A/N: Guys I am really sorry about the delay. School and exams and family and basically life got in the way. This is, as promised, part two. I'm sorry for any mistakes. I had to get this out before I leave for a month long holiday in another country with no internet access. This is not the last part in the story, promise! So yeah, please enjoy.
Oh and to the one review saying I spelt arse wrong: I live in Australia. It's how we spell it :)
That Monday at school, Blaine was unsure what to do. Sunday had passed in a flurry of awkward goodbyes and not being sure what to do. After they had... finished in Blaine's car, Kurt had towed it back to the garage in a tense silence. When they had gotten then Blaine had dithered on the spot for a moment before announcing he was going to walk back to his Mum's, and Kurt could tell him at school when the car was done. With that, he had hurried out of the garage, his mind spinning. What were he and Kurt now? They weren't even friends to begin with. Why did all of this have to be so complicated? Blaine slammed his locker door shut in frustration.
"What's got your knickers in a twist, Hobbit?" Santana raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow.
"Nothing." Blaine ground out, attempting to hobble off before Santana could follow him. He'd been walking like a wounded animal, thanks to Kurt.
"Woah. Woah. Woah. Hold up, hobbit. You have a sex limp!" Santana laughed and caught up to him.
"Who has a sex limp?" Mercedes interjected from where she had walked up on Blaine's other side.
"I didn't think you got sex limps anymore." Tina laughed from Mercedes' other side.
"Not me. Gay hobbit has a sex limp, just look at him." Santana eyed him as he struggled along, as did the other girls.
"Oh my god, Blaine! You totally have a sex limp! Who was it?" Tina clapped excitedly.
"No one. It's nothing. Just drop it." Blaine spat between clenched teeth.
"Come on, Blaine. Don't we get to know who fucked you?" Santana grinned devilishly.
"No! No one fucked anyone! It's nothing." Blaine continued on to Glee as the girls walked behind him. A loud gasp sounded.
"It was Kurt, wasn't it? He's the only other out gay guy. You totally got fucked by McKinley High's residential bad boy!" Santana clapped in joy.
"Ok, fine. Kurt and me fucked. Happy? Great. Awesome." Blaine stormed into Glee and took a seat, fuming silently. Really, it wasn't the girls' fault that he was so pissed off. He just didn't know what to do, how to act around Kurt. That and his Dad was still being a douche and refusing to pay child support so his Mum had to work night shifts, leaving Blaine by himself. Usually he wouldn't mind, but it was really starting to take a toll on Blaine when all he wanted was so human interaction.
Blaine heard Mercedes sit down beside him, but refused to look at her. He knew if he did, they would end up talking and he would end up exploding again. And he really, really didn't want to lose friends this soon into his time at McKinley.
"Blaine, I'm sorry." Mercedes murmured, placing a hand on his arm. "We were just poking fun, you know that right? That and… and we still worry about him. Kurt, I mean." Blaine looked over at her, she was smiling softly. "Who knows, maybe now you could get him to rejoin Glee." She let out a soft laugh.
"Yeah, maybe." Blaine said hesitantly, unsure of whether he would actually be able to make that happen.
After a rather… interesting Glee lesson where Mr. Shue had tried to impart some life lesson based on his own life Blaine went back to his locker. When Blaine closed his locker door, he hadn't expected Kurt to be standing there, his glasz eyes boring into Blaine's.
"Um… Hi." Blaine had no idea what to do in this situation.
"Hey babe." Kurt grinned. Babe? What was that? Was that a pet name? Were they dating? Or was that just something that Kurt said to everyone? Shit, he was staring. Say something, Blaine, anything!
"What are we?" Blaine asked in a rush.
"Well, I'm a gay guy, and you're a gay guy. So we should hook up more often." Kurt ran his tongue across his lips slowly.
"Just because I'm gay, it doesn't mean I want to fuck you at every given opportunity." Blaine bit out, frustration rising again.
"Last time I checked, that is precisely what we did on the weekend." Kurt leered.
"You know what? This weekend was a mistake. It may not mean anything to you, but I lost my fucking virginity to you, Kurt. It was supposed to be special but instead it was just me fucking up again, with someone who is apparently an even bigger fuck up than me." Blaine's eyes flashed with anger as he stormed off, entering the nearest bathroom.
Jesus fucking Christ. Kurt had never wanted any of this to happen. He had originally gone to Blaine's locker to apologise, but all of a sudden all of his defenses went up and there he was, running his mouth again. Why couldn't he just have a normal conversation with the boy? Every time Kurt opened his mouth around Blaine he found all of his defenses going back up and he became an ignorant arse. Kurt let out a frustrated sigh before following after Blaine, when he entered the bathroom he found Blaine, once again, hunched over a sink with water running down his face. But this time it was free of slushie, this time it was just full of anguish and anger. Blaine looked up and saw Kurt, anger and hurt flash in his eyes.
