WARNING: I tried to write some sexy times for Klaine. I'm not good at it, but I hope you still enjoy the result. ;)
Faces
When Blaine ran out into the hallway he caught a glimpse of his boyfriend disappearing into the restrooms. With flying kilt Blaine hurried down the row of lockers, his black Chucks slapping loudly in the deserted hallway, and stopped short in front of the restroom door, pushing it open.
When Blaine stormed in Kurt looked up startled and put his hand on his heart, but relaxed instantly when he saw his boyfriend. "Blaine! God, don't scare me like that."
Kurt was standing in front of one of the sinks, wiping at his eyes with a paper towel and checking his appearance in the mirror.
"Kurt," Blaine began, perplexed by Kurt's tears. "Are you crying?"
"Yeah, tears of anger!" Kurt balled the paper up in his fist. "I'm so angry with Mr Schue and with this whole school and just everything! I'm so angry I could scream!"
"Then why don't you?" Blaine said, walking down the row of sinks.
"Yeah, right," Kurt chuckled. "Scream at my teacher and risk a suspension?"
Blaine bit down on his lips and pulled a face. "Now that you mention it... I might get another suspension."
"What?" Kurt turned to him with wide eyes. "What for?"
"I just called Mr Schue an idiot in front of everyone and then ran out." Blaine shrugged helplessly.
Kurt stared at him for a second in disbelief before bursting out laughing. "You didn't! You really called him an idiot? I wish I'd heard that."
Blaine grinned sheepishly. "Well, he is. The way he just talked to you..."
"He's right, though, isn't he?" Kurt leaned back against the sink and crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking defeated. "I'm... I don't know. Somehow I feel like I'm torn. I don't really belong anywhere."
"How can you say that?" Blaine stepped closer and ran a hand over Kurt's cheek. "You're so multilayered that you can fit in everywhere. Just look at you, you've been kicker on the football team, you've been a Cheerio, whatever you choose to become you can be. You can even be on the girls' team! From what I hear the girls love to have you on their team!"
"Yeah, right, they love me on their team," Kurt repeated in a tired and slightly sarcastic voice.
Blaine narrowed his eyes at him. "Okay, tell me, what's wrong between you and the girls?"
Kurt sighed heavily. "Nothing. I'm just frustrated, that's all."
"And you're frustrated because?" Blaine asked.
"You'll see on Saturday when the girls versus boys begins," Kurt replied with a shrug and when Blaine continued to stare at him, he elaborated.
"You know, the thing is, yes, I can be anything if I put my mind to it. But no matter if I'm on the football team, or in a Cheerleader uniform or even on the girls' team, there's always something or someone telling me that I don't belong and it's so frustrating to keep having to fight for my place."
"See, and that's why you need to go to New York. ASAP." Blaine stroked down Kurt's arms. "You won't feel out of place there."
"Yes, but in New York there are like a million guys like me. While I stick out like a sore thumb in Lima, how will I manage to impress anyone in New York?"
"I'm sure you'll figure out how to succeed in New York once you get there. I believe in you. You're not a box, Kurt, there's more than four sides to you."
Kurt smiled and tugged lightly at the hem of Blaine's shirt. "I once said the same thing to Mr Schue."
"Really?" Blaine smiled, showing his teeth.
"Yes. I also once told Mr Schue to let loose a little and to stop being so fricking uptight all the time," Kurt said with a grin.
Blaine's eyes expanded at that and he let out a chuckle. "Oh, my God, really?"
"Yes, because he refused doing a Britney Spears number with us. I remember wearing a manskirt back then, too." Kurt tapped a finger on his chin. "Mmmh, seems like wearing manskirts makes a person bolder."
"Definitely," Blaine agreed.
"By the way, you look great," Kurt smiled at him in a sexy way and let his hands trail down Blaine's sides.
"You think so?" Blaine asked flirtatiously.
"Yes, I do. In fact seeing you in a kilt makes me want to know what you're wearing underneath it," Kurt whispered and his hands brushed down Blaine's front.
"At least I'm wearing more than Puckerman does," Blaine replied with a wink and moved closer, pushing Kurt back against the sink.
"Oh, my God!" Kurt's eyes widened in shock.
"Yep, that was the general reaction exactly!" Blaine laughed and wrapped his arms tightly around his boyfriend and let his lips travel along Kurt's jaw line, leaving light kisses on the smooth skin.
Kurt tilted his head and succumbed willingly to Blaine's charms.
"So you liked the performance?" Blaine asked breathily.
"I loved it," Kurt cooed, placing his hands on Blaine's behind and pressing their bodies closer together.
Blaine loved the feeling of Kurt's hands on his butt. It made him hungry for more.
"I'm so proud of you and the guys," Kurt murmured against Blaine's skin. "I never thought I'd live to see the day that Finn and the guys would do such a thing. I mean, Finn has dressed up in a bright red shower curtain for me once. But to see all of you clad in kilts... God, I felt like I was caught in one of my pre-teen fantasies." Kurt giggled.
Feeling Kurt's breath on his skin made Blaine shiver with anticipation. "Can I help you live out any more of your fantasies?"
"Well, since you're already dressed in a kilt," Kurt breathed in a low voice, slipping his hand between his boyfriend's legs. "Let's explore what kind of opportunities this holds for us..."
Kurt captured Blaine's mouth and kissed him greedily while his hands gathered up the fabric of the kilt, going straight for the boxershorts and stroking the hard flesh underneath.
Blaine instantly forgot about time and place and just surrendered to the touch. "Oh Kurt, I really need you," he sucked hungrily on Kurt's lips. "I want you so bad."
