Ok, I know this chapter kinda sucks. I just needed to get back into the groove of writing again, don't worry this isn't abandoned. I also realize I won't be able to update as often as twice a week but maybe once a week
Also my french is far from fluent. I'm only in french 2 so please please let me know if I spell something wrong or if my grammar is off. Also fun fact my french name is belle that's why I randomly added that. in addition, this is just an update because my grammar and spelling mistakes were plentiful so sorry about that
Ok here's chapter three finally
Chapter three: We've gotta stop meeting like this
Kurt slouched through the day; his mood turned sour from being in contact with Blaine for too long. Although one minute with him would be too long. That boy could push his buttons faster than Kurt on cyber Monday. But the boy sure was hot, if Kurt didn't believe a first time was sacred and to be treasured, he could totally see himself fucking that boy into next week. But for Kurt to even consider it, Blaine would need to make him feel loved and cared for. Some rose petals wouldn't hurt, Kurt added to his thoughts. Kurt's face flushed visibly as he realized what his mind had led him to think about. Blaine would never do that, no matter how much Kurt would refuse to accept but secretly want with no end.
Home ec was normally his favorite class, he shared it with Brittany Santana and Mercedes, his best girlfriends. Although today instead of happily baking his Buche de noel, his mind drifted back to Blaine, handsome, gorgeous, dangerous Blaine.
"Thinking about that gorgeous hottie aren't you?" Santana teased, breaking Kurt out of his thoughts.
"No Satan, Blaine is the least of my worries." Kurt lied, for his amazing acting abilities, denying Blaine's impact on his thoughts was surprisingly hard.
"You just proved yourself wrong by knowing who I was talking about hun." Fuck she never said Blaine's name, did she?
"Ooo are we talking about that new transfer kid?" Mercedes chimed in.
"I'm betting all my crayons that he's a unicorn just like Kurt!" Brittany added, well added is maybe not the word. Brittany took a certain decoding ability to be able to understand, lucky all three of them were fluent in her words.
"Oh for sure baby, you won't believe what he said to Kurt earlier-" Santana started.
"Santana shut up you don't know what you're talking about so just leave it." Kurt interrupted instantly regretting his words as they left his mouth.
"Woah white boy calm down we were just looking out for you. Handsome could be a future boyfriend if you play your cards right, and we know how lonely you are lately" Mercedes said, Kurt hated the look of pity clouding her eyes.
"Cedes, while I appreciate the thought, I'm looking for more than just sex and pleasure in a relationship. I want romance and love. And Blaine just doesn't have that to offer." Kurt explained, failing to hide the sadness in his voice.
"I don't know Kurt, me and Tana started out just scissoring, and now we are the best and hottest couple in the Universe." Brittany chimed in.
"She's right, although Brittany will and has also been my love." Santana furthered, nothing but pure love in her eyes directed at Brittany. They started at each other as the bell rang.
"While you guys are sickeningly sweet and indeed a very sweet and adorable couple," Kurt said while packing up his books, "French awaits, bye ladies" and with that Kurt left the classroom.
"So how are we going to get those two together?" Santana asked with an evil glint in her eye.
"I don't know Tana, Kurt's right, Blaine doesn't seem to want anything other than a hookup." Mercedes added with a sad smile.
"Oh now write this down, because there will be a quiz, Klaine will happen, I can see it in Blaine looks at him." With nothing more added Santana linked pinkies with Brittany and left the classroom, leaving a hopeful Mercedes, who wanted a happy ending for her boy.
With his head deep in thought, Kurt made his way to AP french, his favorite class of the day. Not to toot his own horn but Kurt was amazing at french, has been since he was five and his mom enrolled him in classes. But Kurt didn't only love it because it was easy, he loved it because no one who wasn't smart was a part of the class. That pardoned him from a full hour of getting things thrown at him. Yes, french was nice
After making his way to the classroom with time to spare, Kurt took his seat. Another plus to it being an AP class is there are only so many kids who took french long enough to be able to keep up, 9 to be exact. This meant every student had a full table to himself, and for that, Kurt was beyond thankful.
As the bell rang and madame Sider began her way of taking attendance. "Salut classe! Ça va aujourd'hui?" ["Hi class! how are you today?"]
All the hands went up as madame took out her attendance sheet and called on a student. "Oui Belle?" ['yes Belle?]
"Je vais bien madam" Belle responded. ["I'm going good professor."]
