It's been three days since I got out of bed. Clark had been arrested and I kept blaming myself. I don't know why I did, but I felt just as guilty as him. Sam tried his best not to ask me questions, but I know he wanted to know how I felt. I've missed my classes in those three days, but I had to forget what happened. Jeff had to go to court for me, because I was too "emotionally distraught to leave bed." Though, I really wasn't affected by what happened. Yeah it scared me, but he was just drunk. He wouldn't have ever done that if he was sober. I finally rolled out of bed when my alarm blared through the room at seven in the morning. Sam sat up quickly and looked towards me. I held my hands up with a smile. "I'm going to class." I said, turning the alarm off.
"But it's Saturday."
"I have class today just like others, Sam." I said and walked to the closet. I pulled a sweater over my head and pulled up my sweat pants. "It's just French today."
"Alright. How are you?" He got out of his bed and walked over towards me. I held up my hands and shook my head.
"I'm fine just like yesterday and the day before. He didn't hurt me at all." I pulled off the bandages on my hand and opened and closed it. I was healing over and I was sure it would leave a scar. I decided against re-wrapping it, letting my hand breath a little. "I'd love it if we never talk about this again." I said, smiling and picked up my backpack. "I'n going to get breakfast before class, did you want to come?"
"Sure," He sighed and walked over to his closet and pulled on a hoodie and jeans. "I- never mind." He looked back at me and gave me a smile. We left the room and took the elevator down. Sam was quiet until we made our walk to the cafe. We stood in line behind a few people and waited for our turns to be next. "Just a breakfast burrito and an orange juice." Sam said, and then grabbed his card from his wallet. "What do you want?"
"Um, a blueberry muffin and apple juice." I said and ran a hand through my curls. Sam paid the lady and we took our ticket before finding a place to sit. For it to be this early, according to Sam, there were a lot of people in the cafe. A group of people sat in the middle of the room typing away on their laptops, a couple sat next to each other, taking cute pictures of themselves. I sighed and looked away.
"Well, we can take a picture." Sam said, leaning in close to me. I smiled but shook my head. Our food came, and the girl smiled at us. Sam scarfed down his burrito before I even opened my juice and it made me laugh. I was very grateful for Sam. He really was like a brother to me. A brother who was there for me unlike my real brother, Cooper, who was freeloading off of our parents. I sighed and took a bite of my muffin.
"So, how come you never play the guitar for me like you said you would?" I asked, giving him a playful wink.
"Because you never asked."
"Didn't think I had to ask." I said, crossing my arms.
"Fine, I'll play you a song when you get done with your classes." He said, rolling his eyes. I finished off my muffin before standing and stretching.
"Guess I should be going now. I'll see you later." I gave him a peace sign before heading off towards French. The wind blew my hair in all sorts of different directions. People were biking and running and skating past me and I wish I had grabbed my board. My thoughts kept going back to Clark, but I couldn't keep letting that happen. He was a bump in my life that I had to get over. I sighed and turned down a small street. A few students were playing some dice game on the sidewalks and some were rapping in front of a camera. I smiled and walked into the French building. I had to walk up the stairs to get to Mrs. Greene's class. When I walked in there were some people already sitting around the room, spreading out from each other or saving seats for their best friends. I sat somewhat in the back, close to the aisle and waited for class to start. After about thirty minutes scrolling through my phone, more people came in, filling up the seats quickly. A few girls excused themselves in front of me to take a seat on my row. The seat to my left was empty, easy for me to leave whenever.
"Alright, everyone take out your notebooks. I know since its Saturday no one wants to be here, right?" The room filled with 'yes' and I smiled. "Good, so if you just copy these notes, I'll set you free." Mrs. Greene said and everyone shouted. Someone came in and sat beside me, but I was too busy writing to care. I tried my best to write fast and neat.
"I could notice those curls from a mile away." A certain voice said, and I froze. I looked over to my left and Kurt was writing things in his notebook. He had a small smirk on his face, but his eyes were glued to his paper. I didn't say anything, I just continued to write. Why was he here, right now? Why did he have to sit by me? "I'm sorry about what happened. I swear if I was there I would've killed him, Blaine. When I found out this morning, I was so pissed. Blaine if anyone hurts you like that I swear it won't be the end of it." He said, his voice full of sincerity. I still didn't say anything back, glancing up from my notes to the board and back to my notes. People closer to the screen got up and left until there were only a few people left, including Kurt and I. "Blaine-"
"What." I said, putting my notebook back in my backpack.
