Chapter Seven – Study Date

Kurt stared at his Calculus teacher and then turned his head around to look at Blaine as the class broke into shocked commotion.

"Now, class! My words are final."

Blaine looked confused and frustrated at the same time as his eyes met Kurt's, mouthing "wtf".

"Wait, so let me get this right. We have a...four-hundred point test Monday...and you tell us this today for the first time...?" asked Puck from the back of the class.

The Calculus teacher sighed as the bell rang. Kurt stood up and piled his books as he put his bag on his shoulder. He looked over at Blaine and waited for him to catch up to him. They walked out to the hall, about to head to lunch.

"Welp...so much for a relaxing weekend," commented Blaine.

Kurt sighed. "I'm sure that we can still have fun and study. There. Study date," said Kurt, a smirk on his lips.

Blaine chuckled and grabbed Kurt's hand. "If you say so."

"Oh, I do say so, Blaine Warbler." Kurt smirked in reply.

They got to lunch, grabbed their food, and sat down at the Glee table. As soon as they sat down, Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist again but this time, it felt more...more real. When Kurt had finished his lunch, he felt sleep begin to nag at him. He bent his head over and rested it in the crook of Blaine's neck. Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt in response.

"They're being so cute I think I just lost my appetite," commented Santana, who had angrily dropped her fork to her tray.

Rachel snickered at Santana.

"I mean, c'mon. Am I right?" asked Santana, accusingly.

Kurt felt Blaine stiffen slightly. He looked over and saw Blaine's face unreadable. "Listen, I know you're not too happy that we have something you don't have, but if you would be so kind as to keep your comments to yourself. Have a problem with us? We'll move to a different table," said Blaine in a calm fashion.

Kurt smiled, taken aback. "Wow," he said, followed by a short laugh.

Blaine looked at Kurt and curled his lips into a beautiful, small smile. Blaine the leaned forward and pecked Kurt on the lips. The contact was less teasing than the one yesterday, but still a tease. If he could have his way, he'd basically attack Blaine's face right now. Blaine seemed to be feeling the same way. Kurt could see it in his eyes, watching Blaine's hazel eyes slightly darken.

They looked back at Santana to see her already walking away towards the Cheerios table. "Well that settles it then," spoke Blaine.

-()-()-()-()-

Kurt opened his car door and Blaine opened his. They got out at the same time and approached Kurt's front door. Burt was sitting at the tv. Today was his day off. "Dad, I would like you to meet Blaine," said Kurt as they walked into the living room where Burt was.

Burt looked away from the tv screen and up at the two boys standing in the room.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," said Blaine as he stepped forward and outstretched his hand to Burt.

Burt looked down at the hand for a moment before he took it and shook it. But before Blaine could pull his hand back, Burt tightened his grip. "I know what calling a friend's father 'sir' means. Hurt him and I will hurt you," said Burt with that dangerous look on his face.

Blaine nodded his head, looking awkward as he finally got his hand back. "We have a Calculus test to study for Monday, so is it okay that he stays a bit here and then tomorrow evening?" asked Kurt, who was now in the kitchen, looking for snacks. Blaine stayed close behind him.

"Yeah, sure," answered Burt.

Kurt had grabbed a few random bags of chips and some cans of soda as he walked over to the door to the basement. Blaine stuck to Kurt like velcro. Kurt sat the snacks and drinks on his bed.

"I am so...tired!" exclaimed Blaine followed by a groan as he plopped down on the empty side of Kurt's bed, barely upsetting the snacks and only toppling the pop cans over.

Kurt smirked and took off his sweater. "So the coffee did nothing?" asked Kurt as he slid his Calculus book from his bag. He pushed the snacks off to the side enough for him to sit down. He sat the cans on his night stand and sat the bags of chips down by the bed. Kurt laid down beside Blaine.

Blaine chuckled. "Nope."

"Me either," said Kurt as he closed his eyes and put the back of his hand over his forehead.

Just then, Kurt felt Blaine scooted over to Kurt's side and hugged him close. "Can't we just take a nap before we do the studying part?" asked Blaine as he buried his face in Kurt's neck.

Kurt blushed deeply, shocked at the sudden contact. Thinking it bold enough, he wrapped his arms back around Blaine. "No...c'mon. We really need to start studying," said Kurt.

Blaine groaned, his groan vibrating through Kurt's neck and sending a shiver down his spine. "Well, first thing's first," he said as he got to his feet and grabbed his own Calculus book.

"What?" asked Kurt as he got to his feet.

