Oh god, how sad was Funeral? Cried like a baby! Where was Blaine!

Kidding :P Jean was a great character in the show… I hope they can keep Sue a bit grounded without her… I loved her line about rotating which one of the Glee kids she hates the most! "This week it's the dancing Asian." LOL!

I am serious though… I think Blaine's not in the final episode? Which means they've not given me a second Klaine kiss and I want to rip them limb from limb…. :( I don't CARE about ANOTHER fucking Finchel reunion or the fact that Quinn got her hair lopped off! I WANT KURT AND BLAINE!

*hops off soap box*

Here, have some story =D

Kurt couldn't focus at all the next day. He just kept re-living the night before. It probably helped jog his memory that his ass would twinge a little as he walked. It wasn't painful. It just felt like he'd done some sort of weird stretch.

Kurt found himself sitting in French crossing his legs trying to hide the growing erection he was getting watching Blaine write his verbs. Blaine's fingers were wrapped loosely around his pen as he struggled to remember. Kurt had always found it adorable how much trouble Blaine had with French, and loved the way he would stretch his long fingers and tap them on the table as he tried to remember. Today however, Kurt knew exactly what those fingers could do, and he couldn't help from moaning a little.

"What's wrong?" Blaine whispered, "Don't tell me you're having trouble? No wonder I can't get this!"

Kurt coughed a little and grinned in spite of himself.

"Je ne cesse de penser vos doigts," Kurt said slyly, wondering if Blaine would understand what he had just said to him.

Blaine shook his head; Kurt was too quick for him.

Then his eyes began to widen as his brain started to make sense of what Kurt might have said.

"You can't stop thinking about my fingers?" Blaine hissed at Kurt after a couple of minutes.

Kurt crossed his legs again and Blaine grinned.

He reached across to grab Kurt's hand, stroking his thumb around his palm gently.

"I love you," Blaine smiled gently and went back to his work.

Kurt sighed as Blaine picked up a guitar in glee that afternoon. Was he trying to kill him? He didn't sing, thank god, just strummed along for Finn's latest song. But Kurt couldn't have even told anyone later what Finn had actually sung. He'd been too busy watching Blaine's fingers. Blaine shot Kurt a wink as the song finished, silently acknowledging that Kurt's eyes had been on him the whole time.

Kurt wanted to go back in time a week and never have invented that ban. He'd used his make-out pass, and invented a whole new one, and now the ball was entirely in Blaine's court to use their last super duper pass. And they still had a whole week left on the ban. Including a party with alcohol.

Yeah, Kurt was considering suicide.

He'd thought it was bad when Blaine had been begging him for sex all the time, but Blaine hadn't so much as kissed him on the lips all day, and Kurt knew he was enjoying it. He was being cruel on purpose, Kurt realised, when Blaine wriggled his fingers in a little wave from the passenger seat of Rachel's car as they drove off later.

Despite it, though, it made Kurt smile. Blaine was so cute sometimes. Okay, all the time.

Rachel's party was the following evening. Kurt tried to keep his excitement at bay. He had decided not to drink earlier in the week because he hadn't wanted to let Blaine take advantage of his inebriation and have his way with him. But Kurt was questioning that decision with every passing second, because that was exactly what he wanted! Blaine hadn't even kissed him on the cheek today! It was like he was purposely trying not to touch Kurt; like he suddenly didn't find him attractive anymore.

Kurt was worried. Had he done something wrong the other night? Had he pulled some disgusting face when he'd come, or had Blaine been horrified to have to put his fingers… there? Had he gotten annoyed at Kurt collapsing on him, or angry that Kurt had instated a brand-new pass? He hadn't asked permission to use it. He'd just assumed that Blaine had been fine with it.

Maybe he was repulsed by Kurt asking him to do that. Maybe he didn't want to touch him because he simply couldn't without shuddering.

Kurt knew he was overreacting again, but Blaine had been trying to get his pants off for a week, then once he had, he didn't even want to kiss him, or hug him. He seemed happy enough, but Kurt was confused beyond belief.

