There was only so much Kurt could do to avoid Mike throughout the day. Even with Kurt's excellent hiding and running skills, he couldn't avoid Mike during their one shared class- English.
The Asian boy sat in a different seat than his usual aisle desk by the door. Instead, he sat in the neighboring seat to Kurt's usual spot, which was in the back corner by the window. He hadn't noticed Kurt yet, and he tapped his pencil against his palm.
With a small sigh, Kurt set his face into a confident scowl and took his seat beside Mike. "Hello, Mike," he greeted calmly.
Mike turned to him with a serious expression. "Kurt…" he began.
Kurt held up a hand to stop him. "I don't want to hear it. You are dating Tina and that is that."
Mike looked down sadly. "But I don't want Tina…"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "And now all of a sudden you want me? Please, Mike. I'm not stupid."
The taller boy frowned. "But I do want you, Kurt. How could I not?" He trailed a long finger up the countertenor's thigh to his hip where he hitched it in one of Kurt's belt loops, pulling the smaller boy closer. "You are beautiful," he whispered in Kurt's ear, his teeth lightly grazing the lobe in a seductive manner.
Despite his best hopes not to, Kurt shivered. Mike smirked.
With an indignant huff, Kurt pushed Mike away. Mike chuckled. Before the Asian boy could try anything else, Kurt's saving grace walked in- Mercedes. She gave Mike a look that was a cross between confusion and irritation. "Dancey-Pants, you're in my seat."
Hands on hips with full sass exuding, Mercedes easily got Mike to move. However, he mouthed "This isn't over," at Kurt before returning to his original spot.
Mercedes raised her eyebrow as she sat down. "What was that all about, white boy?"
Kurt glanced at Mike, who was chatting with Puck, before leaning in close to Mercedes.
"You can't tell Tina," he warned, voice dropping low.
Her eyebrow rose higher, but she nodded. "Spill."
"This Goth clothing is getting to Mike. He claims I'm…" Kurt shook his head in disbelief. "Sexy."
He had to clasp a hand over her mouth to contain the loud gasp she made. Kurt glanced around, and when he was sure no one had noticed, he removed his hand. Her eyes were wide with shock.
"No way!" the soul singer whisper-yelled.
"Way," the countertenor replied.
Mercedes took a deep breath. "That's… Good for you, but bad for Tina…"
Kurt blinked. "What do you mean?" he inquired, referring to the 'good for him' part.
"Well it's every girl's worry that her boyfriend bats for you team, and-"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Not that! Why is it good for me?"
"Oh." Mercedes smirked playfully. "That boy has the finest abs in the entire school! And he wants you! How is that not a good thing?"
"Because he is dating one of my best friends! I'm not going to betray Tina like that. Hos before Bros, Mercedes. Hos before Bros."
She smiled. "Well, you're a good friend, Kurt. Tina is lucky to have you."
"She sure is," he said with a slight snort.
The next day Kurt had dressed his usual way. Gucci and Prada were a welcome return from the dark attire of the previous day.
When he made it inside, he was yanked by the arm into an empty classroom.
He rubbed his shoulder. "Don't do that, Mike!" he scolded, already able to identify the firmness of the Asian's hands without seeing his face.
The dancer smiled like a child in a candy store, though it faltered a little. "You're not wearing the clothes again…" he said, giving Kurt an adorable pout.
Kurt gave a small scoff. "Of course I'm not. That was a dare, and its not happening again."
"Oh." Mike looked a bit disappointed, but soon his face brightened again and he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him close against his fit body. Before the smaller boy could protest, Mike pressed his lips to Kurt's in a slow, sensual, maddening kiss.
Kurt wanted to break away. Oh wait, no he didn't. He needed to break away, but there was no way in hell he wanted to. His body moved on its own, moving his arms around Mike's neck and sighing contentedly. His eyes fluttered shut as the taller boy deepened the kiss. His tongue probed Kurt's lips, requesting entrance. Kurt happily granted it to him, and they moaned when their heated embrace became more sexual.
"Gotta cool down a little…" Kurt thought. He considered what Finn always used, but he didn't understand "Mailman." So instead he thought of girls he knew in unattractive positions. Quinn. Santana. Rachel. Tina.
Oh god Tina. What the hell was he doing? This was Tina's boyfriend, and here he was smooching up a storm like some two-bit ho! With a fortified resolve, he pushed Mike off.
"What is wrong with you?" He challenged.
Mike raised an eyebrow. "Me? You were having just as much fun as I was." He smirked. "Which is a lot of fun."
Kurt ran his hands through his hair in disbelief. How could he have done that?
"Why? Why would you do this to Tina?" he said, both to himself and Mike.
Mike chuckled. "You don't have to worry about that anymore."
Kurt's eyes snapped to Mike's face. "Why not?"
Mike's words were said with a giddy smile, but fell on Kurt's ears like a guillotine.
"I broke up with her."