A/N: Sorry this took longer than I thought, I'm a total procrastinator. I really hope you like this chapter, I'm still iffy about the smut... even if there isn't much so far. Hopefully I'll improve by the time I get to the big finale...

Anyway, just wanna thank you all for finding me funny, and I'm very happy my first fan fic is getting so much positive feedback! And I love the reviews you guys give, so funny.

If there is anything you guys want me to write, smut wise or anything else, I could try and write a one-shot for you, I need the practice! Cause I've sorta just jumped into writing and I don't know what I'm doing at all. But they do say practice makes perfect, so...

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, if I did I'd totally be buying some ridiculously expensive shoes right now.

Rating: M for inappropriate use of restrooms.

Enjoy?

Blaine opened his eyes blearily, waiting for them to adjust to the light. He groaned as he rolled over, noting the otherwise empty bed as he regains consciousness.

He didn't realise he could hear the shower running until the water turned off, Blaine buried his face in his pillow, desperate for some more rest, after all he didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Ugh, he shudders at the memory but pushes it to the back of his mind. He hears the door open and Kurt creeps out (in nothing but a towel, he might add).

"Hey you!" Kurt says beaming, as he sees Blaine is awake.

"Heyyyy" Blaine replies, smiling sweetly but sleepily. He lets his eyes wander and take in the perfect form of his lover, before Kurt leans in and plants a sweet kiss on his lips, although it doesn't stay sweet for long. I mean, how is he supposed to contain himself? When Kurt looks like THAT, and smells like THAT and kisses like... well.

"Mmm, no baby, I've gotta get back," Kurt sighs as he pulls himself off Blaine. Blaine pouts. "I had a great night last night, I love you" he says, looking Blaine in eyes.

Blaine feels his heart skip a beat; he always does when Kurt mutters those words. "I love you too" he says back, still staring at those beautiful glasz eyes.

Kurt beams at him, and pecks him quickly. "Alright, I've gotta dressed and you've gotta shower!" Kurt says, smiling. Blaine smiles back and stares at his boyfriend frantically dressing, trying to get back before his roommate notices he's gone, and he wonders how on earth he got so lucky. That dream was forgotten, for now at least.

Blaine was currently in class. French class to be exact, a class where he should probably be paying a lot of attention, and he was. Well, he was until he got a certain text from a certain someone asking what he was wearing. He, of course, countered with the eloquent reply of...

Huh? - B

Don't worry it was a joke, we wear uniforms you idiot :P – K

BUT, I did sneak something beneath mine today actually ;) –K

Blaine blinked. What was THAT supposed to mean?

What exactly are you talking about...? – B

Remember when you told me about that secret lace fetish of yours? –K

...yes –B

I may or may not be wearing lace panties under my uniform. –K

Blaine dropped his phone.

As he scrambled to (not so discreetly) retrieve it from the ground, he heard the most terrifying sentence he'd yet to hear.

"Mr Anderson, care to explain why your phone is out in class?"

Oh, shit.

"Uhhh..."

Eloquent as always, Blaine.

"Bring. It. Here."

Blaine looked around at his snickering classmates, and he oh so slowly, advanced towards his teacher to hand over his baby. Phone! He meant phone.

The teacher snatched it from his grip before he could blink. Blaine gulped slowly, praying to Gaga that he wouldn't see that message. As fate would have it, Gaga was clearly busy that day.

Blaine gauged Mr Fisher's reaction which started with a raised eyebrow, leading to increasingly red face and an awkward clearing of the throat.

"You can have it b-back after class, Blaine" he told him, voice slighter higher than usual.

Blaine simply nodded, went back to his seat and slightly wished for the world to swallow him up, but not until after he found out more about these lace panties, obviously.

Kurt was feeling extremely happy this morning, last night was incredible and he had a feeling today would only be better. He was a little concerned that Blaine still hadn't replied to his text, but well... he WAS in class after all. He knew he shouldn't be worried, Blaine was sure to adore his lacy surprise. Of course that didn't stop him from being extremely confused when Blaine pulled him into the 'Little Boys Room' on his way to Hospitality class.

"You have no idea what you're little sexting adventure nearly cost me" Blaine growled before pulling Kurt into a hard kiss. Kurt moaned, oh God he loved it when Blaine took control.

"W-what do you mean?" Kurt breathed out between kisses.

