Title: "French Homework"

Rating: PG

Pairing: Klaine

Author: HotPink-Sunglasses

Notes:Another drabble in the "Journal Entry" series. This never happened. I do not own "Glee". (And if I did, it wouldn't be the hot mess that it is now. … What new kids?) This is set somewhere in during "Original Song," after the kiss (that I've changed, remember?) but before regionals. POV shifts between Kurt and Blaine quite a bit, but I think it's still cohesive.

Blaine's journal entry to Kurt:

-I can always get you to warm up by scratching at the back of your head, your soft hair brushing against my fingers…

...

Oh, I know you hate it, Kurt. You hate it when I mess up your hair. But I can't seem to stop my hand from wandering up your back, fingertips dancing along your spine. Before my mind has caught up with my body, my fingers are tangled in your hair, scratching at the skin just above your hairline. I can feel your body tense up, wanting to tell me to knock it off. But you can't, can you?

Blaine put down his pen and shut his journal.

...

Rather early in their relationship, Blaine discovered he had an obsession with cradling Kurt's head as they kissed.

It's amazing, how shy they both seemed to be around each other for the first couple of days after they had kissed for the first time. Blaine would look up at Kurt over their homework in the library and catch just the slightest hint of a smile on Kurt's lips before he quickly looked down, blushing. And Kurt would catch Blaine quickly looking away during Warblers rehearsal.

As far as Blaine was concerned, this was getting ridiculous. They were boyfriends now, no longer just friends. Why hadn't they kissed since their first time?

The day before regionals, Kurt and Blaine walked back to Blaine's dorm room after rehearsal, fingers linked between them. Kurt readjusted his bag, which was filled with an obscene amount of homework. They planned on working on their homework tonight, since they would be busy most of the day tomorrow with regionals. And if they happened to end up leaning against each other while watching a movie during a study break, or – better yet – maybe kissing some more, then that was just fine with him.

Blaine opened his door and walked in, pulling Kurt in behind him. David wasn't here, which Blaine was grateful for. Tossing his bag unceremoniously on his desk, he sighed as he sat on his bed. Kurt set his bag next to Blaine's as he sat on the desk chair, beginning to take out his homework.

"French, first?" Kurt asked.

Blaine blinked.

Whoa. What?

It was only after Kurt held up his French textbook that Blaine blushed. He had thought Kurt meant… well…

"Sure," Blaine replied, a little disappointed. He stood up and crossed to his desk, leaning down next to Kurt as he began to dig in his own bag for his French textbook.

Kurt stilled, trying to even out his breathing. Why was he so nervous?

Oh, maybe because this was pretty much the only time they had been alone in two days, ever since thethat first bashful meeting of lips. He still was silently holding a grudge against David and Wes, who had walked by shortly after Kurt and Blaine's first kiss. He thought he saw a hint of a smile on their faces as they walked by, talking about some new movie that was coming out the following week. Ever since then it seemed that someone had always been around them. Classmates, roommates, Warblers. Kurt was dying to kiss Blaine again.

Blaine leaned over Kurt and grabbed a pen from the pencil holder on the desk, smiling at his boyfriend as he did so. He went back to the bed and flopped on his stomach with his head at the foot end. He looked at Kurt and smiled again as he caught his boyfriend's gaze.

Enough of this, Anderson.

"Come over here?" Blaine asked.

Kurt smiled shyly and crossed to Blaine's bed, sitting on the edge. Blaine reached over and put his hand on top of Kurt's, much like he had done on Wednesday. God, was that only two days ago?

"Y'know," Blaine began, "it seems like someone's always been around us for the past couple of days."

Kurt laughed, quietly. "You noticed that, too?"

Blaine flopped himself over and leaned up on one of his elbows. "Definitely." His gaze flicked quickly to Kurt's lips, then back into his blue eyes.

Blaine smiled and blushed. He put more weight on his right arm as his left hand slinked around to Kurt's back. Blaine's fingertips brushed up Kurt's blazer as they slowly climbed upward, finally stopping at Kurt's neck as he pulled him down for a chaste kiss. Kurt smiled as he leaned over Blaine, pressing his lips to the other boy's mouth. Finally…

Kurt pulled back and smiled at Blaine.

"You know, I've been wanting to do that over and over since Wes and David interrupted us the other day," he admitted, shyly looking away from Blaine.

Blaine laughed. Kurt looked back at him incredulously. He's laughing at me!

Blaine sat up all the way, sitting Indian-style and facing Kurt. He took one of Kurt's hands in both of his own. "Me, too," he said, still chuckling. "I don't know why, but I still feel kind of shy around you when it comes to kissing. Like… I want to. God, I want to. All the time. But I'm still kind of nervous about it. I dunno. Isn't that stupid?" Blaine looked down again, absentmindedly stroking his thumb over the back of Kurt's hand.

Kurt looked up from his hand in between Blaine's.

"Not at all. I've been feeling the exact same way."

Kurt leaned in, pressing his mouth to Blaine's. Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the happy tingle that raced through his entire body. One of Blaine's hands left his own.

Before he could even think of where Blaine's hand would end up, Kurt felt it tangling in his hair just above his neck. He made a small noise and pulled back from the kiss, opening his eyes to see Blaine's confused expression.

Kurt smiled and shook his head no. "Not the hair," he whispered. He reached up and smoothed down his hair where Blaine had messed it up. Leaning in again, he pressed his lips against Blaine's. Rougher this time. More bold.

He felt Blaine smile against his mouth as Blaine's hand tangled in Kurt's hair again in the exact same spot.

"Mmph." Kurt tried to pull away again, but Blaine's left hand held his head firmly in place.

"Blaine," he managed to say with a grin, pulling away from Blaine's lips before continuing his scolding. "Don't." Kiss. "Mess." Kiss. "Up." Kiss. "My hair." Kiss.

Then Blaine's fingers began to scratch just ever so softly at Kurt's scalp, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

Ohhhhh…

Kurt sighed against Blaine's lips, then felt himself nearly go limp with how good it felt, having Blaine's fingers scratch at his neck like that. Blaine could mess up his hair like that anytime he wanted to, as far as he was concerned… as long as he kept scratching like that. God.

Being a little bit braver than he felt, Kurt experimentally swiped his tongue softly against Blaine's lower lip, asking for more. He felt Blaine tense, then open his mouth in response. Kurt's tongue found Blaine's and slid against it. He felt another tingle go through his body. Wow…

Blaine didn't stop scratching at the base of Kurt's hairline as he leaned in further, tongue more desperate, pushing Kurt back into the pillows on his bed.

French, indeed.