Yes, here is a second chapter - a sequel as it were! Someone gave me the idea that Blaine would start wearing suspenders all the time, just to get under Kurt's skin. I loved it and this is the result! Hope you like.

GLEE

Kurt knew something was up very quickly. Blaine was acting entirely too happy for many days after the "Suspenders Incident" as Kurt had dubbed it. Honestly, Kurt was sure he had a goofy glow around him as well. It was the furthest they had ever gone before and it was so perfect.

Or course, they had missed the movie with Mercedes and her boyfriend. Kurt had tried to calm her down over the phone but that had been really hard when Blaine was doing everything possible to distract him as they laid in bed together.

But for Kurt, it didn't explain the level of…giddy-ness Blaine was giving off. He was just too happy.

Kurt was wondering what the heck was going on with him. He was walking down the hall in Dalton on his way to history when he heard his name being called. He looked up. Blaine was standing about ten feet away taking to Wes. He waved Kurt over and then did this thing. Something he never did.

His Dalton jacket was unbuttoned, which was unusual for him. He was always very…dapper when in uniform.

The other thing was that he put his hands on his hips and sorta…pushed his jacket back.

That's when Kurt knew what was up.

With his jacket pushed back, Kurt could see that Blaine was wearing a pair of red suspenders. Kurt stopped walking. His heartbeat quickened and oh my god he just wanted to attack Blaine.

Kurt took his eyes off the suspenders and looked at Blaine's face.

That bastard was smirking at him.

It was then that Kurt realized he was doing this on purpose. That tool had gone out and bought more suspenders (and Kurt had a sneaking suspicion that he probably got a few vests, too) just to make Kurt flustered.

It was working.

Kurt stormed up to Blaine, regaining use of his legs. "Hello, sweetie," said Blaine with an obnoxious grin.

"You bastard," hissed Kurt. "How could you?" Kurt was trying not to focus on the suspenders. They looked delicious on Blaine, paired with the already sexy Dalton uniform. His, uh, nether-regions were having other thoughts, though.

Wes looked between the couple. "Uh, are you guys like, having a lover's spat or something?"

"Yes."

"No."

Kurt had answered first, but Blaine answered "no" at the same time.

Wes looked at Kurt. "What did he do?"

"What makes you think that I did anything?" asked Blaine indignantly.

Kurt was turning red because he just couldn't stop thinking about pulling Blaine away from Wes and to his dorm by his suspender strap and then -

"Kurt?"

Kurt's head jerked to Wes, who was looking at him questioningly. Blaine looked pleased with himself. He knew what Kurt looked like when he was fantasying.

"Nothing, Wes." Kurt looked right at Blaine. "We will talk about this later."

"I'm counting on it," said Blaine, winking.

Kurt walked away as quickly his legs would carry him.

….

Because of Blaine and those damn suspenders, Kurt couldn't concentrate most of the day in classes. Thankfully, Blaine wasn't in any of Kurt's classes, so he didn't have to physically look at them, but the memory was still crystal clear.

Kurt was just glad there was no way to hook his thoughts up to a loud speaker.

All too soon, it was the end of the school day and time for Warblers practice. This would mean going to see Blaine and those suspenders.

Kurt pointedly ignored Blaine at the beginning of practice. They ran through a highly upbeat number a few times and Kurt didn't say a word to him. He also tried to avoid looking at him.

Then a few of the guys took of their jackets because of the excessive movement going on today before going through the number again.

Kurt watched, in horrifying and almost erotic slow-motion, as Blaine shrugged out of his jacket, putting it over a chair.

"Hey Blaine, I see you added something to the uniform today!" said a kid named Andrew. Kurt resisted the urge to lick his lips.

Blaine shrugged and straightened out the suspender, running his thumb up under the straps and -

Oh my god.

Kurt was gonna die. Right here, in Warbler's practice.

"What can I say," said Blaine. "I love me some suspenders." Then he looked over at Kurt and winked. "What do you think, Kurt? Do they look ok on me?"

That boy was asking for it.

Well then, thought Kurt, why didn't he give it to him?

Kurt marched right up to Blaine and pulled him by the suspender straps toward him in a heated lip lock. Kurt distantly heard the boys around them wolf whistle among other things.

Then Kurt had broken the kiss. Blaine was grinning goofily. "I guess that means I look good?" A few guys laughed. It was actually a rare scene to see Kurt and Blaine participating in public displays of affection. They were more personal than that.

"Shut up," demanded Kurt, pulling him into a kiss again. It was quickly over again. Kurt found himself pulling Blaine, by the straps, out of the room. Raucous calls from the Warblers followed them out and Kurt was dimly aware that Wes and David might be mad that he was taking the lead singer away from a practice, but then he didn't care.

Kurt and Blaine burst into Kurt's dorm room, thankfully a single so Kurt had no roommate, kissing and pulling at each other's clothes.

"So I'm guessing," said Blaine between kisses. "You're not actually mad at me."

"I'm furious," protested Kurt. "In a rage, actually. This is the maddest I've ever been."

"Be mad at me more often," moaned Blaine.

There was no more talking for a long time, just moans and hushed whispers. They had stumbled their way over to Kurt's bed and had fallen in it together, a messy tangle of Blaine's suspenders, which Kurt was trying to get off his body.

"You know," said Blaine as Kurt kissed his way down Blaine's neck. "I didn't actually think it would work on the first day?"

"First day?" asked Kurt, a little delirious.

"Of wearing suspenders. Seriously, I bought so many. I different colors. And vests," said Blaine.

"I knew it," whispered Kurt.

"And I thought I would just, you know, sexual frustrate you for a while and make you want to jump my bones again -"

"Like I don't already."

"But I'm glad to see it work on the first day." Blaine seemed very satisfied.

"You're such a whore, Blaine," said Kurt as he pulled at Blaine's pants zipper.

Blaine laughed tried to help Kurt with his pants. "Only with you, sweetie."

"Good," said Kurt, kissing him firmly on the lips.

"Should I keep wearing the suspenders though?" asked Blaine. "And maybe the vests? Not with my uniform, but you know, casually?"

"Oh God yes," breathed Kurt into his ear. "We can't let them go to waste."

"Not at all," laughed Blaine, pulling Kurt closer to his body.

FIN

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