Woah look at me updating so soon. Anyway, poor Finn but it's okay because the boys had their first kiss, and, uh more. There a lot of swearing in this chapter and some violence so please continue at your own risk. Also idk how to word this but bad talk about god? Its not bad but our little Blaney has a bit of a mouth on him, please don't read if that is offensive to you.
In addition I wanted to ask if you'd rather have shorter chapters updated more often, or longer chapters not very ofter just let me know?
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Chapter 5: I don't mind putting on a show
"Dude what the hell is going on?"
"FINN." Kurt yelled throwing himself as far away from Blaine as possible. When Blaine's shock wore off, he looked thoroughly annoyed"
"Oh, look it's the human flagpole" Blaine snarled with an eye roll.
"Blaine shut u-" Kurt started, before getting interrupted by Finn.
"What did you just call me?" Finn growled, eyes clouded with anger, striding over to Blaine. If it wasn't such a serious situation, the height difference between the two would be almost laughable. But it wasn't because the two boys in front of him looked about ready to kill one another.
"Finn, Blaine, chill out." Kurt said glaring daggers at the pair.
"No I was so fucking close to making your hot nephew come all over his pretty little pants. Fuck it I'm so horny right now I don't mind putting on a show." Blaine said grabbing Kurt by the collar of his shirt and pushing him against the wall, grinding against him once more, disregarding Finn's face of absolute horror.
Kurt, even though he was so fucking close so wanted to, needed to push himself over the edge, but absolutely not in front of Finn, that's wrong on so many levels. He was about to push Blaine off him, but Finn beat him to it.
"What the Fuck dude get off him. Kurt doesn't need delinquents like you messing with his head."
"You fucking take that back you asshole." Blaine growled pouncing on Finn and pushing him against the wall. So far different from the careful lust filled way he did to Kurt before. "Shut the fuck up right now when you don't know what you're talking about. Your little brother was begging for it. God, I've never heard someone moan that way, like a little whore." Kurt thought he saw the briefest flicker of regret cross his features, but he couldn't see properly through the tears filling his own.
"W-what?" Kurt hated the way his voice cracked when he said that. He'd never felt more ashamed of himself. He did exactly what his dad told him not to and, in the end, gotten hurt. Maybe this was the universe's cruel way of telling him he'd never get a boyfriend.
"Kurt wai-" Blaine started, quickly cutting himself off "Fuck this I was just hoping for a little fun, your little virgin self didn't know any better" Blaine finished, walking out the doors to the hallway.
Kurt braced himself for Finn's endless questions to begin, they were bound to come seeing as he had just caught his blushing virgin step-brother and the schools local badboy having close to sex in the very public bathroom.
"What? Did- were you guys just- but you said-" Finn stuttered. Ah, here they are.
"What I said this morning was absolutely true, we're not getting married, Finn." Kurt tried to joke, but his forced smile didn't reach his eyes. He felt so betrayed. But it was all his fault, it's not like Blaine would ever be a romantic person, he knew from the start all he wanted was Kurt's virginity, nothing more.
"Can you please explain what was just happening? And if I need to beat that douche up, because I so happily will. Who calls someone a flagpole? That's just uncalled for." Finn grumbled.
"Sorry Finn, thanks for the thought but I don't really feel like talking right now, I think I'm gonna just go to class or something." Kurt sighed as he left the bathroom feeling like he had been run over by a truck, picked up, then thrown down a flight of stairs.
The thought of seeing Blaine made him want to throw up, so he decided to wait out first period and drown his sorrows in cheesecake at the local bakery.
Bang
Bang
Bang
"Fuck Fuck Fucking Christ I'm so fucking stupid!" Blaine yelled while continuing his assault with his fists on the locker room walls. "Jesus motherfucking Christ I ruin everything! Maybe just shut your goddamn mouth for once." He couldn't believe he said something that awful to the most beautiful angel in the entire universe, with eyes like pur- wait what? No, what he meant to say was he ruined a nice quick fuck with a little virgin. If only his asshole cousin or whatever didn't fuck it all up it would have happened. Blaine was not a delinquent he just had a fucked up life and no one to lean on.
It's not his fault everybody in his life sucks and is out to get him, aside from a few "friends" he picked up during his journey through his oh so magical life, people really suck. But Kurt might not. No that hopeful thinking is what made him the way he was. His walls were there for a reason, and no one, not even gorgeous boys with blue eyes that could probably help a ship lost at sea find its way home, would be able to tear them down.