Blaine walked around the bed and stood before Kurt, plopping his book down beside Kurt's. The way Blaine was looking at Kurt really made him blush. Blaine blushed in response and took a step close to Kurt. "Now. I promised a real kiss," said Blaine.

Kurt sucked in a breath as Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's cheek and leaned in. The same soft and warm lips pressed against Kurt's lips. Kurt bit back a moan at the amazing feeling of finally being able to fully kiss Blaine...his real fake boyfriend.

Kurt heard Blaine growl deep in his chest as he slid his hand down to wrapping around Kurt's body, pulling him close. Kurt forgot how to breathe again as he could feel the heat radiating through Blaine's and Kurt's clothes. It felt amazing. He felt...complete...like he didn't know how he had lived his whole life without feeling this.

Blaine turned their connected bodies around until Kurt's back of his knees were hitting the edge of his bed. Just as Blaine was about to push Kurt onto the bed, he pulled away. Kurt let out a deep breath, the one he had been holding in. Kurt let out a whine in protest.

"Kurt...I-"

"What? Do I suck at kissing?" asked Kurt, his eyes widened as he put his hand to his lips.

Blaine chuckled and shook his head. "No. You kiss...amazing. I just...I want to take this slow," said Blaine.

Kurt smiled. "Oh."

-()-()-()-()-

Kurt's eyes opened to the sound of the neighbor's car door slamming. He jumped slightly, but froze when he found Blaine had his arms wrapped around Kurt's waist and his face buried in Kurt's back. Kurt looked over at his clock and it read four am. Kurt took a moment to register his mind. What had happened? How did he get in this situation he was in now?

And then he remembered. He was studying with Calculus, although they kept getting interrupted by the urge to kiss each other. So they had stayed up later than planned working on the studying. They must have fallen asleep.

Kurt sighed and re-positioned himself so that he was more wrapped in Blaine's arms. In an instant, he had fallen back to sleep.

The following morning, Kurt woke up thankful it was Saturday. Blaine was already up, sitting at Kurt's desk working on his homework. Blaine looked over at Kurt and smiled.

"What time is it?" asked Kurt, his fingers rubbing at his eyes.

"It's ten in the morning," replied Blaine.

"And you're up because..."

"I woke up early. Felt wide-awake enough, so I decided to catch up on some class notes," said Blaine.

Kurt chuckled. "Well aren't you Mr. Smartie-Pants," commented Kurt as he pushed the covers off of him and got to his feet. He looked down to see him wearing the outfit he wore yesterday. He groaned. "Okay, ew. These are the clothes I wore yesterday," Kurt said, his voice in disgust.

Blaine threw his head back and laughed. "You're adorable," he commented.

"I'm going to get a shower. Will you be okay for the hours I'll spend in that bathroom?" asked Kurt as he looked into his floor-length mirror and widened his eyes at the sight of his hair.

"I'll be fine," said Blaine.

So Kurt got his shower, styled his hair, and then froze before he walked out of his bathroom, he forgot to grab clothes. He braced himself as he wrapped a towel around his waist. He hurried out of the bathroom and hurried over to his closet, making sure his back was to Blaine. No guy had ever seen Kurt shirtless...let alone just in a towel.

"Whoa," Kurt heard Blaine say.

Kurt sucked in a breath and quickly grabbed a simple white dress shirt and black slacks as he hurried to his drawer for his boxers. "Shut up, I forgot my clothes," said Kurt in an embarrassed voice.

Kurt's face must have been the brightest shade of red possible as he felt Blaine's eyes burn into him. He closed his drawer and hid in the bathroom as he got dressed. He could still hear Blaine's chuckle. He must think I'm a chicken... He sighed and shook his head at himself as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror before he slid into his clothing. He had to admit, he felt proud of himself as he looked closely at his milky white just-enough-toned chest and stomach.

He dropped his towel from his hips and got changed, soon joining Blaine back in his bedroom. Kurt acted as if nothing had happened as he and Blaine went upstairs to the kitchen so that Blaine could call his mother and explain where he was while Kurt cooked a simple (and by simple, I mean simple) breakfast. Coffee, toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon. Burt left early to head on over to the shop so he could get home earlier than usual to catch one of the games on tv. Until then, it was going to be a very relaxing Saturday. Kurt secretly had the pile of movies ready to watch with Blaine.

A/N: So as you can see, I've run out of ideas, leading me to turn to you guys. So if someone would like to suggest what could go on in chapter eight, I'd be eternally grateful! I've had trouble concentrating lately. I think I have ADD. So editing SUCKS and I apologize. Don't forget to review...and help me out. :3