Um, hey. Rainy again. This is the last song drabble I will be uploading for Coatsy, and I'm going to miss uploading for her, but am SO MUCH HAPPIER THAT SHE IS COMING BACK! YAY!

Coatsy wrote this chapter after a prompt from me. She said to tell you it was "for me" (quote). And I totally LOVE what she has done with it :D

Review it for her, please? You'll make her smile and cry happy tears! And what's better than happy tears (besides, obviously, Klaine)?

Oh, and, yeah. Bordering M rated? No, mentions of M rated. Yeah, that's better :)

'Your Salty Skin And How It Mixes In With Mine. The Way It Feels To Be Completely Intertwined.'

Kurt started when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He was in the middle of an English class and he really wanted to pay attention, as lessons with Miss Holliday were few and far between and her teaching style could definitely be described as 'unique'. However, despite her relaxed approach to teaching, Holly Holliday still enforced some of the school's rules, including no phones out during lessons. And Kurt didn't want to get into trouble for texting if he could help it; he really wanted to get through school with a clean record.

But he had a feeling he knew who was texting him and had expected this to happen, therefore leading to his unusual choice of seating. Normally, he would sit at the front, but today he mixed himself in amongst the middle rows; being on the back row was too conspicuous, but being in the middle would hide his phone under his desk. He'd also managed to bag a seat at the end of a row, meaning there was only one person who could spot him texting and tattle on him, and that was the currently-sleeping Bobby Martinez, so Kurt felt he was pretty safe.

Pulling out his phone, he smiled to himself. He knew it would be Blaine texting him. His thumb hovered over the button that would open the message, Kurt suddenly nervous to open it. He and Blaine had recently started sending each other texts that were slightly less family-friendly than normal, but Kurt had kept his to outside of school hours just in case they got caught. Blaine, however, was not so discreet and randomly sent Kurt texts during the day, alternating between the usual 'how are you' and the occasional 'guess what I'm thinking about right now…'

And so Kurt was both nervous and excited, for he always loved talking to Blaine but if his boyfriend decided that now would be a good time to send him something inappropriate, Kurt knew that the inevitable blush that would creep up his cheeks would definitely give him away. Taking a deep breath, Kurt opened the message.

'Hey what are you thinking about right now? B xxxxx'

Huh. That was… different. Kurt frowned but typed out a reply nonetheless.

'Well, English, seeing as I'm in the MIDDLE OF A LESSON! You? K xxxxx'

Blaine replied almost immediately. This time Kurt couldn't help but choke in surprise, leading to him having a small coughing fit and attracting the attention of the whole class.

"You okay, Kurt?" Holly Holliday smiled across the classroom from where she was sat on her desk, one long leg crossed over the other.

"Fine," Kurt gasped. "Just… got something stuck in my throat, I think." Holly seemed satisfied and smiled again, turning back to the class and continuing the lesson. But Kurt was still finding it a little hard to breathe, and so raised his hand quickly. Miss Holliday turned back to him and raised an eyebrow, telling him to explain what was wrong. "Can I go and get a drink, please?" Kurt could feel his heart rate quicken, partially from the text that was still playing on his mind and partially out of hope that Miss Holliday would let him go.

Of course, she did; Kurt rarely got into trouble at school, and even if he did Miss Holliday would most likely have let him go anyway. Kurt made sure he slipped his phone back in his pocket before exiting the classroom and made his way to his locker. He figured he might as well actually have a drink before he headed back in and there was a bottle of water in his locker. His locker was also far enough away from most classrooms that he wouldn't get caught by prying teachers.

When he got to his locker, Kurt allowed himself to look at the text again. And again.

And again.

'Just thinking about your gorgeous skin and the way it mixes in with mine. The way it feels to be completely intertwined with you… So, can I come round yours later? ;) B xxxxx'

Biting his lip, Kurt replied quickly before returning to the classroom.

'After that? There'll be hell to pay if you don't. K xxxxx'