A/N: Btw, I just want to go to sleep. :D My eyes are all LOLNO and my fingers seem to go to sleep every couple of minutes.

Rating: Smut

"Blaine, we're in the girls bathroom." Kurt giggled breathlessly, rubbing himself against Blaine as he guided them into a stall, locking it behind them.

Kurt latched onto Blaine's neck, pushing his hands into the front of his pants.

Blaine gasped, grabbing at Kurt's arse and fumbling for his zipper.

They finally managed to get each other's pants undone at almost the same time, shoving them half-way down their legs.

"Lube?" Blaine asked, groping Kurt quite unashamedly, rutting against him.

"Pocket." Kurt gasped, holding still as Blaine went through his pockets, finally pulling it out.

Blaine poured it onto his palm, slicking himself quickly before pressing a finger into Kurt, fingering him roughly as Kurt leant against him, barely able to hold himself up as he gasped.

"Hurry up." Kurt whined, torn between trying to rut against Blaine, or push back against his hand, trying to get more.

"Are you ready?" Blaine asked, not wanting to hurt him.

"Yesss!" Kurt hissed.

In a practiced movement Kurt jumped, wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist as Blaine slid into him.

Blaine stumbled forward, pushing Kurt into the wall and thrusting up into him.

Kurt moaned low in his throat, digging his fingers into Blaine's hair. A loud thump distracted them, and Blaine swore as he hit the toilet. Both boys burst into giggles, which were quickly silenced as the bathroom door screamed open.

Blaine's eyes were wide, bracing himself against the wall. Kurt clutched Blaine tightly, clenching and unclenching around him.

"Kurt? Blaine?" a familiar voice called, and Kurt's eyes widened.

"Rachel?" he mouthed, and Blaine smirked, thrusting into Kurt gently.

They tried to stifle their moans and giggles, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"I saw you come in here." Rachel said with a shrill giggle.

She was very drunk.

Blaine shifted his hips a little, and started rocking into Kurt with a smirk.

But Kurt didn't understand until-

"Oh!" Kurt practically shrieked as Blaine thrust into his prostate.

"Ah-hah!" Rachel laughed. "I found you!"

Her shoes appeared at the bottom of their stall.

"And you're having sex." She stated as Kurt whimpered rather loudly. "Well, once you're done coming in the wrong bathroom, we're going, so hurry up."

"Thanks Rachel." Blaine gasped, and the door shut again.

Kurt was glaring at Blaine.

"What?"

"Faster!" Kurt demanded, and Blaine laughed.

Bracing against the door, Blaine thrust into him with quick, jerking movements, the door rattling with each slam. Kurt's moans echoed off the walls and suddenly he was coming, his eyes glazing over. Blaine chuckled and held him tightly, thrusting deep inside him a few more times before it was too much.

With a groan, his legs trembling, Blaine collapsed on the toilet seat, still buried inside Kurt.

"Wow." Kurt panted lazily, kissing Blaine's jaw gently.

"Mmm." Blaine mumbled absently, before his eyes focused, and he slapped at Kurt's thighs. "Up."

Kurt pouted, clenching around him gently.

"Why?"

"Because we need to go find Rachel."

A/N: Claire absolutely pissed herself laughing at the last line of this, and I have no idea why.