Title: Kurt Anderson and Blaine Hummel
Author: pukaroxliza
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Kurt/Blaine with Burt/Carole, Puck/Quinn and one-sided Blaine/Sebastian
Chapter: 10/16
Word Count: 6624
Spoilers: Sebastian and Chandler exist.
Warnings: completely AU, language (lot's of language), angst (more from Blaine but also some from Kurt), a bit of blurring the lines between seasons, messing up American geography- ie Lima and Westerville are about 10 minutes away in this. THIS CHAPTER: some mild sexual content and a minor non-con situation at the end.
Summary: Meet Kurt Anderson and Blaine Hummel. Their lives are not what they thought they'd be.
Authors Note: A bit of a time jump. Even though it's the first sentence, I still feel the need to mention it here: this is set one month after Kurt and Blaine's first date. I'm also sorry for the wait for this chapter. I've had killer writers block for this story lately, and thankfully I realized that it stemmed from how I had ended this chapter and was able to consult with my wonderful beta Loki Firefox who told me what was wrong and now hopefully I'll be getting back on track. If you're still with me, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

Kissing Kurt was probably Blaine's favourite thing. They'd already been kissing for a month, and he honestly didn't think he'd ever get tired of it. The way Kurt's lips fit against his so perfectly, how he'd tug his lower lip into his mouth and suck, how he'd confidently lick into Blaine's mouth... He just loved everything that kissing entailed.

He thought that maybe he'd like kissing more if he was able to call Kurt his boyfriend, but Kurt insisted that they wait just a bit longer. According to him they were 'dating'. Blaine had always thought that 'dating' meant 'boyfriends' but he wasn't exactly the most knowledgeable person on the subject matter.

"I think it's stupid," Puck had claimed three weeks after Kurt and Blaine had begun dating, "Not calling things what they are. That boy is your boyfriend, he's just being stupid."

Blaine had shrugged, hugging his legs up to his chest, "I don't really mind. I mean, I still get to say that I'm dating him. I'm willing to wait for him to be comfortable with the idea of a boyfriend. I know he didn't want one before we started our... thing."

Puck had scoffed, "Gimme a break. That boy's been in love with you for like, ever. He's just being selfish and still keeping you at arms length. I say you go all out on him. Tell him it's boyfriends or nothing."

"I don't want that though. I'm fine with just dating. Like I said, it's more than I ever expected. And it's not like we're not kissing..." he had blushed at that, which led to Puck climbing into his bed and demanding details.

That had been a week ago, and Puck was once again in his room. He was chewing gum loudly and fiddling with a cigarette as Blaine shot him a dirty look.

Quinn was going to her chastity ball thing with her dad, and thankfully she wasn't showing too much (although a small bump had appeared right in the middle of her stomach, which had made Puck ecstatic) so her dress still fit. Her parents were still none the wiser.

Puck had been freaking out for the past few days so Blaine had spent any second he wasn't with Kurt with Puck, teaching him new recipe's and watching movies. He'd promised that he could sleep over the night of the ball, which had made Puck hug him tightly for an awkwardly long period of time.

"Are you sure I'm not imposing?" Puck asked for the millionth time, "You don't have plans with pretty boy tonight, right? Because I don't want to-"

"Puck. You're fine. I invited you over, remember? If I had plans with Kurt I wouldn't have."

Puck sighed, falling on his back on the air mattress that Burt had set up for him. He stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, during which Blaine texted Kurt about his current situation, saying that they probably wouldn't be able to call each other later. Puck had a tendency of staying up until four in the morning during sleepovers, whether he or Quinn were still up or not. Kurt had texted back a sad face that had make Blaine smile.

"I don't want her to give it away."

Blaine frowned and switched his position on his bed so that he was laying on his stomach, facing Puck, "What do you mean?"

"The baby," Puck spoke quietly, "I don't want Quinn to give the baby up."

Blaine pursed his lips, "Have you tried talking to Quinn about it? I'm sure she'd consider it if you asked..."

