Klaine Elevator AU

In the elevator (with a bathroom)

Based on Glee's "The Hurt Locker: Part 2"

"Absolutely not!" Kurt exclaimed. "Yeah, we are not gonna kiss for your amusement." Blaine agreed. They glanced at each other briefly, causing their cheeks to heat up. The Sue-saw-doll repeated the consequence of their decision "I have cameras set up, you will under no circumstances be let out of this elevator with a bathroom, unless I see the two of you kissing." The doll drove back into its hole.

"We agree we're just going to wait until someone sees this elevator right? Like, someone is bound to notice an all new elevator, in the middle of invitationals, and assume Sue's behind it?" Kurt nervously asked while sitting down on the floor. "Yeah, totally."

An hour or so later, they were both lying on the floor, out of smalltalk, leaving Kurt to crack open their jar of nostalgia, as to not have it be awkward.

"This reminds me of that conversation we once had," Kurt's eyes were locked on the ceiling, contemplating whether or not this topic of discussion was even appropriate. "Hm?" Blaine laid with his eyes closed.

"The chance of getting caught on tape." Kurt tried saying casually, testing Blaine, to see if he would accept or reject the conversation.

Once while out with some of the gang, Kurt and Blaine had gone to the bathroom, and had started a heated unscheduled make-out session, as a way to escape from the "will they, won't they" Sam and Rachel conversation. Though, before it could get serious, Blaine had mentioned the possibility of cameras in the bathroom. "That would be extremely inappropriate, I don't think that's allowed," Kurt had said. They then, later that night in bed, had talked about that the both of them actually kind of wanted to try having sex at the risk of getting caught - on tape or by a person.

"Ah, yes. Do you actually think she is monitoring us right now?" Blaine responded. Kurt felt his cheeks warming up, but glanced over at Blaine, who was still just lying with eyes closed, as if they were talking about their favorite types of blueberries.

Kurt thought it over. "I think she does have cameras here," he pulled himself up to sit against the wall. "But I also think they're, in some futuristic robotic way, programmed to only let us out, if they register us kissing." He continued, looking down at Blaine, who opened his eyes slyly.

"So what you're saying is, that there is a risk of getting caught on tape?" Blaine's words caused a reaction between Kurt's legs. "I guess, if we don't kiss, according to my theory, we won't get caught," Kurt's words turned to present tense, causing Blaine to sit up. Blaine felt his jeans getting tighter around his crotch.

"I like your theory." Blaine said, eyeing Kurt's lips down. Kurt needed Blaine to make the first move, since Blaine had a boyfriend.

If Blaine stopped it, Kurt would accept that they were over. If not, then yes Kurt would be a homewrecker, and witness Blaine cheating for the second time, but oh - he would be so happy, that is was with him.

Blaine couldn't control his urges, and grabbed Kurt's shirt, pulling Kurt on his lap. They were staring into each other's eyes, both just wanting to taste the other's lips. "No kissing." Blaine confirmed what was going to happen. Kurt smiled: "I can work with that."

Kurt started opening the buttons on Blaine's shirt, and connected his lips Blaine's neck. Blaine closed his eyes from the pleasure, and started rubbing his growing erection up against Kurt's skinny jeans. "Condom?" Blaine asked. Kurt fished one out of his jacket-pocket. Blaine gave him a questioning look, which Kurt understood: "In case of rapists."

Once Kurt had opened all the buttons, Blaine threw his shirt off the the side, and Kurt started sucking his way down Blaine's chest. Blaine spread his legs for Kurt to sit in between, as he made his way down towards the hem of Blaine's jeans. Kurt pulled off for a brief moment, and Blaine helped him take off his shirt.