Yes, I do realize how parallels can be drawn between this chapter and 100 other stories, written after ''The First Time'', what with the car and Blaine trying to pursue Kurt. Oh, well.

Perfectly Wrong

by LivAndLetDie

Chapter 10

To say that this day did not go the way Blaine planned would be an understatement. For starters, his lube bottle was still unopened in his car. Kurt was a virgin, and Blaine had no idea how he even managed to stay that way for so long. Isn't sex one of the most primitive instincts just like eating, sleeping and breathing? Raging teenage hormones were, after all, the Nature's way of telling people to stop mucking around and to finally get some.

It's not like Kurt was undesirable, in fact he was the opposite of that. He was nice (at least to people who weren't Blaine) and he was smart. Kurt had an interesting sense of humor that always made Blaine laugh, even when his sarcastic comments were about Blaine himself.

''And hot! Most importantly, he's hot,'' Blaine thought to himself. There was nothing wrong with Kurt other than his status of paragon of virtue.

Blaine dropped Kurt off at his house and after a really awkward goodbye, he went back to his empty home. On their way to Kurt's house they both didn't speak. Blaine had his eyes trained on the road and Kurt had turned his head so far away from him that Blaine was sure that his neck will hurt tomorrow. Blaine turned the radio on a bit louder than usual to stop the silence that still somehow felt louder than music. After five minutes Blaine came to conclusion that higher powers were mocking them. Madonna's ''Like a Virgin'' had come on. The irony of that wasn't lost on him. Blaine wanted to change the stations but he couldn't do that out of fear of drawing even more attention to their uncomfortable situation, so they both suffered through three and a half minutes of Madge's singing about how ''good it feels inside''.

''If only,'' Blaine wished.

At home he found some leftover cake in the refrigerator and ate it. Then he ate 2/3 of the box of chocolate cookies they had in one of the cupboards. And after almost all the cookies were gone he found his mom's chocolate bar and started to snack on that.

Blaine finally realized why in movies girls always ate chocolate and ice-cream after they were dumped by their asshole boyfriends. Strangely enough chocolate made him forget about how he was always taking one step forward and two steps back with Kurt.

It probably had something to do with the fact that chocolate can be an alternative for sex, Blaine decided. That certainly explained why he craved it so much and couldn't stop after few pieces.

''Mind sharing?'' a voice asked from behind Blaine. He sharply turned around almost falling off his chair. Blaine grandfather, grandpa Blaine Sr. was standing right behind him.

''Jesus! What is it with people scaring me? Heart attacks are not funny.''

''You're preaching to the choir, junior. I'm ninety-one. Last time I complained to a doctor about some chest pains, he told me to go home and find my passport so that I could see how old I am. No one takes your pains seriously when you're already past the age of life expectancy,'' Blaine Sr. complained, sitting down on the chair next to Blaine and taking a piece of chocolate. ''So, what's up with you?''

''What do you mean,'' Blaine asked, his mouth full of chocolate.

''The house is empty, the lights are off and you're sitting in the kitchen stuffing your face full of chocolate. It's very dramatic,'' grandpa noted. ''Even for you, that is.''

''Dating problems,'' Blaine answered. It was the truth. Kinda.

''Aaa, I do remember those. My sympathies.''

''Yeah,'' Blaine sighed. Blaine didn't offer more information and grandpa didn't ask. They sat in the silence for at least a minute before Blaine finally snapped and started to pour his heart out. ''It's Kurt. I went to his house today to apologize. We talked and I asked him out. After that we went got coffees and just hanged out. Then the storm happened, and we were in my car and we…uhmm…we…''

''Spit it out already.''

''It was nothing. No, wait. It wasn't 'nothing', but it was nothing serious. We kissed and…Kurt's not like me,'' Blaine tried to explain without really telling his grandfather that he has been sleeping around with guys for years now.

''Kurt's not gay? Seriously? Well, who would have thought?'' His grandpa misunderstood.

