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Title: Love Isn't Always Easy.
Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Kurt Hummel.
Rating: NC – 17. (MA)
Summary: Is a failed student capable of changing your life? Kurt Hummel is about to discover it is possible. What would happen if your tutor is too hot? What would happen if he's your best friend's uncle and he likes somebody else? And obviously, Kurt being under age makes everything more complicated.
The Meeting
14:00 P.M. Wednesday.
Kurt was nervous. He wouldn't stop rubbing his hands against his tight jeans while the Math teacher delivered the tests. He had to pass. He had to pass that damn test if he wanted to still be on the team. The teacher approached him and gave him a fulminating look before leaving his test on the table. His heart stopped for a few seconds.
F
He was doomed. He swallowed deeply without knowing what to do. The bell rang in his ears. Kurt's body moved almost mechanically to his locker. He held his breath when a blond girl with dreamy eyes approached him.
"Kurt, Sue wants you in her office," she said before leaving.
"Thank you, Britt," he whispered. That score was very dangerous for his position on the team. He got to the office and entered. Sue ordered him to sit down.
"Is there anything you want to tell me, porcelain?" Kurt responded to the nickname with a grin, but didn't say anything. "I warned you last month that if you didn't get better scored, your position on the team would be at risk." Kurt remained silent. His breathing was heavy. "I'm sorry but after your bad reputation I need to get you out of the team. At least temporally, until you get good grades again. Now leave," Kurt stood up. He was pale. He had been kicked out of the team, at least until he did well in Math. Which he considered impossible.
The rest of the day he was in class without paying attention. He was facing the idea of telling his father, who would ground him for sure. He felt someone hugging him from behind. Santana.
"Hi Kurtie, do you want us to accompany you to your house?" She asked him. Kurt just nodded. Quinn and Mercedes joined them. The girls were happily talking about clothes, Santana was worried her diva friend wasn't saying anything. "Kurt, are you okay?"
"I got an F at the Math test," he whispered. "Sue kicked me out," Santana and Quinn, cheerleaders too, hugged him. Mercedes smiled at him with tenderness.
"Don't worry baby, you just have to ask one of your classmates to help you out or you could get a tutor," Mercedes said.
"A tutor!" Santana said. "My uncle has a faculty. He's coming home after work today, I can ask him if he's okay with teaching you."
Kurt sighed. He didn't think a tutor would help him understand Math no matter how good he was, but he agreed anyway. He had to improve.
18:00 P.M Wednesday.
Blaine was leaving the building where he worked at. The new series "Dalton" wasn't a hit but he didn't care, he liked acting and he liked it even more with such nice co-stars. He entered his blue Impala and drove through the streets of Lima, listening to Katy Perry singing Teenage Dream.
The house-better called mansion-appeared in front of him. His brother, Cooper, had always liked luxury. He went out of the car and walked to the door. He could hear his niece singing from the other side of the door. He smiled and rang the bell. Seconds later, Santana was on him kissing his cheek and messing with his curls, full of gel.
They came into the house, where there was still music playing.
"Cooper?" Blaine asked.
"Working, he told me he wouldn't come home until tomorrow morning. I made pasta. Dinner is served," they sat at the table. Dinner was delicious. "Blaine, do you think you could teach my friend Math?" Blaine left his fork on the table, with a disgust grin on his face. He had only taken that curse so his father would stop threatening him about leaving him on the street if he didn't study a career, instead of starving as a musician.
"No," he cuttingly said. "I'm sorry, Santana. But I don't think it's a good idea. I'm pretty busy with the band, the show and…"
"Your nights out with Thad?" Santana loved her uncle, but she was offended by the fact of knowing Blaine was without a commitment for most of the week and he still refused. "I know you don't like it but he's a really dear friend, and he really needs it."
"No, Santana," Blaine said sharply. Santana opened her mouth to answer but Blaine's cell phone rang and he quickly answered. "Hello?"
"Anderson. Party, bar, alcohol. What else could you ask for? I'll pick you up in thirty minutes. Where are you?"
"Okay Thad, thanks for worrying, my day was fine. Shooting? Great, as always," he sarcastically said.
"Ha, ha… so funny. I'm serious. Where are you?"
"I'm at Cooper's, but I can't go out. My brother isn't here and Santana is alone."
"We'll take her with us," Thad said. Blaine cursed him in that moment when he saw a hussy smile on Santana's face.
"No, no way," he answered to both of them.
"Don't be all protective now Blaine. I have a fake ID, it'll work," Blaine doubted it. On one hand he wanted to go with Thad to the bar, but he didn't want to leave his niece alone.
"Choose. You teach my friend or you take me to the bar," Santana threatened him.
Her uncle left out a sigh.
"Okay," he agreed. "Go get ready," Santana's smile faded a little, she thought Blaine would choose tutoring but she obeyed and hurried to her room.
