I don't want to spout another apology for how late this is, but I honestly had a really good excuse for this one. My grandmother was in the ICU for about two weeks and we were actually told to say goodbye to her. Believe it or not, she's much better now, and is in respite care! Miracle.

Anyway. I was going to write some plot. But the boys wanted to get it on so I let them :D

Thankyou for all your really lovely writing-inspiring feedback! Sorry I haven't updated properly lately :( Just had a lot on my plate…

Enjoy!

Kurt made his was slowly towards his locker, steadfastly ignoring the whispers and staring that followed him. Blaine wasn't helping the issue. He was insisting on not only carrying Kurt's bag and books, but had managed to organise the huge load of both of their belongings into one arm, leaving the other free to wind around Kurt's hips reassuringly steadying him.

"Blaine," Kurt muttered under his breath as Azimo passed them, glaring furiously and mumbling "Fucking faggots!" at them, "I love you, but you need to let me walk on my own."

Blaine's face fell a little, but he nodded and released Kurt, trailing his fingers down Kurt's arm to hold his hand instead.

"This okay?" he asked, and Kurt smiled softly at the protective look on his face.

"Perfect," Kurt smiled and squeezed his hand, swinging it a little as they walked. "If you'd give me something to carry it would be even better though," he hinted, knowing he had almost no chance of Blaine relinquishing his belongings anytime soon.

Kurt's stutter or stammer, whatever it was, was practically gone. It returned if he was sleepy or anxious sometimes, but for the most part he was communicating perfectly. He hadn't tried to sing since it happened. He was terrified to. He knew logically that there should be no reason his singing voice would be affected, but the idea still scared him. Somehow Rachel's reaction when she'd had laryngitis last year didn't seem so silly. He hadn't told Blaine he was worried, but he thought his boyfriend might have picked up on his fears because he'd kissed him softly on the cheek this morning when Rachel had mentioned the glee meeting this afternoon.

"I'm not letting you carry anything. Ever." Blaine grinned at him, "You're going to be spoilt for the rest of your life and you may as well enjoy it!" Blaine gave a wink that was clearly meant to be jovial but came out way too attractive, and Kurt kind of missed his cue to laugh by a few seconds as he felt his heart pound.

"Can I have that in writing, please?" Kurt managed to keep his voice sarcastic, but as Blaine laughed, all teeth and neck, Kurt couldn't stop himself. He leant in to Blaine's ear.

"You make me want you so much when you wink, by the way."

Blaine dropped the armful of books.

"Fuck, Kurt!" Blaine hissed softly, and he might have sounded angry, but Kurt knew that low voice and saw that Blaine's pupils were shot, his eyes becoming black orbs of lust as he bent to retrieve the books. Kurt could see him staring at the zip on his jeans, which were head-level to Blaine as he knelt on the floor.

Kurt's breath hitched in his throat. He and Blaine had not had an opportunity to do much more than peck each other on the cheek since he had bought that car, and that was two weeks ago. It seemed like even though the ban was over, they hadn't had a chance to really take advantage of each other's lips since. Or each other's hands. Or each other's…

Kurt blushed a little.

He'd gathered up the courage to tell Blaine he wanted to sleep with him, and then for the next two weeks they had been living in a sort of permanent-foreplay hell, because they both knew it was coming, but had no idea when they would get time to themselves to do it. Burt always seemed to pop his head into Kurt's room lately, and Finn seemed to always have to borrow something. Even Carole would accost them to watch Sex and the City with her. At Blaine's house it was no better. Rachel shared not just Blaine's room, but also the bed directly above his, so any canoodling was out of the question. And Rachel's dads seemed to suddenly be spending a lot of time around the house.

It was obviously a clever orchestration to keep them apart. Kurt knew his father, and as much as he'd joked to Kurt about not wanting to see him molesting Blaine when he had caught them making out on the driveway, and despite the fact he had actually given Kurt condoms on two occasions during his relationship with Blaine, he knew his dad would be trying to keep them from taking that step for as long as he could. And he knew his son well enough to know it would happen soon.

