Please read the Author's Note at the bottom!
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To be honest, Blaine was slightly nervous having Kurt over again.
The first time, Kurt had been overtly sexual, trying to seduce Blaine into having sex. Of course, Blaine had stood his ground, much to Kurt's flagrant disappointment. They actually had a pretty good time just hanging out though. It was nice to see Kurt act like a normal teenager instead of keeping up his bravado like he did at school. Blaine found that he actually really liked Kurt Hummel, not Kurt the Skank – slash – Bad Boy of McKinley.
It was now Wednesday and Blaine hadn't seen the other boy since Friday night when he'd left. If he said he wasn't worried, it would be a blatant lie. Each day, he'd scan the halls for the other boy, only to find nothing. He was just leaving school after glee practice when he noticed Kurt was sitting on his motorcycle behind his car, a small grin on his face and a cigarette tucked behind his ear with one lit between his lips.
"Hey, babe. Miss me?" He asked cockily as he blew out a plume of smoke.
Blaine blushed slightly, pulling his keys out of his pocket, "In your dreams, Hummel." He bantered back lightly.
"Oh, you have no idea." Kurt let out a chuckle that turned into a harsh cough, "So… Did you want to head back to my place?" He winked.
"Aren't you sick of being at your place yet? I mean, you've been out for three days, plus the weekend." Blaine mentioned, subtly trying to figure out why Kurt was always gone.
Kurt stiffened slightly, "Yeah… I guess." He recovered swiftly, plastering on a less genuine smirk, "To the Anderson mansion it is!"
"You're not going to ask me first?"
Kurt did a half shrug, "Nope. I mean, you'd have to come back to your house eventually, and I'd be there already. Hmm…" He placed a finger on his chin, as if deep in thought, "I'd probably pick your lock and break into your house. Then I would go up to your room and strip naked-"
"I'm not listening." Blaine unlocked his car, heading to the driver's side door.
"And then I'd just lay in wait. Of course you wouldn't be able to resist when you walk through your door and see my huge-"
"If you want to come over, I suggest you move your bike." Blaine said over Kurt, shutting the door and starting up his car. Kurt moved back and waited for Blaine to pull out before he started following him.
Blaine's gaze kept flickering to the rearview mirror every few seconds. At first, Kurt kept directly behind him as he followed him back to his house. Now, it seemed as if Kurt started to lag behind until he was several car lengths back. Blaine started to slow down, hoping Kurt would end up keeping pace with him. That was until Kurt abruptly pulled over, falling from his motorcycle and onto the concrete sidewalk. Blaine immediately pulled off to the side of the street and jumped out of his car, jogging back to where Kurt was on his hands and knees, swaying.
"Kurt?" Blaine called when he was a few feet from him. He kneeled down in front of him, trying to get his eyes to focus, "Kurt, look at me." He spoke tensely, grabbing his face in his hands to gain his attention. It was then that he noticed how warm his skin was, "Are you sick?" He asked, patting his face lightly to get Kurt to focus on him, "Are you sick?" He repeated, eyeing him meaningfully.
Kurt's eyes scrunched up as he let out sharp gusts of breath, "N-no. I'm not s-sick." He gritted out.
Kurt mumbled something under his breath, "What was that? Kurt, talk to me. You're freaking me out."
"I-I think I know what it is…" Blaine raised an expectant eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate.
When he didn't, Blaine stood up and grabbed Kurt's bike, pushing it down the sidewalk towards his house, "Stay right there." He ordered. Luckily, they were only a few houses down from his. Blaine put the motorcycle in the driveway, knocking down the kickstand so it would stay upright before rushing back to Kurt.
He hadn't moved much from his spot on the ground. Kurt was lying on his back, seeming to favor his left side as he shielded his eyes from the suns rays. He was mumbling agitatedly to himself, not seeming to realize Blaine was there. He leaned down and cleared his throat, gaining Kurt's attention, "See my house?" He asked, pointing a little ways down the street. Kurt nodded, blinking a few times, "Think you can make it?"
Kurt let out a disgruntled noise, "Yeah, yeah. Help me up." Once on his feet, Kurt swayed a bit, leaning into Blaine's side, "Fuck. I feel like a goddamn invalid." He was able to walk fairly well, only stopping a few times, gripping Blaine's waist to steady himself as if dizzy.
Finally, they made it to Blaine's house. He opened the door and ushered Kurt inside, heading straight for his upstairs room. Blaine let Kurt sit down on his bed while he fished his cell out of his pocket, sending a text asking for his Mom to drive his car into the driveway after she got home and that he had company. He would have done it himself, but he was too worried about Kurt to leave him again to go get his car, "Okay, what happened?" Kurt sighed, falling back onto the bed and wincing slightly, leaning again on his left side, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No. I can't go there." Kurt's voice was low, but he detected an underlying amount of fear, "It's just an infection I think."
"Where is it?" Blaine asked, already pulling off Kurt's jacket to try and inspect his right side.
Kurt rolled his eyes, but didn't stop him from pulling off the leather jacket, "So eager to take off my clothes, Anderson? Well, you should have said something a bit earlier, babe." He smirked.
"Shut up." Blaine too rolled his eyes before taking in a sharp breath at the sight under the jacket. A deep burgundy stain had seeped through the purple v-neck Kurt was wearing. It wasn't a large spot, but it was definitely noticeable, "What…?" Blaine was at a loss for words. Worry and gut wrenching suspicion settled in his stomach as he peeled up Kurt's shirt. His midsection was wrapped in several layers of gauze that was definitely not laid on by a professional, "Kurt-"
"I'm fine. It's just a scratch." Kurt waved him off, trying to sit up.
