Chapter warning (full A/N at bottom): one gay-slur said from Blaine regarding his past. (as promised anything extra bad is warned above the chapter :) ) MUAH!
Kurt stood in the empty hallway with his eyes trained on the ground. He willed away the hot tears that were threatening to escape. 'I knew better than to think something good would actually happen to me.'
"Kurt? Are you okay dude?" Finn said from behind Kurt. Kurt nodded and sniffled.
"Looks like I'll need a ride home after all Finn. Can you give me a lift? I know you were planning on going to Rachel's." Kurt couldn't bring himself to meet Finn's eyes.
"Yeah man." Finn said as he put his hand comfortingly on Kurt's shoulder.
As they walked towards the entrance of the school, Rachel caught up to them.
"I told you he was bad news, Kurt. You should never have-" Rachel silenced as they exited the school and Kurt looked up to see what had gotten the queen of talk to shut up. Kurt gasped and his jaw dropped.
In front of them stood Blaine, leaning lazily against his motorcycle. Simply put, he looked amazing.
He had on his signature boots and leather jacket but his ratty t-shirt was replaced with a nice black button-down and he had dark wash skinny jeans on. His usual mop of curls had seemingly been tamed to an organized mop with some sort of product. Most shocking of all, in his hand that wasn't occupied by a cigarette he held a bouquet of red and yellow roses.
"Oh. Hot. Damn. Hummel. If you don't tap that hot ass I will personally skin you." Santana hissed in Kurt's ear as she walked by openly admiring Blaine.
Kurt found his feet then and walked to Blaine. Blaine took one last pull of his cigarette and stomped it out just before Kurt reached him.
"Hey hot stuff. These are for you." Blaine said as he held out the flowers, which Kurt accepted with his mouth forming the words 'thank you'. Blaine smirked as he handed Kurt his extra riding helmet. "I know. I clean up nice. We should probably head out to that coffee though, I'm sick of getting eye fucked by Santana. Hop on babe."
Kurt rested his flowers on the seat of the motorcycle as he began to put on the helmet.
"Wait, I'm confused Kurt. I thought you needed me to drive you home." Kurt turned to find Finn staring at him with a bewildered expression gracing his face. 'Patience' Kurt reminded himself.
"I've got a ride now Finn. Could you take my bag, though?" Kurt handed Finn his bag and stared at the motorcycle in front of him. Blaine had already mounted the bike, leaving little room for Kurt to sit comfortably.
"What? I'm so co-" Finn started before getting cut off by Blaine.
"Straddle the bike and grab on tight, babe." Blaine sent Kurt a knowing smirk with an accompanying wink.
Kurt gingerly sat behind Blaine, making sure to leave a little room between them, and loosely grabbed Blaine's sides with his hands (one of which also held his flowers). Kurt heard Blaine chuckle and suddenly felt his legs being pulled forward until he was flush to Blaine's back. 'Oh, he even smells great' Kurt thought as he inhaled the scent of cinnamon, a hint of cigarettes and just-Blaine.
"Much better. Now wrap your arms around me and hold on tight." Blaine said.
Kurt did as he was told and suddenly the bike roared to life beneath them. They sped out of the school parking lot and through the streets of Lima. Ten minutes later, they reached the coffee shop on the outskirts of town. The bike silenced beneath them, but Kurt couldn't get his arms to move. Blaine laughed again, this time more freely and Kurt smiled at the magical sound. He felt Blaine unclench his fingers and slowly unwrap his arms.
"As much as I love you clinging to me, babe, it might look a little odd if we just stay here. Let's get that coffee." Blaine turned his head and Kurt could see a smile playing on Blaine's full lips.
Kurt slid off the bike and was shocked when Blaine reached over and grabbed his hand. No two boys were EVER caught holding hands in Lima, Ohio 'except the pre-game walk to the coin toss at the football games'. Kurt didn't remove his hand though because Blaine's hand felt too good molded in his own.