Puck shrugged, flipping over so that he was also on his stomach, "Yeah, we've talked about it. But it always comes down to bills and school, and how we won't be able to take care of him or her all the time. And asking our parents for help is out of the question, because as soon as I told my mom she told me to do whatever as long as she didn't end up taking care of it all day. And Quinn's parents..."

"Do you really think they'll react that badly?" Blaine knew Quinn's parents, and he knew they were... traditional... but that didn't always mean that their reactions were certain, "I mean, they've never had a problem with me being gay."

Puck shook his head, "Yeah, but you're not their kid. They didn't raise you. With Quinn they'll think they went wrong or something. The Fabray's are nutty, man. When I went over for the first official 'Meet the Parents' dinner I swear I thought her dad was going to chop my balls off. Kept going on and on about respecting his little girl and how Quinn wanted to wait until marriage and..."

Blaine sighed, "Well, I guess you never know until you actually just get it over with. And hey, you know that Quinn's welcome here if... well, if worse comes to worse."

"I hope it doesn't," Puck groaned, hiding his head in his arms, "I just hate that they don't know. And it's not something she can keep a secret forever, they're going to find out eventually. And I just know they're going to be even more pissed that she didn't tell them from the beginning."
Blaine didn't know what to say, "I'm sorry."

Puck let out a sarcastic laugh, "You shouldn't be. You're not the one who got her pregnant. That was me. And you know what? I don't regret it. Yeah, I wish it had been a bit later in life, but I already love that little baby, whoever it's going to be. I wouldn't wish it away for the world."

Puck continued to lie with his face between his arms for another two or so minutes while thoughts swirled through Blaine's head. When he finally had a coherent one he spoke up, "You know," Puck's head came up slowly, indicating that he'd heard him, "I'm home schooled."

Puck raised an eyebrow, "So?"

"So I'm at home all day."

"I repeat: so?"

Blaine sat up, rolling his eyes, "So if you need a babysitter for the baby while you and Quinn are at school, then I'm available. And I'd do for free, so you wouldn't have to worry about money."

Puck sat up as well, frowning, "Wait. So... you don't think it's stupid that I want to keep the baby?"

"Of course not. Honestly I think it's sweet. And I'm sure that Quinn will think it's sweet too."

Puck bit his lip as he looked over Blaine's face. This was one of the first times that Blaine had ever seen Puck in a truly vulnerable position, the other few being when Quinn had told Blaine she was pregnant and when he'd gone to apologize. It seemed strange to see Puck who had always seemed so strong act so... small.

"You'd really do that? For us?"

Blaine grinned, "Puck, I told you both that I'm in this with you one hundred percent. And hey, if you keep the baby then I'm guaranteed to be Uncle Blaine."

Without another word Puck stood up, walked towards Blaine and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. Blaine hugged back despite the awkward position, and soon they had both fallen onto Puck's bed, laughing and swatting at each other playfully.

After they'd calmed down they simply lay on the bed together, staring at the ceiling with their shoulders pressed together.

"I'm going to be a dad."

Blaine didn't think, he just reached down and grabbed Puck's hand in his. Puck turned to him and grinned, squeezing his hand lightly, "You're going to be an amazing dad, Puck. If you're given the chance."

"I'll be just like your dad."

Blaine snuggled a bit closer to his friend, "You'll be just like my dad."

Apparently they had fallen asleep in that position because Blaine found himself being woken up by the sound of his phone ringing. He groaned when he realized that Puck had fallen asleep practically on top of him, and he tried to shimmy out without waking his friend. By the time he had made it out, the phone had stopped ringing. Blaine rubbed his eyes, annoyed, but decided he might as well see who had been calling; just in case it was an emergency.

It was Kurt.

He called back instantly, glancing towards Puck before hiding himself in his bathroom, his phone pressed against his ear. Kurt picked up after one ring.

"Hey!" he exclaimed.

