TMWYK

Chapter 8

Blaine's foot tapped nervously against the tiled floor. His ballpoint pen mimicked the action against his closed notebook, making an erratic beat that was sure to annoy any classmates within a three desk radius of the boy's seat. Blaine couldn't bring himself to care about anyone being annoyed right now. All he could focus on was the crumpled up piece of paper in his teacher's pants pocket. Mr. Hummel had been going on about Stalin for the past 5 minutes; smiling when hands went up to ask questions or participate, nodding at a student that requested to go to the bathroom. Blaine noticed after the chair scooted out to his left that it was Nick who had asked, and his best friend gave him a pointed look as he took the hall pass for the restroom. He slouched down in his seat as Nick left the room, giving whoever asked him to stop tapping his foot the middle finger before doing it harder.

"Mr. Anderson," the teacher called out from where he wrote on the board, "please stop tapping."

Blaine sat up again, turning back to the kid who had been complaining. He gave him a look, not facing forward again until the boy cowered in his seat.

After a minute or so, Kurt turned back to face the class. A few of them were copying the definitions he had just written, others reading passages from their text. One, of course, had his foot tapping and his cell phone out. Kurt leant back onto his desk and watched him a while, wanting to see if he'd have to reprimand the teen again.

Dude. He's going to read it! Do something –Nick

What am I supposed to do? –Blaine

If he knows you're assed out. He's a teacher. He has to say something. –Nick

I'll just tell him I won't do it. Problem solved –Blaine

Ok. What happens when the story is on the news? –Nick

"Blaine."

Blaine looked up from his phone, foot steadily tapping. He blatantly had his cell phone on show and his book was closed. Nothing was copied from today's discussion. In fact, he had no clue what was happening in today's discussion.

"Yes, Mr. H?"

Kurt knew something had to be going on. First the talking, then the note passing, now the tapping and texting… something had to be up. Blaine hadn't behaved like this in… well he had never really intentionally disrespected him like this. Not at this level.

"Let me speak to you outside." He walked over to the door where Nick was waiting, opening it and nodding to the senior as he entered. Blaine sighed, getting up from his seat and pocketing his phone. He looked at his best friend before following after Kurt, stepping out and waiting for the teacher to close the door behind him.

Kurt didn't speak at first; he only observed the anxious expression of the young man next to him. Blaine stared straight at the bulletin board across the hall, arms crossed over his chest.

"What's wrong?"

Blaine shook his head no but still didn't give any other semblance of acknowledgement.

"Blaine," Kurt warned. He looked up and down the empty hall before resuming with a low voice. "You are distracting the other students and we had a conversation about this weeks ago. You stopped this behavior already, so I'm curious as to why it's even occurring again."

Blaine let his head fall back against the wall. He stared at the ceiling as Kurt stood up straight. "Give me a kiss."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Blaine, we're wasting valuable learning time—"

"Fine," he sighed and faced the teacher, "I need that note back."

The man raised an eyebrow, giving a stern look. "Why?"

"Because. Nothing. I just don't want you reading it. That's all."

A curious silence took over the next few seconds. Kurt leant his shoulder against the wall, staring down at the teen. "Is there something on the note that I'm not going to like?"

His student nodded.

"About you and another guy?"

"What? No," Blaine told him, standing up and ruffling his hair. "It's nothing like that… just… you're going to be mad and I'd rather you hear it from me than like this."

Kurt locked eyes with him for a moment, trying to read his face. He got enough. Blaine seemed sincere—a little angry, but sincere. "I'll give it back to you after your notes are copied and you apologize to everyone—"

"Are you serious?"

"Very."

Blaine looked down the hall, a clearly aggravated look on his face. "You're treating me like a child right now and I'm not a child."

"When you act like a child, people treat you that way." Kurt opened the door with his foot, preparing to go inside. "Now I know you're not a child, so go prove me right. Behave like you're expected to."

The teen rolled his eyes and pushed past his teacher, going into the classroom. Kurt checked the halls again before walking inside after him. The class had been oddly quiet and actually appeared to be doing work, but Kurt knew better. Any time a class was left unsupervised for even a minute, the students behaved like monkeys. The paper ball on the floor by his desk pretty much confirmed that was the case here.

"I'm not stupid, people."

They laughed as Blaine went to his seat. He made no effort to apologize to anyone, or even look in their direction, but he did open up his notebook and begin to copy. Kurt watched as Nick gave him a worried look, but his best friend shook him off. That made the teacher a little curious as to what was on the note.

"Mr. Hummel?"

The man was snapped out of his thoughts. "Yes, Amelia?"

"What are you doing Saturday night?"

Kurt deadpanned as the class giggled. Luckily, a knock on the door distracted him from any further awkwardness. A student that looked to be a freshman smiled when he opened the door and gave Kurt a letter. "From Principal White," he said.

Kurt nodded his thanks and opened it up. The class looked at him expectantly as he read with a smile, cheering a little at the news.

"What is it?" Nick asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"Mrs. Frances had a little girl! Josephina Michelle, 7 pounds and 4 ounces! They are both doing well and she wants you all to know she'll be ready to see your smiling faces in a few weeks!"

"Nooooooo," one student said, his head collapsing on the desk. The other students groaned and Nick shook his head. Blaine had still been copying notes, either feigning disinterest or really not caring at all.

"Looks like I'm going back to skipping this class," Nick said aloud, dropping his pen on the wooden surface. "I can't stand her."

The twins frowned and exchanged a look. "Tell her she can stay home until September. We're good with you until graduation."

Kurt smiled at Anastasia, "I'm pleased that you all think so highly of me as a substitute, but this is her class. She needs to come back and earn her salary if she wants to be able to feed Josephina and I'm not one to stand in the way of that."

Nick rolled his eyes. "But she's such a bit—"

"Nicholas," Kurt warned, back stepping until he was against the board, "we're going to enjoy the next few weeks I have with you and when your teacher comes back, we'll greet her with big smiles. Now," he went over to his lesson plan, "Who wants to read the introduction on page 189 for me?"

The class continued to groan but it was Blaine who raised his hand. Kurt looked up and smiled.

"Go ahead, Blaine."

The boy cleared his throat and began. At his voice, the class settled down and fell into the reading, listening to their classmate. Kurt smiled and followed along.

….

When the bell did ring, his students traipsed out of the classroom with depressed looking faces. Kurt smiled and said goodbye. He couldn't lie; though he was trying to be strong for them, he had grown very attached to all of his classes.

Blaine didn't bother to pack his things, only leaving his books out by his desk and following behind Nick to close and lock the door. Kurt leant back in his seat and looked at him, watching the teen walk over in his Nike Jordans, ripped jeans and tight t-shirt. Blaine seemed to be a little more relaxed as he approached.

