Kurt didn't really have much time to react. One minute he was sitting dead still on the sofa with a gobsmacked face, Maisie curled up at his side and looking up at him with wide eyes, and the next she's gone and he's stuck alone in an unknown house with none other thank Blaine fucking Anderson.

He just sat there and gaped for a while, letting the idea of Maisie and Blaine being siblings sink in and finding himself at a loss of what to say. What could he say?

Blaine's presence was ever-present and there, Kurt could feel it. His gaze locked on Kurt and body pressed up to Kurt's own. Their thighs felt glued together and the heat of Blaine's body was making Kurt feel drowsy and dry-mouthed.

He'd never been so close to another boy before, or at least an attractive one. He'd never wanted another boy this much before, either, and that fact kept a daunting feeling nestled in his stomach. Because no, he couldn't want Blaine. He was too good for Blaine, too good for anybody.

But he couldn't deny the shivers that went down his spine whenever Blaine moved slightly closer, or the way his fiery gaze never faltered, staying trained on Kurt the whole time.

The silence was stifling and Kurt could feel his skin growing hot. He couldn't find the strength to actually say anything, though, and it was making him feel weak and vulnerable and completely at Blaine's mercy.

He knew that if he turned his head just slightly to look at Blaine he'd be met with a full on smug look. He knew that Blaine knew the effect he had on him. But try as he might he couldn't hide it, he wanted Blaine, he wanted him more than anything he'd ever wanted before.

But the fact of the matter was that, in fact, he couldn't have Blaine, and that made the situation a whole lot worse.

First off, Blaine was Maisie's brother and, Kurt knew quite well, you're not supposed to date your best friend's brother. It was against the rules, or something.

Secondly, Blaine attended a reform school, for reasons still unknown to Kurt, and therefore wasn't what Kurt was looking for in a guy. He needed somebody loyal and worthy of his affections. Not some delinquent that could up and leave him at any minute. Kurt needed something stable, something his heart could handle.

So no, dating Blaine, wanting Blaine was out of the question. It was despicable of him to even think about it.

Then again, his curly hair was rather cute. And his eyes, his eyes were the most expressive and beautiful pair of eyes Kurt had ever come across. And what about his body? He was the hottest, most attractive, sexiest—With a raised arm and a faked yawn, Blaine's left arm settled itself snug around Kurt's shoulders.

"So Kurt, when do we start my…tutoring?" He finished that with devilish smirk and a wink.

Thank god though, if Kurt had been left to his thoughts but a moment longer—he guessed it was better not think about the consequences. He might have even talked into himself that wanting Blaine was a good idea. He may have even encouraged himself to go for it and—

Apparently oblivious to personal boundaries, with the arm he had hooked around Kurt's shoulder, Blaine began to lazily trace patterns with his index finger across Kurt's shoulder and the exposed parts of his neck.

Kurt opted to just cough loudly, moving forwards to sort out the papers he'd prepared for tutoring. Doing so had made Blaine's arm fall from it's current place but, paying it no mind, Blaine just proceeded to wrap it around Kurt's waist and began tracing patterns with his fingers there, instead.

Goosebumps made their way across Kurt's torso as he felt Blaine's cold fingers slip underneath his shirt, gripping his hip lightly. Try as he might he couldn't find the courage to tell him to stop, that he didn't want Blaine touching him because he did, he wanted Blaine to touch him so darn much that—

Kurt looked away, biting his lower lip as Blaine shuffled closer and pressed his face into his neck, breathing in. He'd never done this before, it all felt so new that he couldn't muster up the strength to push Blaine away. It felt so good.

"You smell nice, sugarplum" Blaine mumbled lazily nuzzling into Kurt's neck, his grip on the other boys hip tightening slightly.

"Well you smell icky," Kurt counters, smirk in place.

Blaine ignores the childish use of icky that he's as sure as anything was just Maisie rubbing off on Kurt. Instead he just grins, winking at Kurt. "I've been picking up garbage at the highway all morning, give me some credit."

Kurt just glares at Blaine, "You still smell," and with a huff he's grabbing Blaine's hand within his own, and makes as if to pull it away.

