A/N: Hi! Sorry for the amount of time it took for this to update, I've been super busy Hope you all had a good Christmas/new year. Hope you like this chapter, I know it's a little choppy and might not make much sense right now but bare with it- it should work out soon...hopefully...Enjoy!
Ultraviolet-Chapter 4
"Finn! I fucking swear to god, tell me why you hate each other so much?!" he was still being hesitant, and quite frankly it was annoying me to no end. He just continued to sit in the passenger seat looking around cautiously as if he was waiting for some kind of monster to jump out on him. He reached over and locked the doors whilst I sat in the driver's seat, waiting for answers.
"I'm not driving until I get some god damn answers!"
He shuddered a little and burst out with it.
"He's crazy!"
"Um...Finn? That's a little vague, don'tcha think? Now how about you give me some real answers?!"
"He's just-he's really, really weird. I dunno, we were in the gym..."
I paused and waited for him to continue his story which he had no intention of finishing any time soon without a little push in the right direction.
"...you were in the gym?"
"Oh! Um, we we're in the gym earlier, just me and him. He was-h-he was boxing."
I almost flailed right there and then, images started popping into my head un-intentionally of sweaty angry masculine Blaine...I had to shake myself out of it in order for me to catch the rest of Finn's mumbles. "He- I wasn't even looking at him! He was angry about something and his punches were making the punch bag nearly fall off the hinges!" Finn protested, I half wondered what Blaine could have been so angry about. "He asked me what I was looking at and he looked like he was about to kill someone, he had like-really dark black, angry eyes" He bit his lip in worry, continuously looking round with caution. "He looked evil-o-or possessed, or something" he bit his lip and glanced at the steering wheel.
"Can we leave now please?"
I just nodded silently, reaching down to make the car roar to life, even the sound of the purring engine made Finn jump out of his skin; I considered laughing at him and telling him to stop worrying so much, but I saw his face and realised the sincerity of the situation. Finn was never scared of anything, regardless of his height; he never let anyone look down on him, in fact he is quite protective of both me and Rachel at times.
The majority of the rest of the drive was spent in silence. I refused to believe that any of this was a big deal, I mean so what? Blaine looked at Finn and got a little angry when he realised he was staring at him, that isn't as bad as Finn was making out. I decided that there must be more to the story than that, something my brother wasn't telling me. For now though, I refused to believe it was anything serious, and if it came to confrontation between Blaine and Finn, we would cross that bridge when we came to it. For now though, I tried to focus on the road instead of drooling over a supposedly shirtless Blaine angrily slamming his fists into the punch bag, imagining how the muscles in his arms must roll and tense whilst the emotion of pure rage and anger was permanently printed on his face.
The light was unbearably bright; it burned through my flesh and continuously flashed, hypnotising and slow. Images gradually began to piece together, though only in small moments of time, between the flashes of the burning light, different scenes began to register in my view. The first, a crowded hallway in McKinley. The second, Finn's bedroom. The third, an unknown room. The fourth, my basement converted bedroom. The images began to flash quicker now, almost merging together before they came to a complete halt, and my vision was frozen on the first image of the hallway. I was vaguely aware of the passing people in front of me whilst I stood at my locker, but my attention was immediately drawn to a certain spot, and my head was almost glued in position, not allowing my gaze to be diverted. I realised at once that in the spot I was looking at, a pair of dark eyes were staring right back at me, boring into mine. Before I could piece anything together, the second scene played in my mind and I was walking into my front door, and up to Finn's room. My feet were bare, strange, I could of sworn I had just come home from school...ignoring the bizarre thoughts, I stared down at my feet as they dragged my body up the stairs and faced me in front of Finn's white bedroom door. My head was forced upwards to look at my hand that reached towards the handle; I entered his room without knocking only to see my older brother asleep on the bed, although his chest wasn't quite moving. Stepping closer, I found that nothing was quite the way it seemed, things were out of place in his room, almost as if someone had been inside and moved things around. Finn had black marks all over his face and down his arms, he looked burnt. I had a few seconds to realise that imprinted on one side of his face was a long handprint, fingers that spread across his face and fingernails that had dug