LadyBoys

Misguided

The line at Rite-Aid was super long and I would have left, were it not for the thought of Kimmo back in my bathroom soaking in a hot steamy bath.

I nearly tripped over an old lady and didn't even realize that I was licking my lips, and massaging my Johnson until she scowled at me and thumped me hardly in the chest as she pushed passed. Ouch! I've seriously got to get it together. What if one of my teammates were here. What would they say when we were back at school? I could guess: "Dude I saw Karofsky at the Rite Aid on Park and he was looking all dreamy at an eighty year old, working up the stroke, and then he went to buy some condoms".

It was a stupid thought but after Hummel I've been extremely paranoid about the truth coming out. I find myself constantly being reminded by Azimio that two queer football players would never rule Mckinley High, but two Jocks could rule the world. It was our little secret, being queer. My first day of High School was pretty shit. If it weren't for my father forcing me into Hockey and Football in Middle School I never would have been able to transition into Jock life so easily. The coaches already knew who I was, and came looking for me as soon as the season started. Azimio was "the chosen one". He was already Mr. Popular only two days into classes.

I took an immediate dislike to that fact seeing as he didn't go to Lima Middle, and worse, wasn't even from Ohio. On the first day of practice as I was suiting up in the locker room he came up behind me and shoved me into the locker. I spun around ready to swing, seeing as I was kind of waiting for a moment to go Death Star on him anyway. His smile made me pause, and I guess a look of confusion came across my face, because then he put his hand on my shoulder. I reached to brush it off, but he caught my fingers and squeezed them, not in a violent way. "It's Ok Dude. I see who you are. I see who we both are, and unlike you, I've accepted it".

That would have been the perfect opportunity to distance myself from the truth in Azimio's eyes, but being gay alone in high school, was harder than being gay with someone to talk to in high school. I know this now. Since that day Azz and I have been best of friends. More so I think, because of the secret we share than because we actually like each other. He has a mean streak, and was an instigator. I follow, because that was the easy thing to do. Still, he knew me on a deeper level, and I him. We both started experiencing "gay feelings" from around age seven, and were too close to our Moms for anyone's liking. Both our fathers had pushed us into sports in hopes of getting the siss out of us, and today on the outside, you wouldn't even be able to tell we force less popular froshs at rivals schools to give us hummers during the summer. Unless of course, you were to follow us around school, where we basically forced everyone there to do what we wanted too.

I made a bee-line for the back of the store to the Pharmacy where the condoms are kept trying to regain my non-aroused composure. That's when I read his voice. Kurt Hummel. The uber queer who I ran out of Mckinley with a kiss…..and, an occasional death threat.

"Oooh Blaine, maybe we should get the Cherry flavored ones. Ooooh, no wait, how about Green Apple?"

Shit, was all I could think. Suddenly my feet were glued to the floor as I had the internal argument of a). turning around and running or b). walking nonchalantly up to the Pharmacy counter and asking for both the Cherry and Apple flavored Trojan, but not because it had been three weeks since I'd seen Porcelain. Hummel, his name was Hummel.

Just then my mind was made up for me when I felt someone breathing on my neck. I turned around hoping that the old lady hadn't alerted the security guard only to be met with a fist directly to the center of my face. Disoriented I lost my balance and fell into the display setting beside me. I tasted metal in my mouth and knew that I was bleeding. Shaking I put my had to my nose and then eye level. Being punched off guard and seeing my hand covered in blood must have shocked the shit out of my psyche, because it took me a few seconds to realize that the loud girly squeal I was hearing was actually being omitted from me.

"Take that you self hating fag bully. When you're done crying like a bitch you can use one of these to stop the bleeding."

Blaine, picked up a box of something from the floor and threw it at my face, hitting my leaking nose. Not knowing what else to do I looked around me still disoriented. I was surrounded by at least fifty boxes of Tampax Pearl-THIS WAS NOT FUCKING HAPPENING!

I got to my feet head spinning, and lunged for Blaines throat. All the while allowing how super hot and with Hummel he was to further fuel my anger. My fingers scratched at his perfect neck, and I nearly got hold of his shitty Dalton shirt collar when he did a sick Karate move that landed me once again on the filthy store floor unsure whether I should cup my nose or ball sack.

He leaned into my face eyelashes lush and long, and skin,...and skin way better than mine.

"You think you can threaten to take people's lives, just because of the self-hatred that's going on in your repressed football injured mind? You think you can make people miserable, just because you're the truly miserable one? Well you cant, OK ASSHOLEEE!"

He sang out the 'hole part of the word so long, and so loud that I just knew everyone between here and the Ohio state border heard him. THIS, …...WAS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING? Was I being beaten up in a public place by one half of the cakest cake boys in Lima?

"Blaine, I can fight my own battles".

Suddenly they were both looking down at me. The boy of my dreams, and his dreamy boyfriend. If I didn't know better I would have sworn I saw remorse, or was it pity, in Porcelain,-Hummel's eyes. He was tugging Blaine away from the scene of the crime. Blaine was enjoying what he had just done I could tell. He winked at me as he turned to walk away. "Get Cherry?". He commanded Kurt. Porcelain just nodded and walked away as I lay there.

[[[[Superrrrrrrrrrrr Long I know! Sorry that there is more telling that showing (description vs dialogue). THIS WILL CHANGE. I am still in the early stages and so back story is incredibly important to me. Notice I have began to change things up. I have read much Kurtofsky fanfic already, and some themes are constant among them. If you read Kurtofsky fanfic then you will easily know which ones i change. This won't be the Dave we're used to. It's apparent that we're not dealing with the same Azimio. Yes, I did quote Puck (:

Here I was thinking that no one was reading and i check my e-mail and see that I have been added to like 20 peoples alert list. YEA ME!...lol. Thanks for the early support and I want to know what you think so by all means]]]]:

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