Hidden Smiles

Kurt sits in the back of the choir room, legs crossed and hands primly clasped over his knee. His boots, black and reaching high on his calf, cover the bottoms of his grey skinny jeans, leaving his long and shapely legs on display.

Mercedes sits close to him on his right, occasionally looking over to share a smile with him as she talks with Tina, and Kurt absently listens to the various conversations occurring around the room. He is amused by Mercedes, Tina and Rachel, disturbed by Finn, Puck and Artie, and scarred for life by what Santana and Brittany are saying.

He really ought to know better than to eavesdrop, especially considering the rather interesting things that some of the glee members have to say, but it really can come in handy.

The conversation around him tapers to a stop as Mr. Shuester walks through the door, arms full of sheet music, and takes front and centre to introduce their weekly assignments.

As the teacher moves to the white board, a bounce of excitement in his step, Kurt reaches up and adjusts his scarf. He can't help but take the opportunity to slide his fingers under the soft material and over the smooth skin of his neck. The contours where his tendons and muscles define the long, pale column are pocked by darkened marks.

Kurt was always careful before and didn't let Noah bite and suck on his skin, skin which bruised beautifully, anywhere it couldn't be easily covered. But last night, as they lay intertwined on Kurt's bed, pillows flung around them and covers crumpled at their feet, Kurt hadn't the mind to protest.

Pressing his pointer finger into one of the marks, feeling the heat of it, Kurt has never been happier to have let Noah have his way. This is the first time he's dropped his compunctions and given in, and with how much he wishes he could signal Noah to follow him into the janitor's closet at the moment, it won't be the last.

Looking across the choir room to where Puck is sitting two rows down, Kurt finds the other boy staring at him. Staring at his neck, where Kurt's fingers are caressing over hidden bruises. Kurt feels a light flush of colour permeate his skin.

Puck notices his attention and winks, smirking at him in a self-satisfied way. Kurt wants to kiss the expression from his face.

As Mr. Shuester extols something about an age-old classic that he'd taken Regionals with during his time in glee, Kurt finds himself biting down just a little on his bottom lip and smiling back.

No one else in the room notices the moment, and before it can linger for very long, it is gone. Kurt turns his attention back to Mr. Shuester with a hint of a smile on his face and contentment in his chest.