Klaine Week Day 2 Prompt: Skank/Badboy AU. I decided to do a little something with Nerd!Blaine/Badboy!Kurt. Note the rating has changed to T for this one.
Since his freshman year, Blaine Anderson was known as the star student at McKinley High. He received straight A's, all the teachers adored him, and he had a plethora of extracurricular activities that kept colleges interested and impressed. Being a stellar student was not all it was cracked up to be, however, as Blaine's awkward appeal and lack of friends left with him with the persona of the biggest nerd to ever grace the halls of McKinley.
It wasn't until after the debate team meeting that Blaine realized he forgot his calculator in his AP calculus classroom. He ventured down the hall after hours until he reached Mr. Erikson's classroom. Seeing nobody, Blaine dashed into the classroom to retrieve his calculator from his desk in the front row. Right as he rotated back toward the door to leave, the sound of a throat clearing startled him.
When Blaine pivoted around to get a clear look at the source of the noise, his heart stopped. He first caught a glance of two large black boots propped up on the desk. Attached to those boots was none other then McKinley's resident bad boy, Kurt Hummel. Leaning dangerously far back in his chair and lazily working a toothpick between his teeth, Kurt eyed Blaine up and down. Blaine's apprehension was apparent because while he had never spoken two words to Kurt, the mysterious bad boy had always secretly intrigued him. Kurt, on the other hand, had never even acknowledged Blaine's existence.
Peering at Blaine from over the top of his boots, Kurt nodded his head in greeting. "Hey, sexy, you looking for something?"
Blaine was confused by Kurt's presence at first, but then realized that Mr. Erikson oversees detention on Tuesday afternoons. He was familiar with all of his favorite teachers' schedules. He gathered up all the courage he could muster and squeaked out a nervous "Hi." Not wanting to question why Kurt was here in detention, Blaine took one step closer to the doorway. "Well, I just needed my calculator, so I guess I'll be going now."
Right as he had clambered through the doorway he heard a quiet "hey, wait" in protest. Blaine halted and peeked back into the classroom to notice Kurt had removed himself from the chair he was previously sitting on. Hands sliding into the pockets of his leather jacket and teeth still clutching at the toothpick, he plodded towards Blaine. "Or, you know, you could stay." His smile was devious.
This was the first time they had spoken to each other, and Blaine could not repress the feeling of pure ecstasy he felt just knowing Kurt was talking to him. "Why would you want me to stay?" Blaine questioned, clearly puzzled.
Kurt shrugged. "Erikson went down to the library to make some copies. His sorry ass won't be back for at least another five minutes. Plus, this place is so damn boring. I need something to keep me occupied." Blaine shivered when Kurt brushed past him to shut the door. The faint click of the door locking evoked a barely audible gasp from Blaine.
When Blaine turned to face the door, Kurt was now directly in front of him, their faces inches from each other. Feeling the urge to say something, Blaine choked out, "We've never even spoken to each other."
To Blaine's surprise, Kurt giggled. "I have a rep I have to maintain, you know. I don't normally mingle with your crowd." He subtlety removed toothpick from between his teeth and tossed it lightly to the ground next to the trashcan. "But I secretly have always been interested in you. Your eyes and your lips. I've pictured what those lips would look like pressed against me. You know, I bet those lips would look great wrapped around my cock." Kurt clicked his teeth against his tongue, emphasizing the last word and causing Blaine to physically feel his jeans tighten.
Blaine rubbed his palms against his thighs in attempt to wipe the sweat off. "I, uh," he stammered. "I promised my mom I'd go straight home right after debate." He knew it was a stupid thing to say, but he couldn't think rationally when Kurt took another step forward and slowly pulled Blaine's bag away from his shoulder, dropping it on the floor.
The next movement was too sudden and unexpected, and Blaine was too much in shock to pull away when Kurt leaned in to capture his lips in an intense kiss. This was not the exact circumstance that Blaine had imagined his first kiss, although he may have admittedly had a few wet dreams about Kurt in the past.
Kurt immediately deepened the kiss, grabbing at Blaine's waist and forcing him closer. Blaine tensed up at the unfamiliar feeling of Kurt's obvious erection pressed against his thigh. When Kurt's tongue darted forward and demanded entrance into Blaine's mouth, Blaine decided to be bold. He parted his lips and let his calculator fall to the floor so he could place his hands innocently on Kurt's shoulders as Kurt's tongue ventured across Blaine's lips and teeth until it found Blaine's own tongue.
Kurt pulled away unexpectedly, and Blaine moaned at the unwanted loss of contact. He sighed when he felt Kurt's hot breath drift over his ear down the side of his neck. "You are so damn sexy," Kurt breathed against Blaine's neck, causing the blood from Blaine's head to travel directly south.
Gaining confidence, Blaine dove back in to meet Kurt halfway in another kiss. Blaine gasped and instinctually wrapped his legs securely around Kurt's waist when Kurt lifted him up and placed him on a nearby desk. Kurt was now situated in between Blaine's legs, giving him better access to jut his hips firm against Blaine's.
Blaine inhaled sharply at the feeling of Kurt's erection plain against his, but he admittedly enjoyed it. He relished in the pleasurable gasps and soft moans ejecting from Kurt's mouth, which was still fully against his. Blaine allowed Kurt to pull away and start mouthing at his jaw and neck as he felt himself getting closer.
If you had told Blaine Anderson two hours ago that the first time he got off at the mercy of someone else would be with Kurt Hummel in an abandoned classroom, he would have laughed in your face. Yet here he was, pressed up against Kurt Hummel, feeling the wetness of Kurt's lips on his neck and reaching orgasm, coming hard inside of his jeans. As he was coming down from what was clearly the most erotic experience of his life, he turned to look at Kurt who was smiling at him.
"Fuck, Anderson, that was one of the hottest things I have ever seen." Kurt winked at Blaine. "And believe me, I've seen a lot."
Still in complete shock, Blaine quickly gathered up his calculator and schoolbag before saying, "I really got to get going."
As he turned to leave, he thought of one more thing. "Are you going to be okay? With your…" Instead of finishing his thought, he gestured to Kurt's pants where he noticed Kurt's boner was still pressing against his jeans.
"I'll be fine," Kurt replied. Batting his eyes seductively at Blaine he added, "I need something to occupy my time during the rest of this damn hour."
Blaine's eyes widened. "Wait. You're going to do that? Here? What if Mr. Erikson sees?"
Kurt laughed. "Please, he's not going to be giving a rat's ass about me. He'll be too preoccupied grading papers or some shit. Besides, there is no way in hell that I'm going to be able to hold on much longer now that I know what you look like when you come."
Blaine blushed, ducking his head. "Okay, uh, thanks I guess. I should really get going."
As Blaine turned to leave, Kurt stopped him once again. "Hey, wait one more second." Kurt grabbed a post-it note and a pen from Mr. Erikson's desk and scribbled something upon it before handing it to Blaine. The last thing that Blaine expected to see on the post-it was a series of ten numbers. "It's my phone number," Kurt explained. "If you're ever in need for some more fun, just give me a call."
The encounter was left at that. Although Kurt's intentions were most likely crude and dirty, Blaine couldn't help but smile at the thought that this would most definitely not be their last interaction.