* Kurt, Blaine, both.
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Kurt kept anxiously shifting in his seat on the top riser in glee club. Finn and Rachel were almost finished singing their sickeningly romantic love song to each other and then it was Kurt and Blaine's turn. Only… Blaine still hadn't shown up. He should have figured this would happen. Blaine despised the glee club, he'd made that point extraordinarily obvious… and yet Kurt held onto the sliver of hope that Blaine would show up.
Rachel belted out the last note and the room was filled with applause. Mr. Schue got to his feet, going over to congratulate them on a job well done, "That was great. Now, last up is-" Mr. Schuester looked up to see Kurt sitting by himself, "It looks like Blaine didn't show up…"
"Think again, butt chin." Blaine sauntered in, looking exceedingly bored.
"That rhymed!" Brittany exclaimed.
Blaine ignored her, looking up at Kurt expectantly. Kurt stood slowly, going towards the front of the room, "You don't have to sing with me if you don't want to."
"Don't recall saying I didn't want to, firecracker. I just didn't want to listen to everyone else sing." Blaine shrugged, walking over to the band to tell them what to play.
Kurt went and grabbed the stool that Mr. Schuester usually sat on, dragging it over. He sat on it, holding his chin in his hand, resting his elbow on his knee.
"Whenever you're ready." Mr. Schue said.
Blaine jerked his head at the band and they started up. Kurt began whistling to the song, watching Blaine move to the middle of the room.
Oh, yeah
Oh!
Just shoot for the stars
If it feels right
And aim for my heart
If you feel like
And take me away and make it okay
I swear I'll behave
Kurt's eyes narrowed at Blaine as he sang. His eyes were dark, almost lustful. Blaine sang straight to the glee club, causing a few of the girls to swoon despite themselves. Something ignited in Kurt… some emotion he couldn't really place. He didn't like that Blaine was looking at them with those 'bedroom eyes'.
Kurt jumped off the stool, moving in front of Blaine and singing straight to him.
You wanted control
So we waited
I put on a show
Now I make it
You say I'm a kid
My ego is big
I don't give a shit
And it goes like this
Blaine seemed surprised, but he quickly got into the whole show. Kurt pulled out all the moves he had, wanting to draw Blaine's attention onto him instead of the rest of the New Directions. He certainly succeeded.
Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Blaine smirked, singing straight to his face before turning around and sliding to the opposite side of the room.
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you
Kurt sang to his back, pursuing him.
All the moves like Jagger
Blaine spun around, coming face to face with Kurt and backing him towards the center of the room again. It was like a game of cat and mouse.
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you
Blaine pointed from his golden orbs to Kurt's, eyeing him in an intense way that was also slightly playful. But even Kurt couldn't mistake the lust in the other boy's eyes.
With them moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
Maybe it's hard
When you feel like you're broken and scarred
Nothing feels right
But when you're with me
I'll make you believe
That I've got the key
Oh
So get in the car
We can ride it
Wherever you want
Get inside it
And you want to steer
But I'm shifting gears
I'll take it from here (Oh! Yeah, yeah!)
And it goes like this (Uh)
The two were going back and forth, teasing and dancing. Kurt was swiveling his hips, getting lost in the music. Blaine's eyes were glued on him.
Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you
All the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
They finished the song facing each other, their faces inches apart. Both were panting from exertion, staring into the other's eyes.
The room was silent for a moment before Santana muttered, "Wanky."
Then everyone suddenly started clapping. The noise caused the two boys to separate, Kurt was blushing but Blaine had an almost cocky smirk on his face. He knew what he was doing.
"Great job, boys." Mr. Schuester grinned, coming up and patting them both on their shoulders. Blaine shifted out of his touch, "Well, that's it for today. Have a good weekend everyone!"
Kurt turned back to Blaine, not sure exactly what he was going to say, but Mercedes ran up to him before he got the chance. "White boy. What in the hell is going on between you and Blaine Anderson?" She asked, dragging him down the hallway.