"I dropped my phone after you sprang that bombshell on me, ...teacher... saw the..." he panted, cutting himself off as he reached for Kurt's ass, kneading it through his slacks. He let out a broken moan, faintly feeling the lace through the fabric. "Oh God, Kurt fuck,"

Kurt gasped. "Blaine! Ohhh, I want you. Blaine please" he begged.

"Yes, yes..." Blaine managed as he pushed Kurt into a stall, not breaking their kiss and began to undress him, forcefully.

Kurt yanked off Blaine's tie and ripped his shirt open, forgetting himself. He frantically pressed open mouthed kisses against his neck; wanting, needing more.

"I wanna see. Mmm, show me your panties, baby" Blaine whispered in his ear as he worked his fly and yanked his pants down, leaving the younger boy completely exposed, expect for pair of extremely strained midnight blue lace panties that only barely covered his hardening length.

Blaine's eyes trailed over his body, as if unsure what to do to him first. Kurt felt himself grow even harder (if that was possible) from anticipation. Blaine lunged towards the younger boy and drew him in for a steamy kiss, violently massaging his tongue against Kurt as he brought his hand against his cock and rubbed him through the panties, loving the feel of lace against his boyfriend's arousal and the delicious wet spot that was developing.

"Blaine... please..." Kurt begged him, needing more friction, needing to feel his boyfriend against him.

Blaine seemed to be losing patience as well, frantic with lust. He yanked Kurt's panties from his hips, sighing with relief and arousal as he watched his massive erection spring free. Let it never be said Blaine Anderson wasn't kinky. He pulled the panties from Kurt's legs, balled them and shoved them in his mouth, knowing full well how loud Kurt could be, and though he loved that about him, the school toilets probably wasn't the time and place.

Kurt moaned around the panties as Blaine pulled his leg around his hips, bringing Kurt closer so that their aching cocks finally made contact. They set an indecent pace as they frotted against each other. Kurt loved the feel of Blaine's breath harsh and hot against his face, it was as if he could feel his pleasure as well as his own.

"Kurt... fuck so fucking hot. God baby...yes! Ahhh," Blaine moaned, moving his cock even faster against Kurt, making Kurt's head fall back against the stall and he began to push against Blaine even faster, needing release so badly.

"Kurt fuck, baby I'm gonna come. Shit I'm gonna come!" Blaine panted loudly, not even thinking that anybody could walk in at this moment. Kurt knew this very well, but didn't care. He moaned around the panties shoved in his mouth and found himself nearing his release. He was sent over the edge when he felt Blaine's warm come on his stomach, a drop of which hit his chin and he felt his orgasm hit him. He spat the lace from his mouth when his cries of pleasure ceased, and they both stood slumped against each other as they came of their orgasmic highs. Kurt looked down at his boyfriend, shirt and pants covered in come, looking completely debauched.

Fuck.

Their uniforms were totally ruined. And he smelt like sex. They probably should of thought about before they got off in a public restroom in a middle of a school day.

Yeah, fuck.

Blaine and Kurt were now at lunch, after a very embarrassing 'Walk Of Shame' back to their dorms to shower and change, eating their chosen meals. Kurt, Blaine noticed, always opted for the healthiest option. No matter how much Blaine tried, he could never get him to splurge and eat something delightfully unhealthy and today was no exception.

"Just one?"

Kurt glanced up from his phone to see Blaine holding a French fry and gave him an 'are you serious right now?' look.

"C'mon Kurt... just one French fry?"

Blaine was pretty sure Kurt was glaring now. But that didn't stop him from stabbing a fry with his fork and flying it towards Kurt like an aeroplane.

Yeah, Kurt was definitely glaring. But Blaine could see the smile behind it, so it was okay. Blaine just sat there, admiring the boy. His hair looked amazing as usual, it looked so soft and felt even softer. His skin was always flawless and glowing, his beautiful long neck just begging to marked, even the way he texted was graceful. He had such quick fingers... Blaine would know.

"Who're you texting?" Blaine asked in a completely embarrassing, love sick voice.

Blaine continued staring at the boy, watching that amazing mouth move. Oh, those lips... the things he could do with those lips.

"- and he's coming over this afternoon so I can tutor him, Noah is just hopeless at French and I'm really glad he's finally taking an interest in his education"

Oh shit, Kurt was talking this whole time.

Wait.

"Noah?"

A/N: Was it shit? I hope not. Don't worry I won't leave you hanging. Next chapter should be out tomorrow night, my time. Love you all, sweet Klainers.