Disclaimer: I only wish I owned Glee.

The Klaine ship kidnapped me, forced me on board and demanded I stay. The whole time I kept trying to tell them I was a willing participant. To prove it, here is this fanfiction.


He flung an arm over his eyes, to shield them from the sunlight forcing its way through the closed blinds. It lit up the room in a dull glow. It was Monday morning and he was awake before his alarm. He suppressed a groan and rolled onto his side, desperate to get in another few minutes of sleep at least.

There was movement in the bed next to him. The figure shifted and rolled over, until an arm was snaking its way around his waist, the figure pulling themselves up against him.

"I know you're awake." The voice was husky, coated with sleep.

A kiss was placed gently on his shoulder.

"I don't want to be." He pried his eyes open and reached for his phone on the bedside table. 7:04, exactly twenty-six minutes before he actually had to get up.

The hand against his stomach was slowly tracing random patterns. "Maybe I can make it worth it." This time, the voice was intentionally sultry.

Blaine brought his hand up and still the one against him. "No."

There was a sigh and the figure moved away from him, to the other side of the bed. Now, no longer able to deny that he was actually awake he forced himself to sit up. He looked at the figure next to him, their back turned, and now buried under the covers, only dark hair, and a glimpse of a caramel skinned shoulder could be seen. He couldn't quite recall when, or how, it had all started, but he disgusted himself if he thought about it too much. So he just didn't think about it. He went through the motions day by day, not letting his thoughts dwell on this and instead put everything into work.

Work which… he had to go to today.

He pulled himself out of bed and headed to the closest, rummaging around for something to wear. He missed the days of a school uniform. He didn't have to worry if his tie was matching his shirt properly, or if he was wearing the right sort of jacket (the fact that he worried at all was proof that sometimes, when a person wears off on you it just sticks, even if you'd rather it didn't).

"Blaine."

He turned. The figure in his bed sat up, clutching the covers to their chest.

"What?" He did his best to hide the irritation in his voice.

"When are you going to admit this is official?"

"That what is official?"

"Our relationship. I've only been home once this week, and that was to pick up extra clothes."

He could feel every muscle in his body tense at the mere idea of what was being suggested. "This isn't a relationship."

"Then what is it?"

"A distraction."

He didn't give the girl, Melinda, another look before slamming the bathroom door behind him.


A/N: Ok,

1. Don't kill me!

2. Chillax this is 100 percent absolutely definitely a Klaine fic.

3. No, Blaine's not bi (definitely not; read the next chapter once I put it up). Things will be explained further down the track. Kind of. Sort of. I don't know. Melinda kind of forced her way into this fic. Don't hate on her though, she turns out to be pretty cool. I know that much.

4. If you're intrigued, you should alert this and leave a review telling me why you alerted this fic.