Chapter 1
Sebastian Smythe. He was a conniving weasel that was a nuisance for a while. Seriously though, couldn't he take a hint when someone wasn't interested? He was a potential threat to my relationship at the time, but it must be said that if it wasn't for him none of this….realization… would have happened.
So I was sitting at the bar watching Smythe dance with my Blaine, checking him out, getting as close as he dared to get, practically eye fucking him on the dance floor. Gosh, I hated Sebastian with a burning passion of a thousand suns. He was trying to take what was mine, but I wasn't about to just roll over and let that happen. My precious Blaine was worth more than a quick fuck.
I had never experienced a bout of jealousy as strong as I did that night. I was about to set my Shirley Temple down and step in between Smythe and his slimy looks directed at Blaine when someone addressed me.
"You should watch your boyfriend."
I turned toward the direction of where I heard the voice and came across David Karofsky. Our history was rocky at best. He had bullied me, harassed me, and he stole my first kiss. But before he left McKinley we did sort of get closer, sort of became friends.
We talked for a while, and it was nice. Who would have thought that Kurt Hummel would ever have a civilized conversation with his former bully? I didn't, not in a million years. But ever since the Bully Whips we came to an understanding. We continued talking and I asked how he was coping at his new school.
"I just want to be able to finish school without people hearing rumors about me."
"You know I never would have told anyone."
We were silent for a while, and I took the opportunity to glance every now and then towards the dance floor at Blaine and Sebastian.
Mean while, David had his head hung over his beer as he nursed it. When I turned back to the bar we caught each other's gazes and shared a smile.
"Here's to baby steps." Karofsky toasted, and raised his beer. I responded in kind and clinked our drinks together.
Then as I directed my gaze yet again towards the dance floor I was met with Blaine's flirty stare. He was shaking his shoulders and staring up at me through his beautifully long eye lashes. And damn was it affective. I was up and off my stool as I made my way to Blaine. I slithered in front of Smythe, cutting him off, and I felt this wonderful gratification when Blaine gathered close to me and as we danced. I noticed that he completely ignored Sebastian, acted like he wasn't even there as we shimmied and twirled our night away.
I had to say that it was wonderful to be free to do whatever I wanted with my boyfriend and not fear for the consequences. It was a nice break from the small minded people in my town and at McKinley. The night had turned out to be enjoyable, but was I in for a surprise once we ventured out of the stuffy club hours later.
The door swung open and a rush of cool night air greeted us, which caused Blaine to sway on his feet as he was shocked by the chill of the night and the alcohol that was in his system.
"I wanna live here. Seriously, I wanna live here and, and…..help people," Blaine said, as he breathed on me the stench of the many alcoholic drinks he had consumed that night.
"Yeah, you can help people start fires with your breath."
"Hey," Blaine whined, he looked a little hurt. "I only had one beer."
Whatever you say Blaine, I thought to myself humoring him. That's why I'm helping you walk because you only had one drink.
As we reached the car I moved Blaine in position to try and get him in the back seat as quickly as I could to get the hell out of that parking lot. I had a great night, but Scandals was not my scene. Before I could reach to open the door Blaine had turned to face me. We were practically nose-to-nose.
"Kiss me," he said, while he tried to reach up to make contact with my lips.
"No,no,no. You're drunk." I tried to back away but he was persistent. I moved my face sideway as he latched on to my neck. Oh fuck!… those lips on my neck felt good. I let out a moan that would have been obscene if I had been coherent enough to actually care.
Once that moan had escaped my throat, all manner of propriety flew out the window as well. I straightened up, successfully detaching Blaine's lips and shoved him up against the side of the car. I noticed that Blaine had been surprised at my show of dominance because up until then our relationship had been very civil. But I had clearly seen that Blaine loved it.
Once Blaine's back made contact with the car my hands immediately grabbed on to his hips. Blaine's mouth was parted from the breath that escaped his lips from the shove against the car that it left his mouth open for the taking. I took advantage of his willing lips and connected our mouths in a passionate kiss.
I moved my right hand to the small of Blaine's back and pressed our lower bodies as close to each other as I could manage. The kiss became more frantic and powerful in it's intensity, coaxing a moan from Blaine.
That slip of a moan was all I needed to know that Blaine enjoyed the kiss. I could tell that he wanted more but was hesitating to seek it out. But when he accidentally nipped my bottom lip I took control and licked at his lips so I could deepen our kiss. At the way he accepted my tongue into his mouth, I knew it was the way to go.
As our mouths opened to each other it was literally a warm welcome to the cold night air that enveloped us like and icy cloak. Our tongues danced together, explored, and occasionally grazed against one another. Heavy breathing was all that was heard in the almost empty parking lot, and eventually what had started out as a hungry kiss slowly transformed into a nice, deep and affectionate one.
As we parted and our eyes connected I noticed that Blaine had that beautiful blush that became most prominent on his cheeks after a heavy make-out session. It filled me with pride to know that I was the one that had brought that out in him, and I couldn't help the smile that appeared on my face.
"What?" Blaine asked, after he noticed my huge smile.
"Nothing really, it's just you look so adorable when you get those rosy cheeks."
Blaine blushes even more at the compliment. "You really think so?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper, which made me smile even more.
"Yes I do. I don't know why you always question me when I give you a compliment honey."
Honey… it was rare when I used that term of endearment on him, but I liked pulling it out once in a while to make him blush more. His face had heated even more after I had said it and it made me feel amazing the way he responded to me.
"It's not that I don't believe it when you do, it's just tha….," he trailed off averting his eyes away from my own.
I placed my index finger under Blaine's chin and forced his eyes to meet mine again. "What is it Blaine, you know you can tell me anything."
"It's nothing serious Kurt….it's just that most of the time I don't feel like I deserve them."
"What? How can you feel like that? Of course you deserve those compliments. I wouldn't have said them just for the hell of it." I said, with a little tremor to my voice, shocked that he would feel that way.
"Have I done something wrong that made you think so?"
"No! Nothing like that. It's just that I …that I, um….realized something about
myself." he blurted out. But I sensed that there was more he had to tell me.