"Here's the note," Kurt said, pulling the paper out of his pocket. Blaine nodded and took it.

"Thanks."

They were quiet for a while until Blaine walked off, putting it in his backpack. He got the French textbook out and walked back over, dragging a chair as usual.

"Comment était-classe de français hier?"

"D'accord." Blaine answered that class the previous day was okay, plopping the book down. He sat in the chair afterwards and placed his head on the teacher's desk.

"Êtes-vous d'accord?" Kurt asked the teen if he was okay, stroking a few curls away from his face. By now, Blaine was used to the 'speak in French during tutoring' rule and it had helped him a lot. He nodded as an answer, though the stress of this whole breaking and entering thing was getting to him.

"So let's start," Kurt told him. He smiled when Blaine shook his head no. "What if I bribed you with a 1 minute make out session?" Blaine's eyes shined at this and Kurt smirked, correcting himself. "I mean, nous devrions embrasser."

It was literally one second before Blaine was in his teacher's lap, laughing along with Kurt as their lips met. He easily slipped his tongue into Kurt's mouth, running along his teeth inside and humming in pleasure when his teacher did the same to him. It had to be the sloppy, tongue-fucking kisses that Blaine could definitely appreciate. He grinded down onto Kurt's cock and moaned when the man thrust up. That was until the teacher pulled away.

"Nope," Kurt shook his head, pushing the boy away, "I said make out, not mess up my pants. You've had enough."

Blaine smirked as he stood up. "Fine."

….

The lesson went well. Blaine had improved drastically since their first time together. He even spoke in sentences; sometimes broken or with words out of order, but he was grasping the idea.

Kurt stood at the white board, erasing and preparing for his seventh period class when his mind flashed back to the note. He looked over to Blaine who was practicing on an exercise in his textbook when he decided to ask.

"So what was it that you didn't want me to see?"

Blaine looked up from his work and shook his head. "Just some stuff with Nick." he said. Kurt noticed the break in his voice as he pressed on.

"Is it bad?"

Blaine nodded, though he hated lying. Still, it needed to be done. Kurt finding out about what he was going to do was not in his plans. "Yeah it is, and very personal. It has to do with his dad and him but he doesn't want anyone else to know. Not even Jeff."

Kurt stopped what he was doing. Reminiscing over the conversation in the hallway, Blaine had been adamant on him not finding out because it was something Kurt wouldn't like. At least that's what he said when asked. Why would something about Nick and his father be a thing that Kurt wouldn't like seeing? "I hope it isn't anything like abuse right?" he turned to face Blaine who was staring down at his book.

"O-Oh no, nothing like that." The boy responded.

Kurt nodded. None of this was adding up. He turned his body so that he leant against the whiteboard, staring at the nervous teen across from him. "It's a little odd, Blaine. I would think that if it was something so bad, Nick would've freaked out. But it was you that freaked out. You said you didn't want me to see it because I'd be upset, but you'd explain. This explanation isn't making much sense"

Blaine stopped writing altogether, and the teacher put his marker down and approached.

"I think that you're lying to me."

"I'm not," Blaine said quickly. He looked up at Kurt and shook his head. "I'm not lying. Nick was calm because I told him I'd handle it. That's all, Kurt."

The teacher, after much observation of a serious Blaine, took his seat and nodded. He then sat back in the chair, looking out over the otherwise empty classroom. He remembered that Nick did look worried when Blaine returned to his seat, so maybe that was the case. Still… something seemed off.

Blaine went back to his writing, though he motioned to change the conversation. "Can we meet up tonight?"

The question lingered in the air for a few moments. Kurt considered saying no. Honestly, he believed Blaine wasn't being completely truthful, but the only way to be sure was to read the note for himself. It may've been bad that the first place the teacher's mind went to was infidelity earlier, but who could blame him? This was a chance he took being involved with an 18 year old. His mind was going to go to this place often, he imagined. Blaine would always be younger and would be able to get whatever young guy he wanted. And if he was lying about something like this; about some stupid note he was passing in class, then what else would he lie about? Kurt took a breath and calmed down. Blaine may've been telling the truth and all of this was in vain.

"I have a thesis to start."

After the words left his mouth, Kurt acknowledged that if Blaine was with him, he wasn't in the streets. That was always a good thing. A little extra time together was better than a lot of time apart.

Blaine frowned as he glanced up. "C'mon. I bet it's not due for a while. Smythe is going to have you tomorrow night. I think I should get a little more time with you tonight. Maybe I can try everything you tried on me last night…" he trailed off with a flirtatious smile that Kurt had to roll his eyes at.

"I don't know if I'm going with Smythe tomorrow. I don't want to. Why don't we do something tomorrow night instead?"

Blaine froze and Kurt didn't fail to notice. He locked eyes with him and Blaine quickly turned away, flirtatiousness gone and a blank look on his face. "I'm, um, going with Nick and Jeff to Dalton tomorrow. To see our friend Wes."

Kurt glanced at him before looking away. "That sounds like fun."

"Yeah," Blaine looked up at the man momentarily. "It should be."

This was the fourth time in a few minutes that Blaine felt uneasy about the conversation. He knew for a fact that his teacher was on to him. Kurt was definitely suspecting something, and why wouldn't he? The whole predicament had been incredibly suspicious. Instead of allowing it to go any further, Blaine moved his chair closer to his teacher and leant in, close enough to smell the fragrance of his cologne. Kurt bit his lip at the closeness of his student's proximity, smiling when the boy leant and started to kiss at his neck. Blaine stuck his tongue out and carefully teased below Kurt's ear, licking the soft skin in short swipes. Kurt gasped, closing his eyes as Blaine's tongue moved a little more confidently. He started sucking on his pulse point, holding the man's face in place as his lips trailed over the darkening skin. His breathing hitched when Kurt moaned and placed a hand on his thigh… all before he heard something strange.

Kurt's hand was on a path up the younger man's thigh until Blaine abruptly pulled back. He almost whined at the absence.

"Blaine—what's wrong—"

"Did you hear that?" Blaine stared at the door as he asked; focusing on the doorknob he heard being turned earlier. At least that's what it sounded like. It seemed to be quiet now.

Kurt took a breath and adjusted himself, staring from the door back to Blaine. "I didn't hear anything."

Blaine nodded, licking his lips. After another few seconds he turned around to his teacher. "I thought I heard someone trying to come in."

Kurt shrugged. "I really hope not." They shared a look all before Blaine leant in again, giving the man a chaste kiss. Kurt smiled into it before pulling away. "We should take it easy, though."