in, charcoal coloured prints, looking as though they had smothered him whilst he lay there, peaceful and innocent. I barely had a chance to register anything before the third scene swung around and I was catapulted into this small box-like room, the walls of which were closing in on me, my throat getting much more tighter and drier as I struggled to breath. My hands clasped to my throat as I was engulfed in the vastly disappearing walls, only to fall into darkness, also falling back into the familiar scene of my bedroom. There was no light, as it was expected, I was tucked into bed and trying to get to sleep when my door swung open at the top of my stairs, I could see the rectangle of light from my bed, and I watched as a figure stepped into the spotlight, making its way down the stairs tortuously slow. In a fluid movement so fast I didn't even realise it had happened, the dark figure was at the end of my bed, glowing red eyes staring right at me threatening to slash open my skin and rip me apart shred by shred. It lifted a hand and I recognised the fingers matched the same handprints that were tattooed on my brother's face mere moments ago. All of a sudden it was jumping towards me, reaching for my face with its long sharp fingernails, crimson eyes turning even darker as I screamed. The vision of darkness came just as quickly, I had a feeling I had been punched or passed out, that would explain the soaring thumping pain I felt in my head and the wetness I felt dripping down my face. My screams from earlier still echoed in the room and I wondered absent-mindedly where the demon-like creature had scarpered off to. I let the sound of my own screams fill my ears as I slipped into unconsciousness, a silky voice whispering my name at the last instance "Kurt", I fell into a deep abyss. All fears gone, replaced with silence...
I awoke in a cold sweat, shivering and shaking in my room, what the hell was that? I jolted upwards and snapped my eyes to the end of my bed immediately. No, don't be silly Kurt, there is no demon in your room... I shifted uncomfortably in my bed and the images of Finn from my nightmare began to fill my mind. Shit, what if... I half-ran to my step-brother's bedroom, clasping the handle and pushing the door until I saw him hanging off the bed on his back, mouth wide open and snoring as per usual. I couldn't help but smile to myself at that image, he's such a typical boy I shook my head and trudged back to my room, it seemed to be colder than before as I clambered down the stairs, but I decided it was probably because I had rushed out of the warmth of my bed to check my brother hadn't been eaten alive or something like that. I rolled my eyes and climbed back in to bed, my alarm clock reading 3:34 AM. I impatiently waited for sleep to come, but my mind was oddly fixated on my surreal nightmare as the thoughts floated around my head. Why was it so out of the blue? And why was Finn involved? Surely it couldn't be-no...It couldn't have been anything to do with Blaine, could it? I laughed at myself, Kurt just shut up, Blaine is not a demon. Just the mention of his name inside my head had triggered a whole dreamy obsessive swirl of memories of his perfect face, unusual style, loud music and his rough, sex-god voice.
Why is life so hard? Seriously? I would've thought that Karofsky would back off by now, especially after the little scene that Blaine caused, he was obviously embarrassed that someone had finally stood up to him; but why the hell was he still being a complete and utter idiot? I rubbed my hand on the increasing ache that was beginning to appear on the back of my shoulder from the contact with the hard metal of the lockers. The bell for class had already gone, but my locker was directly next to my first class, so I didn't make any move to rush into English. I kept the door of my locker open for a little while longer, my gaze diverted to the pictures that were stuck into corners of the metal frame. I felt a smile tug at my lips as I reminisced to myself. Turning around to find the corridors empty, I decided it was time to get to class, hitching the strap of my messenger bag on my shoulder a little higher and trying to contain the wince that was caused by the pain that still throbbed; an annoying reminder of the encounter with my bully just a few minutes ago as he passed, shoving me forcefully before strutting around the corner, followed by a gang of jocks.
The silence in the hallway reminded me further that I needed to get myself to class where I would be continuously annoyed by Puckerman, who would obviously carry on with his usual routine of daydreaming for half of the lesson and then nudging me when he came back to reality, confused and asking what the hell we had to do. Not that I ever listen to Mrs Stone anyway, there's no point considering; One, I probably know half of it already, and Two, I can't even understand her incoherent mumbles that constitute as an 'explanation' to the work we've been set, Three, I mostly spent the majority of the lesson daydreaming about Blaine anyway...
