A.N. Hi guys! I wrote this one today, inspired by the detention/late system at some schools. Blaine and Kurt are at McKinley and Kurt is running for president and they never get to see each other, and when they finally get a date squeezed in, Blaine gets detention. They are so desperate to be together again, that Kurt goes to extremes to get his boyfriend out of detention, even if they get a whole week of detention for trying to get out of detention. So this is rated T for some making out but nothing graphic (in my opinion anyway). I'm working on another chapter for this story but it's the last one I have so I'm not going to be updating every day anymore. As the first AN stated, I write these when I'm bored, and I'm not always bored, I do have a life. So Enjoy :D and I have a new story I'm gonna post on my profile that's a multi-chapter fic and if you don't wanna hear about it then skip the next paragraph and read the story.

Okay, so my story is called Paranoid? You Should Be (I know, not a very good title, but I'm sticking with it) and it's about Blaine and Kurt (obviously) right after Kurt's senior year. In all of my future fics, Kurt goes to NYADA and Rachel and Finn get married, just so you know. Anyway, Blaine and the rest of the Warblers are spies whose home base is in Westerville Ohio where Dalton would be (if there was a Dalton). When Rachel is murdured (I have nothing against Rachel, I just needed someone close to Kurt and it made sense since they're both in New York now) Blaine is sent to investigate the crime, as they suspect that the evil group of skanks were the ones to kill Rachel. Throughout the investigation, Blaine meets Kurt and they grow closer and closer together, but Blaine can't tell anyone he's a spy. There will be a full summary inside the first chapter of the fic that sounds a lot more professional than this XD The story takes place over a couple months near the beginning of the school year and has plenty of action and romance but that last part may be a bit slow because the story follows them as they actually fall in love. Interested? Let me know via Review and I'll post it probably this weekend :D

De-Tension

Blaine Anderson was late - AGAIN. That was the third time this week just for his English class. Three lates a class per week equalled after school detention, and Blaine had a coffee date with Kurt that day, he DID NOT want to miss it.

They had barely had any time together since he started running for class president. Kurt was always busy planning his resume NYADA or his campaign or his dad's campaign. Finally, he had agreed to meet Blaine at the Lima Bean and the former lead soloist of the Warblers really wanted to be there. He missed his boyfriend and their cuddle sessions, coffee dates, make-out sessions, and stuff.

Blaine tore through the halls of McKinley High, his clothes astray and his books stuffed haphazardly into his bag. The jocks had slushied him yet again. They had recently started slushying him at the same time every day: right before fourth period, aka his English class. The bullies were getting smarter. They plotted his demise by making him get detention. No one (and I mean no one) knew that they had it in them.
Blaine tried everything to avoid the scheduled slushies. He took different routes, he left really early, he left super late, he wore tons of layers, he even brought an umbrella to school on on the sunniest day of the year; needless to say, nothing worked. The time it took to clean himself off afterwards almost always cut into class time. He was going to get detention, it was inevitable - crap.

The door to Mr. MacDonal'd's English classroom burst open to reveal a panting and disheveled Blaine, not two seconds after the bell had rung. The stern teacher glared at Blaine over his tortoise shell glasses. Blaine sighed. "Detention, I know."

GLEE!

And so, later that day, Blaine Anderson slouched in his chair so low that only his eyes were above the desk (and his forehead and hair and whatnot). His cell phone had been taken away so he had to rely on Puck (who was also in his English class) to tell Kurt that he couldn't make their date, and Puck wasn't the most reliable of people. He drummed his fingers against the desk anxiously as he worried over whether or not Kurt had gotten the message and if he hadn't, whether or not he would think that Blaine had stood him up.
He looked at the clock: three fifteen. They were supposed to meet at Kurt's car in the parking lot at three thirty. Blaine huffed and sat back up. He began to tap his pencil against the desk to a fast rhythm. Mr. MacDonald's eye twitched.
"Mr. Anderson! Please cease your incessant tapping!" he ordered angrily. Blaine rolled his eyes, but stopped. After a few seconds of silence, he started up again, this time with his foot. Mr. MacDonald sighed. "I will duct tape you to the chair..." he threatened.

Suddenly, a loud crash came from down the hall. Mr. MacDonald was on his feet in a second. He threw open the door and stuck his head out.

"Puckerman!" he yelled. He ran after the supposed miscreant and locked the door behind him. Blaine internally panicked. If Puck was here causing mischief, then he might not have told Kurt that he wasn't going to join him for coffee.

He was even more anxious now that before and he began tapping faster. It was because of this noise that he didn't the "rat-at-at" at the window; until it got so loud and hard that the window fell right off the wall with a crash, soon followed by a body. Blaine jumped violently out of his desk. He stared at the body with wide eyes. Said person got up and dusted himself off.