"I know," he told him in response. He looked back at his books and moved to the spot his seat was previously. Kurt smiled at him, playing with his tie, and Blaine sat back in his chair, sending a wink.

"So you really want me to go out with this guy," Kurt asked, "because you have a jealous streak I've noticed that I don't know if I'm ready to deal with."

Blaine laughed a little, rubbing a hand over his face. "Of course I don't want you to, but it'll be fine. I just don't want him or anyone else getting suspicious. Everyone knows he's into you and you're allegedly single so… "

Kurt nodded. "Fine. Just this once."

"That should be enough." Blaine started to gather up his things in preparation for the next class. "Then I want you all to myself." He smirked when his teacher leant his elbows on the desk giving him a daring look.

"What happens then?" Kurt teased, purposely licking over his lips in a way that made Blaine's eyes follow the movement. The boy gulped before his eyes found Kurt's.

"I'd rather show you."

The bell rang as Kurt smirked, leaning back in his chair. Sure it would've been smart to get ready for the students that would be entering soon, but watching Blaine walk away had been a bit more interesting. The teen placed his things in his back pack and pulled his jeans up where they were supposed to be, smiling at his teacher as he did so. Kurt shook his head and went back to what he was doing at the board, writing a few notes.

"So I'll see you tonight, Mr. H?"

Kurt turned to watch his student go over to the door and unlock it. He nodded and then smiled softly. "You can come right over after classes."

Blaine smiled, opening the door up. There were a few kids walking by but what really caught his attention was Mr. Smythe across the hall. He was posted up in front of Ms. Hart's science classroom when his own room was far down the hall. Blaine stepped into the hall and raised an eyebrow at the man who only stared back at him with an unfamiliar expression. The teen rolled his eyes, preparing to go to his next class, but his music teacher caught him before he could get too far.

"I was waiting to talk to Mr. Hummel. I didn't know you two kept the door locked."

Blaine looked at the man's hand on his arm until Mr. Smythe removed it. The teacher then placed both hands in his pocket until Blaine gave him his attention. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" he asked.

Smythe smiled and nodded his head. "I do. I just wanted to talk to the sub, that's all." Blaine had a green look all over his face; even more so than usual, and that really made the man even more suspicious than he had been when he found the door locked with just the two of them behind it. "Excuse me," he stepped away and went to enter the history teacher's room. Blaine watched him go before walking off to his next period.

Kurt was saying hello to students as he wrote the last round of information on the board. "Tutoring" Blaine had always pushed him a little behind in his seventh hour class because he'd need to hurry up and prepare for the class when students were getting settled in, but he knew he wouldn't stop it if he could. Blaine turned him on. Somewhere back there was the lingering thought of him being lied to, but he didn't want to think about that now.

"Kurt?"

Kurt turned around at the sound of his colleague's voice. "Mr. Smythe," he smiled warmly after finishing the last word he wrote, "What's up?"

Sebastian smiled at him a moment before shaking his head, "I came by about five minutes ago to ask for a dry erase marker… my kids thought it would be a good idea to steal mine," he laughed a little and Kurt lifted his head with a friendly smile. The action allowed the music instructor to see a red mark on Kurt's neck, and when he looked away his face flushed a little.

"You okay?" Kurt tried to catch his face and Sebastian only nodded, regaining his composure and looking up again.

"I'm good. Um, yeah… I came and the door was locked, but I didn't want to interrupt you two. So I stuck around."

Kurt gave him a curious look before nodding. "You could've knocked you know."

"I know…" Sebastian trailed off and Kurt went to get him a box. He opened the drawer in search for the markers as the man behind him tried to get a better look at what Sebastian assumed was a hickey. Kurt grabbed them and turned around with a smile.

"Here you go. Better hurry back before your students steal something else." He continued with his charming smile until he saw the strange look his coworker was giving him. "Everything okay?"

Sebastian took the box of dry erase markers and nodded. "Thanks. I'm fine. Um… you're still good for tomorrow?"

The late bell rang as Kurt nodded. "I'm still good."

"Great." With that, he exited the classroom. Kurt watched him go before turning to face his students.

"Okay, class. Let's begin."

….

"You sure you okay?"

Kurt nodded. He quickly switched his focus from Blaine's back pack to the teen himself. The note was probably still in there, and it had been driving him crazy for the second half of the day. To be honest, Kurt knew he wouldn't enjoy his time alone with Blaine (which was always limited because of their predicament) unless he knew what was actually going on. The Nick excuse he had received wasn't really lining up, and Blaine seemed so bothered up until the time he received the crumpled paper back. It didn't add up. All in all, he still replied the same. "I'm fine, sweetie."

Blaine smiled. "You look exhausted."

"Thank you?" the man said playfully, pulling his textbook closer to his body. "I think."

Blaine crawled to the top of the bed and placed a gentle kiss on Kurt's forehead. He loved the little moments like these… the ones that made him feel involved in a relationship like he'd always hoped to be. And Kurt was perfect for the part. He was perfect for him, Blaine believed. "I'm going to get you something to drink. Got any Smirnoff?"

"Water is fine." Kurt said with a smile, all before moaning into the kiss planted on his lips. Blaine's tongue was leaving his mouth as fast as it entered, and the teacher bit his lip flirtatiously when he pulled away. "Hurry back."

Blaine smirked, hopping off the bed. He walked towards the door and added, "Patience is a virtue, Mr. H."

As soon as Blaine exited Kurt's bedroom, the man tossed his books aside and went to Blaine's bag at the foot of the bed. Thankfully it was left open and he quickly dug around, shaking his head at the bag of weed he found and looking through scraps of paper. After a couple old French worksheets and something with the scribbling of 'KH' and a rose drawn, Kurt smiled at the picture until the note he'd been looking for tumbled out of the backpack. There was noise outside his bedroom and he stuffed everything back inside, grabbing the note and tossing it underneath his pillow.

"I said do you want ice?" Blaine poked his head back in the doorway and smiled at the deer caught in headlights look his teacher had going on. "You sure you okay, babe?"

"I'm good," Kurt smiled, "I hadn't heard you. Ice would be fine."

Blaine nodded, taking a suggestive look over Kurt's body, skimming over the pale exposed legs before finally turning to leave again.

"Be right back."

Kurt winked and watched the boy swagger away with a smile. When he knew for sure he was gone, he turned his body and reached for the note. After unraveling the paper, he found that all the words had been about scratched out. Only a few characters were legible.

A lot of good that did. Kurt took a deep breath before trying to decipher some of what he was sure was Nick's handwriting. It wasn't much either… but that looked a lot like the words grand larceny. Had Nick's father committed a crime? Was that what this was all about?

"Okay. One iced water for the hottie in the OSU t-shirt."

