Humiliation

Blaine arrived too early in the McKinley parking lot again. He had his hopes up to meet Kurt before first period started.

This time when he saw the car of Artie's father turn the corner, he got out of his own. He waved hello at Artie who waved back hesitantly. Blaine walked around the car to where Artie's father was getting the wheelchair out of the trunk.

"Good morning, Mr Abrams. Can I lend you a hand?"

The short man looked up in surprise like someone who wasn't used to receiving help. "Oh, hello. Thanks for asking, young man!"

"I'm Blaine Anderson, a friend of Artie's." Blaine held his hand out and Mr Abrams shook it with a firm grip and a friendly smile.

"Very nice to meet you Blaine. I'm Artie's father. I guess I haven't seen you around?"

"I'm new at McKinley," Blaine explained. "Just transfered a few weeks ago. But Artie and I have met before. I used to be in a rival glee club."

"Ah, the glee club!" A bright smile flashed across Mr Abrams face and he looked exactly like an older version of his son. "Changed Artie's life!"

"Hey, no talk behind my back!" Artie shouted over from the front seat, sounding cheerful.

"No worries, we'll be right with you!" Blaine called back, grinning, then turned back to Mr Abrams. "So how does this work?"

Mr Abrams explained to him the folding mechanism of the wheelchair and then they walked around the car to meet Artie. His father carried him out of the car and put him down into his chair.

Artie grinned up at Blaine. "You're an early bird, Blaine, aren't you?"

"I have trouble sleeping lately." Blaine shrugged. He shouldered Artie's bag as they both said goodbye to Artie's father and started towards the school building.

"Wait, what're you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to have a nice sleep in and waste the day away for one week?"

"First I need to give Figgins my signed paper," Blaine replied with a sigh. "Also I was hoping to see Kurt for a minute since I won't get to see him much this week."

Blaine was heading towards the main entrance, but quickly changed directions when he noticed that Artie was wheeling towards a sidedoor. When they entered Blaine knew why, this was the only entrance without steps. He held the door open for Artie and followed him inside.

"You know what, Blaine? You just totally made my Dad's day. It's the first time any of my school mates spoke to him."

"Is that true? Your father seems to be great."

"He is. My parents both are awesome. I'm really lucky."

"I'm sorry about my suspension by the way." They arrived at Artie's locker and Blaine held the bag for him so Artie could put some textbooks in. "You know, I don't want you guys to think that I'm letting you down with the girls versus boys competish. I promise to work really hard next week to catch up with you so we will win this thing."

"Oh, right, I hadn't thought about that yet." Artie adjusted his glasses. "You'll be missing out on so many rehearsal hours this week, that's too bad. But we're quite good at doing last minute stuff and so far we haven't even decided on a song yet. I guess we'll keep you informed on whatever we're up to."

"That would be great." Blaine looked around but there still was no sign of his boyfriend. Since Kurt's locker was in another hallway Blaine said a quick goodbye to Artie and hurried through the building. He waited for a few minutes at Kurt's locker but only caught hold of Tina who was passing by. "Hi Tina, have you seen Kurt?"

"Not yet. Doesn't he have Chemistry for first period? That's in the south wing."

"Oh right." With a resigned sigh Blaine checked his watch. It already was a minute to eight. "I'd better hurry to get to Figgins. See ya!"

Blaine dropped the letter off at the principal's office – the secretary received it and told him it wasn't necessary for him to talk to Figgins personally – and slowly went down the hallway, disappointed. The bell had rung already and first period had started so Kurt would be in class now and he'd missed him and wouldn't get to see him.

"Blaine! Wait! Blaine!"

Blaine was just reaching out to push open the entrance door when he heard a beloved voice calling out for him. Smiling he turned around to see his boyfriend jogging towards him, a white fox tail bouncing at his hip and his boots clunking loudly on the floor. Kurt stopped right in front of him, panting slightly and a mix of so-happy-to-see-you and deep worry displaying on his face.