So for the first time in two weeks, Kurt could fully appreciate the look of lust on Blaine's face and he let out a shameful little whimper as he literally felt his knees shudder. Blaine rose to twist an arm around him and steady him, but that was so the wrong move because suddenly all Kurt could smell was Blaine and all he could feel was him pressed against him, and all he wanted was for Blaine to be naked and breathing heavily above him.

"Jesus Christ, Kurt," Blaine croaked, "You can't look at me like that and you can't make that noise. We're at school!"

Kurt tried to control his breathing.

"Didn't seem to bother you when you were blowing me in the bathrooms that day." Kurt said roughly, but quietly, supremely conscious that the hallways had ears.

"Is that what you want?" Blaine asked roughly, and Kurt could hear the blood rushing in his head as he dumbly nodded in response.

"Meet me in the girl's bathrooms twenty minutes into class," Blaine said. "Make sure you're marked on the roll. Just say you don't feel great. You've been off seriously sick. They'll let you go to the bathroom. Then I'll suck you dry, okay?" Kurt shuddered as Blaine whispered the last bit in his ear, and Kurt felt his cock stiffen automatically.

"You too," Kurt said in response, loving the way Blaine's eyes widened at his words.

"It'll have to be quick…" Blaine trailed off.

"Blaine, it's been two weeks since I've even gotten to kiss you properly. Believe me; it'll probably be embarrassingly fast."

Blaine grinned at that, but a little voice of reason was struggling to make itself heard in his lust-filled brain.

"Are we really going to do this?" he asked, almost in wonder.

"Turn up, like you said and find out," Kurt grinned and gave Blaine a swift kiss.

"What was that for?" he asked, smiling dopily.

"The bell just rang, Blaine. This is my classroom? See you soon," Kurt winked and forcibly pried Blaine's fingers off his bag and books and took them.

"Kurt?" Blaine pulled him back to tell him softly, "You're right. Winking is sexy as all hell."

Kurt grinned and did it again, then turned and walked carefully to his class.

Kurt hurried as fast as he felt comfortable with. He was still unsteady if he walked too fast, and the last thing he wanted was to leave his boyfriend abandoned in the girl's bathroom while he tripped over.

Kurt finally reached the door to the bathroom and took a deep shuddering breath before pushing the door open. He wasn't at all prepared for Blaine to push him against the door as he closed it behind him. And Blaine wasn't being gentle. Kurt was internally cheering that Blaine was being rough and forceful and sexy and all those things that had been missing in him for too long.

"Well hello, Sailor!" Kurt grinned at Blaine who was breathing heavily and had pressed his body into Kurt's, holding his hands captive with his own on the door beside Kurt's head.

"Hello right back," Blaine grinned toothily then moved in to devour his prey. Kurt's breath caught in his throat and he groaned at the delicious feel of Blaine's lips finally moving in tandem with his. The firm pressure of Blaine's mouth and tongue on his own were almost reward enough for sneaking out of class.

Blaine wasn't wasting any time. He had already undone Kurt's belt, and his hand was pulling down Kurt's zipper. Kurt had no idea when that had happened, but he was practically convinced that Blaine had actual magical powers to banish the pants off him.

Kurt sucked in a gulp of air as he felt the cool breeze over his boxers. Blaine grinned against Kurt's lips and knelt down, tugging the front of Kurt's underwear down and kissing the tip of his penis softly.

"Gotta be quick," Blaine mumbled and licked Kurt, licking his lips appreciatively.

"If you don't hurry up I'll come on your face," Kurt threatened and Blaine tried hard to hide the moan that escaped him at Kurt's words.

Blaine hurried to take Kurt in his mouth, almost trembling as his own cock ached. Kurt fisted his hands in Blaine's hair, tugging softly at the mop of curls engulfing him. Blaine was lapping his tongue under the tip of Kurt's cock and sucking him firmly. Kurt almost lost it when Blaine's fingers gripped his ass to bring him deeper into his mouth.

"Ffffk mmm thhhhh," Blaine demanded, mouth full of Kurt, and Kurt almost came at the vibrations shivering down his length.

