Kurt's phone vibrated under his pillow. Without opening his eyes he pressed the right buttons to make it stop. In his opinion, it was entirely too early to be awake on a Saturday. Through bleary eyes and a fading dream about.. something? He tried to remember why he was up. Suddenly it came to him and he sat bolt upright in his bed. The test was today. The test was today. Ohshit.

He jumped out of bed, body aching from its hours of disuse. He stretched and stumbled to his bureau to look into the mirror. The fuzzy outline of what appeared to be a very skinny peach told him that it was too early to see correctly. He thudded down the stairs to eat the recommended well-rounded breakfast.

His dad was already down there making him some toast. The orange juice was poured, the protein bar was unwrapped, and there was a beautiful cup of coffee screaming 'Kurt! Drink me!' Well who was he to deny it its destiny?

He fell into the chair and mumbled a thankful 'mmrrplshh' to his father, who graciously understood. The joys of parenthood. Finn stumbled up the stairs looking as awake as Kurt felt. Carole was already at work.

Kurt worked hard to force the food down his throat, but really he was anything but hungry. At least the coffee helped. He hoped that his nerves wouldn't get to him. He'd studied hard, but...

"Hey, kids, might want to get dressed. We're leaving in 45 minutes." The boys nodded, without speaking, and went their separate ways to get dressed.

Kurt did something to his hair- it was as exuberant as always, standing up as sassily as possible. Luckily he'd laid his clothes out the night before. A cardigan here, some skinny jeans there and voila- fabulosity.

He texted Blaine good luck. They weren't taking the test together, but they were taking it on the same day.

Same to you, but you won't need it ;P – was the response.

. . .

He shuffled into the high school with all of the other kids taking the SATs, feeling like nothing more than cattle. Neon pink arrows taped to the walls directed them to the english hallway. Signs with last name ranges next to the doors sorted them into the correct classrooms.

He smiled when he saw that Ms. Pillsbury was going to be his proctor. The only other truly familiar person in the rom was Finn, since their last names were so close together. Everybody else was just another body from homeroom, just another face turned away when he'd been shoved into a locker.

Kurt absentmindedly filled in the name and date info bubbles, not paying attention to the instructions being read on how to do it. Finally, they had to wait until Ms. Pillsbury got the go ahead to start. It was an awkward few minutes. He tried to breathe in and out a few times. Courage he thought Courage. What would Blaine think of you being this nervous? An impish voice in the back of his head reminded him that Blaine would think it was adorable. Kurt snorted, feeling a little better. Then it was time to start.

"Begin."

Oh shit only 25 minutes to write an entire essay? Woah that went by fast. Okay I can do this- wait! What's that formula again? Oh crap I filled in two bubbles on one line! English section- what the hell is chatoyancy again? Oh right. Blink.

"Okay! And time is up on your final section. Good job everybody! See you on Monday."

Kurt shook his head back and forth, trying to get back into real life. Finn had a look of horror on his face and hadn't gotten out of his seat yet. "Finn?"

"Dude."

He pulled his messenger bag onto his shoulder. "Come on, Finn, let's go home."

"Dude."

. . .

. . .

Kurt sat in his living room, staring at the envelopes on the coffee table. Blaine was on his way with his. The scores were here.

Kurt puttered around: cleaning the counters, staring at the envelope, organizing the refrigerator, staring at the envelope, fixing his hair, staring at the envelope.

Knock knock knock.

Kurt ran to the door and ripped it open. "Blaine! I'm so glad you're here."

Blaine smiled, but it was a nervous smile. "Okay. Let's do this thing."

They sat down next to each other. Kurt slipped his finger under the flap of the envelope and ripped it open quickly. His fingers trembled as he tried to unfold the paper.

"Hey! I did goo- woah. Kurt." Blaine grinned when he saw the numbers on his paper, and the smile grew when he saw Kurt's scores.

"I..." Kurt trailed off.

Blaine grabbed him and hugged him excitedly. "Kurt! Oh my god, Kurt! That's fabulous."

A slow smile started to show on Kurt's face. He launched himself at Blaine, throwing him onto the couch, and started kissing him. Blaine's arms came around him and they kissed passionately and frantically, this burden off of their shoulders.

Kurt pulled Blaine's shirt up and ran his fingers along those rippling abs, tracing the line of dark hair down to the button of Blaine's pants. He was acutely aware of the blunt fingernails dragging along his back, leaving red lines in their wake.

Blaine ducked around and kissed Kurt's neck. The last few weeks had been a little tense waiting for these scores to come in. The breathy little sounds coming out of Kurt made him think that things were going to be a little more relaxed now.

