Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, again! And I thank you all for all the lovely prompts and nounds you've been giving me. I plan to get to all of them eventually!

addictedtokurtabstian prompted something along the lines of a semi-public sexual counter, and this is what happened.

Enjoy.

(Warning: This one gets kind of cray and it involves a very, very embarrassed Blaine Anderson.)

A New Directions lock-in. They should have known it would turn out to be the inevitable, walking in on Finn, quite possibly cupping Rachel's breasts in the room next door. Next door. Everyone was disgusted at the audacity and the couple's incapability to keep their hands off of each other for a mere minute, and incapability to lock a door. Santana preached of the stomach-curdling wankiness of the situation, Kurt gaped and blushed, Blaine giggled, Brittany stared, Puck hollered something about congratulating his boy for keeping his balls in working order, and the rest simply turned away in disgust. Though, yes, they knew it was the inevitable.

Though, the other couples have managed to spend time with their friends, playing various ridiculous activities (mostly requested by Santana) and are just thankful Mr. Shuester wasn't around right now or else that'd be very awkward.

That said, after the group had returned from finding Finn and Rachel and babbling about how sickened they were by their lust, Santana had a wicked grin plastered across her face and was aiming it straight at one Mr. Blaine Anderson.

Feeling the gaze, Blaine shifted his weight uncomfortably on his left foot, and moved closer to Kurt for comfort. Santana, quite frankly scared him senseless.

"You. Hairy hobbit, are about to be in for it. Kurt, give me your tie." Santana instructed.

"What?" Blaine mumbled, confused and worried as ever.

"Santana, what are you going to do to Blaine?" Kurt grumbled, clearly fed up with Santana's silly games.

"Don't worry, it'll be fun. It's a little game I like to call kiss-and-guess. Blaine'll be the victim in this case, because damn we all need an excuse to put our lips on his." Santana winked, causing Blaine to blush and grip Kurt's bicep. Kurt rolled his eyes. "We tie him up to the chair and blindfold him. All he as to do is sit there and let the lips do the talking."

"Santana, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this. Or Kurt, for that matter." Blaine argued politely.

The room burst out into encouragements of "come on, Blaine." And "it'll be fun"'s, and Kurt was the one to shush the crowd.

"I give you my permission, Blaine. It's not like you're going to run off and have affairs with everyone. You love me too much." Kurt teased.

"Yeah, I do. And fine, I'll do it. Only because Kurt's okay with it and all you people are creepy perverts." Blaine mumbled, sitting himself down on the seat Santana gingerly scooted into the middle of the room.

Santana smirked, running her hands over Blaine's shoulders before leaning down in one overly-sexual move and tied Blaine's hands with Brittany's shoelace. Sure, it was easy enough to wriggle out of but she didn't think Blaine would want to stop. Performing and being the center of attention is this guy's biggest turn-on. He's practically a whore for it. "Tie."

Kurt unfastened his tie and threw it towards Santana. He then turned and smiled at Blaine, patting him on the shoulder. He walked back the group who were contemplating who the first mystery-kisser would be.

After a few giggles and hushed whispers, Blaine heard faint, small footsteps padding towards him. His heartbeat began to quicken, he was quite honestly afraid. He felt strange-kissing someone he wasn't madly in love with. Sure, he'd done it before but this was going to mean nothing, and that goes against everything he has ever believed in.

Suddenly, Blaine felt soft, full lips flush against his. The way they were moving so vulgarly, asserting dominance and daring to try for some tongue-he knew. "Santana."

"Damn, short-stack has got game. I'm nearly swooning. One point for the not-so-Dapper Dan over here." Santana gushed.

Next, was Puck. It was so obvious, the tentative, not so sure lips and the quickness of it all gave it away instantly. Another point for Blaine.

The hardest came after a few correctly guessed kisses (Rachel, Mike, Brittany) , thin, waxy lips (presumably lipstick) against his. He contemplating for a minute. he debated against Quinn, Tina or Sugar. "Hmm, Sugar?"

"Nope, it was me, Quinn. Point for us. Looks like Blaine over here isn't as good as we thought he was."

"I'm sorry I'm not a all-telling-lip guru. But I'd have to say, strangely, that I think Rachel and Quinn's lips would fit well together." Blaine thought out loud, and the group burst into laugh's. Blaine could practically imagine the confusion on Finn's face, and the blush's on the two girls. Hey, it was the truth.

"One last one. Let's see if you can get this one right, if you do, you get to pick the next victim." Santana sneered.