"It's not just a scratch, Kurt. Now cut the bullshit and tell me what happened!" Blaine couldn't help his burst of anger. Kurt was frustrating him so much, acting like everything was completely fine. It wasn't fine and it scared him…
Kurt let out a small grunt as he finally was able to sit up, "Cool down, babe. I'll be fine… Do you have any gauze or antiseptic?" Blaine nodded, standing and walking over to his bathroom. He turned to see Kurt had followed him and was now leaning heavily against the doorframe, his face flushed.
"Let me." Blaine said when Kurt made a move to remove his shirt. He walked over and slowly lifted Kurt's shirt over his head before helping him sit down on the closed toilet. Kurt started the slow work of unraveling the bloodied gauze as Blaine opened the unused medical kit.
"Fuck." Kurt cursed. Blaine glanced over to see a small wound on Kurt's right side. The skin around the area was inflamed and there was a small amount of puss coming from the cut.
Without saying a word, Blaine tipped the hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball and knelt beside Kurt, dabbing the cut. Kurt hissed, his abdominal muscles clenching in pain, "Sorry." Blaine apologized lightly, continuing his work, "You going to tell me what happened?" He asked, not really expecting an answer.
"What the fuck do you think?" Kurt snapped. Blaine looked up into his grey-blue eyes that always seemed to change color, almost like an iridescent stone. Kurt bit his lip, staring at some point past Blaine's head, "I don't mean to be such a bitch." He admitted, scrunching his nose up when Blaine dabbed once again at the cut.
Blaine let out a soft laugh, "You wouldn't be you without some aspect of bitchyness."
Kurt rested his head against the tiled wall, "Funny, Anderson." He remarked sarcastically, though there was a hint of a smile curling on his lips.
After he was finished cleaning the cut, Blaine patted Kurt's knee to get his attention, "I think I'm all done. I'm just going to wrap it up with fresh gauze, okay?" Kurt nodded minutely, his face less red than it had been before. Blaine placed a gauze square, smothered in Neosporin over the cut before going about wrapping Kurt up. Soon, Kurt was completely bandaged up.
Kurt glanced down at Blaine's handiwork, smiling appreciatively, "Thanks, babe." Blaine looked back up to see Kurt's face was suddenly right there, so close he could practically taste his breath. His eyes flickered to Kurt's mouth, seeing his pierced tongue poke out to wet his lips in the most tantalizing way, "I'd like to… repay you somehow." Kurt breathed huskily, slowly moving off of the seat and onto the floor where Blaine was, half straddling his lap. They were so close. Kurt leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together before letting the tip of his nose trace Blaine's jaw. His heartbeat fluttered when he felt Kurt's lips brush against his neck, just under his ear, "What do you say, babe?"
Blaine couldn't take it anymore. His heart was beating so loudly, he could only assume Kurt could hear it seeing as he was practically sitting on top of him. Blaine shut out his thoughts and reacted in instinct, letting his body take over. He let his hands travel up Kurt's back before tightly gripping the pink streaked hair at the nape of Kurt's neck, turning his face so that he could press their lips together. Both boys took in a sharp breath as they finally gave into the want that had been between them since the day they met.
It was electric the way his entire body seemed to react to something so simple as a kiss. His body felt warm as a tingling sensation was left on his skin wherever Kurt touched him. Kurt's tongue started to swipe at the seam of his mouth, attempting to gain entrance. Blaine parted his lips slightly, letting Kurt's tongue into his mouth. Their tongues rolled together, the ball of Kurt's tongue ring massaging the muscle in his mouth. He let out a moan as Kurt pressed his body even closer, locking in the warmth between them.
Everything, all of his senses were filled up with Kurt. None of his thoughts were making any sense, nothing coherent crossing his mind. They were both gasping for breath, but neither wanted to separate. It was as if something had clicked and then everything he felt about Kurt was suddenly amplified by the touch of their lips together.
Kurt pressed Blaine back onto the cold tile as he fully straddled him, leaning down, he reconnected their lips. Blaine noticed Kurt started to have a slightly pained note to a moan. He pulled back slightly to see Kurt had a light sheen of sweat on his slightly flushed skin, "Kurt?"
Kurt cleared his throat, "I'm good, babe." He leaned down again, wincing slightly.
"You're not okay." Blaine shimmied out from under Kurt, helping the other boy up. He led him to his room, letting him lie on his bed.
Kurt groaned slightly, resting on his uninjured side, "I totally expect a repeat of that soon, Anderson."
Blaine rolled his eyes as Kurt patted the spot next to him, "Hmm, and what makes you think you'll be getting any more of this?" He teased, licking his lips and savoring the taste of Kurt that was left there.
"I will not hesitate to leap across this bed, babe."
"Calm down." Blaine chuckled lightly, laying down beside Kurt, "You'll be able to have a repeat session."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Really?" He sounded almost doubtful.
Blaine leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, "Really, really."
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So, I'd really like some feedback on the whole story in general. I'm not sure how I feel about how it's going and whether or not I like it. I don't know if it's because I keep comparing it to my other story Puzzle Pieces (which is my favorite of all of my stories) or if it's just not good. I am seriously considering scrapping it and starting something else, but if everyone wants me to keep going I will continue…
Sorry this took so long to get up. I've still been having some problems with WORD, but I think it's okay now. *knock on wood*
