A/N: Just as I said I would update today xD. I also just hit over 100 story alerts, so I am expecting you all to review about whether you loved or hated it and maybe even drop a few ideas in there too, because it would make me really happy. xD Big thank you to thomasinacoverly for leaving me a lovely review with a lot of ideas. And thank you to all of you too. I love you guys and I'm grateful for your support. I hope you all enjoy, and I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors in advance. -Lara
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To say Kurt was nervous was an understatement.
He was on the verge of hyperventilation.
It was Saturday, and the clock had just chimed 6:30pm, giving him a full half hour until Blaine arrived for their so-called date, which he didn't even want to go on in the first place. He didn't date bad-boys, and he didn't believe in the stereotypical bad-boy attitude slash imagery you saw in Grease. It just didn't happen in the twenty-first century.
However, he had a back-up plan. Beside his bed was an over-night bag full of his face-lotions, pajamas, magazines and a few choice CD's and other clothing pieces. Of course, it wasn't to stay with Blaine over night or anything- no freaking way. It was his escape plan. To go to Mercedes's or Rachel's before Blaine arrived, and pretend no one was home and then make up some excuse about a family emergency the next time he saw him.
Kurt was home alone. He'd convinced his Dad and Carole to go for dinner and a game night at some friends house, or something like that. But they'd said they wouldn't be home until at least after midnight, and Finn was at Puck's with Mike, Sam and Artie playing video games, and Finn said he'd be home for midnight too. His family where slightly confused as to why Kurt was asking them about their plans for this particular evening, but Kurt simply said he wanted to stay home and relax, which was very much true. He'd much rather be at home in a relaxing bath reading Vogue then going to a movie with Dalton's head honcho, who he was sure was going to try put the moves on in the dark.
He stood in front of a mirror scrutinizing his outfit for the fifth time, wringing his hands together nervously. He was dressed in an attire that was casual for him. Black slim fitting jeans, a loose white shirt and a black jumper over it with his white jacket ready to go. Instead of going for his usual calf-length boots he chose a simple pair of black all-stars converse.
His hair was also perfectly coiffed. Kurt had everything ready. His jacket thrown on the end of his bed, ready to be put on, his wallet in the pocket of it, his keys in that same pocket and his phone in his jeans front pocket for safe keeping.
Kurt was startled from his thoughts when the doorbell wrung at 6:45pm. He hurriedly snatched his things off his bed and ran down the stairs, leaving them on the couch as he went to answer the continuously ringing door-bell, even though he was almost certain it wouldn't be Blaine.
Surprisingly, the bad-boy was standing there, his usual arrogant smirk painted on. He also had skinny jeans on, Kurt noticed.
ohsweetmotherofallthingssexy.
He quickly scanned his eyes over the boy leaning against his door frame. He was wearing a black pair of jeans that fit him in all the right places, a thin red jumper and his tatty black leather jacket slung on too. His hair was gelled back as usual, and he was chewing on something. Blaine, like Kurt, was wearing converse, except red ones. Kurt had to shake his head at that and how they matched.
'Hi!' Kurt breathed, internally scolding himself for how breathy that came out.
Blaine's grin widened and he leaned in. 'Hello to you too.' He paused. 'You know, you can shut your mouth before flies start to live in there. I know I'm hot and all..' Blaine's eyes twinkled when Kurt blushed and cleared his throat, closing his mouth.
'I just wasn't expecting you here early, is all.' Kurt muttered.
Blaine rolled his eyes and pulled out his left hand from behind his back, showing a single red rose. Kurt internally swooned.
'For you.' Blaine said calmly, handing it towards Kurt who just smiled surprisingly and took it.
'Thank you.' Kurt replied, twirling it in his hands. 'Thats very sweet, and so very.. not you.'
Blaine chuckled slightly. 'Are you going to let me in?' He asked, his eyes glinting mischievously.
'And there you are again!' Kurt laughed. 'But if you want to, then sure.'
Kurt stood out of the door way and allowed Blaine to enter. As the bad-boy stood up from leaning against the doorway he winked at Kurt before shoving his hands in his pockets. Blaine looked around, noticing little things about the house that made it so very.. Kurt, and yet, so very not. Like, the football sitting beside the umbrella stand, the leather man jacket hanging up on the coat rack, a pair of womens high-heels in the middle of the living room, and.. the smell of oil?
But then there was things that made it look like Kurt lived here. The detail in the decor, the colors, pictures of him planted around different places of the room with four people he didn't recognize, obviously, a pile of musicals sitting on the coffee table and a few older issues of Vogue on the bookshelf.
Kurt looked around anxiously as he saw Blaine scrutinizing everything. He smiled when Blaine looked taken aback by a Harry Potter book sitting on the shelf.
'This house..' Blaine started. 'Very homey.' He commented before turning around. 'Want to show me your bedroom?' Blaine asked with a cheeky grin and a wink.
Kurt scoffed. 'No, now come on. Aren't we going to the movies?'
Blaine rolled his eyes this time. 'Sure, if you still trust me alone with you in a dark area, then absolutely.' He walked towards the couch and picked up Kurt's jacket, handing it to him. Kurt turned around to face the door, pulling on his coat when Blaine slapped his ass cheekily with a wink, walking forward to open the door, holding it for him.