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud yawn and the ringing of electric guitars and drum solos, screaming that barely represented singing that was bleeding from a pair of headphones; and the click of heels as Blaine Anderson's boot clad feet trudged down the empty hallways. It's ridiculous how quickly my heart beat fastened at just the sound of his familiar yet dreadful music which represented the boy I had been ogling for the past few days. He lifted his tired gaze to my frozen figure, I was stood contemplating whether to greet him or walk away shamefully into class with my tail between my legs. A lazy, friendly smile dragged up the corners of his mouth before he yawned again and came to a stop outside a classroom, glancing sideways into the window, of which I assumed was his class. Instead of walking in as I thought he would, he turned on his heels and began to walk in my direction.
He couldn't seem to stop yawning and I noticed the deep circles under his eyes as he got closer, I wondered idly why he was always so late to school and why he always seemed to be so tired all the time. I watched shyly as he turned the dial once on his locker and then slammed his fist on the lock, making it spring open; I'd seen him do that strange locker opening sequence before and wondered why he got the unfortunate dodgy locker. Realising I must look incredibly stupid just stood staring at him as he rifled through his bag and then reached into his locker, I turned on the spot and took a few steps, reaching for the handle of my classroom door.
"Mornin Kurt"
I turned before opening the door, eyebrows raised as Blaine nodded his head lazily at me, his adorable sleepy smile tugging at his lips again before he turned back to his locker, releasing a loud yawn that echoed down the hall. And although Ididn't get enough sleep last night (due to my horrible and confusing nightmare)-I clearly wasn't the only one.
"Good morning Blaine" I smiled, blushing slightly for no reason whatsoever. I inwardly cursed myself for being so shy around him. He looked as though he was about to say something but whatever that was, was soon interrupted by yet another yawn as he groaned and let his head fall forward, resting his forehead on the cool metal. "I see someone didn't get much sleep last night" I chuckled nervously, unsure of what else to say to break the silence.
"Mhm" he agreed, before turning his head slightly to look in my direction, still resting on the lockers.
"Who invented school?" he groaned before pulling his head away and closing his locker tentatively without locking it.
"Erm," I tried to come up with some sort of coherent answer, confusing myself in my head and over-thinking things, I don't know who the hell invented school!? Is he joking or does he want a serious answer? "I don't know, sorry" Oh god, I am so hopelessly confused and in-experienced when it comes to boys. I bit my lip hopelessly and lifted my gaze to his.
He looked at me with a bewildered expression for a second before scoffing and I watched as a huge smile lit up his face. "I didn't expect you to" he slammed his fist on his locker to close it and zipped up his bag before tossing it over his shoulder casually. "But whoever did invent it, he's a fucking asshole"
I nearly flailed at the boy cursing in his incredibly sexy ragged and rough voice, but I seemed to reply with a squeaky laugh.
"So..." he continued and I couldn't help but wish I could spend all day with this angel, I just wanted to talk about everything and anything with him-I wanted to know him. "Finn Hudson's your step-brother, right?" I noticed how his gaze tightened and his voice hardened slightly and I shifted uncomfortably on the spot.
"Uh yeah, ha- funny how that works out, huh?" I answered awkwardly and wondered why the hell I even bothered talking to this insanely hot guy, who was currently, dressed in-hello? The tightest jeans in the freaking world and a dark scruffy t-shirt that had some sort of rock band (I assumed)'s name printed on it, accompanied with his trademark worn leather jacket. He narrowed his eyes slightly and then laughed without humour.
"He doesn't seem to like me very much" he shrugged, and then smiled as I shrugged my shoulders back in return at him and offered him my kindest most clueless smile when I was stuck for words on what to say.
"Well, I better get to class I suppose" he stated glumly, rolling his eyes (something that I do quite often, we are obviously soul mates, no Kurt, just shut up and stop getting ahead of yourself here) "If I wanna stay in this school without getting kicked out then I guess I should start getting to lessons a little earlier" he shrugged his shoulders again and licked his lips. I tried my hardest not to dwell on the tantalizing way his pink wet tongue swiped quickly over his plump lips-mm, I wonder what boys' lips taste like...
"Plus I don't wanna keep you from your lessons," he continued, smiling slightly as he realised I had gotten distracted. I lowered my head a little to cover the blush that came with the embarrassment of being caught staring at Blaine's lips. Blaine's fucking perfect kissable lips. "Although you already seem to be waltzing in late all the time in history class" he grinned at me. I realised we always seemed to arrive at Mr. Shepherd's door at the same time each morning that we had History, regardless of how late we both were, and we would both stand in the doorway being shouted at for 5 minutes and rolling our eyes at him until he shut up and continued with the actual lesson.
