When Blaine got back to college he only had two more weeks before winter break. As he sat on his bed and did the homework he'd neglected that thought invaded his brain. He'd been so worried about Thanksgiving break because it was right in front of him that he'd forgotten his parents wouldn't be around for winter break either. His fingers left the keys and the timer on his accounting quiz continued undisturbed.

Fuck, what was he supposed to do now? Blaine cursed aloud.

"Well that's just what I want to hear." Wes said from the now open door. "What'd you do? Get a vagina on that random webcam chat thing?"

Blaine's internal squickometer went off just thinking about it. "I don't do Omegle." Blaine protested. "And no, I just realized I'm homeless for winter break too."

Wes gave him a look. "You're telling me you have no way to get to your house?"

"Okay, so I'm not ACTUALLY homeless. I just don't have anybody to be with." Blaine sighed.

"I'm sorry dude. I can ask my folks if you can come? But I think Dad's taking us on vacation or something, he was hinting at it like crazy this weekend." Wes offered. "Are you freaking out in the middle of a test, Blaine?" He asked looking at the screen. "You only have two minutes to finish this, Blaine!"

"What?" He looked back at the computer. "Oh, fuck."


Kurt was on fucking cloud nine. Nothing that happened could bring him down. He wasn't a virgin anymore! He'd done sexual things with another person! Another boy! Cloud. Fucking. Nine.

"What's up with Kurt?" Tina whispered behind him in glee.

"I don't know, but he's been like this since Monday." Mercedes answered. Which was a total lie, she DEFINITELY knew. After Blaine and Finn left on Sunday, which didn't happen until two after all, he'd called her and made her come over for a girl chat.

On Sunday Finn was, as always, slow in waking up. Kurt and Blaine used that time wisely, attached at the lips on Kurt's bed for a good half hour. Then they'd started getting heated and Blaine made him come again, rubbing their groins together in the most sinfully delicious way.

Then Blaine had needed to leave and he'd kissed the mark he'd left on Kurt's neck one last time. "I'll text you." He promised and then they'd left Kurt's room and had to pretend they weren't as into each other as they actually were. Still, the high from his orgasm and the pride at having made Blaine get there too carried through the façade and Kurt had found himself not caring.

When Mercedes had arrived at his house he'd already cleaned up his bed and sprayed some air-freshener so she wouldn't know immediately. He led her into the room and just about had a cow when she went to sit on his bed. He'd made her sit at his desk instead. "I had sex." He said simply. Her eyes went huge.

"What?" She'd almost screamed it.

"Not like… naked or anything, but we did… finish." Kurt had blushed so hard he was almost positive he'd never get his blood to leave his face again. "It was with Blaine."

"Kurt…" She gaped. "That was kinda fast…"

"I know." Kurt looked away. "I know it's fast, and I won't really be seeing him again… but Mercedes… I'm really happy."

She'd bit her lip then… "You're happy?"

"Really happy." Kurt had agreed, nodding almost violently.

"Okay. I won't say anything bad then." She promised. "Now tell me details boy." Her eyes had lit up at the prospect of gossip and Kurt hadn't planned to disappoint.


To Kurt:

From Blaine:

(3:42 pm)

hey, hows u?

From Kurt:

To Blaine:

(3:49 pm)

We really need to work on your text-talk, it's abominable.

To Kurt:

From Blaine:

(3:54 pm)

whoa now, breaking out the big words. haha. but rlly, howre u?

From Kurt:

To Blaine:

(4:01 pm)

I'm perfectly fine, thank you. How're you? Finn said you guys have finals this week.

To Kurt:

From Blaine:

(4:05 pm)

we do, im avoiding my accting right now. wanna entertain me?

From Kurt:

To Blaine:

(4:09 pm)

Do you have FaceTime?

Blaine responded by starting a chat. "Hey, gorgeous." He smiled at Kurt's delighted face.

"Hi." The boy blushed. "What's A-C-C-T-I-N-G stand for?"