In less than a few seconds Kurt finds himself disoriented and looking up into a pair of bright hazel eyes, his body trapped within the confines of Blaine's warm body and the sofa. His breath hitched as Blaine's thighs tightened around his hips and his hands came to rest at each side of Kurt's head, tugging at the fabric of the sofa, trapping him.

Biting his lip and blushing madly Kurt looked away, his eyes darting in every direction. The close proximity of Blaine had him puffing out quick, broken breaths and his heart accelerating to a million miles per hour.

They hadn't even done anything yet and already Kurt was getting all hot and bothered. He hated himself for it, he shouldn't feel this way. It was wrong. He was too good. But he couldn't deny the queasy feeling he got at having Blaine so close to him, warm and there.

Kurt nervously takes a deep breath and locks eyes, once again, with Blaine. The other boy just lets out a chuckle and leans down to quickly peck Kurt on the lips. "You're so cute when you're all flustered," he states, pecking Kurt on the lips once more for good measure.

It catches Kurt completely off guard. Even in the compromising position he had been put in he was still unsuspecting of anything like that to happen. He curses himself for being so naïve and tries to wriggle out from underneath Blaine's body.

Looking up into hazel eyes and making out as if it hadn't meant a thing to him he says, "We should really be doing french." Blaine just looks back at him with a smirk, that stupid glint in his eyes as prominent as ever.

"Yeah, I'm down with that." And with no warning whatsoever, once again Kurt is completely thrown off balance. Mind blurry and cheeks red.

Blaine is kissing him. Full on kissing him. Kissing him with tongue. One hand sliding down to rest at Kurt's hip while the other threads it's fingers through the hair at the nape of Kurt's neck, tugging lightly. Kurt can't help the soft moan he lets out, muffled by Blaine's tongue. Which is in his mouth, god damnit.

Kurt finds himself torn between attempting to push Blaine away or, in fact, just giving in. He can't deny that he's enjoying it. He's enjoying it a lot. So with a 'Ugh, to hell with it!' passing through his mind he kisses Blaine back. One hand threading through Blaine's soft curls and the other grappling at the small of Blaine's back, fisting his fingers in his shirt.

Kurt doesn't know if it's only mere minutes that have passed or full on hours, on the other hand though, he doesn't really care. Eyes closed kissing Blaine and, in turn, letting himself be kissed, Kurt has never felt more at bliss. Not in the company of Maisie, talking about silly, childish things while she takes uncountable amounts of pictures of him. Not even just sitting in his room, listening to his favourite Broadway musical soundtrack and feeling completely at ease. He's never felt so alive before, it kills him to think it's because of Blaine that he feels this way, it has him wanting to pull away and never look back. But for now, he thinks, it's okay to just indulge. He can just make sure to never let it happen again. It should be easy enough.

Blaine pulls away a little while later, tugging Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth and sucking lightly. His insides buzzing with some sort of unknown feeling that has him feeling queasy and vulnerable. He knows it's his own fault, that this wouldn't have happened if he'd just put the undeniably strong pull he had towards the other boy behind him and ignored it. But he can't help it. With his tall, lithe body. His shining blue eyes—or were they green? Maybe grey?— and pale complexion. With his snarky attitude and sassy wit. Kurt was, is everything Blaine has ever wanted but, at the same time, everything Blaine can never get. Was it so bad to dream, though? To hope? Blaine tries not to encourage the strange—he'd also like to call them unwanted, but deep down he knows they're not—feelings, but at the same time all he wants is to go for it.

Kurt opens his eyes, his vision bleary as if he'd been in some kind of sedated state. Blinking a few times he locks his gaze with Blaine, confused. Blaine just tries his hardest not to think of how adorable he looks. It only takes a few seconds until alarm crosses Kurt's features and his body scoots back, trying to get away. Blaine tries to ignore the pang of hurt that shoots through him. He ignores it and, instead, puts back on his bad boy mask, because that's how he fixes all of his problems. Pretending he's someone else. Someone with more confidence. Someone that is undeniably not him.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Kurt states.

