Once Kurt was out the door from his History class, he could hear the light tapping of ballet flat shoes behind him, meaning that only Rachel could have been following him. He ignored her as he made his way to his locker, gathering his things for lunch. Rachel found him and started to speak.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asked, her little hand on Kurt's arm. "You shot up out of your seat faster than a bullet."
"What's wrong is that I was placed next to the biggest idiot in our century," Kurt grumbled, hastily shoving books inside his locker.
Just then, Mercedes and Tina came up behind the two and smiled brightly. "Hey guys," Tina said, "How were your mornings?"
Rachel spoke before Kurt could reply. "Kurt's been having a rough morning. The new kid is being irritating and - and what exactly has he been doing, Kurt?"
"If he's busting on your ass, I'll deal with him," Mercedes cocked an eyebrow, a hand on her hip. "Or, I can ask Sam and Puck to deal with him."
"It's not like that," Kurt muttered. "He just doesn't know how to take no for an answer. He is the biggest sex-leech I have ever met and he thinks he can just walk up to anyone he wants and expects them to fall in love with him."
"Is this Blaine we're talking about?" Tina questioned. "The leather-jacket wearing, smokes-all-the-time Blaine Anderson?"
"Yup," Kurt replied.
"He's...giving you sex offers," Rachel asked, but it came out more as a statement from her shocked expression.
"Well..." Kurt thought. "I guess. It's not like he's paying me or anything, but he just wants to get off and I'd never do that despite how cute he is."
The three girls looked at Kurt, and Kurt flushed.
"Well - you know, he's cute and all, but there's no way I would-"
"Cute? Try gorgeous!" Tina sighed, and Rachel and Mercedes's attention was now focused on Tina, their expressions incredulous.
"Girl," Mercedes shook her head.
"What?" Tina asked, confused.
"Good for you for showing him, Kurt," Rachel said. "People like him need rejection now and then. If they get told yes too often, they abuse it."
"It's not like I was going to say yes," Kurt hissed, annoyed. "What do you think I am, a prostitute?"
"Not at all, honey," Mercedes joined. "And we weren't doubting you. But boys like him, no matter how fine their white asses can be, are great at manipulating people. Even the smartest of people, like you."
"I'll keep my distance, then," Kurt rolled his eyes at the image of Blaine's face in his head.
An image that never seemed to stop appearing in his head.
The rest of the day had gone pretty normal for Kurt. But for some reason, he couldn't stop thinking about the damn boy. There was just something so mysterious about him, something Kurt couldn't put his finger on. But mostly, Kurt couldn't help but think how amazingly gorgeous his features were. The whole enigma personality completely added to that, and-
Stop. What was he doing? Kurt didn't like Blaine. Not like that, or any other way. He couldn't be thinking about Blaine like this. It completely went against everything he'd said to his friends. Blaine was a threat. He was bold, dangerous, careless, menacing. Anything he did would probably end up damaging something else. Kurt didn't want to be that damaged thing.
Still...there was no doubting that Blaine was truly something amazing to look at. Kurt hated that he was taking Blaine for granted like that, but his regret faded when he remembered that Blaine probably did the same.
And then Kurt blushed so brightly that he thought his face would have burned off.
Just thinking about Blaine lying in his room, doing those kinds of things while thinking about Kurt. The image became so clear in his mind: Blaine on top of his covers, dressed in his night wear, slipping a palm underneath the fabric of his underwear to firmly grasp his-
Kurt suddenly jumped up in his seat and slammed his textbook shut, as if the images from his mind were inside the book somehow. Two girls sitting in front of him turned their heads to see what the loud noise was, and Kurt just gave them a glare as cold as ice.
While recovering from the thoughts that hijacked his mind earlier, Kurt made his way to the choir room. School had ended, and now it was time to rehearse yet again for sectionals with the glee club.
Rehearsal went by smoothly - well, with a few rough patches they would have to take up. Kurt ended up getting accidentally shoved a few times by Artie's wheelchair as they followed Mr. Schue's dance moves, causing Artie to push his glasses up his nose and apologize several times. For sectionals, they had decided on a Michael Jackson medley. His songs were difficult to sing, let alone his dancing style, but he was a well respected artist with crowd pleasing music. Kurt thought that he would be able to hit some really high notes this year, considering the artist they'd be singing, but no. Kurt wasn't even able to squeeze in a "hee-hee". Once again, Kurt felt neglected in his own environment.