"Yeah well that teacher hates me anyway, I might as well take up the opportunity to piss him off" I stated nonchalantly, he seemed shocked at my language, but then a wicked grin crept up onto his face as he nodded understandingly, winked and then patted my shoulder. I would have totally been screaming inside at his fucking wink, if I hadn't been too focused on trying not to wince too noticeably because the pain from Karofsky's shove was really starting to kick in. Blaine didn't seem to notice though as he pulled his huge headphones back over one ear which were still screaming as he yawned again, smiling sleepily at me and raising a hand to wave cutely goodbye (which made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy) before making his way back to his classroom and wrenching the door open. I could vaguely make out the sound of Mr. Schuester's voice rising at Blaine before the door swung shut and I prepared myself for the abuse from my teacher as I reached for the door handle hesitantly.
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"I don't know Kurt, I just don't think I need a man at the minute" Mercedes was innocently trying to shrug off the fact that she was hopelessly lonely when it came to boys, of course-I was too, but I was trying to sort out Mercedes' love life without drawing attention to my non-existent one...
"Come on! We both know how lonely you are, what about that Anthony guy that you were talking to in class the other day?" I suggested, moving along the lunch line and letting the lunch lady pile some disgusting looking slop onto my plate. I looked over to Mercedes who was eyeing the tots, her grin growing bigger as she tried to block out my questions. I sighed and rolled my eyes at her, walking away holding on to my tray as I left her asking for more tots from the lunch lady. Something caught my eye from across the canteen hall, a group of red-jacketed jocks walking in a huddle towards an occupied table in the far corner. They approached the flirty cheerleaders and many began to mingle with each other, most of the coupled pairings kissing sloppily and almost sucking each other's faces off whilst others just sat close or cheerleaders sat on the football players laps. Yet there was one jock on his own, he looked sort of angry just staring off into the distance; hovering around the table and looking glumly and aimlessly around the canteen. Dave Karofsky.
"Hey Kurt, where did you go? I was talking and you just walked off, boo!" I was vaguely aware of Mercedes who was stood next to me now, holding her tray next to mine, she must have followed my direction of view because she was now sighing and linking her arm into mine and pulling me softly away, diverting my gaze from the lonely angered and somewhat troubled jock.
Too busy engrossed in my over-analysing of karofsky's mood, I managed to bump into someone, clipping their shoulder with my tray, I looked up, wincing slightly in hope that it wasn't a jock...Phew. Wait, hold on a second-was that...Oh. Fuck.
"Oh, hey Kurt" Blaine smiled his gorgeous breath-taking fucking perfect smile at me, he looked less tired than earlier, and a little more laid back as he balanced a tray on one hand and held his beaten up old black notebook in the other, his bag strap falling slightly down the arm of his leather jacket.
"Hey" I blushed nervously-why the hell does this boy always cause this reaction from me? Every single time. I was aware of Mercedes nudging me slightly to remind me to carry on the conversation instead of daydreaming, "Um, so what are you uh, doing here?" What?! That's the best thing you could come up with?! My brain was screaming at me, reminding me of things I already knew. Shut the fuck up I inwardly hissed before lifting my embarrassed gaze back to Blaine who had lifted an eyebrow and a smirk was set on his lips.
"Um, well...this is the canteen?" he let out an almost nervous chuckle before looking me up and down, taking a messy bite of his apple and then twirling on his heels on the smooth floor, beginning to walk away. He turned to take one last look at me before his lips rose into an almost seductive smile and spun his tray around on his fingertips, calling casually back over his shoulder "Later Kurt"
I had been in shock (and embarrassment) ever since he first opened his mouth to greet me, but now I was somehow frozen or stuck to the floor- Despite the sound of Mercedes squealing beside me, all other sounds had disappeared as I watched Blaine walk away; stuffing the rest of his lunch in his pockets or compartments in his bag and dumped his tray on the side before leaving the canteen, backpack straps hanging low on his elbows as he attacked the apple with his teeth.