Blaine just smirks, moving down to nip and bite at Kurt's neck, sure to leave a mark. "Come on babe, you know you were enjoying it." And it's not even a suggestion, it's a fact. He moves back down to nip at Kurt's neck again, eliciting a gasp from said boy. Kurt's fingers curl gracefully around Blaine's shoulders and, for one second, Blaine really thinks he's going to push him away. But he doesn't. He just keeps him there, so, with a satisfied smile Blaine just keeps on at Kurt's neck.

He hates himself for this, for acting so lewd and obnoxious and so clearly not him. But it's all he knows, now. The old Blaine is long gone.

Breathing in, Kurt lets out a shaky "D-don't call me that," as if in an after-thought, but still makes no move to tug Blaine away.

"Call you what?" He pauses "babe?" and Kurt just frowns at him, clearly answering Blaine's question.

"I don't know about you, Anderson—" Blaine winces at the use of his surname, the small shred of hope that maybe, just maybe Kurt felt the same way towards him flying out the window with no preamble. "—but I don't like being compared to that of a pig." And he turns his nose up, head held high.

Blaine can't hold back a snort, "God—sorry!" he says sarcastically and lets out another laugh. He grins up at Kurt, eyes crinkling, "I hadn't even noticed,"

"I wouldn't have expected you to," is what Kurt replies, face still turned up as if he was superior, above Blaine. There's a sharp tug at Blaine's heart as he reminds himself that even though Kurt is so close now, he's still so far away. Out of Blaine's grasp.

Blaine might want Kurt but he certainly can't have him. He lets out a dejected sigh, the remains of his laugh fading away as if never even being there, he moves off of Kurt and sits at least a foot away from him on the sofa.

Kurt frowns at the loss of contact, feeling suddenly bare and uncomfortable, nonetheless he still gets up and smooths out his closes, brushing a hand through his hair to make sure it's still in place.

How was it that Blaine could coax such a reaction from him? It had never happened before. Normally, as soon as he'd lay eyes on someone he was already picking out all their faults. All the things that he had that they did not. All the ways in which he was better. Normally he'd never see them again, though, and this time, it wasn't quite the case. He'd found Blaine attractive from the start, even though he'd never admit it, and that made everything much more harder. He didn't want to feel this way towards Blaine. It was confusing and made him feel weak. Kurt was better than that. Better than Blaine. Too good for Blaine.

Kurt was perfect. Blaine clearly was not.

There were so many things Kurt could pick out about Blaine, so many things he could prod and scrutinize. He didn't want to, though, because thinking badly of Blaine made his stomach churn in weird ways and it'd always result in him feeling guilty. Blaine was a bad person though, right? Why else would he have been sent to a reform school? He obviously must have done something big, something dangerous. So why did Kurt find it so hard to think ill of him? He clearly deserved it.

These reactions, these feelings he had towards Blaine weren't good. He should push them away, deny them. He will.

With a shake of his head, ridding himself of such silly thoughts, Kurt shoots a sarcastic and snide smile Blaine's way and starts in the sweetest voice he can muster.

"Now, I was thinking we could start off with—"

"No, Mercedes. You don't understand—" he pauses, sitting down opposite his vanity. "The guy is lewd and obnoxious and—"

"Whatever you say, Kurt." Drones out her voice through the phone, sounding bored. "But he's hot, you said so yourself."

"That has nothing to do with the matter. He kissed me, Mercedes, he had no right!" And he's starting to get flustered, recounting the events of last week. His hand inadvertently rushes up to his neck, the pad of his thumb rubbing over the spot where Blaine had left a hickey, the thought of it sending shivers down his spine and rising a scatter of goosebumps all over his body.

"But you enjoyed it, white boy, isn't that what counts?" Kurt wavers slightly, not really knowing what to say. Mercedes just sighs, sounding beat and at a loss. "Just because he's your best friends older brother doesn't mean you should hold back. If you like him, go for it."

He groans, chucking his head back in frustration. "I wish it was that easy, Merc." He mumbles, thumb tracing the contours of his hickey. "He—He goes to a reform school. My dad will hate him,"

"Wait—No—Hold up. What? And you didn't think to tell me this, why?" Kurt bites his tongue, wishing he'd never said anything. The last thing he needs now is a rant from Mercedes.

