin that stupid thing about me being Prince Charming. I knew I was a softie but Kurt had been the softest, something to do with being younger and more immature I guess. But despite all his gushiness he was equally capable of being extremely vindictive.

"Me too." Of course I hated him just as much – perhaps more. But he was the most outward about it.

"Yeah right." Kurt shuffled in his seat, scoffing and folding his arms. "Like Natasha?" My face fell. Brian shot me a worried look – body poised to jump in if I got angry. Steve also looked worried, for once leaving the safe bubble that seemed to surround his laptop. But I wasn't going to be defeated that easily.

"I wasn't talking about a different person."

"Oh God Blaine." As Kurt slammed into the open doorway I followed swiftly, pressing my body hard into his. He tried to fumble for his keys but I stuck my tongue in his mouth and my hand on his ass and such thoughts were quickly forgotten.

"Kurt I want you so bad." Kissing him deeply as passionately I groaned, long sensual groans full of need and my boyfriend responded accordingly – fixing his arms round my neck and clutching my back muscles like they were life support.

Gradually we made our way inside, stumbling as we kept contact and feeling around with the one spare hand we had each to make it to the bed. There was so much stuff in Kurt's room – I'm surprised I didn't step on some fashion magazine or sewing kit. When I finally felt the softness of the covers I pushed Kurt gently and he fell backwards, taking me with him.

Things had progressed very swiftly since our first date. The first had lead to a second, then a third, fourth and fifth and now we were here. I liked Kurt – a lot – he was funny, smart, charming and seemed to like me just as much as I did him. Not to mention he was the best kisser I had ever experienced.

"Blaine." As I lay on top of him, our feet still touching the floor, Kurt broke our mouths apart to breathlessly pant something. "What if Rachel comes in?"

"Who cares?" I smiled, moving my head back down to begin sucking on his neck and he moaned. Kurt had somehow managed to swing a mixed dormitory, with his best friend from home Rachel sharing with him. Maybe it was the fact that he was gay and as a result there wouldn't be any sexual activity (well, at least not between the two of them) or the generous donation his parents had made, but it had happened. I suppose I should be annoyed there was always the chance of the boisterous female turning up and spoiling our fun. To be honest I found it a major turn on.

"Blaine please…" Ignoring my boyfriend I lifted my body up so I could drag his legs onto the bed, then jumped up myself and hovered over him.

"Don't you find this incredibly hot?" He looked at me, confused.

"What?"

"The fact we're in a dorm – a shared dorm. Is it just me?" For a second his eyebrows furrowed and I wondered if he understood. Then he smiled.

"This turns you on?" Oh God. I could feel myself blushing.

"Kinda." Kinda. You liar. You lived for these moments. Kurt reached his hand up to run it slowly across the back of my neck, making me shiver.

"Well let's not waste any more time then." As he grinned the realisation slowly dawned – dropping back onto him I straddled his body with my legs and leant down to cup his face with my hands and kiss it as deeply as I possibly could. Kurt's hands ran down my back and then reached the bottom of my shirt – pulling it up over my head and then dropping it in favour of reaching for my pants.

"OHGOD!" Suddenly the sound of a shrill shriek filled the room. Jumping out of my skin I broke away to see Rachel standing in the doorway – her shopping bags now lying on the floor with their contents spilling out of them.

"Boys!" Letting out a deep sigh I rolled off my boyfriend – laying on the bed next to him with our bodies still touching.

"Sorry Rachel." Kurt didn't really sound too sorry, something that made me smile, and his roomie scrambled to pick up her things.

"You know if you're gonna, do things, you need some symbol. Like a sock on the door handle or something…"

"Rachel did we really step back into the seventies?" I laughed, leaning in to press a kiss to Kurt's cheek and then left my hand there to stroke it gently.

"No…but even so. Blaine is here a lot."

"You are aren't you?" As my boyfriend turned to look at me I wasn't sure if he was joking or not. "Why is that?"

"Well," I began, taking from his smile and the hand currently running down my back that I wasn't being grilled, "I guess I never got to experience this – being in a dorm. It makes me feel like I'm not missing out."

"Any other reason?" Biting his lip and transferring his hand to my bare chest Kurt's face drifted coyly towards mine. I grinned.

"Maybe one." Our lips met and I sighed in pleasure. Kurt rolled on top of me again and started deepening the kiss before the sound of a throat clearing cut us off.

"You know you seriously need to get laid Rachel." The squeak of Kurt's best friend made me laugh – I poked him in the chest and gave him a mock disdainful look even though I fully agreed.

"KURT! You can't just say that!"

"But it's true. You do." For a second the brown haired girl was unable to speak, her face red and flustered as she fought for words.

"Well…well not all of us can randomly find Prince Charmings in coffee shops!" Throwing her hands in the air Rachel huffed and Kurt laughed.

As she began tidying up her side of the room I pulled Kurt close, still focusing on one thing she had said.

"It's fun to wind her up isn't it?"

"Do you really call me Prince Charming?" My boyfriend's face turned pink. I was whispering so Rachel couldn't hear and had our lips millimetres apart.

"Um…maybe. You did kinda sweep me off my feet." He tried to look away in embarrassment but I grabbed hold of his face, keeping it there so I could stare into his eyes.

"The same goes for you. The amount of sweeping you've done you should scrap fashion and become a janitor." Kurt laughed. His mouth stretched into a smile, showing off his pearly white teeth and his eyes became alive with happiness. "We're each other's Prince Charming." Closing the final few millimetres I kissed him lightly. Kurt closed his eyes, before opening them again as we broke away.

"Do you really wanna piss Rachel off?" A devilish grin stretch across his face, eyes glancing quickly over to his best friend behind him, who was probably trying to ignore our sweet nothing whispering.

"Hell yeah." Feeling a hand press against my back I suddenly had lips on mine again, and a tongue pressing rapidly against my teeth.

"Oh Blaine! OH BLAINE!" Realising what was happening I shifted my body in closer and played along.

"Yes Kurt! YES RIGHT THERE!" I let my hands run across his body, reaching for the bottom of his shirt, and then heard the annoyed shriek of Rachel behind us.

"THAT IS IT!" Bags were dropped back on the floor and the sound of stomping feet travelled across the room. As the door opened and she went to leave Kurt suddenly broke away for a second.

"Er Rachel," He said, still a little out of breath but grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Sock on the door please."