A/N New story, yay. This is also being posted on AO3, where I have recently made an account; KL4INE_4_EV4. There is one story on there so far and it is not on here called "Not so bad after all", so if you would like to check it out, then certainly do. Happy reading.
Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson were not a thing. They had a sort of thing, but it wasn't actually a thing. Everybody knew Blaine was Kurt's and Kurt was Blaine's but there is no official label. Don't get Blaine wrong, he wants there to be. He wants there to be so bad, but Kurt didn't. Kurt had made that pretty clear from the first moment they had met and has made it known ever since.
Blaine was a mid-semester transfer at McKinley High. His father had uprooted their family from their rather nice home in Westerville to a quaint one in Lima, Ohio, because he had switched jobs. Blaine was perfectly fine taking the two hour long trip to Dalton Academy, a place that used to be his sanctuary, but his Dad had said it was simply not cost effective and that he needed to enrol in public school.
On Blaine's first day, he was introduced to Rachel Berry. She is a brunette pocket-rocket that oozes talent. And she knows it. Rachel had been assigned Blaine's tour guide and the two hit it off instantly. Rachel was pretty sure she recognised the curly haired boy and once Blaine revealed he was the former lead soloist for the Warblers, it was a match made in friend heaven. Friend because Blaine is capital G, gay.
Well, maybe he isn't capital, more of a lower case. Most people didn't even know he was gay until he told them. Blaine is out and proud but he liked star wars, he followed football and despite is impressive array of bowties, the way he dressed didn't scream I like boys. If Blaine wasn't certain that he was gay before coming to McKinley, he was certainly sure he is now. He had first set eyes on Kurt during his tour with Rachel. The girl had been showing him the outside area by the football field and Blaine noticed a lithe figure underneath the bleachers.
"Who is that?" Blaine had asked, pointing to the boy that conveniently came more into view.
Blaine remembers exactly what Kurt had been wearing that day. A plain white t-shirt that was a size two small so it stretched across his body in a way that left no muscle unturned. He had jet black skinny jeans that had two horizontal rips at the thighs, revealing a slither of milky white skin. The ensemble was paired with a set of black doc martins that the boy had used to stomp out his cigarette. Blaine was pretty sure smoking on school grounds was not allowed, but when it looked that good, he wasn't going to complain. The sun had been beating down on the boy that Blaine knew nothing about and he could just see a glimmer of silver shinning from the ring that looped around one of his nostrils. It went really well with the streak of hot pink that ran through his chestnut hair.
"That's Kurt Hummel, lead of the skanks" Rachel had informed, linking their arms together and trying to pull Blaine away.
Despite the fact they were too far away for this Kurt to even hear their conversation, he must have felt eyes on him, because he had moved his head down from where it was faced toward the sun and locked eyes with Blaine. Blaine had gasped audibly, mesmerised by the ocean concoction. Kurt had winked at Blaine before disappearing under the bleachers once again.
For the rest of the day, Blaine hadn't stopped thinking about the mysterious Kurt. Rachel had explicitly told Blaine that Kurt Hummel was nothing but bad news and that he'd do to Blaine what he has done to many other; Fuck and chuck him. It was made extremely obvious by the rest of the glee members that Kurt did not have boyfriends, ever.
Although Blaine was definitely not the hook-up type – He loved being in a relationship – There was something about Kurt that drew Blaine in. He didn't think it was his bad attitude that made him attractive, and he certainly had one, judging by the way he consistently flipped their French teacher off, but it was something else. What it was Blaine wasn't sure.
Eventually, Blaine had found out what it was. Kurt Hummel was truly an enigma, too underappreciated in a place like Ohio. His personality was eccentric, he was incredibly intelligent and insightful. Blaine had spent many nights just listening to Kurt talk, about what he can't even remember, but Blaine just liked his voice. It reminded him of bells.
The more Blaine got to know Kurt, the more he liked him. Every little outing they had, or even during a night in, Kurt revealed just a little bit more of his true self and Blaine revelled in it. At this point, Blaine was pretty sure he was in love with the skank. But they couldn't be boyfriends.
The first time Blaine had spoken to Kurt, it had been in the locker room. Blaine had being trying out for the football team one afternoon. He was the only person to try out that day, it wasn't even try out season, but they were in desperate need of somebody. School had ended an hour ago, so when he walked into the locker room to get a quick shower, he wasn't expecting to find somebody, let alone Kurt, spray painting some guy's locker bright fascia. Blaine remembers standing there in shock, eyes and jaw wide open as the boy nonchalantly vandalised the school property.
