A.N.- Hey guys! So this is my first fanfic EVER but I have read many. Too many… Well, this was just a little plot bunny that popped into my head after I watched Original Song (yes, I know that was a billion and three years ago, but I haven't had time to write )and was thinking 'I wonder how the Warblers will react when Klaine is late for practice looking…frazzled?' Soooo if you like it let me know, and I just might continue with a New Directions reaction fic! Oh, in this fic, Dalton is a boarding school because, HELLO! Gay Hogwarts!

Rating for some bad language, no worries, I do NOT write smut (I'm pretty sure my dad would kill me and make it look like a accident. Haha, he's a cop!

Well, enough yapping from me, ON WITH THE KLAINE!

LATE!

"You move me, Kurt. And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you." Blaine said, as his heart flew up to his throat and made him stumble through such simple words. He didn't even know what he was doing until it was done, as his lips grew closer to those of one Kurt Hummel, the stunning young countertenor who had stolen Blaine's heart earlier that same day.

The world just seemed to disappear for both boys as their lips met in a somewhat unexpected kiss. As that magic moment ended, Blaine managed to blurt out a simple, "We should practice," and that one kiss turned into many more as Kurt meekly replied, "I thought we were!" Little did the two boys know that their moment of solitude and happiness would soon have to end.

"Oh SHIT!" Blaine screamed as he look at his phone, "Kurt, don't freak out, but we're late for Warbler's practice!" As soon as the dapper male uttered the word 'late' Kurt stood up, attempting to fix his, what could only be described as, borderline sex hair. 'Oh, we're going to have a fun time explaining this one!' Blaine thought as they rushed out the door of Kurt's dorm.

"Where the hell are they?" Thad exclaimed, as the Warblers waited to start their meeting. Everyone was talking and speculating about as to where the two duet partners could be, but the chatter stopped dead as the young men walked into the Warbler's hall, looking frazzled.

At first glance, nothing was wrong with the two boys, but if you looked closely, you could see that their lips were slightly red and the longer they were in the room, their faces grew to match, as all eyes were on them. Some whispering started up again, but nobody looked away from the young men standing in the doorway.

"Would somebody like to tell me what the hell is going on?" Blaine said, as the mutters grew louder.

"Maybe you could do us the same favor, and tell us why both you and Kurt were late for Warblers, and you both look suspiciously…hmmm…what is the word I'm looking for here David?" Wes replied, as he eyed the two boys up and down, trying to figure out why they were 20 minutes late for practice.

"Well, Wesley, maybe the word you're looking for is…frazzled?" David suggested, as the other Warblers snickered.

"Why, yes, my good man! That is the word that I'm looking for! So tell me Kurt, Blaine, why are you two looking so…frazzled?" Kurt merely looked to Blaine as if saying 'Help me!' as his face turned to a new shade of red. As a reply to this look, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and tugged the young countertenor closer to his side.

"Why do you think we both look so…frazzled, Wesley?" Blaine sneered, yet still managed to sound dapper. Once the young men in the Warbler's hall figured out what Blaine meant by what he said, there was a loud, collective cheer of 'YES!' that rang out. This, more than anything, confused the young couple, as they had no clue of their blatant flirtation during practice. The thing that confused the new lovebirds even more was the fact that some of the Warblers were now getting out their wallets, and giving both Wes and David 10 bucks each. Apparently, the lovebirds silently decided to cut through the chaos with a simultaneous exclamation of "SHUT THE HELL UP!" to which Kurt added a quiet "please" that made everybody chuckle.

"Okay, will somebody please explain to me and Kurt why there is mass chaos right now, along with the exchange of cash?" Blaine asked in confusion, trying, and failing, to piece together the events of the past few minutes.

"Well, Mr. Dapper Blaine," Wes started, "the Warblers as a whole are merely glad that we no longer have to suffer through another practice where one of you is undressing the other with his eyes while their back is turned." He paused for a moment, noticing that Kurt's face turned to an even darker shade of red, "And my fine sirs, the exchange of cash, right into my pocket, I might add, is due to the fact that the Warblers have had a bet running about if you two were ever going to get a clue and start dating." He finished with a smug look on his face.

"Okay…how long has there been a bet running about us?" Kurt squeaked, even though he look as if he wanted to go crawl under a rock.

"Well," David spoke up, "The Klaine fund has been running ever since the whole 'Teenage Dream' thing, and you two started your eye-sexcapades!"

"Klaine?" the lovebirds asked at the same time, sending a shock-wave of laughter through the room.

"Ha! You guys already have a hive mind! How long have you two been together?" a random Warbler in the corner asked.

"Um…" Blaine stumbled and looked at his watch, "Exactly one hour, seventeen minutes and … six seconds!" To this, Kurt was stunned and looked affectionately over at his new boyfriend.

"AHHHH! IT BURNS! IT'S TOO CUTE!" Wes and David screamed as they covered their eyes, but Kurt and Blaine just ignored them, and stared lovingly into each other's eyes. This was interrupted by Kurt looking over at Thad.

"Wait, I still need to know what the hell a Klaine is!" he begged.

"Well, please don't kill me or any other Warbler if you feel the need to," Kurt scoffed at this, "but it is your guys' couple name. You know, the K- is for Kurt and the -laine is for Blaine!"

The new couple just stared lovingly into each other's eyes and muttered contently, "Klaine,"

Yay! I'm done! (for now, possibly) I shall add more if it is wanted by the public! Oh! You know what makes writers happy? REVIEWS! You know, Darren Criss may or may not be tied to your bed in your room with the door locked. And I may or may not have the key. And you may have the key to your room back if you review. And you may have your dirty ways with DCriss, just as long as you share… Oh god, I may die of embarrassment if he ever reads one of these… Okay, BYE BYE!

Love(not in a creeper-like way), Lauren

P.S. I do not own glee. And yes, my disclaimer is at the bottom. Deal with it

P.P.S. Yes, I am aware that I used the word frezzled in this fic a lot. It was intentional. –Don't hate me…- *cowers in a corner*

P.P.P.S. Also, I am aware that the end of this is about as fluffy as fluff can get, but OH WELL! *dies in said corner*