AN: (Squeal!) Hello beautiful, wonderful, lovely readers! Needless to say I was blown away by the response I've received to the first chapter of this story. Thanks a million for the follows, alerts, and reviews (especially the reviews!). Your response is what made me decide to post this so soon. This chapter is shorter than the last, but I've slipped in a little taste of the good stuff (smut, obvi). Enjoy
Warnings: This chapter covers a couple biggies- language, sex, drug use, and all that good stuff. I'm not saying I promote it and I'm not saying I don't.
I don't own Glee.
Blaine relaxed into his headboard and released a puff of smoke from his lips. He sighed contentedly, rolling the lit joint between his fingers.
What a long fucking day.
And he hadn't even looked for someone to hook up with, holding a false hope that maybe Kurt would give him a call. Blaine was determined to fuck Kurt, if not for his own pleasure, just to win the personal battle that was beginning to brew between the boys. He knew Kurt wasn't going to call, he was far too stuck up to give in that easily.
But then, at 6:48, Blaine's phone buzzed and he thought maybe he was wrong.
6:48
Kurt: You stole my phone.
6:52
Blaine: Borrowed. You have it now, don't you?
7:03
Kurt: When you borrow something, you ask. When you steal something, you don't ask. You stole.
7:05
Blaine: Details.
7:20
Blaine: What, not going to keep the conversation going?
7:25
Blaine: You texted me first, you know.
7:28
Blaine: This is incredibly rude and frankly I'm hurt.
7:30
Kurt: You don't ever stop, do you?
7:31
Blaine: If you're talking about sex, then no. I can keep going for a while.
7:34
Kurt: Oh my God.
7:37
Blaine: That's exactly what you'll be screaming if you come over.
7:45
Blaine: Ignoring me again?
7:55
Blaine: I'll take that as a yes. See you in Calculus, babe.
By now, Blaine was coming down from his high and decided to do some runs while he had time. He made a few calls and collected the appropriate baggies from his stash in the nightstand. He decided to grab the scale incase anyone wanted to be a douche bag and make him weigh it. Blaine might have been an asshole, but he wasn't a fraud. He didn't have to be. He shut the drawer and made a mental note to find a new place to stash the drugs. His apartment was new. He'd only just moved in this weekend, so he still hadn't unpacked and arranged everything.
He stepped out into the night sky and flipped up his hood. It was mid October and there was a chill in the air. He locked the door behind him. The neighborhood he lived in wasn't the nicest. It wasn't because he couldn't afford better, precisely the opposite, actually. It was just safer to run a drug business outside of the family neighborhoods. The cops usually stayed away from this part of town.
On the other side of town, Kurt sat in his basement room, scribbling quickly in his Calculus notebook. He simply could not fail another test in that class. Kurt Hummel did not fail. But Calculus was hard- the hardest class he'd ever taken, in fact. He signed up for it because every other one of his classes was AP and he didn't want to appear lacking to any of the colleges he was going to apply to. Now Kurt seriously regretted that decision. It was too far into the year to drop the class without penalty, so Kurt had no option but to work his ass off studying for Calculus. He was spending so much time wrapped up in his Calculus work that his other grades were slipping. Not that Mrs. Robinski, the teacher, cared in the slightest.
Kurt was finding it especially hard to Calc homework tonight. He was distracted.
By Blaine.
He hated admitting it to himself, it almost felt like he was losing a battle. Kurt did not fall for the bad boy routine. It was far too cliche. And he refused to be treated like a piece of ass. He certainly did not do one night stands. Kurt Hummel did not get humped and dumped.
Although, the attention, albeit rude, was nice. It was nice to know that someone was interested in him in that way. Most of the guys in Lima were homophobic assholes so Kurt hadn't ever gotten attention like this. But, then again, Blaine seemed like the type of guy to be attracted to anything with a pulse.
Kurt shook his head violently to try and rid himself of his thoughts. He needed to focus on Calculus.
Kurt woke up with his face in his Calculus textbook. He could feel the page indent on his face. He was startled when he saw daylight peering through his skinny basement window and frantically searched for his phone.
7:45 A.M.
Shit.
