A/N: Honestly, I'm going through the worst writers block at the moment. It's bloody horrible. BORN THIS WAY TOMORROW OMG SO EXCITED! Anyway, here's some Klaine stuff that I wrote at about 1am so...sorry for the quality.

Rating: K/G

"What is that?" Tina squealed, leaning in close.

Kurt instinctively leaned towards Blaine.

"Oh! It's a hickey!" Mike announced and Kurt blushed, his hand flying to his neck.

Blaine's eyes were wide. "I'm sure it's not,"

Mercedes threw a suggestive smirk his way before her eyes went wide.

"Looks like you've got some too!"

There was a bit of crowding as both boys flushed scarlet.

"Nice," Santana praised as Kurt batted her away with his free hand.

Kurt and Blaine exchanged a glance, both of them wearing matching expressions of horror.

Bathroom? Blaine mouthed and Kurt nodded.

They fled the room, ignoring the cat calls and wolf whistles that followed them.

"That was embarrassing," Kurt muttered as they hastily headed to the bathrooms.

Blaine wore a half grin and they entered the bathrooms. Kurt scrutinized the small red marks on his neck before pulling out a shade of concealer. Blaine raised an eyebrow as Kurt pulled out a second, much darker shade and tossed it to him.

"Why do you have concealer in my skin tone?" Blaine miffed, a grin spreading across his lips.

"Emergencies," Kurt shrugged, starting to cover the hickey's on his neck.

Blaine stared stupidly at the tube, trying to read the directions. From his place, leaning close to the mirror, Kurt glanced over at Blaine with amusement.

"You've never put on concealer?"

Blaine winced. "No?"

Kurt just sighed with a grin, washing his hands before taking the tube from Blaine. He squeezed some on his fingers, tilting Blaine's head up with his other hand gently.

"It's cold," Blaine said softly as Kurt started to rub the liquid concealer onto his skin. Blaine loved the feeling of his fingers - soft and warm, working away.

"Mmhm," Kurt muttered, biting his lip in concentration. Once he was satisfied, he put the lid back on and stepped back to admire his work.

Blaine looked in the mirror, tilting his head in different directions.

"What would I do without you?" Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him close.

"Suffer with humility," Kurt answered, giving him a quick kiss. "But then, if you didn't have me, those hickey's wouldn't even be there,"

Blaine leaned in, nuzzling Kurt's neck gently. "You're right," his lips passed over Kurt's soft skin. "Ugh."

Kurt grinned, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist.

"This stuff tastes like crap," Blaine muttered.

"How else would I stop those pesky hickey's appearing?"

Blaine frowned, experimentally kissing his neck, making a face each time he tasted the cream. Finally, he found a spot where the concealer hadn't contaminated his boyfriend's neck and started gently kissing the same spot over and over again.

"I swear, if you open your mouth, I'll ram the concealer down your throat," Kurt joked.

Blaine just grinned, still kissing.

A/N: Eeh! I just want to let you guys know that Darren Criss is doing another LiveStream. 4pm ET - billboard .com - google it and it'll tell you what to do :) I'm very excited.