Hitting Harder.
Warning: This, I would prefer this story to be rated MA, just to let you all know. It's going to be pretty violent, have plenty of sexual content/sexual situations, lots of swearing, and maybe drug references, though neither half of Klaine smokes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did, so many more Klaine kisses.
Note: Yes things have undergone a little revision. On the plus side, this means I have more thought out ideas for the story so... yay~!
Do you want to touch me?
The door opened and Kurt stepped inside, ignoring Sam's warning. His vision was instantly assaulted by bunched up bronze muscles that shifted and contracted with each swift jab. Kurt tilted his head, watching the muscles ripple and the sweat fly off Blaine's body, trailing his eyes over the scarcely clad form. His eyes glued themselves to the defined muscles of Blaine's legs and ass, only covered by tight boxers, causing the model to swallow thickly. Kurt's jaw hung uselessly and he licked his dry lips as his lids drooped and darkened. 'Wow this is painful.'
Blaine was in his own little world, concentration unbroken by the open door or panicked voices. His eyes were shut tight as the rest of his body moved at an almost blinding speed while he worked out his frustrations. He was consumed with anger and lust, just needing to battle the fierce emotions out of his mind and heart.
Kurt just stood there and watched, the rest of the group eyeing the pair in silence to see what would happen. After a few inappropriate comments about Blaine 'fine ass body' from Santana, Kurt managed to break out of his daze and shook his head to clear away the lust induced fog. He straightened his shoulders and walked around the boxing bag, coming to stand behind it. The he cleared his throat and waited.
At the alerting sound, Blaine's eyes snapped open, and his feet stopped as he went into a defensive move. When he registered Kurt standing in front of him, his mouth dropped from an angry scowl to lips pursed with frustration. He smoothed out his features. "Look, not to be rude, but I really don't want to talk to you." his eyes narrowed as he spoke. Kurt took a moment to respond, getting distracted by a trail of sweat.
He inwardly slapped himself. "Okay, that was deserved." Kurt muttered, acknowledging the hostility. "Ander...-Blaine..." Said man raised a questioning brow. "I know we got off to a bad start-" Blaine chortled. That was an understatement.
"You criticized me on live television, in front of millions of people based off of ignorance and prejudice." He dead-panned. Kurt winced. Point, and though Kurt still didn't think boxing was the way to go, he may have been a little extreme about it.
"Okay, so a very bad start." Blaine just stared at him. "Look, I came to apologise alright!" Blaine blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry that I did that, thinking on it, that wasn't one of the best decisions I have every made and yes, I could have worded it better. I'm sorry I told you that you have a problem. And I'm sorry for tarnishing your reputation on live tv." To Kurt's merit, he seemed sincere. Blaine considered him.
"Well, thanks for the apology I guess... um..." he wiped the sweat from his brow. "What now?" Blaine looked helplessly at Sam through the open door. The blonde simply raised his arms and backed away, signalling that Blaine was on his own to figure things out while the others quickly tried to cover up the fact that they were listening in. Kurt giggled a little at the cute betrayed, frightened look that crossed the boxer's face before catching himself and schooling his features.
"Now," he brushed off the satisfying ripple he received when he brought Blaine's attention back to him. "you wash up and we talk properly, then we go have an amazing time at the concert... sound good?" Kurt locked eyes with the ravenette and he smiled a wary but tentative smile.
"Yeah... sounds great." Blaine nodded and walked towards the bathroom as instructed, shooting Kurt a glance as he made his way.
Kurt watched him go, thinking about the situation. 'He certainly doesn't seem like a bad guy... maybe we'll even have some things in common?' Kurt sighed. The man was a boxer(he won't let that go), fat chance. But hey, positive thinking right?
After a brief moment of silence and a few awkward comments made and questions raised, the pair were laughing and chatting in no time, going even so far as to finish off each other's sentences (think Mercedes' first lunch date with the two way back when). Mercedes and Sam were pretty smug with the complete 180 and Mike, who was the only other one from the group particularly close to Blaine, as well as Wes and David were pretty happy about the change. The room was filled with an amiable air and everyone had some good mellow time before the show. Until drama slammed the door open.
"Kurt! You would not believe what I found out at-" Rachel froze at the sight before her and blinked. "Enemy!" She shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at Blaine and dragged Kurt up out of his chair towards her. "What are you doing here!?" She scowled at him, brows furrowed and arms looped around one of Kurt's.
Kurt winced and bit his lip as Blaine just rolled his eyes and slumped in the chair. 'So this is the slightly more dramatic and not as fashionably tasteful version of how I was acting...' He offered an apologetic smile to his new friend, but Blaine wasn't looking his way. No, the shorter male was now on his feet and was having a glare off with Kurt's brother, who had strolled in through the door after his girlfriend. Kurt raised a brow at the silent staring contest and pursed his lips in distaste. "Do I need to whip out the rulers?" The two boys had the decency to look embarrassed as the other occupants of the room snickered. "Good, now that that's sorted. Blaine, this is my brother Finn and his girlfriend and my close friend, Rachel. Guys this is Blaine. Be civil." he ground out of clenched teeth.
"We need to be civil!?" she shrilled. Kurt inwardly groaned along with the rest of the girl's friends (and I use this term extremely loosely in Santana's case). Rachel shared Kurt's deep loathing of violent sports. "Does he even know the meaning of the word!? After all, he is the barbarian who-" Blaine turned his sharp gaze to her.
"Excuse me but I'm not a barbarian. Yes, my occupation deals with a left hook here and there, but it's not that bad! I think you're being a little dramatic." Wrong choice of words.
"Dramatic? Dramatic!? Excuse me but you wouldn't know drama if it happened to give you a 'left hook'-" Before she could embarrass herself, and him, further, Kurt decided to step in.
"Rachel, Blaine and I have been talking and well, trust me when I say his love for theatre may actually rival our own." Kurt smiled proudly at Blaine, who blushed slightly at the praise, but bristled at the deep-set frown on Finn's face.
Rachel gasped, snapping her head to him, wide eyed. "Him? And broadway?" Kurt just shrugged.
"Guess I didn't escape that particular stereotype." Blaine shrugged, joking lightly but side-eyeing Finn, who's brows seemed to knit in response to the statement. Rachel gasped again. Kurt's brow twitched in irritation and he forced himself not to smack the girl.
"He's gay too!?" she squealed this and Blaine had the strange feeling any animosity coming from the girl had now dissipated. Kurt sighed at the lack of tact and Blaine just stared at her curiously. Santana swore lightly under her breath, along with, surprisingly, Tina. Mike snapped his head towards her and raised both brows in alarm.
"Baby I have just as great abs as he does!" Mike protested. Tina rolled her eyes fondly and agreed, stroking down his shirt. Everyone watched, slightly weirded out as the two started kissing each other like mad before falling onto the couch. David and Wes looked at each other in alarm as the rest of the crowd shrugged it off and went back to the other conversation, discussing as if there were no sounds of lips slapping in the background.
"Look," Blaine said, coming out of his stupor. "Long story short, Kurt and I have worked out our differences, Sam is my best friend and Mike is pretty close to me too. So... I'd rather have no arguments. Just tell me now if you have a problem with me so we can sort it out." There was silence, but before Blaine could breathe a sigh of relief, a voice called out.
"Yeah, I do have a problem."
So it's been a rough patch and I was wondering why I couldn't feel motivation for this story. But all it needed was a few tweaks, and now the fire burns once again ;p So... who else is raging about the final season of Glee? Oh yeah, Review plz~!
