Author's note: Lyrics used belong to Elliott Smith, whom I have undying admiration and affection for.

Shine Like Diamonds Buried Underground

Chapter 2

Blaine sat on the hood of a beat up, red Jeep Wrangler. The car looked ancient, filthy beyond any hope of salvaging the true red paint that once shone brightly underneath the dirt now caked on every inch of the vehicle. It never bothered Blaine much though. Sure he loved the car, had to learn to love it at a point, but the appearance of it to others didn't matter much to him. At least while it was covered in a thick layer of grime people would assume there was a long history behind it.

Yes. This car, like its owner, had a story to tell.

Though… Blaine was never really one for storytelling.

He crossed his legs under himself and slid a fresh toothpick between his lips. God, how he missed smoking sometimes. Especially now. His old habit, mixed of course with his indifference towards attending school, were what usually led him to the familiar scene he was currently residing in.

Without the constant supply of smoke he provided his lungs with though what else was there to do now? Admire the scenery? A barren football field could only hold his attention for so long. The entire idea of staying at school for the rest of the day threatened him with more promises of pure boredom in store. He hated that he still needed to go, he was a borderline genius but his appearance and attitude led all of his "superiors" to draw only one possible conclusion: he must be cheating somehow.

What did they know? They all thought they were better than him, with their stupid college degrees and follow-the-rules lifestyles; with their acceptable clothing, free of wear and tear, and holier than thou bullshit attitudes. Blaine simply had a knack for trouble, attracting it as though some sort of magnetic pull surrounded him; could he really be held responsible for that?

He stretched his arms over his head, leaning them back as far as they would go until he felt a dull crack in each of his shoulders. Maybe he could at least get away with napping during his next class if he decided to actually go.

Before he could linger on further thoughts of school though he noticed a familiar figure approaching his car: lean, tall, and reeking of defeat. Blaine felt his mouth twitch itself into a wicked smirk as he watched Kurt walk up to him.

People were so easy to read and he often reveled in his own natural talent to pick people apart within only a few moments of observation. Not that deciphering Kurt presented much of a challenge- the boy was obviously into Blaine.

"Finally made up your mind, did you?"

"Shut up," Kurt retorted with mock annoyance.

"Well, I guess I'm skipping my next class after all then. Get in." Blaine slid off of the hood, spitting the toothpick in Kurt's general direction as he fished his keys out of his pocket.

"But it's the first day, shouldn't we-"

Blaine raised his eyebrows, an obvious gesture which only meant one thing: he was calling Kurt out on his assertion that they actually attend their next class. After only a moment's worth of consideration the reaction had done exactly what Blaine intended and Kurt was climbing into the passenger seat, chewing on his lip as though he was still debating the issue in his head.

Blaine mentally made note of the second victory for himself within the hour.

"So where are we going?" Kurt rested his hands on his lap awkwardly, clearly still anxious, still unsure.

"You'll see," was Blaine's only response. He never liked to offer hints, surprising people for both shock value and deriving genuine pleasure from the looks on their faces. And, though he'd never admit it, the romantic factor in surprising someone was always something he always cherished internally. He started the engine and drove away, leaning towards Kurt as he navigated his way out of the student parking lot.

"What are you-" panic began to rise in Kurt's voice causing it to jump about five octaves higher.

"Relax, doll face," Blaine rolled his eyes and groped around on the floor until he found a CD binder underneath Kurt's seat. "I don't bite. Unless you're into that sort of thing. Seem like you would be."

The car swerved slightly as Blaine began glancing between the road and the collection of CDs now resting on his lap. Kurt, starting to fear for his life, had no time to spare in thinking up a response to Blaine's comment on vampirism.

"Why don't you let me look?" Kurt gripped his seat tightly, "Or I'll hold the wheel or something."

Blaine rolled his eyes again, "Kurt, was it? Seriously… chill out. There's no one else out here aside from us. You're so damn uptight."

Blaine finally settled on a CD, mainly because Kurt's squeals of unease were starting to get to him, and slid it into the slot above the radio display.

"Fuck you! Maybe if you kept your eyes on the- oh, I love this song!"

The change in Kurt's attitude was almost instantaneous and Blaine couldn't help but laugh. Though his collection was pretty vast not many people would have assumed he actually enjoyed listening to the majority of albums included (some of the artists included Pink! and Katy Perry.) He mainly found enjoyment in the lyrics of some of the artists rather than actual emotional attachment, but this CD, this artist, was an entirely different story.