"I said sorry."
"I don't care."
"What's your problem?"
"Nothing. Excuse me." I stood up and eased my way past him. He quickly put his thing away and followed me out the door.
"Blaine, stop. Talk to me."
"Why should I?" I turned to face him. He had a hand on his hip and gave me the most beautiful facially expression.
"Because... I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I'd like to just start over again. And I'm sorry about Clark. He was a bastard and I wish he was dead right now. I wish he rots in prison. But please just listen."
"It didn't mean anything to you, did it?"
"Did what?"
"Our kiss." I don't know why I brought it up, but I did. He let out a small laugh and I turned around and started walking.
"Blaine wait, what's this about?"
"I don't just kiss people. It meant something to me, but clearly not to you."
"But-"
"It's whatever."
"Let me talk, dammit!" He yelled. A few people looked over, but he didn't care. "When you kissed me... it felt amazing. It did. And Blaine you are the best looking guy I've ever seen."
"But?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't be the one for you."
"You don't have to be the one for me, Kurt."
"Then why-"
"Blaine! Sam said you were in French. Come with me to go pick up Jeff from the court house." Nick jogged up next to me and threw his hand on my shoulder. He glared at Kurt and Kurt looked away. "Um, yeah lets go." He pulled me away before I could say anything. "Why are you hanging out with a guy like that? He's just a dick who fucks with no meaning." I didn't have an answer for that, and I probably never will.
...
"So, he's gone for good?" I asked, slowly biting into a doughnut.
"Yeah, that bastard is gone." Jeff sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It sucks that I am related to him. And it sucks that you-"
"I know. I... Do I get to see him at least before he gets sent off?"
"I'm not sure. Why would you want to see him?"
"I just want to talk to him and see why." I shrugged.
"I wouldn't." Jeff said and opened up my dorm door. I stepped inside and he stayed outside. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here."
"Thank you, but honestly, I don't care about what happened anymore. It was a big deal, but he didn't do anything, I wouldn't have let him."
"I'm glad you are looking past this and not wanting people to pity you." Jeff said and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Nick told me you were talking with Kurt earlier. Moving on fast, huh?" He asked playfully.
"No, we just had French." I totally forgot about Kurt ever since I left, and it felt good. "He wanted to talk about something, but I don't have time for it. I should just focus on school."
"Good choice. But maybe you should give him a chance? Your call, Blaine. Nick and I are going out tonight and he wants to take you with us, whadya say?" Jeff really looked like Clark, the only difference was their height and eye color, and it made me hard to look at him. I bit my lip and looked to the floor.
"I think I'll stay in today." I muttered, crossing my arms.
"Alright, I'll try to let him down softly." Jeff winked and walked away, swaying as if wind was breezing past him. I sighed and closed the door, before I crashed on my bed. Sam was fast asleep on the couch in front of the T.V at the end of the room, so I didn't feel like waking him. Maybe I should listen to Jeff and give Kurt a chance. To at least see what he wanted. My feelings for him weren't as strong as before, but I knew they were still there. I pulled out my phone and called him, clearing my throat when he picked up on the first ring.
"Hey." I said, turning on my side.
"What's up?" He sounded like he was just waking up, or he was just doing something else. I shook my head from that thought and sighed really loudly.
"Do you think we could meet somewhere? To talk."
"Name it."
"Lima Bean?"
"Sure." He hung up and I sighed again, locking my phone. He sounded disinterested in coming to meet me, but I needed to do this. I rolled out of bed and grabbed my board before heading out. There were at least fifty people sitting outside by my building playing the guitar or makeshift drums. They were singing some old song, and it made me smile. I took off towards the Lima Bean, skating through groups of people and around. Once I got there, Kurt was already sitting at one of the tables by the window. Two cups of coffee were sitting in front of him. I left by board outside and slowly made my way over.
"Hey, Kurt." I said, sitting down and took a cup of coffee. I sipped at it and smiled. "You know my coffee order?"
"Of course." He smiled, but then instantly frowned.
"Look, if you don't want to be here-"
"I'm here, aren't I?" He said, his voice rising. I lifted and eyebrow and he sunk in the chair. "Sorry..."
"It's fine, you just don't seem interested." I took a big gulp of the coffee and he just shrugged. "Well, I want to continue our situation earlier."
