A/N: Wrote this one in Ancient History yesterday. I don't seem to do much in Ancient History XD I just write Klaine. I'm also learning Italian at the moment - I'm self-teaching so it's pretty dodge, however I am learning phrases and stuff - and that's what inspired this chapter :D

This one is a little more out of character than any of the other ones.

Rating: T for suggestiveness.

Kurt didn't like learning Italian.

No - that was a lie. He loved the romantic language and the way it rolled off his tongue. It was just so hard to retain the new knowledge when his boyfriend was sitting less than a foot away.

Blaine was practically an expert at the language, having learnt it most of his primary schooling, so it was just revision for him. He did presentations and assignments with ease and confidence - with the same grace and perfection as he did when he sung.

Kurt and Blaine sat on one side of a double desk, Nick and Jeff sitting on the other. Their knees were inches apart, and Kurt could practically feel the warmth radiating from him.

And then Blaine shifted, and suddenly their thighs were touching. Kurt's lungs decided it was a good time to stop working as Blaine brought his hand down to rest on Kurt's leg, gently stroking.

Kurt couldn't function - couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Hell, he couldn't even look at Blaine. What the hell was he doing!

"Kurt?" the teacher called, and his head snapped up. Blaine was still stroking up his thigh, casually writing in his workbook.

"Um..Si?"

"Are you okay?" she dropped the Italian, her eyebrows raised in concern. "You look a little bit flushed."

"Si..."

She shook her head. "Blaine, please go with him, get him a drink."

Blaine nodded, squeezing Kurt's thigh inappropriately close to his crotch before standing. Kurt let out a tiny squeak before getting up, ignoring the suspicious looks from Jeff and Nick. Kurt was still blushing as he left the room.

Outside, Blaine flashed Kurt a half cheeky, half charming grin, grabbing his hand. "Sorry...couldn't help myself."

Kurt was still very red, huffily striding forward. Blaine just smirked, following casually, grasping his hand tightly.

"It's okay for you to get distracted," Kurt said from ahead, stopping at the water dispenser. "You already know everything." he bent over to dip his cup below the tap.

Blaine sidled up behind him, grabbing his hips and pressing up against him. Kurt straightened up fast with a surprised squeak, stepping forward and into the water machine. Blaine kissed his neck gently.

"I could always tutor you..." he whispered into his ear.

"Blaine..." Kurt whimpered, making a quick glance around. It was supposed to come out as a warning, but nothing seemed to be obeying Kurt today.

"Nobody is here..." Blaine muttered, kissing Kurt's collarbone gently. "Besides...we're only kissing..."

Kurt huffed. "You're kissing, Blaine Anderson. And if you don't stop, you won't be able to kiss me ever again..."

Blaine actually let go, which surprised Kurt. "We wouldn't want Kurt getting caught, now would we?"

Kurt frowned at his mocking tone.

"That's it. No more kisses. Not ever."

Blaine actually pouted. "Hey! That's not fair!"

Kurt just smiled. "Non mi tocchi, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine raised his eyebrow. "Using my own language against me, are you?"

Kurt grinned and headed back to the room, but not before Blaine could sneak in a quick kiss.

"Mi Scusi" he whispered, before slipping into the room ahead of Kurt.

A/N: Horny Blaine is inappropriate. If the Italian is wrong I apologize - the only reason I'm learning Italian is because Darren Criss speaks it...he's my biggest inspiration so yeah :) Nationals tomorrow. Very excited and yet very sad - If they don't have any Klaine I will be ranting for the next 6 months.

I still feel a bit... blocky. The wording is wrong and I feel I've done crappily. Oh well...at least I'm able to write XD