Kurt stuffed the note under his pillow and turned around, trying to compose himself. "Thank you."

"I put ecstasy in it."

"Blaine."

"I'm joking," the younger boy handed the glass over and kissed Kurt quickly on the cheek, watching as the teacher took a long sip, "just a little roofie."

Kurt smiled after swallowing. "Can you go do your work, please? Your concentration can be horrible at times."

Blaine shrugged, rubbing at his tattooed arm, "You really can't blame me. You're beautiful."

Kurt placed the glass down and smiled, pushing the younger man away playfully. Blaine rolled his eyes and collapsed against the mattress, eventually turning back to his work. Kurt watched him crawl back to his spot and resume with what he was doing. With that, the elder tried to push negative thoughts out of his mind and resume with what he was working on as well. He moved over and rested his legs on top of Blaine's, taking notes on what he deemed important.

Time had passed and Kurt was growing even more tired of his reading. It had to be done tonight though. The rest of his week would be filled with Sebastian and tests to grade. Kurt still wasn't thrilled about the Sebastian part, especially after how the man behaved earlier that day, but according to his boyfriend it was necessary.

"You should tell me all the answers so that we can spend some time together."

The words snapped Kurt out of his trance, and he shook his head to clear his mind. "Or," he flipped the page of his psychology textbook and popped the cap to his highlighter, "you can actually do your work like everyone else has to and I can actually do mine."

Blaine read the first question on the worksheet, tapping his pen against his chin. He tried to think back to what was discussed in class, but all he could remember was something about a war, hoping that Kurt wouldn't read the note, and images of his teacher's lips wrapped around his dick the previous night. He read the question again and glanced back at his boyfriend; glasz eyes were focused on the words he was reading as the man rested his book on his bent knees. Blaine smiled at the sight. He might not have gotten the opportunity to go to school with Kurt and date or anything, but they were still lounging around and studying together. He liked this. He hoped that one day they'd be able to go out and do everything they couldn't now.

"I shouldn't have to do what everyone else has to do, Kurt. I should be exempt."

Kurt smiled to himself but continued to read, ignoring Blaine's hand tracing up his leg at the end of the bed. "All of my students are equally special to me, and I expect the same from all of my students. No exemptions. No exceptions."

Yeah, okay. Blaine thought with a grin.

Kurt bit his lip as Blaine moved at the other end of the bed, untangling their limbs and slowly making his way towards him. He pursed his lips but that didn't stop the teen from placing his gently against them.

"I think I'm an exception," he whispered. Kurt smiled, shaking his head no. When Blaine saw this, he smiled as well and kissed his teacher a little deeper this time. Kurt closed his eyes at the contact, breathing in as the younger man tilted his head and took his teacher's lower lip between his teeth.

"Do those other losers get to do this with you? Because I think I'm a little more special."

The man smiled, considering shunning Blaine for calling his students losers. All of his students were beautiful young minds. Instead, he decided to make this easy. "Only you do, of course."

"Hmm," Blaine cupped his chin and moved in again, letting his tongue play at the corner of his teacher's lips, all until the man granted him access. They smiled into the kiss, both their tongues meeting for a moment while Kurt let him take control. Before they had gotten this far, Kurt always wondered if he was only attracted to Blaine because the sexual tension was out of control, (he had to be honest with himself) but now with his heart rate increasing, and that warm feeling flowing through him— he knew it was a little more. Honestly, he couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing given their situation. Blaine kissed Kurt a few more seconds, leaving adorable pecks all over his lips before pulling away with a smile. Kurt did the same, his blue eyes shining as they shared a loving look.

"You know you like me a little more than you like them."

"Well," Kurt licked his lips and looked away, "I guess I like you a little more. Not enough to let you off the hook though." He leant up and gave the younger man a sensual kiss, taking Blaine's lower lip between his and giving it a pleasurable amount of attention before withdrawing. "With that being said you should get back to work."

Blaine laughed lightly, biting his lip after his teacher winked at him. He grabbed his books away from where Kurt's feet were swaying and dragged them back to where he was, settling back on a pillow next to the hot history sub. Kurt gave him a grateful smile and went back to his own work, laughing at what his student said next.

"I bet the teachers weren't so mean when you were at McKinley."

He shook his head and continued to read. "I sure as hell hope they weren't as nice as me, Blaine."

Blaine smirked, lightly shrugging his shoulders. "What was McKinley like, anyway?"

"For me, personally it was rough." Kurt pushed his things away and gave Blaine a bit of his time. Obviously he wouldn't be able to study so he relaxed a little and engaged in the conversation. "I dealt with homophobic bullies on a daily basis. If it wasn't for my friends and Mr. Schue, I probably would've crumbled underneath it all."

Blaine shook his head. That was one thing that hurt the most. If he could've been around things could've been different. Kurt knew what he was thinking and nudged his side with a smile. "Calm down. I turned out pretty fine."

"You turned out amazing. I just wish—"

"I know," Kurt leant over and kissed his cheek, letting his lips linger on the light stubble. "I know. But that's over with. The past is the past and there wasn't anything you could do as a sixth grader, sweetie."

Blaine smirked, allowing himself to laugh a bit. "I know. Who is Mr. Schue?"

"Ah," Kurt stretched out, lying down next to the teen. "Mr. Schuester. He was partially responsible in why I had a semblance of enjoyment in high school." Blaine looked at the man beside him as he listened, his homework long forgotten. "He was the Spanish teacher back in my day, and our glee club director. You've probably never noticed, but there's a picture of us in the lobby, next to the trophies we won at competitions. He's there… teenage me is there, Rachel, my stepbrother…"

Blaine smiled. "Are you serious? There was a glee club?"

Kurt nodded, licking his lips as he smirked. "I'm very serious. We were national champions in my senior year."

"Sing for me, then."

"Um, no."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm obviously a distraction to you."

Blaine looked down at his work and smirked. This whole studying with his hot, older boyfriend with the talented lips thing wasn't working how he hoped for it to. "Please?"

Kurt smiled softly, shrugging his shoulders. "If you want me to sing, you have to work for it."

Blaine's eyebrows rose dramatically. He liked where this is going. "Okay." He slid down on the bed a bit until he was face to face with Kurt. They shared a quick kiss and he looked over at him expectantly. "What is it that I have to do?"

He gasped when the elder pulled him in for a rough kiss. His body landed on top of Kurt and the man proceeded to wrap his legs around the younger's waist, all the while moving his tongue expertly around Blaine's mouth. By the time he began to suck on Blaine's tongue, his hands were scratching at tattoos going up and down his arms and his hips were thrusting up into the friction his body provided. Blaine's eyes were rolling back as he lowered his body and grinded against Kurt; his hips making slow movements that matched the thrusts of his teachers.

