Blaine knocked the door open, ignoring the teacher bitching about him being twenty minutes late. It was either being late or eating the burger and fries in the classroom. He was doing her a favor. Kurt was sitting at the back corner of the room, his head was down and his arms were wrapped around his torso. "Hummel?" Blaine attempted to get his attention but the teacher just shushed him. Blaine rolled his eyes and took the seat next to him. He nudged his elbow at Kurt's arm and the only reaction he got was Kurt angling his body away from Blaine. He wanted to pursue him, to ask what was wrong… But that would involve showing that he cared about Kurt… Which he didn't. Blaine just thought he was interesting is all.
The rest of the hour went by without a word. Kurt never once lifted his head from the desk, and Blaine hated to say that he was slightly concerned. "Okay. You two may leave now." Mrs. Campbell pulled her glasses from her nose and slid them up to rest on the rats nest of brown curls on top of her head. Kurt finally glanced up at the clock and let out a resounding sigh. He cursed under his breath as he gathered his messenger bag and slowly walked out of the classroom, Blaine following close behind.
"What's up, babe?" Blaine asked, hiding his 'semi' concern behind his words, "You seem tense." Blaine slowed his pace so that he was behind him before reaching up and started massaging Kurt's tense shoulders. "Damn, you really are tense." Blaine noticed.
Kurt shrunk away from him, turning a bitch glare on him, "Can't you just fucking leave me alone?"
"Now, I don't think you want that." Blaine hooked his finger through Kurt's belt loop and tugged him forward. Kurt bit his lip and flickered his eyes away from Blaine's. "Now tell me what's up. And I'm not talking about either one of our dicks." He chuckled as he watched the blood turn Kurt's cheeks rosy. "Don't even try to deny it when we're this close."
Kurt, seeming to just realize how close they really were attempted to move away. Blaine just followed him until Kurt was pinned to the bank of lockers. "I just don't want to go home…" Kurt whispered. Blaine could understand that. He hated going home to his artificial family and his homophobic father. At least his dad didn't beat him or anything. Verbal assaults were enough.
"Troubles on the home front?"
Kurt let out a humorless, breathy laugh, "You have no idea."
Blaine hummed in thought, tightening his grip on Kurt's waist, "I could make you forget all of that." He suggested, leaning up and nipping at Kurt's earlobe.
"For a few hours. Then I'd just have to go right back home." Kurt wriggled out from Blaine's grasp.
"Mm, but baby… They'd be a few hours of pure ecstasy." Kurt just huffed, turning on his heel and stalking down the hall, "Fine. Be a stuck up prude." Blaine didn't fucking beg. No matter how sexy the guy was.
Kurt froze, snapping his head around and stomping towards Blaine, "Who the hell do you think you are calling me a prude?" Blaine took a step back, not expecting the onslaught of anger coming from the beautiful boy, "I'm sorry if I don't want to be just another notch on your bed post. Someone you can just fuck and chuck." Kurt growled.
Blaine, not one to be outdone, stood his ground, "You just need to get out more. Maybe getting fucked will do you some good!"
"I can't even believe you have the audacity to-"
"What? Are you a virgin queen or something?" Blaine asked, completely joking. Someone as good looking as Kurt was sure to have a few guys under his belt literally and figuratively. Kurt stammered, the blush rising to his cheeks again. "Holy shit. You're a virgin?"
Kurt scowled, "Shut up!"
"How are you still a virgin?" Blaine asked the back of Kurt's head, seeing as though Kurt was now fleeing.
"Stop talking."
"You're lying… Your ass if too fuckable for you to be a virgin."
"Leave me alone."
"I mean seriously. I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of those denim mounds of yours."
"Oh my God." Kurt pushed through the doors.
"Come on, babe."
Kurt jumped into his Navigator and Blaine ran to the other side, pulling open the passenger side door and sat down. "Comfortable?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded, "Good. Now get the fuck out of my car."
"Don't be a bitch, Hummel… Oh! I know. Let's go to Scandals! That place is kind of shitty, but there are drinks and music."
"Yeah, no. I don't think so." Kurt crossed his arms across his chest.
"How about this." Blaine began. He waited until he got Kurt's full attention before continuing, "If you go to Scandals with me, I'll leave you alone if you tell me to."
Kurt studied him for a moment, "You'd really give up that easily?" His voice skeptical.
"Yup." Blaine lied. He of course had no intention of letting Kurt's sweet ass get away from him that easily. He just wasn't going to plead him for it.
Kurt let an annoyed noise out from the back of his throat, "Fine! Damn."
"Start driving then." Blaine directed.
"Right now?" Kurt asked. Blaine just nodded, leaning back in his seat. Kurt mumbled something unintelligible under his breath before pulling out his cell phone and dialing a number. He started pulling out of the vacant parking lot when he started to speak, "Give my dad the phone." Kurt waited a second, "Hey, dad…. No, I'm actually going to sleep over at 'Cedes house if that's okay… I will… Sure, bye." Kurt hung up and placed the phone in the cup holder.
"Lying to Daddy? Tsk tsk, Hummel." Blaine chided in a sarcastic tone. Kurt just rolled his eyes and kept a steady speed down the road. "Wait, why'd you say you were going to be spending the night somewhere? Not planning on going home tonight?" Blaine reached over and rubbing his hand on the inside of Kurt's thigh.
"Hands to yourself, Anderson."
"I guess they have a mind of their own."
"I'm sure they're just taking orders from your downstairs brain." Kurt deadpanned.
Blaine ran a hand through his hair, "You want to tune down the snark level?"
"No. I like it where it is."