"Of course you do. You come back to me after your little boyfriend tried-"
"Kurt." I said, looking away from him. "Please don't."
"I'm- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."
"Yeah, well."
"Okay." Kurt crossed his arms and looked at me, his eyes raking over my body. "I think we should... stay away from each other."
"What? Why?" I looked back at him, fear on my face.
"I'm not a good guy. You can't change that."
"Kurt-"
"It's what's best. You don't know what you want. "
"It's that other guy," I whispered. "You two are dating."
"No, I don't date. We just had sex and now we don't talk." Kurt shrugged and brought his cup up to his mouth. "It's what I do."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"You clearly are looking for someone, and you're looking towards me when you should be looking for someone else. I'm not denying that that kiss we had wasn't the best kiss ever, but it was just a kiss. Nothing more."
"Okay, I get it. Am I nothing though?"
"I don't know."
"Kurt, please... just give me a chance."
"To do what? I just said I didn't date people."
"Then take me." I whispered. Maybe if I let him, he'll realize he truly wants me.
...
KURT'S P.O.V
Was he really giving up this easily? I bit my lip at his innocence. It made me feel all warm inside. I could get my one grand and kick him to the curb, easily. He'll be so torn and probably hurt himself even more, but it wasn't my problem. He knows my intentions and he knows I just sleep with people. He has no idea what he's getting himself into. But, he was still a human, and he didn't deserve this. But there is money on the line... I smiled and stood up from the table. "Come to my party tonight, and we'll see about it." I leaned in and kissed him on his lips. His lips felt amazing against mine and I had no idea why I just did that. I pulled away and he blushed. "See, nothing." I smirked and left the building. If I could barely keep calm with just kissing him, how could I keep calm when I'm deep inside him? I sighed and got into my car, pulling out of the parking lot and drove towards my house. Puck and Mike were sitting outside, passing a joint, once I pulled up.
"Come smoke with us." Puck said, coughing.
"No thanks." I walked past them and into the house. There were beer bottles strewn everywhere, and even passed out bodies. I rolled my eyes and jogged up the steps. Sex wasn't that much of a deal to me, I just know it felt amazing. I couldn't help but keep imagining myself with Blaine and it was making me hot and bothered. Usually, I'm never like this, but it's something about that boy that makes me want him so bad. Was it his innocence, or just himself in general? I shook my head and peeled off my coat and jeans. My life was a series of ups and downs. Both my parents lived in New York, and they have ever since my first mom died. My dad wanted to leave Ohio, and I found it ironic that I found myself right back here. High school was the golden years for me. I lost my virginity to some chick at a party, and she made me realize that I hated fucking girls. It disgusted me to even think about it, but I was stupid back then. Later on I just got head from a few guys before actually being able to take my first ever boyfriend's V card. After it happened, he fell in love with me and I ended it. I was scared of falling in love and I still am. My parents were in love, and then my mom died, and if I fell in love with someone, I couldn't bare see them die right in front of me. I let go of love a very long time ago, because of fear. It was stupid, but it kept me from getting too close to people. But before I knew it, I was falling asleep.
...
The loud noises downstairs woke me up after I couldn't fight it off. I sat up in bed and groaned. It was well past ten and I quickly got out of bed, pulling my pants back on. I ran out of my room and down the stairs. People were packed tightly in the kitchen and I had to ease my way through. I decided to wait until Blaine actually texted me saying he was here. Why was I so worked up on the boy? I sat on the couch next to some girls making out and sighed. Just then some one sat on my lap, pulling me by my neck. "Hey Kurt!" He shouted in my ear, giggling away.
"Wes, what's up?" I gave him a nervous smile and all thoughts of Blaine left my mind. Wes and I had sex maybe five or six times ever since I met him, and he wasn't bad at all.
"You are so fucking hot." He whispered in my ear. I bit my lip and wrapped my arm around his back, pulling him closer.
"Yeah?" I said, feeling my pants and underwear getting tighter and tighter. "You're the one to talk." He giggled again, his breath dancing on my lips. He moved to straddle my legs and once I felt himself against me, I knew that it was time.
"How about we go upstairs?" He bit his lip, taking a chug out of a beer can. I nodded hard and he jumped off my lap, pulling me through people. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding. He pulled me upstairs and into the first bathroom. His lips attached to my neck as soon as I locked the door behind us.
...
BLAINE'S P.O.V
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sam asked, parking his car behind someone else.