Class started at 8 and he was going to be late. He hurried into the bathroom, wondering if he'd be able to skip his usual morning shower. As he turned the faucet on to brush his teeth, he glanced in the mirror. There were pencil marks all over his face and his hair was all kinds of crazy.
Well, that's not an option.
Kurt showered at lightning speed, then dried off and styled his hair at an alarmingly fast rate. He dressed quickly, thankful he had chosen an outfit for today the previous evening while taking a break from Calculus. He bolted up the stairs and ran out the door, car keys in hand.
It was 8:07 when he pulled into the McKinley Senior lot. He rushed into the school and got a late slip from the attendance office before slipping quietly into his French class. He tried to approach Mrs. McQuillen as sweetly as possible, but Kurt knew the woman hated him. She barely spoke French herself. Kurt was far more skilled in the language than she, and he often displayed that in class.
"Vous ĂȘtes en retard pour ma classe, Monsieur Hummel." The teacher said, snatching the late slip from his hands. "Si cette... uh, happens again..vous recevrez dĂ©tention! Sit."
(You are late to my class, Mr Hummel. If this... uh, happens again.. you will receive detention. Sit.)
Kurt held back a chuckle at the woman's broken French and held back on his instinct to humiliate her in front of the class, deciding it would only worsen the situation. He turned from the front of the classroom and was about to walk to his regular seat when he saw it was taken.
By Blaine.
Lucky for him, there was an open seat right in front of Blaine. Even luckier, it was the only available seat in the class besides the one next to Stoner Brett. Kurt would, under no circumstances, sit next to Stoner Brett. He smelled homeless.
Blaine flashed an award winning grin at Kurt as he shuffled down the aisle towards the unoccupied seat.
'Well,' Kurt thought as he sat down, 'at least I won't be distracted by staring at Blaine the whole class period. I've got to shake this pathetic little crush.'
Then, Kurt felt something hard caress his calf. Blaine's boot.
He immediately regretted his decision to sit here.
Never mind. Definitely distracted.
Kurt did his best to ignore Blaine and keep his guard up. Blaine could, under no circumstances, get heed of Kurt's little crush.
It's just a crush. He's a badboy. This is just a phase.
"Attention, classe." Mrs McQuillen feigned a terrible accent, but effectively got the attention of most of the class. "I am assigning project partners today, by seating." She began counting off pairs, up and down the aisles. "Un, deux, un, deux." Kurt counted, praying he'd get partnered with the boy in front of him, who he only now noticed was Azimio.
No such luck. The teacher counted Azimio as deux.
Just after she counted un for Kurt, a hot breath hit his ear.
"Deux." Blaine said, in unison with the teacher. Kurt swallowed. "So, my place or yours?"
Kurt's hands trembled as he felt around for Blaine's zipper. The pair were already shirtless and seated on Kurt's bed- French project long forgotten about. Blaine, apparently annoyed at how long Kurt was taking, swatted Kurt's hands away and pulled the zipper down himself. He stood and shed himself of his pants quickly before doing the same to Kurt.
"God, baby, this is the one time I wish your pants weren't so damn tight." After struggling for a moment, Blaine tugged Kurt's jeans and briefs down in one go and Kurt kicked them to the was never so reckless with his clothes, but Blaine just did things to him. Blaine used the time Kurt spent stepping out of his pants and removed his own boxer briefs.
Blaine eyed Kurt hungrily and returned to the mattress. He pushed Kurt onto his back and leaned over him, then kissed him in a way that made Kurt's head spin. Blaine separated his lips from Kurt's, but before Kurt had any time to complain, Blaine had reattached his lips to Kurt's jaw.
Then he started making his way south at a pace that Kurt really couldn't determine to be fast or slow. Somewhere between seconds and months later, Blaine's tongue was twirling teasing circles on the skin between his thigh and his hip.
Blaine lifted his mouth again, this time adjusting his head to be level with the precise region Kurt needed attention most.
"Babe. Babe. KURT!"
Suddenly, Kurt was sucked from his fantasy and back into reality. And he had a raging boner. His cheeks lit up.
"Huh? Oh. Y-yours. Definitely yours."
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