''No, Kurt is gay. Very gay. He's just not…we don't have the same experiences…sexually,'' Blaine finally muttered. In retrospect, starting this conversation with his grandfather wasn't such a good idea no matter how cool his grandpa was. After all, everyone knows that there is an unwritten rule to never use word 'sex' in a conversation with any of your grandparents.

Blaine Sr. looked at his grandson very seriously. He turned in his chair to face Blaine so he could see the boy's eyes. ''Now listen closely, junior,'' The older man began in a serious tone. ''If this Kurt kid is pushing you into anything you don't want to do, you really should not try to get back with him. He's not worth it.''

''Kurt is not pushing me into anything,'' Blaine tried to explain.

''Are you sure? Because, if he is, you tell me and I'll personally go to his house and beat some sense in him. My bones may be brittle, but I have a cane and I know how to use it. Plus, only five of my teeth are my own so I have nothing to lose,'' Blaine Sr. promised.

Frankly, Blaine found it hilarious that someone might have thought that Kurt was pushing him to have sex. That only happened in his dreams. ''You won't have to do that. Kurt isn't like that.''

''He better not be. You are still so young, Blaine. You're just a kid. Trust me when I tell you that right now your life is as good as it gets. Someone cooks for you, does your laundry and helps you with everything you can't do on your own. That only happens when you're a kid or when you're old. Between those two stages of life there's years filled with responsibilities, taxes and worsening health,'' Grandpa told him. ''Right now you should just enjoy being a teenager. Join school clubs, go out and play baseball with your friends.''

''My plastic surgeon doesn't want me doing any activity where balls fly at my nose,'' Blaine joked.

''What?'' Blaine Sr. asked confused at the sentence that his grandson had just blurted out from nowhere.

''You know, ''Clueless''? It's a movie from 90s. Okay, forget about it,'' Blaine gave up once he realized that it wasn't likely that his grandfather had seen it. ''And thank you for your advice, but it's really not like that. Kurt is not pressuring me into anything. He's actually still…uhm…waiting or something, I guess.''

''Oh, well that's good to hear,'' His grandfather said, somewhat relieved. ''Than what was that about you two not having the same experience in that matter? …Wait…''

Blaine flinched when he realized that his grandfather now knew more about his sex life than any grandparent should have a right to know.

''Blaine Junior! What did I just tell you?''

''Well, telling me now was kinda useless, wasn't it? Where were you a couple years ago?'' Blaine said before he thought about it.

''A couple years ago?'' Blaine Sr. asked shocked.

''It's no big deal,'' Blaine tried to backtrack. ''You were a teenager once, you know how it is. Hormones, stupidity…energy drinks that make us act crazy.''

''Back in my days people didn't have sex!''

''Right, because the stork brought you your kids? You got married for the first time when you were nineteen, not much older than I am now,'' Blaine said making excuses.

''Yes, I got married. Married is the key word,'' Blaine Sr. calmly responded.

''Really? Is that why you've been married so many times? Because marriage is so sacred?'' Blaine asked, not really thinking about his words.

''Watch your mouth, junior! Yes, maybe my marriages haven't been long, but every time I got married I did it for love. I may not always show it but even now when they cheat at bingo and put their knitting needles in my chair so I'll sit on them, I still care for all of them. ''

''What's the point, to get your heart broken? You date, you fall in love, you get married and then you divorce. Great! Do you honestly want to tell me that all six of your wives were the 'love of your life'?'' Blaine sneered, every word dripping in sarcasm.

''No. No, I'm not saying that,'' Blaine Sr. said with a sigh. ''Maybe none of my romances lasted as long as I would have wanted them to. Life happens and people drift apart. Not every love story has a happily ever after ending. You want to know the point of it all? The point is taking a leap of faith.''

''A leap of faith?'' Blaine asked, not understanding what his grandfather meant by that.

''When you date someone, you don't know whether or not you'll end up staying together for the rest of your lives. No one can tell you that, but you can't run away from romance just because it might end up badly. You can't give up the hope that sooner or later you'll end up finding someone really special,'' Blaine Sr. explained to him. ''I mean, look at me. I'm ninety-one, but I still could end up finding some eighty year old foxy lady at the senior citizens ball.''

