A/N: So many people seemed interested to see what was going to happen next so I've written a third instalment of awkwardness. So this is for you guys! That's right I'm putting Blaine and Kurt through EVEN MORE for our fun and enjoyment.

I wrote this instead of cleaning my room. My excuse? Things naturally fall to the floor. That is gravity. That is physics. Do you think you are above The Laws of Physics? I certainly don't.


"Kurt, it's ok if you can't find it, we are just going for a walk outside."Blaine was leaning against Kurt's desk as Kurt madly searched the bottom of his closet. Cloths were strewn all over the floor in rather a dramatic fashion. Blaine was sure Kurt was going to regret this when he saw the mess later, but right now he was intent on his goal.

In the past a few weeks things at Dalton had changed. Wes had taken to calling himself the Dread Pirate Roberts, but only in those rare moments of humour (ones that seemed to be happening with more frequency since Kurt had transferred). More importantly Blaine could stop making up stupid excuses to see Kurt. He could wait for him in the cafe at lunch or wander into Kurt's room in the early morning and fall asleep beside him foreheads together and fingers intertwined.

He could also stop by and ask him to go for a walk around the grounds, but with all this mayhem Blaine doubted that they would get out before it turned dark.

"But it's my favourite scarf! And I never get to wear it." Kurt was now pulling things out of the very bottom draws at such a high rate of speed that Blaine didn't get the chance to look at them.

Except that one. The one that was now hanging off the top of Kurt's desk, inches away from Blaine's face. Not Fair. Was that leather strap attached to anything? Besides the other leather straps? Blaine leaned in to inspect it further and saw that it was actually a shirt. With nipple clamps. He pulled it down from its resting place and held the pliable leather lightly in his hands. Now why would Kurt have something like that...? AAAAAAAhhhhhh. Wrong question. Blaine could actually picture the glossy black leather against the starkly white skin. Like a fine ink drawing. And the cold metal beside rosy flesh flushed with heat from...ahhh.

Speaking of flushed with heat. Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his briefs. He placed the item carefully on the desk beside him and shifted away from it, eyes ever so slightly wild. Unconsciously reaching out to adjust the uncomfortable situation he now found himself in.

"Like it?" Kurt said wrapping the scarf around his neck, eyeing Blaine from the reflection in the mirror. Blaine hadn't even registered the end of the mad search.

"Where did you get this?" Think casual. Calm. But even Blaine could hear that his voice had gone up a register, or two. What was this boy doing to him?

"Well, remember when you came over to ask me to go out with you, the new vibrator? I bought a whole bunch of outfits at the sex shop at the same time." Kurt started rummaging through the piles of clothing again. "Actually the reason I went in there was because I saw this in the widow," Kurt reappeared triumphant.

Blaine looked at the items that Kurt was holding up for his inspection; a pair of white short shorts with navy trim, a white mesh shirt, a navy blue neck tie, and a little sailor's hat.

Now the images of Kurt scantily clad in leather were competing with ones of him scantily clad in this be-damned costume.

"Kurt, is that a sailor suit?"

"Well, its most of a 'sailor uniform', I can't seem to find the-," but what Kurt couldn't find would have to be explored later as Blaine took this opportunity to cross the room and kiss Kurt. This kiss was softer then Blaine felt at the moments and Kurt smiled as he leaned in for more than the chaste brush of lips.

"Well maybe you could give me a fashion show sometime." Blaine had most of his composure back. Somehow it was easier to deal with scandalous thoughts of his boyfriend when they were pressed together thigh on thigh and chests rising and falling in sync.

"I would do that for you." Kurt's blush was adorable and watching it Blaine felt the pulse in his groin grow until it rivalled the one in his heart. "For a price."

"Oh and what is that?"

"The vibrator we were talking about? Well it hasn't been working. It won't turn on."Kurt Realization dawned on Kurt's face as Blaine's eyebrows rose in interest. "I am being literal. Not dirty Blaine. I can fix cars, but have no experience in these and I thought that two minds are better than one, and I don't want to take it back to the store if I can just get it to work again, and I don't want to ask anyone else because that would be...awkward."

"Whoa, Kurt! Take a breath. Of course I will help you." Blaine tried to sound calm and hoped that his boyfriend would ignore just how interested he actually was.

Kurt just giggled as they walked over to sit on the bed together. Kurt started going through a drawer in his bedside table, throwing its contents of lube and condom packets on the floor along with the cloths. Before finding the vibrator and handing it to Blaine.

"So this is the switch?" Blaine was trying really hard to be analytical and indifferent about this problem. Of course Kurt's blush and the obvious rush of blood to other parts of his boyfriend's body did nothing to help the matter.

"Yeah it is." Kurt was focusing his eyes determinedly on the small object in Blaine's hand and nothing else.

Blaine tried the switch. Nothing happened. He tried it again, still no result. Knowing that his reputation as a handy man was on the line he did the only thing that was sure to fix anything. He hit it against the bed frame with all the force he could muster.

Both boys jumped as it started buzzing at full speed.

"Thankyou!" Kurt kissed him hard first with lips, then tongue, then sucking Blaine was just getting into it when Kurt pulled away slightly. Undeterred Blaine continued groaning and move down to suck on his boyfriends neck.

"Stop, Blaine. Shhh." Kurt scolded as Blaine's mouth pulled away to ask why. "Is that? My dad?"

Kurt's eyes fell to the lube and condoms on the floor. Blaine's went back to the lingerie that had been tossed haphazardly around the room. This wasn't good.


A/N: I rather like the idea of Popeye!Kurt. ;) I LOVE ALL YOUR COMMENTS, I REALLY DO!