Major jump in time here - we're going from 'Never Been Kissed' to 'Night of Neglect'. Also, there's virtually no angst. Yay!
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This 'Night of Neglect' is strange, he thinks.
It just kinda of reminds him how... uncool Glee clubs can be – the only ones there, asides from both him and Kurt, are only there to heckle the performances and Blaine just thinks it's the worst thing in the world. Tina runs off the stage halfway through her song sobbing, viewers jeering and taunting her and he can only sit there as he watches her hard work just be torn down like that. There's a comforting squeeze on his hand and he looks over to see that Kurt's eyes are beginning to fill up.
He squeezes gently in return, because they're both in this for the long haul, and at this current moment in time they need to know that they're together no matter what the haters say.
They make the mutual decision to see how the New Directions are doing at the interval, and they're just rounding the corner to the choir room when they see Rachel marching out of the room, muttering to herself and wrapping her coat around her tightly. They both stop and stare as she walks past, Blaine noting in amusement as she finally realises that they've walked past and that they're heading into the room she's just exited and all the features on her face widen with horror.
Blaine winces as Rachel literally screeches at them to not go anywhere near that room, and they're both stuck to the ground as she continues mumbling incoherently to herself and barges through the door leading outside. He catches Kurt looking at him from the corner of his eye, and as he turns his hazel eyes to meet the other teen's glasz (because he just had to look up the colour of his blue-green-grey his eyes, it had been bugging him for far too long) gaze he catches a bit of mischief hidden in his smirk. It's promptly forgotten as Kurt drags him into the closest classroom which isn't the choir room, and then Blaine finds out how they're really going to be spending the interval.
There's ten minutes left until the show starts again, the duo somehow managing to manouvere themselves so Kurt is sitting on the teachers desk, arms wrapped around Blaine's neck and legs wrapped around his torso as the other teen stands inbetween his legs and moves his hands so they alternate between cupping Kurt's face and resting them on either side of his boyfriend, doing everything from soft and sweet kisses to twisting their tongues together/exploring each other's mouths with a fervent and passionate manner, when they have their first serious conversation since "willyougooutwithme?"
Kurt removes his lips from Blaine's, looking at him through heavily lidded eyes and smiling with kiss swollen lips. "You know, I've always wanted to do this." He speaks softly, toying with the slightly curled non-gelled hair at the nape of the other teen's neck.
Blaine, having been throughly distracted by how blotchy and oh-so-red his other half's face has become during their time in the spanish classroom and how wow, that looks like a really good spot on his neck for his lips to explore, only manages to come up with a simple "hmm?" as a response, causing the other teen to lightly roll his eyes.
"I was thinking... I've always wanted to do this." He says again, removing a hand from the back of Blaine's neck to guesture between the two of them.
In response, Blaine just blinks at him while arching one triangular eyebrow and trying not to smile really, really widely. "You've always wanted to make out with someone on your Spanish-teacher-slash-glee-club-director's desk?"
Kurt groans, leaning to hide his face feebly behind his free hand while twirling a bit of Blaine's hair at the back of his neck using his otherwise-occupied hand. "Don't start. I know you get a kick out of finding these strange 'fantasys' about me."
Blaine purses his lips, because he totally does.
In the best way possible, of course.
Then Kurt's looking up with one of those smirks on his faces and Blaine can feel the smile threatening to break out on his face turn into a grimace. "And you can't judge me for anything – you totally had a thing for Jeremiah 'Poodle-Haired' GAP Store Manager. You sang to him in front of hundreds, if not ten, innocent shoppers about 'keeping his toys in the drawer' that night." he declares, prodding the other teen's chest with a finger to emphasise his point.
It was Blaine's turn to groan now, moving to rest his hand against Kurt's shoulder. "I thought we weren't going to talk about my past mistakes anymore?" he whines, pouting as he felt the surface under him rumble lightly due to laughter.
Kurt snorted. "Oh, don't even get me started on Miss. Rachel 'Humble-Pie' Berry!"
The shorter male whined lightly, nuzzling the taller one's shoulder with his nose. "I hate you." He mumbles, voice cracking slightly because –
"Oh, that's such a lie, and you know it." Kurt counters, finally removing his other hand from Blaine's neck to cup his face lightly and bring him up to eye level. "If you did hate me, you wouldn't have asked me out, would you?"
And Blaine really tried to ponder on it, over exaggerating for his other half's benefit by removing his head from soft hands and tapping one of his calloused fingers against his chin while humming a loud. There's a small slap to his shoulder and then they're giggling at each other, keeping their sight focused on their ruffled other half and smiling as the laughter soon falls to silence. Kurt raises a hand to run his fingers through Blaine's hair, both grimacing as they remember that there's gel in there and it's probably rock hard but then they're smiling again as he tries to fight through the helmet forming on his head. He gives up after a while, however, and they both glance at the clock behind the desk at the same time to see that there's five minutes left.
"I really do like you, you know that?" Blaine says, moving to rest his head against Kurt's shoulder again and smiling as he feels a familiar hand begin to play with the hair at the nape of his neck again. Kurt mumbles in response, twisting a lock of raven-hued hair between two fingers and and simultaneously rubbing a hand on the back of Blaine's neck, smiling as his boyfriend sags against him in bliss.
"'s feels nice." He mumbles, closing his eyes for another few minutes as his other half began to gently massage the back of his neck, and groaning when Kurt forces him to stand up, kissing him lightly before leaning back and frowning lightly.
"Ugh, this is going to be a pain." Kurt whines, unlocking his legs from Blaine's torso and watching them fall to the floor like his limbs have been weighed down by weights. He then tries to stand up, which would have sent him crumpling to the floor if Blaine hadn't seen it coming and wrapped one of his arms around the other teen's waist. Kurt grumbled lightly at the contact, moving to fix a stray lock of chestnut brown hair and complaining that he totally could have gotten off that table without Blaine's help, thank you very much, and Blaine just chuckles in response.
They've reached the enterance to the auditorium, and he's suddenly reminded of the hecklers and the trouble makers that lie before them. He turns to look at Kurt, who somehow managed to remove himself from Blaine's grip and was stretching his legs to 'help the blood flow again' (and Blaine's suddenly thankful that he used to be apart of the Cheerio's, or he thinks that what they did in the classroom might not have lasted as long) and he reaches out to gently squeeze his hand.
Kurt blinks up at him in surprise, squeezing gently back before letting go and moving towards the door, and before Blaine can stop himself he's speaking what's on his mind again.
"I'm sorry that it took me so long."
His voice echoed down the daunting McKinley hallways, where jocks roamed and were rarely caught terrifying any of the other students, where Kurt was driven away by his peers and somewhat into his arms, and he isn't sure if he's glad for that or really, really upset. Then Kurt looks back at him with a smile that accentuates his dimples and makes the skin around those gorgeous glasz eyes crinkle just right and Blaine can feel his breath being stolen again and he should really have a word with Kurt about this because it honestly isn't fair –
"Don't worry – I'm sure we would have found each other somehow."
And with that he opened up the door, grabbing another programme as he enters and leaving Blaine to stumble in ungracefully behind him with the biggest grin on his face, and although it leaves as soon as he sees one of the hacklers (Harry? Sarry? Wait, that's not even a name... Sandy. That's it.) and he begins to tell him that he's a horrible person, Kurt's there to keep him on the right track.
He isn't entirely sure, but he's thinking that Kurt'll be doing that for many years in the future.