"Hey yourself. Sorry I missed your call, me and Puck sort of fell asleep and it turns out he's a bit of a cuddle whore so..."

Kurt chuckled on the other end, "Should I be jealous?"

Blaine blushed at the thought of Kurt being jealous of him with someone else, "Not at all. It's just Puck." They were both silent for a few seconds, "So, why did you call?"

Kurt groaned at that. Blaine heard a thunk on the other end and he imagined Kurt had just banged his head against something, "Here, listen."

Blaine frowned, wondering what he was supposed to be listening too. It took a few minutes for any sound to register, but when it did he flushed dark red. On the other end he could hear the sound of a muffled bed spring bouncing up and down and what was definitely two boys moaning. Thankfully it didn't last long.

"Did you hear it?"

"Mhmm."

"Sebastian brought this guy back from Scandals and they've been going at it forever. I swear to God, it's getting ridiculous. I tried to see if I could bunk with Nick because he's got a single, but he had his girlfriend over too. So now I'm stuck waiting outside my room, listening to Sebastian fuck some guy into the mattress and I'm bored and tired and-"

Blaine snickered, "You sound like you're whiny too."

Kurt actually whined after he said that, "I haven't seen you for like, three days. I get that Puck's going through a rough time, but I have needs too," Blaine blushed. Kurt paused for a second, "Would it be awkward if I told you I was super horny right now?"

It took Blaine a while to realize that the unattractive squeak he had just heard had come from him, "A little," his voice had gone high and now he was definitely blushing, all the way down to his toes. The whole conversation seemed surreal so far. First the sex noises (and Blaine had never heard noises like that outside of porn. The thought that there were two people right at that very moment having sex was strange), and then Kurt's confession. He didn't really know what to do.

"I'm sorry, I sort of put you on the spot," Kurt was chuckling self-deprecatingly, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just that hearing those two and thinking about you... Sorry, ignore me."

Blaine cleared his throat, afraid his voice would come out high pitched again, "You know, it's okay if you... you know, think of me. I know I said in the past that I don't see it as a compliment; but lately I've been starting to understand why people get flattered when someone says they're hot."

"Would this have anything to do with my super fantastic, out of this world kisses? I have a talented tongue, I know. You can say it."

"Kurt."

"I know, I know. Sorry. But I do, by the way. Think of you like that."

Blaine couldn't help but wonder, despite his embarrassment, what Kurt thought of when he thought of him... like that. He know he himself had fantasized about Kurt once or twice, but he never imagined them doing more than kiss and maybe rub up against each other a little. Kurt, however, was more experienced in the ways of sex than he was; his fantasies probably involved them doing much more than making out.

"Me too," he admitted quietly, "Like, I don't think of me like that, but I think of you like that. Sometimes."

Kurt inhaled sharply over the phone, "Christ, Blaine, that's so hot. What do you think, when you think of me?"

Blaine blushed. Okay, so it was one thing to think it to himself. It was another to say it out loud to his almost-boyfriend. He cleared his throat again, "I-I think of us kissing... on my bed. And maybe like, I don't know, rubbing a little bit. Below the waist," God, he was so awkward. Why did Kurt even like him? If they really were doing what he thought they were doing (and he was pretty sure that they were leading up to having phone sex, which Blaine wasn't exactly sure how to feel about) then he knew that Kurt would be severely disappointed.

"I think of that too," Kurt admitted, his voice breathy over the phone, "Do you think of us doing more? Or just that?"

"Just that," Blaine hated how quiet his voice got sometimes. God why was he so bad at this?

"I think of us doing more," Blaine was pretty sure he just heard a zipper go down. He swallowed thickly, "You know what I think about the most?" Blaine shook his head before he realized that Kurt couldn't see him. Kurt, it seemed, got the picture anyway, "I think of you sucking me off. God, your lips are just made for that."

Now Blaine was feeling a little hot under the collar too, because honestly he'd never even considered that, but hearing Kurt say it... He didn't think he'd be too opposed to trying that out. Eventually.