"Oh-my-god" Mercedes was gasping, gripping onto my biceps and shaking me silly until I broke out from my hazy daydream. "He was totally checking you out, Kurt!"
"What? Don't-what, Mercedes! No he was not!" I spluttered helplessly, but she just chose to ignore me and dragged me to the glee club's table, forcing me down into a seat whilst I remained in shock.
"Jesus, Kurt-are you blind?! Of course he was!" she was shaking me again, realising that whatever she said I simply wouldn't allow myself to believe it-admittedly I didn't know much about boys, and Mercedes probably knew a lot more than me even though neither of us had had boyfriends before; but that didn't stop me from not believing a single word she was saying to me.
"Of course who was what?" Quinn questioned as she sat down next to Santana and Artie.
"Kurt was only just getting eye fucked by the new guy!"
"Mercedes!" I protested, Blaine was not 'eye fucking' me... and even if he was-which he wasn't then I wouldn't dwell on it...it probably meant nothing...
"Really? My little gay is growing up! He got his first eye fuck from a guy! Yay! I'm so proud I might just start crying proud mama tears!" Santana clapped her hands, pretended to wipe her eyes and smiled waay too much at me whilst I sunk into the chair and hung my head.
"He was not eye fucking me! He just looked at me!" I looked down, spearing my food with my fork.
"Hold up-who even is this guy?" Artie decided to join in, holding up a hand like he always did when he 'preached'.
"Blaine Anderson" I mumbled.
Suddenly the table fell silent, even Tina and Mike had stopped their own conversation at the mention of his name and Puck had pulled off his headphones and was looking at me strangely. I looked around cautiously, all eyes were on me, and Santana's were especially boring into mine with narrowed eyes and an investigative expression.
"You're friends with Anderson?"
"Um, yeah-I guess you could call us friends"
"Hold up-are you fucking? Cause if you're not frie-"
"No!" I interrupted before she could go any further, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
"Well, if you aren't fuck buddies then why else would Anderson be friends with you?" Santana wondered aloud, tilting her head slightly and waiting for my answer.
"W-well, I don't know-we just talk. He stood up to Karofsky for me when he was bullying me in class the other day" I mumbled, what the hell did they expect me to say? To be quite honest I had no clue why the most gorgeous guy in school stopped to talk to me, and why the hell he protected me so much; I mean I barely even know him, so why is he so persistent?
"Hmm..." Santana let her gaze drift to Puck's as they held the same wondering expression, Puck shook his head and shrugged his shoulders after a while and Santana turned back to me. "Well, if he was eye fucking you then firsts of all, you are very fucking lucky" I blushed harder if that was even possible. I felt silly for getting so reactive over all of this, but I couldn't help but swoon every time I pictured his perfect face in my mind. "Second, what the hell did you do to have the school's resident badass following you like a lost puppy?"
"School's resident badass?" I lifted an eyebrow, not quite believing my ears.
"Oh come on Hummel, catch up. Yesterday he slushied Karofsky, he shows up late to every fucking lesson without apology, he told Mr. Schue to 'chill the fuck out' this morning. As far as badasses go, he's number one, even above Puck."
"Hey!" Puck protested from the corner, folding his arms.
"Well would you get on the wrong side of the curly haired midget?" Santana folded her arms in return, glancing at Puck.
"Uhm-no I guess not," Santana was smirking at Puck's weakness like it was some sort of game. "I mean look at him! I saw him boxing after school yesterday and he was like an animal! He's a hard dude!" Puck protested in return.
"That's true-he was completely out of control. Something must have pissed him off for him to punch that hard" Mike joined in, nodding in agreement with Puck.
All of this was just too much to process, and my earlier conversation with Finn was still lingering my mind when Puck mentioned seeing Blaine box. How come everyone got to see him boxing except for me? I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. And what the fuck- Blaine slushied Karofsky!? I refused to believe that, maybe Blaine was badder than I originally thought; and it was turning me on like hell. I squirmed in my chair and tried to push the thoughts of Blaine to the back of my mind just as the bell went. I tried to stand without drawing attention to the obvious bulge in my pants, and took a detour before class to the bathroom to re-arrange myself.
