Rated T: for language, violence, and INTENSE FACE SMUSHING
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea bhind the story. Please don't sue me.
Blaine was woken the next morning by the sound of drawers creaking as they opened and closed rapidly. He had slept over at Kurt's house. Blaine occupied the whole bed; his limbs were stretched out in every direction. He moved his arms around in search of Kurt. When he didn't feel his familiar warmth, he opened his eyes and looked around. Kurt was rifling through the various drawers in his dresser in only his boxers and a t-shirt. His chestnut hair was sticking out every which way and his toothbrush hung loosely out of the side of his mouth.
Blaine let out a disgruntled groan that startled Kurt. He leaned into the bathroom and spit out the toothpaste that was in his mouth, "Sorry honey, I didn't mean to wake you."
Blaine let out another groan in response, burying his face into his pillow.
Kurt walked over and kissed the top of his head, making an over exaggerated kissing noise, "Go back to sleep."
Blaine huffed and lifted his head, "Why are you up so early?" He asked groggily.
"We're going to the fight club today, remember?" Kurt beamed.
Blaine dropped his head again, letting his voice be muffled by the pillow "I try not to."
Kurt disregarded his comment. "I want to look nice for the guys. I need at least two hours to look presentable."
Blaine rolled onto his back in frustration, "But it doesn't start until 6 o'clock pm, not am."
"The early bird gets the worm." Kurt said, waving his toothbrush at Blaine before going back to brushing.
"Yes, but the second mouse gets the cheese." Blaine stated, sticking up his hand to make his point.
"Well not with that attitude." He muttered before disappearing into the bathroom.
Blaine rolled off the bed and stumbled after him. He went into the bathroom and hugged Kurt from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head on his shoulder. Kurt smiled at the action and reached back to hug him as well. He rinsed his mouth, and then looked at Blaine through the mirror.
"So tell me more about this fight club."
"What do you want to know?"
Kurt thought for a moment, "When did you start it?"
"Not too long after I arrived at Dalton. I had already started boxing, and talked about it with a few of my friends. I pitched the idea of a fight club, mostly because I had seen the movie quite a few times, and they agreed. It slowly became more and more popular. We even had people who weren't from Dalton come. Not everyone knew about it though, like you. It was kind of an underground group. I'm pretty sure that if any of the teachers found out about it it would have been disbanded. I guess they kept it going after I left. Some of them were pretty dedicated."
Kurt took a moment to process it all before asking his next question, "Were any of the Warbles in it."
"No, not really. Most of the guys in our club weren't exactly good kids. They were always getting into trouble. The club was like an outlet for them, where they could take out all of their anger and frustration, with out destroying private property. It also helped them stop fighting outside of the club, because they got it all out of their system. I did it mostly for learning self-defense. Luckily, I only needed it when it was my turn to fight. None of them bullied me or made fun of me for being gay. They were pretty nice, even though some of them were just assholes."
Kurt chuckled. He turned around to face Blaine, "Was Travis an asshole?"
"Nah, Travis was a nice guy."
"He did seem to like you a lot…" Kurt trailed off, dropping his gaze.
"Do I detect a hint of jealousy?"
"No…" Kurt moved out of Blaine's arms and walked out of the bathroom.
"You've got to be kidding me." He laughed.
Kurt didn't answer.
"Kurt. Seriously. You have absolutely nothing to be jealous about. He's not even gay."
"It's not that," Kurt started, "it's just that you had this whole second life that I didn't know about."
"But now you do know about it."
"Still…" Kurt huffed, making and over exaggerated should slump, and started to walk away from him again, but Blaine grabbed him and hugged him tightly from behind, not letting him go.
"I thought you forgave me."
"And I thought you were tired." Kurt countered.
Blaine spun him around. They both beamed at each other before Blaine leaned in to kiss him.
Kurt relaxed as they both melted into the kiss. He reached up, letting his fingers tangle in his fiancé's curly hair as Blaine pulled them closer. They started out with slow kisses that slowly became more heated. Kurt detached his lips, and then placed soft pecks down Blaine's neck as he brought his arms down, letting his hands drift lightly down Blaine's chest. Kurt latched onto his earlobe as he grabbed Blaine's hips tightly, pulling them against each other.
