A/N: This just kind of popped into my head. I didn't want to lose the thought though. : D. Enjoy! I do not own the characters. They all belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy.
" So, did you see 'em boo?" Mercedes asked Kurt.
" Hmm? Who?" Kurt was spacing off as Mercedes was talking to him.
" They new guy! I haven't seen him yet. Tina was telling me how he was just some hottie jackass." Kurt snickered at the details of him.
" What do you mean by jackass, Mercy?"
" Well, he got kicked out of a reform school in Westerville. He must be pretty bad. He only got here today and Tina says he has two detentions!" Kurt and Mercedes rolled their eyes simultaneously. The two had just started getting into their lunches. Kurt opened up a Tupperware container with a salad. Mercedes got tots from the cafeteria. The subject quickly turned from, "he's a jackass", to, "on a scale to 1-10, how hot is he?"
" Well, Tina said she would dump Mike any day for that piece of meat." Mercedes giggled.
" Hey there gorgeous." A smooth yet sexy voice whispered in Kurt's right ear. Kurt shuttered as his heart leaped into his throat. Mercedes almost choked on her tots from laughter. Kurt shot her a shut up stare and what the fuck is going on stare. He snapped his neck around to face who was speaking. He was eye-to-eye with a smirking, scruffy face. Kurt almost gagged at the intense smell of cigarette smoke.
" Uhm, and you are?" Kurt asked trying to hide his bitchy tone.
" The name's Anderson. Blaine Anderson. You should remember that. You'd be screamin' it later." Blaine gave a sinister wink.
" Fuck off." Kurt glared at the rebel. Mercedes was shocked. Kurt had never sworn like that. Kurt himself was surprised at what leaped out of his mouth. He quickly put a hand over his lips.
" Oh a feisty one. I like me a good challenge." Blaine smiled and clicked his tongue ring. Kurt groaned and held his head in his hands. Blaine sat next to Kurt and started rubbing his inner thigh. Kurt released a gasp and his face flushed.
" Whoa now buddy. Enough of that." Mercedes snapped, pushing Blaine off of Kurt.
" Jeez, calm down Mariah, no need to get your diva on."
" Aw Hell to the no, you did not just compare me to her." Kurt stood up to join Finn and Puck sitting with Mike, Artie, and Sam.
" Hey bro what's going on?" Finn chimed.
" Yeah man you look paler than usual." Puck joined in.
" I- Uh- the- the new guy is kind of-" none other than Blaine cut off Kurt.
" His new fuck buddy." He lugged a heavy arm around Kurt's shoulder.
" Um, Kurt?" Finn asked sounding more than a little bit concerned.
" Just ignore him Finn. He's just some punk." Puck stood up cracking his knuckles.
" Y'know we can take care of him if he's buggin' you Kurt. Just one word and we'll be on him like a dog on a bone."
Blaine laughed at Pucks attempted threat, " Listen, Mohawk, you don't scare me. And you know what," Blaine leaned in closer to Kurt's ear, " I think- no- I know he likes it."
" Back off!" Finn shoved the shorter boy away from Kurt.
Again, Blaine laughed, " That's all you got Franken-teen?" Sam and Puck joined Finn.
" Alright guys seriously? Leave it. He's not going to do anything. Back off Finn." Kurt was getting tired of the lame quarrel.
" But dude! I don't want him harassing my broth-"
" Finn, stop now. I don't need your help. If I do I'll ask for it. Back off." Finn seated himself back with Artie and Mike. Sam and Puck quickly followed. Huffing, Kurt grabbed his satchel from his former table and headed to the last calls of the day, French. He walked to his locker. The inside was covered with his favorite Vogue covers. At the back of the locker was a picture of Kurt's mother Elizabeth. He sighed and swapped his math and science binder for his French binder. A hot breath ghosted down Kurt's neck. Kurt bit his lower lip at the sensation, fighting back the sudden arousal.
" What's your next class babe?" Blaine's voice was low and seductive.
" OK, listen to me." Kurt's tone was harsh and demanding. " Leave me alone. You aren't my type. I don't hang out with someone who is a criminal, who smokes, and who sexually harasses people." Blaine just stared at Kurt with the same lust-blown pupils.
Blaine's eyes were raking up and down Kurt," I can tell you're a screamer. I can't wait to have you squirming beneath me." At that, Kurt slapped Blaine straight across the face. The sound echoed all through the hallway. Blaine smirked and tightly gripped Kurt's lingering wrist. Blaine closed the space between the two and crushed their lips together. Kurt pushed him away covering his own mouth, tears streaming down his face. Kurt didn't see Blaine's face as he ran towards the exit of the school. He leaped in his car, not waiting to see if Blaine was following him. He locked his doors and sobbed in his car until the tears subsided. Kurt started the car and drove to his home miserably. That was the second time someone had forced a kiss on him. First David, now Blaine. Kurt raced to his bedroom as the tears began to flow again. His phone was beeping like crazy, but he only shut it off. A few moments later, three sets of loud thumping footsteps filled the house.
" Where is he?" Kurt could hear Puck's voice and how angry he sounded.
" He must be in his bedroom." Sam replied with the same amount of anger.
" Kurt?" Finn's voice echoed in the house. Kurt just laid there, quiet tears exiting his blood-shot eyes. One of the boys knocked on Kurt's door. Not even 30 seconds later, Sam, Finn, and Puck were in his room. Sam and Finn sat next to Kurt as Puck stood in front of his sight.
