Chapter 4

The next day at school was extremely difficult to deal with. Blaine's bedroom eyes were boring into Kurt everywhere he went, and whenever he could in the hallways, Blaine would slap Kurt's ass as he walked by. Kurt tried to brush it off, but he couldn't act like it didn't affect him, and he also couldn't stop people from noticing.

"Seems the new kid has claimed his property," Santana smirked as she walked by Kurt in Glee club. Kurt scowled at her.

"I'm no one's property, Satan. Especially not his."

"Whatever you say, Hummel."

The fact of the matter was, as much as it pained him to admit it, Santana was right. Blaine had seemed to claim him, and for some reason, it really didn't bother him. Maybe Kurt kind of wanted Blaine to claim him. Oh god, did he really just think that? It's official, he's losing his mind.

Kurt could barely concentrate on his Glee club assignment, and when he got home, he flopped face first onto the couch, letting out a disgruntled sigh. He heard footsteps as he looked up and saw Carole enter the room.

"Kurt, honey, is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing."

Carole raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Because it sure sounds like something from the way you've been moping around the past day or so." She looked at Kurt knowingly and he knew that he wouldn't be able to get out of this without telling her what was going on. He sighed and faced Carole for one of their usual lady chats.

"There's this…new boy at school," he started off. Carole looked obviously excited.

"Ooh! What's his name?"

"Blaine," Kurt said breathlessly. God, even saying his name had his stomach in knots. What was wrong with him? "He's a complete jerk. He's rude and vile and abrasive and conceited and arrogant and he's just terrible. I hate him! I want nothing to do with him!" Kurt yelled abruptly. Carole looked at Kurt with a loving and understanding look in her eyes.

"Kurt, can I be honest?" He nodded. "It sounds to me like you're trying to convince yourself of that more, not me."

Kurt groaned and dropped his face into his hands. She was so right. As per usual. So much of Kurt absolutely despised this boy and everything he chose to be in life. But so much more of him wanted absolutely nothing more than to feel his lips on his own.

"If you want my advice? Maybe give him a chance? Maybe you judged him a little too quickly. You never know. He may surprise you."

With that, Carole patted Kurt's knee and proceeded back to the kitchen. Maybe she was right, Kurt thought. Maybe I did judge him too quickly. He leaned back to lay down on the sofa as he heard the crinkling of paper behind him. He sat up, seeing nothing on the couch, and then reaching up to his back where he found a piece of paper that read "Blaine Anderson's hot piece of ass, do not touch" that had been taped to his back for a good portion of the day. Kurt growled angrily, crumpling up the paper and throwing it across the room, his insides fuming with hate.

Yeah, maybe I judged him too quickly. And maybe pigs will fly out of my ass.


The next day had gone by pretty uneventfully. Blaine stared at him, sure, but he didn't make any more physical advances or sexual comments. Kurt knew he should be relieved, but he couldn't help part of him slightly missing the risky contact of the older boy. He tried to shake it off though, knowing ultimately, it was for the best, as he walked out to the nearly empty parking lot after Glee to get in his car and drive home. Just as he was about to unlock his car door, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Hey sexy,"

Kurt turned around and saw Blaine standing there in all his rugged, gorgeous glory. Instead of a white v-neck, he was wearing a fitted black shirt, matching with his usual boots, and no jacket. His posture had a slight slouch in it, while his head was tilted up slightly with a sexy confidence Kurt couldn't help but admire. But he shook his head, remembers the true immature and disgusting nature of this boy, and plastered on the best annoyed look he could muster.

"What do you want, Blaine? I thought you were finally starting to take the hint and leave me alone."

"Please, any hints I've gotten from you have indicated that you want me to do anything but leave you alone. Namely the big hint in your pants that came out in detention the other day."

Kurt's face burned because he knew he couldn't refute that. He was hoping that if he just sounded angrier and bitchier that Blaine would just give up and leave him be.

"I still don't understand what you're doing here. Waiting around to steal a car, maybe?"

"Very cute, Hummel," Blaine chuckled as he neared him. "Actually, I came to give you a little something I owed you from out last encounter."

And with that, Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrists and pinned them up next to his head as he pushed his body into the side of his car, attaching his lips to Kurt's and slipping his tongue into his mouth.