"Oh fuck, Kurt." Blaine groaned a little louder than anticipated.
"Shhh," He shushed leaning back to look at his face, "We don't want my dad to hear us."
"Sorry," Blaine apologized, "You're the one who did it though."
"I know," Kurt looked him over, "and I kind of want to do it again."
Blaine grinned as he leaned in the kiss him again. He let his hands wonder up underneath Kurt's shirt, his fingers ghosting over his skin, making Kurt shiver. Kurt slowly started to inch backwards, but stopped when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed. Blaine felt a smile creep onto Kurt's face. Before he knew it, he was flung on his back on the mattress with Kurt lying on top of him. There was a hitch in his breath when Kurt kissed him harder than before. When he heard him wince a little bit, Blaine realized how tightly he was holding onto Kurt's hips. As soon as Blaine lessened his grip, Kurt grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head, then anchored himself down on Blaine's pelvis. Kurt just sat there and grinned gleefully.
"What are you doing?" Blaine asked, his voice ragged.
"Proving a point." He smirked.
"What? What do you mean?" Blaine started to squirm, but Kurt held him down firmly.
"I mean that I could hold my own in your silly little club."
"Really, that's what this is about?" Blaine was a little disappointed.
"Yep. See how easily I overpowered you?" Kurt said, still smiling about his accomplishment.
"That's not fair, you tricked me! And besides, you can't just make out with your opponent!" Blaine complained.
"Only if it's you, babe." Kurt winked.
Blaine struggled, trying to move Kurt off of him, but he wouldn't budge, "Hey, come on! You've had your fun, get off!"
"Nope, not until you admit that I I could have made it in your club."
"No way! This isn't even close to what we really do in fight club."
"I still beat you though." Kurt said.
"No you didn't."
"Oh really? Who's the one who can't move right now?"
"Come on! This doesn't count!" Blaine wriggled around but still couldn't break free.
"Just admit it!"
"No!"
"Now I know why they call you Blaine "The Pain" Anderson, it's because you're such a pain when you don't win." Kurt joked as he laughed.
Blaine glared at him, then suddenly got an idea.
"OH FUCK! KURT! JUST LIKE THAT!" He shouted.
"What are you doing?" Kurt asked franticly. He was no longer laughing and had a look of terror on his face.
"OH KURT! DON'T STOP! OH MY GOD YES!" He shouted again.
"Blaine! Shut up!" Kurt warned.
"FUCK KURT! HARDER! I'M GONNA FUCKING CO-"
Blaine's shouts were brought to an abrupt end when Kurt clasped his hands over his mouth, "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
Blaine seized his opportunity. He grabbed Kurt and rolled him over, pinning him.
"What the hell, Blaine? My dad had to have heard all of that! What were you thinking!"
"I win." Blaine smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.
As soon Kurt realized that he did all of that to throw him off, there was loud knocking on his door.
"Yes?" Kurt answered as calmly as possible.
"What's going on in there?" His father demanded from the other side of the door.
Kurt looked at Blaine as they both tried to come up with an answer.
"Nothing." Blaine said sharply.
"Well it sure doesn't sound like nothing." Burt bellowed.
Kurt tried to push Blaine off of him. When Blaine stood up, Kurt scurried over to the door and opened it a crack, "We aren't doing anything."
"Oh really?" Burt said knowingly.
"Really." He reassured nodding his head.
"Look, son, I understand that you two hardly see each other and you just got engaged, just please, not in my house."
"Sure thing dad." Kurt really didn't feel like arguing or having that conversation with his dad.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Bye dad." Kurt quickly shut the door. He gave Blaine a dirty look.
"You… you…" Kurt couldn't think of what to call him.
"Pain?" Blaine offered.
Kurt just shook his head, "That was the most embarrassing moment of my life."
"You started it." Blaine smirked.
Kurt stared at him, but couldn't help but smile at Blaine, who was sitting on the edge of the bed acting innocent. He did kind of start it.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I promise more interesting plot stuff in the next chapter. Please leave a review! It makes my day!