"What?" Kurt managed to gasp out, and then whined as Blaine pulled off him to repeat himself.

"Fuck my mouth, Kurt," Blaine said seriously, looking up at Kurt with darkened eyes.

Kurt felt that sudden jerking coiling sensation in his toes and without more than a seconds warning, and without Blaine touching him at all, Kurt came, spurting madly over Blaine's face.

Kurt clenched his eyelids together as he felt himself spill semen all over Blaine.

"Baby, I'm sor-ry! OH!" Kurt moaned out as Blaine managed to move his mouth back over Kurt, catching the last of his embarrassing ejaculation. Kurt shivered as Blaine's swallows became too much and he pulled his hair gently, moving him back as he sank down to the floor in front of him.

Kurt smiled a little in apology as Blaine wiped his cheek and licked his fingers.

"You wanted fast," Kurt panted out with a little grin then realised Blaine was enjoying licking his fingers way too much. Kurt pulled Blaine towards him and unbuttoned his pants.

"You don't have to…" Blaine trailed off as Kurt wrapped his fingers around his hard length.

"Take them right off, Blaine," Kurt whispered and Blaine looked confused but did as he was told, kicking off his jeans and discarding them with his underwear.

He moved to sit back in front of Kurt, but his boyfriend pulled him so he was sitting on his lap. Kurt watched Blaine's eyes widen in anticipation as he realised what Kurt wanted to do. He saw the question in Kurt's eyes, unasked and unsure. Blaine merely nodded and raised a hand to cup Kurt's cheek.

"Please?" he pleaded, and Kurt brought his fingers up to his mouth, lapping at them with his tongue, then moving them to Blaine's hole, slowly teasing the soft skin there. Kurt looked on in wonder as Blaine shuddered and moaned.

"I haven't even put one in yet!" he exclaimed in innocent amazement.

"Do it," Blaine whined, unable to keep his hips from humping down into Kurt's.

Kurt wound his other hand into the hair behind Blaine's ear, pulling his face down till their foreheads were touching and he could look into Blaine's eyes. He kissed Blaine softly and began to edge a moistened finger into Blaine. Blaine broke the kiss, gasping silently, his gaping mouth still touching Kurt's. His eyes screwed up, and he shook violently.

"You okay?" Kurt asked softly and patted Blaine's hair under his fingers.

"It might be a day for finishing early," Blaine groaned, "That feels amazing! God, your fingers are so much better than mine! God!"

Kurt smiled and crooked his finger a little, wanting to find that little nub that Blaine had touched inside him that had make him come.

"Left," Blaine supplied helpfully through his exquisite agony.

Kurt's fingers suddenly hit gold because Blaine moaned loudly, and began to ride his hips, encouraging Kurt to thrust his finger into that spot again and again.

Then Blaine was coming madly into Kurt's hand.

"One finger?" Kurt chuckled smugly as Blaine collapsed onto his shoulder.

"No fingers?" Blaine managed to retort, tiredly.

"Touché," Kurt smiled.

"Love you," Blaine snuggled into Kurt's neck and closed his eyes, letting his breathing return to normal.

"We need to get back to class," Kurt replied sadly.

Blaine groaned and tried to move.

"My muscles don't work!" he complained, but he began pulling on his underwear and jeans while Kurt zipped his fly and began to fix his hair.

"What are you going to say to your teacher?" Kurt asked worriedly. He'd never been one to cut class, so cutting to sneak off and have sex in the bathrooms was a terrifying concept to have to work around.

"Probably tell her I'm coming down with something," Blaine grinned.

"Double entendre," Kurt remarked, "Clever."

Blaine kissed him as they snuck down the hallway together. They were nearly at Kurt's classroom.

"Just stay calm and explain you were lightheaded and dizzy. Not technically a lie!" Blaine laughed. It was true; Kurt was having a lot of trouble walking in a straight line now.

Kurt kissed Blaine quickly without a word; his skin still clammy and pale as he entered the classroom.

Blaine practically skipped down the hall.

He wondered later if he'd paused just a little longer he would have heard the screams that accompanied Kurt collapsing to the floor and shaking uncontrollably.