"What do you want, Kurt? I'm not going to fuck you again, OK? Whatever this fucked up thing was, it's done. I don't want any part of it. So please, please can you just leave me alone?"
"Blaine… Blaine, I-I'm… sorry." Kurt said softly, taking a step towards Blaine.
"Sorry for what? The fact that you no longer have a fuck buddy?" Blaine spat back.
"I'm sorry that I fucked up so badly. I'm sorry that I treated you like you meant nothing." Kurt avoided Blaine's eyes, unable to bear the anger aimed at Kurt contained within them.
"Saying sorry isn't just going to magically fix everything." A small amount of anger had disappeared from Blaine's words.
"I know. But I'm trying to make this better. I just… I never meant to be this way with you. Like, sure I did at first, but not after a while because you actually seemed kind of nice and you're one of the only people to talk to me since… well since I changed. And it felt nice. But I didn't know what to do and my barriers kept going up and so I'd just fuck up even further and wreck everything with you." Kurt rambled when he was nervous. Now was one of those times. He awkwardly looked down at his shoes. "I understand if you hate me but please, please just give me a second chance. I promise that this… this isn't me." Kurt finished lamely. There was a nerve wracking silence for a moment.
How could Blaine say no to that? It felt like Kurt was exposing his whole freekin' soul to Blaine. But still, what he did hurt."I don't know if I'm ready to forgive you yet. But… I'll try." Blaine flashed Kurt a small smile. They stood there in another silence before Blaine spoke again. "Your friends still care about you, you know. It may not seem like it, but they do. They all want you back in Glee club." There, see? Blaine was doing what Mercedes said.
Kurt let out an indignant snort. "They didn't care about me before, why should they care about me now?"
"They do care, Kurt, that's the thing. Whatever you, or they, did wrong, they want to fix it." Blaine closed the gap between himself and Kurt, searching in his eyes for something, anything.
"They didn't care then, they don't care now." Sadness and hurt flashed quickly across Kurt's eyes, before disappearing again.
"Kurt. I know they care about you. Why do you say that don't?" Blaine gently asked.
"Because they didn't! Ok? They didn't know how to fix it or him or me and so they just kept suggesting I go to church or some bullshit and they knew I wasn't comfortable with that and the only times they spoke to me, they were saying that I should go to this church or pray to this god or see this counselor. They didn't help me, Blaine, they just made everything worse." Tears built up in Kurt's eyes.
"Kurt, what are you talking about?" Blaine gently ran a hand across Kurt's cheek.
"My father, Blaine. He died, OK? And I wasn't… I couldn't stop it from happening! It's all my fault! And he's gone and I'm alone. And none of them knew what to do so they distanced themselves from me. So I just fucking closed off and wanted to be this big dangerous bad boy so I smoked and I got into fist fights and got angry at teachers and skipped school and everyone just wrote it off as stress from his death but none of them wanted to help me because none of them wanted to deal with my fucking mess!" Kurt was crying and yelling by this point.
"What will going back to Glee club do? None of them want me there. It won't bring back my Dad, or my Mum. I'll still be alone." When Blaine's arms circled around Kurt, he broke down, clutching at Blaine's shirt and just sobbing. It was the first time he had really cried since his Dad's death. Sure, for the first few months when he came home to his empty house, he would cry. But he never really had anyone there for him who would hold him as he cried.
Kurt sobbed for what felt like hours, the whole time his hands were clenched tightly around Blaine's t-shirt, and Blaine's arms were wrapped tightly around him. When Kurt finally pulled away he took in a few deep, shuddering breaths until his tears subsided. No one had held him like that since his Dad had died. No one had actually cared enough to stick around and help him when he desperately needed it. When Kurt caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror he let out a shout of laughter, his hair was askew, his eyes were swollen, his face was red and blotchy and he had eyeliner all down his face.
"Attractive. I can totally see why all the guys go for me." Kurt smiled weakly, his voice was scratchy and hoarse.
"Let's clean you up," Blaine smiled back at Kurt, leading him over to the sink before wetting a paper towel and gently wiping his face.
"I'm sorry. For unloading all of that onto you." Kurt awkwardly avoided Blaine's gaze.
"You shouldn't be sorry, Kurt. It's good to let it all out. It's OK to get emotional sometimes." Blaine continued gently wiping the make up off Kurt's face.
"But I don't get emotional, that's the thing." Kurt rolled his eyes slightly. After that they sat in silence, Blaine using gentle wipes to get the make up off of Kurt's face. When they were done Kurt grinned at Blaine. "You've got quite a set of hands on you, Mr. Anderson." He laughed.