Kurt moaned when the control had changed. Before he realized it, Blaine's tongue was fucking his mouth and the teen had his legs spread wider, grinding against his cock. He couldn't help but smile when Blaine pulled away and latched his teeth to a spot behind his ear. As the boy sucked hard, he rolled his hips harder, and the growl it elicited from the both of them was purely pornographic.

"I'm so hard," Blaine whispered as he dug his hands into the mattress. Kurt bit his lip and wrapped his legs tighter.

"Faster."

"Fuck," Blaine could do nothing but obey as he sped up the tempo, eyes shut tight when one of Kurt's hands slipped under the waist of his jeans and boxers, the other holding him tightly by the nape of his neck. When the teacher squeezed his ass, he groaned and pressed his weight down harder, panting into the man's ear as he only worked on snapping his hips. The feeling that ripped through him was so fucking good, and it must've been the same for Kurt whose legs were tightening with each one of Blaine's movements.

"You better not answer that," Kurt growled when Blaine's ringtone went off. It was evident that he had no intention of answering it anyway when the teen buried his head besides Kurt's face in the pillows. He continued to pant as he thrust his hips forward, almost whining when Kurt's other hand squeezed at his other ass cheek.

"Oh god—"

"I'm close, Blaine," Kurt stared at the ceiling with a blissful look. He knew he was going to come hard and by the way Blaine started breathing hotly into his ear again, moans leaving his lips every time he squeezed at the boy's firm ass, he knew Blaine was going to too.

"So good," Blaine whined with shut eyes. His body began to tremble as he prepared to ride it out. Just a little bit longer. He wanted it to last a little longer.

Kurt's legs were shaking, but it didn't distract him from the incredible pleasure he was feeling. He moved on hand closer to Blaine's crack as the boy's movements increased, and he smiled when he tensed up. Kurt let a finger trace over his entrance and whispered softly.

"You're so tight, Blaine," he said, massaging his hole and the curve of his ass. Blaine moaned his name, pleading almost, and Kurt continued, "I can't wait to be inside you."

"Oh, fuck Kurt…" Blaine whined now, picking up his movements again.

"Yes," Kurt licked his lips, meeting Blaine's thrust and playing at his tight hole. "Yes, Blaine."

That was pretty much all that needed to be said. Hearing his name roll off his teacher's lips like he'd so often dreamed it was all that needed to happen. Blaine's body went rigid as his orgasm hit him, and that was about the same time Kurt's shouts of pleasure hit his ear. He held his breath as it flowed through him, resting all his weight on top of the elder as Kurt's hips continued to move, pumping both of them of every last ounce. When they came down, Blaine groaned because he came in his clothes. Again. Kurt did too, but at least he was at home. He could change.

"I liked that. I mean, I just wanted a kiss but that worked too."

Blaine smirked as he licked the sweat trailing his teacher's neck. "Bullshit. You got what you wanted."

Before he got a response, his phone began to ring again. Blaine sighed, figuring he better answer it. It must've been important for the person to continually try. By the time he got up and dug around in his bag, the person had hung up.

"Four missed calls. Damn."

Kurt sighed, looking down at the stain in his shorts. "Who was it?"

Blaine unlocked his phone, and when his face changed, Kurt knew exactly who it was.

"I better take this outside."

"Blaine."

Blaine put the phone in his pocket and awkwardly moved to get off the bed. He winced at the discomfort in his boxers, trying to ignore Kurt's eyes on him. "I'll only be a minute."

"Is it him, Blaine? We talked about this…"

Blaine turned around, hurt by the sound in the teacher's voice. "I'll be right back. Just seeing what he wants."

Kurt watched the boy walk out of the room as he lay in bed. He couldn't believe Blaine was still going through with this… or with anything having to do with Zane after all the problems it caused him. Kurt shook his head, getting up to walk to his bathroom. He couldn't believe it. What was he supposed to do? Just stand idly by and let a kid that was slowly but surely becoming a huge part of his life ruin his own?

Trying to rid his head of it wasn't working. Kurt cleaned himself up a bit and got a damp cloth to take to his student. He opened the door to his bedroom and stopped short, listening to the conversation.

"I can still get it done. I have to." the boy ran his free hand through his hair as he leant against a wall in the kitchen. "I don't care about that. You said I could be done with this and I want to be done, Zane."

Kurt winced at the name. It was one he came to hate over the last couple weeks. He saw Blaine drop his head at whatever it was being said to him as he entered the room. At the noise, the teen looked up and frowned, continuing with the conversation.

"See you tomorrow then."

Once he hung up the phone, Blaine anticipated the negative response he knew he'd get. It didn't happen right away though. Instead, Kurt approached slowly with a defeated look on his face. He handed Blaine the cloth and turned away. "I can give you something to wear when you go."

Blaine looked down at the item in his hand. "We should talk."

"Yeah," the elder said, turning around. "We should talk."

Though Blaine made the recommendation, he didn't say anything. Kurt watched him with that look that tore Blaine to pieces. The disappointed look… the one that everyone else gave him. He couldn't take that look. Not from Mr. Hummel.

"So I guess you're not going to Westerville tomorrow?"

Blaine scratched at the nape of his neck as he shook his head no. The t-shirt he wore rode up a little in the process. "No."

Kurt nodded, watching him closely. "Well, if you aren't going to Westerville that means you lied to my face."

Once more, Blaine didn't respond. His gaze matched that of the blue eyes across from him. This wasn't supposed to fall apart.

"The note had nothing to do with Nick's dad, did it? It was about you."

"I didn't want you to worry about me."

Kurt scoffed and the sound turned into a strangled, defeated laugh. "You didn't want me to worry? That's your excuse for lying to me?"

The teen looked away finally, playing with the cloth in his hands. "I'm sorry for lying but—"

"There is no but, Blaine. If you want a relationship with someone, their feelings have to matter. You can't just do whatever the fuck you want."

"That's not even what's happening."

Kurt looked up at the ceiling, willing himself not to raise his voice. "What's happening, Blaine? Please let me know."

Blaine looked at the man for a moment before taking a deep breath. He'd never seen him this upset and what hurt the most was that he'd been the cause. "This is the last time, I swear. After this job I'm finished and… I'm done with everything."

He kept his eyes glued on his teacher who simply walked away. Kurt went back into the bedroom and Blaine sighed before following. Inside, his boyfriend started to pack up his things.

"You should go, Blaine. It's late."

Blaine nodded though it stung like a bitch. "Fine. Give up on me like everyone else."

"I'm not falling for that," Kurt turned to see him and his blue eyes were wet. Blaine's eyes left the books half packed in his bag and found Kurt. "There's nothing I can do when I talk and talk and you don't hear me. Or maybe you don't care enough to listen."

