A/N: Heya!

Well I hope everyone had a good Easter, lots of chocolate and goodies :D

Holidays never really work in my house so the few major and minor mishaps were to be expected but hey no one died, at least not permanently ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any movies, musicals, songs, events, products, clothing, labels, schools, names or anything else you can think of I own nothing except my imagination.

This is a Kurt/Blaine fic, so if you don't like boy x boy then there is a little 'x' button in the right hand corner of this page feel free to click it in times of closed mindedness.

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The next day even though Blaine's general demeanour was completely cavalier there was an unspoken understanding between himself and Kurt, secrets that no one else knew except for the parties involved, finally shared.

Kurt watched Blaine from a far his mind hoping for Blaine to come towards him so they could clear the air his other mind located further south wanted him to come over all the same except the sequence of events that followed in his over active imagination were completely different from his logical and innocent desire.

During Chemistry Kurt was hoping that maybe Blaine would sit next to him, though he hated admitting the fact, he just wanted Blaine to say something idiotic about the previous day, hell Kurt would be happy if Blaine came on to him, he denied that to himself though. He'd be happy even if Blaine just looked at him, Kurt also denied the fact that he craved Blaine's attention, he put it down to the fact that he just wanted the fake ID, that's all he wanted from Blaine.

The teacher rattled on and on about isotopes and Blaine played with the safety flame from the Bunsen burner, Kurt let out a silent giggle when the teacher saw him and demanded he stop at once. Blaine smirked at the teacher and proceeded to run his fingers through the flame, Kurt imagined those fingers running through his hair and had to attempt to focus, the teacher argued with him until she was red in the face and ordering him to the principals office.

Blaine just stood and began to walk towards the door, when he came past Kurt he slid his hand along Kurt's thigh before waltzing out the door. Kurt couldn't help the relief that spread through him, or at least he called it relief, he still wanted more, he wanted to hear Blaine speak, to feel Blaine's li- Kurt shook the thoughts out of his head and thought of Andrew but somehow his mind kept bringing him back to Blaine, like a sick taunt.

It wasn't until History when Kurt first heard Blaine speak that day, he was, however annoyed at the fact that Blaine still chose to sit four seats away.

"We can start with a relatively easy question, 'What is History?'" Mrs Hagberg asked and Blaine rolled his eyes, Kurt could imagine him thinking something along the lines of 'Of course you'd have to ask because as a History Teacher you obviously wouldn't know the answer'.

Mrs Hagberg must of caught on to Blaine's demeanour and looked at him one eyebrow raised "I don't suppose you could supply the answer Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine just smiled and looked up at her and Kurt practically vibrated with the temptation of what Blaine was going to say, also the temptation to hear Blaine's voice was more desired then his actual answer.

"'History is that certainty produced at the point where imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation,'" Blaine said with a straight face and the teacher looked at him baffled for a moment, her eyes scanning the room to assure herself that he hadn't read it off one of the many quotes on the wall. Kurt scribbled down the parts he could remember, it was a brilliant sentence, even more so because Blaine spoke it.

Mrs Hagberg looked at Blaine sceptically and asked, quite rudely, "And where would someone like you obtain an answer like that?"

Blaine tensed slightly and looked at her "Unlike some of the imbeciles that reside at this god forsaken school I actually pay attention when I'm being taught and I seek the information. The Quote is from Patrick Larange, he's French," Blaine said stiffly. Kurt had to bite back a chuckle that wanted to escape, he internally chastised himself, he had to get these obscene desires out of his head before they cause him trouble.

"If you understand so much about the matter then why don't you explain the quote?"

"Take for example a suicide," Blaine's eyes flicked over to Kurt for a second, as if checking to make sure he was comfortable with the conversation before continuing "a simple sorry note attached, that's the only concrete evidence and in fifty years time, figuratively speaking if said suicide were to be of historical interest, people would have scattered and no way would anyone be able to know the true reason the person did it."

"I see the problem Anderson but I think you underestimate history and for that matter historians. Several strands of information can be discovered, old communication, relatives, letters, diaries, phone calls in which the conversation is remembered, old colleagues, companions, school friends, the problem might be less daunting then you think." Kurt was befuddled at the teachers response, he'd never heard her sound that intelligent before and saying that about a teacher was befuddling in itself.

"But nothing can make up for the absence of the suicide victims testimony," Blaine responded "And if you really think about it, logically ma'am, the story that would be told fifty years from the date of death would be in the historians perception so hardly accurate so really if you think about it the definition I provided was more or less accurate," Blaine said snappily.

Everyone in the classroom was quiet, in a way human beings as a species are all small minded, we put people in little boxes, Blaine especially, he dresses a specific way and portrays this certain mannerism and has everyone believing that he is only his badboy persona, nothing more. No one in the classroom expected him to be smart because in their minds someone like him couldn't possibly be smart, he's a rebel, a juvenile delinquent or at least that's what their minds had conjured up but in many ways he was that but Kurt knew that he was more.

Mrs Hagberg huffed and looked back at Blaine "Well how about instead of using someone else's words you use your own, what is history?"

"You ask that question so surely but I wonder if you don't know the answer yourself," Blaine mused as he clicked his tongue piercing inside his mouth, Kurt wanted to smile, that was the Blaine he recognised, smart assed and defiant.

Mrs Hagberg huffed and turned to Kurt, the disadvantage of sitting in the front row was the inescapable gaze of a teacher she asked him the same question she'd asked Blaine "What is history?"

