Cheerio!Kurt and badboy!Blaine. Contains some rough language.
Rumor Has It
Kurt brushes off invisible lint from the sleeve of his Cheerio uniform, and by the time he looks up, Blaine is standing by his side. He switched his black-gold eyebrow piercing in favor of a silver one; Kurt is fond of it. They intertwine hands and walk into the building together, not having to speak to be synchronized.
It takes a few moments for a people to notice, and then they're quickly enveloped in a roaring wave of whispers. Kurt keeps his head high, and so does Blaine; rumors never stopped either of them, and so they quietly walk towards the science lab.
Varsity jackets appear at the end of the hallway, like in a horror movie, and Kurt says, "Get ready, here come the monkeys."
Blaine snickers. They keep walking; Kurt looks Mr. Ignoramus right in the eyes, while Blaine gives his ugly apprentice a death stare.
"Hey there, cocksuckers," calls Apprentice.
"Good morning, monkeys," says Blaine with a smirk. Mr. Ignoramus' mouth twitches with disgust, and Kurt smiles at him, gloating.
"Fucking fags," Ignoramus spits.
Kurt stops on his tracks, and turns swiftly to Blaine, gripping his face tightly and whispering "kiss" just a millisecond before sealing his lips to Blaine's with an open-mouthed kiss, throwing in as much tongue as he can, just for good measure. Blaine catches up quickly, following suit and grabbing his ass- he chuckles into Blaine's mouth- as they kiss frantically. Blaine's mouth is warm and minty, and the lewd noises they're making are almost overpowering the whispering around them. They part after not too long (not long enough) and Kurt sucks in a breath, a little disappointed when Blaine's hands move from his ass to his waist. To compensate, he sticks his hand in the back pocket of Blaine's distressed jeans before flashing a toothy smile to Mr. Ignoramus and his apprentice.
"See you never, monkeys!" he calls, walking past them with his hand close enough to his boyfriend's ass to feel its heat.
Today's gonna be a great day.