A/N: See! I told you so! I didn't upload every day! I kinda wanted to, but, well. I need you to WANT to read, right? OH! And warning-thingy: NOW you'll get a little somethin'-somethin'. BEWARE ;) ..And sorry it's a bit long, I just .. couldn't stop in the middle.

Aaaand ENJOY!

Monday.

Kurt hated Mondays. Why? It's not like Monday was worse than Tuesday or Wednesday. So, why did he hate Mondays more than the other days? Because over the weekend his face had finally relaxed and he hadn't got a single slushy in the face. And his Mondays always started with a trip to the bathroom to try and clean the slushy out of his hair and clothes. Oh; and the fact that he couldn't see Blaine for their usual coffee-date because of said boy's Warbler practice, that was just another slap in the face.

Then there was the fact that he couldn't even take notes in class because of his stupid injured hand. So that left him sitting on a chair doing nothing. Mercedes had been kind enough to take notes for him too, so that didn't leave him with much to do. And so he ended up daydreaming about Blaine. Which did not help his concentration - or mood - at all. He missed Blaine and he had to think of something 'cooling' (Rachel in her underwear, urg) before he could get out of class.

And when he got to his locker - the day just got even better. He heard a gasp and a loud thud to his left. Karofsky had a boy pinned up against a locker a little further down the hall. The poor boy looked like he was about to piss himself. Someone should go and help him. Kurt looked around at the other students in the hallway, who seemed to notice just about nothing. Fine, Kurt thought. But that kid will so owe me for this - I just removed the remains of this morning's slushy!

"Leave the kid alone," Kurt said as he walked up to Karofsky; swinging his bag gracefully over his shoulder. "You look like you're about to eat him."

"Yea, you should know what that looks like, lady-face." The taller boy spat and made his comrades laugh. Kurt ignored the slight - very slight! - blush that crept to his face. Not a single of them would know what he had just daydreamed about in class.

"Sure I would; seeing as you look at every other boy like tha-"

Kurt didn't get to finish his sentence before Karofsky grabbed him by the collar of his - very expensive Alexander McQueen - shirt and slammed into the lockers behind him; causing him to drop his bag and smash his injured hand into the hard metal.

"Shut your trap, Hummel!" Dave growled out. Just about now would be a great time to NOT say anything, Kurt thought to himself, but then he caught the eyes of the other boy; scared as hell.

"Why? So nobody will find out that you're -" He got shoved into the lockers again. Harder this time. He tried to suppress the whimper that made its way out of his throat.

"Don't push me. I don't want to have to explain to the teachers why there's blood all over the hallway," the larger boy said with an evil grin. As Kurt thought he'd actually come home with a broken nose, he heard a noise from the other end of the hall.

"Karofsky! What in the entire, depressing world are you up to now? Let Porcelain down." Sue Sylvester's voice had never sounded better in Kurt's ears. And then he looked down. His feet were not touching the ground. Oh. That's why it's so hard to breathe. Karofsky let go of him, but didn't walk away before he'd pushed him into the lockers once again.

Kurt held his hand close to his chest and locked eyes with Sue. He didn't thank her, and she didn't expect it. She just walked away with a "Go to the gym or something." Kurt took his bag from the floor and looked at the other boy who still stood as nailed to the ground.

"Are you okay?" He asked and reached out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. Might as well. He looks like he could faint any time. Must be a new kid.

"Don't touch me!" The other boy slapped Kurt's hand (yup, the injured one. Note to self: Don't try to be nice to new kids - not when you're hurt) away. "Fag!"

Okay. Ow. Kurt stood back as the other kid walked - no, rather stomped - down the hall and rounded the corner. He tightened his grip on the bag and walked to his next class. It wasn't like he hadn't been called fag before. Hell, his own stepbrother had called him that. Before they became brothers, that is. And Finn had apologized. It still hurt, though. This kid, who didn't even know him, just judged him, even though he'd practically saved his life. Ungrateful little … He growled as he found his usual seat in French class.

Once again he found himself daydreaming of Blaine. French had always been easy for him, but normally he would've paid just a little attention; if it weren't for the fact that they had to watch a movie. A movie Kurt had seen. Yes, he had seen a French movie, so what? Just as he was about to drop his head to the table, his phone vibrated. He looked around to see where the teacher was, and then decided she couldn't see him from her seat, so he slid the phone out of his pocket. It was from his dad.

From Dad to Kurt

Hey Kiddo. We're busy in the shop today and I have a meeting in the afternoon. Mind coming in?

Kurt sighed. Spending his day in the garage? Yay. Just what he longed to do. Get his hands (and clothes and hair) dirty and be all sweaty. Thank God, I can't meet up with Blaine today.

From Kurt to Dad

Hi Dad. Nope, it's fine. I'll get Finn to drop me off after school. Is there time enough for me to fix my own car too?

From Dad to Kurt

Of course. We'll fix it together after hours. And then we can eat out afterwards.