When practice was over, everyone gathered their bags and headed outside, waving goodbye to each other as they went their separate ways. Kurt was almost making his way out the front door when he noticed an absence in his pocket. He reached down into the pocket of his jeans and found no cell phone.
"Crap," Kurt muttered to himself. He figured he left his phone in his locker, which was the last place he'd seen it. Kurt walked quickly through the hallways, his shoes making odd squeaking noises on the floor. He was glad he was by himself so that no one needed to hear the embarrassing noises his shoes made as he walked to his locker.
Or, so he thought he was alone.
Kurt had just finished doing his locker combination when a loud, gruff voice came from behind him.
"Hey, faggot."
Kurt sucked in a silent breath, closing his eyes briefly. Then, he mustered up all his courage and opened his eyes, still facing the locker and not at them as he spoke.
"What are you daft gorilla's doing here?" Kurt asked, taking his time to look for his phone so that he didn't have to turn around and face his tormenters.
"We thought we'd stop by and say hello to our favorite punching bag," came another voice, but Kurt could already sense that there were two of them there. He pictured them standing there with their ugly, cheap letterman jackets, maybe holding a couple of slushies.
"And who would that be? Each other?" Kurt scoffed. He could feel the annoyance heating up in the bullies behind him, even without looking at them.
"You best be watching your mouth around us, Hummel," one of them said. Kurt guessed that it was Azimo, recognizing his voice pretty quickly. The other voice, however, he did not know. But it was probably some equally hulking guy with a bad haircut and a sweaty neck.
"Yeah," the other voice said. "We could hear your terrible glee club from all the way down the hall. It's making our ears bleed, so keep it down next time, will ya?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, feeling his cheeks get hot with anger. He turned around to face the bullies now, his bravery kicking it. He'd been right about who was speaking - Azimo and another faceless bully.
"For your information," Kurt said, "We've won plenty of competitions before, and Figgins seems to be putting more money towards us than that football team of yours. How many games have you guys won these past three years? Oh yeah, only one. And if I do recall, the game you managed to win was the night that you had me on the team."
"It was also the night we looked like assholes, dancing in front of the whole school," Azimo huffed, his fist clenching.
"You should be thankful you even had me to put a little humanity into your joke of a team. Without me and Mr. Schuester to coach you all, you probably would have lost yet another game."
The faceless bully gave Kurt a little shove. Not a hard one, but it was enough to send Kurt stumbling back about two steps. "Don't be a smart ass, Hummel," he said. "Or else-"
"Or else what?" Kurt pushed. "You guys are gonna beat me up? Send a slushy flying at my face? Go ahead, its not like it hasn't happened before. You should really get some more methods, because your insults are weak, your actions are harmless and your fashion is just embarrassing to the point where wearing trash bags would make you look a tad better."
Once again, Kurt got another shove, this time from Azimo.
"Don't touch me," Kurt growled, and they did it again, the push being harder this time.
"I said don't touch me!" Kurt yelled now, and just as the jocks raised their hands to do something much worse, a fourth voice sounded and joined the conversation.
"Hey!"
Kurt would know that voice anywhere, even without looking at who it belonged to.
"Lay off the kid, Azimo. Or do I need to show you how to keep your damn ugly fists to yourself?" Blaine looked relaxed and at ease, one hand in his pocket and the other resting limply at his side. His eyes looked calm, his shoulders sagging. However, there was a look in his eyes that just proved to show that something was about to go down.
"Shut the hell up, Anderson," Azimo yelled back at Blaine, who was walking closer and closer towards the commotion.
Please leave, Kurt pleaded in his mind. You're going to make things worse. They'll want to kill me by tomorrow morning if you defend me.
Wait, why is Blaine defending me?
"Be a nice boy and put those fists away," Blaine said in a mocking tone. "You wouldn't wanna give Hummel here an STD from all the times you've touched your own dick, since no one is doing it for you."
Azimo snorted, along with the faceless jock. "Yeah, cause you'd probably want to do it yourself, am I right, homo?"
"Why don't you both run along now and play with your toys, alright? Leave Hummel to me."
