A/N: The aftermath of the game of Truth or Dare from chapter one, at last. And this got way angstier than I was planning, and dredged up a lot of issues I didn't know where there, so this kinda needs some more written to it. I don't know when I'll be able to, but I will do it.
Blaine's tongue was carefully tracing the contours and dips of Kurt's ear, breath warm on the lobe, when there was an obnoxiously loud knock on the door of the cupboard.
"Anderson, bro, your time's up," called Puck's voice. "I tried stalling for you, but the others wouldn't have it."
Blaine ignored Puck, nipping at Kurt's ear and making him groan. Someone - probably Puck; almost certainly Puck, in fact - whistled shrilly. Someone else banged even harder on the door.
"Anderson," Santana yelled, "as happy as I am that you're finally getting your gay on with Virgin Princess Hummel, you needs to get the hell out of there."
Blaine pulled back from the crook of Kurt's neck to shout, "Why the fuck should I?"
"Because Britts and I want to get our mack on too, and if you don't come out by yourself, we're opening this door whether your pants are on or not."
Kurt's eyes snapped open at that, and he pushed himself away from Blaine's mouth and hands.
"They can't know," he hissed. "Open the door!"
Blaine felt his stomach twist up in knots, which was ridiculous. He didn't want everyone to know he was dating Kurt any more than Kurt did. He didn't...did he?
Okay, perhaps he did. Every time Kurt acted like there was nothing going on between them, it felt like Blaine was being punched in the stomach.
He wasn't very good at saying no to Kurt, though, so he made a attempt to smooth his clothes but gave up rather quickly, made sure that Kurt was presentable (because these things were more important to Kurt), and opened the door.
The New Directions were all crowded around the cupboard door, looking far too interested for anyone's good. Puck gave Blaine the once-over, eyes flicking up and down his body, and grinned, punching Blaine's arm lightly.
"I'm impressed, dude. I guess Hummel was worth all the effort you put in."
Blaine schooled his features into a cocky smirk and shrugged. "It was all right, I s'ppose," he said nonchalantly. "Didn't let me do much more than kiss him though." Which was a lie, but a necessary one. At least, it was in Kurt's eyes, and what was important to Kurt was important to Blaine.
"Those hickeys tell a different story, hobbit," Santana said, bright, glittering, wicked eyes zeroing in on the marks and bruises littering Kurt's neck. "Did you scream, Hummel?"
Kurt scoffed loudly and pushed past the crowd to sit down on the sofa in the corner. "Whatever, Lopez. It's not like it'll ever happen again."
Blaine winced and looked down, wondering why that hurt so much.