Kurt rolled his eyes at him and walked out, locking the door behind him. He looked out onto the drive-way to see a Black Mercedes sitting there, and his jaw literally dropped.
'Nice, isn't it?' Blaine asked with a grin. 'My sixteenth birthday present.' He explained, opening a door for Kurt who raised an eyebrow, but gos in anyway.
'You never answered my question yesterday.' Kurt finally said as Blaine climbed in and buckled himself in. 'How do you know where I live? And why are you in a reform school when you're obviously loaded?'
'Never ask a magician how he performs his tricks.' Blaine said smoothly with another wink in Kurt's direction.
'Fine.' Kurt muttered as they pulled out and drove-down his street. 'But if you do that cheesy yawn to try get your arm over my shoulders, I swear I won't have a problem slapping you.'
Blaine chuckled. 'I have no doubts about that, but I like them feisty.'
The date was awesome.
Kurt couldn't deny it.
Blaine was the perfect gentleman for the whole night. He opened and closed doors for Kurt all night, he insisted on buying the movie tickets (Kurt didn't fail to notice the large wad of cash in his wallet either, which he would question later), while he paid for the candy. Blaine let him choose the movie, once it wasn't a chick-flick or romance, so they settled on a disaster movie which they really didn't pay attention to, and preferred to just talk and tease each other for two hours.
The ride home was in comfortable silence, and Kurt was grateful that Blaine managed to contain his usual vulgar mouth for the night, only passing sexual comments a few times, which he apologized for, but Kurt was sure he wasn't sorry one bit.
As they approached Kurt's house at coming up to 10pm, after stopping for Ice-cream, Blaine walked Kurt to his door.
'Have fun?' Blaine asked cockily, tilting his head to the side.
Kurt nodded. 'I did, actually. Thank you.'
Blaine winked. 'So you gonna let me tap that then?' He jerked his chin to Kurt's rear end, making the countertenor blush.
'Nope.' Kurt said, popping the P with a playful glint in his eyes. 'Because you refuse to answer all my questions.'
Blaine pouted cutely. 'All I'll tell you is that I'm a rich kid that made a mistake.'
This caught Kurt's attention. 'Mind if I ask what with?'
Blaine suddenly looked edgy and a little uncomfortable. 'I don't know why I'm about to tell you this but I will.' He sighed, Kurt nodded, leaning to his side. 'I got bullied really badly for a little while, and I snapped. I beat the leader up one day and he landed in hospital. I didn't go to juvie because my Mom and Dad saved my ass, but the attitudes all real.' He grinned. Kurt's eyes suddenly softened and he pulled a surprised Blaine into a hug.
'Thank you.' Kurt whispered. 'For telling me, I know you didn't have to. But I promise I won't tell anyone in case it'll ruin your image.' He said with a grin as he pulled back.
'What about you then?' Blaine asked. 'You didn't sign up to tutor at a reform school.' It was a statement, not a question.
Kurt raised an eyebrow. 'How would you know that?'
Blaine grinned. 'I read your file.'
The brunette gaped at him. 'You did what?' He asked incredulously.
'You do what you need to do to survive.' Blaine said solemnly. 'I got really mad when I heard what happened to you, or well, why you where sent there to tutor, bullies and stuff, thats why I always saved your primmadonna ass.' He paused. 'Gotta admit, the fact that you mouthed off to him just like you do to me is a real turn on. I could imagine you all hot and angry.' Blaine winked again, his arrogant smirk was back full force.
Kurt smiled. 'I thought a magician never reveals his tricks?' He asked cheekily.
Blaine licked his lips, a small smile forming on his lips. 'Sometimes, its nice to have an assistant.' He whispered, moving in closer to Kurt who suddenly felt self-conscious at the closeness of the other boy. He could smell the expensive cologne, a little bit of something like mint, and something unnameable, something just so.. Blaine.
Kurt looked up into the deep brown eyes staring back at him. The arrogance was still there, the bad-boy attitude was still all prominent, but for some reason none of that seemed to matter anymore.
But he knew Blaine was a player. A guy who used other guys for cheap hook-ups and left them out to dry. If Blaine read his file, whose to say Blaine won't use blackmail the next time he wants something from Kurt? Its not like he wanted his whole business spread around a reform school full of homophobes.
Although, Blaine had let Kurt in.. It wasn't much, but it was definitely a start.
Kurt smiled small at Blaine and kissed him on the cheek, lingering for a second before pulling back, bringing a hand up to caress Blaine's cheek that had a slight bit of stubble, a small blush creeping up on Kurt's cheeks as he took his hand back. Suddenly, all that crap with Karofsky just didn't seem to matter.
'Goodnight, Blaine.' Kurt said calmly before standing up straight again. 'Thank you for a great evening.'
Blaine stood up straighter too, smirking in response. 'Told you I wouldn't rape you.' He commented before walking down the steps. 'Goodnight princess!' He called over his shoulder before getting into his car and driving away.
Kurt smiled to himself and entered his house, seeing the rose laying on the table beside the door.
He could definitely figure out the puzzle that was Blaine Anderson.
... And after tonight, maybe allow himself to think about Blaine in a way he'd been refusing himself the ability to, instead distracting himself.
Yeah, he liked figuring Blaine out.
But he knew there was definitely more to the story then to what the boy was spilling.
And Kurt was going to find out.
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