A/N: Almost crack-like prompt from Tumblr. We've been working slowly. Slowly but surely. My school has show day on today, but that's only a little bit of the day, so I'll be home to write. Hopefully. Ugh. There is some substance coming.

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(7:30) I want to learn how to sext.

Blaine received the text, his eyes widening. "What?"

Immediately, his phone beeped again.

(7:31) Shh.

A few seconds later.

(7:32) Don't look at me. Don't talk to me. You can't, just teach me.

Blaine paused, glancing down at the text again. Kurt sat on the other side of the bed, face buried in a book.

Seriously?

(7:34) Yes please.

Blaine paused, not quite sure how to start this.

Tell me how I look.

(7:39) What?

How do I look?

(7:42) Good?

No…come on. How do I make you feel?

(7:46) ...But you know that already.

Blaine glanced up at Kurt again, noticing the other boy's furious blush.

You need to start with something like 'I love the way your something looks, it makes me feel something.'

(7:49) I love it when you don't put gel in your hair. The curls make me want to run my fingers through it.

Blaine sighed. Can't we just have sex?

(7:52) But what about you're in class and I need you.

Blaine frowned. If you're going to use it for evil, I might not teach you.

(7:54) Oh, you're sexy when you're mad.

Blaine glanced over at Kurt with a grin. That's much better.

(7:56) I learn quickly. Kurt was openly watching Blaine now, gauging his reaction, and Blaine couldn't help himself.

I guess that depends on who's teaching you.

(7:58) Well, you're an excellent teacher…

Kurt dropped his face back into his book, blushing hard.

You have no idea how you're affecting me right now do you? Blaine sent, glancing up when he heard Kurt's phone beep.

Kurt read his message, looking up at Blaine quickly, and eyeing him speculatively.

"Hey Blaine?" He started, the first words either of them had spoken in a while.

"Mmm?"

"We're home alone for another couple of hours yet..."

^.^

Ten years had passed, and Kurt could safely say that his sexting had improved.

(3:29) I want to feel you come when I'm buried deep inside you.

Blaine's eyes widened, and he glanced around the office.

Kurt! I'm at work!

(3:32) I'm not. I'm home, alone, waiting for you to get back...

Blaine glanced around the office again, thinking quickly. No one would notice if he left now... and he was due to finish soon anyway... And he had a horny husband waiting for him at home.

Decision made, Blaine hurriedly packed up his things and fled the office, offering a garbled excuse to the secretary at the desk.

He arrived home, trying to convince himself that he hadn't been speeding for the better half of that journey. He tumbled into the house after wrestling with the lock for the better half of a minute, trying to look cool.

Kurt was immediately on him the second he closed the door – already naked and hard, pressing against him.

"I knew this was a bad idea."

But Blaine didn't mean it.

Not really.