''Yeah,'' Blaine sighed. ''But…a relationship? Is it really worth it?''

''Well, you won't know for sure if you don't at least try,'' Grandpa said. ''I may not have showed it when you brought Kurt here for your birthday, but I was really happy for you. I thought that you two were serious about each other, but I guess not if you still don't get what being with someone is all about. Also, you should know better than to try to move faster in your relationship than the other person was comfortable with. Shame on you, Junior!''

As they sat in the silence, Blaine contemplated their conversation. After less than thirty seconds he suddenly stood up, his chair making a horrible screeching sound as it was pushed back. He quickly started to walk away.

''Hey, where are you…?'' Blaine Sr. called.

''I'm trying out that leaping thing,'' Blaine called back, not even letting his grandfather to finish his question. ''Don't wait for me.''

Blaine Sr. watched as his grandson ran towards front doors, stopping only to get his car keys and a warm jacket. ''Hey, who's going to clean up all this mess?'' he shouted after him, gesturing at the kitchen counter, that was covered in dirty plates, cookie crumbs and wrappers, but Blaine was already outside.

''Young love. So stupid,'' Blaine Sr. said to himself, picked up a piece of chocolate and ate it.

''Kurt! Kurt!'' Blaine quietly called, throwing small rocks at what he hoped was Kurt's window. He could only hope that Kurt had put the white orchid Blaine gave him in his room instead of giving it to his stepmother. He had his sneakers on so he was prepared to run if Mr. Hummel came after him with a machete.

A sudden movement caught his attention. Blaine jumped slightly and turned to face the shadow, but fortunately it was just someone's cat and not Kurt's intimidating father. Blaine followed the cat with his eyes as it approached another cat. The way both cats were purring and circling around each other made itlook like at least someone was going to get some tonight. ''No worries. My time will probably eventually come too,'' Blaine thought to himself. He pulled back his arm and threw another rock in the direction of Kurt's window without even looking at it first.

''OW! Ow, oh God. Fuck!'' Blaine heard a voice, which was unmistakably Kurt's swearing. He had been so preoccupied with those damn horny cats that he hadn't even noticed Kurt opening his window. Blaine could only see Kurt's silhouette. The other boy was holding a hand against his left eye and cheek and moving around in pain.

''Oh shit! Kurt, are you ok? I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to hit you. I'm sorry. Please tell me I didn't hit you in the eye! I'm sorry,'' Blaine kept apologizing, over and over again.

Suddenly a heavy black studded boot was thrown at Blaine's head. He stepped away just in time and picked it up from the ground. ''Where did you get this? I've been looking for boots to upgrade my wardrobe with for some time now.'' Blaine exclaimed, once again proving how short his attention span really was.

''You asshole, you almost put my eye out! An inch higher and I would be disabled for the rest of my life! Do me a favor and hit yourself over the head with my boot and then put it down by the front doors.''

Blaine tapped the boot against his head to humor Kurt. Judging by Kurt's scowl he wasn't amused, so Blaine sighed and hit himself a little bit harder. He put the boot down below Kurt's window.

''What are you doing here, Blaine. It's the middle of the night,'' Kurt asked.

''Oh, oh right,'' Blaine suddenly remembered why he came here in the first place and pulled a folded piece of paper out of his jean pocket. He had been quiet in the hurry when he was leaving his house, so he had written down this part from memory. ''What light through your window breaks? It is the East, and Kurt is the sun! Get up, sun, and kill that moon that is ugly and doesn't like you.''

Blaine had kind of hoped that Kurt would be enthralled by his words, but instead the pale boy just stared at him, still pressing a hand against his eye. After a moment Kurt asked, ''What the hell was that?''

''It's Shakespeare, it's supposed to be romantic and shit,'' Blaine defended his actions.

''That was not Shakespeare. You would think that you would know better with how much money your parents spend for your education.''

''I spend a lot of time in Dalton jumping up and down so when I get home I am not that hyperactive. That alone makes my parents feel like they're getting their money's worth.'' Blaine explained.