When they reached the counter, Blaine ordered a medium drip and Kurt ordered a grande non-fat mocha. Blaine insisted on paying which made Kurt smile again. 'Maybe this is a date.'
The duo found a quiet table in a corner of the shop and sat down; ignoring the looks from the old couple they passed.
"See, this isn't so bad, is it?" Blaine said and Kurt met his eyes. They were soft, much to Kurt's delight.
"Not as bad as I thought, but we only just got here." Kurt said before taking a drink of his coffee.
"So tell me about yourself. What's your story?" Blaine said, and Kurt was surprised to see genuine interest in Blaine's expression.
"Not much to tell. I live with my dad, stepmother and Finn. My mom died when I was eight and Carole and dad got married last year. I came out to my dad halfway through my sophomore year and thank god he accepts me. I like to sing and hope to be on Broadway someday. Along with having a spectacular career in fashion, of course." Kurt finished, blushing as he took his eyes away from Blaine's. He hadn't planned on telling Blaine that much, 'no taking it back now'. "What about you? You seem so mysterious; no one knows anything about you."
"No one tries to know me." Blaine said seriously, Kurt immediately met Blaine's gaze again and saw pain in Blaine's eyes. "There is a lot to tell about me, but I'll give you the Reader's Digest version. I went to Dalton Academy until last year, I went somewhere else for a year and now I'm here. I live in an apartment not far from here and haven't seen my parents since I came out to them the summer after my sophomore year. They said they didn't need to be associated with a dirty fag and threw me out."
Kurt flinched, silently thanking whatever was out there that his father accepted him. "Is that why you went somewhere else last year? They didn't pay your tuition? I hear Dalton is super fancy."
"Yeah." Was all Blaine offered, but he was preoccupied fidgeting with his lip ring.
"Where did you go last year?" This question was met by silence. Kurt watched as Blaine's expression began to turn icy again. "Stop!" Blaine met Kurt's gaze immediately in wonder, "You don't have to answer, just don't put up your front again. I know you aren't the sleaze you appear to be. Please, just be yourself."
Blaine laughed without humor. "Babe, I haven't been myself in a really long time. For you, I will be a version of that person. Someone I only bring out at home. Someone I like. I don't like having to be the badass; it just helps to keep people from getting attached." 'Why don't you want people to get attached to you?'
"Thank you. I like the kind version of you."
Kurt's breath caught in his throat as Blaine's face split into a large genuine smile that showed all of his upper teeth and even some of his lower teeth. 'Beautiful.'
"I like you too, Kurt." 'He said my name. I could listen to that forever.'
The rest of the date was spent in comfortable conversation with both boys trying to get to know the other as much as possible. In turn, they were both very open with the other, more so than ever intended.
As they pulled into Kurt's driveway, Kurt could feel his heart sink. He wasn't ready to let go of the boy in front of him. He reluctantly dismounted the bike, handing Blaine his helmet and taking his flowers from Blaine.
Blaine dismounted the bike as well and removed his helmet.
"Gotta walk you to the door, proper date behavior and all." Blaine explained at Kurt's confused glance. Kurt nodded and took Blaine's hand and they walked to the porch.
Once they reached the door Kurt turned toward Blaine. Blaine was smiling at Kurt.
"I actually had a really good time tonight, Blaine. Thank you." Kurt said, blushing.
"Me too, hot stuff. Here." Blaine held out a paper to Kurt. "My number. In case you want to get together for that fuck sometime." Blaine said winking at Kurt. Kurt just snorted as he took the paper. 'Aaand he's back.'
"I don't know about that. Maybe another coffee though." Kurt leaned in and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck.
Kurt felt Blaine sigh and wrap his arms around Kurt's waist.
A/N: I don't own Glee or its characters. Whew! That was definitely a fun one to write. Yay for nice Blaine! :) Also, yay for more people adding the story to follow/favorites, WELCOME! And a special thanks again to those who reviewed the previous chapter also! It's always great to hear from everyone. I hope everyone continues to enjoy the story! MUAH!