Kurt Hummel was positively fuming right now. He was sure he was literally seeing red.
It all started on a peaceful Tuesday morning. His iPod was plugged in his ears and he was humming softly to "Walking On Sunshine" when he felt someone push him hard against his back and he fell face down , cracking his nose in the process. He made a cry like a strangled animal and turned to face upward with great difficulty to see his course , it was Azimo.
"Hey , fairy. Where's your vag-" , he had just started to say when a black blur knocked Azimo towards the lockers. He shouted and collided against the lockers blacked the kids around him froze and looked at the boy who had pushed Azimo.
Of course , resident BadBoy , Blaine Devon Anderson. "Stay away from Kurt" , he growled menacingly and walked away like a diva's jaw fell open and Rachel helped him up while staring at Blaine with wide open eyes."He totally likes you!" , she squealed and and Kurt growled , grabbing his red backpack from the floor. He was going to have a word with Blaine.
Kurt finally found Blaine at lunch. Mercedes has , reluctantly , told him that Blaine smoked under the bleachers ran over there quickly , ignoring the curious looked he was getting from students. "Hey!" , Kurt shouted to the small figure clad in leather jacket. He moved a little closer to find it was indeed Blaine.
He was indeed where Mercedes has put him."HEY!" , Kurt shouted again and Blaine looked at him with hazel eyes."You gonna thank me?" , he said , smirking as a an angry Kurt moved closer.
"I DON'T NEED YOU TO FIGHT MY BATTLES , ANDERSON" , he said almost invading Blaine's personal space. Blaine huffed , looking offended. "This is the thanks I get?" , he said moving closer to Kurt and Kurt's head was spinning right now. Blaine's cologne was like a nuclear reactor to his atom , if you'll ignore the cheesy comparison."I deserve a better thanks , don't I?" , Blaine said putting his hands on Kurt's shoulders and Kurt shuddered at the contact.
He slowly moved his hands until they rested on Kurt's lower drew in a short , quick breathe before his hands came to rest on Blaine's leather jacket.
"Ah , fuck it!"
They moved closer and kissed. And it was the kiss of a tasted vaguely of cigarette smoke and cinnamon , while Kurt tasted like mint and kiss had a beautiful intimacy to it. It was really soft and pleasant at first but then. Then came the good soon turned into a battleground.
It was a battle of tongue and teeth a battle for dominance , if you were fighting for control and Kurt had never felt more moaned softly as his hands reached down to cup Kurt's ass as Kurt entangled his hands in Blaine's put his hands on Kurt's thighs and lifted him up until Blaine back was against the wall and Kurt's legs were tangled around his torso.
Blaine practically lifted all of Kurt and the idea totally turned him on. Blaine's hands were fumbling with Kurt's belt when they heard a voice."Um.." a small voice said behind them and they both turned around to find a guy dressed in a red scarf. He looked flushed and coughed awkwardly as Kurt quickly jumped down from Blaine.
He looked positively mortified while Blaine looked blissfully happy."I'm Connor. Mercedes sent me t- to get you" , he said and suddenly ran away as Kurt snatched his tie from him that had somehow been removed and was in Blaine's hand."I hate you" , he said curtly and Blaine blew him a small kiss and laughed.
"I hate you , I HATE YOU!" , Kurt said running away from the bleachers , his clothing and hair rumpled while people looked at him which shock.
This day was friggin fantastic.