Once he finished gorging himself with one too many cheesecakes, Kurt finally decided to brave the hellhole that is high school. Maybe after a nice walk around the park. No, he needed to suck it up and accept the fact that he wasn't going to get a boyfriend for the foreseeable future and should stop trying to force it.
After checking his phone for the time and ignoring the texts from Finn and other New Directions, he figured out it was about fourth period, woah he ate a lot of cheesecake.
Walking through the front doors into an empty hallway felt so wonky and weird, oh he's never skipped class. Woah, he feels like such a rebel. Oh, wait a rebel would never say that.
"Ok stop being weird and get to class." he said to himself.
"Oh look who it is, the little fairy." Kurt's blood ran cold as he heard the familiar voice of one Dave Karofsky. Karofsky has spent the last 5 years tormenting Kurt in every way possible. And by every way, that means every way. In 7th grade he stuck a giant wad of chewed up gum in Kurt's hair, it took 7 showers and a haircut for it to come out. In 9th grade he threw a literal chocolate cake on him. Where he got one? Kurt doesn't know either, but it happened. But this last year it got worse, a lot worse. He got physical. Before last year, Kurt just wanted to throw an angry cat at Karofsky every time he saw him, but now, he wants to run and hide. Now wasn't any different.
"What do you want Karofsky?" Kurt asked back, trying to keep calm and not let his fear show.
"What do I want?" He shot back menacingly, "I want you to stop being a little girl and stop trying to infect the whole school with your gross disease!"
"Oh, you mean my cough? I promise it's not anything spreadable, just a little hay fever allergy thing." Kurt bit back, he really couldn't ever step down from a battle, even when his heart was beating so fast and loud, he was sure everyone in Lima could probably hear it.
"Oh, you always have to be such a smart ass don't you?" Karofsky growled back, pushing him up against the lockers hard enough to surely leave a bruise. Kurt groaned on impact and wished he could for once keep his mouth shut.
"Yeah well, insulting assholes is my favorite pass time." Yeah, he really couldn't keep his mouth shut. Without any warning, Kurt felt a hard punch to his cheek. He hissed in pain and felt Karofsky pull his arm back most likely for another blow, but before he could Karofsky was ripped off him and slammed into the locker next to Kurt.
"You little bastard!" Wait Kurt knew that voice. After opening his eyes, quickly closing them due to the amount of pain that followed that action, and then re-opening them, he saw Blaine punch Karofsky directly on the nose. Too frozen in shock to make any proper decisions, he just watched the scene play out in front of him.
"Don't you fucking touch him again!" Blaine yelled slamming Karofsky against the lockers again.
"Your boyfriend better get off me before I-" Another punch to his stomach cut Karofsky off from speaking anymore.
"Or you'll what? Beat me up? Because," Blaine taunted while looking around the hallway, "I don't see anyone around and you don't seem to be holding up well on your own." Blaine grabbed the collar of Karofsky's shirt and need him in the groin before speaking again. "Since I'm not feeling heading back to juvie I'm gonna let you hobble out of here alive."
"Fuck y-" Karofsky started to growl out but was abruptly cut off once again.
"Oh tut tut," Blaine said while tapping Karofsky on the nose like a mother does when reprimanding a child, "I don't think I said you could talk, I was going to say I'll let you go on two conditions." Blaine said in such a snarky tone that Kurt almost laughed at it. "One, you never touch, never talk to, and never even so much as look at Kurt again." With this Kurt colored a deep shade of red. "And two, we never speak about this little chat, someone asks where you got that adorable little black eye," Blaine tapped Karofsky's already formed black eye with a little too much force, "You say you walked into a pole or something, you're dumb enough that people wont bat an eye at it."
"You're a fucking asshole, all this just to get in Hummel's pants? I should have known you were like him." Karofsky spit out. If Kurt was physically able to move, oh, and actually cared about Karofsky, he would slap a hand over his mouth because even though he was being defended, he was scarred of Blaine right now.
"Oh, I guess I lied," Blaine laughed out, eyes burning with so much fire it would make hades cower in fear, "You won't talk to me either, because if I have to hear your voice one more time, I don't think I'll be able to with strain myself from making that black eye so much worse. Now run along little buddy and get the fuck out of my sight." Blaine said ripping Karofsky away from the lockers and shoving him down the hallway. Once again, if Kurt wasn't frozen in fear, and if he didn't want to hit Blaine over the head with a chair for what he said about him, he might find this whole thing very hot. But he did hate Blaine, so he was able to easily swallow that feeling down.