"Yes, I can go out, can't I?" I crossed my arms and gave him a look. I didn't tell him about my plans with Kurt, because he would have flipped his shit. I wasn't sure what I was thinking when I told Kurt to have sex with me, but if it meant him giving me a chance, then I was down with it. "Besides, I won't be here for long. I hope." I muttered the last thing to myself, blushing deeply. Sam just nodded and got out the car, waiting for me by the door. We walked in together, a smile plastered on his face once his eyes met the bar. I smiled and grabbed a cup from it. We then proceeded to the living room. People were having a good time, dancing and drinking and then my eyes found Kurt. Some guy was sitting on his lap and whispering in his ear. I dropped my cup and Sam looked at me, his eyes wide. He said something, but I couldn't hear him. My focus was on Kurt, and how he was being dragged up the stairs, a smile on his face. I tore my eyes away and pushed through people, making my way back outside.
"Blaine! Blaine, what's wrong?" Sam said, chasing after me.
"I want to go home now." I said, clenching my teeth.
"Did something happen?"
"No, I just want to go." I let a few tears slip, but quickly wiped them away. Just like before, he hurt me again.
...
I tried to sit in the middle of the room in French, and somehow he still found me. I even gelled my hair down, but he spotted me. Kurt slid in the seat next to me and flipped over the table part and set his things down. "I didn't see you last night." He said, chewing on his pen.
"Well I saw you." I muttered, scribbling on a piece of paper. I should've known he wasn't serious.
"What?"
"I said I didn't feel like coming." I lied and brought my arm up to rest my head on.
"You are damaging your hair like that. What do you use, the whole container of gel?" He snorted and for some reason it made me smile. I quickly shook my head, ignoring his comment. "Why didn't you come last night? I was waiting for you."
"Why are you lying?" I asked, giving him a look before crossing my arms.
"What do you mean?"
"You weren't waiting on me." I said with a small chuckle.
"Of course I was, Blaine."
"Then who was that guy you were being dragged by upstairs?" I pressed and his eyes went wide. He dropped his pen and looked away from me. "That's what I thought."
"Look... He was drunk and wanted to-"
"I don't need an explanation. I should've known you were gonna blow me off."
"We can make that happen still." He nudged me but I rolled my eyes and decided, for once, to pay attention in class.
...
Hey, where did we go
Days when the rains came ?
Down in the hollow
Playing a new game,
Laughing and a-running, hey, hey,
Skipping and a-jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our, our hearts a-thumping
And you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.
Sam winked at me as he strummed at his guitar. I rolled my eyes and gave him a smile. Sam played better than I did, and sung amazingly.
Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow
Going down to the old mine with a
Transistor radio.
Standing in the sunlight laughing
Hide behind a rainbow's wall,
Slipping and a-sliding
All along the waterfall
With you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.
He stood up from his bed and marched around the room as he played, shaking his butt along with the beat. "Sing this." He said and did some riff before going to the chorus.
Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Just like that
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
La dee dah.
I sang along with him and he finished, taking a bow and did his stupid White Chocolate move against his guitar. "Your an idiot." I laughed, tossing my pillow at him.
"You know it. You can sing there, Blainey."
"Nah... I don't really sing." I shrugged and crossed my feet.
"You lie...Sing me a song. You owe me." He handed me his guitar. I took it with a sigh and began strumming.
Yeah, you sure broke my heart last week,
When you said you had slept with him-
"Not that song." Sam said, shaking his head. I gave him a nervous smile before nodding. Fine, no sad songs.
The farther I go, the further you get away from who we really are
I choose a different route, a different path in life
Praised by many, but still labeled an outcast
I looked up to Sam and he had his eyes closed, swaying from left to right.
The things that last never happen overnight
These calloused hands built the foundation of my life
Abandoned for love, left with no advice
How quickly we change overnight
I stopped playing and Sam's eyes shot open. "It's not that good." I said, biting my lip. I set his guitar on the floor and shrugged.
"What on earth are you saying? That was amazing! You have to sign up for open mic next week!"
"Nah... I don't think I will." I hopped off my bed and stretched. "I haven't sung in a long time. I didn't have anything to sing about, really."
"Singing is in your blood, Blainey." Sam said, before pulling out his phone. I sighed and pulled my phone out too. I noticed I had a notification from Kurt.
*Hey, come to the Library.-Kurt*
...