Elliott Smith.

Heavily influenced by the Beatles, which Blaine also thoroughly enjoyed, especially on rainy days, but a touch darker. Needless to say, he wasn't sure if Kurt's shared interest in the artist surprised him or made perfect sense. Then again, they had only met less than two hours ago. Who was Blaine to make assumptions about the boy who had blindly defended him?

The mellow acoustic guitar echoed within their confined space, always making Blaine feel closer to the artists he'd spend hours listening to while he lounged in the front seat and gazed up at the stars.

Drink up baby, stay up all night

with the things you could do

you won't, but you might.

The potential you'll be,

that you'll never see,

the promises you'll only make.

Blaine often had to remind himself not to close his eyes and get lost within the lyrics, but when Kurt began singing along it took everything in him to focus on the road.

"Drink up with me now

and forget all about the pressure of days

do what I say and I'll make you okay

and drive them away,

the images stuck in your head.

The people you've been before

that you don't want around anymore

that push and shove and won't bend to your will

I'll keep them still."

He didn't figure the boy could sing, especially not like that. So serene, so pure and angelic… so different from Blaine's own singing voice, at least in his own opinion. He opted out of the car sing along currently, his only audience usually only ever being his own reflection, but as Kurt half-whispered along to the track in the same ghostlike style of one of Blaine's favourite artists… well, let's just say it was far more difficult to remind himself why he never liked singing in front of others in such close proximity.

He knew that he could sing, that he could perform well in front of others, but something like this felt too… raw, too intimate, for his own comfort. He preferred performing in coffee shops where he could disappear as soon as his set ended and he was paid.

"Drink up baby, look at the stars

I'll kiss you again between the bars

where I'm seeing you there

with your hands in the air

waiting to finally be caught.

Drink up one more time

and I'll make you mine,

keep you apart, deep in my heart

separate from the rest

where I like you the best

and keep the things you forgot.

The people you've been before

that you don't want around anymore

that push and shove and won't bed to your will

I'll keep them still…"

When the song ended Kurt grinned dumbly, his teeth bared in obvious bliss.

"Do you have any of his other songs? That one is one of my favourites."

"This is all a mix of my favourites from him. Didn't peg you as a fan. You seem like you'd be more into… " Blaine chanced a quick glance in Kurt's direction before turning left at a stop sign.

"Into what?" Kurt's tone sounded almost accusatory.

"I dunno. Lady Gaga or some shit like that."

"I like her too." Kurt laughed. "I don't really have a… 'type' I guess you would call it. I like whatever makes me feel, whether it's empowered or like crying into a pint of chocolate ice cream."

"Well, I was half right at least then." Blaine replied.

However, Blaine mentioned none of the things actually buzzing through his mind at the moment like a swarm of angry bees, stinging every sensory nerve. Like how Kurt's voice filled him with the sudden urge to stop the car and kiss him, not out of selfish sexual desire but out of genuine heartfelt emotion; to let Blaine hear his name fall off of Kurt's lips in whispered pleasantries, urging him on and begging for more.

No.

He said none of this.

Because thoughts like those could only lead to trouble and voicing them would definitely leave Blaine up shit's creek without a paddle. For him it was always going to be about sex, not the emotions that were supposed to be associated with it. He was a conqueror, not a goddamn romantic.

Sure, he was already convinced that he wanted to fuck the boy sitting beside him, but emotions would definitely play no part in that at all. They never had and they never would. Not for Blaine Anderson.

"Now will you tell me where we're going?" Kurt took to drumming on his knee lightly with his index fingers in time with the next song.

Blaine crash-landed back to reality and reminded himself of the real reason he hoped Kurt would agree to leave school with him.

"Was thinking we could stop by my place first before we go where I actually wanted to," he was lying through his teeth about there being another place he wanted to visit; his goal was to get Kurt alone and see how far he could take things.

"You forget something?" Kurt was either oblivious or playing along in hopes of hearing something other than the apparent truth.

"Not exactly."

"So then… why are we going to your place? Won't your parents be home and know you've skipped school if we do?"

"They aren't home," Blaine replied stiffly, sounding colder than he originally intended. "And what do you think? Empty house, two gay teenage boys who can obviously cut the sexual tension between each other with a knife- is it really that difficult to piece together, doll face?"