What if Blaine didn't want to touch him ever again? Kurt felt his cock twitch at the thought.

The whole day, Blaine didn't touch him. He held open doors, and smiled and laughed. He stared at Kurt a lot, and blushed when he was caught out, but none of these signs meant that he was still attracted to Kurt. Kurt felt like crying when Blaine gave him all the tomato from his salad at lunch.

Okay, so Blaine was still being caring and wonderful, but it didn't explain why he wasn't meeting Kurt's eye. Why he hadn't even held his hand as they walked down the hall. Why he had been so damn careful to hand Kurt his coffee without even brushing their fingers together.

Kurt was going to get drunk tonight.

It looked like he might need some alcohol to deal with Blaine's sudden rejection.

Kurt was plastered. Blaine couldn't understand it. He'd been drinking in moderation, and was slightly tipsy, but Kurt must have had two drinks for every one of Blaine's, because he was stumbling into walls and talking very loudly.

Blaine had thought that Kurt wouldn't be drinking at all. He'd certainly told Blaine that earlier in the week, making some quip about one of them keeping sober enough to keep the ban in place. But something had apparently changed because Kurt had walked in the door and thrown back three shots immediately.

Blaine was starting to suspect that Kurt was angry with him, because he had started to pull faces every time Blaine spoke, and would laugh sarcastically if Blaine tried to crack a joke. Finn had shot Blaine a look after Kurt had done this the third time in a row and mouthed "What did you do?"

What had Blaine done? He'd made Kurt come harder than he'd ever seen before; so hard he'd passed out, but Blaine didn't think Kurt had been mad about that. Kurt had started the whole thing, and from what he'd said in French the other day, he'd quite enjoyed it.

Blaine had enjoyed it too much to be honest. It was almost scary how hard he was waking up in the middle of the night now. Dreams of Kurt clenching around him, sweaty and panting; Blaine could almost hear that gravelly groan when he woke up, that's how vividly he was dreaming about him.

He'd taken to avoiding touching Kurt at all, because after Kurt's little confession in French and feeling his eyes on him while he was playing the guitar, Blaine didn't trust himself not to grope Kurt in inappropriate places. He knew he already had a proven reputation for being unable to resist some sexual urges, but the way he couldn't stop thinking about Kurt and how tight his ass had felt around his fingers simply screamed to Blaine that if he gave into even one urge he'd probably end up fucking Kurt in a hallway… in the boys locker room… on the piano in the choir room… Blaine had pictured them all clearly, and as erotic and amazing as they would be, he knew how seriously Kurt wanted him to take the ban. Even if Kurt had technically broken it himself already.

So Blaine hadn't touched Kurt. It hadn't been easy. Handing Kurt his coffee without brushing their fingers lightly together as they often did had killed him. Opening the classroom door for Kurt without placing his hand on the small of his back to silently claim him as his own had tortured him. Watching Kurt eat his salad at lunch, lingering over his tomatoes made Blaine abruptly give him all of his own as well. Everything Kurt did was making Blaine hard because all he could think about was Kurt fucking himself roughly on his fingers and that beautiful sound he had made deep in his throat as Blaine hit his prostate again and again.

Blaine needed a drink.

He couldn't understand why Kurt was mad at him.

"Hey," he said loudly over the music and Kurt turned to face him, a slight sneer on his face.

"Are you mad at me?"

Kurt just looked at him and scoffed, drowning his sorrows in the glass in his hand.

"Kurt, what did I do?" Blaine looked panicked.

"I'm sorry I ever started that the other night, Blaine, okay? Let's just forget it ever happened." Kurt replied a little heatedly, and Blaine could see his eyes blacken.

So Kurt was regretting what they had shared. Blaine felt his heart break a little. It hadn't exactly been romantic, but it was something he would treasure as a memory. A first for both of them, together, and Blaine didn't want to forget it. He wanted to do it again.