"N-nothing's going on, 'Cedes." He assured her… at least, he didn't think anything was going on.
"If nothing is going on, why were the two of you having eye-sex in front of the whole glee club just a few minutes ago?"
"Mercedes!" Kurt hissed, moving further down the hall so they weren't overheard.
"Spill it, Hummel."
Kurt didn't want to out Blaine, even though it didn't seem like Blaine was trying to remain in the closet, but he chose his words carefully nonetheless, "There isn't anything really going on… I mean… I think that I like him-"
"Let me just stop you right there." Mercedes cut in, "Anderson is not good news. He's a bad boy, Kurt. I thought you knew better than to go after that type of boy."
"You don't even know him." Kurt defended, though he didn't really know the other boy that well either.
"He's been here for four months and you've never said two words to him. Now suddenly, you think you like him after a week?" She asked incredulously.
Kurt rolled his eyes, turning away from her, "I don't need to listen to this." He muttered darkly, walking away.
"Kurt!" She called after him, but he didn't go back.
In retrospect, he wished he had.
As he walked through the seemingly corridors, making his way back to his locker to pick up a book he'd left, there was a loud bang that resonated through the hall. Kurt jumped, dropping the book he'd retrieved to the floor.
Karofsky was standing in the middle of the hall, livid eyes trained on Kurt. Kurt paused for a beat before spinning around and bolting down the hall. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough. The larger boy snatched him by the nape of his neck, shoving him into the locker rooms. Kurt stumbled forward, knocking his knee on the benches and falling to the disgusting tile floor.
"Not so tough without your guard dog around. Are you, Hummel?" Karofsky sneered, reaching down and pulling Kurt up by the collar of his shirt, "Fuck. Do you even know what you do to me?" He asked lowly, slamming Kurt back into the lockers, "No. Shit. Do you know what you've done to me?" Karofsky changed the wording of his previous question, tugging at his hair, "You're making me have all of these faggy thoughts!" He screamed, punching the locker right beside Kurt's head.
Kurt flinched back, squeezing his eyes shut. Karofsky was bad enough when he was in control of himself… but it seemed like the teen was having some sort of breakdown and Kurt was somehow at the center of it, "Karofsky?"
"SHUT UP. JUST, SHUT THE FUCK UP." Karofsky exploded. Kurt tried to move away, but Karofsky caught the movement. He pressed closer, pinning Kurt against the bank of lockers, "God, you're beautiful." He breathed. Kurt's eyes widened as Karofsky licked his lips, "You're all girly and shit… so it's almost like liking a girl, right?" He seemed to be fighting some sort of internal conflict.
"Wha-" Kurt was about to ask what the hell he was talking about, but his words were cut off by Karofsky's lips.
It was one of the most horrific things to ever happen to him. The boy's lips were sloppy, pressing too forcefully against his own unresponsive lips. Kurt squirmed, doing everything in his power to escape, but it was no use. Karofsky was a football player, built and strong.
The larger boy's hands roamed Kurt's body, causing his muscles to spasm as he cringed away… but it was as if Karofsky was everywhere. Karofsky bit down sharply on Kurt's lower lip, causing him to gasp. He used the opportunity to slip his tongue into Kurt's unwilling mouth.
Kurt kept thrashing about, hitting Karofsky's back and trying to pull him off, but he was pinned there, between the other boy and the lockers. It was when Karofsky's fingers dipped under the waist of his pants that Kurt bit down on Karofsky's tongue.
Karofsky let out a yelp, pulling away from Kurt. The instant he did, Kurt ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, away from Karofsky, away from the locker room, away from the school.
Kurt leaned against the wire fence that encircled the school grounds, huffing in the frigid December air. He slid down onto the sidewalk, staring across the street at nothing in particular.
He vaguely registered his phone buzzing in his pocket, but he couldn't control his body. So he sat there, feeling more alone than he had ever felt before.
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