Kurt was in the middle of a conversation with Mercedes when it happened.
"No, no, I'm not saying anything like that," Kurt tried to defend his point. "I just mean, you would look so pretty in it. It would accentuate all your good features! Unlike... That." Kurt motioned to Mercedes's current outfit. Mercedes rolled her eyes, making an annoyed noise in her throat as she crossed her arms over her chest. She was wearing a ridiculously baggy shirt that made her body look boxy. Kurt knew she was a curvaceous, beautiful diva, and she deserved to dress like one. Ugh, if only she could have Beyonce's dressers.
"I just don't feel good today," Mercedes said, her voice sounding a little nasal. Kurt just couldn't wrap his head around the idea of not dressing your best. Especially if you have a cold. That's just all the more reason to look nice, isn't it?
"That's no excuse," Kurt proclaimed, crossing his legs. He hated the chairs at school. They were uncomfortable and stiff. At least he was in Glee Club, and he could actually get up and walk around a little if he wanted to. But, that would mean having to walk between Tina and Mike, who were glued at the lips taking up a whole aisle. Not a really appealing idea. He would just have to wait for Mr. Schuester to notice and request they separate. Mercedes rolled her eyes again, preparing to make a snappy remark when the door banged open loudly, knocking against the wall.
Everyone in the room jumped slightly, Mike yelping as Tina bit down on his bottom lip in surprise. A few papers went flying from Mr. Schuester's desk, his arms flailing in shock. Rachel stood in the entrance of the classroom, her arms holding either side of the doorway, panting heavily. Santana raised an eyebrow, faintly wondering if Rachel was going to quit again. She was pretty sure Rachel had already quit earlier today, though. She had stormed off yelling she would never come back, even if they tortured her. But, then again, all her quitting threats kind of ran together. They had all stopped listening awhile ago.
"Oh, hi Rachel," Mr. Schue said once he had regained his composure. "Thank you, Brittany," he said, accepting the papers Brittany had ran up and collected off the floor for him.
"It's best to pick these types of things up quick, before the Dwarves take them back to their lair." Mr. Schue nodded, hardly even listening to what she said.
"Of course," he agreed without thought, and she gave him a small smile, turning to run back off towards her seat next to Santana. He turned back to Rachel, who stilled looked to be in great distress. "You're not late, Rachel. The bell hasn't rung yet," as if on cue, the bell sounded loudly, signalling the start of the period. He smiled. "See, right on time."
"You guys, you guys aren't going to believe this," she repeated, shaking her head. Her pretty brown hair flopped around as her head shook. "You're just.. You're just.. No.."
"Spit it out already," Santana said in annoyance, her patience with Rachel already running thin. Rachel glared at Santana.
"This is really big news. Life changing news, in fact," Santana sighed, rolling her eyes.
"What, did you get your first period or something?" Santana interrupted, earning a loud noise of annoyance from Rachel.
"Mr. Shue!" Rachel exclaimed, glaring at him. He jumped slightly, obviously not having been paying attention to her again.
"Yes?" He asked slowly, wondering if he could just tell her there was a new book about voice or a biography in on one of her favorite singers in the library. It would probably distract her from whatever was up her butt long enough for her to forget.
"Come out to the hallway right now! I need to tell you something very important!" Mr. Schue swallowed awkwardly, hoping Rachel hadn't reobtained that awkward crush for him she used to harbor.
"If you need tampons you can just go right to the office, it's no big deal," Mr. Schue said, trying to resolve the problem without having to be alone with her.
"That is not what I want to talk to you about!" She screamed, stomping a foot in frustration. Mr. Schue breathed deeply in and out before standing, really not wanting to have to be alone with her, but he didn't want her to make a giant scene. Again. He reluctantly walked out to the hallway with her, and she slammed the door shut behind them.
"What's her problem?" Sam asked Quinn, looking at the door. He normally didn't care much for whatever Rachel had to say, but she looked legitimately upset about something. Or maybe excited. It was kind of hard to tell with her, sometimes.
"Just don't worry about her," Quinn said, shaking her head. "It probably was just her period."
"Hey," Finn said in annoyance from a few rows down. "Don't talk about Rachel like that. It was too something important."
"Stop standing up for her! You always take her side!" Quinn said in frustration. Finn opened his mouth to say something back when Santana interrupted both of them.
