My Missing Puzzle Piece
Kurt Hummel was sitting at his desk in homeroom when the door swung open, causing everyone to jump. A boy wearing a plain white t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket, and tight, ripped jeans that were stuffed inside scuffed combat boots walked in. Kurt nearly scoffed at the whole cliché of it all. I mean seriously? Combat boots are so out. His facial features, however, had Kurt mesmerized. The boy was a beautiful golden tan, with bushy, triangle shaped eyebrows that fit his face perfectly. His nose was small, and pretty adorable. His lips were pink and plump; just begging to be kissed. He had a slight stubble, that made him look slightly older, but not so much that it was weird. Kurt wasn't usually attracted to facial hair, especially since he didn't have any, but somehow, it made this boy look absolutely breathtaking. He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when the beautiful boy sat right behind him.
"Is there a reason you were staring at me?" The boy asked in a beautiful silky voice that sounded like sex. Kurt took note of the eyebrow ring that was pierced in the boy's arched eyebrow. He was smirking at Kurt, raking his eyes over his body. Kurt could feel himself blush.
"I-I… I wasn't, I… um…" Kurt stammered pathetically. The other boy chuckled at how easily he affected Kurt. Kurt kind of wanted to punch him for that…
"Don't worry, babe. I get it. I'm hot; it's no surprise you want me. The name's Blaine. How about you and me skip first period and take a little trip to the janitors' closet?" He winked, running something metal along his teeth. A tongue ring. He has a fucking tongue ring. Kurt was burning under his gaze.
"Sorry, but I'm not some cheap whore that you've clearly mistaken me for." Kurt snapped, turning his attention back to his teacher. He had almost forgotten about the obnoxious boy, until he felt something rubbing up and down his leg. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Kurt turned around slowly, opening his eyes only to see Blaine smiling oh-so-innocently at him.
"May I help you?" Blaine asked in an obviously fake cheerful voice. Kurt rolled his eyes and turned back to the board, his patience running low. One thing that was needed to be known about Kurt Hummel was that he had a very short temper, and Blaine was testing it. Suddenly he felt a warm, even breath at the back of his neck, causing him to shiver and snap his head around, knocking the side of his face into Blaine's nose.
"Fuck! Babe, that hurt!" Blaine shouted, rubbing his nose tenderly. Kurt on the other hand was attempting -and failing- to hide his giggles behind his hand. Blaine shot him a glare, which immediately shut him up. "Am I bleeding?" He asked, tilting his head up slightly. Kurt looked at his nose, only to see blood rushing out of it.
"Shit. Yeah, you are. Come on, I'll help you clean it up." Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him out of the classroom, ignoring all the stares and whispers.
Kurt pulled Blaine into the girls' bathroom on the second floor that no one actually used. Thankfully, the school supplied the bathrooms with chairs for some strange reason, so Kurt sat Blaine down in one of them, grabbed a bunch of tissues, and sat on Blaine's lap to clean off the blood. Blaine closed his eyes and hummed in contentment.
"You got some blood on your shirt." Kurt frowned. He knew how difficult is was to get blood out of a shirt from all his run-ins with Karofsky. Blaine opened his eyes to look at Kurt.
"It's alright, babe. I'll just clean it when I get home." He shrugged, closing his eyes again. Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine, who was clearly not as experience as he was when it came to anything related to clothing.
"One, stop calling me babe. You don't even know my name. And two, blood doesn't come out easily. Trust me, I'd know." He snapped half-heartedly. Blaine's eyes shot open and he furrowed his brow.
"Why would you know that blood doesn't come out easily?" Blaine asked, confused. Kurt sighed. He really didn't want to have to explain, especially not to Blaine.
"It's nothing, I just don't have a good track record with the football jocks…" Kurt nearly fell on the floor at how fast Blaine sat up.
"What the fuck do they do to you, babe?" Blaine asked angrily. Kurt hesitated. Why does Blaine care? He's been nothing but an asshole since he came into the classroom.
"Why do you care? Just pray you're lucky enough that they won't do the same to you." Blaine continued to stare at him. Kurt sighed dejectedly. "They… shove me into lockers, throw slushies at me, throw me in dumpsters, and…" He trailed off. He's already said too much. What if Blaine confronted them, and they only got worse. Well there was really no need to worry there, since Blaine probably wouldn't do that for him anyway.
"And what, babe?" Blaine asked softly. This was the nicest tone Kurt has ever heard come from his mouth. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He took a shaky breath. He's never told anyone this. Why should he tell Blaine?
"K-Karofsky… he k-kissed me…." Kurt stuttered, letting the tears fall. He heard Blaine's sharp intake of breath. He expected Blaine to laugh at him for something so simple. Something that probably shouldn't have bothered him as much as it did, but what he didn't expect was for Blaine to wrap his muscled arms around his waist, and pull him to his chest. He didn't know why, so if you asked, he wouldn't be able to explain, but he wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, and buried his face into his chest. He couldn't fight back the sobs. They were just flowing freely now. He felt Blaine press a kiss into his hair, while rubbing his back soothingly at the same time.
"Was he your first kiss?" He asked quietly. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm his breathing when he felt Kurt nod against his chest. "It's okay, baby. He'll never touch you ever again. I promise." He felt Kurt lift his face from his chest. He was nearly brought to tears at how broken Kurt looked. His eyes were red and his porcelain face was pink and splotchy.
"How can you p-promise that? You don't know what he's c-capable of Blaine. He threatened to kill if I told anyone, and now he's going to f-find out that I told you and murder me. I don't know how he'll to it, but he will do it Blaine. He's c-crazy." Kurt sobbed. Blaine couldn't believe his ears. This bastard threatened to kill him? How could anyone want to kill something so precious? He's perfect. I don't even know this guys name yet, and I already know how fucking perfect he is! Blaine thought to himself. Instead of replying, Blaine just pulled Kurt closer to him, loving how perfectly Kurt fit into him. It was like they were two puzzle pieces, just waiting to be put together. He could feel Kurt mumble something in his chest.
"What'd you say, babe?" Blaine asked quietly.
"Kurt. My name is Kurt." He sniffled. Blaine smiled softly and pulled Kurt closer to him.