"You're not listening," Blaine bit back, stepping closer, "I will be fucking done. One more day and I'm done, Kurt!"

"Forgive me if I don't believe you, Blaine. But you have been lying to me." With that, Kurt turned and finished packing the last of his student's books.

The teen didn't stick around for long, walking into the bathroom to get cleaned up. The last thing he wanted to do was argue. Right now, he needed to get home and focus on tomorrow. After he did what he needed to for Zane, he'd be able to make things right with Kurt. Blaine needed Kurt and he knew it.

Kurt sat down on the bed, fighting back the tears. How could it be that the one person he thought the world of was someone he wasn't supposed to be with in the first place? Blaine didn't care enough about himself to care anything about anyone else, and that's what hurt more than anything.

The boy came out of the bathroom a couple minutes later. He stopped in front of the bed and shoved his feet into his sneakers. Kurt sniffed and wiped at his face, turning back to his own books. Of course he wouldn't be able to focus on anything but he could at least try.

"Are we still together then?"

Kurt opened his book to the appropriate page and shook his head. Blaine watched him closely.

"I don't know, Blaine."

Blaine nodded, grabbing his book bag off the bed. "Can you walk me to the door, please?"

Without a word, Kurt stood and led the way out his bedroom and into the open. He got to the front door of his apartment quickly and held it open for Blaine.

"Goodnight."

The boy nodded, pain scratching at his chest. He stepped into the hall and glanced back. "Later."

After a few steps, Blaine turned back at the sound of the door quickly shutting behind him. The lock was latched a second later and he stood there trying to gather his thoughts, all before realizing his motorcycle's helmet was still inside. Nothing ever went right for him. Sighing heavily, he walked towards the elevator and prepared to go home.

….

The time was now 12:57AM and Kurt had spent the last couple hours staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. It was his own fault to let himself get so involved. He cared way too much about Blaine, more than he knew he was supposed to. Their relationship had evolved and with that came a slew of problems he shouldn't ever have concerning an 18 year old.

And even though he knew this to be the truth, all Kurt could think about was fixing this. He considered telling Cooper but that would make things even worse for Blaine. He already couldn't see his niece and he was heartbroken over that. His parents probably would not care if they were bold enough to leave their son in a house alone for however long a time they went away. There wasn't anyone else. Only him. And that was what bothered him the most. If he decided to go back to New York where would that leave Blaine?

The only thing left to do now was take things into his own hands.

….

It was 1:30 in the morning and Kurt found himself in his car, driving through East Lima in search for this Zane character. It probably wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done, but it had to be done. This needed to happen.

As he drove past the convenient store he first saw the man at weeks ago, he located him again, standing there with another guy that didn't look to be familiar. They both eyed his car as he slowed down, pulling to a stop in front of a honey colored Lexus. Kurt looked through his rearview to see them both still staring, both slightly taller than him while one looked to be a bit older. Zane was a few years younger though, and he stepped forward a bit, mumbling something to the guy he was with.

Kurt removed the keys and placed them in his pocket, moving to get out of his vehicle. It was a cool night and he pulled his sweater a little closer, walking towards the store where the men stood. Zane eyed him, his hood far over his head.

Kurt gave him a head nod, and Zane observed him to see if he recognized him.

"You look familiar. Cop?"

Kurt shook his head no. Seriously, would a cop even admit to being a cop though?

The guy with him stepped forward too, giving the teacher a once over. "Can we help you, son?"

"I need to talk to Zane." Kurt switched focus back to the younger guy whose light brown hair was peeking from beneath the hood. "About Blaine."

Zane smiled, realization hitting him. "Oh yeah. You're the teacher I saw him with. "

Kurt nodded, looking around the quiet neighborhood. "We need to talk."

"Now?" Zane looked at his watch and quirked an eyebrow. "Don't you have school in the morning, teach?"

"This can't wait. I know about tomorrow night."

Both men tensed, the older sidekick did immensely. Kurt sighed, not knowing what he was getting himself into, but quickly spoke again. "I'm not looking for trouble for anyone, it's just that he's my student and I cannot have him involved in any of this."

The sidekick started to whisper something into Zane's ear but the younger man hushed him, motioning towards the end of the block. "You want to go for a walk, teach?"

Kurt gulped, looking back. The area was well lit, at least, but he didn't know how good of an idea that was.

"There's a diner on the corner. My treat."

The blue eyed man turned back and gave Zane the confirmation he'd hoped for. "Ok."

….

Kurt stared at the menu and realized he wasn't all the hungry. A coffee would do. He placed it down to see Zane across from him in their booth. The diner only had three other people inside, two together at a window seat, one man who probably worked the night shift somewhere eating a donut and wearing a security guard uniform.

Zane scratched at his baby face as he looked for something to order. Kurt took a moment to observe, his blue eyes were a shade not far off from his own, and his features were soft. He didn't look like a 'bad guy' at all. There was a scar on his chin that threatened to give him the tough mentality he had but it still didn't do it.

"What're you getting, teach?"

Kurt shook his head, glancing around for the waitress. "It's Kurt. And I'm just getting a coffee."

Zane nodded. "I don't know why I bother to look at this thing. I always get the same thing." Kurt nodded, catching eyes when the 20 something year old looked up. "I'll just go order at the counter. The waitress is a lazy fuck." He stood up and announced he'd be back, walking off.

Kurt's phone went off and he reached for it, pressing accept when he saw it was Blaine. He held the phone to his ear and gave a tired greeting.

"Hello."

"Hey. I was-s worried I'd wake you up."

Zane was on his way back from the counter and slid in across from Kurt. The teacher waited for his student to say something more, but that never came.

"I'm up. Is everything okay?"

"I um, I left my helmet. At your place."

Kurt watched as the man across from him gave him an expectant look. "I know. I'll get it to you tomorrow."

Blaine hummed into the phone. "Well I should probably say I'm sorry too, about what happened."

Kurt looked down at his hands and nodded. "We'll talk about this later. Go to sleep."

"I don't want you to be mad and I want us to work—"

"I know," Zane cleared his throat and Kurt gave him a look. "We'll talk, I promise."

Blaine said okay. "See you later."

"Goodnight."

He hung up and placed the phone on the table, looking up at yellow of the ceiling for a while. They both remained silent until a cup of coffee was placed in front of Kurt, and a Corona was in front of Zane. Kurt shot the waitress a thank you and she nodded, walking off.

"Are you old enough to have one of those?"

Zane smiled as he took a sip of the beer. "You sure you not a cop?"