An hour later, the three of them were at a bar entrance. They managed to get in, apparently Santana looked older than 15 years. inside, the party was going. They walked to the bar, Thad inspecting around, probably looking for his next victim to sleep with.
"Sam!"The girl exclaimed, with a sweet voice tone. A young, blond with big lips turned and greeted.
"Guys, what is Santana doing here? I thought the bar didn't allow entrance to kids," Blaine and Santana went pale, making Sam laugh. "Don't worry, I won't tell Cooper."
Santana smiled at him, which Blaine interpreted as a flirting smile. He shook his head. Santana was in love with his father's best friend for a long time. But she didn't know Sam was gay and he liked someone else. Thad ordered some beers. Sam and Santana disappeared among the crowd, holding hands.
"You don't look very worried about your niece being with an older man."
"It's Sam, he's known her since she was born. And he's gay," Thad showed a malice smile.
"Mmm… Interesting," he said, with his fake shy voice.
"Don't think about it. He's not a one-night guy."
"Don't worry, I won't be on trouthy mouth's ass, I already found someone," he said standing up and disappearing as well, leaving Blaine alone at the bar.
The rest of the night was calm, Santana hadn't appeared again and neither had Thad. Several guys had approached Blaine to flirt with him, even girls. But he wasn't in the mood to play along. He was about to leave to find Santana and go home, when the empty seat next to him was taken. Blaine looked at the person at out the corner of his eyes, and his breathing paralyzed in his chest.
An angel.
There was no other explanation. He was perfect. His brown hair was neatly combed, his skin was porcelain-like, his nose was simply beautiful, his thin but well formed arms were showing thanks to his short-sleeve shirt. His back, tight jeans marked his thighs and his boots made his legs look even more slender. His lips, so desperately tempting, looked pink. But what caught Blaine's attention the most were his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, turning gray and then green depending on the light.
"Hi," Blaine said before noticing what he was doing. The guy turned and studied him with his eyes. A little smile, that almost made Blaine faint, was formed in his face.
"Hi," he answered.
OH, MY POTTER!
That voice. Blaine had not heard anything more beautiful than that guy's voice.
"I'm Blaine," he said, reaching out his hand.
"Kurt," the other responded, and shook Blaine's hand. The black-haired had to use all of his willpower to move his hand away from Kurt's.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked him. "You're pale."
"I'm fine," Anderson answered. "I'm just a little tired. Shooting had me busy mostly all day."
"You're an actor?" His voice was slightly excited.
"Yes, I work at Dalton."
"Oh, I can't believe it!" Kurt excitedly screamed. "I knew you were familiar. I love that show," Blaine's smile became wider. "Wait! You're… you're the guy playing Darren."
"That's right," he passed a hand through his hair automatically, which made Kurt bite his lip.
Their conversation was based on the show soon, they talked non-stop until Blaine made a reference to Harry Potter, in that moment they were in a total serious conversation about how hot Ron was in the seventh movie.
With every minute passing, their bodies were closer to each other. With beer, laughs and deep looks, Kurt had ended up with a slight blush on his cheeks and wet lips because of alcohol, which made it impossible for Blaine to move his eyes away from him.
"Do I have something on his face?" Kurt asked him, a little annoyed. "Why are you staring me like that?"
"It's just that your lips look so soft that tasting them is very tempting," Blaine opened his eyes. Had he just said that? Kurt was deeply blushed, and that didn't help Blaine to clear his mind, because it made him look adorable.
Kurt hesitated for a few seconds, and then moved his face closer to Blaine's.
"Do you want to taste them?" His voice had become more guttural.
Blaine nodded and got closer, until they were just a few inches from the other, he looked him in the eye. Kurt smiled at him and put his hand on Blaine's knee. Blaine couldn't hold it any longer. He caressed Kurt's hand and smashed their lips together. A shock went down through his body. Kurt's hands caught his curls and slightly opened his lips. Blaine introduced his tongue in Kurt's mouth. They were kissing slowly, and it only made them be more turned on. When air was necessary, they split. Their cheeks were completely red and their breathing was agitated.
"Are they soft?" Kurt asked him with a smile.
"I'm not sure," Blaine answered with a hussy smile. "I think I have to taste them again."
They soon were in a more desperate kiss. Kurt's tongue was going trough Blaine's mouth, tasting his tongue. From one minute to the other, they were now in a dark and separate corner, without being able to separate their lips. Air was necessary again. Blaine looked at Kurt's body against the wall and he couldn't resist it. His hands were on Kurt's waist, holding him closer, and his lips started to kiss Kurt's neck. At first he was leaving soft kisses on the skin, minutes later his tongue replaced his lips and when Kurt moved his head to the side to let Blaine play with his neck, Blaine couldn't help but bite. He focused on the neck zone that seemed to shake Kurt every time he touched it, and started sucking the skin. He was sure Kurt would wake up with a big hickey, very hard to hide.
