Title: The Boy and The Red Balloon
Author: Evil Beware We Have Waffles
Pairing: Klaine (Kurt/Blaine)
Rating: M
It is rated M for a reason.
A hard hand slaps over Blaine's face, he lets out a painful cry, falling to the ground, as his father towers over him. For a moment, and only a moment, Blaine feels powerful, like he has beat his father as something, like he's proved to someone that his father cannot change him, and that he is the one who rules his world. But then he looks up at his father's seething, ugly, hatred face, and he cowers. Blaine is afraid, he realizes, he's afraid of his father, and what he is going to do next.
The pain in his face finally comes to, and he winces dramatically, tasting the copper-y blood that has appeared on the inside of his teeth.
"You fag," his father sneers, "How dare you - how DARE you bring another man into my house? Get out of my house, you little faggot, get out and never come back!"
The tears come into Blaine's eyes before he knows they do, he's frozen, he doesn't move, he doesn't know what to do. But the sharp pain in his side from his father's foot tells him to get the fuck out. Blaine jumps up, and runs to his room as his father is calling after him saying he has ten minutes to gather his clothes and leave. In a hurry, Blaine shoves basically all of the clothes from his dresser into a duffle bag, and he runs out of the house and into the street.
He's alone, he's all alone in the street. With nowhere to go.
He was alone...
After the first day of classes, when Blaine had returned home, he had found Wes waiting for him, still sitting on the couch as if he hadn't moved for the whole day. Blaine slips off his coat, hanging it back up in the closet. He smirks at Wes.
"Hello, dearest friend."
"I know that look," Wes says slowly, "That's your 'I got some' or 'I'm gonna get some' look."
Blaine snorts, "I don't know what you're talking about. This is just my face, it doesn't have a certain look," Blaine walks over to the fridge and grabs out a beer, still smirking at Wes.
Wes stands up and walks over to Blaine, grabbing the drink out of his hand, "One, this is my alcohol, get your own," Wes grabs the beer from Blaine's hands and cracks it open, "And two, I know your face, Blaine, I've known your face forever, and the face you're giving me now is you're, 'I'm gonna get some at some point' face. So tell me, who are you going to fuck next? Someone at the dance studio turn out to be playing for your team?"
Blaine smiles broadly, "As a matter of fact, yes, someone there is gay, Wesley. But whether I 'fuck' him or not is really none of your business."
Wes laughed loudly, "None of my buisness?" he barks, "Really? I'm sure it'll be 'my buisness' when I come home to hearing your having sex once again. It'll be 'my buisness' when I have to clean your bedsheets because you don't to laundry. It is my buisness, Blaine, it's always been my buisness!"
Blaine rolls his eyes, waving at hand at Wes, "Whatever, I'm going to my room."
"You're a whore, Blaine!" Wes yells, pointing a finger at him.
"I just like sex!" Blaine counters, slipping inside his room and closing the door.
He lies down on his bed and closes his eyes tightly, and he thinks. There was a time where Wes was his best friend, there was a point in time that he could tell Wes anything and he wouldn't judge him, but all those times were gone, Wes and him were barely able to get through a conversation without fighting or yelling at each other. Wes was really Blaine's only true friend, but now they barely even spoke to each other, even though they lived together
Blaine had honestly never felt so alone then he did now.
He was alone...
Fuck.
***
For the next two days of classes, Kurt barely had made any eye contact with Blaine, which Blaine honestly found hilarious that this boy was finding Blaine so attractive that he couldn't even make eye contact. The times they did make eye contact Kurt would just blush away, or trip over his own feet, which Blaine would just snicker to at the back of the class.
Finally, after class one day, Blaine stayed after again, watching as Kurt put his CDs away that he used that day, which included Lady Gaga, Katy Perry and Rhianna. Blaine was standing on the opposite side of the dance studio, his arms folded over his chest, just watching Kurt, who was desperately attempting to ignore Blaine.
"You're attracted to me," Blaine says, a smirk still plastered over his face, "I can tell. I'm pretty hot, so I don't see why you wouldn't.
"You're self absorbed," Kurt mutters, shaking his head, "You think way too highly of yourself."
"But if I don't, who will, babe?" Blaine pouts, catching Kurt's eye, who just blushes away, causing Kurt to blush away. "Just admit it, you're attracted to me."
"If I admit it will you go away?" Kurt asks, looking up at Blaine again, giving him a smile.
Blaine starts to cross over to the other side of the dance studio, standing in front of Kurt, who just rolls his eyes, and places a hand on his hips.
"Why are you even here?" Kurt asks, "You obviously don't like to dance, and you're not even good at it, so why are you even still here?"
Blaine thinks about it for a second, "Well, at first it was ... something to do. Just for fun," he walks closer to Kurt, who just backs up, trying his best to get away from the boy, "But then, I saw you, and man, you can't just walk around with this body of yours ... that ass," Kurt squeaked rather suddenly, and Blaine can only just laugh again, "I want to kiss your pink lips... so fucking bad."
"S-so do it," Kurt says in a small voice, and Blaine doesn't even waste a second to bring their lips crashing together, it's all teeth and tongue, but the two of them don't exactly mind at first, because Blaine had Kurt pressed against the back of the dance studio wall, and Blaine is grinding up against Kurt slightly, and in no time, Blaine has dropped to his knees and he's fiddling with the strings on the black track pants that Kurt was wearing today.
Kurt grabs Blaine's hands, "W-what are you doing?" he gasps.
"It's called a blowjob," Blaine says, "Don't worry, I give an amazing one."
"Wait!" Kurt cries still gripping at Blaine's hands, "I-I'm a virgin, s-so go slow, okay?"
Blaine's heart melts for a second there, because for a moment, and only a moment, he remembers, he remembers that's what he said, that's exactly what he said to that man he had brought home from the bar that night, "I'm a virgin, go slow, please." and then they fucked, and Blaine had gotten kicked out of his house. Blaine shakes his head slightly, and nods at Kurt, and for a moment his voice is real and sincere, "Yeah, I'll go slow, promise."
Kurt nods, and gives Blaine the go-ahead, and Blaine just pulls down Kurt's track pants along with his underwear in one fell swoop, staring at Kurt's only half hard cock - but Blaine can surely fix that little problem. He licks over the head, and Kurt actually mewls above him, and - fuck - that was so cute.
Blaine doesn't waste any time then taking Kurt's cock into his mouth, feeling him get hard in his mouth, and he's sucking, and running his tongue along the underside of Kurt's cock, and everything is just falling apart, Kurt is squirming and his hips are trying desperately not to buck underneath of Kurt's touch. Blaine is going slowly, slowly and surely, because he remembers what his first time was like, and how good it felt for the very first time to have someone touch him like that.
"Fuck, B-Blaine," Kurt moans softly above Blaine, his hands entwined hard in Blaine's hair, "Blaine, I-I'm going to-"
"So go," Blaine mumbles around Kurt's cock, and that's pretty much it, Kurt is coming hard and hot into Blaine's mouth, and Blaine is just swallowing every bit, until Kurt is done, and then Blaine stands up, wiping his mouth. He's smirking at Kurt, and his superiority is back, and he's once again the new Blaine Anderson - the one who likes sex.
"I-I," Kurt mumbles, still pressed up against the wall of the studio, his pants and underwear still fallen around his ankles, he's gaping at Blaine, attempting to find words.
"Thanks, teach," Blaine mumbles next to Kurt's ear, before turning and actually strutting out of the dance studio, leaving Kurt fumbling with getting his pants back up.
Blaine has just wooed the teacher.