"This is gonna get real nasty real quick if you two turn this into Quinn and Finn's bitchy sexually frustrated argument time," Santana yelled, throwing her hands up. "Just fuck and get it over with!" Quinn and Finn erupted into a roar of anger words, both defending their points. Santana didn't listen to either of them, pulling a nail file out of her bag and working on shaping her thumbnails.
"I leave for three minutes and this happens?" Mr. Schuester yelled, walking back into the room, Rachel right behind him. "Quinn! Finn! You two need to calm down right now!" Quinn looked from Finn to Mr. Schue, obviously wishing to continue her argument, but sat down with a huff.
"They're just angry 'cause it's true," Santana said, not looking up from her nails. Hmm, had she scheduled a tanning appointment for after school? She was pretty sure she forgot. Fuck. She'd just have to bully the bitch behind the counter, again. Hmm, maybe she could even get free tanning lotion again that way. Oh, and her hair. She would have to get it cut, now wouldn't she?
"Santana! Are you even listening?" Mr. Schue yelled, and she finally noticed he was speaking.
"Oh, sorry, no," Santana said in a bored voice, still only half listening. She twirled the end of her curly ponytail in her finger, checking for split ends. "I was busy thinking about my hair." Mr. Schue rolled his eyes, already too frustrated to deal with any of this.
"Alright, guys, listen. We did really good at Nationals, as you all know."
"Damn straight," Mercedes said, knuckle touching with Kurt. "Fifth place ain't bad at all."
"You're right, we really brought it home, and because of that, I have a surprise for you all." Rachel made an annoyed voice in her throat. If she hadn't been intercepting any mail for Mr. Schue regarding his position as Glee Club teacher, he probably wouldn't have known about this at all. "Have any of you ever heard of the International High School Show Choir Competition?"
"Isn't it the highest level they have?" Artie asked, remember hearing Tina mention it awhile ago when they were dating.
"You're right," Mr. Schue said, absolutely bouncing with excitement. "And do you know how you qualify for said competition?" He was now walking back in forth in front of his trusty whiteboard. He looked like he hardly even wanted to wait for one of his students to cough up an answer.
"Fifth place or higher in your home country's National Competition!" Rachel exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air for dramatic effect.
"Wait," Kurt said, slowly. "Does this mean," he began, letting his voice train off.
"WE CAN COMPETE!" Rachel screeched, jumping up and waving her hands in the air excitedly. "It's being held in FLORENCE! DO YOU ALL UNDERSTAND THIS?"
Kurt could continue to think back to what happened three months ago, but it was just so hard when Blaine was looking at him that way. Kurt laughed awkwardly, not having heard whatever it was Blaine had said to him. Blaine smiled at him, and he smiled back, the butterflies in his stomach only distracting him a little bit.
He had saw Blaine first quite awhile ago at Nationals. At first Kurt thought he was nothing more than a pretty face paired with a pretty voice.. and a pretty body. His second time seeing Blaine was when boarding the plane that flew the choirs across the Atlantic. He first met him, as in, an actual exchange of words was during their first layover, in New York.
It was almost odd, to be back there and with all the other choirs again. Maybe it shouldn't be as weird as he felt like it was, but, he just wasn't used to being in a good choir. The choirs all kept to themselves for the most part, occasionally friends who had switched to a different school exchanging a few polite words with their previous choir members.
Everything was pretty tense and competitive, nobody wanting to get too friendly with the competition. Especially when so much was on the line. This was what separated Blaine from the rest of the crowd in Kurt's eyes, originally. About an hour into their seven hour layover, Kurt kind of lost Mercedes. She had been the one he was hanging with most of the trip thus far, having sat next to her on the plane ride to New York. They weren't allowed to leave the airport, but it was really freaking huge. So, it wasn't so pathetic he had lost her.
"Mercedes?" Kurt asked out loud, looking through the crowd of people. They had decided to check out a small store inside the airport that had what looked like nice little accessories, a few cute things he could bring home to his dad and Carole. He had walked in with Mercedes, but when he turned around from looking at a rack of absolutely adorable belts, she was just... gone. He looked around the store a little bit more, but just couldn't find her anywhere. He was pretty sure she just ran off to the bathroom, but he didn't like the idea of being alone. When walking down the wide hallways of the airport, someone grabbed his forearm. "Merced- oh," Kurt said, spinning around.
"You look lost," Blaine said, still holding onto Kurt's arm. Kurt could almost feel the heat of Blaine's skin seeping through the thin material of his shirt.