"Accouting." Blaine answered. "I'm taking Financial right now, not fun."

"That sounds really boring." Kurt admitted, pulling a face. "Better than my history class though, that man puts me to sleep."

"Happens in college too. My Management teacher is the dullest person I've ever had the misfortune to be taught by. I need to bring an espresso to that class just to stay awake. Luckily, I'll never have to take him again!" Blaine smiled at the thought of it.

"How many finals are you taking?" Kurt asked.

"Three, the other ones have, blessedly, already happened this week. Some teachers just don't like using Finals Week." Blaine shrugged. It worked better for him that way; he didn't have any finals on the same day. "What about you? Any tests coming up in school?"

"I have a French test tomorrow." Kurt shrugged. "I'll do fine. I'm the best in that class. J'adore francais."

"That's cute." Blaine smiled. "You should speak French more often."

"Do you know any?" he asked, eyes lighting up.

"Not really, but I took Spanish in high school, I might be able to get some of it."

"Maybe later then." Kurt smiled and Blaine wanted to touch him. He was so pretty…

"Okay." Blaine agreed easily. This was the second time they'd talked to each other since Blaine had come back to school, and he was so happy about that. Kurt was such a good guy. "Can I see your outfit today?"

"Oh." Kurt blushed. "Okay." He set his phone down and fiddled with the angle for a few seconds, forgetting how close that made it get to his face, and then backed up so he was fully on the screen. "I'm still wearing scarves because of you."

"It didn't go away?" Blaine felt a surge of pride. Four days and his hickey still hadn't gone away.

"No." Kurt shook his head and came back to the phone, bringing it closer. "But I think I might be able to try putting some consealer on it tomorrow." Blaine felt his face fall. "Or not…" Kurt cocked his head. "You like the idea of it on me don't you?"

Blaine bit his lip. Was he really that predictable? "Yes." He admitted. "Can I see it?"

"Only if you're good." Kurt winked. Where did this boy come from? He was being SO flirty!

"Well what constitutes good in your eyes my good sir?" Blaine asked playfully.

"I want to see those nail marks I left on your shoulders." Kurt said and his voice dropped. Blaine raised an eyebrow at him. Kurt's eyes were dark, which might have been a trick of the camera, but then again… Blaine stripped off his shirt.

"Okay." He said and then brought the phone over his shoulder so Kurt could see his back and the marks he'd left.

"Oh…" Kurt gasped, one sharp intake of breath. "Oh, I…"

Blaine brought the phone back so he could look at Kurt. "Kurt?" He asked, but the boy didn't answer. Instead he was staring wide-eyed into the camera, a look of unmistakable arousal on his face. "You like it?" Blaine smirked.

"Yes." Kurt admitted and then finally blushed. "You want your turn now don't you?"

"I do." Blaine nodded. He contemplated putting his shirt back on, but it wasn't really necessary. He enjoyed the flushed look on Kurt's face.

Slowly Kurt pealed the scarf away from his neck. It was a green thing, pretty in its own right, but much prettier off his boy. As the camera closed in on Kurt's neck it shook a little, but Blaine barely noticed. There, on Kurt's neck, were the remains of his epic hickey. It looked wonderful, and Blaine wanted to sink his lips on it again. That patch of Kurt's neck had been so good…

Blaine gasped. "You like it?" Kurt asked, a tremble and nervousness to his voice.

"I love it." Blaine agreed easily. He wanted to be there in person to make the mark come back to life, to keep it on Kurt's skin forever. "It's a shame it's healing."

"Hey…" Kurt narrowed his eyes. "That's awfully. I've had to pretend to be getting a cold to stop my dad from asking questions! And now Carole wants to give me medicine because it's been a few days!"

Blaine laughed. "I'm sorry about that. I'll put it somewhere more easily hidden next time."

"Next time?" Kurt asked and his eyes got wide. Blaine realized what he'd said… next time… that meant he intended there to be a next time… did he intend there to be a next time?

"Yeah." Blaine heard himself agreeing. "Next time."