Chapter 2

Glee that day was absolute madness. Of course, the story of Kurt cursing out the new transfer student in the middle of Chemistry was all over the school by now, and the Glee kids were no exception.

"Kurt, my man. As far as badasses go, you are definitely number WHA! Except for me, of course." Puck greeted Kurt as he walked into the choir room.

"Never knew you had it in you, Hummel," Santana commented. "He must have really pissed you off to get that out of you."

"Yeah Kurt, what exactly did he do to make you that mad?" Mercedes asked. The rest of the Glee club murmured in agreement, wanting to know exactly what had went down. Kurt sighed and began to explain.

"He was making really…inappropriate comments about me and to me." The rest of the club looked a little confused, so Kurt continued.

"He said that I looked really tense and that…well, pretty much just said if I had sex with him, I'd loosen up. Then when the teacher asked if there was a problem, he said the only problem was that…" Kurt's face flushed as he looked down at his fingers and mumbled, "That I wasn't on my knees yet."

A few of the girls gasped as Puck laughed, looking impressed, and Santana muttered "Wanky." Finn, more than anyone, looked particularly confused and pissed off.

"Wait, but dude…I don't get it…why would he say those things to you?"

"He's obviously gay, you idiot," Santana snapped back at Finn. "And he's got the hots for little Hummel over here."

This caused a great deal of excitement amongst the club, with Finn still looking confused. Kurt blushed even more as he heard all the girls and guys chatter about Kurt and this new kid.

"So Kurt, are you gonna let him make a move?" Mercedes asked.

"What? Absolutely not," Kurt responded quickly. "He's vile and rude and immature. And he landed me in detention. I want nothing to do with him."

"But he's gorgeous!" Tina responded, and all the girls agreed. Even Puck nodded his head a little.

"I don't care if he's the top male supermodel in the world, he can't just think he can talk to someone like that and get away with it. I have no interest in this Anderson kid and I never will. In fact, I pretty much loathe him right about now."

And with that, the conversation between the Glee clubbers was dropped. Kurt sat with his arms crossed and his eyes staring straight ahead, trying to pay attention to what Mr. Schuester was saying, but with no avail. He hated that Anderson kid. That's all there was to it. He was rude and disrespectful and he got him the only mark on his flawless behavior record that Kurt had ever had. He wasn't kind, or sweet, or funny, or any of the wonderful attributes Kurt had dreamed up for his perfect man. So why was it he couldn't shake the gaze of those intense hazel eyes out of his mind?

Glee club had ended and Kurt sat reluctantly in the Chemistry classroom to serve his detention. It had already been 20 minutes, yet it was still just him and Mrs. Ferguson in the room. Where was that insolent little jerk anyway?

And almost like he could hear Kurt thinking about him, the insolent jerk sauntered through the door, took the seat next to Kurt, and propped his booted feet up onto the desk and leaned back. He looked over at Kurt and winked at him. Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically and tried to will himself not to blush.

30 minutes had passed when Mrs. Ferguson got up from her desk.

"I'm going to the teacher's lounge to get some coffee. You boys behave and stay put. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Kurt's stomach lurched, hoping the delinquent next to him would just leave him be for the few minutes until the teacher came back, but to no avail. As soon as the door shut behind her, Anderson's eyes were locked onto him.

"We can do an awful lot with just a few minutes, Hummel," the shorter boy commented.

"Shut up, Anderson," Kurt retorted. "I have no interest of doing anything with you."

"Blaine."

Kurt looked at him, slightly caught off guard. "Excuse me?"

"My name. It's Blaine. Figured I'd let you know, considering it's what you'll be screaming soon enough," he said with a cocky tone.

Blaine, Kurt thought. That was a nice name. And it would be very easy to yell during—wait, no, no, focus, you hate him, remember?

Kurt ignored his unwanted dirty thoughts and turned back to Blaine with the same bitchy glare he had given him before. "I have no interest in your name, you, or ever doing anything with you. So please, just leave me alone."

Blaine chuckled softly to himself as he got up and walked slowly in front of Kurt's desk. "Now I think you and I both know that's not true," he purred softly as he looked down at Kurt. Kurt gulped heavily and willed himself to glare up and Blaine, but the look in those hazel-fuck-me eyes was not an easy one to shake off. He felt his breath catch in his throat as Blaine's face drew closer to his.

"Just face it," he murmured softly. "You may hate me…but you want me." His lips were now inches from Kurt's, and Kurt could feel his hot breath on his mouth as his heart beat pounded in his ears. "You want me touching you…kissing you….in you…"

Blaine growled those last two words and any hope Kurt had of looking stoic and bitchy towards him was gone. His bottom lip was trembling with his eyes focused on the pink, soft-looking lips that were barely a centimeter away from his. His stomach hotly coiled as Blaine licked his lips and bit his bottom lip slightly.

"Just picture it," he growled, hovering his lips over Kurt's skin, far enough so that he never touched him, but close enough so that Kurt could feel his breath on his jaw line and neck. "Me, thrusting into you, as you cling onto my back, digging your nails into my shoulders. Each time I thrust harder…and harder…and harder…" Blaine retracted and moved his face back and forth towards Kurt, hearing as Kurt breathed heavily in time with his rhythm, each time he said the word 'harder.' "You through your head back and scream my name, telling me you're so close. I suck on your neck as you entangle your fingers in my hair, panting my name even more and more. You brace yourself on the bed, you arch your back, and…"

Kurt was practically moaning as he clung onto every word Blaine said, waiting for him to tell him of his own release like his actual release depended on it. And without thinking about it, he moved forward slightly, wanting nothing more than to feel Blaine's skin on his, whether it was his lips, his cheek, his neck, anything. He needed to be touched. Yet Blaine pulled away with a cocky grin on his face. He looked down at the hot mess he had turned Kurt into simply with his words, and leaned over his desk and put his lips close enough to whisper in his ear.

"Enjoy your hard-on."

With that, Blaine Anderson sauntered out of the room, not bothering to wait to be dismissed by Mrs. Ferguson. Kurt suddenly snapped out of the erotic trance he had been put into and stared down at his crotch, only to see a raging erection staring back at him.

Fuck.