KURT'S P.O.V
Once I saw Blaine make his way to the back of the Library, I quickly looked to my right to see if the camera was well hidden. I bit my lip as he sat down, crossing his arms. "Hey."
"Hey, Blaine. Look, I really am sorry for standing you up at the party. But it was for your own good."
"You don't know what's good for me. Is this why you called for me?" He asked, and I knew I had to act now before he left. I stood up and sat on the table, my legs hanging in front of Blaine. "What are you doing?" I mentally sighed and pulled him up by his arms and pressed my lips against his. Blaine hesitantly placed both of his hands on my lap. I pulled away from him and pushed him back in his seat. I got off the table and knelt in front of him. My hands slid up his thighs and his breath hitched, his eyes glazing over. "Kurt-"
"Shhh." I whispered pulling his pants down to his ankles. He had a ragging hard on already, pressing against his boxers. Blaine groaned and looked around the Library. A few people were in front, but too busy to notice us. I brought his attention back to me once I started to palm him through his underwear. His head snapped to my hand and he tensed up. He lowly let out a moan, biting his lip. As if it were possible, he seemed to grow more in my hand and it was making me weak. I kept my eyes glued to his as I slowly pulled down his underwear. Blaine's cock bounced out from being held down, standing tall and proud. I involuntarily licked my lips as I looked from the boy's package to the boy. His breaths were long and his cheeks were dark red.
"Kurt, we can't do this here." He whispered.
"But you want it." I said and took him in my hand. He let out a moan, and then covered his mouth with his hand. "You are gonna have to be quiet." I whispered, pumping him slowly. Blaine's head fell in to his hands as he started to mumbled words. His eyes shot back to mine and I gave him a little wink before sinking my mouth over his head. Blaine bit his hand to silence himself, his eyes not leaving mine.
"Oh, god..." He moaned balling his shirt up and stuffed it in his mouth. This whole thing was making me hot. I had to hurry before I tried bending him over and taking him now. I sunk lower, only halfway, before moving my way back up, running my tongue on his backside. "Fuck!" Blaine cried into his shirt. He threw his head back, clenching his teeth. Seeing this made me feel good myself. I sunk back down and up a few more times before I made my way to the base. By this time, Blaine was panting and sweating and I had to hold my hand over his mouth a couple times. "It just feels so good..." He whined, pushing my further on his cock. I pulled off and licked my lips. He instantly whined at the loss, but my mouth was on him again, moving up and down faster. Blaine began to mumble some words, but I couldn't quite understand him until he start to moan louder. "Kurt! Fuck, I'm gonna come!" He bit his shirt harder as he bucked his hips up and came down my throat. I sucked a few more times, catching every last drop and swallowing before standing up. Blaine quickly pulled his pants up and on the table, breathing hard and still mumbling. I walked to the bookshelf and swiped the camera before he was looking and stuffed it in my pocket. I looked back at Blaine and he still had his head down. Blaine had the biggest cock I've ever seen on a boy that I've fucked. I was very impressed. He even tasted as good as he looked. The way he came undone, I knew he was never touched before. I could just imagine him coming undone once I was fucking him. I blushed at my own words, but calmed myself down, urging my erection to subside. Blaine finally looked up at me and gave me a smile, but he was still loss for words.
"Party tonight, if you're interested." I said with a wink, ruffling the boys hair and walking away. Shit, I wish I could've fucked him there.
...
"I'm impressed, Porcelain, but this won't cut it." Santana handed me my camera back and went back to folding her clothes.
"Tana, you said I had to get in his pants, and I did!"
"You know what I meant by that. Don't play dumb." She sighed and tossed a stray sock in the basket. "Take his virginity by Christmas and you can get that one grand."
"That won't be easy..." I muttered.
"What do you mean, he has eyes for you, just take him to get it over with."
"No." I said, a little to quickly.
"You gotta be shitting me." Santana said, throwing a shirt down to the floor. "Do not tell me that you are actually liking this boy?"
"What, of course not... it's just that he's human. We shouldn't be making bets about this."
"You are going soft on me, Lady Face. Since when do you care about people's feelings?"
"Never said I cared-just forget it. The bets still on, okay? I'm doing it tonight."
"I get the video to that too?" She asked with a smirk.
"No."
"Then you could be faking it."
"Trust me, when he limps out of my room, you'll know something happened." I bit my lip and left her to folding clothes. I closed her dorm door behind me and walked down the hall. I passed Blaine and Sam's room, and the t.v was going on in there. I sighed, stuffing my hands in my pocket, and left the building.