"You're going to catch flies, Anderson" Kurt had warned, smirking.
When Kurt had stood to full height from his kneeling position, Blaine continued gawking. Kurt was even more gorgeous up close.
"H-how do you know my name?" Blaine asked once he had found his words.
Kurt laughed, "It's my job to know the name of the trade around here" he had said.
Blaine had expected that when Kurt invaded his personal space, he would smell of cigarettes, beer and dirty gym clothes. On the contrary, he smelt like vanilla and jasmine, a scent he would later know as Kurt's linen.
Blaine had remained silent as Kurt very obviously raked his eyes up and down his body. Blaine wasn't sure why he was so nervous, he knew he wasn't ugly. Kurt must've agreed because he pulled a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to Blaine saying, "I don't do boyfriends, but you should call me", ensuring their fingertips brushed as he walked away. Blaine had shivered. The tissue had his phone number on it.
Blaine had texted Kurt a week later, not for what Kurt probably wanted though. Since their meeting, Kurt hadn't turned up to one French lesson. Blaine knew he shouldn't have been so concerned, he didn't even know the guy, but that didn't stop him asking is Kurt wanted his notes. Kurt had actually thanked him and told him that he was under the bleachers, so Blaine willing went to give them to him.
Upon arriving at the bleachers, Blaine witnessed Kurt stretched out very cat-like on an old ratty sofa. He was alone and had an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. The boy was wearing a black out pair of ray bands and didn't even look towards Blaine when he had coughed, signalling his arrival.
Kurt had instructed him to throw the notes on the floor, which Blaine reluctantly did, before telling him to sit down. Blaine delicately perched on the arm rest, next to Kurt's feet and the two fell into relatively comfortable silence.
"So, I don't do boyfriends, but I was thinking we should go out tonight" Kurt had said after a while, unmoving from his relaxed position.
Blaine had spluttered on air, "We don't even know each other"
"That's the point isn't it?" Kurt smiled, lifting his sunglasses up and staring intensely at Blaine, "You go out to get to know each other"
"Okay"
That night, Kurt took him to a drive-in movie theatre he didn't even know existed down town. They were showing Disney's The Little Mermaid and Blaine wasn't sure how Kurt knew he loved Disney, but he didn't question it. Kurt had bought him popcorn and even held his hand. After the movie finished, Kurt took them to the cliff side and they lay side by side, gazing at the stars in the night.
"Is this a date?" Blaine had asked him shyly, looking from underneath his eyelashes.
Whenever Kurt looked at Blaine, It was staring. The boy's piercing eyes almost seemed to delve into Blaine's soul and it was so intense it always left Blaine breathless. Especially when the moon light was reflecting of Kurt's skin in this way.
"I don't do boyfriends" The boy had said, turning his head back to look at the stars again, "That's Hercules" Kurt pointed to a collection of bright stars.
"You don't have to be boyfriends to go on a date" Blaine had replied, completely ignoring Kurt's obvious attempt to change the subject.
Blaine noticed Kurt's lip curl upwards into a small smile and his heart fluttered,
"I guess not"
From then on, their "dates" became a regular thing. Kurt would either take Blaine to the movies or out to dinner and Blaine would take Kurt to get coffee or show him the markets in Westerville. They made sure to do something with one another at least once a week, even if it was hanging out at Kurt's house. The two were attached at the hips despite the fact Kurt reminded him every time they hung out that he didn't do boyfriends. This fact didn't go unnoticed by the glee club.
"You gotta be careful, man" Sam had said,
"He's only going to hurt you" Tina warned,
"We're just looking out for you" Mercedes justified.
Blaine ignored them all, stating that it was his life and he could hang out with whoever he wanted. They weren't even boyfriends he had said. The New Directions were unsure at first but once they realised Blaine wasn't going to leave the skank, they gave up.
One night, Kurt had offered to take Blaine to Scandals, the local gay bar. He said he knew a guy, who knew a guy, that could hook them up with some fake ID's. Blaine immediately said no. There was a reason why they weren't old enough to drink and he just wasn't having it. That was until, of course, Kurt used his puppy dog eyes, clasping his hands together in a prayer position and begging Blaine to go with him. Blaine agreed.
Blaine remembers the bar being dingy, small and having a musky smell that made his nose crinkle. He had considered running out the door as soon as he stepped inside, but with Kurt's smooth hand pressed against the small of his back, he let himself be led to the bar.
