"Hey there, Stranger," Blaine called out to Kurt as he spotted him staring outside a window outside of Ms. Fabray's office and began approaching him. "What's happening?"
"Nothing. Just waiting for Ms. Fabray." Kurt said, sounding dull with a touch of hurt in his tone.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Blaine asked with a tone of obvious concern as he stilled his movements, just inches away from where Kurt was standing.
Kurt completely avoided Blaine's eye contact as he could feel his tears prickling and the burn of Blaine staring. "Nothing." Kurt lied.
"Hey," Blaine said softly and cupping Kurt's chin. "You can tell me." He informed.
Kurt took a step back to break himself from Blaine's touch. "I really can't." Kurt said.
"Kurt, you can. What's wrong?" Blaine repeated.
"Nothing." Kurt repeated, sounding much more stern than before.
"Kurt." Blaine simply said, much more serious than before. Blaine felt hurt since discovering that Kurt had not yet found it in him to put his trust in Blaine. It made Blaine sick as this thought began clouding his train of thought.
Kurt knew that he could open up to Blaine but he didn't think he was prepared for it yet. He didn't want Blaine running off thinking he was a lunatic. At least not yet. He wasn't ready to let Blaine go yet. He was ready to open himself up for Blaine's response and judgment.
It took a moment for Kurt to breathe to then realise that Blaine was clearly concerned for him. Maybe all his worries no longer had to take place. For the first time that day, Kurt let his eyes connect to Blaine's.
"I..it's just." Kurt began.
"I'm listening, Kurt." Blaine reassured.
"Well, Blaine-Dr. Anderson." Kurt quickly corrected himself as he eyed around the room, paranoid that someone may have heard.
'Ahem' Ms. Fabray had interrupted. "Kurt, I'll see you in my office now." She said quite seriously, signaling for Kurt to enter before she does. "Will you give us a moment, Kurt?" She asked as he scurried through the doorway of Ms. Fabray's office.
"Sure." Kurt said and pulled the best convincing smile to their direction before entering the room.
"Getting a bit close, are we?" Ms. Fabray asked with a look-which Blaine gathered-showed that she was unimpressed.
"What? Don't be crazy, Quinn. He had a lot on his mind and he asked me to walk him to you so I did. Once I did he asked me to stay. That was all." Blaine lied.
"I see. Silly me for thinking anything was going on besides the fact that you weren't food serving this morning." Quinn pointed out. Checkmate, Anderson.
Quinn could always tell that Blaine and Kurt were incredibly close, that something more was happening, more so this past week. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew something was up.
"I k-know," Blaine stuttered. "But I...happened to run into him on the way to deliver some papers." Blaine half-lied.
"And why would he ask only you? There were plenty of other carers around." Quinn said, trying to push further.
"He feels more comfortable around me, Quinn." He pointed out.
"I can see that," Quinn said. "Take my advice. Don't get too close otherwise you'll be escorted your ass out and into your own personalized cell. Just remember that. I'm on to you." She threatened before disappearing into her office and shutting the door.
Blaine gulped as shiver went down his spine from the nerves of fear beggining to stiffen. 'Shit' was all that chanted in his mind.
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Blaine had decided to meet Kurt in secret once again that night once the rest of the carer's had left, bequeathing their responsibilities in the hands of Blaine-unaware of what he was going to get up to that night.
Kurt had found Blaine's body pressure pressed hard against his chest once again, his wet mouth on his neck, the painful prick of teeth when Blaine bit into Kurt's neck a little too rough, Blaine's erection being pressed against his, the thrusting of hips like two dogs on heat, the groping, digging of nails in flesh, the domination of being held down by Blaine's strength. It was all too good. It was a glorious blood rush that Kurt-and frankly Blaine a lot more than he credits-couldn't get enough of. The sharp pain just added to the sweet, craving touches that stirred well together in two different ways like sugar and spice.
Kurt's head tilted back in pure pleasure as Blaine's slick fingers worked at Kurt's hole, making him pant helplessly beneath him. Kurt bit his lip to hold his moan as he brought one arm up to his mouth and the other swinging over to cover his face.
"Hey," Blaine said in attempt to remove Kurt's arm covering his face. "Don't do that. I want to see your face. I want to see your face when you cum." Blaine would've also told Kurt that he would've wanted to hear him scream if they hadn't had to be quite to prevent from being caught. Kurt had listened to Blaine's desire and removed his arms. "That's my boy." Blaine loudly whispered as he began finger-fucking Kurt.