Kurt did know that his dad tried to make up for making him come in, and he smiled at the thought. It had been a long time since they'd been out, just the two of them. Maybe I'll tell him about Blaine. It'd be the perfect time for it. Urg. Then he'll surely want to have 'the talk'. I'm so not ready for that. Maybe I'm ready - He thought of his thoughts and dreams for the last couple of weeks - Okay, I'm definitely ready, but I'm not ready for the talk with my dad. He's so … awkward. He answered his dad and put his phone away again; trying to at least pretend to pay attention to the movie. He couldn't.

When it was finally time for his last class - Glee Club - he was beginning to look at the day positively. If I can fix my car, I can go on coffee-dates and meet Blaine all the time again. I can even visit him at his school. He wouldn't mind that now that we're boy-squeee-friends, would he?

And then an iceberg hit him in the face. Slushy, was his only thought before he was shoved harshly into the nearest lockers. He felt the cold wet drip down his neck and into his shirt. Oh, this is simply just great. He rubbed his eyes free from slushy and headed to the bathroom for the second time that day.

"Stupid, imbeciles, morons, idiots, jerks…" He growled as he removed the slushy. And then he felt a hand on his shoulder and he jumped. And squeaked. Yes, squeaked.

"Hey dude, relax!" Puck retreated his hand and took a few steps back.

"Oh. Sorry Puck," Kurt mumbled and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"O-WOAH, dude! You really don't have to do that, I'm n-"

"Noah." Kurt interrupted. "I'm changing out of my shirt, because it's covered in slushy, not because I want to strip for you. Okay?" Puck looked stunned for a moment before his badass-smirk was in its' correct place again.

"Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that." Then he laughed and left the bathroom. Kurt glared after him, but he didn't have time to linger. He put his shirt (folded it first, even though it was all red and wet) in his bag and walked into Glee Club in his t-shirt. He spend yet another rehearsal listening to Rachel Berry blabbering about regionals and her solos and her voice, and, yeah, just about everything about her.

So when he had the chance to leave, he did. Quickly. And he even stood by Finn's car and waited. Waited long. So when the tall teen finally got his lazy ass over to the car, Kurt was not amused.

"Why were you taking so long?" He whined as he sat in the passenger seat.

"Rachel wanted to talk," Finn mumbled and fastened his seatbelt. Kurt looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"That's why you have lip gloss all over your lips?" Finn rubbed his mouth and blushed.

"Pink suits you," Kurt just said and starred out the window. Then he added, "Can you just let me off at Dad's garage? He needs my help." Finn just nodded and they drove to the garage in silence.

Kurt changed his clothes and jumped into the work. He had to check a motor, renew a gear-box and some other mechanic stuff, that he'd usually hate. But today was quiet, so he turned the little radio up a bit and then he buried - literally - himself in the cars. His phone rang, and normally he wouldn't talk while working, but it was Teenage Dream playing, so he ran to the phone and slid it open.

"Hello," he said, trying not to sound too happy. He wasn't desperate, just because they were boy-squeee-friends now.

"Hi beautiful." Blaine's voice sounded just as happy as Kurt felt. Just as he was about to reply, his boy-squeee-friend spoke again. "What's that noise?"

"I'm in Dad's garage." And I look like shit, so I'm glad you're not here.

"What? Why?" On the other side of the conversation Blaine sat on his bed and tried to get himself to study just a little bit, but his phone had nearly yelled at him. He hadn't talked to Kurt all day.

"He needed some help." Kurt placed the phone between his shoulder and cheek and went back to the car he was currently working on.

"Do you even know what a car is, Kurt? No offence," Blaine laughed.

"None taken." Okay, maybe a little taken. "And yes I do, Blaine. How do you think I afford my awesome clothes? I don't just get the money - I earn them. By helping in the shop."

"Stay there." Blaine's voice changed from laughing to serious as a picture shot through his head.

"What?" Kurt straightened from under the hood of the car.

"Stay. There." Yes, I got that the first time, Kurt thought; getting a bit annoyed.

"But why Blaine, I -" He didn't get to finish.

"No. Just stay." There was a kind of urgency to his tone.

"Fine?"

"Bye!"

"Bye..?" Kurt looked at his phone in confusion. That was his weirdest conversation with Blaine ever. Then he shrugged. Maybe Blaine would call him back and was afraid he'd forget his phone down here. Like I'll ever forget my phone, psh. But it was kind of cute how he worried over those little things. Blaine didn't call again, but he arrived at the shop half an hour later and found Kurt with his upper-body buried in an old car.

This is something I'll have to get a picture of, even if he kills me afterwards. Blaine found his phone and switched on the camera.

"Kurt?" He asked; quietly as to not cause Kurt to jump in surprise and hit his head on the hood.

"Blaine?" Kurt straightened and turned around with a surprised look on his face.

Snap. A perfect picture of Kurt, looking nothing like himself. He was dressed in some of his dad's work-clothes: A pair of trousers (Kurt never wore trousers?) which hang loosely on his hips, so he'd bound them with a long, red piece of cloth. And the least Kurt-like-thing was the white - or it had been at some time at least - tank top he was wearing. He'd even worn a bandana around his hair.