It was those breathy whining sounds that pushed Blaine over the edge. How could anybody resist that, really. He flipped them over, growling as he devoured Kurt with his smoldering eyes. "I-" he whispered fiercely "am dating the smartest, most beautiful boy in the entire world. I love you so much."

Their bodies came together, touching in as many places as possible. Blaine grabbed the belt loops on Kurt's jeans and dragged their groins together meaningfully. They both whimpered at the new sensation. The tightness of Kurt's pants became almost painful.

He thrust himself against Blaine, wanting to get that sensation again. It was there. He sought out Blaine's lips, enjoying the familiar sensation. They continued moving against each other, the previously important scores left forgotten on the floor.

With Blaine nibbling and sucking on his shoulder, and the way they were moving, Kurt was losing control. He cried out "Blaine! I- I'm going to-"

A wet, deep growl filled his consciousness "Let go. Come for me, Kurt." Heat pooled in his abdomen, and the floodgates were opened.

A breathy squeal and a low groan mingled- an ancient duet that echoed through the ages.

They collapsed on the couch, breathing heavily in the damp air. Dark curls pushed up under Kurt's chin, and they clung to each other. Slowly their breathing eased to a normal pattern. Soft laughter bubbled up through Kurt. "I didn't get to see what you got."

Blaine snuggled closer. "Does it matter?"

Kurt held him and smiled. "Not even a little bit."

A little time passed, but they knew that they couldn't get caught like this on the couch. Up in Kurt's room they changed their clothes. "I think I have some sweatpants that would fit you, if you want to borrow them."

Blaine smiled. "Good thing you like oversized sweatpants. You're so darned skinny!"

Kurt blushed. "I eat!"

"I know you do. Eat more!"

Kurt laughed playfully and swatted at him.

"Maybe-" Blaine hesitated.

"What?"

"Maybe I should.. leave some clothes here. In case this.. happens again?" He looked a little afraid, like he might be rebuffed or rejected.

"Oh. Yeah." Kurt smirked. "That's probably a good idea." Blaine looked relieved.

They heard the front door open and Burt yelled up the stairs. "Kurt! Did they come today? How'd you do? Is Blaine here? His car's in the driveway."

Kurt grinned, delighted to finally share his good news. "Yeah, Dad! We'll be right down." He threw the sweatpants at Blaine and grabbed some more pants of his own. He didn't watch Blaine change, though. He knew that he would jump Blaine if he caught a glimpse of his hot ass.

They ran down the stairs seconds later. "Dad! Dad! Look at these scores!" He grabbed the paper off the floor and presented it to him.

"Writing- ten out of a possible.."

"Twelve."

"Verbal- Seven Twenty out of.."

"Eight hundred!" Kurt was bouncing on his feet excitedly. Blaine had to hide his smile behind his hand.

Burt's eyebrows shot up. "Is math also out of eight hundred?"

"YES!"

"You got a perfect score on the math section."

"YES!"

Burt's eyes filled with pride and he pulled Kurt into a rare hug. "Kurt I am so proud of you. You are so smart. Your mother would have been so proud of you. You got all of that from her, you know." And he did look just as proud as he had when Kurt kicked the winning point in that football game.

"Mr. Hummel, you always say that Kurt's best qualities come from his mother, and I don't doubt that she was all of those things. But sometimes I think that maybe he got some of them from you too."

Kurt smiled, tears running down his face. Burt looked closely at Blaine, thinking again that Kurt had chosen well. "How did you do?"

"I did well, but not as well as Kurt. Twelve on writing, seven seventy in verbal, and six seventy in math."

"That's still good, right?"

"Yes, sir."

Burt smiled. "I think this merits eating out tonight. Breadstix anybody?"

"YESSSS!" They yelled in unison.

Carole came into the door, Finn following behind her. They were just getting back from his dentist appointment.

"Carole! Kurt is a genius!" Burt yelled happily.

Carole laughed. "I know. Why is he a genius today?"

"His SAT scores came in." Burt hugged Kurt close, and clapped Blaine on the back, proudly. "Blaine did good too." Blaine looked down, tears stinging behind his eyes. It was the nicest thing that a parent had ever said about him.

Burt moved away to grab Finn's unopened envelope. Kurt inched over to his boyfriend and twined their fingers together. He knew how much it meant for him to hear that from Kurt's dad.

Finn hadn't done as well as they had, but still better than he'd done on any practice test so the whole thing was deemed a success.