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The Klaine Diaries-One week

Kurt paraded down the halls on McKinley once again, beaming at the fact no one had slushied him yet. He felt weird not being in uniform in a place of education but he wasn't complaining. He saw his best friend at her locker applying mascara; he hopped over and poked his head over the top of the locker door.

"Boo!" a shocked Mercedes looked up, smudging make up over her eye lid.

"AHH!" her scream mad everyone turn towards the now hugging couple.

"What the- what, why? Huh?" she was baffled, and stood holding Kurt's shoulders.

"I'm back bitches!" he placed his good arm on his hip and attempted a click with his bandaged one.

"Ah! This is so great!"

This sort of meeting happened many times throughout the day, but Kurt loved the attention. He hadn't seen Karofsky yet, it was getting towards the end of the day. Kurt was so excited for Glee club that he didn't even notice the stares and strange looks directed to him. Instead, he strutted down the familiar halls with his friends, off to Glee club.

"Please welcome, our semi-new member Kurt Hummel!" Will presented the curtsying Kurt to a cheering New Directions.

The blue-eyed boy took in the appreciation; only one more thing could make it perfect.

"Kurt, sit by me!" Rachel patted the seat next to her and greeted him with a hug as he walked over.

"It's great to have you back, Kurt, you were great at Regionals," Mr Schue smiled as he said his sincere congratulations.

"Thanks, it really is great to be back, honestly I missed you guys so much and I'm ready for nationals!" he patted his knees and grinned.

Nearly all of the other members bowed their heads and started fiddling with their hair, or in Brittany's case, fiddling with Artie's hair. The awkwardness was incredible.

"Uh Kurt, since you haven't competed in Sectionals or Regionals with us, rules state you can't perform at Nationals." Will leant against the piano.

The silence was deafening.

"That's fine, really, it is. It wouldn't feel completely right anyway." The disappointed boy slumped into his chair a little, he meant what he said, but he would feel useless for the next 4 weeks without a purpose for rehearsal.

"You sure?" Finn joined in.

"Yeah, I'll be a roadie or something. Oh no! The costume designer, please?" He held his hands together, almost looking like he was begging.

"Who else would we ask?"

It was a Tuesday, sticking to the schedule; the boys were at the Hummel-Hudson house. Blaine's ribs were pretty much better, so they were back doing what they usually did at around 6:30.

Blaine lay with Kurt's heavy breathing body on top of him, for the first time, only one was in Dalton uniform, the other was in tight red jeans and a grey patterned shirt.

Their kissing was passionate; a whole day of absence from each other had built up to this moment. Blaine caressed Kurt's back and chest, so much so Kurt moaned a little, using his good hand to stoke the other boy's leg up and down.

"I love you Kurt," Blaine said, with only one lip, as his bottom one was being held in between Kurt's teeth. He kissed Blaine's neck and replied,

"I love you too," his voice was husky; it was so different to his normal pitch and tone. Blaine got madly turned on by this and thrust into Kurt's hips, kissing him wildly.

"Ow!" Kurt rolled over, clutching his arm, "Ow I landed on it funny. This stupid thing is getting in the way of everything!"

"Kurt, chill, you lie down," Blaine inter-twined his leg with Kurt's and leant on his side. He brushed Kurt's hair with his hand and placed perfect kisses onto every corner of the younger boys face. He gently nibbled on the soft spot of Kurt's neck that made him shiver. Kurt placed on arm over his shoulder and kissed him back, deeper than before. Blaine's hand wandered towards the top of Kurt's red trousers and was on the verge of dangerous territory. Kurt gasped and looked to where his boyfriend's hand had found itself.

"Blaine, I-," he swallowed, hard and looked up and the boy who's hand now returned to Kurt's face.

"Your not ready I know, I'm sorry."

"No, I can't do this with a broken wrist." Blaine raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"How long till the cast comes off?" breathlessly, he whispered into Kurt's eyes.

"One week, think you can wait till then?" he whispered back, and got a slow nod in response.

This was going to be a long week!