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"How are you today, my clever Ravenclaw?" A curly-haired boy said as he set his books down beside Kurt's.

"Fine. And you, my daring Gryffindor?" Kurt asked, tilting his head up and pulling Blaine's face toward his for a quick kiss.

"Much better," Blaine said as they broke away.

"You two are nauseatingly adorable," a blonde girl muttered from a few tables away.

"So?" Kurt asked the girl, his Prefect counterpart. "Don't pretend that you haven't done the same, Quinn. Remember Thad?"

The female Prefect reddened slightly at the reminder of her third year relationship but Kurt's comments didn't deter her.

"I doubt we were as bad as you two, though," she replied. "You take being cute to a whole new level."

Kurt and Blaine laughed. The fifth year Gryffindor pulled out his chair and sat down next to Kurt, who promptly reached for his hand and entwined their fingers.

"Good morning," Kurt whispered as he rested his head on the shorter boy's shoulder.

"Morning," Blaine replied with a soft smile. "What are your plans for tonight? Night patrol?"

"I just have to finish my essay for Transfiguration," Kurt said, shaking his head. "Why?"

"I thought you could spend the night, if you wanted," Blaine said, not looking at Kurt directly. They had been dating for over a year now and he was still embarrassed about subjects like this. "Provided you're not too tired," the Gryffindor added hastily upon seeing Kurt yawn.

"I'd love to," Kurt replied. He would just have to make sure that there weren't any marks on his skin from the night before. The good thing about Sebastian was that he was careful. He never left marks in places where people could see and the marks were never on purpose. It made Kurt's life a whole lot easier, especially when it came to Blaine.

Blaine smiled shyly, happy that Kurt had agreed. Things like sex didn't dominate their relationship but it was a nice perk every once in a while. Kurt leaned in closer.

"Anything special I should bring," he whispered in a low voice. Blaine suddenly found it hard to breathe.

"No…" he said, shaking his head. His voice came out rougher than normal. "Just—just yourself." Kurt leaned back with a smirk.

"That I can definitely do," he said with a wink. Blaine's face reddened and the Gryffindor Prefect turned his attention to the front of the classroom, where the professor was about to begin.

For Blaine, it was hard to pay attention in his classes. The ones he shared with Kurt were full of knowing grins and barely noticeable rubbing and the ones he had with other houses were filled with daydreams about what would be happening later that night.

That night, no one questioned it when Kurt joined the Gryffindors at their table instead of sitting with his fellow Ravenclaws. When they had first started dating, there had been some confusion about whether or not it was allowed but once it became apparent that none of the professors were going to do anything about it, it had become a normal occurrence for the couple.

Blaine shivered ever so slightly as Kurt ran a foot up and down his leg. He glanced to the side at where his boyfriend was sitting but Kurt continued eating his dinner like nothing was happening. The curly-haired Gryffindor had almost convinced himself that it had been an accident when Kurt repeated the action. This time when Blaine glanced over at the Ravenclaw Prefect, Kurt was smirking ever so slightly.

"If I didn't know you any better, I would have said the Sorting Hat had placed you in the wrong house," Blaine whispered, nudging Kurt in the ribs. The other boy rolled his eyes and scoffed slightly.

"I thought you liked me in blue and bronze," he said. Blaine smiled fondly.

"Oh, I definitely do," he practically purred out. Blaine's hand dropped down from the table and squeezed Kurt's thigh before bringing it up again. Kurt stiffened at the strong squeeze and bit his lip to prevent a whine from escaping his lips when Blaine's hand was removed.

"All right, keep it under wraps, you two," a dark-haired girl sitting across the table warned, even though a grin was creeping on to her face.

"Keep it in your pants, you mean," the boy sitting beside her muttered.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mercedes" Blaine replied as he took another bite of potatoes.

"Our actions are completely appropriate," Kurt agreed, trying to keep a straight face but failing.

"Uh-huh," Mercedes said, looking between the two suspiciously. "Is that the reason why I took a separate set of notes for you, Blaine?" The dark-haired boy flushed and Mercedes continued. "You're just lucky that none of the professors are paying attention."

"Why would they pay attention now of all times?" Kurt asked. "Classes are done for the day. By this time, most of the professors just want dinner over with so they don't have to put up with us anymore. Some have even admitted it."

The fifth year Gryffindors shared a laugh with Kurt.

"So I'll be waiting around midnight?" Blaine asked as dinner ended and the students got up to leave. Kurt nodded.

"I'll be at the portrait hole then," he said and strode off to join his house. Blaine watched him go for a few seconds before Mercedes called his attention back to the Gryffindors.

"Come on, lover boy," she called. Blaine turned his head and gave her a sheepish grin. Mercedes lowered her voice as he approached her to tack on another sentence. "You'll be seeing him later tonight anyway."

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It didn't take long for Kurt to finish his Transfiguration essay. Despite the coursework being at O.W.L. level, he still found it to be extremely easy. There was a reason he had been placed in Ravenclaw, after all. Kurt had expected the work would become harder as they prepared for O.W.L.s but it really hadn't. There was just a lot more of it to do.

