Watch Your Back Blaine Anderson 2
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own Darren Criss, (When I wrote this it was 2-5-2012 Darren's birthday) Lea Michele, or Chris Colfer. I own a laptop and half a stick of gum. (Eww…never mind the gum. It has hair on it.)
Author's Note: HI! HOLA! BONJOUR! ALOHA! I'm back for another addition. And to all my friends, you know who you is, YA'LL REVIEWS IS AWESOME!
And the car mentioned is a car that I'll never be able to afford in real life, for the car is from my dreams.
It's Friday. (Friday, gotta get down on Friday!) (That song is terrible)
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Kurt POV
Ever since Tuesday Blaine has been sitting at the table with me. I was sitting at my usual lunch table. I sat between the hockey players and the cheerleaders, behind the Goths, and in front of the band kids.
I felt someone's hand on the back of my neck. He sat down in front of me. Blaine looked real good today.
He was wearing a gray v-neck polo sweater on top of a light green shirt. He had on dark wash Rock and Republic jeans and green and gray checkered slip-on Vans. He also had on a gray and green striped silk tie under the sweater. On top of all that he had on a hat exactly like he had on Tuesday except that for today it was gray with a green satin around it.
"You look good," I told him. He actually looked annoyed. "What's wrong?" He jerked his head over to the Glee table. If looks could kill, Rachel's would have made us die a horrible and messy death.
"She's been on my case for hanging out with you." I waved my hand at her.
"Ignore her. Anyway I want to hear the 'Mother Dearest' story."
"Not here. Not now anyway." He looked sort of sad. I wonder how long it would take for him to get on his knees for me.
Mercedes collapsed next to me.
"Uh-oh. Berry's giving you the death glare," She looked at Blaine. "Mercedes 'Chocolate Thunder' Jones." We laughed lightly and high-fived.
Blaine's cell phone had ringed. He looked the screen. Blaine glared at Rachel who had a smug look on her face. He looked around and then flipped Rachel the bird. She opened her mouth wide and he smiled like he was innocent.
"What did she say?" Mercedes breathed out.
"'You know if you guys ever get married, I'm not gonna carry your baby. No matter how talented it'll be.'" Blaine said rolling his eyes.
"Oh Set. I can't even imagine my sperm in her." I held my head in my hands and chuckled softly to myself.
"Anyway Kurt, are you going to Douglas' party tonight?" Mercedes asked me. I hated Douglas Carter with a passion, but his parties were legendary. If I didn't show up it would make people think that Douglas and I had a fight and they would think that we were sleeping together. And ewww…I don't want people to think that.
"Yeah. As long as Blainey here could come with," He looked bashful at the thought of going anywhere with me. "Awww…you nervous? Don't worry, stay close to me. I'll introduce you to my crowd. You're seen with me, they will stay away from you. Trust me."
"I've never been out past curfew before." He answered honestly. I shrugged.
"I'll make sure you won't get caught by the feds. Just so you know your parent's love me. I can convince them that I'm responsible enough to keep you safe." He sighed and nodded his head.
"Ok." Mercedes and I squealed with excitement.
"Ok White Boy, we need to set up a dress code. Skinny jeans: Kurt's thing," Mercedes had started. Last night we went over who could wear what and what colors would go with whose skin tone. "You will not wear them unless Kurt gives you permission. Me: Animal print. You will not wear anything with animal print on it. Get it, got it, good."
"Oh, I have a plan," Mercedes and Blaine looked at me. "We should get ready at Blaine's house. You and I could go to our respective houses, get our clothes, and go to Blaine's. That way we'll cut down on time. And we could bring clothes for the next day. I could convince his dads to let us spend the night." Mercedes was nodding her head. Blaine looked dubious.
"Please Blainey? I promise I won't do anything bad." I stuck out my lower lip and pulled out 'The Eyes'. He cringed and exhaled.
"Yes." Mercedes and I squealed once more with excitement and went over to Blaine and hugged the life out of him.
This was going to be the best night of his life.
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I got to his house with Mercedes in tow at 3:45. Hiram had opened the door.
"Kurt! Long time, no see." He smiled and stepped back out of the door. "Hello again Mercedes." She nodded.
"Mr. Berry, Blaine had invited us over. We were going to a party tonight and we decided to get ready here. Is that ok with you?" Hiram had nodded.
"Yes, but why do you have an extra change of clothes?" He asked clearly confused.
"Just in case we get home after curfew I was wondering if we could stay here." I didn't say it as a question. It was more of a statement and I wanted a direct answer.
"Of course. I'll just have to set up the guest bedroom. And Kurt, No funny business." I smiled and went up to Blaine's room.