"You didn't call me back last night! Are you alright? How did the talk with your parents go?"

"Better than I'd thought," Blaine replied with a shrug, taking in the ever so gorgeous sight of his boyfriend. "As you can see my head's not ripped off. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Screw class! I've been running around looking for you for the past fifteen minutes and Artie just told me that you came in with him and I can't let you go without saying hello." Kurt smiled at him and swayed a little on the spot, making Blaine imagine he was standing on cloud nine. "I tried to call you by the way."

"Oh." Blaine got his phone out. "Argh, sorry, I turned the sound off."

"It's okay." Kurt shrugged and hugged himself. "Like I said I just wanted to see you and say hello before you have to leave."

"You're late for first period," Blaine protested with a broad smile. "And I need to get to my Dad's as soon as possible."

"Why?" Kurt's eyebrows shot up in concern.

"He wants me to work at his office this week," Blaine told with a proud smile. "You know, he's a lawyer so that should be interesting. I've been to his office a couple of times before but never to work, so I'm quite excited about it."

"Oh, that's good, I think," Kurt said carefully.

"Yeah, I think so." Although Blaine was reluctant to go, he added, "I guess I'd better get going..."

His brows went up in surprise when Kurt's hand slipped into his, holding it tight. The squeeze went right through Blaine's body and into his heart which started bumping excitedly.

They were standing in the hallway just in front of the entrance. Granted, the halls were empty, but it was school grounds anyway. Any second a stray student too late for class could hurry by or a teacher might show up.

Still, they were standing here, their hands clasped and so close. With a tender smile curling up his lips Blaine squeezed back and leaned against the glassdoor. Their eyes were drowning into each other for a long moment and when Kurt bent his knee their legs touched and another shiver went up Blaine's spine.

"I miss you already," Blaine whispered into the stillness of the deserted hallway. "Not being with you sucks."

Instead of an answer, Kurt's smile widened and he leaned slowly into him until their lips touched. Blaine closed his eyes and clutched Kurt's hand tighter.

They kissed.

Blaine inhaled deeply through his nose and opened his mouth. Kurt followed suit and they intensified their kiss, tongues touching, dancing around one another. Blaine's free hand took hold of the back of Kurt's head, making sure his boyfriend stayed where he was, forgetting time and space.

"NOW THAT'S DISGUSTING!"

Blaine and Kurt parted and looked around, both a little dizzy and disorientated for a second until they saw Rick Nelson who'd just come in.

"You're late," Blaine growled at him and looked at his watch. "Figgins wanted the paper on his desk by eight. It's fifteen minutes past."

Rick just shrugged with an arrogant grin. "I'll just tell him I got held up by watching you perverts getting it on in the middle of the hallway and that I was busy not to puke all over the place."

Blaine clenched his fists but just like the day before Kurt took hold of the situation by smartly asking, "Rick, I'm sorry but you need to help me out here. What exactly is it that you find so disgusting? Is it the closeness of two male bodies, like this?"

Kurt turned to his boyfriend again and wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, drawing him near and pressing his own body against him, their middle sections touching and his heart beating out of his chest right into his boyfriend's. Blaine gazed right into Kurt's eyes with anticipation, he was definitely liking the sassy spark in his boyfriend's blue eyes.

Kurt didn't break eye contact with Blaine when he continued with an alluring low voice, "Or is it rather the kissing part, like this?" Kurt closed the last bit of distance and started kissing Blaine again and Blaine didn't mind Kurt's tongue inside of his mouth once more at all and happily played along with Kurt's provocative show-off.

"Urgh! I'm gonna report you!"

Blaine let out a little embarrassing humming sound when Kurt drew back again. "You know what I find disgusting, Nelson? Smoking pot in the south wing restroom. Maybe I should report that."

Rick bit his tongue and moved his jaw for a second in consideration. Then he threw his arms up in resignation and ran off to get his letter on Figgins' desk.

Kurt bit down on his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud.

"You're wicked, you know that?" Blaine teased him.