Kurt nodded. He began to pour cream into his coffee, followed by a couple sugars. Zane placed the glass on the table and lounged back, pulling his hood off his head. "I'm 22 in a couple months."

Kurt hummed acknowledgement. "I don't want to waste your time, Zane."

The man gave Kurt a look. "So what's this about?"

"How much does he owe?"

Zane bit his lip into a smile, looking around the restaurant. "You know too much, huh?"

"I'll write a check right now."

They both looked at one another for a minute, and Kurt assumed it was Zane trying to see how serious he was about this conversation. The waitress dropped a sandwich in front of the younger man, along with another beer. They broke eye contact as Zane looked at the girl walking away, scratching his brown hair and sighing.

"I'm not sure if you're for real."

"I've never been more serious."

Zane took another swig of beer, shaking his head at the thought. "I'm surprised any one cares. Especially a teacher."

"How much?"

"Don't worry about it."

Kurt's eyes went up from where they were in his check book. "Excuse me?"

"I guarantee you it wasn't anything you could just scribble a check for on your salary, teach." Zane pulled his plate closer and shrugged. "And there's surveillance setup around the dude's house and guards at the gate. There's a lot more than that necklace in there, but Blaine's tiny ass won't get in unnoticed."

He took another sip and looked at Kurt who was wondering what necklace he was talking about. There was no chance to ask as Zane continued. "I like the kid, though. He asked for the money for a good cause and he's paid me back already. He's just working on the illegal amount of interest I charged," Zane smirked, looking down at his plate. "But him and his dumbass friends— they're all good kids."

Kurt looked at him skeptically. "I'm sure you'd understand if I don't believe you at first."

"I guess." Zane shrugged. "But take it while I'm feeling generous. If you care enough to leave your house at this time of night to talk to me about it, you must see something I do too."

"You'll leave him alone?"

Zane smiled. "You're making me think twice about this."

"He's better than this."

"I know."

Kurt shook his head, taking a sip of the hot coffee. "I expected more of a fight so I'm a little on edge I guess. But… thanks. Seriously, just leave him alone."

Kurt smiled when Zane laughed, nodding his head. "I'll leave him be. Scouts honor."

….

When Kurt left his home the next morning, he was greeted by an exhausted looking Blaine seated on the curb. His motorcycle was parked next to him and he turned around at the sound of his teacher's footsteps meeting the pavement.

Kurt took a few more steps and held out the helmet for the boy to take. Blaine stood up and accepted it, brushing his jeans off in the process. "Hey."

They looked at one another before Kurt looked around his neighborhood. "You probably shouldn't be here—"

"I wanted to apologize for the whole thing last night. I was really…" Blaine looked down at his helmet as Kurt spoke up to help him out.

"Immature."

The word stung, but it was also true. All that the younger man could do was nod. "Yeah."

"So what does sorry mean?" Kurt pulled his car keys out as he walked over to his vehicle parked across the street. Blaine followed behind him confused by the question.

"What do you mean 'what does it mean?'"

The beeps sounded from the car as Kurt unlocked the doors. "I mean what does it mean? Are you saying sorry to get me off your back, or are you saying it because you really intend to leave all the negativity alone?"

Blaine sighed and took a step back, focusing on a spot across the street. He felt the older man watching him as he spoke. "I… I am sorry, Kurt."

"You think this is a joke but isn't to me."

"You can't say what I think—"

"Can you honestly look me in the face and say you have no intention of going to see Zane?"

Blaine looked back at his teacher, heart breaking at the look of despair in the blue eyes. He thought he'd been losing out when nobody gave a rat's ass about him, but now that someone did, it only hurt more. Now he was hurting the one person who cared, and Blaine felt like a nobody for it. "I did before, but now I don't."

Kurt stared at him.

"I'm serious. I'll be legit about it."

"How so?"

"Get a real job. I don't know." Blaine shrugged and turned away once more. "I don't know. I just know you mean a lot to me."

Kurt tried to see how genuine he was but Blaine wouldn't even look at him. "I'm running late. I'll see you later."

Blaine nodded as he turned around, slowly licking his lips. "Are we alright? Can I kiss you?"

The man turned and opened his car door. "We're alright. I'll kiss you later."

"When is later?"

"Later." Kurt smiled and put his shades on, waving goodbye. "Please don't be late to school."

Blaine nodded an okay. "I won't."

….

Blaine let out a long, over exaggerated yawn from where he sat at the piano. Mr. Smythe had to be the most annoying teacher he ever had. Just the stupid smile alone was enough to make the 18 year old want to chuck up his breakfast.

Sebastian gave his student a look after the loud yawn and Blaine showed absolutely no remorse. Nothing new there. He instead focused his attention back to the group on percussions that he'd be speaking to previously.

"Okay. James, make sure you keep the rhythm consistent. You fall off towards the end. After the horns come in, I need you guys to change to a slight hesitation on the cymbals." The music teacher stood at his usual post at the front of the class and looked at his students. "Begin."

Blaine waited for his cue to begin playing along with the guy on bass. He looked at his sheet music as an excuse not to look anywhere else. Mr. Smythe had been eyeing him on and off all morning, and the last thing he needed was to get sent to the principal's office for cursing out his music instructor. He had enough problems right now.

After the third rehearsal of the song, Mr. Smythe had commended his class on a job well done. "Excellent guys. One more song to learn before we're ready for the recital."

A few kids cheered and Blaine rolled his eyes at all of them. As he decided to ignore those around him, Blaine started to play a melody he wrote a while back. There was time to kill before third period began and he wanted to play until that happened.

Sebastian turned back at the music and smiled at his student. He approached soon after, frowning when Blaine stopped playing.

"Why'd you stop? That was really good."

"Please go away."

Mr. Smythe smiled, shaking his head before trailing off. "Fine. Oh!" he turned back quickly, grinning even wider. Blaine rolled his eyes and looked at the man expectantly. "Thanks for convincing Mr. Hummel that he'd have fun with me. I think he'll have the best night of his life." The man winked and turned around smoothly, both hands in his pockets. "Okay, class! Make sure all of my instruments are exactly how you found them. I want drum sticks in their appropriate places and not a single guitar string popped!"

Blaine took a couple deep breaths, pushing the words away. He decided to dip out a bit early. He grabbed his bag and headed towards the door, slamming it closed behind him. Sebastian turned to watch him go with a smirk on his face.

….

Watching Nick and Jeff make out had gotten old after the first week. Now it was three years into their relationship and Blaine wondered why the hell he kept the two as friends. Wincing, he looked off in another direction and watched a few juniors chasing sophomores over to the dumpsters. Eventually, one of them, Blaine didn't care who, had come up for air. He turned around and smiled in a friendly manner, letting them know that yes, he was still standing there, and yes, they were rude and disgusting.

