Disclaimer: Not mine
Scandal
"I LOVE this place."
Kurt smiled indulgently, pulling his inebriated boyfriend to the parking lot.
"No, really, We should live here, and just, make art and help people."
"Honey, you can help me by putting one foot in front of the other."
Blaine snorted and did as he was told, attempting to walk as soberly as he could.
Kurt opened the door to the backseat of his baby, then pushed Blaine in. Before he could get him fully into the car Blaine sat up, a sneaky smile on his face.
"Hey Kurt?" He asked.
"Hmm?"
"Come 'ere" Blaine said with a silly grin.
Kurt sighed, fighting a smile at his boyfriend's silliness, as he climbed into the backseat.
"ILoveyou, you- you know that right? I- I LOVE you so much." Blaine said, hands caressing Kurt's face.
Kurt laughed placing his hands around Blaine's neck.
"Yes, I love you too, sweetie, but your breath is practically toxic."
Blaine pulled Kurt in for a kiss, to which he responded to for a few seconds. Then he pulled away, flushed, and made to get out of the backseat.
"No! Wh-where are you going?" Blaine said, pulling Kurt back in, holding him against himself.
"Blaine, We're in the parking lot of the only Gay bar in Ohio. I'm going to take us home." He replied, blushing at the close proximity.
"But I love you, and you love me. We're young, we're in love, We should just... do it." Blaine said, arms winding around Kurt's torso.
"Blaine I-"
"No! I know you want our first time to be romantic, with the rose petals, candle and dimmed lights. But we can do those things later! Let's just do it now, here. Down and dirty." Blaine continued, cutting Kurt off.
"Blaine I real-" Kurt was stopped by Blaine's lips against his.
Blaine had his right hand behind Kurt's head, holding his head in place as they kissed and his left hand traveling downwards.
"Blaine!" Kurt gasped, pulling his head away when Blaine's left hand had squeezed his ass.
"You taste soo good, babe." Blaine moaned, kissing, licking and biting at Kurt's neck.
"Blaine, stop." Kurt said, trying to sit up, but Blaine's right hand was wrapped around his waist, keeping him down.
Kurt gasped in shock as Blaine moaned when Kurt's struggles made him thrust against Blaine's hard-on. Blaine started to grind against Kurt shamelessly, as Kurt continued to push away, failing to do so because of Blaine's strength.
"Stop!" Kurt sobbed, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.
Blaine woke up in his bed, head pounding, his chest hurting as he sat up.
Looking down he saw his chest covered in bruises.
"What the hell?" He mumbled, his throat was painfully dry and scratchy.
He sat up, trying to remember what had happened the night before. The farthest he could remember was grinding up against Sebastian while Kurt was at the bar.
"Shit." Blaine cursed, realizing how much of an ass he had been.
He looked around for his phone to call Kurt, stopping his search when he noticed a note on his bedside table.
Blaine,
Your friend Kurt dropped you off at 4 am.
Don't think we don't know what happened.You reeked of Booze and Cigarettes, and probably still do.
Your poor friend was staggering under your weight when he practically carried you to your bed.
There will be punishments, we'll talk about it later.
Your father received an urgent call from the New York Branch and we had to go for the mean time.
You are in big trouble, just be thankful Kurt bothered to take you home yesterday, Poor boy looked ready to drop.
Sincerely, your Mother.
"Fuuuuck." Blaine groaned quietly, his head pounding.
My Friend, huh? Still in denial Mom? Blaine thought bitterly.
He found his phone underneath his pillow and quickly dialed Kurt's number.
It was busy. He sent a text telling him to pick up his calls but after half an hour of trying Blaine gave up and decided to clean himself up, after getting some Advils, that is.
An hour later, after showering, mouthwash, and brushing his teeth he tried calling Kurt again. Once again he was ignored, Blaine was starting to think that Kurt was avoiding him. Blaine tried calling Finn.
"What's up?" Finn's voice answered.
"Hey Finn, is Kurt there?"
"Yeah about that, Dude what the hell did you guys do yesterday?"
"What?" Blaine asked, dread filling his gut.
"Kurt came back, like, five in the morning, his face red, and he was swaying on his feet. When I asked what happened he gave me his bitch face and asked me why I would even care. What the fuck did you do man? If you hurt him I swear Man I will hunt you down and... and.. Dude you don't even wanna know what I'd do to you."
"Ummm, yeah okay. Tell Kurt I called okay?" Blaine answered, ignoring Finn's reply and hung up on him.
What the hell happened yesterday? Blaine thought.
He looked around his room, spotting his discarded coat from yesterday on the floor.
He shook his coat off, and let it drop near Kurt's legs.
Kurt was pinned underneath him, tears rolling down his beautiful pale cheeks.
"Blaine, please, stop!" He whispered hoarsely, pushing against Blaine's chest weakly.
"I Love you so mush Babe." His breathe was shaky in excitement.
"Blaine, no!" Kurt cried, as he forced their lips together.
"Oh God, What have I done?" Blaine whispered to himself, as snippets of the previous night came back to him.
His phone rang with a message.
It was from Kurt.
We need to talk.
He fell to his knees.
A/N: This is just a random story idea that came to me, I have been suffering writer's block and this is my cure. If you think I should continue it then review and tell me.