Blaine sighed, but what could he really do? He had already gone through kissing various members, what could one more do? But oh all the sudden soft, coffee and strawberry tasting lips were flush against his, open-mouthed and wanting. Tracing a line across Blaine's bottom lip, and Blaine smiled against his mouth because he knew who it was. Kurt. He felt a little embarrassed at the moan that slipped as Kurt nibbled on his bottom lip. Until he realized, though he couldn't see the group, that he was surrounded by people and exhibitionism has never been his forte. Sure, he loved performing but this was Kurt and intimacy was their thing. He stiffened quickly as he made this realization, and paled as he noticed how turned on he was. Surely everyone knew by now, surely it was obvious. Blaine wriggled out of the shoelace and quickly uncovered his eyes, letting the tie flutter to the ground.

He felt silly, just standing there, the group staring at them with mock-teasing expressions on their face. Kurt was staring at him, blushing crimson red . Blaine ghosted his fingers over his own lips-they felt kiss swollen to him. Blaine made his excuses, muttering something about needed to use the restroom. Santana chuckled, and the rest of the group continued on with conversations.

Shortly after pushing into the men's bathroom, Kurt burst in behind him, breathless and blushing.

"I'm sorry." Kurt muttered. "I just...I saw you kissing all those people and I didn't realize how jealous I'd get. They were all muttering about how hot and sexy and absolutely delicious you were and how was I not suppose to remember all the times I got to taste just exactly how divine you are?" Kurt spoke bashfully.

"Oh my god, Kurt. You just-you got me half hard from just a kiss. Please help me out here." Blaine begged, diving in for a kiss.

"We're...we're in school." Kurt muttered against his lips.

"That didn't seem to stop you earlier."

"Blaine" Kurt groaned, buried deep in Blaine's hair.

"I'm okay with it if you're okay with it."

And that was it, they were going to do this. Blaine pressed Kurt against the wood door, kissing a line down the column of his neck. Blaine wedged his thigh in between Kurt's and pressed upwards, causing them both to gasp. Were they really going to do this? Get off with each other at school, at a New Directions lock in just like they shamed Finn and Rachel for? They were different. They kept thinking to themselves as they kissed and touched, because they were. It wasn't all out of lust and just having a warm body to depend on-they were so much more and that made it okay, right? It seemed justified so they continued. Kurt was now on his knees, fumbling with Blaine's zipper. Blaine's hands were holding himself up against the wood door, pushing back with all of his force to just stay standing. Until, that is Blaine was pressing back against the door for a whole other reason.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Blaine's eyes grew to the size of saucers, and Kurt squealed before biting down on the fabric of Blaine's jeans that were now pooled at his knees. Blaine was naked and hard right in front of him, and not even the interruption or fear managed to diminish Blaine's desperation in the slightest. Kurt would be feeling proud right now, but someone or something is trying to interrupt their little love nest and that definitely had to be dealt with first.

"Oh, shit, Artie. Someone locked the only open bathroom we know of." Came Puck's voice through the thick door.

"No, it's probably just stuck. Mr. Shue made sure it was unlocked for us before he left. Just push harder. Here, I'll help."

Blaine bit his lip to stop from moaning or making any sort of sound, because surely it would be pornographic and give them away. They had been gone for a while and shit, Blaine could barely feel anything but want and he should feel bashful for that but Kurt was still on his knees and was still making muffled moans.

Puck and Artie pushed against the door, and that was it. It was flying open and Kurt and Blaine were being sweeped across the tiles and smashing straight into the wall. They ere stunned, frozen, aching and afraid, amking no noise whatsoever. Artie and Puck strolled in, chatting about how they were totally 'bamf' for opening a jammed door, completely oblivious to the interrupting they just took part in. They walked past the partitioner, and were stripping by the sinks into their pajamas, out of view.

"Shit." Blaine muttered.

Kurt quickly, in one swift motion dragged Blaine's pants and boxers back up, causing Blaine to hiss. The friction of the fabric pulling against his cock was too much, and that was that, he was coming qnd moaning obscenely. And if he wasn't embarrassed earlier, he sure as hell was now because he stood there wearing soiled paints and Puck and Artie have now ran over there and realized the scene before them.

There was a silent lull for a moment, neither one of them sure of what to do or say. No one was naked-thank god. Puck was clad in only his boxers, Artie was shirtless, Kurt was completely disheveled, and Blaine was suffering from one of the greatest feelings ever-post orgasmic bliss and there was nothing to be said besides:

"Damn."

And surely neither Kurt, Blaine nor the entire glee club predicted this to be the inevitable, but it sure as hell was the perfect way to make them both blush at any given opportunity.

Author's Note: Yeah, this could have totally happened...

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