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“My brain is fried,” Blaine moans, laying his head down on his textbook. They’re in Kurt’s house, side-by-side doing homework at the kitchen table and Blaine needs to take a step back. “Midterms is going to kill me.”
“You’re telling me you could keep up with Dalton curriculum but suddenly exams at a sub-par public school is going to kill you?” Kurt raises an eyebrow, puts his pencil down and rests his chin in the palm of his hand.
“I didn’t have a super hot boyfriend for a majority of the time I was at Dalton,” Blaine retorts, his eyes catching the light when his lips pull into a flirty smile.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Anderson,” Kurt leans forward and Blaine meets him halfway, kissing him slow and relaxed.
Blaine’s decided long before him and Kurt started dating that Kurt was his favorite distraction. He’s a force to be reckoned with, a series of smiles and cunning wit on two legs, and he fascinates Blaine to no end. Even just watching him do the most mundane activities -- reading, watching television, texting away on his phone -- is the biggest distraction for Blaine.
Since that first kiss, though, Kurt’s become even more of a distraction. In the best way possible, of course. Blaine just wants to kiss him all the time, wants to kiss him until his lips are pink and sore and until he’s blue in the face. Movies are suddenly uninteresting and homework is even more boring and nothing is as fascinating as Kurt’s lips or Kurt’s hands on him.
“I love you so much,” Blaine murmurs in between kisses, “God, you distract me to no end.”
“I’m starting to think my presence is a bad influence on you,” Kurt says, smirking before kissing Blaine again.
“No, no, never,” Blaine’s voice is breathy and he scoots his chair closer to Kurt and is halfway on his lap, halfway still on his own seat. “You’re good, Kurt, you’re so good--”
“Upstairs, let’s go upstairs--” Kurt’s pushing out his chair and is about to stand up with his lips still on Blaine’s, but then he hears someone behind them clear their throat.
The couple pause, a few centimeters away from each other and they stare at each other.
“Please tell me that’s Finn,” Blaine whispers and Kurt cringes, turning to face the person -- his dad -- who’s standing behind them, arms crossed and an eyebrow cocked.
“Sorry, bud,” Burt says, and Blaine turns around to face Burt. “You two get a lot of studying done?”
“Yeah, we were just heading up to my room to get my algebra textbook,” Kurt’s face is the image of pure innocence and Blaine is shocked there’s no halo above his head.
Burt hums, “isn’t that it right there?” He nods toward the counter, and Kurt plays shocked.
“There it is!” Kurt exclaims, “thanks, dad!”
Burt smirks, letting out a noise of approval before going into the living room and turning the TV on, making his presence known.
Blaine lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I thought he was going to kill me!”
Kurt rolls his eyes playfully, “Stop being so dramatic. If anything, he would’ve killed me. I was the one who suggested the bedroom.” Kurt leans closer to Blaine again, his eyes flicking from his lips back up to meet Blaine’s.
Kurt kisses him once, twice.
“Kurt, your dad is in the other room--” Blaine says between quick kisses.
“He’s watching TV, he can’t see us, anyway,” Kurt kisses Blaine again, and then the television that Burt’s watching is being turned up to top volume.
“Blaine, are you staying for dinner!?” Burt yells over the television.
“Uh...sure! Thanks!” Blaine answers. “Let’s get back to studying.” Blaine kisses Kurt one last time before they turn back to their books.