Madam continued with her attendance and check in, finally calling on Kurt. While teachers always say they never pick favorites, it was obvious to everyone in the class Kurt was her favorite, but who could blame her, Kurt was the only one who could have full conversations with her about anything. "Oui Kurt?" ["Yes Kurt?"]
"Je vais comme ci comme ça, et toi?" Kurt responded ["I'm going so so, and you?"]
"Je vais bien, mais très fatiguée." Madam responded, Kurt opened his mouth to respond with something along the lines of, aren't we all? But before he could the door swing open yet again. ["I'm good, but very tired]
"Oh, my bad did class already start?" That same gorgeous voice as this morning filled the classroom as a familiar head of curls waltzed through the door.
"En fait ouai, s'il vous plaît assieds-toi ou tu vas être marqué absent." Madam threatened while glaring at Blaine. Kurt barely suppressed a giggle at this because there was no way Blaine would have any clue as to what she was saying. ["Actually yes please sit down or you will be marked absent"]
"Oh bien sûr madam, ce n'est pas nécessaire pour ça." Blaine responded effortlessly. Kurt's jaw dropped. Kurt must've gasped or something because Blaine finally noticed his presence in the room. ["Oh of course madame"]
"Baby, nous devons arrêter de nous rencontrer comme ça." Blaine purred as he made his way over to Kurt's table. ["Baby we've gotta stop meeting like this"]
There were a few gasps heard around the room, including one from madame Side, but Kurt was too surprised he didn't get hard just from that to hear, because the way Blaine spoke fluent french in his gravelly voice was too hot to handle. Kurt's cheeks did tint red though as he pretended to be annoyed with Blaine's presence.
"Blaine! Je ne sais pas comment tu penses qu'une salle de classe est entretenue, mais c'est un comportement inacceptable!" Madam all but yelled at Blaine, and for a 5-foot woman madam sure could pull off scary. If Kurt didn't know any better Blaine seemed almost embarrassed. But just as Kurt was beginning to think his intuition was correct, Blaine's face switched back to its cocky expression. Instead of responding, Blaine continued his journey to Kurt until he plopped down in the seat directly next to Kurt. Kurt rolled his eyes away from Blaine and chose to ignore the tingles spreading through his skin from being in such close proximity with Blaine.["Blaine! I don't know what you think a classroom is maintained, but this is unacceptable behavior!"]
Much to Kurt's surprise, as madam began the lesson Blaine actually seemed to be paying attention to his work. His relief proved premature because madam announced the homework with 10 minutes to spare in the class and informed them they could have free time until the bell.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt saw Blaine lean closer "Salut Baby, vous ai-je manqué?" Blaine growled in his ear, sending hot breath down his neck. Kurt visibly shivered much to his chagrin, even though he wasn't looking, he could feel the smirk form on Blaine's face. [Hi baby, did you miss me?]
"Where did you even learn french?" Kurt hissed back quietly, not wanting to bring attention to himself.
"There's so much for you to learn about me Baby." Blaine smirked out as he began running a hand slowly up Kurt's leg. Kurt was so annoyed he would do this in the middle of class, especially because he didn't want madam to dislike him, although apparently his cock didn't get the memo. He felt blood rush south as Blaine continued to move up reaching his thigh. Kurt's body finally caught up with his mind and he slapped Blaine's hand away and shot him his best bitch glare.
"There's no need to pretend you don't want me Baby." Blaine whispered in his ear motioning to his half-hard dick. Kurt turned beet red, at least the blood was racing somewhere else. "Like I said Baby, there's no need to hide from me, I'll more than happily help you with your little problem." He winked out.
Kurt didn't know what came over him, but he couldn't stop himself as he replied, "Please, you're the last person I'd want to touch me," That was so far a lie but Blaine didn't need to know that. "But for your information, my problem isn't little."
For a minute Baine looked shocked and, almost proud at Kurt's response, all too soon though his trademark smirk came back. But before Blaine could say anything, the bell rang. Saved by the bell never felt more true for Kurt.
Before Kurt could get too far Blaine caught up with him. "So, Baby where to next?" He asked, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist.
"History." At Kurt's one-word response, Blaine's day got that much better.
"Wow, seems like the world wants us in bed together too." Blaine responded, still gripping to Kurt's side, surprised he hadn't been swatted away yet.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're in that class too? You're lucky I love French so much or I would walk to the office right now and demand a schedule change." Kurt sighed, annoyance visible in his voice, but so was something else Blaine couldn't quite make out.