Blaine doesn't like drinking so he settled for a coke, watching Kurt down a rum without even a grimace. Despite the amount of alcohol Kurt had consumed, he was very well put together. He knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled Blaine to the dance, grinding his very pert buttocks into Blaine's crotch area. He also knew what he was doing when he planted the world's most passionate kiss on Blaine's lips when a guy was looking their way.
It hadn't been Blaine's first kiss, he'd had quite a few actually, being in an all-boys school. But, it felt like his first. As soon as Kurt placed his seashell lips on Blaine's, it was over. Blaine's whole body was ignited by a desire known as pure want. He'd finally got a taste of the candy and by god it was delicious.
Blaine drove him and Kurt back to the Hummel resident that night. Shushing each other and giggling all the way down to Kurt's bedroom in the basement, Blaine let Kurt undress him slowly with skilful hands. That's as far as it went that night. Kurt had removed Blaine's clothes and then his own before slipping into bed with just his underwear, patting the empty space next to him that quickly became his designated spot. Blane had slept at Kurt's several times, but Kurt would usually take the couch. It was the best night sleep he has ever had.
A few weeks after the same routine of sleeping with each other, they did eventually sleep with each other. Since scandals, the two had become incredibly touchy feely, especially in school. Kurt would walk Blaine to class with his hand in Blaine's back pocket, Blaine would sit in Kurt's lap whilst he ate his lunch under the bleachers, and they would kiss each other every time they headed to their respective homes after school finished. They still weren't boyfriends though, but Kurt had spelt out that Blaine was his pretty loudly to practically the whole school population when Karofsky threatened him with a slushy. He hasn't been touched since.
It had happened on a random Tuesday when Blaine had been over at Kurt's. They were watching Moulin Rouge for probably the 40th time, not paying attention. Blaine had been discussing his glee club project for the week, pop icons, whilst Kurt listened intently, giving him different ideas of which direction he could take. Blaine wasn't sure what made him do it, he didn't really need a motivation or reason considering they did it all the time, but he just kissed Kurt there and then. The curly haired boy hadn't planned on the fact that his virginity would be taken that night, but he didn't regret it. In fact, it brought them closer together.
During the middle of said night, Blaine woke up to find Kurt staring at nothing in particular on the ceiling. He had gravitated closer to Kurt and threw his arm around his waist, asking what he was doing up so late. Kurt didn't reply for a moment but then announced, "I don't do boyfriends". Blaine had tried not to sigh. He knew that having sex wasn't going to magically transfer Kurt into a Ken doll, but it had meant something to him. Blaine tightened his hold, softly telling him that he knew.
That had been months ago. Now, Blaine and Kurt were at it like rabbits. Any alone time they had together, it was a guarantee that their hands would be on each other. Blaine had never thought in a million years that he would be begging underneath an angel like Kurt, but here he was, folded in on himself with Kurt balls deep.
"God" Kurt breathed, glancing down at Blaine.
Blaine had a look of ecstasy etched on his face, eyes screwed shut and mouth open whilst Kurt thrust unrelentingly in and out of him. The room was filled with a mixture of their moans and the slapping of bodies against one another as Kurt grabbed a handful of Blaine's perky cheeks, making the olive skin turn white around his fingers with how tight he was gripping them.
"Fuck me" Blaine whined, reaching blindly behind him to grasp onto the headboard, lifting his hips and changing the angle.
"So demanding" Kurt teased, but it was quickly drowned out by a cry of pleasure as Blaine took more of his length.
They continued their actions for a little while longer before Blaine's breath became laboured, a tell-tale sign that he was close. Letting go of one of Blaine's cheeks, the slender boy fisted Blaine's cock, twisting it at the top just how he knew Blaine loved. It only took him three tries to get Blaine seeing stars and his loud wale of pleasure sent Kurt over the edge.
Kurt remained inside Blaine whilst he tried to catch his breath. Feeling the oxygen enter his lungs a bit more, he reluctantly pulled out, eliciting whimper from Blaine at the loss. The boy tugged the condom off his softening member, tied it and threw it in his trash can with practiced expertise. As he flopped back onto the bed, Blaine instantly curled into him.
"You're too good at that" Kurt said, still slightly breathless. He carded one hand through his sweaty hair before absentmindedly running his fingers up and down Blaine's back. Blaine sighed dreamily, enjoying the praise and attention.