Kurt's eyes widened in full realization now and he began stammering out excuses which, when put together, made absolutely no sense at all.

"But we- I mean, I don't- we should probably get-"

"You're so cute when you're nervous," Blaine knew exactly what to say to get what he wanted most of the time. And he certainly knew how to persuade others into giving him what he wanted. Judging by Kurt's reaction, Blaine was dealing with a virgin… and they were definitely a challenge he silently enjoyed.

"Look, I don't know what type of… idea you have about me. B-but I'm not- I don't do that sort of-"

"I'm just fucking with you, babe. Lighten up."

Of course he hadn't been joking, however Kurt seemed satisfied enough with Blaine's response, most likely chalking it up to flirtatious banter meant to make him uncomfortable, and relaxed a little. 'Play along,' Blaine thought to himself, making the final turn into a trailer park, his trailer park, his… "home."

There was no mistaking the strain in Kurt's shoulders when Blaine finally parked the car across the lot of mobile homes, the look of panic returning as quickly as it had gone. 'This is the part where you judge me then,' Blaine thought bitterly, starting to regret bringing Kurt here instead of some abandoned park or building.

But just as he was preparing himself to snap at Kurt, the boy to his right surprised him once again by offering a warm smile, not condescending or judgmental at all, and he couldn't bring himself to voice any of the bleak and angry thoughts that had just been occupying his mind. He quickly composed himself.

"So are you coming in, or what?" he was nonchalant and bordering, almost, on unwelcoming.

Kurt's expression mirrored the one from earlier in the parking lot at school: silently waging war within himself. "Um…." he started, anxiously, before clearing his throat to try to sound a little more confident, "Yeah, suppose I could for a minute."

Blaine yanked the key out of the ignition and stepped out, heading towards the nearest mobile home. The screen door, pathetically held in place by the remnants of a rusted top hinge, was hanging off and swaying with the wind, crashing into the surface beside the doorframe repeatedly with a loud SMACK!

Blaine shoved the key into the slot on the handle, glancing back towards the car to see if Kurt had made any progress getting out. Kurt was still eyeing the trailer as he slowly closed the passenger door, mouth slightly agape. Blaine turned back to the door and sighed before composing himself, yet again. The mental preparation did nothing to stop his sudden onslaught of nerves though as he pushed open the door and awaited Kurt's reaction.

Kurt strode over and followed closely behind Blaine. He wasn't quite sure what to expect when he looked inside considering the outside appeared to be in shambles. A collection of pots and buckets were scattered around the living room area and a quick glance up at the ceiling explained why; the ceiling was discoloured and peeling with cracks spiraling like vines all the way to the walls and partially down some of them.

A pile of clothes rested in a neat mess across the room and what looked like a tarp covered something standing upright next to the pile. Kurt tried to hide his frown; he was always unable to resist feelings of sympathy for others who were clearly less fortunate than him.

Blaine noticed though and wrinkled his nose, "Just come right out and say it then. You pretty much already are anyways with looks like that."

"Your parents are doing the best they can for you, nothing to criticize," Kurt replied politely.

"Yeah. Right," Blaine sounded dazed, distant, at the mention of the word "parents" and Kurt frowned again.

"So they're… your parents are at work now?" Kurt asked tentatively.

Blaine shrugged and headed into the kitchen area, grabbing two water bottles from the fridge before grunting, "Who knows?"

"They leave you here alone a lot…?"

Blaine extended his arm to Kurt, holding out the water bottle. As Kurt stepped closer he noticed just how uncomfortable and sad Blaine looked. However, Blaine must have realized this and stood up straighter, drawing in that false air of confidence around himself once again. Kurt wasn't sure whether or not to feel sorry for him or proud of himself for correctly guessing the boy wasn't as much of a tough guy as he originally let on.

"They don't live here," Blaine said simply and unscrewed the cap of his water bottle after Kurt had taken his. "So no interruptions," he added with a smirk and took a step closer.

Kurt was so caught up in his thoughts of Blaine living in this nightmare of a home all alone that he hadn't noticed the other boy had closed the gap between them until Blaine's arm was pressed against his own. The touch was brief and innocent enough but it still sent a shiver down his spine, a sudden pulse of electric desire passing through every vertebrae.

He never gave much thought to sex, usually going out of his way to avoid anything to do with the subject at all. Of course he'd had urges and acted on them, he was a typical teenage boy, but a feeling of guilt usually followed close behind. Merely the mention of the word usually had him blushing with little to no effort.