I opened the door without knocking and liked what I saw. There was a closed door next to what I supposed was the closet and guessed that was the bathroom.
Blaine's room is maroon with silver musical notes all over the wall. There were those glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling. The floor was also maroon but there was a white fluffy rug under the bed and under the table that held all of his game systems.
"Blaine! Are you in here?" I shouted into the room. The bathroom door opened and the boy in question stepped out. He quirked one of his triangular, bushy (but still somehow cute) eyebrows.
"Right here," He laid down on his bed. "You can just set you stuff down anywhere. I'll pick it up later. Speaking of later what time is it?" I sat back up.
"3:53." Mercedes replied. She sat down on the bed. "Your bed is soft." She began to bounce on it. Blaine smiled. "I gotta pee." She said.
"Yes Mercedes. We all wanted to know about your bladder." I said sarcastically. She had rolled her eyes at me and went through the door that Blaine had just left. He looked at me and broke into a goofy smile. He said something, but I only remember the last part.
"Do you want to?" I stepped backwards. He wanted to have sex with me while both of his parents and Rachel in the house. Not to mention that Mercedes was in the bathroom.
"Do what exactly?" I wanted to clarify if he wanted to do it.
"Jump on the bed. Do you want to?" Without waiting for any answer he grabbed my hands. "Take off your shoes." I kicked them off and stood on his California King sized bed. He was standing right next to me. "Give me your hands." I grabbed them gently.
He started to just bounce lightly. Then he started to jump a little higher. He stopped.
"Why aren't you jumping?"
"Because this is stupid." He smiled wider and grabbed my arms. I felt as though he electrocuted me. My heart sped up.
I began to jump with him. I started to smile almost as big as Blaine's. He stopped for a moment and grabbed a remote to his iPod socking station. P!nk's "So What" came on. He let go of my arms and started to jump around and singing.
'So what? I'm still a rockstar! I got my rock moves! And I don't neeeeeeeed you!
And Guess what! I'm having more fun! And now that were done, I'm gonna show you tonight!
I'm alright! I'm just fine! And you're a tool!
So, So what! I am a rockstar. I got my rock moves! And I don't waaaaaaant you tonight!'
The song went off and "S & M" By Rihanna came on. When he was singing the only words I heard were the chorus.
'Cause I might be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.
Sex in the air I don't care, I love the smell of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me!'
We had stopped jumping and looked at each other. He leaned forward almost pressing his lips to mine. Then Mercedes came out of the bathroom. He snapped backwards.
I jumped down from the bed and landed on the floor. I checked my watch. It was 4:00.
"Alright. The party is at 7. Let's get ready!" Mercedes said.
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Blaine made me shower first. Mercedes had gone downstairs to bug the elder Berries'. Blaine was in his room as far as I knew.
'He was going to kiss me! He was about to kiss me!'
I took a deep breath and heard something or someone fall.
"SHIT!" I put my hand over my mouth. The super sexy, Mr. Preppy McDapperson can actually use swear words? I stepped out of the shower and put my ear against the door because I heard another voice.
"Blaine! What did we say about using that type of language?" It was Rachel. Queen of the dwarfs.
"I just fell down, and I got scared alright? I had that feeling that you get on the top of a roller coaster and you're about to go down. I was scared. I won't say it again."
"Alright. Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
I heard the door close.
"Stupid Bitch. Fucking up my god dammed life. What the hell does she know? She's only known me since I was seven. You can unpress your head from the door now Kurt!"
I stepped away. How did he know what I was doing? I dried off with the towel that he had left there and put on a faded blue Abercrombie tee, black Abercrombie jeggings, and black shoes. I brushed my teeth and left the bathroom.
"How did you know what I was doing?" I asked. 'This is what Brittany feels like.'
"Years of me spying on my dad's. I'm going to shower now." He disappeared into the bathroom.
I sat on his bed trying to figure out what had happened in the past couple of days.
I heard the shower shut off and saw his clothes hanging on the head of the bed. I stood up left the room and shut the door loudly. I opened it just a crack so I could still see.
He walked out the bathroom; his waist wrapped in a towel, and went to the direction of his bed. He dropped the towel and I gasped.
'Why doesn't he have a boyfriend?' I put my hand against my mouth to keep from making any noise.
He was hung like a fucking horse! He was at least eight and a half inches easy. It was an inch wide.
Then he turned around. He had a large tattoo on his back that read: 'Love: It Hurts when you have it, and when you don't.' Then he had a black heart that was ripped apart and pierced with a dagger.
I started to palm myself through my jeans. I was getting really hard. I ran to the guest bedroom.
I locked myself in the bathroom and released my aching cock from my pants. I panted as I wrapped my hand around it. I was stoking it at a leisurely pace, but that was already making me close to release.