As Kurt's breathing began growing in a staccato-like form after every short pause, Blaine began thrusting his fingers deeper-rubbing over his prostate with his bare finger tips-and faster.
Blaine reached over to pin Kurt's wrists over his head as he watched Kurt fall apart, watching how much of a mess he became when he was near his climax. Blaine rubbed over the soft skin of Kurt's wrists till he stilled his movements because...
"Oh my god..." Kurt breathed out.
"Come on, Kurt. Cum for me." Blaine said.
"Shut up!" Kurt instantly snapped.
"Cum, Kurt." Blaine said.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" Kurt snapped once again.
Blaine had no idea why Kurt had snapped at him. "Wha-"
"I won't be able to cum if you keep telling me to!" Kurt loudly whispered.
It only took a few more deep thrusts of Blaine's fingers before Kurt was cumming, pantting breathlessly with a hint of relief, glad that all the sweat and temperature rise of his body had paid off.
Kurt stayed curled up to Blaine, Blaine holding him close to his chest as he had his arms wrapped tightly around Kurt. It felt claustrophobic but Kurt was beyond the point of caring because he was wrapped in Blaine's arms and he wouldn't want to have it any other way in that moment.
"Kurt?" Blaine siad, breaking the silence.
"Mmm?" Kurt responded sleepily as he was half-asleep and already ready to drift off to sleep.
"I...noticed." Blaine simply said.
"Noticed what, Blaine? You're not making much sense." Kurt informed.
"Well..." Blaine paused, afraid to bring the subject up.
"Go on." Kurt said, slightly irritated by the hesitant pause between Blaine's words. "Blai-"
"Your cuts, Kurt." Blaine finally spat out. Kurt's eyes went wide-eyed from Blaine's word.
"Oh." Was all Kurt could say as he shifted himself into a seating position and looked away from Blaine.
" 'Oh' Is all you have to say?" Blaine asked.
"Blaine, I really don't want to talk about this." Kurt said.
"Talk about what? The fact that you've been hurting yourself and I have been too blind to realize?" Blaine said, blaming himself more than he was blaming Kurt. "Is it my fault?" Blaine said in almost a whisper, believing his own words.
Kurt went wide-eyed and shot his gaze at Blaine's in response in an instant. "What? No! Never," Kurt quickly snapped. Blaine looked unconvinced. Kurt cupped Blaine's cheek "In fact, you're the only reason why I stopped." Kurt said as he leaned in to kiss Blaine, hoping that that would help his conviction . Blaine hummed in the kiss in response.
"I was?" Blaine asked.
"Mhm." Kurt responded. "And these cuts are from a few weeks ago. From before you gave in to my wicked ways." Kurt said and let out a giggle.
"Hey, don't say that about yourself," Blaine said with hurt eyes. "You need to stop putting yourself down."
"Blaine." Kurt simply said with a look that clearly spoke 'are you being serious right now?'
"I'm serious, Kurt," Blaine said and placed a peck to Kurt's lips in hope to calm his nerves. "Why did you do them anyways?"
"I don't know. It's as if it was an itch I had to scratch out. An urge." Kurt informed. " My mind's a mess, Blaine. You need to understand that."
XXXX
The night had slowly gone dimmer through time and after Kurt had fallen asleep on Blaine, Blaine had carefully shifted out of Kurt's hold and repositioned his body so it could rest peacefully, took one last look at the beautful boy as he grabbed his jacket and disapeared in the dark hallway as he whispered "Goodnight, beautiful."
Blaine slowly closed the door and began walking off till...
"Anderson."Quinn firmly said, startling Blaine.
Blaine jumped in response and a spark of pure annoyance had hit him. "Jesus, Quinn. You scared the shit out of me!"
"Good. Mind explaining what you were doing." Quinn said.
"Checking up on patients. Just doing my job." Blaine said.
"I can see that. Mind explaining why you just exited out of 164? I believe that's Kurt's room. Am I correct?"
"Yea-yes, Quinn. It's Kurt's room. I was running behind on some work and Kurt had entered my office and said he wasn't feeling well so-"
"So you entered his room and stayed there for long hours of the night?" Quinn interupted. "What were you two getting up to?"
"Nothing, Quinn! What are you even doing here?"
"Oh, just checking on my patience." Quinn said mockingly and smirking.
"Go home, Quinn." Blaine said and turned to walk off.
"But-" Quinn yelled out, not finished bringing Blaine down.
"Goodnight!"