Right now was no exception.

His cheeks became enflamed as he tried to deny his mind from accepting what his body was clearly trying to tell him: 'you're obviously getting turned on right now.'

Blaine set his water on the table beside them, causing it to lean over with the addition of weight, and brushed his fingertips lightly over Kurt's arm. He took in a tremendous amount of pleasure at the sight of goose bumps forming and the way Kurt shivered again. Still though, he was cautious not to overstep his boundaries. Kurt didn't seem to mind the proximity for now which was a good sign to Blaine; he hated having to spend ages working over a boy he wanted into say 'yes.'

"So it's- it's just you? Alone? That's…" Kurt knew he had to be careful with his words, "That must be… really tough. Having to work and go to school and take care of yourself."

Blaine shrugged and brushed his fingers over Kurt's arm again, "Has its benefits."

"O-Oh? Right, yeah," Kurt's anxiety levels were through the roof, half of them due to inexperience and the other half due to pure curiosity in his desire to actually act on his emotions. He'd never had genuine… sexual desire for another human being before. The idea of Blaine right now was deliciously tempting and terrifying all at once. "Look, I don't- I've never… I don't want to, you know…" he couldn't stop himself from blushing.

"We don't have to fuck. There are other options, you know," Blaine was quick to suggest, carefully placing his hand on the small of Kurt's back. Kurt was conflicted again, torn between his desires and morals. He never imagined himself being someone to "fuck around" like Santana and most other kids his age, but then again he also never found anyone he felt like doing so with. He was a hopeless romantic… sex was supposed to be between two lovers, not something casual between strangers.

"I-I don't know, Blaine-" he began nervously before he was interrupted; Blaine placed a finger gently to Kurt's lips and kissed his neck, softly and sweetly, pressing against his side. Blaine was never one for being gentle, hated taking things slow even. His actions now were their own form of torture for himself, something he hoped he would soon be rewarded for for enduring.

He pressed his hand into Kurt's back, rubbing small circles into it as he placed a kiss on his jaw. Being so close to him, Blaine actually felt the shiver that dripped down Kurt's spine. Maintaining self-control was proving to be extremely difficult the more he let himself explore the reluctant boy.

"…what are the other options?" Kurt asked, bashful with a hint of eager curiosity.

Blaine nodded over to a couch pressed against the wall, "That pulls out into a bed. Come on."

Without waiting for an answer he took Kurt's hand into his own and lead him over to the coffee stained blue plaid couch. With one hand he tossed the cushions aside and heaved the hidden mattress frame up and out. He was starting to get ahead of himself now, his excitement and anticipation quickly racing south.

Kurt hesitantly sat down once the mattress had been fully extracted, his hand still in Blaine's. 'This isn't you. What are you doing, Kurt?' the thought flashed through his mind quickly as he stared up at Blaine. Unease took residence in the pit of his stomach as he envisioned himself ripping his hand from Blaine's and running towards the door.

The idea was extremely short lived though because within seconds Blaine was sitting beside him, his mouth back on Kurt's neck and his hand rubbing Kurt's side. Kurt surprised himself when a small noise escaped his lips, embarrassment quickly following as he realized the majority of blood in his body was heading down rather than up towards his face.

When Blaine started nipping at his neck that was it; Kurt was half hard and barely thinking straight as the only statement filling his mind currently was 'I want more.'

Blaine straddled Kurt, teasingly grinding his hips against the other boy's and smirked against his neck when his ears were filled with another small, pleased moan. So maybe he'd have to work his way up to fucking this mysterious new addition to his life… or maybe he wouldn't have to wait very long at all. Kurt seemed to be changing his mind rather quickly, but then again so had all the other boys Blaine "conquered" over the years.

"So are you going to force us to have to do this fully clothed?" Blaine mumbled against his neck, sinking his hips against Kurt's again, but this time faster and with far more pressure.

Kurt bit his lip but only mulled over the dilemma momentarily before shyly asking, "Will it hurt?"

"Not what we're going to do, no," Blaine slid a hand up Kurt's shirt, working his fingers around his side and searching for sensitive areas. "Just relax, you're so tense and- "

Kurt surprised himself again by leaning forward and silencing Blaine with a severely inexperienced kiss. Perhaps it was the gentleness of it mixed with such obvious and sincere wanting, but Blaine was ready to take the boy right then and there. His self-restraint came into play again as he pressed his lips back against Kurt's, deepening the kiss.