''Good for you! Or your parents, I guess. If you're done badly interpreting Shakespeare now, I'll go find an ice pack for my eye and then go back to bed. Goodnight Blaine,'' Kurt said already reaching up to close his window.

''Wait! Just give me a chance.'' Blaine shouted desperately. ''I'm leaping here!''

''Are you on drugs?''

''Just vitamins. My doctor says that I need more iron. Please note that I am comfortable with telling you this because people who date should know about each other's health issues.''

''I am so confused right now.''

''I want today to count as a date!'' Blaine finally blurted out. At least it made Kurt to pause.

''You…want us… to date?'' Kurt asked drawing out words like they were so unbelievable.

''Yeah,'' Blaine confirmed.

''Why?'' Kurt asked, surprised by Blaine's sudden change of attitude.

''It might come as a surprise to you, but I have never dated anyone,'' here Blaine was interrupted by Kurt's loud snort, ''and I think that I should try that whole relationship thing.''

''Oh, Blaine. And I'm the lucky one that you want to test it out on!'' Kurt exclaimed sarcastically.

''No! And it's not like I can't find someone else if it's just an experiment.''

Kurt didn't like this answer. ''Isn't it hard to breath sometimes with your head so far up your own ass?''

''Hey! I'm trying to tell you something here.''

''My deepest apologies. Please, do go ahead.'' Kurt said in a mocking tone.

Blaine took a deep breath to compose his thoughts. ''I could find someone else, that's the truth, but I don't want to. Everyone else just seems so uninteresting compared to you. You're kind of amazing, Kurt.''

Kurt finally pulled his hand down from his eye. Blaine could see in his face that, for once in his life, he had finally managed to say something right.

Blaine continued, ''I like spending time with you even when you're being a bitch to me. I like you when you're mean and I like you when you're sweet. I always love to see you dressed in your strange outfits, and that's not just because your ass looks amazing in those tight pants. Well, okay, that too. But mostly I love them because they're so unique. You're unique, Kurt. It's like in that movie ''Pleasantville'' – everyone else is in black and white but you're in so many colors.''

After a bit of a moment Kurt said, ''That was actually surprisingly nice of you.''

''It's a long drive from my house to yours. I think part of that I heard in a movie or something, I don't really remember. I practiced in my car and almost run over a fox on my way here,'' Blaine offered an explanation.

That got a laugh from Kurt. ''Oh, Blaine,'' he said. ''You just can't help it, can you?''

''Don't worry. The fox was fine, I saw its furry ass running away,'' Blaine told him, thinking that Kurt was worried about his driving.

''You're an idiot, you know that?'' Kurt asked.

''People have told me that before. I like to tell them that I'm like a piece of artwork. You need to stare at me for a long time and from different directions to realize that I'm actually brilliant.''

Kurt's laugh was infectious and made Blaine laugh with him. ''I made you laugh, so I'm taking it as a good sign.''

''Go home, Anderson. We'll talk about it,'' Kurt told him, still smiling.

''Can I call you tomorrow?'' Blaine asked.

''No,'' Kurt answered, still a bit mad at Blaine.

''Well that's ok, I prefer texting anyways. Goodnight then,'' Blaine replied. He blew a kiss at Kurt and started to sprint down the street towards his car. For some reason he just felt like he could run a marathon right now. His heart was beating incredibly fast and he had this dopey smile on his face that just wouldn't go away.

Texting was better anyways. Especially because you can't scream at someone via texts, and that's something Kurt would undoubtedly do once he saw his black eye.

Not my longest chapter but, hey, it's a chapter!

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Guess who's not dead. I'll give you a hint…It's ME. But my laptop did die (R.I.P. My Sweet Toshiba) and it took all my notes, plot lines, half finished chapters and PWPs with it. It's probably laughing at me in laptop heaven right now, twirling its cable mustache. I had to reread my own story to remember what I was writing about. (Also, just noticed that in one chapter Blaine is turning 17, in other he's turning 18. My excuse – I'm taking lessons in continuity from Glee writers.) There were moments where I was like, ''I wrote that? I must have been drunk.'' I probably was.

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