"K-Kurt?"

It took Kurt a second to respond, but when he did it was preceded by a pornographic moan, "Yeah?"

Blaine felt his heart speed up. Okay, Kurt was definitely touching himself. He was sitting in the middle of the hallway at his dorm in Dalton, touching himself. Because of Blaine, "A-Are we having phone sex?"

The question sounded stupid as soon as it left his mouth, but he couldn't take it back. He listened to Kurt's heavy breaths on the other side for a few seconds, the mental image of Kurt in an empty hallway doing the things that Blaine did to himself making him stir in his pants. No, he couldn't do this. He wasn't ready. They weren't even officially dating.

"Only if you want to."

"I-I-"

Everything was suddenly silent. Kurt took a deep breath, "You don't want to, do you?"

"I'm just- I'm not- I can't-"

He sounded pathetic. Absolutely, completely, pathetic. Here he was, in the bathroom listening to his almost-boyfriend jack off to thoughts of him, and he couldn't even bring himself to undo his own zipper.

"-didn't want to make you feel pressured, Jesus, what's the matter with me."

"Sorry?" Blaine asked, having missed the first part of the sentence. Kurt sighed into the phone and Blaine felt his heart sink. He must be disappointed. He was probably going to tell Blaine that he was tired of waiting around, that he was ready to hop back into bed and since he knew Blaine wouldn't do that with him that he was going to find somebody else.

We're not even official. If he chose to sleep with someone else I couldn't stop him. It's not like he owes me anything...

"I said that I was way out of line to start that at all. I'm really sorry if I made you feel pressured; I know you want to wait and I respect that. My only excuse is that it's been over two months since I got laid and I'm a teenage boy with hormones. But that doesn't excuse me for making you feel uncomfortable. So I'm sorry."

Blaine felt like crying. Every time he thought Kurt would leave him he turned around and said things like that, "I don't deserve you."

"What? Blaine, are you crazy?"

He shook his head, "No, I'm not. I'm completely serious. You should be with someone who's going to give you what you want."

Kurt was silent for a while, "Blaine, I want you. I know we haven't made it official yet, but seriously, I don't know what makes you think you don't deserve me. If anything I don't deserve you."

Blaine snorted, "Yeah right. You don't deserve the awkward, nerdy kid who wears sweater-vests and bowties, who has crazy hair and no friends? How does that work?"

"Do you really see yourself that way?" Blaine felt tears beginning to pool in his eyes, "Because I don't. Do you want to know how I see you? I see you as a beautiful, shy, sweet, innocent boy. I see you as everything that's good in the world; you're so smart, Blaine. And you're just so nice, to everyone. The way you just accepted me after I told you about Chandler and Sebastian? It blew my mind. You blow my mind. Everything about you. You're so special. You're so unique. And I just don't see how you don't see yourself the way I do."

He didn't have any words for that. He felt tears begin to run down his cheek, and before he knew it he was downright sobbing. Kurt was whispering sweet nothings in his ear, but that just made him cry more. What had he ever done to deserve such kind words? The way Kurt say him seemed to be the exact opposite that Blaine saw himself. But the way he said it... It made him feel loved.

The next morning he woke up in the bathroom, his face and arm numb and his cellphone clutched tightly in his hand. He felt disoriented for a second before he remembered the night before and he smiled softly. He brought the phone up and felt his heart warm when he saw a text from Kurt.

I know what I said last night was totally cheesy, but I meant every word of it. Call me soon, I need to see you. -K

He dragged himself into his room, where Puck was still fast asleep on his bed. He smiled and climbed onto the air mattress. He figured he should get in a couple of hours of sleep that weren't spent on the floor. His back was already starting to kill him.

He opened the picture of Kurt he had saved on his phone and smiled. He wondered if he'd ever fall asleep beside the real Kurt.

"Blaine."

"mno"

"Blaine."

