Blaine shifts in his seat once more and tries to look out of the window. But it's no good. However hard he tries, he cannot help staring across the bus at Kurt. Rachel is practicing vocal exercises in his ear, Puck, Sam, Artie and Quinn are playing poker, Santana and Brittany are huddled together on the back seat, but he cannot stop staring at Kurt.

They had arrived in the school parking lot at six that morning, a whole host of anxious and excited parents waving them off to Nationals. The teenagers had all filed onto the bus in near silence, looking disheveled and annoyed at having to get out of bed so early, even the prospect of a day off school wasn't appealing. Even Rachel didn't look her normal put together self, stating that she would need immediate access to a mirror when they reached Chicago.

And then Kurt had arrived.

He had stepped gracefully onto the bus carrying trays of coffee and donuts. His hair was impeccably styled and his eyes were sparkling and bright, dressed in a crisp white shirt and burgundy blazer, along with sinfully tight dark green pants.

In his sleepy haze, Blaine had fumbled for and almost dropped his phone as he tried to type a text.

"Coffee, Blaine?" Kurt had almost purred as he stopped by his seat.

Blaine could only flare red and mumble his thanks as Kurt's silky smooth voice went straight to his crotch. Kurt had sauntered away down the bus, hips swaying lightly. He knows, Blaine had realized as he let his head fall back on the seat, he knows just what he's doing to me.

Those are the pants you got when we went to Brooks Brothers, he sends to Kurt, looking across and catching the small smile playing at Kurt's lips as he reads the message.

They might be. I can't really remember, comes the not-so-innocent reply.

They are. I told you not to wear them to school.

We're not in school.

Damn it Kurt. Now I've got a five hour bus trip to look forward to with a raging hard on.

And five hours back.

Bastard ;-)

You love me.

I do. Fuck. I want to see you bend over in those pants.

Kurt reads the message and smiles, tucking his phone back into his jacket pocket. Blaine tries again to stare out of the window, and eventually decides to make conversation with Mercedes and Tina in the hope of distracting himself. It's going quite well, things are just settling down as the bus speeds down the highway when suddenly Kurt stands with his back to Blaine.

"Oops. Silly me. I dropped my phone." He says in a loud voice, and then bends gracefully from the waist, giving Blaine a perfect view of his tight, sculpted round ass as he bends over. Blaine gulps, but cannot stop staring, and it's made even worse when Kurt crouches down lower, pretending to look for the phone tucked away in his pocket. "Found it!" he declares triumphantly as he waves his phone at the nonplussed students and resumes his seat.

You're in serious trouble Hummel.

;-)

You're getting me off at the next bathroom stop.

I am not!

You are.

You can wait until we get home.

I can't. I'm performing this afternoon. How do you expect me to concentrate?

You have a hand don't you? Is the only reply he receives, and Kurt then ignores his intense gaze as he plays a few rounds of Angry Birds.

At the next bathroom stop Kurt gives Blaine a wide birth, using the restroom quickly before waiting on the bus for the others to return. Blaine is last to arrive, sitting down smugly in his seat as the journey resumes.

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Kurt smothers his mouth with his hand, trying desperately to stifle a moan as he opens the picture. It is easily the hottest image he's ever seen, Blaine's hand wrapped around his thick cock as he comes over his fingers.

JFC Blaine are you trying to kill me?

I told you you were in trouble.

Come sit over here.

No.

Go on, no one will care.

No.

Please?

NO. You won't behave. Your hands will 'innocently' creep up my thigh and make me horny again.

You never stop being horny. Don't wear yourself out before we get home, I have every intention of fucking you very, very hard.

Yes.

Then I'll let you return the favour, if you're a good boy.

Jesus. I'm so hard right now. God, I wish I could sit on your lap and slide down your hard dick.

Fuck. We need to stop or I'll ruin these pants.

The pants.

Stop.

I need to touch your ass in those pants.

Stop.

I need to grab it in my hands and push your hard cock against me.

Holy shit. Please stop.

Blaine looks over to Kurt and grins, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Content in the knowledge that Kurt is now desperately horny, he settles back in his seat once more and feigns sleep.