"I am," Kurt answered softly, feeling a flush creep up his face. How embarrassing. A guy, a hot guy, he hardly even knew felt the need to rescue him like some sort of lost puppy. "I just don't know where my friend went," Kurt said quickly, hoping that explained some of his situation. At least made him seem less pathetic. For real, who got lost in an airport?
"Oh, right," Blaine said, nodding. "The girl you were sitting with on the plane?" Kurt swallowed dryly, feeling a very violent set of butterflies take up residence in his stomach. Had Blaine been looking at him on the plane? Kurt felt a little dizzy, noticing how nice Blaine's Dalton uniform fit. He internally shook himself, not wanting to make himself look like an idiot, drooling over another guy with absolutely no interest in him. The universe had obviously been conspiring against Kurt for some time now. With his luck, Blaine probably had a freaking photographic memory or something and just couldn't help remembering everything. Kurt was nothing special to him. "C'mon," Blaine said, taking his hand, and he melted.
Kurt felt like he could follow Blaine forever, and as pathetic as it may sound, he had never held anyone's hand before. Well, his parent's hands, when he was younger he was sure. But, not another guy's hand. Not like this. It was surprisingly nice, and Blaine's hand was so much rougher than his own. Immediately no fewer than eight products that would help Blaine's calluses came to mind, but Kurt swallowed them back.
His entire mind was focusing on Blaine's hand in his, any little movement of Blaine's fingers. Blaine led them to a small little Starbucks in the airport, with a decent-sized seating area. Blaine's hand didn't leave his the whole entire time. He had stupid little thoughts running around his head as they walked up to a round table. What if his hands were rough or greasy or sweaty or oh god. He was so embarrassed, but Blaine didn't seem to mind, so Kurt tried not to either.
Kurt let his hand slip from Blaine's as they sat down, reluctantly so. His skin slightly tingled where Blaine had touched. Kurt crossed his legs, then uncrossed them and recrossed them the other way, finding it more comfortable. He brushed some sugar off the table, and suddenly had nothing left to do but look up at Blaine.
"You're quiet," Blaine commented, and Kurt didn't know how to take it. He tried to smile, and gave a strained laugh.
"Not usually," Kurt said softly. "I've seen you sing, you're really good." Their eyes met and they shared a smile, and that was it. Kurt officially had a crush on this boy.
"Thank you," Blaine replied politely. "Your name is Kurt?" He asked, and Kurt nodded, blushing more, if that were possible.
"How did you know?" Kurt asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. Blaine let his eyes rest upon the soft, light features of Kurt's face.
"Don't the New Directions look into their competition?" Blaine asked, and Kurt smiled.
"Is that what this is all about then," Kurt joked, resting an arm on the table and holding his cheek in his hand. "Just looking into the competition? Did the Warblers kidnap Mercedes, too?"
"You catch on quick," Blaine said, mentally adding humor to this boy's good qualities. Yeah, he definitely liked him. He normally wasn't so bold with his flirting, but, hey. They were on their way to Florence. The strict rules behind Dalton's walls and his parent's expectations were thankfully behind him. Maybe him and this boy could have some fun.
Blaine had definitely noticed Kurt's nice body, first. Those jeans he had somehow squeezed himself into didn't leave anything to the imagination. And that face. And that hair that was just begging to be messed up. As they got to talking, though, he realized he might actually start to like this kid. He was funny and nice and maybe only a little awkward, but it was an adorable kind of awkward. Almost like boyfriend material. Blaine hadn't had a boyfriend yet, but if he had to pick one, he would want him to be something like Kurt.
This brought Kurt back to normal time. They had been sitting in the seating area for almost an hour now, going back and forth with something or another. Blaine's lips had moved, but he couldn't hear anything. Were they flirting? Is that what this was? Kurt settled for laughing a little awkwardly, and that seemed to cover for his lack of hearing.
"Do you think your friends are looking for you?" Kurt asked with a thought. Blaine looked confused for a moment before reaching to his pocket, fishing out his cell phone.
"Wow, is that the time?" Blaine asked, those adorable bushy eyebrows rising high on his forehead.
"It's been awhile, hasn't it?" Kurt replied, uncrossing and recrossing his legs awkwardly. He didn't want them to go their separate ways and that just be that. He legitimately liked Blaine. He didn't want for this to just be a one or two hour thing and then just nothing.
"You're right. I liked talking to you," Blaine said, and there wasn't a hint of shame in his voice.
"I liked talking to you, too," Kurt replied, preparing for Blaine to get up and leave.