"I'm sorry," Kurt said with an apologetic gaze. "I shouldn't have used you like that for my little demonstration."

"Whenever you need me I'm your willing volunteer." Blaine winked at him. "I'm just worried that Rick's going to get back at you for this."

"He won't because this time there was no audience around."

"Mmh, you're a smart one, Kurt Hummel," Blaine murmured in awe and his hands kind of wandered off on their own, stroking Kurt's sides and along the line of his belt. He dipped his head until his lips were just barely touching the skin of Kurt's neck, just underneath his jawline and breathing softly against it until he felt his boyfriend shiver in his arms.

The grasp of Kurt's hands on his arms tightened.

"Blaine..." Kurt's voice was no more than a weak whisper, making Blaine wish longingly they were somewhere else and able to proceed properly from here.

Then again nothing stopped him to press a kiss on Kurt's neck, moving his lips along the pulse and tasting the delicious skin while his fingers started playing with the buttons of Kurt's shirt, wanting to open them, needing to touch the skin of Kurt's chest, although knowing he shouldn't...

"Blaine!" Kurt resolutely pushed him at arm's length, his eyes glaced over with the same lust Blaine was feeling and fighting to stay focused on their surroundings.

"We're standing in the hallway!"

"Hey, you started this!" Blaine held his hands up.

Kurt opened his mouth to reply something but forgot what he wanted to say when Rick Nelson rushed past them on his way out and shouted a hateful "Fags!" over his shoulder.

Blaine saw the way Kurt's face dropped and immediately he wanted to hug him again. But just when he stepped forward Kurt stepped back. "I... I need to get to class and you need to get to your Dad's," he said, trying but failing to keep the hurt out of his voice.

"Kurt, please," Blaine grabbed his boyfriend's arm and shook his head. "Just... just forget about this idiot."

Kurt's face was an unreadable mask for a few seconds before he asked, "When was the last time someone called you that?"

"Uhm, I don't know." Blaine shrugged, not sure what Kurt was aiming at. "It's been a while."

Kurt nodded slowly as if Blaine's words had just confirmed what he was thinking. "I'm sorry you have to hear it again." Kurt gently freed himself of Blaine's grasp and smiled at him with sorrow in the blue depths of his eyes. "Call me when you get home tonight, okay?"

With a wave of his hand he turned and jogged along the hallway to get to class. Blaine stood and gazed after him until Kurt was out of sight.

Finally Blaine pushed the door open and walked down the path to the parking lot. As he approached his car he heard a car honk and looked up. Rick Nelson drove past him, a wide wicked grin on his face similar to the one he'd flashed at him yesterday just after he'd slushed Kurt. Mischief managed. This kid apparently was up to no good.

With an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach Blaine approached his car, expecting some kind of humiliation from Rick. Like an insult sprayed over the length of his car or a key scratch or perhaps even a busted window. He trusted Rick Nelson to be capable of anything.

However, he rounded his car twice, but found nothing. Maybe he was just being paranoid.

When Blaine got into his car and backed out of the parking space, his car rumbled in a weird way. He stopped and got out again. That's when he saw it. He had a flat tire. No doubt this was Rick's work. "Shit!" Blaine slumped back into the driver's seat and rested his forehead against the steering wheel. "Fuck!"

As embarrassing as it was when dating the son of a mechanic, Blaine couldn't change a tire on his own. And the only car shop in town he knew and had the phone number saved in his phone was…

"Hummel Tire & Lube. How can I help you?"

"Hi Mr Hummel, uhm, it's Blaine."

"Blaine! Didn't I tell you to call me Burt, kid?" Kurt's father sounded grumpy but in a friendly way.

"Yeah, you did, sorry." Blaine smiled to himself and closed his eyes for a second before adding, "Burt, I… uh… I kind of have a problem with my car? But I need you to promise me first that you won't tell Kurt about this."

Sorry, this was short. But I hope you like it anyway.

Hands up who doesn't like Rick Nelson?

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