"Oh my God, Kurt, you look -"

"Did you just take a picture of me? In this?" He gestured to his entire outfit. Then he glared daggers at the older teen. "Give me your phone." Blaine looked down into his hand where his precious phone was. Then he grinned like an idiot.

"Nope."

"What?" Kurt's voice came out high-pitched.

"I said nope." His grin grew - if physically possible - even bigger.

"Blaine Anderson. You'll give me that phone. Now." The brunette's eyes narrowed.

"I don't think so." And then he ran. Not because that was his plan with being childish. It was more the fact that Kurt had sprinted after him - it was a perfectly normal response to run, when you were being chased. They ran around the cars; trying not to knock too many things over on their way.

"Stop!" Blaine said as he stood on one side of the car Kurt had worked on - and said boy stood on the other side. "If you come any closer I'm pushing the publish-on-Facebook-button!" Blaine threatened with a smile.

"You wouldn't!" Kurt's eyes grew bigger and he honestly looked horrified.

"Try me." Blaine smirked at him and held his fingers close to the screen.

"Fine," Kurt growled and crossed his arms across his chest.

"So," Blaine's eyes turned darker. "What should I make you do to make me delete it?" Kurt blushed a delightful (to Blaine at least) red color.

"W..what do you mean?" He swallowed nervously and tried to ignore his own stutter -again. Why do I always stutter in front of this boy? It's not like he's terrifying! He scolded himself.

"What I mean is," Blaine said; still smirking as he approached Kurt. "That you'd have to do something for me to delete this picture, since I actually like it quite a lot." Before Kurt could even come up with an answer, Blaine continued.

"Maybe I should make you do something… to push your boundaries a bit," he said; grin still plastered on his face. Oh. My. God. Ohmygod. He wants me to… He'll want me to… Ohmygod. I can't do that! Can I? Well, since he wants me to, maybe I could… But, oh God, no, I can't… Kurt babbled as he was interrupted again by Blaine's voice.

"Kurt." Said boy snapped his head up.

"Yes?"

"Come here." Blaine crooked a finger to indicate that he wanted Kurt closer. Ohmygod, he'll ask me. Are we there in this relationship already? We've only been together for, like, two days? Sweet GaGa. I guess there isn't much of a choice, but to bend down and-

"Kiss me," Blaine interjected.

"Huh?" Kurt's jaw dropped and he looked out-right dumbfounded.

"Kiss me." He repeated and smiled slyly. Kurt stepped closer and bent to place a light kiss on Blaine's lips. But the curly haired teen took him by the wrist and pulled him close. Their lips met in a harsh kiss, which soon turned softer. Kurt placed his hands on Blaine's chest and said boy intertwined his hands around the brunette's waist. Then he took a step forward, and then another, causing Kurt to walk backwards. They didn't stop until Kurt was pushed up against the nearest car. Blaine pressed his tongue past Kurt's slightly opened lips and turned his head to deepen the kiss even further. When Kurt took a sharp intake of breath, Blaine broke the kiss.

"Sorry," he said and took a step back looking ashamed. You should know better than to just attack him like that, Anderson. Get a gr-

"Don't apologize," Kurt mumbled and pulled him closer; still leaning his back up against the car. Blaine gasped as he stood pressed up against the younger teen, and he prayed to all that's holy that please don't let him notice, please don't let him notice, please don't let him notice. Until he felt Kurt's excitement. Oh. OH. So he's…? Kurt moved a bit and suddenly Blaine had his thigh between the other boy's legs. He leaned in the tiniest bit and got rewarded with the most adorable sound. He smiled into the kiss and pressed his thigh up against Kurt again.

The brunette's mind was a mess. Ohmygod. I don't even know what he's doing, but please - "Don't stop." Fuck. I said that out loud, didn't I?

Blaine mumbled "I won't," followed by another grind of his hips which made Kurt gasp. Reading this as a good sign, Blaine repeated the movements. This time Kurt's hips met his halfway, and the friction made both boys outburst tiny moans. They kept grinding into each other while kissing, until Kurt felt a sensation in his abdomen.

"Wait, wait, wait," he said breathlessly and gently pushed Blaine back.

"What?" The older teen asked with a confused look on his flushed face.

"I don't think… Um. Maybe we should… stop here. For today. Since I, um, don't really... want to, you know, here." He gestured to the garage.

"Oh." Blaine blushed and scratched the back of his neck before smiling goofily. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Kurt mumbled but couldn't help as his own mouth formed a smile equally to Blaine's. "So…" He started. "Um. Would you like to see me in action?" He said and pointed to the old car he's been buried in earlier. Blaine grinned again.

"Can I take more pictures of you?"

"Absolutely not," Kurt said but smiled at Blaine. "You still have to delete the one you took before."

"Oh, you're right. I will. Later." Then he sat down and watched his boyfriend fix a car.

AAAAAAANNNNNDDDD.. That's it for today! Phew. *wiping sweat off forehead* I tried making it fluffy-kinda-not-so-smut-ish, since, well, they've been together for, like, two days? Le sigh. There'll be more later, tho, so don't worry, lovelies ;)