"g'way."

"Kiddo, come on, you have to get up. It's Quinn."

He opened one eye to look at his dad, who looked extremely concerned. He sat up slowly, yawning and cursing himself for falling asleep in the bathroom. His back really hurt.

"What happened?"

Burt bit his lip, "I don't know, but she showed up a couple of minutes ago bawling her eyes out. Puck's with her downstairs, but she kept asking for you. Figured I'd wake you up and let you know."

Fear shot through him. He got out of bed as fast as he could, tripping over his sheet when he managed to stand up. His father straightened him up and after a quick thank you Blaine was upstairs with his arm around his friend.

Puck had been holding onto her, but when Blaine came down he let her go so that he and Quinn could hug. He looked up from Quinn's hair and saw that Puck had tears in his eyes. It made him hug Quinn harder.

"What happened?" he mumbled into her hair. She let out a quiet cry at the question and began clawing at his back, "Shh, Quinn, it's okay. It's alright. We're here. We're going to take care of you."

"I-I- And they- They're my parents how could they just-" Blaine shushed her again, and began to pet her hair as she sobbed into his chest. He looked at Puck for some clue.

"Her parents found out she's pregnant," he said, his own voice cracking as if he were also about to cry, "They, um- They told her that either she a-aborts the baby or she can't live with them anymore."

Blaine wanted to scream. He looked up to see Burt standing in the door frame, his fists clenched. He wanted to cry. Why couldn't Quinn have a father like he did? Who told their own kid to abort or get lost? He didn't understand...

His dad was suddenly beside them, a hand on Quinn's shoulder, "You always have a home here, Quinn. I'm going to tell your parents that you're going to be staying with us for a couple of days," Quinn opened her mouth, obviously about to argue, but Burt put a hand up, "It's not up for discussion. I'll grab some of your clothes for you while I'm there, alright?"

Quinn's lower lip wobbled as she watched the older man, "Thank you," her voice was scratchy and rough, but Blaine could feel the gratitude. He held her closer and nodded towards his father, mouthing his own thanks to him. His dad shook his head and muttered something under his breath before leaving the house.

When they heard the door slam shut, Puck came closer so that he could hug Quinn as well. She sniffled and shifted slightly so that she could hug both of them at the same time. Puck kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"I'm so sorry Quinn," Blaine whispered. Quinn gave him a watery smile and placed a hand on his jaw, rubbing up and down.

"I'm just so happy that you're here Blaine," she spoke quietly, her voice still rough from crying, "I don't know what I would do if we were still fighting."

Blaine sat up on his knees and cupped his friends face in his palms. He briefly remembered how Kurt had done the same when they'd first kissed, but he dismissed the thought. Now wasn't the time, "You have to know Quinn that even if I was still angry at you I would have let you stay here."

She threw herself back into his arms, "You're amazing. You're the best friend anyone could hope for. I'm so happy we're still friends and I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner, it's-"

"No," Blaine stroked up and down her back, "None of that. Not now."

Puck glanced between them for a second before pulling Quinn off of Blaine carefully and taking her hand, "Babe, I know this is hard right now. I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through. But you have to know that me and Blaine, we're going to be here for you all the way. Especially me," Quinn gave him an adoring smile, and Blaine felt (not for the first time) like he was intruding on an intimate moment between the two, "That's my baby in there too. And I'm going to protect it, and it's mama, for as long as you'll let me."

Quinn pulled him in for a short, sweet, kiss that made Blaine smile, "Her," she whispered.

"What?" Puck and Blaine exchanged a confused glance. Quinn looked down at her hand that was wrapped in Puck's. She then reached the other one out to hold one of Blaine's hands.

"The baby. It's a girl. I found out a long time ago, but I wanted to keep it a surprise."

The three hugged for what felt like forever. Quinn was still crying in between them, and Blaine was pretty sure that Puck was crying as well. When they split up, Blaine quietly excused himself, saying he was going to make a batch of brownies for them as an 'I'm sorry your parents suck, but congratulations on your girl' offering. They both smiled up at him as if they knew that he was purposefully leaving them alone and then he scurried out of the room.