" Kurt," Sam started slowly rubbing his back. " What did he do?" More tears flowed down Kurt's face.
Almost inaudible, Kurt whispered, " He kissed me . . ." Finn clenched his fists and left the room. A minute after, they heard a string of swears and Finn punching a wall or something hard. Puck left the room to try and calm the raging teen down. Sam closed his eyes and continued rubbing Kurt's back.
" I'm so sorry Kurt." Sam was on the verge of tears seeing that this had happened to the poor boy once again.
" Sam," Kurt's voice was hoarse and he'd finally stop shedding tears. " I don't know what to do . . ."
" Kurt, listen to me OK? Finn, Puck, Mike, Artie, Lauren, Rachel, Santana, Quinn, Mercedes, Shane, Brittney, Rory, even now Karofsky, since he came out, and I will always be by your side. No matter what, we will protect you. Kurt," Sam looked at Kurt with glossy eyes, " you are a strong boy and we will stop at nothing to keep you safe." Kurt gave Sam a watery smiled and hugged Sam tightly. Puck and Finn had finally returned, happy to see that Kurt was interacting with Sam. Sam sent out a text to everyone telling them what happened and how they are to be by Kurt's side whenever possible. The boys left Kurt to try and recover on his own. Finn and Sam left to Puck's house a few minutes later.
" Just call us if you need anything man." Finn yelled before leaving. Kurt finally felt relaxed and fell into a light sleep.
A Few Hours Later . . .
Kurt woke up to some sort of tapping noise. He warily looked around trying to find the source of this nuisance. He than saw, out of the corner of his eye, little pebbles being thrown at his window. Who could this be, his still semi asleep mind asked itself. His eyes were still red and puffy from all of the crying. He slumped over to the window and opened it before he looked who was there. Oh. My. God. There stood Blaine, with a handful of rocks. Blaine was signaling for Kurt to let him in. Kurt raised and eyebrow and shut is curtains. He was now thankful that Finn left and his dad and Carole went to Hawaii.
" Shit, what do I do?" Kurt asked himself scratching the back of his neck. He quickly locked his door and locked his window. Than he just sat on his bed. Nothing else he really could do. A few moments later there was loud banging on the door.
" Crap!" Kurt whispered. If he comes in here, I'll shoot him. Kurt decided in his frantic state. He huddled his knees up to his chest after he heard their front door bust open. Kurt closed his eyes and rocked himself slightly, slow tears falling from his eyes. Loud, clunky footsteps echoed off the staircase throughout the empty house. Kurt's heart and blood was rushing in his ears as he curled his legs tighter up against himself. There was a loud fist pounding on Kurt's door. The sudden noise caused Kurt to flinch, hurling himself off the bed. Kurt crawled to his bathroom with shaking limbs and leaking eyes. He slammed the door behind him and locked it. Kurt sat on his tiled floor, scared out of his mind. His phone was still on his floor. Too late now. A frustrated grunt left Blaine's mouth as he kicked open Kurt's door. Uncontrollable tears poured down Kurt's cheeks as his memories flooded his mind. He remembered how David slammed a fist on the gym lockers before grabbing his face in a forceful manner.
" God damn it where is he," Blaine whispered to himself on the other side of the door. Kurt gripped the picture of his mother sitting on a stand by the sink. Make him leave mom, please. He pleaded to his deceased mother, cradling her picture. Kurt's back was pressed up against his bathtub as he sat there, praying someone would come help him. Without warning, Blaine kicked Kurt's bathroom door of its hinges. The door fell to the floor with a thud. Kurt stared at Blaine with large, bloodshot eyes.
" Kurt I—" Blaine fought to find words. Kurt closed his eyes, blocking out the world only wishing to be with his mom. He imagined him and his mother sat peacefully on a checkered blanket in a meadow. They exchanged sandwiches and water bottles in a blissful silence. Kurt crashed back down to reality when he saw Blaine walking towards him with a tender look in his eyes. Kurt was shaking in fear and sadness. More tears flowed down his face as he was pulled from his imaginary happy place.
" I'm sorry Kurt." Blaine's words were barely a whisper as he gently hugged him. Blaine kept repeating how sorry he was and rocked Kurt on the floor with him. Kurt sat there feeling invited by Blaine's warmth and comfort. Kurt slowly drifted off to sleep feeling emotionally drained.
Kurt awoke a few hours later, dazed and confused. First off; he was in his bed. Secondly; there was someone in bed with him. He slowly turned his head silently praying it wasn't who he thought it was. A wave of fear and dread washed over him as his tormenter, Blaine, laid in bed next to Kurt, sound asleep. Kurt bolted out of the bed not caring if he had disturbed the sleeping teen. Questions flew into Kurt's half-asleep mind like a hurricane. Did he have sex with me? Did he brake into my house? Is he going to send me death threats if I tell anyone? These unanswered questions were forgotten about as Blaine began rubbing his eyes, steadily waking up. Not thinking correctly, Kurt grabbed his broken chair leg he promised to fix. Pointing it towards the waking rebel, Blaine woke up completely. He stood up slowly, placing his hands above his head.
" Kurt, it's okay. I swear I-" Kurt cut him off.
" Did you have sex with me? Did you touch me? Because I swear to God I will march myself down to the doctors and have a rape test!" Kurt stood in the same position waiting for Blaine's answer.
A/N: Sup every body! So I'll try and update this one. I kinda have writer's block at the moment so sorry to leave you hanging!