Once Karofsky was fully gone, Blaine started in. "How long has that dick been messing with you?"
"Oh yeah, like you care." Kurt brushed him off, starting his walk down the hallway to the bathroom to see how bad his cheek looked.
"What Baby, why wouldn't I? That guy can't get away with just harassing people he's got a crush on." Well, that sure made Kurt stop.
"One, don't you dare fucking call me that! And two, are you stupid? I already know you an asshole, but a stupid asshole doesn't work for anyone. Karofsky is so far from gay that's almost laughable." Kurt said, while still keeping his distance from Blaine but turning around to face him.
"Baby I'm good at reading a room, that guy is a closeted asshole who's in love with you and taking his fear out on you." Blaine replied with such easy that it made Kurt's blood boil. He felt all his anger rushing to the surface.
"Disregarding your obviously far from the truth claim, are you like bipolar or something because honestly I don't know what's going on in your head but stay away from me while you figure it out." Kurt bit out, turning away from Blaine and continuing his journey down the hall. He made it 3/4ths of the way there before he heard footsteps running after him.
"Oh, you're mad about what I said in the bathroom I see." Blaine said snaking an arm around Kurt's waist. As much as it pained him to think, he felt tingles shoot from the contact. "Sorry I'll admit that could be taken badly." Kurt once again got snapped back into reality. He heard Blaine's hurtful words rattling around his head and felt like he got hit with a bag of bricks. He ripped away from Blaine's arm and ran into the bathroom. Fully missing the hurt look Blaine stared after him with.
He looked in the mirror and winced as he noticed his already bruised face. He washed his face with his emergency cleanser and was beginning to pat his face dry when he heard the door swing open.
"Oh my god, what does it take you for you to leave me alone?" Kurt yelled blindly at the door patting his face dry.
"Calm your tits Hummel it's me." Santana teased, although no malice was present in her voice.
"What do you want Satan? And why are you in the boy's bathroom?" Kurt questioned turning around to face her.
"For fun," She said rolling her eyes, "I may but a heartless bitch most of the time, but you obviously are having some issues and need someone."
"Who sent you? Was it Finn?" Kurt questioned angrily, he didn't need help he needs to get to class before his dad found out.
"No I sensed your moodiness in my Mexican third eye"
The door flung open as Blaine waltzed in.
"Mr. Anderson please get to your class immediately unless you show me a hall pass right now!" Santana's fourth period teacher called out. With hobbit's last name being said, which she only just found out from Hummel on Friday, her head turned toward the door with a questioning glance.
"You," He pointed toward Santana, "Boy's bathroom now, and don't flatter yourself we're not getting it on no matter how much you may want this." He teased good-heartedly while simultaneously gesturing toward his groin, speaking loud enough for the whole class to hear.
"Santana don't you dare walk out that door, I don't need you kids getting up to any more shenanigans!" Her teacher called out her features washing over with anger.
"Sorry I'm needed." Santana said packing up her things and following him out the door. This better be good she thought to herself as she headed into the bathroom.
Kurt knew she was lying but didn't care enough to grill her on it, she was right he wasn't at his best. Even though he hated himself for it, little bad boy Blaine, that he's only known for about a week, impacted his life so much more than it should.
Santana stayed with him up until the lunch bell, never asking what happened or anything about it, just existing next to him while he covered his face in emergency concealer. Oh, how he loved his friends.
After saying bye to Santana with a tight hug, which surprised Kurt, given Santana's hard exterior, but nonetheless helped immensely.
Since it was Monday, his other block day, and he had "accidentally" skipped 2 of them, he only had math left. Which was a boring class that he daydreamed through because McKinley's classes were far from challenging.
As normal he slipped through math with no difficulties, as the bell for home rang he packed up his things and left the class while heading for his car. After getting his things at his locker he walked through the halls, and his breath fully left his body as he made eye contact with Karofsky. He braced himself for the inevitable attack, but much to his surprise Karofsky dropped his gaze to the floor and turned the other way. Woah that was weird. But as he pondered why, thoughts of Blaine flooded through his mind. Anger, fear, lust, thanks, and even joy were banging around his brain as he continued to remember how Blaine was able to protect him from years of Karofsky's tormenting in less than 20 minutes. But was also able to make Kurt feel as though he was thrown down a large mountain in less than 5. This kid would definitely be the death of him.