"What's your number?" Blaine asked, opening the contacts screen on his phone. Kurt flushed, slightly shocked, but told Blaine his number. Kurt took out his phone and got Blaine's in exchange, secretly putting a little heart after Blaine's name. They stood and turned to leave and find members of their respective choirs. "You should stick with me, until we find your people. We wouldn't want you to get lost again," Kurt made an offended noise, rolling his eyes. He hit Blaine lightly on the arm, who grabbed his hand, and they fell into a stepping rhythm, silently walking hand-in-hand.
"Does this embarrass you?" Kurt asked, swinging their hands a little. It seemed so nice and natural to be touching Blaine, but he couldn't help but ask. Blaine looked over at him, then at their hands.
"No," Blaine answered honestly. Kurt felt a weird twang in his gut as they continued walking. "What's wrong?" Blaine asked, noticing the change in Kurt. He rubbed little circles on Kurt's hand, hoping to calm the boy.
"Why are you holding my hand?" Kurt asked, his eyebrows scrunched together. His heart thudded wildly against his chest as he waited for Blaine's answer.
"Because I like you," Blaine said. "Why, do you not like me?" Blaine let go of Kurt's hand, afraid he had made Kurt uncomfortable.
"No, no, I do," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's hand. "I just, well, I didn't realize you were gay too."
"I didn't think I could make it any more obvious," Blaine said, smiling. Kurt smiled, laughing awkwardly.
"I'm a little blind sometimes, sorry," Kurt said, flushing. Blaine continued to smile, their legs brushing together slightly as they walked.
"I think it's adorable," Blaine answered. Kurt couldn't stop this incredibly girlish giggle from erupting from his mouth. "Aww," Blaine said, holding Kurt's hand tighter. "Just a sec, come in here with me," Blaine said, pulling Kurt off to the side of the main walkway, down a skinny hallway without anyone waiting for their flight to leave.
"What're we doing?" Kurt asked as they passed a janitor's closet. Blaine looked around quickly to make sure nobody could see them.
"This," Blaine said, wrapping his arms around Kurt, pulling him in for a hug. A small oh escaped Kurt's mouth as Blaine's arms wound around his waist, and after the initial shock Kurt hugged the slightly shorter boy back. This was different. It was nice. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder, and just felt complete. Blaine looked up, and pressed a firm kiss on Kurt's cheek. Kurt knew it was coming, but it still surprised him.
He looked up, and met eyes with Blaine. Blaine was leaning in and then suddenly so was Kurt and Blaine's lips were just there. The next thing he knew Blaine's lips were on his and it was so warm and the warmth spread all the way down to the pit of his stomach. Blaine's lips started moving and Kurt was so scared because he had never kissed anyone before and was he even doing this right? Blaine didn't seem to react poorly as Kurt tried to mimick his actions. Instead Blaine smiled against his lips, pulling him even closer.
Their lips continued to move against each others as they found a nice rhythm. Blaine's hands moved from the safe area of Kurt's back slightly lower, gently cupping his round ass. Kurt groaned, the feeling of Blaine's hands gently grabbing his ass by far being the most intimate thing he had ever experienced. Blaine pulled away from Kurt's lips, panting slightly.
"Is this okay?" Blaine asked, giving Kurt's ass a small squeeze. Kurt nodded, his hair slightly disheveled, his lips red and glistening lightly. Blaine shook his head slightly at the sight. "You look so hot like this," Blaine stated before backing Kurt against the nearest wall, next to a bulletin board. Kurt shivered as his back hit the wall, Blaine sealing up against his body, fitting perfectly. Sure, they were going a little bit fast but hell if Kurt cared. He had been so so so lonely. It was horrible to be the only out gay guy at his whole school.
Kurt felt Blaine lick at his bottom lip, and it was a weird sensation. Kurt understood what Blaine wanted, and parted his lips slowly. He felt Blaine's tongue slip into his mouth, and it was so weird. To have a part of another person inside his body like that. Blaine's tongue licked at his teeth, searching around and just exploring Kurt's mouth. The feeling made Kurt's knees shake, combined with Blaine's hands grabbing increasingly roughly at his ass. He let out a low whimper as Blaine grabbed at his ass roughly, their tongues swirling together.
