Another bout of silence fell upon them. They took time to re-situate their clothing (Kurt made an annoying point to groaned about the state of his shirt. "This was Alexander McQueen. Now there's come stains all over it."), and attempt to repair their demolished hair ("There's no way it will ever be the same again. Fuck you, Blaine Anderson. I'll be having a bad hair day for the rest of my life.").

When all was cleaned up, and mostly decent, Blaine took the time to gloat.

"I fucking told you, didn't I? And I was right. I'm always right. You've wanted me from the beginning."

Kurt's bitch glare was quickly back in place, "No, I did not. I thought you were a douchebag from the start. And I was completely right. The fact that you were monumentally attractive is beside the point."

Blaine's wicked smile broadened. "You think I'm monumentally attractive?" He leaned into Kurt, face inches from his.

Kurt played an air of nonchalance. "Yes. There's no use arguing with fact. But, you know, it's perfectly possible to find someone attractive and not be attracted to them."

"Oh," Blaine began, placing a kiss to the base of Kurt's neck. "So," he kissed further up his neck, punctuating each of his pauses with a kiss up his neck and jaw, "You" kiss. "aren't" kiss. "attracted" kiss. "to" kiss. "me?" He placed a final kiss right below Kurt's ear, earning him a gasp from the taller boy. He'd have to log that spot away for later.

"You're making this difficult to explain," Kurt choked out breathily.

Blaine then took Kurt's face in his hands and peered into his eyes, "Then don't."

He pressed Kurt's bruised lips against his softly, with all the gentleness that they hadn't yet experienced.

"You know, I don't really think you're a 'bad boy'" Kurt revealed after they had broken their kiss.

Blaine raised an eyebrow quizzically, "Oh really?"

Kurt shook his head, "No, I don't. I think you just have so much desire to attain the things that you want, that you can't think of any other sure fire way to get them than acting like a jackass."

Blaine nodded contemplatively for a moment.

Then shook his head, and replied earnestly, "Nope, I'm just a jackass by nature."

Kurt gave a small laugh, and cupped Blaine's face in his hand.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"I could think of several extremely kinky things you could do to me right now."

Kurt rolled his eyes, laughing again, and leaned his forehead against Blaine's before pulling back, staring into his eyes.

Right then, the bell signaling the end of lunch sounded. Kurt sighed, pulling himself up off the floor. He was obstructed by a hand pulling his arm back down.

Kurt tugged his arm out of the tight grasp. "Blaine, I have to go to class." The shorter boy frowned.

"You do not. Ditch with me." Kurt rolled his eyes again.

"I am not going to ditch with you. I hold my perfect attendance record with pride, thank you."

Blaine groaned, frustrated. "I had to fall for the goody two shoes."

Kurt cackled, "I just had sex with you in a classroom while school was still in session. Somehow I don't classify that as 'goody two shoes.'"

"Just another day in the life of Blaine Bad Ass Anderson." Blaine replied nonchalantly. Kurt snorted.

"Besides, I have to stop by my locker and change my shirt. There's no way I'm walking around as a walking advertisement for having sex in schools." Kurt gestured to the drying stains on his shirt. Blaine smiled and thrust himself off the ground, snatching his leather jacket off one of the few sparse chairs in the room. He held it out, ready for Kurt to slide his arms through.

Kurt's eyes widened in surprise. "Blaine Anderson, are you giving me your prized leather jacket?" He asked incredulously.

Blaine shrugged. "It's a bit big on me anyway." Kurt's smile was a mile wide as Blaine helped his arms into the jacket. Blaine then spun Kurt around to face him, admiring the new look. He eyed him up and down.

"Sexy as hell. Yeah, you can definitely keep that." Blaine pulled Kurt forward into a hungry kiss before Kurt pushed him away.

"Class." He reminded him. Kurt turned to go, but Blaine spoke up again.

"What are you doing after school?"

Kurt turned to smirk at him. "I'm not slashing any tires or breaking any windows."

Blaine laughed airily, "I was thinking more along the lines of dinner."

Kurt mulled over this for a minute. "Deal."

Blaine's face brightened at the acceptance.

Kurt was almost out the door when he spun back around to the other boy again.

"Look, Blaine, if we're really going to do this- this "together" thing—" Blaine's eyebrows shot up, "we need to get one thing straight."

Blaine hesitated. "O..kay? Shoot."

Kurt replied gravely, "Ditch the smoking."

Blaine couldn't hold back his laugh.

"Challenge Accepted."