Instead of going to the kitchen, however, he made his way downstairs. He needed to call Kurt, just to give him an update. Just to let him know that he was okay, but that they still wouldn't be able to see each other for a couple more days. It made him sad not to see his almost-boyfriend for that long, but his friends needed him. Blaine knew that if one of Kurt's friends from Dalton was going through what his friends were going through that they'd be his top priority.

"Well hello there," was how Kurt answered the phone, after the second ring. Blaine couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face when he heard Kurt's voice.

"Hey," he replied shyly. He bit his lip before proceeding, "Look, um... I know I told you last night that we would hang out today but something sort of... came up."

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he assured, "But Quinn just got kicked out of her house. Her parents found out she's pregnant and she's sort of a mess. Puck's taking care of her right now, but she's staying with us for a while, so..."

He heard Kurt breath deeply over the phone, "Tell Quinn I'm sorry. I wouldn't wish something like that on my worst enemy," he was quiet for a few seconds, "Look, I feel like I should apologize again for what I tried last night. That was totally inappropriate."

Blaine smiled, sinking into his bed, "Don't worry about it. What you said after totally made up for it."

He heard Kurt giggle on the other end, and the sound made him beam. He'd never heard Kurt giggle before, "Well, I meant all of that. And let Quinn know that if she needs anything my parents know some very important people. I'd be willing to pull a few strings for someone who obviously means so much to you."

Blaine sighed giddily, feeling like a school girl with a crush, "I do miss you," he said into the phone, pouting, "You could come over tomorrow. You, me and Quinn could watch a movie. I know there wouldn't be any kissing, but-"

"I will be there with bells on." Blaine chuckled at that. He wouldn't put it past Kurt to actually wear bells.

"I can't wait."

"Okay, now, shoo. Your friends need you."

Blaine laughed and said his goodbyes, smiling dumbly at the phone for a few seconds after hanging up. He wondered if Kurt would always have that affect on him. He seriously hoped that he did.

Blaine really had nobody but himself to blame for what was currently happening. Really, it was all his fault. He should have just kept his mouth shut, he should have let Puck go get Quinn her stupid night cream but he had done that stupid thing where he pouted and sat a bit too close to Quinn, hinting he wanted to be left alone with her. Blaine knew his father was going to be out late, which obviously meant that Quinn and Puck would get the house to themselves (his house, he thought, annoyed).

And then there was his own stupid brain, claiming that if he was going to be responsible enough to take care of a baby he was obviously responsible enough to drive to a pharmacy to get some moisturizer for Quinn. Alone.

He shivered as he forced himself out of his car. He shouldn't be nervous, he had driven all the way to Westerville to make sure that he didn't run into anybody from his old school, but this was still the first time he'd been out alone in over two years. He thought about calling Kurt, but then realized that he would only be there for about ten minutes, and it seemed a bit silly to ask his boy- Kurt to meet him for only ten minutes.

The pharmacy was much larger than Blaine had thought, probably part of a chain, and he quickly got lost in his search for the specific brand that Quinn wanted. Honestly he thought the whole thing was slightly ridiculous seeing as he and his father were going over to her house the next day to get the rest of her things, but he didn't really want to anger a pregnant woman.

It took him at least five minutes to get to the skin care section. Once there he almost passed out; he had no idea there were so many brands that did so many different things.

He considered asking an employee for help, but his throat instantly seized up at that thought. Instead he started perusing the shelves for what Quinn wanted. It wasn't until he had the product in his hand several minutes later that he realized that someone was watching him.

His first instinct was to run. Everything in him told him to get out of there as fast as possible. However, seeing as he was in a large pharmacy with an unpurchased product in his hands, he didn't think that running was the best option. So instead he glanced towards where he felt someone watching him and instantly froze when he saw who it was.

