Nobody Says No To Kurt Hummel Part Four

We drove to Breadstix in my car, the journey full of awkward small talk. During the actual dinner he did nothing but ask me questions about myself. I mean, I love talking myself – I'm the most interesting person I know – but it was strange being with someone that seemed so genuinely fascinated by me. It was weird... and nice. Whenever a guy usually took me out to dinner they'd just talk about themselves, or only pretend to listen to me while they obviously undressed me with their eyes. And that's if they'd even take me on a proper date like this – the closet cases didn't like anything that was in public.

So it was really nice being with Blaine, and seeing that he was really listening to me and actually gave a shit about what I said. It sounded vomit-inducing, I know. But he was just so sweet and charming. And even in that bowtie he was hot as hell. But it was a different kind of hotness, a modest hotness, like he honestly didn't have any idea just how gorgeous he was and would probably just think I was being polite if I told him. The bill arrived just as we were discussing our favourite scenes from Funny Girl – it was great being with a guy I had so much in common with – and he gladly paid for our meal like a gentleman and left the waitress a huge tip.

"I had such a great time, Kurt," said Blaine with a massive grin as we walked to my car through the evening breeze.

"Yeah," I said, unable to stop myself from smiling at his cuteness. "I actually had a good time too."

Once we got to my car I held onto his wrist to stop him from opening the door. He looked confused, adorably so, and was even more startled when I pushed him back against my car, pining his arms at his sides.

"W-what are you doing?" he stuttered quietly.

Rather than answer I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his gently, lightly licking his bottom lip until he sighed and opened his mouth for me. He kissed me back slowly and cautiously. He was actually a really awesome kisser, and he tasted like the chocolate desert he'd had earlier. I sucked on his bottom lip, making him whimper, before I finally pulled away. He still had his eyes shut and I could tell that his face was bright red even in the semi-darkness.

"You're totally not my type, Blaine," I whispered, making him open his eyes. "But you're still smoking hot and all kinds of fuckable."

"Erm... thanks?" he said, embarrassed. He clearly didn't believe me.

"You know, the backseat of my car is mighty comfortable," I purred. "And that pretty mouth of yours would look even prettier around my dick."

He spluttered, giggling nervously, and looked everywhere but at me. "Kurt, that's kind of... I mean, don't you think that's a little..."

"There's nothing little about anything I'm talking about, sweetie. Now get that ridiculously sexy ass in the backseat so you can suck me. I might even return the favour if you're good enough."

"Kurt, I... I don't think we should."

I scoffed. "Oh, come on. Don't act like you don't want to know what I taste like, baby. As hot as your bashful schoolboy bit is, I'm getting a little antsy."

"Kurt, no." He started trying to push me away. "I don't want to ruin tonight."

I looked at him like he was crazy, releasing his arms and taking a step back. "And how exactly is a playful blowjob going to ruin tonight?"

"It's only our first date!" he insisted. "I haven't even known you for that long, and I really like you, Kurt. Seriously, you're like, the coolest person I've ever met... the coolest person that's ever spoken to me. You're beautiful and confident and, yes, you're incredibly sexy too. But..." He sighed sadly, speaking quieter. "But sex is a big deal for me. It's important and special, not just some throw-away thing to do in the backseat of a car."

After a pause, where I narrowed my eyes at him, I said "Are you fucking serious? You've obviously wanted in my pants since you first saw me, and yet now you're saying no? You are turning me down?"

"I'm not turning you down, Kurt, not technically," he said quietly. "I really like you, I just said. I just don't want our evening to end like this. I don't want to make it cheap and meaningless. I don't..." He swallowed and looked at his feet. "I don't want my first time to be like this."

Oh my actual God. "You're a virgin? Are you fucking kidding me?"

He didn't say anything. He just frowned and looked at the ground.

"But you're hot," I said incredulously. "Socially awkward and dorkily dressed, but hot all the same. And you went to a private all-boys school. Do you have any idea how many guys I've fooled around with from Dalton? That place is like a beautifully furnished queer-hive. How the hell are you still a virgin?"

"It's not like I've never had the opportunity," he said defensively. "I've dated guys before and everything. I'm just waiting for the right time. I want that first moment of intimacy to be with someone I really care about, someone I'm in love with, and that isn't a bad thing. I don't want to just throw myself around like I don't matter."

"Ugh, you sound like my Dad," I said, disgusted. "I can't believe I wasted my time on a frigid little virgin. Do you know how many guys would willingly sell their Xbox and let their mom see their browser history just for the chance to have sex with me?"

"Kurt, I'm sorry..."

"Whatever," I said, getting into my car. "Have fun with your virginity, dwarf. You can walk home."

I was shaking with anger throughout the entire drive home. I couldn't believe that he'd turned me know. No one had ever turned me down. Nobody says no to Kurt Hummel! And, worst of all, he actually made me feel like a slut. Okay, so I'd had a lot of conquests, but that didn't mean I was easy. I didn't let just anyone up on this, although there'd been plenty that I'd regretted afterwards, mentioning no names (Finn). But Blaine just made me feel... cheap. Ugh, that bastard!

He was still all I could think about once I got home. But as I lay on my bed, staring at me ceiling while Lady Gaga played quietly out of my iPod dock, I wasn't angry anymore. I was... sad. Blaine hadn't really turned me down. He said he really liked me. And all that stuff about not wanting to ruin our date... maybe he was just trying to be gentleman. A frigid and annoying gentleman, but... yeah. I was still offended, but for a lot more reasons now. It had been years since anybody had made me feel bad about myself, and I wasn't entirely sure what to do.