"Just goes to show you how much the board invests in this school." Kurt remarked snarkily. Blaine blinked in surprise.

"Kurt!" He glomped his boyfriend who just barely managed to keep them upright. "What are you doing here?"

"To rescue you of course." he answered in his beautiful countertenor voice.

"You are my hero!" Blaine cried. Kurt smirked and shrugged.

"I know." He took Blaine's hand and led them toward the window.

"And if you even think about pulling something like that again, I will have you EXPELLED! Mark my words, you will rue this day Puckerman! RUE IT!" Kurt and Blaine froze at the sound of Mr. MacDonald's voice getting closer. They both looked to the window as one, then they looked at the glass (still intact, mind you) on the floor. When the doorknob began to jiggle, Blaine quickly shoved Kurt behind the projector screen that was in front of the chalk board. Kurt jumped on the railing where the teachers placed the chalk just as Mr, MacDonald entered the room. Pressing his back to the board, Kurt grimaced at all the chalk dust he was getting on his outfit.

Blaine is worth it, Blaine is worth is, Blaine is worth it. He kept thinking to himself. Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen, Blaine had managed to trip and land sprawled out on the floor beside the detached window.

"Misssssssssssssster Anderson," the teacher started, holding the "s" for some reason, "what did you do?" He was gritting his teeth, seething with anger from what Puck had done before.

Blaine looked up to face him and immediately burst out laughing. Mr. MacDonald was drenched in maple syrup and covered in feathers. His face promptly turned purple with rage.

"Stop laughing!" Blaine didn't stop. "I said stop laughing this very second!" He stomped his foot for emphasis, which only made the student laugh harder.

Eventually, Kurt had to see what was so funny. He took a quick peek and had to slap his hand over his mouth to keep from blowing his cover. He retreated back behind the screen, his shoulders shaking with muted laughter.

After a few minutes of listening to Blaine laugh at him, Mr. MacDonald huffed and left for the bathroom. Kurt hopped down from his hiding place and the two collapsed together with laughter. After about thirty seconds of this, Kurt grabbed Blaine's elbow and nodded towards the window.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

"I never thought I'd see the day when Kurt Hummel purposefully broke the rules without good reason."

"I have a good reason. Detention is keeping me away from my boyfriend, so screw anyone who tries." Blaine felt extremely touched and quickly pulled Kurt in for a heated kiss.

Approximately five minutes later...

Blaine came up for air. "I like this new side of you," he admitted, "it's incredibly hot." Kurt blushed but attached the tenor with far more fervor than before. Blaine's hands were poised to tuck themselves into the back pockets of Kurt's jeans when the doorknob juggled again and they were forced to spring apart. Blaine was getting very irritated All he wanted was some private time with his soulmate. Was that too much to ask? Were those five minutes supposed to count as their alone time? Not in his book.

Less than a second had passed before Kurt had zoomed for the window and launched himself out of the hole in the wall head first. Blaine made to follow but the door opened before he could.

"Anderson! Seat! Now!" He commanded, stalking to his desk and plopping down angrily in his chair with wheels. He was now mostly devoid of syrup and feathers, but there was one still lurking - and it was coming out of his pants zipper. Blaine opened his mouth to point this out (trying desperately not to laugh; too hard) but was abruptly cut off as he sat back in his chair. "Not a word or you'll get a weekend detention!" The former lead soloist of the Warblers closed his mouth smartly, humour gone.

The seconds ticked by and Blaine was anxious again. Did Kurt leave? When would he get the chance to see him again? Kurt wouldn't just abandon him... would he? No! Nonononono. Seconds turned into minutes and there was still no sign of Kurt. Blaine was extremely stressed and Mr. MacDonald was extremely pissed: this was not a good combination.

At four o'clock, exactly one hour before he was to be released, Blaine spotted Finn in the window. He held a finger to his lips to signal him to remain quiet. He used the same finger to point to the door, urging Blaine to look. He obliged and his eyes widened.

There was Kurt, peeking through the door was ajar when it had been locked mere minutes before. He porcelain face and most of his body were obscured by the door and wall so that only one of his glasz blue eyes could be seen. Blaine didn't react (too much), for fear of being discovered by the teacher. Suddenly, a football soared through the window, soon followed by Finn poking his head through. He smiled.

"Sorry, Mac, could you just pass me the ball?" That was the jocks' nickname for him, and he didn't like it one bit. Finn held out a hand for the ball with a hopeful expression on his face. Blaine looked back to Kurt, who was simply watching the scene intently and ready to do something at any moment. Mr. MacDonald glared at the lanky quarterback.

