Author's Note: This is a continuation chapter from the previous, Kissing Games and a Dirty Mind. alovestorytoldincupsofcoffee requested it, and I fell in love with the idea and I hope I did it justice.
Enjoy!
(SPOILER: The next chapter is the much anticipated paint chapter.)
"Damn." Artie mumbled as he stared at the sight before him.
"Shit." Puck muttered. "I'm sorry, man-I-I-we'll just go." Puck and Artie were now blushing furiously, feeling like they were walking in on something way too intimate for prying eyes to witness.
Blaine now tried to center himself, fluttering his eyes closed and taking one, shaky intake of breath and exhaling.
Kurt, on the other hand, was still stunned frozen, the bulge so obvious in his yellow mustard pants and god why did he wear those today?
"Can we never talk about this again?" Kurt pleaded.
"Are you kidding me? I can't wait until Santana hears about this." Artie smiled. "Come on, Puck."
"O-okay." Puck stuttered, still clearly shocked on seeing what he did.
The two walked (well, Artie wheeled) out of the bathroom, and loud, knee-slapping laughter could be heard echoing throughout the hallway.
"Oh my god, Blaine."
"I'm sorry, Kurt-I just…"
"Now you're going to have to help me out here because I'm still hard and god we've already been caught so what do we have to lose?" Kurt whimpered.
"Really?"
"No, Blaine. I'm lying." Kurt said through gritted teeth. "Of course."
"Okay." Blaine mouthed, reaching over towards Kurt and undoing his belt. It was oddly intimate for a second, Blaine getting Kurt out of his pants and it nearly made them giggle. But then they remembered and it made them both groan out of frustration-Kurt, maybe a little extra. But it was okay because Blaine's hands were now down Kurt's boxer shorts and in a few minutes (and a blowjob later) it was all over and Kurt was slumped against the wall, Blaine was cleaning himself off by the sink. He was going to have to change into his pajamas, the wet spots were completely obvious.
They held onto that moment for as long as they could, neither one of them wanting to go back and face Santana, or the rest of the club for that matter.
But, they had to. So Blaine, clearly doing the best job he could (but just making him look like he peed himself, in any spectators eyes) to clean himself up, helped Kurt shimmy back into his jeans and they were out. Panic and adrenaline raced through them, and in some odd way it was exhilarating. The idea of being caught was exhilarating and maybe that's what did it for Blaine, though surely the embarrassment of actually being caught was a killjoy. They shared one last glance towards each other before interlacing their hands and walking brazenly into the choir room and straight to the chairs of the upper level in the back.
They could all feel the gazes and attention focused on them, sense the lack of communication around them. But they couldn't bring themselves to turn around, Blaine especially. Puck and Artie had heard him groan obscenely, a sound reserved for only Kurt and himself.
"Well, well, well." Santana clucked her tongue, strutting towards Kurt and Blaine. Their hearts were racing a million miles a minute and their grasps on each other's hands felt like they were glued together from the strength. "I've got to say, I didn't think Porcelain over there could stop blushing and giggling for even a minute to get out of his pants,"
"To be fair, Kurt wasn't out of his pants-" Artie began to say, but was cut off.
"or into Blaine's. Let alone be touched in any way. I'd expect you'd need just stick your fingers in your ears and sing every time Blaine over here even mentioned something sexual. I'd expect you'd need some hard core liquor or something. I'm impressed, Hummel. After all, you're boy couldn't last for even a minute."
They were blushing tomato red now, Blaine averting all eyes with crossed legs and Kurt looked furious.
"I'll have you know Blaine and I have had plenty of sex. Great sex, for that matter. We've had sex since November. When's the last time you all god laid, huh?" Kurt snapped.
Rachel was about to open her mouth to say something, but was shushed by Finn. They really haven't had much sex, Finn couldn't really last. Santana and Brittany actually have never gone past grinding and making out yet, and Santana would rather have no one know. Mike and Tina had sex last night but weren't going to say anything because Kurt had a point. Puck, truthfully hadn't had sex in months and he didn't want to put a damper on his reputation. The rest were either virgins or single, and they all stayed silent.
"Exactly." Kurt snapped. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to take my boyfriend to go help him out of his pants because of a former situation has resulted in them becoming soiled. But hey, you all already know about that. So sure, tell the story as many times as you want but just remember who's having the sex and who isn't."
AN: Damn, feisty Kurt. Rawr.
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