I am so sorry that it took me so long to upload! I had vacation and then schoolwork and then the amazing Born This Way episode, where Kurt looked frigging divine.

In this chapter we have a little Klaine/Schuester moment about the gay-straight alliance. And then SMUT. And then a cute Klaine-Hudmels moment. So it's all fluffy, as usual!

Enjoy, and review please!

Chapter 18: When I get you alone

"Blaine, Kurt, come in." The boys looked around when they entered the appartment of their teacher. Kurt had been there already about two years ago, but Blaine never had. It was a nice place, it felt really... warm and welcoming.

The boy smiled. "It's a beatutiful appartement, Mr. Schue. Thanks for having us."

"It's a pleasure. Plus, I thought it'd be easier if we'd do this outside school. I don't know if you want everybody to know about the plans. We have to figure out what we need to do and how we are going to do it", Will explained. He gestured that the guys could sit down. "Do you want to drink something?"

"Uhm... do you have Sprite?", Blaine asked.

"Sure. And what can I get you, Kurt?"

He smiled. "Sprite is good for me too."

"Okay." Mr. Schuester disappeared into the kitchen to get their drinks. While they heard the moving of glasses and the door of the refrigerator open, Blaine moved over to Kurt. He had been sitting in front of him, but he didn't like that too much. Not if he just couldn't... stare at his hot boyfriend. If he sat next to him, the self-controling was a lot easier.

"Two Sprites are served," Will said smiling at the boys. They were really cute together. Young love. "So, have you given any thought to my idea? I've talked about it with Figgins and he is okay with it. As long as it doesn't cost money."

They all chuckled, but Kurt got serious. "We could start with posters with an emailadress on. We'll have to pay ourselves for the paper though, but that won't be too difficult," Kurt smirked, "And off course I will design them."

"I will make sure that they aren't too butch or too girly," Blaine assured the teacher, "We also thought about a gay-straight alliance. We could do that through Facebook, as you said last time. Make all members of that alliance pledge that they won't do or say anything homophobic. You know, like all those 'Love knows no gender' advertisements you see on websites and internetfora. It doesn't matter if you're straight or gay or transgender, you're just... who you are and you love who you want to love."

"I think that is a great idea, Blaine. I am sure a lot of the teachers would want to join that too. Like Mss. Pillsbury or coach Beiste." Schuester looked very pleased. He was just happy that he could do something about bullying. Not just stand by and watch, but actively end bullying and homophobia. Or ignorance.

Kurt pecked his boyfriend on the cheek and looked at him with pure love in his eyes. "Isn't he amazing?"

Blaine squeezed his eye a little bit and smiled. "Thanks, sweetie."

"But about that emailadress. Shall I make that?", Mr. Schuester suggested, "For Facebook, you'll have to help me, I don't have an account."

Kurt's mouth formed an 'oh'. "You don't have... Facebook? Mister Schuester! How do you survive?"

"Apparently I can survive," he chuckled, "But I will make an account for this. So is it all right that I make the e-mailadress? Then it's immediatly something that involves the school ? That gives it something more serious."

"So if you'd have a personal problem as a 16-year-old you would like it better if the e-mailadress that you'd sent personal information to had something to do with school?" Kurt aked a little more blunt than he wanted to, but it made an impression on the teacher. "Oh, yeah, I understand. You guys make an emailadress and a Facebook group and tomorrow you give me the adress and the name of the group? I will make an account tonight on that site, so I'll be able to join the gay-straight alliance."

Kurt and Blaine nodded glad. "That's great, Mr. Schue. We'll do it as soon as we are home."

Mr. Schue smiled. "That's good, guys. But now we're talking about this... Are you all right? With the incident on your prom? That probably wasn't really... nice?"