Blaine's cell phone rang, which forced him to separate his mouth from Kurt's neck. He checked who was it and cursed his brother for being so inopportune.
"I'll be home in two hours. Thanks for staying with Santana. C"
Why did you choose this moment to text me?
"I… I'm sorry Kurt, I've got to go. My brother will be home soon and if he doesn't find my niece there, he might kill me," Kurt smiled, still heavily breathing.
"It's okay, I think I should get going too anyway," Blaine hesitated, his body was still holding Kurt's and he refused to let him go.
"Can I have your number? We can be in touch?" Kurt nodded and gave him his cell phone number. After a kiss that lasted until air was necessary again, Blaine went to look for his niece.
"I'll wait for you at the bar. Cooper will be home in two hours."
Twenty minutes later, uncle and niece were running to the blue Impala, parked a few blocks away from the bar.
"What about Thad?" Santana asked when he noticed Blaine's friend wasn't with them.
"He must have found some distraction for the night."
Blaine was looking at his cell phone, saying it was 3:00 A.M. and looking at the road, where all of the red lights seemed to light longer than necessary. They got the Anderson's residence at 4:45 A.M. Santana hurried upstairs, she had school the next day, Blaine changed his clothes and lay down on the comfortable couch at his brother's office, located on the second floor.
Twenty minutes later he heard the main door being opened, and Cooper entering Santana's room before going to his own. Blaine smiled half-asleep, still feeling Kurt's warm lips on his, and his tender vanilla smile.
The clock rumbled her ears. As soon as she opened her eyes she knew she needed someone to take her to school because driving was suicide, and she was almost completely sure her uncle Blaine would be in the same position as her. Maybe even worse, because he had a few drinks. So she took her phone and dialed her best friend's number.
"Hey Kurt, could you pick me up? I don't feel like driving." Kurt said he'd be at her house in thirty minutes. So she got ready and let Blaine know she'd be leaving in a while.
Blaine was trying to wake up and heard Santana going downstairs. It should be 9 A.M. His head wasn't hurting as much as he thought it would, he was just feeling a little dizzy and embarrassed about what had happened last night.
Blaine wasn't a person that enjoyed a one-night relationship, like had did. But tiredness, beer and that boy had made him say and do things he thought he didn't have in him. He got up. Last night he had worn his old jeans he had at Cooper's house, so just like he had gone to bed; with no shirt on to cover his chest, he went down stairs. He was so close to the entrance when the bell rang and Santana appeared, wearing his cheerleader uniform. She opened the door and a boy walked in.
Blaine froze in the last step.
No way.
But there was no mistake. That porcelain skin, the boots, the hair, his lips. His green eyes suddenly found Kurt's blue eyes. The boy opened his eyes in shock and blushed deeply.
"Oh Blaine. Couldn't you have worn something?" Santana scolded him, apparently she had noticed Kurt's awkwardness. "Anyway…" She sighed and came up with an idea. "This is Kurt Hummel, the friend I told you about. The one that needs Math tutoring," she knew she was putting her uncle in an awkward position, but she wasn't going to be the one to tell Kurt he wasn't going to be helped.
Blaine looked at Kurt, who looked like having being sculpted in stone, with a guilty expression and…
You've got to be kidding me. Can't you stop biting that lips without looking so desirable?
Without noticing, a hussy smile had spread through his face.
"Nice to meet you, Kurt," he approached him and gave him his hand to shake. Kurt did with a little smile. "I'm free on Friday at five. Santana can give you my address later."
"Thank you," Kurt whispered. Santana was completely confused, but she was still happy her uncle had said yes.
"We should go, Blaine," she said.
"I think you should help Kurt to cover that hickey on his neck before," Blaine said amused. He had been right last night; the purple hickey decorating Kurt's neck was going to be very difficult to hide.
Kurt was as red as a tomato, but looked at Blaine with a complicity smile.
Hi everyone! It's me again with a very beautiful story. I was going to wait until I was done with Firefly but I couldn't wait.
First of all, what did you think of the 100th episode? Definitely one of the best episodes of my life, I loved absolutely everything.
Now, I think you should have probably noticed I have no imagination whatsoever so don't think this is my story, this piece of art belongs to Dany de Criss who was so nice letting me translate her story to you guys.
I should warn you, you are going to cry like a little baby. It's so amazing and perfect, you're going to love it, I promise.
I'm going to be updating Firefly as well, so it'll probably be like one update about Firefly and the next one about LIAE.
Let me know what you thought of the first chapter and I hope you join me until the end, because this story has a sequel which I'm also going to translate so it's a long journey.
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