"That's what my downstairs brain thought about where my hand was."
"Cute." Kurt pulled up to the parking lot just as the sun set.
Blaine popped his door open, "Please tell me you have a fake ID on you." To his surprise, Kurt reached into his wallet and held up a card with two fingers, "And here I thought you were this goody two shoes kid."
"You do know what they say about those book covers, Anderson. Not that you've read a lot of books in general." Kurt showed the bouncer his ID before being ushered inside by an impatient Blaine.
Blaine went straight to the bar and ordered himself a beer, "What do you want, babe?"
"Kurt."
"Babe." Blaine persisted, "What do you want?"
Kurt sighed dramatically, "Someone is going to have to drive after this, Blaine."
Blaine put on a puppy dog pout, "Come on, babe. Live a little." He nudged Kurt's shoulder, sending him a flirtatious wink. Kurt narrowed his eyes before reaching out and grabbing the beer from Blaine's hands. He knocked the bottle back and took a long swig before pulling the bottle away with a lewd pop. Damn his tight pants, "Shit, Kurt. You're sure you're a virgin? I mean… The way you handled that bottle." Blaine made a show of shuddering.
"Wow. Is that all you think abo- Oh wait… Sorry, I must still be talking to your downstairs brain. Please let me know when your upstairs brain takes the reigns and maybe we could have a decent conversation."
"How about we let my dick do the thinking and forget about my upstairs brain so we can dance?" Blaine asked, practically dragging Kurt onto the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, rocking to the music. He could feel Kurt's back was ramrod straight, so he knew that he'd have to take more initiative. He boldly took Kurt's hands and put them on his ass, rolling his hips back into the touch. Blaine felt more than heard Kurt take a shaky breath before letting the music take over. Blaine stood on his tiptoes and started mouthing at Kurt's jaw line.
"Blaine-" Kurt started to protest, moving his hands up higher.
Blaine leaned in so that Kurt could hear him over the booming music, "You need to just let go, pretty boy." He could feel the music radiating through his body, vibrating his bones all the way to his core. The combination of the music and feeling the heat coming from Kurt was almost enough for him to lose control over himself, but he wouldn't take the choice from him. He stared up into those shining eyes and then Kurt nodded, a slight miniscule movement that Blaine wouldn't have caught unless he was completely paying attention. Blaine let his fingers spider up Kurt's back and twist in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging his face down to his level. The second he pressed his lips to Kurt's; he knew there was something different about him. Kurt moved his mouth timidly against Blaine's. Blaine let his tongue sweep along the seam of Kurt's luscious lips, asking for access. It was only a minute, but finally Kurt relented and opened his mouth. Blaine snaked his tongue in, lapping around and picking up the sweet taste that he could only describe as Kurt. Kurt pulled away for breath and Blaine just moved his lips to suck and nip at his neck.
"Maybe we should, uh-" Kurt let out a low moan, "Slow down a bit?"
Blaine smirked, "Sure, babe." He dove back in, but moved his lips languidly against Kurt's.
Kurt pulled away, "You know what I meant." He accused breathily.
Blaine rolled his eyes, "I'm going to get another beer." Kurt nodded, moving to sit at a small table.
By the end of the night, Blaine could honestly say that he was wasted. "Kurt!" He protested as Kurt dragged him through the parking lot and buckled him into the car, "You're being a buzz kill, Kurtie!" He whined.
"Why did I ever agree to go with you?" Kurt mumbled to himself, clearly not anticipating an answer.
"'Cause you think I'm sexy! You're fuckin' hot and so am I. It makes perfect sense if ya think 'bout it!"
Kurt just sighed, "Where do you live, Blaine?" Irritation seeping into his tone.
"According to a lot of people, I live either in Munchkin Land or The Shire."
"Shit…" Kurt didn't bother asking him anything else for the rest of the car ride to an unfamiliar part of town. Soon, he was being pulled out of the car and lead to a house.
"Where're we?"
Kurt shushed him and practically man handled him down the steps to a large room, not that he was complaining. "Stay." He ordered with a stern look.
Blaine nodded, "Yes sir!"
Kurt went over and put a pillow and a blanket on his sofa before forcing him down onto it. Blaine watched as he knelt down and tugged off his boots and then moved to pull off his leather jacket, "Go to sleep, Blaine."
Blaine laid back and watched Kurt walk around the unfamiliar room, gathering things up as he went before stepping into an en suite room. He came out a few minutes later clad in charcoal sweatpants and a black v-neck shirt that contrasted starkly with his milky skin. He flicked off the one light and the room was engulfed in darkness. He waited a few seconds before he heard the squeak of bedsprings before he kicked off his blanket and shuffled over to the bed. He slid in next to Kurt and wrapped his arms around him from behind.
"Blaine!" Kurt hissed.
"Hush. Just relax baby." He pressed a few kisses to the back of Kurt's neck before letting the darkness take over his senses.
The next morning, he woke to a cold bed and a pounding headache. He rolled out from under the sheets and glanced about the room before cautiously making his way up the stairs. There was a woman sitting at the kitchen table reading through a newspaper before looking up in shock.
"Hi. Uh… Sorry. I'm just looking for Kurt." Blaine explained awkwardly.
"Oh, I'm his step mother. He's upstairs." She greeted, tucking her dark hair behind her ear.
A moment later, he heard footsteps coming from upstairs. He expected to see Kurt, but was astonished when none other than Karofsky came around the corner, sending him a harsh glare. "Hi, Mom." He smiled and kissed his mother's cheek. Well, Blaine certainly wasn't expecting that.
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Were y'all expecting that? Haha. :) I hope everyone likes this chapter!