"So… s'that mean I can get your pretty little ass out of those clothes then?" he mumbled against Kurt's lips and was met with a schoolgirl giggle and a bashful nod.

He had to force himself not to rip off Kurt's clothes right then and there. This boy was just too goddamn adorable. He had to keep reminding himself not to think that way though. 'It'll be easier once he's finally fucking naked.'

As slowly as he could force himself to go he unbuttoned Kurt's vest and slid it back off of his shoulders, letting it fall onto the bed. Layers. He fucking hated layers. But he knew that tearing off Kurt's shirt right now would only set him back. So he began fumbling with the buttons on Kurt's white dress shirt.

Sensing Blaine's frustration with the plastic circles lined down his chest Kurt pushed Blaine's hands aside and let his fingers fly down the row of buttons, undoing them with such finesse it could have been considered a well practiced art. Blaine wasted no time in sliding his own shirt off while Kurt had handled the dress shirt, both items of clothing now disregarded and cast onto the floor.

He gently pushed Kurt to lie down and slunk down his body, placing kisses on his chest and stomach as he unbuttoned and unzipped the other boy's jeans. "You always wear pants these tight? Fucking hell," he began pulling them off, wondering how Kurt managed to get them on and off on his own.

"Don't act like you don't like how they look on me," Kurt quipped.

"…I'll give you that. Your ass looks fantastic in them," Blaine tossed the denim over his shoulder and slid off Kurt's boxers with far more ease. Kurt blushed before shivering, his insecurity fiercely taking hold again as he lay there, exposed.

Blaine quickly stepped out of his own pants, rarely taking the time to wear boxers, and climbed on top of Kurt. The desire, the ache, the need for friction was almost painful at this point. Kurt was practically purring underneath him, quickly jumping from half turned on to rock hard at the skin-to-skin contact.

Without hesitation Blaine began placing soft kisses on Kurt's neck again, forcing his body to move slowly and gently against Kurt's. Kurt gasped and let his eyes slip shut, arching up.

"Oh wow," Kurt let out in a rushed whisper.

Blaine laughed in response, "Of all the words you could have used and you go with 'oh wow?' Elegant."

He snapped his hips, rubbing their cocks together again. He'd much rather be pounding into Kurt right now but he knew he just had to suck it up and make do with what he had. At least Kurt hadn't stopped him yet.

He moved his lips up to Kurt's ear and nibbled on his earlobe, rubbing a callused hand up the other boy's pasty and smooth skin. It amazed Blaine to discover how soft Kurt felt to the touch; his skin was like delicate silk sheets Blaine would never have been able to afford.

His mental comparison between his own skin and Kurt's led him to cross the line a little bit and get a little rougher with the unexpectant boy, partially in inexplicable jealousy he couldn't place his finger on.

He grabbed Kurt by his hips and thrust them up, sinking his own down again and biting his neck a harder than he originally intended.

"Ow- ahhhh," Kurt wasn't sure whether the appropriate response was to cry out in pain or pleasure. While he had been enjoying the slow pace the suddenness of Blaine's action was definitely a pleasant surprise. "Wait, do that again."

Blaine's heart jumped with excitement at the request and he obliged without any hesitation.

"So you like it rough, huh? Interesting," he scraped his teeth over Kurt's neck again and sucked hard. Kurt's brief hiss of pain did nothing to deter him though.

"I don't know what I like yet," Kurt managed to get out with a moan laced somewhere in between the words.

Blaine dragged his nails down Kurt's side and smirked when another moan, much louder this time, left Kurt's mouth. "I can tell you what you like, you like it rough," Blaine laughed and grabbed Kurt's dick tightly in his hand.

"Your hands are so dry," Kurt squealed but arched into Blaine's hand none-the-less.

"Fucking blow me, princess. We can't all bathe in milk and honey like you," Blaine twisted his hand slightly as he pulled on Kurt's cock before rubbing his thumb over the head, pre-come coating his thumb in a matter of seconds.

"How did you guess?" Kurt clenched the mattress cover beneath them tightly with both hands, "That feels so much better when someone else is doing it."

"I knew you were a virgin!" Blaine exclaimed proudly.

"I am not," Kurt replied a little too quickly and looked at Blaine, who had stopped jerking off Kurt and had two naturally perfect pointed eyebrows raised, "okay, I am but…"

Blaine squeezed harder and pulled again, rubbing his own dick against Kurt's stomach, "But you obviously must be feeling adventurous today."