They woke two hours later, regretting the fact they didn't wipe themselves down but thanking themselves in the long term because that just meant showering together. Kurt's parents were away on their long awaited honeymoon they never took last year, and Finn was staying at Rachel's. That meant the two had the whole house to themselves for the weekend. It was times like this, when Kurt scrubbed Blaine's skin delicately with some mango exfoliator, that Blaine wondered why they weren't boyfriends. Considering the way Kurt ran his wet hands down Blaine's body, so full of care and, dare he say, love, Blaine just wanted to get down on one knee. He didn't though, he didn't say anything at all, just enjoyed the way Kurt took care of him.
Whilst Blaine watched Kurt make his favourite pancakes, clad in only an apron and a pair of Calvin Klein's, he felt a painful twang in his heart. In the past few weeks, Blaine had started to fall even more in love with Kurt, especially witnessing such a domestic scene as this one. Kurt was singing along softy to the radio as he prepared the batter, whisking the mixture like a pro. It made Blaine think about the future. If Kurt wasn't planning on having Blaine as his boyfriend, then they definitely didn't have a future. But Blaine just couldn't imagine his life without him.
"-aine" He heard faintly, "Blaine"
"What?" Blaine said, registering the fact Kurt was waving a wooden spoon in his face.
"Are you alright?" Kurt asked, going back to his whisking with a deep frown, "You've been acting weird lately"
"I, uh-"
Blaine considered telling Kurt the truth, that he was deeply madly in love with him. It would be so easy for Blaine to just say it. Except it wasn't. If Blaine confessed his love for Kurt, he risked losing the best thing that ever happened to him and he didn't think his feelings were worth it. Up to now, he had been okay with their friends-but-more-than-friends-with-benefits situation. However, he didn't know how much longer his heart could cope.
"Is it because I got detention again?" Oh, Kurt is speaking again, "I know I said I would stop putting itching powder in the football players jock straps but I'm telling you, Ethan deserved it! He totally ratted me out to Coach Sue for smoking on school grounds and I had to let him know he can't fuck with me"
"Why don't you do boyfriends?" Blaine asked suddenly, biting his lip immediately after, trying to gage Kurt's reaction. No going back now.
Kurt blinked, "We've talked about this Blaine", he sighed heavily in his chest, setting the batter on the side and untying the apron.
"No" Blaine said, "You actually just say "I don't do boyfriends" and then the conversation is finito"
"And your point is?" Kurt replied with a strained voice, lips pursed.
"I just want to know why"
"Because I don't" Kurt raised his voice rather loudly.
Blaine remained in his seat, shocked at how Kurt was shouting at him. He raised his palms up in an "I surrender" gesture before slapping his hands unceremoniously back down on his bare knees.
"Look" Kurt sighed again, this time pinching the bridge of his nose, "I just don't okay, there's nothing to it"
Kurt turned his back to Blaine, focussing on pouring the batter into the pan, a sizzling noise entering their ears as he flicked his wrist, causing the batter to create a perfect circle. Blaine studied Kurt for a moment. His shoulders were tensed, he could see it in the way his back muscles moved under his skin. Usually Blaine would drop it, sensing Kurt's distress. But this time, he wasn't satisfied with his reply.
"I think I deserve to know why" He said carefully, chewing the inside of his cheek.
Kurt gripped the side of the counter, knuckles white. He didn't look at Blaine, but with his head facing forward, he opened his mouth.
"In sophomore year" Kurt started, swallowing thickly, "A senior, Michael, started to show interest in me"
Kurt swivelled on his foot, turning to face Blaine with an unreadable expression. Blaine stared into his eyes, silently urging him to continue.
"He was the Quarterback, a real big hot shot by McKinley standards. He was good-looking, broad shoulders, dark skin, a real dreamboat" he chuckled darkly, "After class one day, I noticed him leaning against my car. I remember my heart beating wildly, I couldn't understand why Michael was waiting for me. When I asked him what he was doing, he sheepishly replied that he had noticed me in the hallway a few weeks prior and he had just about plucked up the courage to ask me out. He had said he wasn't out, so he wanted to be discreet about it, but that he would pick me up at 8 tonight if I accepted"
The skank leant against the counter, crossing his ankles over one another and wringing his hands together. A nervous habit, Blaine noted.