...
BLAINE'S P.O.V
"He what?! You what?!" Sam pestered, pushing me against the wall and holding me there hostage.
"Kurt gave me a blow job, Sam." I blushed
"No no no!" Sam muttered and set me free. "Blaine, I told you to stay away from him!"
"I tried but-"
"This is how it happens. He's going to suck you in and spit up back out."
"He actually swallowed so." I winked and Sam sighed.
"Blaine, I'm serious. You aren't going to that party tonight."
"Sam, I think you are over reacting. It was just-"
"Don't fucking say that, Blaine Anderson. You don't want to be like him. You are a virgin. He gave you your first blow job! Don't say it was 'just nothing'" Sam leaned on his bed. "I'm just trying to look out for you. I know Kurt."
"What's the worst he can do?" I laughed, and laid on my bed. Sam didn't answer, just grabbed his keys.
"I'm going out with Mercedes. If you aren't in the room when I get back, you are in big trouble."
"Okay, dad." I mocked as he walked out the door. What the hell was his problem?
My thoughts on what happened ten minutes ago? I was confused, and I was blown away, no pun intended. I did want to listen to Sam, but the way he kissed me made me forget right from wrong. The way his lips wrapped around me made me shiver in my bed. I sat up and pulled out my phone. I dialed Kurt's number, but hesitated on pressing the call button. Did I want to sound desperate? He did tell me to come to the party tonight, and by the way he sucked me off, I knew he was going to hold off for me only. I locked my phone and laid back down. I could wait until tonight. Maybe I could return the favor. I then sat up quickly and ran to my bag by the couch. I pulled out my laptop and pulled up google, typing furiously away. I clicked on a few links and sat on the couch. "Don't grip it too hard..." I muttered before scrolling down. My face was beet red as they showed some girl with a banana shoved down her throat. What the hell. "Start off slow. Don't try to force it down. Always swallow." I rolled my eyes, blushing madly before shutting the laptop. I'll never take sexual advice from google anymore. I've never seen someone's dick before, besides on porn. I was slightly nervous to see Kurt's, if we even do anything. Hopefully he would acknowledge me tonight. Hopefully.
...
KURT'S P.O.V
"Not tonight, Wes, I'm on a mission." I pushed him out of my room and shutting it behind me. I followed Wes down stairs but turned into the kitchen while he went to go flirt with other guys. I grabbed a cold beer and popped it open before taking a swig. I could still taste Blaine. Either that, or I was imagining it. Tonight, for sure, I was winning this bet and no matter how heart broken he is afterwards, I wouldn't care. I told Santana to hide in my closet once Blaine got here so she could have proof. It was stupid, this whole thing was, but I'm no pussy. I finished off the beer before walking through the house. It wasn't as full as it usually is, given that it is a Sunday party. There were still drunks everywhere, drinking and laughing, and dancing. I snorted as some girl was giving some guy head just outside the backdoor. It reminded me of Blaine earlier, except the guy wasn't as thrilled at Blaine. To be honest, I had to fight through the pain as I was blowing Blaine. My jaw was still aching, but it was bearable and minimal. A few people pushed past me as I made my way back up the stairs and into my room. I quietly shut the door behind me and sat at my desk.
*Just pulled up.-Blaine*
I took a deep breath after reading that text. My heart began to beat faster as I started having images, and I had to calm myself.
*Blaine is almost here, get into the closet.*-Kurt*
*Great, I leave the closet, and now I get back in. But I'm already here, don't bother to check cause I'm naked(:-Tana*
I rolled my eyes and left my room. I stood at the foot of the stairs and looked through the people, looking for curly hair. I spotted him and my heart dropped slightly at how bright his eyes were shinning. I was doing a wrong thing to this boy. "Hey Kurt!" He yelled over the music. I gave him a small smile.
"You came."
"Of course I did. I've been to every party. Thanks for inviting me."
"Yeah." I bit my lip and rocked on my heels, looking towards the people having fun. "Want a drink or something?"
"Oh no, I don't need to drink right now." Blaine shook his head and chuckled, his laugh vibrating through my body.
"Okay, well lets go up." I walked up the stairs and he followed right after me.
"Woah, you are gonna let me in your room?" He said, jokingly. I rolled my eyes and closed the door behind us. He sat on the edge of my bed and I sat next to him. I nervously looked at my closet and then to the floor.
"Was I too forward earlier?"