It was like horror movie music started playing as the tall boy approached him. He looked extremely familiar, and Blaine knew why immediately – he was the guy who Kurt had been with the day they met. The guy who had called him and almost ruined his friendship with Kurt.

Sebastian.

"Well, look who's out all on his lonesome." Blaine swallowed thickly, his feet trying to move, to get out, "You know, I've never seen you up close before. You really are a pretty thing, aren't you?"

Blaine looked down at his shoes, "What do you want?" he tried to speak loudly, assertively, but as always his nerves got the best of him and his voice came out as shaky. He didn't have to look up to know that Sebastian was smirking.

"Just to get a closer look at the guy whose got Kurt by the balls," he placed a finger on Blaine's chin and forced him to look up into his eyes. Blaine averted his eyes instantly, "Shy. Cute. What brings you all the way to Westerville?"

"None of your business," Blaine muttered. Sebastian chuckled, and the sound made a shiver run down Blaine's spine. He should have called Kurt. He should have called him even though he was only going to be there for ten minutes because this was way worse than running into any bully. Running into Kurt's ex-best friend and ex-lover was worse than running into a bully any day.

"I see. Skin care," Sebastian plucked the bottle out of his hand. Blaine didn't even try to stop him, "That's good. I'm sure Kurt appreciates that in a guy."

"What do you want?" Blaine repeated, a bit stronger this time, his eyes meeting Sebastian's. The taller boy held his gaze, an annoying smirk playing on his lips. He took a step closer, officially in Blaine's personal space. Blaine wanted to glance around, to see if there was anybody near them, but that would mean breaking eye contact, which would mean giving Sebastian more of an upper hand than he already had.

"Wasn't expecting to see you here. Kurt's been grumpy lately because you're so busy with those little public school friends of yours. He keeps rejecting my advances," he broke eye contact, but only to rake his eyes up and down Blaine's body. Despite the fact that he was wearing at least three layers, Blaine felt like he was standing naked in front of this boy. It wasn't a good feeling, "I really should bitch you out, but I don't think I'm going to."

Blaine took a step back. Sebastian followed him, "W-Why would you? Do you have a crush on Kurt? Because-"

Sebastian snorted at that, "A crush on Kurt? Please. I don't do crushes," he smirked and eyed Blaine again, his gaze lingering for far too long on his crotch, "I fuck people. And I used to fuck Kurt before you came along."

"I thought that Kurt-"

"However," Sebastian took another step towards Blaine and yeah, he was way too close, "I don't think I can find it in me to hold it against you. Do you want to know something?" Blaine didn't move, "That first time we saw you, I really wanted to approach you. Kurt begged me not to; he wanted you all to himself."

"Look, I really don't-"

"Can I ask you something Blaine?"

Blaine took another step back, mentally freaking out as Sebastian followed him yet again, "What?" his voice was quiet. Sebastian grinned, but it was nothing like when Kurt grinned. Sebastian looked like he wanted to eat Blaine alive. Kurt always looked like he wanted to hold Blaine close and never let him go when he grinned.

"Have you and Kurt made things official yet?"

He took two steps back, "N-Not yet. But we're... Um, we're getting there."

Sebastian's grin grew, "I was hoping you'd say that."

"Wh-"

"Go out with me."

Blaine's eyes grew wide and he continued to step back until he couldn't go any further. His felt something hit his back, and he realized that he'd ended up backing himself into a corner. A quick glance around made it obvious that there was nobody else around, "I'm dating Kurt," he said quietly. Sebastian slowly approached him, like a predator stalking it's prey.

"But not exclusively."

"Yes, we are exclusively dating each other."

"Are you boyfriends?"

"Well, no, I told you that we were getting there."

Sebastian was about a foot away from him and Blaine really wished that he had stayed home, "Isn't the point of dating to see other people? I'm sure Kurt's been fucking around with other guys. Although why he would do that when he's got you waiting for him," with a final stride he closed the distance between them, brought his hand up and cupped Blaine's cheek, "You've got killer lips. No wonder Kurt keeps coming back to you, you must give head like a pro."