Blood was pumping down south at an alarming rate, and if Kurt had been clearer of mind he might have cared. Blaine pulled him closer, their chests rubbing together. He was pretty sure Blaine could feel his erection through his skin tight jeans, but was relieved to feel Blaine had one, too. Blaine involuntarily thrust forward, rubbing his erection against Kurt's. Kurt whined loudly, digging his nails into Blaine's back. Oh god, his heart was pumping in his ears and this trip was ending up to be so much better than he could have ever expected it to be.
He rolled his hips forward, earning him an unexpected gasp from Blaine. Blaine's hands dug into his ass, pulling him forward as he roughly rubbed their clothed erections together. The friction was surrounding his trapped cock in a bath of heat, and he felt like he could thrust into it until he came his fucking brains out but he couldn't do this right here he had to make them stop.
"Blaine, Blaine, nono-no," Kurt repeated, wanted to back up but he couldn't with the wall behind him and Blaine all around him. At first, Blaine thought Kurt was just moaning his name, but once he heard the word 'no' he jumped back like he got stung. He took a few harsh breaths, trying to calm his nerves.
"Oh god I am so sorry Kurt I didn't mean to," Blaine said. He wanted to hug Kurt and say 'I'm sorry' but he figured touching Kurt wouldn't be the best idea right now.
"No, no it's nothing like that," Kurt said, breathing heavily. "I can't come in these jeans, there's no way. We need to get them off." Blaine stared at Kurt for a second in disbelief before slamming him against the wall roughly, attaching his lips to Kurt's neck with a growl.
"That is the hottest," Blaine said against Kurt's neck. "Fucking," he bit and licked up to Kurt's jaw. "Thing I have ever heard," Blaine worked out between kisses and small bites. Kurt made a strangled groaning sound, his knees shaking as he clung to Blaine for all he was worth.
They stumbled, trying to make their way to the hopefully deserted bathroom down the empty hall. They finally made it to the small bathroom, which was thankfully vacant. Kurt shoved Blaine against the door, nipping and sucking any part of Blaine's neck he could reach. Growling, Blaine reached back, fiddling with the knob of the door before it swung open.
He and Kurt backed into the small, single-person bathroom. It was small and not the greatest place in the world but at least it was clean. Blaine grabbed Kurt from behind, wrapping his arms around Kurt's abdomen, feeling his clothed body before working to get Kurt's skin tight pants off. Kurt let out a low whine, grinding his ass back into Blaine's fully erect cock. There were a few layers of clothes between their flesh but it was, just, god, it felt so good Kurt's thoughts were sluggish and all he could think was more.
Blaine finally pulled down Kurt's impossibly tight jeans, and Kurt sighed happily at the relief of tension holding back his cock. Blaine quickly pulled off his own, pressing himself forward against Kurt's ass. Kurt moaned at the feeling, bringing a hand back to cradle the back of Blaine's neck, the other holding the sink's counter with a death grip. Blaine brought a hand down to Kurt's hard cock, making Kurt whimper and cry out.
"Oh fuck, oh Blaine, oh my god," Kurt panted as Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock. They set a rhythm of Blaine grinding against Kurt's bare ass to Kurt thrusting up into Blaine's hand. His knuckles turned white against the counter, his nails digging into the back of Blaine's neck.
"Do you wanna come, baby," Blaine groaned into Kurt's hair. He swiped his thumb over the head of Kurt's cock, and it was all Kurt could do to not scream.
"Yes, yes, yes," Kurt repeated, feeling Blaine just everywhere.
"Don't let me stop you," Blaine growled, licking a line up from Kurt's neck to his jaw. Kurt let out a stream of unintelligible murmurs as he came all over Blaine's hand. Kurt's body shivered in Blaine's arms, and Blaine held him close, milking him through his orgasm. Blaine thrust against Kurt a few more times, shaking and whimpering as he came all over Kurt's ass.
Kurt panted heavily, dropping his arm from Blaine's neck to help support them on the counter. Blaine held Kurt's body close, occasionally murmuring something Kurt couldn't quite hear against the back of his neck. They stayed like that until Kurt heard a faint buzzing, feeling something tickling against his leg. He reached down, fishing his phone from his pants which were still pulled halfway down his thighs. He pulled it open, looking at the text. It was from Mercedes.
"Heya Boo. Mr Schue wanted to meet us all in the Food Court, be there in fifteen. xoxox" Kurt laughed a little, resting his phone on the counter. Blaine was pressing soft kisses on his neck and upper back, hugging Kurt to his body tightly. Kurt didn't want to have to leave Blaine, but it looked like he would have to. Just for now.