"I can feel that," Kurt replied in a hoarse voice, thick with desire. He kept stroking his boyfriend and Blaine returned the favor by palming the bulge growing in Kurt's pants.
"Yes, oh please... Kurt..." Blaine hid his face into the crook of Kurt's neck, breathing heavily.
"We're not... doing this..." Kurt dropped his head back as Blaine started sucking the side of his neck. "... nearly often enough..."
"Oh God, I agree," Blaine groaned and grinded against his boyfriend. "Oh, you are so right, Kurt, yes! We should come up with a makeout schedule for school hours! I bet Tina and Mike could help us with the timing and locations and..."
"Don't talk, just kiss." Kurt claimed his boyfriend's mouth once more and they kissed passionately, not caring about anything in the world.
Until...
The restroom door got pushed open.
"Woah, woah, woah!" Finn called out, shielding his eyes with his arm.
"Guys, this is a public restroom!" Artie took his glasses off before he got blinded by the sight of Blaine's naked backside.
"Pink boxers with hearts on them, really, Anderson?" Puckerman asked with a grin. "If we didn't know you were gay before, we'd have a pretty good idea now!"
"We always wondered who wears the pants in your relationship," Sam said jokingly.
Blaine hurried to pull the kilt down and cover himself. He leaned next to his boyfriend on the sink, trying to act all casual as if this happened to him everyday.
"We just wanted to check if you two were okay," Finn excused their sudden interruption, still hiding his face behind his raised arm, not even daring to peek at them. "Obviously you are."
"Come on, we should leave the love birds alone," Mike said with a broad grin, grabbing Artie's chair and pushing him out of the door.
"Hey, yeah, we just came to let you know that you can keep that skirt on for the rest of the week," Finn informed Blaine. "That's Figgin's way of punishing us."
"Sweet," Blaine replied with a sigh, but blushed some more when he noticed the sassy grin his boyfriend shot him.
"Go on, get some, you guys!" Puckerman said with a wink before he went after his teammates. "I'll stand guard in front of the door so no one walks in on you."
Blaine and Kurt looked at one another and burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry," Kurt giggled. "But I can't do the nasty with you with Puck standing outside the door."
"Me, neither!"
"But I have to admitt that I like the prospect of seeing more of you dressed up like this," Kurt bit down on his lips.
"I'm sorry about this mess," Blaine said to Kurt with a sigh. "It wouldn't have ended so disastrously if I hadn't done Katy Perry."
"You singing Katy Perry to me was really sweet," Kurt smiled. "You know I love it when you express your feelings by song, no matter how inappropriate the timing. But why that song?"
"I just... I love you, Kurt. You need to get away from this town. And if we have to be apart for one year than this is how it's meant to be. We'll make it through."
"Do we really have to have this talk every day, love?" Kurt leaned his forehead against Blaine's. "You're miserable, Blaine, don't deny it. I won't leave you when I know you're feeling insecure and lost. I want to help you fight your demons."
Blaine didn't trust his voice to answer. He just hugged his boyfriend and rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder, holding him tight.
"I know you're not showing your real face to everyone," Kurt softly continued. "You're trying to please everyone, but that's impossible and you get frustrated and angry. It's not a weakness. It's self-protection. But you should know that I love all of your faces, Blaine. The hidden ones and the ones you let show."
Blaine felt kind of embarrassed to hear his boyfriend telling him that he knew about his different faces. Suddenly he felt like a fraud and like he had to explain himself. He leaned back to look at Kurt. "I just want to have control, you know? I want to be prepared and see what's coming at me. I feel lost when I don't have that."
"I know, love. But most of the time you don't have control over what's happening to you, life doesn't work that way," Kurt replied with a one-sided shrug. "Most of the time you just have to take a risk and see how it turns out. That's what I want to do by staying in Lima for another year. And I trust you to help me pull through this. I want to be there for you, but I also need you, too."
"I'll be there for you any way you need me to be," Blaine promised with a teary smile.
"I know." Kurt swiped his thumb across Blaine's cheek and smiled at him. "So, what are we gonna do about our chaperon waiting outside?"
Blaine broke into a grin. "I don't want him to dwell any longer on what we might be doing in here. I mean thinking about Puck thinking about us having sex is kind of weird, don't you agree?"
Kurt laughed out loud and linked arms with Blaine. "Let's get out of here before he starts whispering suggestions to us from under the door like a theater prompter."
He pushed open the door and indeed Puckerman was standing guard. He had an easy job since classes were still running and the hallway was deserted.
"You can get to class now, Noah," Kurt said, amused about the way their schoolmate was seizing them up. Of course Puckerman noticed how Blaine was stealthily wiping at his eyes.
"See, I told you about angry sex," Puckerman said proudly, nudging Blaine. "The best sex is the one that makes you shed some tears."
"Kinky." Kurt raised a brow at Puckerman.
With a laugh Puckerman walked off.
"We'd better hurry to class, too," Kurt said with a sigh, dragging Blaine down the hallway to their lockers when they walked right into Mrs Pillsbury.
"There you are," she said with a smile. "Blaine, if you have a minute, I'd like to talk to you now. Don't worry, I'll excuse you from class."
"Oh, okay," Blaine said.
"See you later," Kurt smiled, then spun in a half-circle and walked off. He took a few steps before turning back and whisper-calling, "Let me know immediately what this is all about." Kurt motioned meaningfully towards Mrs Pillsbury's office.
Blaine nodded in a promise, before he followed the guidance counselor inside her office.
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