When Kurt finished his Transfiguration, it was approaching ten o'clock. He had two hours to spare. Normally he would have taken the time to get a head start on his other homework but he didn't feel like it and he was still feeling grimy from Potions, the class right before dinner.

"Got everything under control?" he asked Quinn, who nodded before continuing with her Charms homework.

"Have fun," she replied with a knowing smile as Kurt packed up his books. Kurt flushed and nearly dropped his bag.

"See you in the morning," he said before heading up to the fifth year dorm to drop off his books and to grab an extra set of robes and clothes for the morning. He had learned early on in his relationship that it was better to bring an extra set because somebody would definitely notice if he was wearing the same thing he had on yesterday.

A few minutes later, Kurt was slipping into the Prefects' bathroom, grateful for the privacy it gave him. He quickly ran the bath, experimenting with the different knobs until he found what he was looking for. The amount of knobs for the bath was a little excessive but Kurt wasn't going to complain. He enjoyed the luxury.

Yanking off his clothes, Kurt examined his body in the full-length mirror the Prefects' bathroom hosted. No marks anywhere, like usual. Against his will, the Ravenclaw Prefect found himself imagining what it would be like if he let Sebastian mark his body. He doubted that the Slytherin Prefect would go easy. In fact, he would bet that Sebastian would cover his body from head to toe in scratches and bite marks.

Kurt's breath hitched ever so slightly at the thought. He knew he shouldn't crave it but he did. He yearned for something like that to happen.

And knew that it never would. At least, not while he was still dating Blaine.

Kurt immersed himself in the bath and tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling. What could he do? He knew that he should stop the affair he had going on with Sebastian immediately but he couldn't. He was too addicted. The only other option he could see was to break up with Blaine and his heart broke just at the thought of it. He couldn't leave Blaine. The Gryffindor was his everything.

Damn Sebastian Smythe. Kurt and Blaine had been perfect together but then they had been made Prefects and were forced to work with Sebastian Smythe, the newly named Slytherin Prefect at the time. Before this year, Kurt had never given another boy a second glance. Then Sebastian Smythe came along with his smug smirks and meerkat-like features and luminous green eyes and Kurt had found himself longing for the other boy in a way he had only longed for Blaine.

"Fuck," Kurt muttered as he felt his body reacting.

"Me or that pretty Gryffindor of yours?" a voice asked from the other side of the room. Kurt's head jerked up and his eyes widened upon the sight of Sebastian Smythe undressing.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded. The Slytherin smirked.

"Taking a bath, just like you," he replied. "Don't tell me you're complaining."

Kurt's eyes narrowed.

"Not tonight, Smythe," he growled. Sebastian rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry. I already know about your plans with the boyfriend," he snipped. "I won't interfere."

"Good," Kurt snapped, sneering at Sebastian, who sneered back and slipped into the pool-size bathtub. As Sebastian got in, Kurt stood up and summoned a towel, which he promptly wrapped around his waist. His neck flushed as Sebastian wolf-whistled at him.

"Sod off," he grumbled as he dried off and got dressed, mildly upset that his bath had been ruined. Of course, he couldn't be too mad because of the sight Sebastian was. Try as he might, Kurt couldn't help but sneak the occasional glance at the taller teenager, who was lounging in the tub in a provocative pose. Kurt felt his throat going dry and he hurried up. He left his hair as it was, knowing that it would only be getting messed up later.

"See you later, Hummel. Don't be afraid to find me if you're left unsatisfied," Sebastian called as Kurt retreated from the Prefects' bathroom. Kurt's response was a crude gesture in the Slytherin's direction, not even bothering to look back.

Casting a quick charm, Kurt had roughly thirty minutes before he was supposed to meet Blaine. He sighed, not sure what to do. It would be not only strange but also pointless if he went back to his dorm, only to leave a few minutes later.

Instead, Kurt chose to roam the halls for the next thirty minutes, slowly making his way in the direction of the Gryffindor tower. None of the professors he came across questioned his presence. They assumed that he was one of the Prefects on night patrol and Kurt didn't bother to correct them.

The time dragged by slowly for Kurt. He cursed Sebastian Smythe under his breath one more time. He was always there at the most inconvenient times.

At midnight, Kurt was waiting in front of the Fat Lady's portrait when the portrait hole opened up slowly and silently. As soon as Kurt stepped into the Gryffindor common room, a hot mouth was upon his, kissing him fiercely.

Kurt pulled his mouth away from Blaine's after a few seconds.

"Well, that was enthusiastic," he breathed heavily. Blaine gave a breathless laugh.

"I was excited. I've been done with homework since eleven. This past hour has been torture."

Kurt chuckled.

"You should have joined me in the Prefects' bath," he said. "Your company would have been much more preferable than the meerkat that decided to barge in during the middle of my bath."

"Did he do anything?" Blaine demanded. Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Sebastian was just being…Sebastian," he replied. "Don't worry about him. I'm yours."

And Sebastian's every other week, a voice nagged at him. Kurt pushed the voice away and pulled Blaine in for another hard kiss.

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