Chapter 2!

Warnings: Nothing serious.

~Enjoy~


Kurt had ignored the urge to harm in school after lunch. He figured schoolwork would keep his mind off of it. Boy, was he wrong. He was the first to arrive to his Pre-Calculus class, as always, sitting in the back. He was getting an early start on his French homework while he waited for students to file in. He noticed some of the jocks entering the room, but who couldn't. They were like loud farm animals, entering the room in their usual herd. He was used to the behavior, but for some reason, the noise was louder today. Their voices made his head pound, feeling a migraine forming already. He glanced up, and noticed the teacher hadn't shown yet. "Shit," he muttered to himself, knowing what would come of this. A few jocks sat down in the surrounding desks. One Neanderthal plopped his ass down, right on Kurt's desk. Right on top of his French notebook. He breathed quickly, trying not to smell the familiar musk and sweat scent of the boy. He looked straight down, closing his eyes to avoid making eye contact with him.
"What's wrong, Princess?" the boy said, smirking devilishly.
Kurt continued to ignore him, hoping he'd just go away.
"Give him a break," he heard a smug voice call, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut tighter.
"Or what, Anderson? You're new here. Just because you think you're a punk-ass kid, doesn't mean you can act like you own the place," he sneered at Blaine.
"You don't scare me, Dave. Just leave the poor china doll alone." Kurt could hear Blaine step forward, his ears focusing on the clicking sound of his army boots.
Just then, Kurt felt Dave move from his desk. He opened his eyes, seeing Dave and Blaine face-to-face, practically right in front of him. Before any more words could be said, the teacher walked in. Kurt then released a breath he didn't even realize he was holding in, relaxing a bit in his seat when the jocks moved to the opposite side of the classroom. Just when he thought he was safe, Blaine took a seat right next to him.
"I just saved your fine ass. You're welcome," Blaine smirked, scooting his desk closer to Kurt's.
"Look, what do you want from me? I mean, if it's money, I'd gladly pay you to leave me alone," Kurt snapped quietly, keeping his eyes transfixed on the notebook in front of him.
Blaine rolled his eyes as the teacher shushed them, leaning over to lessen the distance between them. "I like your pants," he said quietly, his signature smirk still plastered on his face. "But they'd look even better on my floor," he continued, whispering roughly into Kurt's ears, sending chills down his spine.
Kurt couldn't stop himself from shivering, rolling his eyes nonetheless. "I'm not your type," he said simply, slumping in his seat.
"I don't have a type. You've got a dick, that's all I really care about. And you've got probably the hottest ass I've ever seen," Blaine nodded, sitting back in his seat.
Kurt didn't say anything. He decided he'd just ignore them. Blaine continued to inch closer to him, making him extremely uncomfortable. When Blaine's arm was gently grazing Kurt's, he pulled on his sleeves instinctively.
"Are you cold?" Blaine asked, actually sounding genuinely concerned.
Kurt widened his eyes, opening his mouth to speak before snapping it shut again. "Yeah," he shrugged, forcing himself to shiver.
Blaine emitted a soft groan, shrugging his leather jacket from his torso, holding it up to Kurt. "Don't think much of it. But you're freaking me out with all the shivering. I keep thinking you're having like, a seizure or something."
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'll be okay," Kurt said bitterly, desperately trying to make Blaine leave him alone.
"Listen, don't be an ass, and take the fucking jacket," Blaine said impatiently, laying it down on Kurt's desk.
Kurt rolled his eyes again, clenching his jaw. His arms started tingling, the urge to cut coming back to him suddenly.
Blaine sighed heavily, taking his jacket and draping it over Kurt's shoulders. "I'm trying not to be a dick," he explained.
"Why? You're interested in me?" Kurt asked emotionlessly, trying his best to fight the blush from his cheeks.
"No," Blaine huffed out a laugh. "I just feel sorry for you."
"Well, I don't need your pity, or your sorry-ass sympathy," Kurt mumbled, finally glancing at him.
Blaine stared at him, amused at his bitchy tone. He'd never suspect Kurt to be the kind to act like this. Kurt jumped as soon as the bell rang, throwing his notebook into his bag before taking Blaine's jacket off. Just as he looked up to give him the jacket, he saw Blaine already leaving the classroom.
"Your jacket!" Kurt called, hurrying after him.
Blaine continued walking, acting as if he didn't hear. What Kurt didn't see, was the small smile gracing Blaine's lips. He was definitely interested in Kurt Hummel.
Kurt sighed softly, carrying the jacket with him. Only two classes left before the day ended. He figured he'd give Blaine his jacket then. He smiled slightly to himself as he crept down the crowded hallway, clutching Blaine's jacket close to him. What Blaine didn't know, was that Kurt was definitely interested in him too.