Blaine jumps a little at the voice speaking up close behind him,
covers his thundering heart with one hand.
“Kurt,” he says, steadying himself against the row of lockers,
turning his head to look at his boyfriend. “You scared me!”
“Sorry,” Kurt says, not sounding sorry at all, slumping
sideways against the locker next to Blaine’s, a wide smile on his
face as he leans in a little, pierced eyebrow raised suggestively.
“How can I make it up to you?”
“Uh,” Blaine says eloquently, shutting his locker door, eyes
flitting up and down the crowded hallway. “I – um.”