~VioletCherry342~
Pairing: Kurtofsky, some Seblaine, starts with Klaine but is not a Klaine fic.
Author: VioletCherry342
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Episode 3.05, pretty much an AU after that. Occasional jerk!Blaine, bad language, smuttyness of the Kurtofsky nature...etc. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own, nor do I have any affiliation with Glee...Sadly.
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor
Rating: T. Could become M in later chapters.
Still considering myself Klainofsky, so no flames please :P Not sure I'm any good with Kurtofsky fics just yet.. -I take it back! I'm Kurtofsky, TYVM..
Kurt forced a grin at his boyfriend when he walked into the coffee shop that Saturday, kissing his soft lips when he leaned down to retrieve said action. It's not like he was mad at Blaine - not really - it's just that . . . he was a jealous spot-light whore and he'd desperately wanted to play Tony...or at least someone...not get written off..laughed at..called "Too feminine" only to have the role be stolen by his BOYFRIEND, of all people. Thank you, Artie.
Not to mention, Blaine had been missing their dates lately, and frankly, Kurt was surprised Blaine had come to this meeting at all.
"Hey," Said the dark haired boy, flashing his award-winning, heart melting grin. Kurt's heart fluttered.
"Hey," He replied, somewhat halfheartedly, returning the smile with one of his own, sweet ones.
Blaine noticed almost instantly. "You okay?"
"Fine," He snapped back a little too quickly. "How were the Warblers?"
Blaine looked a bit thrown off by the attitude Kurt showed, but he shrugged it off quickly and replied, "They're great.. They miss 'The Klaine', as they call it."
Kurt snorted. "Well, I doubt they'll all transfer, so they'll have to deal with it."
Blaine chuckled, nodding. "Well, they have a new victim there, so that should tide them over."
Kurt gasped dramatically. "The great Blaine Anderson has already been replaced? The horror!"
Blaine laughed. "Yes, my reign of fame has come to an end.."
"Now you're headed in a New Direction, though," Kurt said, reaching across the table to hold Blaine's hand, which the younger boy snatched up quickly, that boyish grin crossing his face. "So, who came in and tried to stand in my baby's shoes?"
"Hmm?" Blaine asked. "Oh. Uh...His name is Sebastian Smythe. He's kinda flirty..."
"With who? Wes?" Kurt lifted a brow. "No, wait, he's gay? Do they have a pool of who they want in charge or something?"
"I don't know," Blaine said softly, still smiling, cleverly avoiding Kurt's question. But Kurt picked it up.
"He...wasn't flirting with you, was he?"
"Well...Yeah, but..." Kurt retracted his hand when Blaine hesitated, holding it just out of his reach, and Blaine pouted adorably, pleadingly. "Aw, Kurt, no..It didn't matter to me, I promise."
"Then why are you all space cadet?" He asked.
"What?"
"You've been missing our date nights, Blaine," Kurt said, keeping the annoyed expression in place and barely shielding the hurt in his voice.
Blaine shifted. "I'm sorry.."
Those eyes..That face..Kurt internally groaned and set his hand back down over Blaine's, letting his boyfriend relax again.
Why did Blaine look all doe-eyed when he'd said "Sebastian"? Why did the kid have an effect on him? Kurt didn't like that, not at all, and after a few more minutes of small talk he asked, "So, what's he like?"
"Who?"
"Ariel's crab," He verified.
Blaine snorted. "Oh..Well..He's...Meh. He's kind of like Santana; very in-your-face and smug... And he ruined the school uniform, you would've died.."
"I died when I got handed a uniform in the first place." Kurt forced a snicker, not liking how Blaine didn't protest to answering his question about Crab Boy. He also didn't seem to notice the raging jealousy in Kurt's eyes, and that angered him further.
"True.." Blaine smiled. "But you weren't prancing around with your tie loose, shirt undone, with some black wife beater... I'll be shocked if he doesn't get himself thrown out of that school."
"What the hell? Did his parents think it was a rehab?"
Blaine laughed, squeezing Kurt's hand as the taller boys heart melted at the sound.
"Probably...He did sort of smell like smoke."
Smell...? How the hell did Blaine know what this guy smelled like? How close was this guy? Was he flirting or were they friggin' groping here? What the hell!
"Kurt?" Blaine asked when his boyfriend just sat there staring. "Are you okay?"
"Of course," Kurt lied, using his free hand to sip at his coffee. "Why wouldn't I be?"
...oOo...
"Bonne journée, la classe!" Ms. Effie Finch said with her typical IAmSoMuchBetterThanThee tone. David Karofsky rolled his eyes, just trying to duck out of this damned class before he'd be spotted, but he was not that lucky. "Monsieur Karofsky? Un instant s'il vous plaît."
He groaned, glaring at Azimio when he snickered, moving back over by Ms. Finch's desk. "Yo?"
"Comment allez-vous, David?" She asked.
David blinked.
"C'est bien?" She sighed. "Jeune homme, je crains que vous échouez dans mon cours... Et que vous le savez déjà, j'en suis sûr."
"What in the hell are you saying?" David snapped after she continued to blab in a language he really didn't want nor need to understand.
She stared, then spoke in her normal, English, understandable language. "David, you're failing my class, and you know it."
"So what?" He asked, shrugging.
"So what is that if you fail this class, you will be taken off the football team-and it is not my choice!" She lifted a delicate hand when he tried to protest. "It is the choice of Coach Shannon Beiste, and I would appreciate if you respected her wishes."
"You can't kick me off the team," He said desperately. Football was all he had separating him from 'The In-Crowd' and the 'Fat-Asses', like Zizes. And if you think David cares that that's rude, you need your head checked. Sure, Zizes would kick your ass if you said that to her, and she was a badass in her own right, but he really did not like the chick. She cut off Puckerman's balls and wore them around her neck and he didn't even care. It was disgusting. Ugh. "Please.."
"You need to get your grades up, Mr. Karofsky. In a timely fashion. The only thing I can see happening to keep you on football team is a tutor."
"I can't afford a tutor, Ms. Finch," He admitted, biting his lip. Sure, his dad could probably afford twenty seven tutors for every subject, but he already felt like a failure now that he'd been expelled for being a bully, and Paul was sure to point that out every now and again, so he'd be paying for that tutor with the money he didn't have.
She just shrugged. "I do not know what to say..Perhaps ask one of your friends to assist you?"
David sighed; All of his friends were as thick as he was when it came to this language.
He was so screwed.
"Can I go?"
Ms. Finch nodded, and David hightailed it out of there. If he hadn't had his head down, he might not have ran directly into Kurt Hummel.
Soooo...I know I should be updating NJAG but this came to my mind and I figured I should write it down before I forgot..haha So! Please review, because that would be really sweet of you, and I love all my Kurtofsky girls/boys, soooo...Yeah. Haha =]
Back to NJAG.. xD
Oh, and I don't speak a lick of French, so that's all according to Google translate...haha :P
TRANSLATION (GOOGLE-ness, and Anon-Reviewer, angie):
Bonne journée, la classe!
Good day, class!
Monsieur Karofsky? Un instant s'il vous plaît.
Mr. Karofsky? One moment, please.
Comment allez-vous, David?
How are you, David?
C'est bien?
That well?
Jeune homme, je crains que vous échouez dans mon cours... Et que vous le savez déjà, j'en suis sûr.
Young man, I'm afraid you are failing my class... Which you already know, I am sure.