I was stuck behind a gossiping group of slowly walking cheerleaders that I couldn't get past to head to the bathroom. I sighed and decided that I would just be late to class as usual, it was only French-and I knew everything in that class already. Some of the cheerleaders' conversation begin to drift into my hearing range, it wasn't really eavesdropping if I couldn't escape from listening-was it?
"So are you going to Club Dagger tonight? I heard there's a new band in town, and my cousin says that every guy in the band is single apart from one-and apparently they're all drop dead gorgeous" a blonde girl was handing a girl with brown hair some sort of purple leaflet with the details of the club on and the names, dates, and times of the bands that would be playing that night.
"What's the name of the band?" the brunette girl questioned, squinting at the list of band names.
"I think it's War- something, I dunno, warblers? Or..."
I watched the brunette scan the list of names, before prodding at one with her finger and suggesting a name, "Dalton warbler rejects?"
"Yeah! That's it"
I managed to push past them eventually, leaning my side onto the bathroom door and entering, looking around to check for anyone before reaching into my jeans and attempting to re-arrange the stupid bulge that was seemingly refusing to disappear.
After a quick stop to the toilets, (realising the bulge simply wasn't leaving anytime soon) I just whined and dragged myself to class with my head hanging. Oh shit, Blaine is in my next class-fuck fuck fuck! My realisation made me walk faster, hopefully I could beat Blaine to class-that wouldn't be hard considering he was always late. I swung around the door frame only to notice that class hadn't even properly started yet; although no one was sat at their desks, probably because the teacher hadn't arrived yet. A group of cheerleaders were sat on tables talking about something, in fact there seemed to be quite a lot of groups of people sat on tables and chairs talking eagerly to each other...did I miss something?
I walked around the cheerleaders to my seat, noticing that fuck, Blaine was already there, lounging lazily on his chair, and feet spread out in front of him, ankles crossed whilst he drummed his pen onto his black beaten notebook. He wore an entertained grin on his face as he listened to other's conversations. I avoided eye contact with him because of the growing problem in my jeans that had definitely increased from noticing the way Blaine's ripped t-shirt was drooping just right...showing lots of his tanned skin just perfectly while he just sat there with his stupid little perfect smirk on his face...
I collapsed into my seat, also picking up on everyone's conversations around me. Almost every conversation I heard seemed to involve this new band in some way, shape or form. Everyone was talking about it, and I couldn't help but notice how insanely big Blaine's grin was, how was it not taking up his whole face? Miss Ashley finally arrived and began to drone on about some kind of artistic nonsense that I wasn't even bothered about. Art was not one of my strongest subjects shall we say... the closest thing to an 'artistic masterpiece' I have ever done is two stickmen holding hands underneath a smiley sun and a crayola coloured heart...
Miss eventually let us go, reminding us that we had Art first lesson tomorrow, yaaay I sarcastically cheered inside my head. I'm beginning to wonder why I ever chose Art as an option. I filed out of class, taking my normal routes to my next lesson to avoid the jocks, and sat through another lesson daydreaming of Blaine. Everyone was talking about this club in that lesson too, I was getting fed up of hearing about it until the end of day bell finally rang and I dragged myself to glee club, only to collapse in the nearest chair possible. I enjoyed the few seconds of silence as I realised I was the first one there, letting my eyes droop closed until I heard the sound of footsteps and Santana's voice fill the room.
"-I'm jus sayin, there might be some hot looking dudes at this club, and I'm all for hooking up with one of those sexy band members"
I groaned internally. What the hell is so special about this god damn club?!
"I don't know Santana," Mercedes voice replied as the footsteps got closer to me, I heard them sink into the chairs around me and Tina must have noticed how I curled up on the chair; because when I opened my eyes to find her sitting next to me, she reached out to lift my legs and place them on her lap, whilst Mercedes did the same to my head, neither of them taking their eyes away from the conversation. I let my eyes close again, just listening to their voices as I lay horizontally across Tina and Mercedes. "I just think we're already losers, and from the amount of talk I've heard around school today about this place, it sounds to me like the whole school is going, even the cheerleaders and the jocks." She continued.
I felt myself stiffen at the last word, I had no idea why but just the thought of Karofsky made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Mercedes must have noticed my discomfort as she absent-mindedly began to stroke her palms along my biceps in attempt to calm me. I heard more footsteps and the sound of squeaky wheels approach and decided that the rest of the glee club had arrived without me even opening my eyes to see them.