"It just didn't come up…I guess." He shrugs although she can't see him.

"You guess? Kurt, this is serious…the guy's a criminal!"

"You think I don't know that?" He snaps, "It's just this big fact there all the time. I can't get rid of it," He pauses "I can't get rid of my feelings though, either," he nibbles on his bottom lip, unsure.

"I—" and that's bad, if Mercedes doesn't know what to say. She always has something to say. It makes Kurt's stomach churn and twist all the more, just waiting anxiously for an answer. "I'm not going to get in the way, Kurt. I know first hand that you don't choose who you're attracted to so, I won't judge you." she breathes in and Kurt can't help but hold his breath. "What I will say though, is make sure you're careful. Don't let your feelings get carried away, okay?"

And Kurt sighs, relieved that Mercedes partly understands what he's going trough. "How are…How are things with Sam?"

Mercedes lets out a chuckle, muffled slightly by the phone. "What do you expect? He's in love with Quinn…Like he always has been. Nothing has changed, I don't know why I expect it to," And Kurt can feel the hurt in her voice, at wanting something she can't have.

"Don't worry, Merc, he's clearly not good enough for you if he can't see how you're much better for him than Quinn Fabray. Wasn't she having an affair with Puckerman, though?"

"Yes, she definitely is. I saw them acting all cosey together at the mall last week. I don't want to tell Sam though, he'll be heartbroken."

And this is why Kurt admires Mercedes so much. There's never been a moment, in all the time Kurt has known her that she has acted selfishly or not considered other peoples feelings. Kurt respects her for that, respects her for something he'd never be able to do, even if he wanted to. His first priority is himself and maybe his dad. That's all. He doesn't care about much else.

"Anyways, some guy asked me out on a date the other day. His name is Shane, he's kind of cute. I like him,"

"Well, good luck then. I'm sure it'll all go great." And he smiles.

They talk about a few other things, the conversation finally leading to gossiping about Rachel Berry. Kurt only knows her because she goes to school with Mercedes, if not, she'd just be that jealous little girl he met in the park one day.

They hang up after that, both having things to do. Kurt, namely, has to get ready to head over to Maisie's house. She'd planned for them to watch a Disney marathon and Kurt really couldn't say no. They've hardly spent any time together lately, after that whole debacle with Blaine, Kurt feels guilty about what happened, about going around behind her back and making out with her brother, of all people. And it's not like Blaine has made it any easier.

It was only their first class that Maisie had been absent, she'd spent every other in their company. Or at least in the same house, whether it be in the next room over or watching TV in the living room with them. She was always there. Kurt had thought of it as some sort of saviour at first, how wrong he'd been though. Blaine had taken it as incentive to be more scandalous.

Quick fleeting touches when Maisie wasn't in the room. A hand running teasingly up his thigh, up his arm. Smoldering looks at seeing the effect he had on Kurt. It drove him mad, he just wanted to strangle Blaine or—or something.

So no, he hadn't quite managed to pull up the courage to spend time with Maisie, and he felt so guilty it was killing him. Her not knowing about things, he told Maisie everything.

"Stupid Blaine! Just has to stupidly come in and mess everything up because he's so stupid!" Kurt mutters, only just then noticing that his thumb is still tracing over the hickey soothingly. His hand flies away, as if burned. "Stupid Blaine!" He mutters again, wrapping a scarf around his neck to hide the offensive mark.

He shouldn't feel this way. It was just a stupid hickey, anyway, he shouldn't get so worked up. He guesses it's because it was Blaine who put it there. Just like he guesses it's because his thoughts are so plagued with Blaine lately that's why he hates the boy so much.

Looking himself over once more in the mirror, he makes sure his hair is all in place and his clothes aren't rumpled. Feeling satisfied he nods towards his reflection before getting up, pocketing his phone, and making his way downstairs.

Trudging his way up to Maisie's house, Kurt can't help but let the insistant guilt nagging at the back of his mind wash over him. His fingers fiddle with the hem of his shirt, nervous.

