Hitting Harder

Warning: This, I would prefer this story to be rated MA, just to let you all know. It's going to be pretty violent, have plenty of sexual content/sexual situations, lots of swearing, and maybe drug references, though neither half of Klaine smokes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did, the two would actually have sat next to each other during class. (I refuse to let this go)

Note: To all those who have never read one of my fics, I hope you like dark, possessive love because generally, that's what ends up happening, and we all know how jealous these two get, so obviously, there's probably gonna be a few broken noses on Blaine's part and a few ruined lives courtesy of Kurt.

Gives you hell

"And Blaine Anderson emerges victorious in the Boxing's Middle-weight world championship once again, making this his fourth consecutive win..."

"Kurt Hummel was spotted wearing a teaser of his new collection outside of Star bucks this afternoon..."

"News Alert! Adam Crawford was just spotted outside a hotel with an anonymous male. The Paparazzi have released pictures of the two men kissing and saying their goodbyes before Crawford was seen stepping into his car."

"Sources confirmed Blaine Anderson's home being flooded due to damaged pipe-lines, reporters say he will be moving into the same apartment building as fashion icon and model designer Kurt Hummel."

"Kurt Hummel, do you have any words on how you are handling the situation."

"Mr. Anderson, do you have any comments on your feelings of sharing a home with someone who has expressed his fervent objections towards all violent sports, especially those combat related."

"Mr. Hummel, how do you feel living in the same building as someone who clearly shares apposing views to you so soon after your recent break up, especially after last month's interview where you blatantly stated your dislike for people like Mr. Anderson."

"Sorry but I don't have time for you today."-Kurt

"No comment."-Blaine

The two celebrities stood in silence, refusing to make eye-contact with each other. Kurt's eyes wondered over the few suitcases being taken up to the 25th floor with distaste, before subtly glancing over to the curly haired male standing in the foyer. It was bad timing really, a cruel trick of fate done just to spite him for whatever he had done wrong in his life. The two men waited for the elevator, one calm, with his arms crossed and the other impatient, with a palm propped sassily on his popped hip, left hand clenched firmly at his side.

They were standing at separate ends of the string of elevators facing different sides, refusing to acknowledge the other male. The elevator finally dinged on Blaine's side, but closer to Kurt. Both men made a beeline for the open doors, but Blaine was faster. Before stepping in, the brown eyed 24 year old sighed, stopping and gesturing for Kurt to go in first. Raising a brow, Kurt stepped into the elevator, pondering what the his counter was playing at. Blaine stepped in behind him before Kurt could possibly hope to close the doors. Once again silence reigned as they pushed their separate buttons, making sure to look anywhere but themselves as they moved up the floors. Only problem with that was the mirrors. Mirrors everywhere. No matter where Kurt turned, he caught sight of the fighter's piercing gaze.

It finally went to Blaine's floor, breaking the tension, and the male stepped out, not sparing Kurt so much as a glance before walking to his room. Not that Kurt minded. No, the less interaction with the boxer the better. When the doors shut, Kurt breathed a quick sigh of relief and traveled up to the next floor.

...

Maybe he was just being over-sensitive, but the soft thudding he could feel every-time he went to his living room was starting to grate on his nerves. Pursing his lips, Kurt strode to the elevator and took the short trip down to the floor below him. He strode to room 206 and rang the door bell, his fingers tapping against his crossed arms as he waited for an answer. Soon the door was wrenched open. Soft, panting breaths escaping Blaine as his eyes traveled from the suede Hummel couture boots up the long, skinny jean clad legs to the diva popped hip and up the skin-tight covered crossed arms, to a slackened jaw and wide eyes.

Kurt froze, the scowl on his face dropping to one of utter shock as his mouth dried. He would have made a snappy comment about Blaine checking him out, (just the thought that the man was gay was hilarious) but he couldn't really think at the moment. Blaine stood, one, very nicely muscled arm draped across the door, naked from the waist up, wearing only a pair of loose, hanging track pants that had clearly just been pulled on, dripping in sweat and hair soaked and draping over darkened mahogany orbs. The man had a fucking eight pack. "Oh sweet baby Jesus." he gasped out before he could stop himself.