"I did, of course, accept his offer. I couldn't quite believe that I was going on a date with McKinley's most popular boy. He bought me dinner and we chatted. He seemed so kind and I enjoyed his company, so we started going out more and more. After a few weeks of seeing each other, we had sex. I had previously mentioned to him that I had no sexual experience and that I wanted to take things slow, but I could tell Michael was starting to pull away from me so I thought by sleeping with him that he would be interested again."
Kurt shrugged in a defeated way, looking so small and almost child-like. Blaine's heart ached at the sight, wanting nothing more than to take the taller boy in his arms and tell him to stop talking. He didn't though, he needed to know.
"I woke up the next morning and he was gone. I assumed that he left because we had school the next day and he hadn't brought any of his school stuff with him. Boy was I wrong." He paused, "I went to school that morning and everybody was whispering. I was confused; they were whispering and looking at me. I opened my locker to find a copy of a story Jacob ben Israel's blog had been shoved into my locker. I remember smoothing out the crinkles of the paper and then feeling completely winded, like the air had been knocked out of me, as I read the headline"
Blaine sucked in a breath, not liking where this was going.
"I can't remember the headline exactly, I don't remember much of that week at all. But, turns out that the football team had put Michael up to it. It was all a prank, a sick joke. They thought it would be funny to get the gay kid to fall in love and then break his heart, publicly humiliate him and then spread the word that I was a massive slut that preyed on straight men."
Kurt had spat out the word "slut", causing Blaine to wince.
"I ran down the hallway and found Michael at his locker with one of the cheerios. When I asked him about what all this was, he simply said "I don't do boyfriends" before putting his arm around the cheerleader's shoulders and walking off"
The skank's eyes began to swim with tears, but he didn't let them fall. Instead, a sour look crossed his face, showing how angry he was.
"A cried solidly for a week straight. I was so devasted by what had happened and I felt used. I was labelled a whore. One day though, somebody had called me a skank. I guess the name stuck because that was the turning point for me. I died my hair, completely changed my luck, started acting out. After I punched Azimio for throwing my lunch away, nobody fucked with me afterwards. No whispers, no name-calling, just fear. It was nice to be left alone"
By this point, Kurt had his back to Blaine again. He was whisking a new batter up, albeit violently, having burnt the other pancake. Blaine felt awful, he couldn't imagine finding out that somebody wasn't who you thought they were. Now, he understood exactly why Kurt "didn't do boyfriends"; he didn't want his heart broken again.
Kurt had taken a while to be his true self when he was with Blaine. At first, Kurt was very good at keeping up his skank persona, and it was a persona, in front of Blaine. He would make crude comments, tell him he was only in it for "Blaine's ass" and that he should stay away. Blaine knew that there was something that had made him this way. The way he held his hand, the way he sung him to sleep, the way he listened to Blaine like he was the only one in the room, Blaine couldn't help but see him for the person he really is. Just a heartbroken boy looking for an escape.
Blaine stood from his seat, stretching his seized up muscles before padding over to where Kurt was stood. Once close enough, Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's hips, loving the way the boy's silky skin felt under his callous fingertips. Kurt sagged against the smaller boy, relaxing his back into Blaine's chest. Blaine was also only wearing his boxers and he shivered involuntary at the contact. He placed a small kiss into the middle of Kurt's shoulder blades, rubbing the pad of his thumb rhythmically against his left hip bone.
"You trust me, don't you" Blaine whispered, so close that Kurt could feel his lips moving against his back,
"Yeah" The boy replied after a beat,
"Then let me show you" Blaine tugged gently on the hip he was stroking, prompting Kurt to face him, "Kurt I- I can't go on like this. I can show you what it's like to be loved, I know I can."
Blaine worried his lip between his teeth, gazing into Kurt's eyes trying to convey how sincere has. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands in his and squeezed them gently. Kurt let out a shaky breath, looking down at the smaller boy.
"I won't break your heart, I'll heal it"
Kurt brought his hands out of Blaine's and instead, placed one on either side of Blaine's face. Blaine melted into the delicate touch instantly, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheek against the inside of Kurt's palm. After a moment, Blaine felt Kurt tugging his face towards is and without opening his eyes, he puckered his lips, knowing what Kurt wanted. The kiss was dry and chaste, over within a second but full of hope.
"Okay" Kurt murmured.
If Kurt didn't think that Blaine's smile was the most beautiful thing, then he was wrong. Blaine was always so animated and his dazzling, all-teeth smile lit up his whole face.
"Soooo" Blaine said, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice, "we're a thing?"
"We're a thing" Kurt confirmed.
The deal was sealed with a kiss.