"It's not too late to come with us to Dalton since you're not being a dumbass anymore," Nick told him, smirking at Jeff whose hand was in his back pocket. "What are you doing?"

Jeff smiled, sneaking a hand underneath his boyfriend's baseball jersey. Nick had made the team and he looked incredibly hot. "I'm trying to find the keys, babe."

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"You know I don't keep them under my shirt or in my back pocket."

"Oops."

Another three minute make out session and Blaine decided to just walk off. Before he got too far, Nick came chasing after him. "Hey… so are you coming or not?"

"Not," Blaine told him, turning back around exasperatedly, "Cooper said he'll let me see Lily so I'll catch Wes some other time."

Nick smiled at his best friend. "Dude, that's awesome. Kiss the brat for me."

Blaine nodded. It was a lie, but hell, it worked. "I will. Later."

"Later, bro."

He stood and watched them drive off before walking in the direction of his bike.

What time should I be there? –Blaine

He smirked at the teacher who he parked next to when the man unlocked his door. Kurt saw him and winked before tossing his bag into the back seat.

Be where? –Zane

Blaine looked down at the message and raised an eyebrow in confusion. He'd be committing one of the hugest crimes Lima had ever seen and the guy he worked for seemingly forgot?

"Going home?"

Blaine hid his phone, not knowing Kurt had walked up to him. "Um, yeah… yeah. Homework and shit."

Kurt nodded. "I'll call you after my hot date tonight. Don't wait up."

Blaine smirked, biting his lip as the man walked off. "Real funny."

Kurt laughed and climbed into his car. "Bye."

Blaine waved, standing idle as the man pulled out the parking lot. He looked back down at his phone, walking over to his motorcycle and climbing on. He pressed dial over Zane's contact and waited, but got no answer.

"What the fuck are you up to?" he whispered, staring down at the screen. It was bad enough he had to do this. Playing games wasn't a part of the plan.

….

"Lovely little place you have here."

Kurt ran around in his bedroom as he tried to hurry and get ready. His hair didn't want to stand like it usually did, and he had no intention of going out into public with the style he was wearing now. It worked for him sophomore year of high school but it wasn't going to work anymore. Sebastian had showed up way too early anyway. That was weird.

"Thank you," he replied, popping off the top to his hair spray. "I used to live with my roommate from OSU but he got a job in Chicago. I helped him move right before I started at McKinley."

Sebastian hummed from where he stood in the living room, walking around and looking at different photos. "Don't you get lonely by yourself?"

Kurt worked on styling his locks as he answered. He hadn't really been alone in a while, not since Blaine came along at least. "I thought it would be, but it isn't so bad. I like it. I can study."

Sebastian continued to look around. Some might call it snooping, but he wanted to date this guy. He should snoop. It was a wonder he hadn't been into the bathroom cabinet yet.

"I'm sorry to hold you up," Kurt called from his room. He was almost ready, just had to find his wrist watch and grab his cell phone. Where was that watch, anyway?

"Don't worry about it." was what Sebastian called back from the living room.

Kurt huffed as he checked under his pillow. "Can you do me a favor? My sweater… it's blue with cyan stripes… can you get it out the closet near the television?"

Sebastian turned back to look for the door. "Sure thing." He walked across the room and opened the door, going through a few of the jackets until he found what he was looking for. Sebastian pulled it off the hanger, but stopped immediately at what he saw hanging up next to it. There was a sleeveless hoodie that he'd definitely seen Blaine wear to school on multiple occasions, something the man was positive Kurt wouldn't wear, hanging right in his closet. Sebastian licked his lips and touched the material to see if it was real. This, the locked door, the jealousy from Blaine, and the hickey on his colleague's neck was all the proof the man needed.

Kurt and Blaine were involved with one another.

"So Frances has a little girl?" he asked aloud, closing the closet door and turning around.

"Yeah," he could hear the smile in Kurt's voice. "She did! She should be back soon."

Sebastian nodded, holding the sweater in his hand. He couldn't believe this. It'd be hard to focus on the date now with this information, but he'd do it. He'd get it done.

"Did you find it?" Kurt located his watch and fist pumped, moving to put it on.

"Got it," the man replied.

Kurt took a deep breath, grabbed his phone off the charger, and then went to join his coworker in the living room. When Sebastian saw him he smiled, and Kurt tried not to shake his head. This would be a long night.

"You look amazing, Kurt."

"Thank you. Let's get going."

….

"What do you mean I'm free to go?"

Zane pulled out a few hundred dollar bills before rolling the dice. The guys that he was with laughed and taunted him, holding their hands out expectantly. "Pay up."

"Shit, Blaine." Zane frowned, "You're bad luck. Get the fuck out of here."

Blaine looked at the guys before looking back to the taller man. "We had plans."

"They're cancelled." Zane said, counting the money in his hand. "You're free to go."

Blaine stood there dumbfounded, watching as some chick pulled out a few bucks and picked up the dice. "What are you talking about?"

Zane smiled and looked at the younger man. It was more of an annoyed 'I'm tolerating you right now' smile than a happy one. "I'm telling you that you're debt free. You don't have to do anything for me anymore. You should be running for the hills, not standing here hanging out with me." Blaine still didn't move and Zane scratched at his brown hair tiredly. "Listen, B, I'm the guy those after school specials warn you about. You know this, and I'm quite sure you have somewhere better to be."

"Just like that?" was all Blaine had said in response. He couldn't fathom that after months of dropping everything at the drop of a dime to make sure this man was paid on time that he was just letting him walk.

Zane smirked and nodded, turning to pick up the dice. "You can thank the teacher."

Blaine had been looking down the block but turned quickly to see if he heard the hustler correctly. Zane only continued, not seeing how much his words had phased him, "If I had one of him growing up I'd have a diploma right now." He rolled the dice and his buddies laughed at his words. "Anyway, get outta here kid. I think the guy in that black Impala is an undercover cop."

Blaine glanced down the block and saw a man in plaid looking in their direction, hidden terribly behind his windshield. Blaine looked back at the group before back tracking, walking towards his motorcycle. Zane called out to him after a few steps and he turned around.

"Stay out of trouble," he said with a wink.

Blaine pulled his hood low over his head and stalked off. All of that bullshit talk about honesty and Kurt was obviously going around behind his back. And with the one guy he warned him to stay away from. Blaine really couldn't believe it. He hopped onto his motorcycle and took off.


A/N: I know the chapter ended weird but it was long already and I refuse to push it further. Whose ready for angst? Who can guess what Sebastian will do with the news he discovered?

So I'm going to nap and then finish YGM and stuffs. Chapter 2 of Ride should be up this weekend. Later, loves.


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