Blaine raised an amused brow, tilting his head slightly as his breath evened out. "So that's what you sound like in real life." he smiled softly.

Kurt blinked. That brought him back to earth quicker than you could say time to meet Gaga. "Excuse me?" Now Blaine didn't mean anything by the simple remark... but Kurt was quite sensitive about his voice. And Blaine wasn't known to be the most tactful of people. Needless to say, the male was now wide eyed and staring at Kurt as the fashionista ripped into him. "Do you have a problem with my voice? Just because it's different doesn't give you any right to criticize hobbit."

"Wha-" Blaine spluttered.

"Oh I'm sorry Medusa, couldn't you hear me over the noise of whatever species is crawling in that jungle you call hair?" Kurt spat out, fists balled at his sides. Honestly, a train could have run on the amount steam he was releasing. "Is it the fact that I'm gay? Is that it!? Because I swear Anderson, if you are that narrow-minded-"

"Mr Hummel-" Blaine tried, but was ignored.

"-I will sue you for every dime you own! You need to get over yourself-"

"Mr Hummel-" Blaine's efforts were again thwarted.

"-people are different, times are changing. Get into modern civilization you bigoted, un-civilised, disrespectful-"

"Kurt I'm gay!" Blaine finally growled out, standing straighter, not letting himself be insulted further by ignorance.

Kurt froze. "Wait what?"

"I'm. Gay. I like men. Publicized it since freshman year when I came out." Blaine explained slowly, crossing his arms over his chest and eying the once again gob-smacked model.

"Oh..." Kurt had no idea what else to say. "Wait... then why did you make fun of me?" he frowned, mirroring Blaine's position.

"Make fun of-Ohhhh. No I wasn't making fun of you-" at Kurt's scoff Blaine continued. "Seriously. I honestly didn't know what you sounded like except on tv, cause we never actually talk cause of..." Blaine trailed off, pursing his lips as he recalled the interview.

"Huh... well then... I suppose I owe you an apology..." Kurt felt his cheeks flush as he realized how badly he had lashed out at the older male.

"It's... well I wouldn't say it's fine... but I guess I forgive you... uh... so why did you come here anyway?" Blaine was itching to get back to his punching bag, he needed to do a few more sets before he left for the party.

"Right. I just wanted to know what all the banging was about, it's kinda annoying." he pointed out, clearly discarding any feelings of regret for the ravenette in favor of his bitch shield.

"Oh, that was just me working out. Sorry but I can't help it, the gym has already been set up and I need to keep in shape. Kick boxing coming up." Blaine gestured at his body, much to Kurt's chagrin. The designer had tried with no avail to keep his eyes at face level and thoughts as clean as possible, and for Blaine to display himself like that was just not fair.

'You'd think I'd be used to all the skin by now.' Kurt mused, trailing his eyes over the outline of each muscle. 'Man-scaping, nice.' Kurt most definitely approved of the wash board abs. 'Must be the rugged look he's sporting, we don't get many males who appeal to that market at HQ.' Kurt hummed softly, not talking his eyes off the dark nipples tightened by cold sweat. The feeling of pulsing within his equally as tight briefs finally snapped Kurt out of his trance and back into motion. "Yes, I understand your... occupation-" the word was like a bad taste in his mouth. "-means you need to keep a good physique but, can't you do it... somewhere else?"

"I'm sorry but no. If you have a problem take it up with management." Blaine was getting kinda sick of the designer's attitude. "Now I'm going to return to practice." With that Blaine closed the door in Kurt's face, locking it and stalking to his gym.

Kurt stood there gaping at the wood, blinking in disbelief. 'That did not just happen.'

Well there you have it, the first chapter is over~! Let me know what you think, maybe things you might like to see happen, or maybe I screwed up grammar/spelling wise; all comments and concerns are welcome. Hope this is what you're looking for, or never knew you wanted.