*WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE AN INNOCENT CHILD WHO HAS NOT YET BEEN CORRUPTED INTO BEING EXTREMELY DIRTY MINDED*

Blaine strolled into the choir room, everyone pausing in their conversation to stare up at him.

"Dude, you're late!" Puck cried.

Blaine smirked at Kurt before gasping, "Holy shit!"

"Blaine! Language!" Mr. Schue yelled.

Glancing at Mr. Schue, Blaine smiled apologetically before glancing at Kurt who frowned up at him, "What?"

"Someone spilled gorgeous on you!" Blaine grinned, laughing when Kurt blushed and rolled his eyes when the whole club snickered at the appalled look on Mr. Schue's face.

Rachel gaped at Blaine, mouth opening and closing a couple times before she stood up, "Uh, Mr. Schue, if I may. Tomorrow, at 7:00, there will be a party at my house. You are all invited. It's a sort of celebration for when we win Nationals."

Mr. Schue piped up at the chance of being a responsible adult, "I'm glad you're so confident that you're going to win. But I must make you promise me that you kids won't be drinking any alcohol."

Rachel's eyes widened, "Of course we won't!"

-_-_-

Blaine was, once again; the last to arrive. He greeted everyone before turning around and finding Kurt bent over, fiddling with Rachel's iPod dock.

"Jesus, Kurt."

Kurt spun around so quick he almost fell over, standing up straight and raising both eyebrows at Blaine, "Excuse me?"

"Do you have a mirror in your back pocket."

Kurt rolled his eyes, waiting for the punchline. He stared expectantly at Blaine.

"Because I can see myself in them."

Kurt laughed, not noticing Finn stood just behind him, "Well, Blaine I must say that shirt is very becoming on you. But, to be honest; if I were on you, I'd be coming too."

Blaine bit down on his tongue to keep from laughing at the comical way Finn's mouth dropped open, staring at the back of his step brother's head.

"Kurt Hummel, your face reminds me of a wrench."

Mercedes gasped as she joined Finn's side, watching Blaine with a glare.

"How so?" Kurt crossed his arms.

"Every time I think of it, my nuts tighten up!" Blaine slapped a hand to his chest.

Kurt nodded, looking down at the floor and taking a step forward.

"Did you grow up on a chicken farm, Anderson."

Blaine fought to keep his smile hidden, "No."

"Well, it seemed like you might have because you sure do know how to raise a cock."

A small giggle escaped Blaine's lips as he watched Tina join the small group of people watching him and Kurt.

Blaine leaned down slightly, ducking his head down to stare at Kurt's legs before raising his eyes back up to meet Kurt's gaze.

"Your legs must be made of Nutella. Because I really wanna spread them."

Mike sidled up behind Tina, wrapping his arms around her waist and hooking his chin over her shoulder as he listened to Kurt and Blaine.

"If I had AIDS, would you have sex with me?"

Blaine scrunched up his face in confusion and over dramatic disgust, "No!"

"Well, I don't, so let's go." Kurt gestured over his shoulder.

"Do you give head to strangers?"

Kurt shook his head apologetically.

"It's a good job we know each other then, huh?"

Eventually over half of the glee club were stood around Kurt and Blaine who were struggling to focus on anyone or anything but themselves.

"Someone wants to steal my penis! Please can I hide it inside you?" Blaine gasped.

"I may not be a windshield repairman but I can still fill your crack in." Kurt dragged his eyes down Blaine's body.

"Do you mix concrete for a living, 'cause you're making me hard."

"Y'know, Blaine. I would make a joke about my dick, but it'd just be too long." Kurt shrugged.

"Well, my dick just died. Can I bury it inside you?"

"Wanky, wanky." Santana grinned.

And that seemed to do it; Kurt suddenly went bright red and he turned around quickly, finding the whole glee club watching them.

"Geez, just get together already!" Puck yelled, "You guys are making me crazy!"

"Kurt makes me crazy too." Blaine agreed.

"Seriously, guys. You can't say those kinds of things and still be convinced that you're just friends." Mercedes tilted her head to the side.

Blaine sniggered, "Oh, I'd love to be more than friends."

"You guys always do this though! You flirt with each other non stop!" Tina cried.

"There's another thing that I wouldn't mind always doing with Kurt." Blaine grinned.

"You both need to stop being so naive. You're made for each other! You both just fit! I don't think there's any two people more perfect for each other." Quinn cooed.

"We both do fit quite well inside each other..." Blaine nodded, looking contemplative.

"So? Are you guys together now or what?" Argue frowned.

"Like I said-"

"Shut up Blaine!" The glee club cried.

Blaine pouted and turned to look at Kurt who was simply staring at him thoughtfully.

"We are together." Kurt said suddenly.

"What?"

"Yeah, we've been dating for 3 months now." Blaine grinned proudly, grabbing Kurt's hand and tugging the boy into his side.

The New Directions were silent for a while before they all erupted, "What the hell? How couldn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell us?"

Kurt shrugged and turned to look at Blaine who was simply smiling adoringly at him

"Are you a camera?"

Kurt sighed exasperatedly but gestured for Blaine to continue anyway.

"Because whenever I look at you; I smile."

Yeah, I'm just gonna leave. Where's the damn door?

I am incredibly sorry. I apologise 0Procrastination0 that was not flirting. I low key enjoyed writing this because I am a dirty minded little child. But still, I doubt that's what you had in mind but I hope you liked it anyway x 😬