Blaine let out a little chuckle and the teacher merely scowled at him before waiting Kurt's answer, Kurt bit his lip softly before picking his words carefully "I guess in a way that History doesn't have a definition, it has a meaning, we can use the word in a sentence and understand it but we can't define it. We could say simply that History is the lies of the victors but some would challenge that and say that it's not that History is merely the memories of the survivors, the few that 'lived to tell the tale' because survivors are neither victorious nor defeated." Kurt wasn't sure where his pondering came from, it was merely his way of searching for an answer out loud but instead of the meaningless garble he expected to come out, something knowledgeable resided.

The teacher was shocked and merely said a quiet thank you to Kurt before rattling off to the class about something that really was just meaningless garble, Kurt didn't pay attention though, he just fought off a blush as he felt Blaine's eyes on him.

Kurt had English last lesson and he sighed as he was finally out of the classroom walking down the hallway, he felt a weird sensation that he was being watched, he flicked his eyes around behind him and saw no one, he shook his head and continued.

He was halfway down the hallway when an arm gripped his and everything was darker all of a sudden, he didn't have to ask who it was, the who in the equation become increasingly evident as he was pressed into a wall in a luckily empty janitors closet.

"I've been watching you all day," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear and Kurt wanted to grin but he just trembled, not from fear, from excitement.

"R-really?"

"Uh huh and I think I'm either going to ban those jeans or insist you wear them everyday, I haven't decided yet but all day I've been wondering what you would look like with a hard on in them," Blaine whispered and bit behind Kurt's ear.

"You've been ignoring me all day though?"

"No, just admiring from afar, I want you Kurt and I know you want me too," Blaine said and Kurt couldn't help but gulp, Blaine kissed along Kurt's jaw and his hand wound up into Kurt's hair and Kurt thought about Chemistry.

"Did you get detention?"

"Yeah, not the first time, maybe you can come and keep me company," Blaine said as he sucked along the hollow part of Kurt's neck.

"That would say that I enjoy your company."

"If you didn't enjoy it you wouldn't have thought I was ignoring you since you wouldn't care," Blaine said and Kurt bit his lip and the low sound of Blaine's voice, he wanted Blaine to let him go or not let him go, he hadn't decided yet.

"Just wanted to ask about the ID," Kurt said defiantly.

"Uh huh, what ever," Lips found one another and Kurt felt like crying out in relief, he'd wanted this so bad all day, though he refused to admit it, Blaine's hands splayed out over Kurt's ass and squeezed hard as some how he lifted Kurt up, Kurt's legs wrapping around him.

Blaine thrust into Kurt and Kurt moaned, he'd never felt anything like what he was feeling in that moment, everything was hot all at once and all he could taste, touch and most definitely feel was Blaine.

Kurt dropped one leg for balance and leverage as he attempted to meet Blaine's thrusts, Kurt was embarrassingly close and he wanted to tell Blaine, to vocalise some how but every breath and moan was being swallowed up by Blaine.

Blaine's hand slipped into one of Kurt's back pockets and Kurt detached his lips from his to let out a breathy moan of Blaine's name, Kurt almost couldn't take the feelings going through him but then everything stopped and most definitely not in the way he'd hoped. Blaine was off him with one last peck.

Blaine opened the door slightly just so some light shon in, he looked right at Kurt but not at his face, his gaze much lower, he smirked "So that's what a hard on in those jeans looks like," and then he was gone.

Kurt leant against the wall for a moment, breathing in and out to will away a certain inconvenience and to chastise himself for enjoying it, he was in love with Andrew. Wasn't he?

It wasn't until later that night that Kurt found the fake ID in his back pocket, he should have guessed that Blaine wouldn't be the type to just hand him the card, he had to slip it in during the most erotic experiences of Kurt's life. Kurt looked at the ID as he sat on his bed, it wasn't an exact look a like but he hoped it would work, the name was foolish but at an alarmingly believable rate.

"Kurt!" Burt called just as he opened Kurt's door, Kurt shoved the card under his leg and his dad looked at him curiously "What was that?"

"What was what?" Kurt countered, Burt looked sceptical for a moment before shaking his head.

"Never mind, I was coming up to tell you that Carol just got a call from her mum up in Cleveland, her Aunt passed away last night and her and I are driving up to Cleveland for her funeral Friday morning, so I'm sorry kiddo but we can't do Friday night dinner." Burt said sadly, Kurt frowned.

"Tell Carol I'm sorry for her loss and of course, don't worry about Friday night, I'll go to Mercedes house, or Rachel's, I assume Finn is going with you?"

"Yeah she was his great Aunt so Carol says he should be there, Carol asked about you going but Carol's uncle is very strict about who goes, it's so stupid, he only wants immediate family and even though you're technically family-"

"Dad, you don't have to make up for someone else's choices, I can understand, you're going for Carol and Finn as support, It'd be awkward if I went anyway, I'd feel wrong since I'd never met her."

"I know, I know, I just wish that you wouldn't be shunned like that."

"It's hardly a direct blow on myself, the man has just lost his wife and is clearly not certain if he's coming or going, it's understandable and I don't take any offence, I wouldn't want to go even if I was invited." Kurt explained and Burt nodded in understanding.

"Thanks bud, make sure you're not home alone on Friday, have your girls over," Burt encouraged and Kurt just smiled, he had much better, club related plans.

A/N: Here ya go guys another chapter :D

I hope you guys don't mind me making Blaine smart, I just see that as who he is but he is this other person as well, that's what I tried to portray anyway :)

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