"Kurt and I... We haven't..." he turned his head so that he wasn't looking at Sebastian anymore, but all it did was shift Sebastian's hand so that his thumb was resting on Blaine's bottom lip.

"Really?" the taller boy sounded far too happy, "Now you really have to go out with me."

Blaine tried to make himself smaller, "I like Kurt."

"And I like sex," something rattled and Blaine looked up briefly to see that Sebastian was holding an unopened box of condoms in his hand (of course that was what he'd come here for), "Especially when I get to teach someone the ropes."

Blaine squeaked, and Sebastian took the opportunity to slip his thumb into Blaine's mouth. He kept perfectly still, not wanting to give Sebastian the wrong idea. Eventually Sebastian removed his thumb. Blaine exhaled, feeling lighter now that the boy wasn't touching him.

The feeling didn't last long.

As soon as he'd let his defence down, even though it had just been a second, Sebastian swooped in and pressed a bruising kiss to his lips. Blaine tried to scream but the sound was muffled by Sebastian's mouth, and his stomach churned unpleasantly when a tongue tried to slip between his lips.

Finally finding some strength, he placed his hands on Sebastian's chest and pushed him away, "Don't," his voice was hoarse and his sight was getting blurry. Great he rubbed at his eyes.

"You'll change your mind," Sebastian pressed his entire body against Blaine's, and oh God that was- "Kurt will get tired of you eventually, especially if you act like that every time he plants one on you. And then you'll come running to me," a hand fell down to his butt and squeezed one cheek roughly. Blaine jumped and tried to squirm out of Sebastian's grasp, his hand burning a hole through his jeans, "And I'll fuck your tight little virgin ass so hard that you'll forget all about Anderson."

Blaine shook his head, tears escaping his eyes, "No," he managed, "No, I'll- No. I like Kurt and if anybody is going to- It'll be him," he reached behind him and plucked Sebastian's hand off of him. Thankfully, the other boy didn't try and return his hand to his bum, "Please leave me alone now."

Sebastian looked him over, an ugly sneer on his face, and then finally walked away. Before he did, he pressed Quinn's moisturizer into Blaine's hand and gave him one final, "See you around," a wink, and then he disappeared.

Blaine didn't move for far too long. His whole body was shaking, and his lips were tingling from the unwanted kiss that had been forced upon him. As soon as he got his legs to move he would grab a bar of soap and as soon as he got home he was going to wash his mouth and lips clean of any traces of Sebastian. He hated that he'd put himself in a situation to be taken advantage of by the boy (because he had, this was his fault, he had suggested getting Quinn's cream, he had walked himself in a corner, he had let Sebastian touch him). Hated that the one time he went out this happened.

After a few minutes he finally was able to move again. He forced himself to the cashier, paid for Quinn's moisturizer (that stupid moisturizer, why had he volunteered to get it, he was so stupid) and ran to his car. Thankfully he didn't see Sebastian at all in the parking lot, which indicated that he had – thankfully – left. Blaine sat in the car for as long as he dared, taking long, deep, calming breaths.

He wanted nothing more than to wipe what had happened from his memory. Wished he could go back in time and tell past him to just go to the pharmacy in Lima because the possibility of running into Azimio paled in comparison to what had happened in Westerville.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, tears finally escaping his eyes. He hated this. He hated Sebastian. He hated everything.

He hated that Kurt wasn't the only person he'd kissed anymore.

He allowed himself a couple of minutes to cry, just to let it all out. He knew that Quinn and Puck would ask what had taken so long, would be able to tell immediately that he'd been crying, but at the moment he didn't care. He just let everything go, let the pain in his heart come to the surface just for a few minutes.

And when those few minutes were up he wiped away his tears, told himself to get it together, and forced himself to drive back to Lima.