The Masks We Wear (*BadBoy Blaine*) ~UNCOMPLETED~

Chapter 9

Pre-warning for some sexy times throughout this chapter ;)
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Kurt's hands were sliding up his arms, leaning in close, whispering words against his lips, intoxicating him. His slender fingers were trailing teasingly along the blade of his shoulder, pushing away his clothes, letting them drop carelessly onto the floor. The heat of Kurt's palms against his bare skin was making him shiver, slowly moving up until they were stroking across his chest. He could feel the subtle breath against his cheek before Kurt's lips were on his, kissing his mouth with a tenderness that melted all the bitterness within him, filling him with such wonderful warmth. He was groaning softly in response, helpless with pleasure, and Kurt's tongue running slowly along his lower lip, nipping at it playfully. His own hands were moving to link themselves around Kurt's neck, drawing them closer and closer until-

There was this ringing...what was that ringing?

"Blaine."

Was someone calling his name?

"Dude, wake the fuck up."

David? What the hell was he-

"BLAINE!"

Blaine sat up in alarm, whipping his head around in confusion. His heart was pounding rapidly in his chest, and he could feel a thin layer of cold sweat causing his white cotton uniform shirt to cling tightly to his body and bead into small droplets on his forehead.

Damn, that one was vivid.

"Dude...did you sleep through the entire fucking class?" Wes smirked, raising an eyebrow at his bewildered friend.

Blaine glanced around to see an empty classroom, slowly blinking out of his dream-like haze and back to reality. The room was empty except for their teacher, who was adjusting his toupee at his desk, staring intently at his reflection in the computer monitor, and ignoring the three students still lingering in the back of the classroom.

"Jesus..." Blaine breathed out, raking his fingers through his hair, and took a steadying breath in an attempt to compose himself.

Yeah, that one was really vivid.

"Don't sweat it bro, I'm sure he didn't go over anything important.", David reassured his friend with a laugh, clapping his hand on the shorter boy's shoulder.

"David, you're not even in this class..." Wes deadpanned.

David shrugged.

"C'mon, let's go grab lunch...guards are probably starting to line the halls, and I'm seriously not in the mood to get questioned for being seen with you two bastards in an empty hall again..." Wes said, rolling his eyes as he moved toward the door. "Besides, Mickey says he has something to say to us at lunch."

Blaine made a move to get up, but his breath hitched as soon as he felt an uncomfortable tightness in his uniform slacks.

Damn it, he cursed silently to himself.

David followed after Wes who'd already disappeared out into the hall.

"You coming, Blaine?" David called over his shoulder.

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

"I'm not hungry!" Blaine yelled quickly after them, standing up awkwardly, wishing the damn uniform blazers were just a little longer so that his hard-on wouldn't be so fucking obvious.

"I'll just see you guys fifth!" Blaine called, his voice cracking a bit.

"Whatever!" a pair of muffled voices chorused, already halfway down the corridor toward the dining hall, "We'll fill you in later. It's probably nothing anyways!"