"Uhm no, it wasn't. But," Kurt said, "Do you remember that conversation we had about Karofsky, Mr. Schue? About how the bullying was getting to me then? Well... now it's not anymore. At Dalton I was accepted. Or the fact that I'm gay was accepted. Here at McKinley not everyone accepts me or the fact that I'm gay, but my friends do. My friends love me for who I am. And I'm not alone anymore, because I have Blaine."

The teacher smiled broadly. "I'm glad you're back, Kurt and I'm glad you've found your fierceness back."

Blaine let out a laugh. "Well, you have at least one person who can be as bitchy as Rachel now," he turned to Kurt, "Not that you're bitchy, you just have the awesome talent to give good and quick comebacks."

Kurt nodded approvingly. "It's all right, cutie."

"What do you think, honey, are we going back home? I mean to your house."

That was a very cute mistake from Blaine. Kurt smiled. "Yeah, that's good."

Will smiled as he opened the door. "Okay, boys, enjoy your evening and I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Bye Mr. Schue!" Will felt so proud of Kurt when he saw him walk down, hand in hand with his boyfriend. From a closeted, innocent boy to one of the most mature kids, in the most stable relationship, in his Glee Club.

Well, the boys were mature. Though their hormones acted like horny 13-year-olds. Blaine tried not to think about Kurt's body when they weren't alone, but during the talk with their teacher... The thing was, Kurt always wore very tight-fitting outfits. Sometimes those pants were also very tight around... his crotch, giving Blaine a perfect look. In the car, Blaine couldn't stop checking him out. He touched Kurt's thigh and started stroking him. When Kurt didn't stop him, Blaine moved his hand a little higher. Kurt moaned. "Blaine what are you doing?"

"You are turning me on. So hard..."

Kurt whimpered. "We are in a car. In front of our teacher's appartement. We can't... Ooh gosh... do this here!"

"Oh yes, we can." He undid the button of Kurt's pants and unzipped his fly. The boy sighed when he got more space. Blaine played a little with the waistband of Kurt's black and white boxershort. He palmed his boyfriend's erection and kissed his neck. They were both breathing heavily and Kurt was moaning and thrusting his hips into Blaine's firm hands, asking for more friction.

"Do you like this?", Blaine gasped while his hand slowly went in Kurt's boxers. Kurt whimpered again and nodded firmly. He didn't know how he had spent his life that long without this kind of touching, but he never wanted to lose this again. Blaine's hand stroking him on that place was really... really awesome. He bucked forward, causing more friction and building up the tension in his body.

Blaine leaned in to Kurt and kissed him passionately on the mouth, their tongues swiftly moving around each other. Blaine kept pumping and Kurt kept thrusting his hips in Blaine's hand. When Kurt was about to whisper something, Blaine moved his hand so hard that Kurt couldn't warn him anymore. His orgasm came all over Blaine's hand.

Kurt fell exhausted back into his chair while Blaine was drawing cirkles on his stomach. He smeared his boyfriend's sperm out and licked it off his finger. "You taste salt," he said and leaned over to Kurt to kiss him. It was the first time Kurt tasted himself. He chuckled. "I do taste salt. Weird."

Just as Blaine kissed Kurt again, they heard a little knock on the window. Kurt pulled back and tried to close his pants as fast as he could when he was his teacher standing there. They opened the car window for a shocked Will Schuester. "I just... wanted to check if you were okay. You're car was still here, so I figured that something... But apparently..."

Blaine blushed. "We are okay. Just a little... delay."

Will opened and closed his mouth a few times and just gestured back to the building. "I am going back inside. Bye."

Kurt couldn't bring himself to answering and as soon as Schuester was gone, they started giggling. "So this is how it feels to be walked in on."

When they got home, they were still laughing at the whole situation. They had been having sex in the car. Where everybody could see them. And their teacher had caught them. It's that they weren't ashamed about sex, because if that were the case, they had been very embarrassed. Very embarrassed.

"Looks like you guys had a funny afternoon", Carole said when the boys walked into the garden.