Blaine gave a smile, and it almost made Kurt's heart stop. The smile Blaine had was almost psychotic and ill, like Blaine could easily hurt someone with the flick of his wrist and feel goof about doing it. Kurt wasn't scared of Blaine, but...he was scared of this face. This face was morbid, brutal, and a little sadistic looking.
"So what? So you can make out with him?" said the faceless jock, and Azimo laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. Just to make Blaine's blood boil, Azimo reached out once more to shove Kurt again, sending his elbow into the lockers next to him. Kurt's elbow collided with the metal door, making a thumping sound.
Just like that, Blaine's fist connected with Azimo's eye so quickly that nobody even had enough time to blink or breathe before it happened. And it wasn't a light smack of a punch, either. A loud smack echoed throughout the halls, and Kurt stood with his eyes wide. Kurt wished he could just leave, or become apart of the lockers behind him, but his body was frozen to the floor. And there was no way he could leave Blaine behind now.
Azimo looked at Blaine with one eye for a split second before pouncing, but the faceless jock managed to leap between them, keeping them apart.
"Hey," Azimo spat, "Let me at this homo. Let me teach him a lesson!"
"Could you sound any gayer?" asked Blaine in a fake-little girl voice, which only made Azimo angrier.
"Dude, stop, you can't," the faceless jock said. "Remember what Coach Beiste said? If we violate that stupid rule she made with Shuester about beating up the glee club, then she'll kick us off the team."
"We do it in school anyway! All the time!" Azimo was pissed.
"Yeah, but that's different than after school hours," said the faceless jock. "During school, that's when teachers can stop us or whatever. You beat them up outside of school on our own time and we're dead."
"Wow, kid's actually smart enough to figure something out!" Blaine said, pretending to sound impressed as gave a pitiful round of applause.
Azimo gave Blaine a hot death glare, one that made Kurt look down at the floor. But Blaine held his gaze, staring back with intensity. A staring contest for the vicious.
"I'll get you later," Azimo threatened. "You're dead, Anderson. I'll murder you and his-" Azimo thrust a finger at Kurt "-asses later. When nobody else is around."
"You have fun doing that, friends!" Blaine waved as the jocks made their way down the hallway. Blaine just stared at them until they were out of sight, his back turned to Kurt. Kurt watched the fearless boy's leather-clad back. Blaine said nothing, just had his face staring off into the the hallway, ignoring Kurt's existence.
"Tha-" Kurt tried, but his voice was hoarse, so he cleared it and tried it again. "Um, thank you. You know, for that, I really appr-"
Blaine suddenly spun around faster than when he had hit Azimo in the eye and walked over to where Kurt was standing against the lockers. Blaine's expression went from being determined to libidinous in seconds. Not only that, but...Kurt detected a tiny bit of concern in there, too, which surprised him.
What surprised him even more was when Blaine inched so close to Kurt that he could feel their chests pressed together. Kurt's eyes were as wide as a deer's caught in headlights, his breath hitching when Blaine placed his hands on either side of Kurt's head on the lockers, pressing his stomach into Kurt's and his back into the metal doors.
Kurt was sure Blaine could feel his heart beating.
Kurt looked up and was suddenly face-to-face with gorgeous, intimidating hazel eyes framed with dark, thick lashes. Kurt could spot every tiny curl, every contour on Blaine's face. He had a high definition view of the little stubble hairs on Blaine's chin, the slight dark circles underneath his eyes from lack of sleep, and he could smell the waft of smoke and cologne that he gave off. Kurt suddenly found Blaine about ten times more attractive than before.
Blaine said nothing. Kurt said nothing. They were both mute and stared at each other for what felt like hours. Kurt could almost feel his knees wobbling uneasily like noodles, and his eyes darted down to look at somewhere, anywhere, but Blaine's eyes. He settled on looking at the collar of Blaine's jacket instead. Without warning, Blaine's hand moved up to softly cup Kurt's chin and tilt it towards Blaine's face. Blaine smiled, a genuine smile, not an annoying smirk, when he could feel Kurt's blush beneath his fingers. While Blaine was being gentle, his grasp was still firm, being certain that Kurt was now looking at him and not anywhere else. Just what he wanted.