The edges of Kurt's vision blurred as his stomach jolted; Blaine seemed to know exactly how hard to squeeze, just the right way to twist and pull, and it was bringing Kurt closer to the brink of an orgasm faster than he had ever been able to do on his own. He didn't want to seem so inexperienced in front of Blaine though, even as a voice from the back of his mind kept informing him that Blaine already had a pretty good idea just how inexperienced he really was.

"S-Should I be doing something too?" he asked, nervous and cautious.

"You really are feeling adventurous, huh?" Blaine scraped his teeth over a prominent hickey that had formed in the last ten minutes.

"I could- um, well I could… do what you're doing with me," he couldn't even bring himself to say the words; he was so embarrassed by the idea of dirty talk.

"You mean jerk me off?" Blaine laughed, "Fuck, you really are just adorable, doll face."

Before Kurt could stop himself he quipped, "Well you also just told me to blow you so there's," as he realized what he was saying though his confidence quickly dwindled down to nothing, "that."

"You wouldn't know what to do with my dick in your mouth," Blaine raised his lips to Kurt's ear and whispered, "at all."

Kurt hated being told what he could and couldn't do but he had the feeling Blaine had a point. He was already in over his head right now and figured he should let Blaine continue guiding him through the experience. Just laying there and allowing himself to become putty in Blaine's calloused hands though was something he was sure he wouldn't be able to get used to.

Blaine smirked, knowingly, and moved his hand faster while rubbing himself against Kurt's stomach.

It was the cocky smirk that made Kurt seriously consider pushing Blaine off of him and trying his hand at his first blowjob… but Blaine's hand felt too good wrapped around his overheated and sensitive skin right now and before he knew it he was writhing beneath the shorter boy, moaning loudly as his orgasm had snuck up on him and coated the two in liquid white proof.

Before he could have a moment to think he felt Blaine grab his hand and force it over the other boy's dick. Blaine kept his hand over Kurt's, guiding him momentarily in the quick pace he seemed to like before he let go to let Kurt continue on his own.

Kurt tried to mimic what Blaine had just shown him, pulling quickly before shyly placing a kiss on Blaine's throat. Blaine seemed to be in his own world entirely though, eyes shut and sweat dripping off the tip of his nose onto Kurt's chest as he thrust into Kurt's hand.

It didn't take long for Blaine to reach his climax, groaning as his arms trembled from supporting his body over Kurt's. He let himself collapse beside Kurt, already placing distance between them that made Kurt shiver and want to snuggle up to the curly haired beauty that was now panting his way back to a normal heartbeat.

Kurt turned his head to watch Blaine, unconsciously folding his hands over his stomach as an awkward air started to fill the room. He wasn't sure how he felt about what had happened, his usual conflicting emotions already waging war within his head. Despite all he was feeling his lips had stealthily transformed into a faint smile.

Blaine stood up and picked up his jeans off the floor; he seemed like an entirely different person to Kurt now as he stepped into them and zipped them up. "Get dressed so I can drop you off at school again."

Kurt felt his smile fade, transforming once again but this time into something foul that rested at the pit of his stomach. He dressed himself silently as Blaine slid a pair of blue wayfarer sunglasses on and grabbed the keys for his jeep. Kurt couldn't help but notice the way Blaine avoided looking at him now, as though he was some sort of diseased animal on the side of the road, sick beyond recovery, and the only way to avoid guilt about abandoning such a creature was to pretend he hadn't noticed it.

"Is… did I do something wrong?" Kurt asked meekly as he followed Blaine out to his car.

"No," was the only response Blaine offered as they climbed inside. The remainder of the ride was silent except for the solemn melodies being emitted from the speakers.

Kurt clutched the strap of his satchel tightly as Blaine pulled into the parking lot they had left from, trying to work up the courage to say something, anything. Instead he stepped out of the car and faced Blaine, one hand resting lazily on the open passenger door.

"So, I guess I'll see you around…?"

"Of course," Kurt seemed reluctant to believe Blaine would have much of anything to do with him though, "…doll face."

The nickname, followed by a smirk, strangely restored the tiniest bit of hope in Kurt and he shut the passenger door, watching Blaine speed away from the school.

He and Blaine Anderson definitely weren't finished, there was still much of a story between them to unfold.