"Oh who cares, we'll be too drunk to notice-its about time us 'losers' had some fun around here!"
"Oh are you talking about Club Dagger's band opening night tonight?" of course it would be Puck, here to back Santana up and persuade people to come along.
"Yeah! These losers are trying to find themselves excuses not to come along"
I opened my eyes to see Puck narrowing his eyes at us, before turning to me and prodding me in the side. Puck and I had become quite a bit closer than we used to be, recently, it was nice to be friends with 'one of the boys' especially when Puck didn't mind sticking up for me for anything (not that I needed protecting mind you, I have my own personal bodyguard for that) I resisted waggling my eyebrows and began to wriggle when Puck continued poking me.
"Oi Hummel, don't think you're getting out of this-we need to find you a man"
"He's already got a man, he's fucking Anderson remember?" Santana chimed in, causing me to sit straight up in my seat, leaning forward past Tina to glare at her.
"We aren't fucking each other!" I tried not to blush, but everyone else in the club had turned to listen to our conversation, staring at my face.
"Yeah yeah, well, anyway-what if Anderson is at this little club tonight eh? He'll probably turn up and start drinking, you can wait until he's completely out of it and then you can interrupt for some kind of hot gay grinding session on the dance floor with him"
I was so so soo grateful for Mr. Schue to walk in at that moment, effectively cutting off whatever else Santana was planning to say. I still felt the heat building in my cheeks from thinking of me and Blaine 'grinding' into each other on the dance floor, and I had to admit, it did seem pretty hot. I'd come to realise how vivid my imagination could actually be this past week, I mean, first these obsessive dreams, and isn't it enough that I can't keep my mind off him during lessons either? Now I could just imagine, Blaine stood there underneath the pulsing lights looking fucking stunning in his ripped clothes and leather jacket, staring at me with those gorgeous dark and lustful, hazel eyes. The sound of someone clearing their throat coming from the doorway as Mr. Schue droned on interrupted me from my wild imagination.
However, I didn't have to imagine for too long because surely enough, the very same boy was soon stood directly in front of me. Others turned to see Blaine leaning against the doorframe, clad in the tightest jeans in the world hugging his toned legs, ripped material drooping down from his shirt and scratched rough leather sleeves rolled up to his elbows over the top. He was the pure image of sex, and some sort of hint of rock and roll. He wore an obvious smirk on his face at interrupting Mr. Schuester, according to Santana, he and Blaine had not seen eye to eye recently in their Spanish class...Anyway, I tried to ignore the way his grin didn't falter, and how his eyes scanned our crowd of misfits before locking with mine, his grin only growing larger.
"Erm, what do you want Blaine? I'm trying to teach here, isn't it enough that you interrupt my lessons that you have to interrupt my glee club too?"
"Relax old man," Blaine gritted his teeth slightly, pulling out some kind of toothpick to chew on before continuing, his eyes still locked with mine. "I aint here to see you" He glared quickly at the teacher before turning his attention back to me, his eyes looked hungry and lustful, I could see them glowing with want from over the classroom. "I'm here for Kurt" he finally admitted, shifting his shoulder slightly from where it leaned uncomfortably on the wooden door frame and throwing his toothpick on the floor out in the hallway somewhere. Wait, me? ME? Am I dreaming? Every head turned to me, and then back to Blaine, then back to me again. I could practically feel Mercedes bouncing next to me on her chair, Santana raising her eyebrows in disbelief.
Before I knew it, Finn was springing to his feet, being the over-protective brother he is.
"No! Mr. Schue, don't let him talk to Kurt! He's nothing but trouble" The clumsy giant protested.
I was sure I heard Blaine growl from where he was stood, averting his gaze to Finn, "You aren't his mother you know, relax sweetie, I'm not gonna steal him away" Blaine smirked and earned a few chuckles from the group, I guessed they were most likely to be from Santana and Puck. Finn just sat back in his seat, a little shocked and I let my eyes wander to Mr. Schue who was stood with a disapproving frown on his face.
"Mr. Schue?" I asked, biting my lip.
He contemplated, looking between me and Blaine and then sighed. "Fine, go on, but not for long Kurt-we have a new assignment that we need to go through" he tapped his foot almost impatiently, already glancing at the clock as I sprung to my feet to join a grinning Blaine in the door way. He leaned over me (oh my god I almost died from the pure smell of sex that dripped off him) to pull the door handle closed before turning back to me, a smile on his face still.