What if she finds out about him and Blaine and grows to hate Kurt? What will he do then, if Maisie hates him? She's all he has, the only person who truly understands him.

Shaking his head he tries to rid his mind of such thoughts. He'll just have to make sure to ignore Blaine's advances. Act as if they don't mean a thing. They shouldn't. They won't.

It wasn't like they hadn't seen each other at all though, him and Maisie. It's just that, other than at school and the small glimpses of conversation they had within Blaine's tutoring classes, Kurt had kept their contact to a minimum. Just phone calls and Skype. He still hadn't worked up the courage to see her in the flesh, knowing he'd get too overwhelmed and end up spilling everything. Then she'd hate him for sure. He's so scared, Maisie's all he has.

In less than nothing he finds himself knocking at Maisie's door, biting his lower lip and breathing quickly. This is it, he thinks, the moment when I either tell her the truth or remain a coward for the rest of my life. And he sighs, he knows it'll be the latter.

There's no answer. He knocks again—and still, no answer. He leans back a bit, looks towards the driveway and no, there's no cars. But that's normal. Their parents are away on business a lot, Maisie hasn't got a license and, well, Blaine goes to a reform school.

He gives an experimental push at the door and, surely enough, it opens. It's unlocked. Someone must be in. Maybe Maisie is listening to music in her bedroom? Maybe she can't hear him, that's why she hasn't come to the door.

So he makes his way nervously inside, shouting out a skittish 'H-Hello? Anyone home?' but there's still no answer. He makes his way upstairs, all the way chanting to himself 'you shouldn't be doing this, you shouldn't be doing this, you're like…trespassing or something' but even so he goes on, hand clasped tightly to the banister.

He shouldn't be doing this.

Setting foot on the last step, Kurt is sure he's right. Maisie is listening to music too loudly in her bedroom. He can hear the faint 'thump-thump-thump' of the beat from down the hall. It's just that, no, it can't be Maisie. The noise is very obviously coming from a room at the opposite end of the hall.

And without even thinking, Kurt is already there, pushing the door open.

He doesn't know really know why he's surprised, Blaine was the only option left, really. Although Maisie had assured him that no, her brother wouldn't be home tonight, he didn't get out of reform until Friday, here he was, in the flesh. Kurt can feel his cheeks growing hot.

Kurt slides in, the door clicking shut loudly behind him. He bites the inside of his lip nervously, hand behind his back never leaving the door handle.

"Blaine?"

He's at his mirror, skin glistening with little droplets of water that run down his exposed back. Kurt's eyes can't help but follow, he's almost certain his cheeks are a full-blown tomato red, now. Blaine pauses, hand halting from where he was running it through his hair, trying to tame his disarray of curls, and turns to look at Kurt.

"Kurt?"

"I'm…supposed to meet Maisie. But she's not…she's not—" he curses at himself for acting like such a bumbling idiot, tripping over his words. To make his point he waves his hands around, gesturing around Blaine's room "—here."

Blaine chuckles at Kurt's antics. But not one of the sultry, seducing little laughs Kurt is used to, this is more as if Blaine can't help himself. There's also this silly twinkle in his eye that is completely new to Kurt, too, instead of the mischievous glint. He can't help but sigh at how adorable he looks, bad boy act thrown out the window completely Blaine actually looks somewhat intriguing. Kurt feels the need to get to know him, to forget about all their past rendezvous and completely start a new. With a shake of the head though, he rids himself of such thoughts.

That's never gonna happen.

All too soon the Blaine he knows is back, as if he's finally caught up with himself. He smirks, laughs that little sultry laugh, and makes his way slowly towards Kurt.

"I'm afraid she won't be back for a while, Kurt." And Kurt hates the way he shudders at the sound of Blaine saying his name, how it rolls so easily off his lips. Kurt wants to kiss those lips."She's somewhat engaged with…other things, right now…" and his index finger trails the edge of his desk, every step he takes he's nearer to Kurt. The room feels stifling all of a sudden, Kurt needs to get out. "Guess you're stuck with me for a while, hmm?" And he smirks, that stupid glint in his eyes finally making its way back.

