A/N: So, hiiiii guys! *waves frantically* I FINALLY met Christopher Paul Colfer on Thursday, and unfg. I can't even...He's perfect...With THAT being said, please sit back, and enjoy some sexual content today...because hey? We all need some smut in our lives, right? ;)

Warnings: Smut, maybe some swearing...:D Also, the French I wrote in this drabble I got from Google Translate...

Chapter 9- Strip Tease

Kurt huffed and rolled his eyes as his boyfriend Blaine Anderson dragged him to his bed.

"Kurt...I know you have a French test tomorrow afternoon. You NEED to study..." Blaine said, crouching down to stare into those lovely glasz eyes. He took in Kurt's bored expression, because, hey, French is kinda boring...right? Suddenly, Blaine got an idea, and he smirked. "Kurt...you need to study." He repeated.

Kurt grimaced and rolled his eyes. "Fine, Blaine...give me my books."

"Sheesh, you could at least say please, mister..." Blaine said, getting up to grab Kurt's study materials.

"Please."

Blaine laughed. "Kurt, uhm, I...I was t-thinking...m-maybe...I..."

"Spit it out Blaine." Kurt urged on.

"I can h-help you s-study?" Blaine mumbled, looking down at his hands, his face bright red.

This got Kurt's attention. "How?"

"W-Well...I, uhm, c-could, like maybe...I dunno...um, strip and take off an article of clothing when you get an answer right..." Blaine smiled, avoiding Kurt's dark gaze.

"O-Ok. Great. Good. Let's start." Kurt rushed out, turning crimson, and handed his French book to Blaine.

Blaine sat down on the bed, and opened the book, his eyes never leaving Kurt's. "O-Ok...hmmm..." He read off the first question that would no doubt, be on the exam. "How do you say 'What is your age'?"

Kurt's eyes looked up to the ceiling, and he tapped his chin with his finger in deep thought. "Quel age avez-vous?"

"Correct, Mr. Hummel..." Blaine smirked evily, setting the book down to remove a shoe.

"Really, Blaine? A shoe?" Kurt deadpanned.

"A shoe IS an article of clothing, Kurt." Blaine answered with a chuckle. "Next...ok. Hmmm. 'Do you speak French?'?"

Kurt answered, licking his lips, "Parlez-vous Francais?"

"Good, good, sweetheart..." Blaine praised his boyfriend, removing a sock.

Kurt burst out laughing, and shook his head.

They continued on, Kurt actually doing fairly well. Until Blaine decided to ask more challenging questions. Kurt was frustrated because Blaine was down to both of his socks and shoes off, his Dalton blazer, to include the tie, and now Blaine only wore a white tank-top and his navy blue trousers...and now Blaine wanted to make the questions harder? Not fair! Kurt thought.

"Can I have a banana?" Blaine asked Kurt.

Kurt guffawed with laugher, holding his stomach. "B-Blaine...oh my g-god..."

"Just answer the question, Kurt..." Blaine grinned playfully.

"O-Ok. Puis-je avez-vous...une...banane?" Kurt replied, staring into Blaine's hazel eyes.

"Wrong." Blaine stated, his own eyes never leaving Kurt's.

Kurt scoffed. "Shit. What was it, then, Blaine?"

"The correct answer is: 'Puis-je AVOIR une banane?'"

Kurt cursed, rubbing his temples, "Shitshitshishit...G-Give me another question, Blaine, s'il vous plait!"

"Ok, ok, geez...uhm...'I would like a vacation, please.'" Blaine asked, looking up at his boyfriend.

Kurt nervously fiddled with his hands in his lap, and he looked down answering softly. "Je...voudrais des vacances, s'il vous plait."

"Correct." Blaine responded quietly, removing his white tank-top slowly. Kurt looked up with wide eyes, taking in Blaine's olive, toned chest, and bit his bottom lip.

"A-Another, please..." Kurt pleaded, his eyes raking over Blaine's body.

"I love the way you love me..." Blaine asked Kurt.

"Ahhh, shitshitshit...what is it...what is it...FUCK..." Kurt muttered. "Uh...J-J'aime la facon dont t-tu...m-m'aimes...?" Kurt guessed.

"Correct again...Kurt. Maybe I should make them a little bit harder?" Blaine said playfully, now taking off his navy Dalton pants.

Kurt's head shot up and he shook his head desperately. "N-No...s'il vous plait, Blaine!" Kurt moaned lowly, oogling Blaine's fucking perfect, strong thighs. His heart beat wildly in his chest. Fuck...

"Ah ok, hmmm, your next one is...'You are the best thing in my life right now'." He said, bringing his hand up to cup Kurt's poreclain cheek gently, his thumb trailing the smooth and soft skin.

Kurt's breathing hitched. "V-Vous...etes...l-la..." Kurt paused, swallowing.

"Think about it, Kurt. Think really hard..." Blaine whispered softly, coming closer to the taller teen.

"...meilleure chose dans m-ma...vie...en c-ce moment?" Kurt said in a whisper, looking down in his lap. He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for Blaine to let him know if he got it correct or not.

"Correct, Kurt."

Well shit...Kurt thought, lifting his head up to wait for Blaine to remove the last piece of clothing, his green boxer-briefs. Kurt noticed the obvious buldge, and Blaine spoke in a low, husky voice, "Study session over...faire l'amour pour moi, Kurt..." Blaine said sweetly, crashing his lips desperately to Kurts'.

A/N: The last line in this drabble by the way, means "Make love to me, Kurt." Hope you enjoyed! ;)