They arrive at the theater and are shown to their large dressing room, Kurt leaving them alone as he heads off to sign them in.

"Kurt!"

He turns to see Blaine racing down the hallway after him. Grabbing his wrist, Blaine pulls him around the corner out of sight, crashing their lips together desperately as his hands find Kurt's ass and squeeze roughly.

"You're fucking killing me in those pants," he gasps before kissing him again.

"Down boy." Kurt chuckles, " You'll get yours. Later."

Blaine moans and presses their foreheads together. "I think I need to go find a bathroom." He whispers darkly, and flees quickly in the opposite direction, leaving Kurt to try and readjust his increasingly tight pants.

"Uh yes...that's right McKinley High, New Directions." Kurt says politely to the coordinator. "Lima Ohio."

"Okay Mr. Hummel, I just need you to fill out a form for me..." She wanders off to find the relevant document and Kurt feels his phone vibrate in his pocket.

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Kurt doesn't know what on earth possesses him to click open, but he pockets his phone quickly as Blaine pops up on the screen, hand wrapped around his cock and staring straight into the camera. He tries to still his beating heart and calm the flush on his cheeks.

"Uh, Mr. Hummel, are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Fine." He replies, and taking the form from her, fills it out as quickly as possible before heading back to the dressing room.

"Um, Blaine, can I see you for a minute?" Kurt calls, and the whole room falls silent, the desperation in his voice evident.

Blaine looks up from the magazine he's sharing with Artie and Sam. "Sure Mr. H" he says politely, and steps from the room.

"I uh..I just need to see Blaine about his solo for a minute, so can you guys go over the choreography for the group number please." Kurt says as he retreats. "Follow me." Kurt says as soon as the door is shut, and walks down the corridor quickly, passing a few doors before tugging one open. "In."

Blaine steps into the darkened room, obviously used for meetings or conferences, but currently storing stacked chairs. He glances around in the gloom, and catches a brief glimpse of Kurt coming towards him before he's pushed against the wall.

Kissing him roughly, Kurt rubs his cock and moans when he finds Blaine to be just as aroused as he is. He tugs him further into the room, pinning him against the side wall between two stacks of chairs and immediately finding his belt buckle. Blaine's pants are pushed down to his ankles and a whimper escapes Kurt as he sees the tight white briefs standing out starkly against Blaine's skin, trying but failing to contain his erection.

"Fuck." Kurt whispers, and attacks Blaine's mouth once more, their tongues entwining and teeth clashing as they fumble and grope at one another. Somehow, Blaine manages to shimmy Kurt out of his pants, letting out a soft "Holy shit" as he realizes Kurt is commando. He's not given a chance to touch though, before Kurt is turning him around and placing his hands against the wall. Pushing his ass back towards Kurt, Blaine hears the unmistakable sound of Kurt sucking on his fingers before his briefs are tugged down roughly and a slick finger trails along his crack.

"Oh Jesus, oh fuck, yes!" Blaine cries as Kurt circles his entrance.

"Shhh," he hisses, working him open as quickly as he possibly can, the fear of getting caught only heightening the sensation. "Just be quiet and take it."

And Blaine nearly comes instantly at the gravelly, rough tone that Kurt's voice has taken on. He feels the head of Kurt's cock pushing against his hole and has to bite his lip to keep from crying out. Holding tightly to Blaine's already trembling hips, Kurt works his way inside, and is unable to stop himself from yelling out as his balls meet Blaine's ass. He stay buried there for a minute before pulling nearly all the way out then thrusting back in sharply.

"Oh shit that's good." Blaine whispers hoarsely.

"Yeah? You like that? Like it when I pound your sweet ass baby?" Kurt asks as he continues to push into Blaine unmercifully.

"Yes, fuck... love it when you talk dirty."

"Yeah, it's what you've been needing all day isn't it?"

"Fuck!" Blaine cries, his forehead falling down to rest on his folded arms as he tries desperately to brace himself against the wall. "Yes Kurt, need you."

"You jerked off thinking of me, damn Blaine that was hot." Kurt rasps, his breath coming inshort, ragged gasps.