And whatever happens next is all a big blur. Kurt's resolve crumbles and as soon as his eyes lock with Blaine's their crashing into each other, strong arms circling Kurt's waist so they don't both topple over, Kurt's lithe fingers threading themselves trough Blaine's still wet curls. There's too much teeth and too much tongue but none of them seem to care, all they can think of is how good it feels to finally be kissing the other again.

Kurt hadn't even realised how much he wanted this. To be in Blaine's arms. Everything feels right, for once, even if Blaine is some reform delinquent. Even if he's Maisie's older brother. Nothing else matters. It's just Kurt and Blaine. Nothing else matters.

In a matter of minutes their falling back onto Blaine's bed. Taking charge, Kurt pins Blaine to the mattress, knees digging into his waist, and proceeds to nip and suck at Blaine's neck. It's all he can do not to think. No matter how hard he tries he can't rid his mind of that little glimpse of Blaine he'd seen today, that little glimpse that seemed like an entire different person. So he pushes everything away, ignores it, lets himself get caught up in the feeling of Blaine pressed up against him, underneath him.

"Well somebody definitely seems eager today," Blaine breathes out in between groans, hands clutching tightly at Kurt's shoulders and biting his lower lip roughly to not let out a moan. The only thing he gets in a reply is a muffled sort of growl of 'shut up' from Kurt.

He lets himself indulge for a while, liking the feel of Kurt's body pressed up warm and prominent against his own. His tongue working wonders at that spot right behind Blaine's ear, nipping and licking and sending shivers down Blaine's spine.

Blaine's hands trail down Kurt's back absently, too caught up in the feeling of Kurt and solely Kurt, slipping into said boys back trouser pockets and squeezing his ass gently.

Kurt lets out a yelp that goes straight to Blaine's crotch, his hips bucking up almost instantaneously. But he still can't shake the nagging feeling that settles in the pit of his stomach, as if he's doing the wrong thing, no matter how good it feels. As if he should warn Kurt, not let him get too caught up and make sure this is actually what he wants.

"Not that I'm c-complaining—" He finally lets out that moan he's been keeping in when Kurt's hand wonders south. "—or that I'm trying to make this hasty but—" Kurt gives an experimental squeeze at the bulge in Blaine's pants.

He troughs his head back, letting out a gasp as Kurt gets more confident and squeezes again, rubbing his palm gently across it. "Jesus, Kurt," And Blaine's tugging him up and pressing their lips together again, his own hands kneading at Kurt's ass slowly. "Maisie could come back any minute and—"

Kurt stops abruptly, his eyes wide and as guilt takes over them. His face visibly crumples and he turns away in a flash, breathing coming out in short, ragged breaths and fear clear in his eyes. His feet hit the floor and his arms circle around himself. He bites his lip, "What the hell am I doing?" and he lets out a harsh breath, frustrated.

"Aw, no, come on," Blaine tugs on Kurt's arm, scooting towards him and laying his head on Kurt's shoulder, nuzzling into his neck slightly. "I was just reminding you—" placing his hands on Kurt's hips and clenching slightly, "—It doesn't mean we have to stop," and he kisses at the skin at the nape of Kurt's neck

Kurt's head turns just a fraction and already they're kissing again, only quick pecks, Blaine's hands kneading comfortingly at Kurt's hips. They nearly miss the door banging closed downstairs, footsteps echoing up the hall. Nearly.

Kurt is out of Blaine's grasp like a bullet, out of the door and it's as if he'd never even been there at all. Door closing with a rattle, Blaine tries not to let the clenching at his heart get the better of him.

He falls back onto his bed with a thump, arms and legs spread wide and a frown etched into his forehead.

There's an insistent feeling in the pit of his stomach, like butterflies and tingly-ness all mixed up in one. His arms wrap around his torso tightly as he rolls into a fetal position, never having felt so unwanted in his life. He shuts his eyes, a sudden bout of drowsyness overtaking his whole being.

All he wants is Kurt, why can't Kurt want him back?

[A/N]: So…hello! Feedback is welcome, so if you're willing to give it, I'd be eternally grateful! :D