Kurt was alarmed and startled at first, but then as he felt Blaine's magnificently talented tongue swirling around his, he moaned into the kiss and melted into Blaine's body. Blaine smirked into the kiss as he felt Kurt give in to him. Grinding his half-hard cock into Kurt's already full-blown erection, Kurt moaned even louder into his mouth, causing Blaine to pull away, growling into Kurt's ear as he suck on the side of his neck.

"Eager, aren't we?"

Kurt didn't want to admit anything and he tried his hardest to stifle his moans, but he just couldn't. He could feel Blaine's length grinding into his, and—ohhhh my god, what was he even doing with his tongue?

Kurt's hand was frantically searching for the handle to the back seat of his Navigator. Finally he found it, pulling the door open, backing inside, and pulling Blaine with him, all the while trying desperately not the break the heated, passionate kissing that was going on between them. Blaine shut the door behind them, smirking at the desperate look on longing that dawned Kurt's face when he pulled away from kissing him, plunging back down to suck and bit at every inch of pale, soft skin he could reach on the younger boy's neck. As he was doing that, he reached down and began to unbutton Kurt's jeans. Kurt started to panic a little as he felt things moving faster than he imagined.

"Uh, I'm n-not sure if—OHHH wow," Blaine had released Kurt's straining erection from his pants and was gripping it softly, slowly pumping up and down his shaft. Blaine chuckled that sexy, smug little laugh of his.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Blaine hummed softly into his ear as he continued to stroke Kurt's cock strongly. "You know you want it, baby. Just let it happen."

Kurt could feel himself nearing his peak as Blaine's hand moved faster and faster, slicking the pre-cum from the head of his cock up and down, allowing him to jerk faster, bringing Kurt to his desired destination quicker than usual. Kurt's body was on fire. All he could register was Blaine's lips and tongue on his neck and Blaine's hand on his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head, his arms down at his side, that small part of him that hated Blaine still trying to make its point. Blaine noticed Kurt wasn't touching him and decided to finally push him over the edge.

"You like this, don't you Hummel? You like me kissing you and touching your cock. You want me to make you cum," he growled. Kurt moaned slightly in response, his pride still not wanting Blaine to overtake him this easily. All of a sudden he grunted desperately as he felt Blaine's hand stop moving. Looking up at him, he saw Blaine's hazel, lust-filled eyes staring at him.

"Say my name, Hummel," he growled with a low intensity.

Kurt jerked his head no. He may be hooking up with this kid in the back of his car, but he still had pride. Blaine gave one slow jerk, bring Kurt painfully close to his climax, but still not there yet.

"Say my name," Blaine continued, "or you don't get to cum."

Kurt started to shake a little. The slow, painful strokes Blaine was doing brought him so close, but then he stopped as soon as he felt Kurt getting there. It was absolute torture. But he couldn't give in. He just couldn't.

"Say my name, Kurt," Blaine growled again. "Moan my name like you know you want to."

Another slow jerk. Kurt was losing all sense of rational thought. His entire body felt like it was going to explode at any minute if he didn't get to his release soon. But he couldn't—

"Say my name, Hummel."

He just couldn't—

"Say it."

Oh, fuck it.

"Uhhhhhhhh, oh, Blaaaaaaine!"

Blaine smiled triumphantly. "There we go."

Blaine pumped his hand harder and Kurt emitted a low groan from inside his throat, partly growling as he released himself all of Blaine's hand. Blaine jerked him through his orgasm until Kurt was nothing more than a motionless, panting mess. He sat up, wiping his hand with a tissue from the box that Kurt kept under the backseat, grinning down arrogantly at the sweaty, flushed boy laying on the seats next to him.

"Maybe you won't be so uptight now, princess," Blaine smirked. He jumped down from the back seat of the Navigator, about to walk away, when he turned back around to face Kurt.

"Oh, and don't even bother trying to cover that up," Blaine stated, indicating at the dark purple hickey he had left on the younger boy's neck. "I want everyone to know I'm tapping that." He gave Kurt a lingering once over with his smoldering eyes, winked at him, and then strutted away from the car where he left a mess of a Kurt Hummel with his voice caught in his throat, lightly touching the hickey on his neck, for once in his life, completely and utterly speechless.