A/N: A very true and dear friend of mine said I should update today, even though I feel sad. Uhm, so thank you, Jackie (Iliveforcolfer11 on this site). Enjoy some badboy!Blaine. :P

Warnings: A little smut...;)

Chapter 4- A Nice Distraction

Blaine Anderson peeked through the Spanish teachers', Mr. Schue's, classroom door, looking for his boyfriend. Kurt Hummel sat at his desk, pencil trailing across his lips, in deep concentration. Blaine smirked and licked his lips. His hazel eyes followed the teacher, standing at the front of his class, speaking Spanish to his students.

He's so boring, God...Blaine thought with an eyeroll. He glanced back over to his Kurt, flicking his tongue ring against his teeth. Kurt looked up, and noticed Blaine at the door, and his eyes widened.

"Mr. Schue, if I may?" Kurt interrupted, raising his hand.

The teacher sighed, turning around, "Yes, Kurt?"

"May I please use the bathroom?" Kurt asked, feigning a dance in his seat.

"Sure, sure. Hurry up." Mr. Schue waved his hand, and going back to his lesson.

Kurt walked to the teachers' desk, grabbing the pass, and headed to the hall.

As Kurt closed the door, Blaine came out of nowhere, and pulled him over to the lockers. "Kuuuurt, hi, baby..." Blaine whispered lowly, grinding against Kurt.

Kurt moaned, throwing his head back, and he panted, "B-Blaine...h-hi...mmmm..."

Blaine nuzzled into the taller teen's neck, smelling his vanilla scent, and hummed, feeling content there. "Whyyyyy are you even IN Spanish, baby? It's so damn boring...I could find better ways to pass the time..." He growled as he started peppering kisses along Kurt's jawline.

"Mmmmm, h-how, Blaine? T-Tell me...p-please..." Kurt whispered, desperation in his voice.

"I'll show you..." Blaine grunted, crashing his lips to Kurts', and he massaged his boyfriend's tongue with his tongue piercing. Kurt moaned, and he ran his hands through Blaine's dark, luscious curls, tugging gently. Kurt loved Blaine's masculine scent, always mixed with a hint of ciggarettes and peppermint...and of course, everything Blaine fucking Anderson. When the need for oxygen was necessary, and they parted, Blaine gazed into Kurt's curelean orbs, also taking in his obviously debauched appearence. He licked his lips when he noticed Kurt's lips were swollen and red from kissing.

Kurt's breathing hitched when he noticed Blaine's dark, lustful eyes. "I've m-missed you, Blaine...where h-have you been?"

"Around." Blaine answered, lowering his gaze to the floor.

"A-Around...?" Kurt asked, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah..." He mumbled. It seemed like Blaine didn't want to talk about his problems. Kurt knew how to distract him; to keep his mind off of it. Kurt had other ideas.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked softly.

Blaine looked up, worry filling his eyes. "Yes, baby?"

"Take me home."