"No, no you may not." he returned to his newspaper. Finn's face contorted into something that looked like a cross between drunk and desperately needing a bathroom. He wasn't the best actor in the world...

"Aw come on! Don't be a poor sport!" He begged. The teacher's eyes twitched again.

"I am not a poor sport." He exclaimed, slamming his paper against the desk, causing his coffee to slosh in its cup. Oh God, Blaine wanted coffee so badly... with Kurt, of course.

"Are too!" Finn argued back. Blaine saw Kurt roll his eyes (well, he really only saw the one eye roll) at the lame retort. The teacher stood, shoving his chair back with an ear-splitting screech that had Kurt, Blaine, and Finn covering their ears. Mr. MacDonald stalked over to the window and Finn backed away slowly. Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine spotted Kurt gesturing wildly for him to come. Finally catching on to Kurt's plan, the filipino dashed towards his boyfriend, only to stop and turn back. Kurt almost yelled at him, but clamped his mouth shut with much difficulty.

Blaine grabbed Finn's football and bolted for Kurt, tackling him to the ground just as Mr. MacDOnald turned around to see the door closing of its own accord, and Blaine nowhere to be found. His face turned an unhealthy shade of red as he barked, "ANDERSON!"

"Kurt and Blaine all but ran down the hallway with lightning speed. They clutched hands tightly as they went, refusing to be separated again. Mr. MacDonald was not far behind them, pumping his legs to catch the two students.

"Hummel! Anderson! Detention for the whole weekend!" Kurt and Blaine shared a look, then smiled. More time together was exactly what they'd wanted, but for now, they had to get the hell out of there.

"I'm just returning the football Mr. MacDonald! I'll be back soon!" Blaine called over his shoulder. Okay, it was a long shot, but it was worth a try right?

"Get back here right now!"

"He's furious with us." Kurt stated as they reached the hallway to the front entrance. Freedom was so close... Kurt let out a yelp as a big clammy hand that belonged to Mr. MacDonald latched onto his other wrist and yanked him from Blaine's grip.

"Kurt!' Blaine yelled and quickly grabbed hold of his boyfriend and pulled him forward with a mighty tug that sent them barreling through the doors. They didn't stop there, they made it all the way to the parking lot by Kurt's Navigator where Finn was waiting, looking dejected. When Blaine held up the football though, his whole face lit up.

"Whoa! Thanks man!" He took the ball from him, :Looks like Mac stopped following you." Klaine looked behind them and sure enough, the English teacher had stopped just outside the door and was panting heavily. Kurt and Blaine were in no better shape.

"No problem. It was the least I could do after you helped rescue me from detention." the shortest of the three responded. Finn nodded and jogged over to his pickup truck to leave.

"I hope you appreciate all the hard work I put into this plan. I had to promise Finn that I'd do his laundry for a month because he had to give up his precious football." Kurt muttered. Blaine laughed.

"Don't worry love, I am eternally grateful to you, and will help you with the laundry." He kissed the taller boy's cheek. Kurt smirked and pushed Blaine up against his car.

"You better be grateful to me." he whispered and planted a searing kiss on the other boy's lips, one hand on each side of Blaine's head.

"Hot..." Blaine breathed, and Kurt chuckled. "How did you... unlock the door?" he asked between kisses. Kurt pulled away so that he was only a millimeter from Blaine's lips.

"You learn things when you're on the cheerios." He answered. Blaine froze.

"You were on the cheerios?" Oh god, his pants were getting tighter and tighter. The position they were in wasn't helping either, well, it depends on how you look at it. He smashed his mouth on Kurt's and they kissed urgently. Kurt reached over to grasp the curls at the nape of Blaine's neck when he realized how tense he was. He pulled away from kiss and Blaine whined from loss of contact.

"Why are you so tense?" he asked seriously, staring deep into his partner's eyes. Blaine shrugged.

"Detention was stressful."

"Poor baby." Kurt cooed. He began to kiss down Blaine's jaw while massaging his shoulders. Blaine moaned in pleasure. Kurt's long, soft fingers kneaded the muscles in Blaine's back with just the right amount of pressure and love and heat.

"God Kurt, you're so good at this." he commented, breathless. Kurt continued to kiss his throat and Adam's apple as he replied.

"Think of it as de-tension." he whispered. Blaine laughed and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist.

"I think I still have an hour left of de-tension." he pointed out. Kurt smirked.

"I believe Mr. MacDonald said we have a whole weekend of de-tension." Blaine moaned.

"Thank you Mr. MacDonald."

"Blaine honey?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up."