Kurt coughed. "Yes we have. Our ... session with Mr. Schue was very refreshing," Blaine giggled but Kurt kept talking, "We are going to set up a gay-straight alliance at school and on Facebook and we are going to make an e-mailadress for guys or girls who have problems with all of this.

His stepmom smiled broadly. "That's great, honey. Do I get to hear what the fun was about or isn't that for mom-c's?"

"I am sure Mr. Schuester will tell you that story one day... I hear that telling embarrassing stories is a lovely habbit at weddings," he smiled, "You'll have to wait a few years for that though."

Blaine put his hand on Kurt's shoulder while he imagined their wedding day. He would be wearing a nice black tuxedo, probably a penguin-like, if Kurt let him. And Kurt would be wearing a shiny grey suit during the ceremony. For the party, they'd switch to something more comfortable, but still fashionable. Blaine had had some great days, but he knew for sure that their wedding day would top it all.

"Blaine? You're dreaming."

He felt a little touch on his shoulder, so the boy opened his eyes. "What?"

Kurt sighed. "You have been staring and smiling for the past two minutes."

"Oh sorry," he smiled, "did you ask something, baby?"

"What do you want to drink?" Blaine could be very down to earth sometimes, but now he was floating somewhere far beyond earth. Somewhere in the neighbourhood of cloud nine, but definitely higher. "Coke's good", he said dreamingly.

Kurt gave him one of his well-known bitchy glares, though he found Blaine quite endearing when he was dreaming like this. When Kurt hopped away to the kitchen, Blaine stared openly at his boyfriend's ass. Until Carole noticed it. "Enjoying the look, mister Anderson?"

The young boy blushed. He was too obvious about how sexy he found Kurt sometimes. Even in front of the boy's stepmother. Oops. "Yeah, actually, I am. I'm always enjoying Kurt", he smirked, "Did that sound wrong?"

Carole chuckled. "Maybe... a little bit. But it's sweet to see you guys. You're always looking at each other, always holding hands. You just seem so happy."

"We are," Blaine smiled, "I love him. I feel like I love him too much sometimes. As if my heart is just... too small to handle everything I feel for him."

Carole gave him a little squeeze in his thigh. "That's love, Blaine. I married that guy. The one who made me feel like that."

Blaine swallowed. "Wow. I'm... I don't know what to say. It's really... I'm grateful that you guys approve of us. We need each other, so we are really happy that you let us be together as much as we want."

"That's true, mom-c," Kurt said with the drinks in his hands, "We love how much time we get to spend together. But what were you talking about?

"Just having a little chat with his mother-in-law. Well, almost."

Kurt frowned. "Oh. Okay. Well, I am going to get my MacBook, then we can make that Facebook group here? Meanwhile you can gossip some more about my awesomeness." He put his tongue out a Blaine, who used that gesture as an excuse to kiss him.

"Hey Carole, where is that...?", Burt asked when he walked into the garden, "Oh hi, boys. Not that you'll be hearing this, because you're sucking each other's face of as useal", Burt adds sarcasticly.

He was right though, the boys just kept kissing. When Blaine pulled Kurt just a little bit closer, Carole tapped her stepson on the shoulder. "Kurt?", she asked, but when he didn't react, she grabbed his shoulder, "Kurt!"

The boy pulled away from Blaine, his hair a mess and his lips swollen, to see his dad laughing at him. "Oh, dad. Hi", he ran his hand through his messy hair, trying to put it back where it belonged, "I am going to get my MacBook."

Kurt ran to his room, leaving Blaine with his parents. "Did you have a good day at work, mister Hummel?"

"It's Burt for you, Blaine. And I don't work on Sunday."

Blaine facepalmed. "Oh right. Sorry, Burt."

The man laughed again. "Glad to see that my boy has the same influence on you as you have on him. The talking doesn't go very fluent after some snogging, does it?"

Blaine just let out a nervous laugh.