"You okay?" Blaine asked. Kurt gaped, his mouth opening and closing like he was going to say something before he finally nodded, unable to use coherent words. Blaine thought he could get lost in those sea foam eyes, twinkling like the stars above. Blaine's voice was a gentle susurrus echoing in the shell of Kurt's ear, which was a sound Kurt never got to hear often. Or at least, coming from Blaine.
"Good," Blaine replied, his hand moving down Kurt's face to the side of his neck. He traced Kurt's thin collarbone, enjoying the smooth, well-cared-for skin. Kurt got a tingling sensation down his neck, making him shiver, yet feel warm at the same time.
"Thanks," Kurt managed to choke out, his face on fire. Blaine smiled once more, and Kurt decided that he liked Blaine's real smile rather than his cocky one, the one he used when trying to impress someone. "But I could have handled myself just fine."
"Mmhmm," Blaine distractedly answered after a while of stroking his fingers up and down Kurt's neck, amused when Kurt shuddered. "I know you could've. But you would have been turned into a pancake by them before making it out alive."
After a while, Blaine placed his hand back onto the locker behind Kurt's head, trapping Kurt inside the imaginary cage. Not like Kurt would move, anyway. He was too shocked by what was going on. How could he have gone from despising Blaine's guts to mesmerized by him in such a short amount of time?
Kurt stared at Blaine, and very slowly, Blaine lay his forehead right on top of Kurt's, squishing parts of their hair together. Kurt was pretty sure he couldn't breathe now.
"Are you scared of me, Kurt?" Blaine asked, his voice low and quiet. Kurt blinked. This was also the first time that Blaine had called Kurt by his real name, and not "Hummel" or "Angel Face."
"What?" said Kurt, and Blaine moved in so close that the only thing Kurt could see were two giant eyes starring right into him. Exposing him, turning him vulnerable.
"I said," Blaine was whispering now, "Are you scared of me?"
Kurt swallowed slowly, breathing softly before saying, "No."
Blaine stared at Kurt for a few more long seconds before he smirked and moved in to press his lips against Kurt's. Kurt gasped lightly, his eyebrows shooting up, but his eyelashes automatically closing.
This was the most thrilling sensation he'd ever felt. Blaine's mouth was so warm and skilled, and he felt those pair of lips sucking on his own with a passionate demeanor. Kurt let out a shaky sigh from his nose, his heart thundering in his chest. His first real kiss was with a dangerous, untamable person, and he loved every moment of it.
Kurt knew he shouldn't be doing this. He should be pushing Blaine off of him and walking in the opposite direction by now, but Kurt soon felt himself kissing back with enthusiasm. If this was how good a kiss felt with Blaine...Kurt couldn't even imagine what other things would be like with him.
It was like his mouth was on fire, and heat coursed through Kurt's veins teasingly. Kurt let out a small squeak when he felt a tongue probe into his mouth, licking at his own tongue very gently. Blaine's hand came up to firmly grasp Kurt's hip, pulling it closer to his body as their lips moved in hard, languid circles. It was true that Kurt was no expert when it came to this sort of stuff, and his knowledge was limited. But judging by the sound of Blaine's irregular breathing...he wasn't doing so bad.
Just as Kurt was getting into the kiss, starting to raise his arms so they could wrap around Blaine's neck, Blaine pulled away abruptly, their kiss making a small squishing noise. Kurt looked puzzled, his cheeks pink and his eyelashes fluttering open. Kurt quickly put his arms at his side once more before they got a chance to touch Blaine.
"Yeah," Blaine spoke, his voice returning back to normal. "That's what I thought."
Blaine lifted himself off the lockers, stuffed his fists into his jacket and walked away without looking back at Kurt. Kurt stood, astonished again, his mouth wide open and his brain scattering his thoughts as he tried to grasp what just happened. Blaine's footsteps eventually faded out into a rubato rhythm until it was completely gone, leaving Kurt with a warm buzz still tingling on his lips and a very, very confused head.
AN: I was just about to upload this when I realized that as I was writing this that this scene parallels to the part in one of my older fics, 500 Days of Kurt, when they were standing outside of Blaine's bedroom and the boys started kissing and after, Kurt just left. I swear, its like the ideas just come up randomly, I don't even know sometimes that I'm referencing myself...