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Hopefully I can get some prompts?

I feel like writing some badboy!Blaine, so here's some badboy!Blaine. I also usually don't write with so much swearing.

-xXx-

"Hands off, Blaine, I swear I'll cut you."

Blaine rolled his eyes and exaggeratedly raised his hands up in surrender.

"It's not like I was groping you or anything, Hummel. I just wanted a hug."

Kurt shook his head. "Whatever. Your 'hugs' always end up turning into something way more. Besides, you didn't want to be my... My boyfriend," Kurt's eyes averted to floor as he said this, "So hands off. You had your chance, and I just wasn't enough."

Blaine gaped. That was the exact opposite of the truth. It was just how nervous Kurt made him, he was never able to say the right thing. That, plus the fact that he hasn't quite mastered the art of understanding the language of Kurt Hummel, and somewhere along the lines of complimenting the pale boy's long legs he must've accidentally rejected him.

"No, Hum- Kurt," he corrected himself after a glare from said boy, "It's just..." I really like you and every time I want to kiss you, I fuck it up with something stupid, "I... Really like your ass in those jeans."

Dammit.

Kurt's eyebrows furrowed as he nodded slowly. "Thanks..." He shook his head and turned to walk away. "I don't know why I keep getting my hopes up for nothing," Kurt muttered to himself, but Blaine still heard.

Once Kurt was out of sight, Blaine sighed and kicked a random locker, angry at himself for missing another opportunity.

It was time to call the one person he was sure could teach him how to woo Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.

"Hey, San. I need some help with something. Think you can meet me at Breadstix after school?"

-xXx-

"I'm surprised you'd actually ask me of all people to help you get into Prancy Smurf's skin-tight jeans. I'm only a little surprised you weren't able to do it on your own. I had too much faith in that curly head of yours," she paused to take a bite of stale breadstick, "You're paying for this, right?"

Blaine cracked a small smile. "Yeah. Sort of a gift for helping me. I... I really need you to help me. You're the only person who isn't scared of me or disgusted, the only person other than Kurt, but I can't go to Kurt and talk to him about how I'm falling for him, that's just awkward, and I apparently have a problem when it comes to talking to him without saying something stupid-"

"So you have a hard time talking to Captain Sparkles about how much you'd like to rip his panties off with your teeth, yet you're talking a mile a minute, Anderson."

Blaine shook his head. "I want more than just sex with him, Santana. I want to do all that lovey-dovey stuff like you and Britt, you know? Hold his hand, take him on dates, kiss him, all that stuff. I just can't ever tell him. Every time I get close to telling him or kissing him, I end up chasing him away with some innuendo or

by grabbing his ass! Grabbing his ass is not how I'd like to say, 'Kurt, I think you're beautiful and I'd like to call you mine'!"

"Well," the Latina tapped her cheek with a manicured fingernail as she thought, "Why don't you tell him what you think of him in some sort of love letter? Get that shit on paper!"

"That's... Actually really smart. Perfect! I know what I'm going to do! I could almost kiss you!"

Santana made a face. "Ew. Please don't. I don't need the taste of testosterone on my lips when Britt and I get our mack on later. Save all that gay love for Hummel."

-xXx-

The next day, Kurt opened his locker only to have a piece of folded paper fall out.

Cocking his head slightly in confusion, the blue-eyed boy moved to pick it up from where it had fallen onto the checkered linoleum.

His cheeks flushed a bright pink once he read what it had written on it.

"It may be quite rare for me to say something worth remembering with how much I tend to say, but it's no longer a problem when I look into your gorgeous eyes and I'm left absolutely speechless.

~Blaine"

A brilliant smile spread across his face as he hurried to close his locker and look for the boy who had taken the time to write something so cheesy, albeit romantic nonetheless.

The smile faltered when he couldn't find the boy anywhere, but Kurt just sighed and neatly tucked the note safely into his satchel.

-xXx-

The notes continued throughout the day, complimenting his hair, skin, lips, you name it, yet no sign of Blaine Anderson whatsoever.

One note appeared a little before lunch, asking him to wait at the entrance of the cafeteria.

A few minutes later than when the note told him to be there, a small twinge of insecurity appeared when the thought that maybe it was a joke, and Blaine was just avoiding him now came to mind.

"Hummel!"

-xXx-

"San, why am I so nervous?!" Blaine ran a hand through his tousled curls for the millionth time.

Santana rolled her eyes. "You'll be fine! He's crazy about you. Now, here's some gum -I thought I told you not to smoke before the big smooch!- and fix your hair! God, you look like you've been through a tornado! No, I take that back, your hair IS the tornado."

After Blaine was somewhat put-together, Santana shoved a rose -Blaine had no idea where she got that- into the boy's hand. "Now go get your man!"

"San, I don't think I'm ready-"

"Hummel!"

Blaine turned to her, jaw slacked, eyebrows raised almost comically. "Nononono, not yet!"

It was already too late. Kurt turned around, a small upturn to his lips.

The Cheerio gave Blaine a little shove, and he sent her a nervous look as she gave him a thumbs up.

He finally reached Kurt and held the rose out to him. "Uh... Hi."

The paler boy had an amused sparkle in his eyes as he accepted it. "Hi."

Blaine took a deep breath before continuing. "So, I don't really have the greatest way with words. So, before I make some comment on how sexy your hips are, I just wanted to do this."

He

placed his hands very gently on the sides of Kurt's slim waist and leaned forward quite slowly to press a sweet kiss to the other boy's awaiting pink lips.

The kiss was chaste, but so sweet and soft. Once Kurt pulled away, he wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, rose and all.

"I don't think there are quite enough words to describe that."

Blaine smirked. "Oh, don't get me started just yet, sweetheart."

-xXx-

And yeah.

Prompts? Please?

Clearly Puppy Love