A/N: I am posting my note at the beginning this time for a few notes to make reading this and future chapters easier. First of all, a HUGE thank you to everyone who has favorited/following this story now! :) I'm so excited! A special shout-out to those who took a second to review, THANK YOU! I'm glad everyone is enjoying the story. I will post one chapter per week on Tuesday or Wednesday. Ok, this story is told from Kurt's perspective without being in first person. This means any thoughts or things that would seem like they are coming from someone's perspective, it's Kurt. Hope this clears things for the story, please feel free to ask if something seems odd and I'll clear it up.
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'Thoughts'
emphasis on certain words being said
YELLING/SCREAMING
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Just a reminder, this fic is rated M. You can expect foul and suggestive language throughout the story. It happens. I will not always post THIS warning, from now on I will only post warnings for triggers or anything harsher than normal.
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As Kurt walked from his last class towards the choir room he caught sight of Blaine. Kurt's heartbeat sped up a little but he kept his gaze away from him. As he walked past, Kurt heard a whistle follow him. He stopped, bitch-glare intact, and turned to look at Blaine.
"Can I help you with something?" Kurt snapped.
"Ah! He does speak! And what a lovely voice too, I bet you will make some delicious sounds with that voice while I'm fucking you." Blaine said as he stepped toward Kurt.
Kurt's face colored. "That'll never happen. Who put you up to this?"
Blaine took another step and he was right in front of Kurt. Kurt noticed he was slightly taller than Blaine, but Blaine's attitude more than made up for his lack of height.
"No one, babe. I just really want to get in those sexy as hell pants of yours."
Kurt rolled his eyes and repeated "That'll never happen."
Blaine leaned forward until his lips were inches from Kurt's and Kurt could feel Blaine's breath ghosting on his lips.
"We'll see hot stuff. Just a matter of time." He smirked. "You got a name, or shall I just call you sexy?"
"Kurt."
Blaine nodded and suddenly turned and walked away, lighting up a cigarette as he exited the school towards the parking lot. Kurt let out the breath he was unaware that he had been holding. 'What the hell?' He shook his head and finished the walk to the choir room.
The following two weeks followed a certain pattern. Kurt would arrive at his locker before school to find Blaine standing there smirking at him. Kurt would push him out of the way and load his locker with his notebooks as Blaine threw a long line of sexual remarks at him. Blaine would find Kurt at lunch and walk by to ask Kurt to join him for a quickie between classes before heading to the table he had to himself in the corner of the cafeteria. Then after school, before Glee Club, Kurt would find himself in the deserted hall with Blaine walking beside him making even more sexual comments to Kurt. 'Where does he come up with them all?'
On Monday of their third week of school, Kurt was sitting at lunch with Tina and Mercedes laughing about the meltdown Rachel had put everyone through the previous Friday when Mr. Schuester didn't let her sing her third song of the evening claiming they didn't have time when they actually did. It was always a cherished moment when someone stood up to Rachel 'I'm a star' Berry.
"Uh oh, Kurt, here comes trouble." Mercedes whispered, leaning forward.
Kurt straightened up. He hadn't seen Blaine that morning, a situation of which he had mixed feelings about. Kurt had gained a fresh new bruise on his shoulder from the football team since Blaine wasn't around, but that wasn't what bothered him. He had missed Blaine that morning. It was a nice break from the lewd comments, but those honey-hazel orbs never got old to glare into. Kurt would never admit as much to anyone, though.
"Hey sexy. How about we give those new tables in the chemistry lab a try?"
Kurt turned to retort but stopped short as he looked at Blaine. The boy in front of him was definitely the usual Blaine, smirk and all, but there were dark circles beneath his eyes. He looked as though he hadn't slept all weekend.
Blaine's eyebrows shot up at Kurt's hesitation. "Actually considering it, babe? Well shit, told you it was only matter of time." Blaine caught hold of Kurt's hand "Let's go then, those pants will take a while to get off and we only have about thirty minutes before the next class will be in there. We could go for two rounds if we are quick enough."
At this Kurt ripped his hand out of Blaine's, ignoring the fact that their hands fit perfectly together and Blaine's callused fingers felt great rubbing on the back of his hand.
"No. Not going to happen." Kurt snapped.
"What was with the pause then, babe? See something you like?" Blaine smirked.
'Yes.' "No. I'm just curious as to why you look like a zombie today? That look is so last year." Kurt narrowed his eyes at Blaine.
Blaine laughed, albeit a little hesitantly. "I guess I partied a little too hard this weekend, then. I must really look like shit if you noticed enough to comment." Blaine shrugged his eyebrows and walked (was that a limp?) to his usual table.
Kurt's eyebrows knit together as he watched Blaine lightly sit down. Usually he just plopped.
"Jeez Kurt. I don't know how you put up with that every day. Must get annoying." Tina said as she took a bite of her carrot.
Kurt didn't respond. He stared for a moment longer before he got up from his seat.
"What are you doing, boo?" Mercedes asked as Kurt began to walk away, eyes trained on Blaine.
"Nowhere, 'Cedes. See you in history." Kurt said over his shoulder as he walked. 'What the hell am I doing?'
As he approached the table with the lone occupant Kurt could feel the cafeteria begin to quiet down and felt the eyes of its occupants watch him. Apparently, Blaine noticed as well because he looked up from his sandwich and turned around just as Kurt was about to reach his table. Kurt saw a flash of surprise on Blaine's face right before his smug smirk was thrown back in place.
"What's up hot stuff? Did you reconsider? Now we'd probably have to skip the-"
"Shut up. Can I sit down?" Kurt cut Blaine off. Blaine just shrugged. There was an audible gasp from the student body surrounding them as Kurt sat down next to Blaine. Then, a loud buzz of conversations erupted around them. Kurt heard his and Blaine's names being thrown around a lot.
"What can I do for you? Besides blow you under the table, of course." Blaine leaned on his hand with his elbow propped on the table and looked up at Kurt through his eyelashes.
It took Kurt a moment to find his voice. He often forgot that beneath the lewd exterior, there truly was a beautiful boy sitting beside him.
"What will it take to get you to leave me alone? You're starting to freak my friends out, and honestly you're kind of driving me nuts as well." 'Little white lie never hurt anyone, right?'
Blaine looked a little hurt for a moment before he smirked at Kurt again.
"Coffee. Come to coffee with me and we will see what happens from there. If you don't enjoy yourself I'll leave you alone forever."
Kurt was taken aback by Blaine's simple request. Coffee? That was it? 'With what strings attached?'
"What else? After all this time of you stalking me and requesting to fuck me, coffee seriously cannot be all you want from me."
Blaine shrugged. "I mean, if you want to fuck we can do that too, but all I really require is coffee and an hour or two of your time."
Kurt narrowed his eyes.
"Why do you really look like a zombie? And why are you limping?"
Blaine's eyes widened and his teeth seemingly unconsciously began fidgeting with his lip ring, but he quickly recovered and narrowed his eyes.
"Mind your own fucking business. Now are you going to coffee with me or not?"
"Fine. The Lima Bean, four pm tomorrow. Don't be late." Kurt said as he stood, but Blaine's hand caught his own before he could walk away.
"I'll drive. If it is a proper date, I should drive. Where do I pick you up, babe?" 'Date?'
"It's not a date, but you can pick me up here. I have Glee Club until 3:30. Pick me up then at the choir room."
Blaine nodded and released Kurt's hand. Kurt walked away without as much as a lewd comment thrown after him. He wondered about that as he walked to his history class.
'There is something off about Blaine.'