Instead of responding to Kurt's rant Blaine decided to laugh but not reply, "Come on Baby, wouldn't want to be late to class."
"Whatever Blaine." Kurt responded, but amusement could be heard over the snarky words.
They made it to history but to Blaine's disappointment, the seat next to Kurt's was taken. Although the seat next to that girl talking to Kurt this morning who wasn't totally lame was open.
As soon as he sat down the girl spoke, "Couldn't help but notice you and porcelain over there getting cozy in the hallway."
At this Blaine rolled his eyes, "Oh please Kurtie won't even consider my sexy services."
"Did you just refer to sex as your sexy services? Now it doesn't surprise me why he said no." Santana said with a tone full of judgment.
"And you would too if you got up all in this" Blaine said running his hands up and down his body. The girl just replied with an eye roll but a small smirk was playing at her lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kurt staring at him with an annoyed expression. Aside from wanting to kiss that grimace off his gorgeous face, he also wanted to help put a smile on the boy's face. This thought path was broken as the teacher began teaching.
About halfway through people around him began moving about and it was then that Blaine realized he had zoned out. Well shit. He leaned into the girl next to him, "What the fuck are we supposed to be doing right now?"
He heard a snort next to him, "Please you think I was paying attention?" She asked, before Blaine could answer, an angel's voice interrupted,
"Lucky for you dumbasses some of us actually pay attention." Kurt scolded, Bline thought his attitude was unnecessary but for some reason, couldn't bring himself to call him out on it, for fear of hurting the boy's feelings.
Clearly, the girl didn't feel the same concern, "Hummel chill out what is with you today?"
Blaine felt the need to chime in now, "Maybe a good lay will calm you down." Blaine purred, "I know just the guy." He saw Kurt's cheeks flush but other than that, the boy showed nothing to prove he'd heard him.
"So, what you guys failed to hear was we are working on our Inca worksheet that we got last week." The cyan eyes turned to him, "Sucks that you don't have one and can't work with us."
Blaine felt a little disappointed that he quickly brushed away. "Oh don't work I don't mind sharing." The girl said with a wink, the double meaning heavy in her voice. At her words Kurt had a flash of something like jealousy cross his beautiful face. Hope-filled Blaine's heart, but he inwardly scoffed, he didn't care how this kid felt about him, he just wanted a quick fuck and be on his merry way.
The trio began working and finished surprisingly quickly due to their all-around smarts. After finishing the girl began grilling both of them on the aspects of their "relationship" while Kurt was choosing to ignore her, Blaine thought it was funny and decided to play along. They went back and forth talking about sexual fantasies all the way to favorite positions. Kurt seemed to be stained a permanent red during the course of the conversation. Blaine couldn't say his body wasn't reacting though, his semi hard-on was growing harder as he began picturing Kurt in his bed, if he didn't deal with this sooner than later, it was going to turn embarrassing.
"While I am fully enjoying this conversation, I'm going to need to go relieve myself, feel free to join me gorgeous." Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, loud enough for the girl next to him to hear but no one else. With nothing else, Blaine got up and left the classroom, ignoring the teacher's words to come back. As he left the classroom, he heard Santana pushing Kurt to follow him.
Hearing Blaine freely talk about his sexual fantasies was really getting Kurt going, he chose not to join in in fear of death by embarrassment. Although he felt the blush burning his face as he pictured him and Blaine recreating some of Blaine's thoughts. Mainly the ones including a blindfold. Fuck he shouldn't have thought that, pictures of Blaine tied to his bed blindfolded clouded his mind and he tried his best to push them out.
When he felt Blaine's warm breath on his neck and face Kurt had to restrain from coming right then and there. He wanted to join him with his whole being but that wasn't going to happen. No way was he going to throw himself around and completely disregard his father's words.
Disregarding Santana's persuasion to go follow Blaine and "get his wank on'' Kurt sat in his chair and willed his erection to dissipate. Who talks about sex that much in the middle of history?
After another painful 10 minutes, even harder knowing Blaine was most likely touching himself during that time, Kurt was finally dismissed by the bell and headed home.
Kurt laid down in bed that night, slowly snaking his hand into his pajama pants and grasping his length. Kurt moaned as he slowly stroked up and down, thoughts of Blaine filled his mind.
What he didn't know was, Blaine was doing the same thing with Kurt filled thoughts across town.