"Hey" he sighed, looking happy to finally get me alone.
"Hi" I laughed, crinkles appearing in the corners of my eyes. I was desperately trying to not seem bothered about all of this, but in all honesty...I was freaking out. I mean, what did Blaine want? Why had he come to glee club after school just to talk to me? What could have been so important that he just had to talk to me about it?
"You okay? Your little glee club gets a little protective in there" he laughed, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.
"Oh, no I'm fine. I have quite a few protective friends" I didn't even realise what I'd said before it came tumbling out of my mouth-and Blaine had seemed to catch on, if the way he was looking at me curiously was any indication. I just held my breath and smiled helplessly until he laughed and shook his head.
"That's good then. Well, I'm sure you're wondering why I'm stealing you from glee club, ey?"
"Uhm yeah, that was my first question" I laughed nervously.
"Well," he took a step forward, (I almost died) "I was wondering, you see-there's this new club opening tonight, I don't know whether you've heard about it?"
"How could I not hear about it? the whole school seems to be talking about it" he grinned that silly adorable little smile he had printed on his face in Art class earlier when he was eavesdropping and I felt my knees threatening to buckle and collapse.
"Well you see, I'm kind of...going, tonight. Um, with a few friends. I was wondering if you wanted to meet me there, maybe get a few drinks or something..? I dunno. I mean if you aren't busy-or..." He suggested, shrugging his shoulders and shoving his hands into his pockets to make it seem like he wasn't bothered. His eyes were fixed on his feet as he scuffed his shoe against the unpolished floor.
I tried to hide the fact that I was literally about to explode into fits of either giggles, screams or cries in any second now. But-being the mature young adult I am (yeah right) I held it in, and pretended to think about it for a minute, acting as though I had tons of stuff to do on a Friday night and I was simply mentally scanning my diary before squeaking out a tiny "sure".
If the un-faltering 100 watt smile he lifted his head and shone in my direction was any indication that he was pleased, I don't know what was. We laughed together nervously before he continued.
"Well, you can bring some of your mates if you like; I'm bringing some of mine from my...old school. It would be cool if we could meet up" he smiled and swung his bag round from his shoulders, unzipping it and pulling out a familiar purple leaflet I had saw the cheerleaders showing to each other after lunch earlier on today. He smiled a little shyly before pressing it into my hand.
"Yeah sure, I'll bring some of my friends." I took the letter and wondered absent-mindedly how the hell I had gotten this far without screaming.
"Well the details of the club and all the bands that are playing are on here" He came to stand next to me, both of us blushing as our shoulders brushed when he reached an arm out to point to the list of band names, Dalton warbler rejects standing out in bold above all of the bands.
"That Dalton one is a new band in town, I've heard they're pretty good" the boy shrugged and smirked to himself. I just nodded to him before glancing back down to the leaflet when he took a step back to stand opposite me, where he was before.
"So you'll come? Tonight at 8?" he asked hopefully, I swore I could have seen him bouncing on his feet just a little.
"Yeah definitely, see you at 8" I breathed out, fingers curling around the paper flier.
"Awesome" he replied breathily, he directed a thumb over his shoulder "Well I best be going but uh, yeah well, um...see ya" he said almost awkwardly before winking at me over his shoulder and walking slowly away down the corridor.
I waited until he was completely around the corner before squealing and jumping around, flapping my arms like some sort of deranged fangirl. After a minute of freaking out, I realised it was almost the end of glee club anyway, but I walked back inside to find everyone chatting (Santana still trying to persuade people to go to club dagger). Most eyes were on me as I drifted towards the group, dropping down into the empty seat next to Santana, looking around slowly before taking a deep breath and looking at the Latina to my left.
"I'm in"
A/N: Ta daaaaaa! Do you get what's happening yet? I sorta hinted a lot this chapter...but don't worry if you haven't figured it out yet. I should have the next chapter up soonish...but I'm still working on Something Beautiful too so I'll have to alternate between the two, plus I have two important GSCE exams this week that I need to revise for (eek!). Thanks for reading! Leave your thoughts/comments!:)