"Mmmm," is the only response Blaine can give. He is desperate to feel some friction on his raging hard dick, but he knows he'll come the second it is touched, so he settles instead for pushing back equally as hard to meet each of Kurt's unforgiving thrusts.

"You made me so hard Blaine. Tell me. Tell me what you were thinking of."

"You...ah...doing this to me...fuck...fucking me..."

"Yes. Yes!" Kurt moans, "More."

"Opening me up with...ah,ah...your huge dick...Kurt...I can't...I'm gonna..."

Kurt wraps his hand around Blaine and strokes him through his orgasm, coming himself as he feels Blaine's walls clench around him.

"Jesus fucking Christ Blaine!" he yells, collapsing hard over the boy's back as Blaine tries desperately to remain upright. They stay fused together, panting and trying to breathe normally until Kurt pulls gently out of Blaine, who whimpers at the loss.

"I've got one Kleenex in my pocket, I'll fight you for it." Kurt says as Blaine stretches his back out and laughs.

"I'll go to the bathroom." he says as he fastens his pants.

"Before you go..." Kurt says, and wraps his arms around Blaine's neck and kisses him with so much depth of emotion that Blaine finds himself swallowing over the lump that has risen in his throat. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Blaine whispers before kissing him back just as tenderly. They make out slowly, languorously, Kurt's fingers tracing patterns into the curls at the base of Blaine's neck as he rubs Kurt's back, neither wanting this moment to end.

End it does, however, when the door is suddenly pushed open and Puck stumbles into the room with a girl from New Haven Show Choir.

"I shouldn't." the girl giggles as Puck tries to find his way up her skirt. Kurt and Blaine stare at each other in horror before Blaine pulls them quickly against the wall and prays they're far enough out of sight.

"You're so naughty," the girl squeals again as Kurt closes his eyes and prays to all things holy that he's not going to have to listen to them get their rocks off.

"Yeah you know it babe." Puck says hotly, before he suddenly stills. "Y'know what? I'm having second thoughts. You're right. We shouldn't."

"What?" the girl asks in amazement. "You...what? I..."

"It's wrong. Terribly, morally wrong to do this. I'll walk you back to your dressing room," he says as he ushers her into the corridor.

"He knew." Blaine says as his head falls back against the wall. "He knew we were in here."

"He knew someone was in here, he couldn't have possibly known it was us. Come on, lets get back. And don't panic, okay?"

"Okay. Hell, what do I care? I've just totally had a quickie with my hot teacher boyfriend."

"Who loves you very much. And because I won't get to say it properly later, good luck." Kurt says, kissing him once more.

"Nobody left the room!" Artie says, perhaps a touch too loudly as Kurt and Blaine re-enter.

"Good." Kurt says, glancing at Puck who is feigning innocence. "Right. The curtain goes up in...oh.." Kurt steps sideways as Rachel steers Blaine back out of the room. "...thirty minutes so has anyone got any last minute questions?"

"You are a mess, Blaine Anderson." Rachel says marching him down the hallway. "Don't think I don't know where you've been, or what you've been up to. In the bathroom, now." she snaps as she stamps her foot angrily.

"It's the girls bathroom though." Blaine groans.

"Seriously? You want to piss me off right now? This is the National Show Choir Championship, Blaine. And you've just spent our prep time banging our teacher. Now get in that bathroom so I can fix your hair."

There is a split second of silence before a resounding roar fills the auditorium- the New Directions being responsible for the bulk. They've done it. National Champions. Of course, they find each other in the throng, Blaine picking Kurt up and spinning him around- managing to just stop himself from kissing him. The moment is broke by Sam jumping onto Kurt's back, but neither care as they fall into the enormous group hug.

"Party at mine tomorrow night!" Rachel shrieks as they walk towards the bus. "Karaoke!"

"You mean watching you sing for two hours before anyone else is allowed a turn." Blaine says fondly.

"Are you coming this time?"

"Yes." he smiles down at her.

"What about you Kurt?" Rachel calls to him.

"Huh?"

"My party."

"Oh. Yes. Yes we''ll be there." he winks at Blaine.