I closed my eyes.
Dream Sequence
My tongue was traveling down something hot and wet. I looked up. Blaine was writhing and panting above me.
"Please. Please don't tease me."
I put the head in my mouth and sucked around it. He moaned above me. He grabbed my hair and forced me down on his cock.
I swirled my tongue around it and pulled off.
"What did we say about being a bad boy?" He whimpered and opened his mouth.
"Bad boys don't get rewarded." He pouted.
"But since I'm really horny now and you passed your geometry test, I'll make one exception." I licked back down on his cock and deep-throated it.
"Uhhhhh…." His head was rolling side to side and he kept bucking his hips into my mouth.
He was close. I could feel it. I moved my hands up towards his balls and started to play with them: squeezing them, rolling them between my fingers. I felt his cock stiffen in my mouth seconds before he came hard down my throat.
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I sat in the bathroom for an extra 20 minutes. I was still panting after my orgasm.
'What the hell was that? You never get off that easy. You didn't even have sex with him!'
I stood up still shaking and shivering. I tucked myself back into my pants and washed my hands. I walked out confident not thinking about what I had just done, even if it felt so good.
I walked down the stairs.
"Hey Kurt where were you?" Blaine asked me. Of all people I wanted to see right now, I least expected Blaine. He followed me into the kitchen.
"Uhh….Guest bathroom. I had to go pee." I turned around facing the direction of the patio. "We should start getting to dinner soon." I opened the patio door and stepped out into their backyard. I sat in one of the chairs and thought.
It thought about nothing, but everything.
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I wokeup when I felt someone touch my shoulder.
"Boo, it's time to go."
"What time is it?" I asked Mercedes.
"5:30. We have to leave before Rachel finds out and keeps Blaine from going." I stood up. Nodded my head, and left the patio. I grabbed my car keys from the counter and was about to walk away when someone grabbed my hand. It was Blaine.
"Yeah, uh huh, we're leaving right now. Santana…Yes I have enough room," he made a motion that clearly meant put the keys down. "I'll be there after we get from the restaurant. You want to come? Alright. Bye."
"Hold on just a sec." He dropped his hands from my wrist. "Dad! Can I use my car?"
"Here are the keys. But come in here for the rules!" Blaine rolled his eyes and motioned for us to come with him.
"No fighting, no one-night stands." He looked over at me. I looked behind me. "No coming home with random strangers."
"He wasn't a stranger." Blaine argued.
"But until that day you've never met him before?"
"He was having a really bad day." Tyler rolled his eyes.
"If you somehow manage to not make it home by tonight, stay with Mickey or Donald. They live relatively close to this boy's house. And Blaine please park that stupid, crazy expensive car at one of their houses. Don't come home high."
"One time and you're blackmailed for life." Blaine said.
"Do you understand these rules that I have just told you?" We all nodded our heads in unison. "Good." Tyler handed the keys to Blaine and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "Drive safe ok?"
Blaine nodded and walked us out the front door.
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"'Bout time you got here! Is the hobbit here?" Santana asked as she got in the car. "And super sexy car."
Blaine's car was a black five-seater Porsche with heated seat and an amazing A/C and heating. The seats weren't leather (boo.) but a really comfortable fabric. It had a hook-up for a phone or IPod and satellite radio. And he could make the wheels light up blue. It was a really cool car.
"No Rachel isn't here, but Thank God!" Blaine said. He turned the music up a little and put the top down. Did I mention that his car was a convertible?
"So Kurt, is Finn going to be there?"
"No. He's grounded for 'Inappropriate behavior'." Included with air quotes.
"What did he do?"
"Tried to slide down the stairs in a laundry basket and broke the mirror that was at the bottom."
"Wow." Blaine said. Can I tell you what he was wearing? Black skinny jeans (I gave him permission) with a dark blue button down. Underneath was a black Hollister t-shirt. I gave him my approval.
"So when did you get this sexy thing?" Santana asked.
"My 16th birthday last year. It used to be my exes, but he didn't want it. He preferred his Corvette."
Boyfriend? Oh right. He used to go to Dalton and that place must be crawling with gay boys.
"So he gave you a car?" Mercedes asked. Blaine nodded.
"So where are we going now? Straight to the party or to the restaurant?" I asked. I was pissed that the subject of him having a boyfriend. Even though it was kind of none of my business.
"Ummm…to the restaurant. We should at least eat before we go out and drink ourselves unconscious." He chuckled and pulled into Breadstix.
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I am finished with this. I'm done with this. I will start another chapter. I am sick of these sentences. Oh God what's happening. Oh no. I can't stop this.