"No way!" He said quickly, and then blushed. I scooted closer to him. He placed his hand on mine, soft to the touch. I pulled him close by his chin before placing my lips on his. The kiss felt just as amazing as the other times we had kissed. It's like out lips were meant for each other. His hand crept on my thigh and I felt my pants growing tight. God the thing he did to me. I pulled away from him and started to kiss his jaw and then down his neck. Blaine awkwardly placed his hand on my back and kept the other on my thigh. I removed his jacket and then slid my hands down his chest and rested them on his waist. I quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He then pulled me back up to a kiss. I quirked and eyebrow, ready to get the over with. I pulled away and started to rub him through his jeans. He let out a moan and attached his lips to my neck, sucking hard on it that it hurt, but felt amazing at the same time. I slid my hand down his pants and lightly rubbed on him, his cock throbbing in my hand. "Kurt- I w-want to g-give..." He stuttered, pulling my hand out and placing it in my lap. I blushed at his words and nodded. He wanted to give me head? Did he even know how to? I slowly leaned back on my arms and watched as he hesitated and scooted close to me. I smirked as he hovered his hands over my crotch area.
"Blaine, if you don't want to-"
"No, I want to return the favor."
"It's fine, really."
"No, Kurt." He whispered and his voice sent a shock through my body. His hand crept up to my waist and he slowly undid my buttons on my pants. I lifted my hips as he pulled them down, along with my underwear. His eyes went wide as he looked at me, and he licked his lips. I was already hard, standing up and slightly pink at the color. His cleared his throat and grabbed the base of my cock in his hand, watching what he was doing the whole time. I smiled at his innocence. He was too cute. Blaine slowly pumped me, his eyes glued to what he was doing. I bit my lip trying to hold in a moan. Blaine leaned forward and slowly took my head in his mouth. He swirled his tongue over and over, causing my breath to hitch. I swear I was going to come by him just doing that. For it to be his first time, he was already pretty damn good. He sunk lower, only halfway, his tongue running up underneath. I gripped the sheets of my bed, rolling my head backwards. He moved up and down faster and I let out a moan.
"Oh god..." I whispered as Blaine went even lower, his hair tickling my stomach. "Blaine- okay." I stuttered, slightly pushing him off of me. He looked at me, his face as red as ever.
"Was it bad?" He asked, shyly. God If i could barely stand him doing this, how was I going to take him?
"No, I just wanted to-" I cut myself off and pushed him on his back. I quickly pulled his pants down and gripped him in my hand. He let out a small cry of pleasure as I licked his cock. He was literally throbbing in my hand. He kept his eyes on my as I sunk all the way down. He felt amazing in my mouth. I slowly started to pump myself as I bobbed my head up and down. His legs tensed and he laid back fully on the bed. Then everything turned for the worse.
"Britt, scoot over!" a low voice said.
"Don't yell, the gays will hear us." Santana whispered loudly. Blaine shot up in bed and I pulled of Blaine and yanked my pants up. Brittany fell out of the closet along with Puck and Santana. Blaine gasped and pulled his own pants up.
"What the fuck?" He asked, his eyes growing wide. Oh no.
"What are you guys doing?" I asked, trying to give Santana a sign to say 'play along'.
"What do you mean, Porcelain? You knew we were in here." Santana smirked and stood up, pulling the others along with her. Fuck. Blaine jumped off of the bed.
"You knew they would be in here?" He asked, his voice wavering and cracking. I slowly looked at him and then to the floor. The pain on his face made me feel like shit. "What is going on, Kurt?"
"I knew Santana would... but not those two."
"What difference does it make? You knew someone was watching!" Blaine said, his voice rising. "Why?"
"She-..." I stopped and looked to Santana. "We..."
"Nothing, Blaine." She said, pulling Britt and Puck out the door.
"Kurt?" Blaine pulled me to look at him. "What the fuck is going on?"
"I... You need to go."
"Are you serious right now? I deserve a fucking explanation!" Blaine's eyes turned red and tears threatened to spill over.
"Blaine just go, please." I pointed towards the door.
"Fuck, man!" He yelled. "Fuck." He left my room and slammed the door shut. I grabbed my pillow and yelled as loud as I could into it. Fuck.
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Songs Used In Order-
Brown Eyed-Girl: Van Morrison
Cheatercheaterbestfriendeater: Never Shout Never
There Is Only One God And His Name Is Death: Slaves