Title: A Helping Hand
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo, mild cussing, future angst
Spoilers: Blaine exists, Kurt didn't transfer back, Kurt and Blaine are boyfriends!
Warnings: There's a health mix of fluff and angst, with a pinch of spice ;)
Word Count: 2,848
Summary: It was Wes and David's job to make sure Kurt and Blaine got together. Now, it's their job to make sure they don't suck on each others' mouth while everyone else was in the room. Established Klaine. AU

Author's Note: These idea bubbles appear when I'm about to fall asleep, taking a shower, or doing make-up. Even when I'm driving, some plot bunny burst into my mind and I can't get it out of my head until I write them down. So here you go.

I originally wrote this as an one-shot, thus a very short chapter, but if this ends up becoming a multi-chaptered story, it will be filled with much more plot and emotion and drama...and will be much much more longer than this. Or I might just turn this into a pack of plot-less drabbles...depending on the reviews and readers' responses. This is most likely to be a story of half fluff and half angst (mixed with a bit of hot sauce if you know what I mean *wink wink*)

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Glee.

A Helping Hand

Chapter 1: From the Start

Group of students with blue-fitted blazers gathered around the chrome framed cafeteria lunch table, each sitting on the bench and setting out a whooping amount of fast food, desserts, and candies that Kurt doubted even the whole McKinley football team, who probably can fit a whale in each of their stomach, can finish.

Kurt slid next to Blaine on the edge of the bench,scooting more to his side to make it looked like he needed more room while all he could think about how those soft, warm hands grabbing a sandwich right now was inside of his shirt yesterday while Blaine softly kissed on the side of his neck during one of their little secret make out sessions...how incredible it felt when it smoothly slid down and up his chest...and their butts practically rubbing each other on a piece of fabric that were their pants as Blaine leaned towards Kurt, offering his fruit salad.

The group of warblers were usually obnoxious and loud, yelling and eating and putting stuff in their food when others weren't looking and just being the immature, stupid teenage boys that they are. Kurt, for once was happy that people here didn't care what their parents, teachers, and other head figures wanted and expected them to be, treating them- like they're some mini-adults, he thought. Personally, Blaine being Blaine was much more fun than 'I'm-a-dapper-gentleman' Blaine.

Especially in bed.

"You're doing that 'I'm thinking about our last night's sex' smile again," Blaine whispered, "way to be subtle, babe."

Kurt poked his side in embarrassment, causing Blaine to yelp and drop his half-eaten fries.

"Kurt, you can't poke my funny bone!"

"Oh, yes, I can." Kurt dropped his chin and smiled more vilely, " I can do more than that, too. In ways that you really, really like."

Blaine gasped in a mockingly manner, dramatically slapping a hand onto his opened mouth. "Since when did you become such a pervert?"

"You act like you don't like it when I talk dirty."

"Ah, remember when we were young and you used to tell me you had about as much sex appeal and knowledge as a baby penguin."

Kurt gave him a long stare, "Well, that baby penguin's gonna fly over your head when I go down in your pants."

"Penguins can't fl-"

"Guys, too much information," David interrupted. Kurt and Blaine turned their focus to the rest of the table, who...might be hearing just about everything that they just said.

Kurt blushed furiously and quickly grabbed a piece of strawberry that was on his tray and started nibbling, looking down at the table and hoping they would turn their attention to anything besides him.

Blaine just grinned at his boyfriend, looking more like a over-sized puppy than a teenager, and quickly peck a kiss on his cheek.

"I win," he declared.

"That's not fair," Kurt protested, "Other people interrupted. That's part of the rules."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Since when?"

"Since your stupid alarm clock went off because you managed to set it on PM and not on AM, when we were s-",

Now the whole table had their ears full on their conversation, some raising their eyebrows and some snickering as if it was hilarious.

"-and it's my cue to leave the table as quietly as possible because I feel like I'm making quite a scene here and me and Blaine really should be going. Uh, to the library, to, uh, research." Kurt got up to leave, grabbing his bag and gathering his trash up as fast as possible.

Their eyebrows shot higher.

Blaine rose to his feet to help gather their things. "Yeah, we should go."

Wes thought for a second before raising his palm, stating, "Wait, you can't use the library. My class next period is going to come in and use the computers the whole time. We don't want to hear some random moans and panting noises while writing about pilgrims."

Kurt's face was flushed, his ears turning bright red. It was adorable to watch, but Blaine thought he should probably save his angelic face from exploding like a bomb....Bad comparison. He held tight onto Kurt's hand.

"Uh, then we'll be studying at the empty class next to room G12, if anyone need us."

"Our class is doing a science lab in there," Jeff, another warbler, noted, "And there are chemicals. What if you accidentally bump into them while you're...doing your stuff and it falls on your head?"

Kurt and Blaine both looked like somebody kicked their puppies and shaved them into looking like hairless chihuahuas, even though they tried to not show it.

Wes sighed deeply, leaning his temple on his knuckle, and suggested, "Blaine, don't you have to go back to your car... and grab those...music sheets that I asked you to get?"

Blaine blinked obliviously, while Kurt just looked confused.

Wes thought himself, Oh my god, these idiots and mouthed to them, 'CAR...BACKSEAT.'

Blaine simply looked excited at the idea of making out in a boxed vehicle, while Kurt responded with a giant O.

They waved goodbye as they left, their fingers linked together in the most sweetest, tooth-rottening way as possible...if that was possible.

"Did I just suggest to them that they should make out in the back of a car?" Wes asked David, "Like I haven't gotten enough of them eye-sexing during Warblers' practice?"

"Hey, at least it's not the choir room."

"Oh my god, the metal images. It won't go away." Wes groaned in horror.

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