"Hey. No, we're not doing any of that now." Blaine eyed him sternly.
"Why not? We've already our first class. Why not just skip school with me?" Kurt gave Blaine a devilish grin.
"Because I don't know what we are, Kurt. I don't know if we're together or not or if we're friends or fuck buddies, I don't know anymore." Blaine ran his hands through his hair in a nervous manner. Shit, he really had Kurt there. Even Kurt didn't know what to say. Sure, he acted like the big bad wolf but he never fucked a guy, and even the guys he messed around with didn't want a relationship out of it all. "And I am most certainly not going to skip school with you until I have some form of label for our relationship?" Blaine continued, giving Kurt a stern look.
"Ah, but you are willing to skip school with me? What a horrible influence I'm being on you. Maybe I'll have to… spank you for it later." Kurt sidled closer to Blaine.
"Stop deflecting. I am not letting you do anything of the sort until you answer the question." His cheeks were flared red with a blush as he took a step away from Kurt.
"Christ, I don't know what we are, Blaine. Why can't we just have fun and leave it at that? Why do we have to label everything?" Kurt avoided Blaine's gaze. How did one approach this situation? "Oh hey, we fucked on the weekend and I totally think you're sex on a stick, let's do this more often." No, shit just did not work out like that.
Why was he even asking all these questions? God, Blaine, what is wrong with you? Why can you not just appreciate the fact that for once in your life a boy is actually interested in you? No. No, he had to have his questions answered. He wasn't just going to keep fucking Kurt without any form of label on them.
"Because you took my virginity, Kurt, and last time I checked, that actually meant something to me. I don't go around fucking other guys when I feel like it. You might do that, but I don't." Blaine knew that was a mistake as soon as he said it, anger flared up behind Kurt's eyes.
"Excuse me? Since when did you have any fucking right to say anything like that? I never said that I fucked other guys, Blaine, and I never said that you had to fuckme. That was your decision, not mine. So don't go blaming me for your stupid fuckups." Kurt's blue eyes were shining with anger, the remnants of his eyeliner making his eyes stand out even further. "You may think that just because I had a stupid, weak moment in front of you, and that you now know me inside and out but you don't.You don't know anything so why don't you fuck off back to your stupid little prep school and leave me alone." Kurt stormed out of the bathroom, leaving a very confused and upset Blaine in his wake.
Kurt stomped down the empty hallway, his boots making a loud clack-ing sound that echoed off the walls. Why was it when Blaine was around, he always seemed to be storming out of bathrooms? Kurt pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, letting out a sigh of frustration before lighting it. God, Blaine just got under his skin. He automatically assumed that he knew everything about Kurt, just because they had fucked. Like, sure Kurt had never had sex with anyone before and yes, Blaine did turn out to know quite a bit about Kurt, but he didn't have to act like such a stuck up prat. Kurt heard the pounding of footsteps behind him, he conscientiously ignored them, turning the corner and taking a long drag of his cigarette.
"Kurt, Kurt wait. Please, Kurt. That's not what I meant." Blaine footsteps were coming increasingly closer. Kurt just rolled his eyes and kept walking, students now looking with mingled curiosity at the two boys skipping class in the middle of the hallway.
"Kurt just stop, please. Please, Kurt! I didn't mean it like that." Blaine's tone was becoming increasingly desperate as Kurt got further annoyed. He spun around, anger flashing across his features.
"Then how did you mean it, Blaine? You basically called me a slut. You do not know a fucking thing about me so stop pretending like you do. You've been here a whole week and you act like you are God's fucking gift. So just, drop it, OK? Having sex with you was just a stupid mistake." Kurt stubbed out his cigarette and went to walk off but Blaine's hand grabbed at his wrist and pulled him back.
Anger bubbled up inside, first starting in his stomach and then bubbling up and spreading all over his body. He promised himself that he wouldn't get angry, but obviously that plan was about to go to hell.
"You need to drop the fucking bad boy act, Kurt. Because you're not. You're not tough, or brave, you're just a boy pretending to be a man. I know what you're actually like, Kurt, and it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. You're an insecure 17 year old who thinks that his life sucks and everybody hates him. Well guess what? Life sucks, that's how it goes. And the reason why people do hate you is because you are a stuck up dick who thinks that everything should be handed to him on a silver platter. And that's never going to happen to because if you keep acting like this, people will hate you for the rest of your life. Man up and get on with your life, stop blaming the world for your problems." Blaine's glared at Kurt, Kurt's bright blue eyes staring right back. They were cold, and if looks could kill Blaine would be dead a million times over. By now almost every student in their classroom along the hall were trying to get a glimpse at what was happening. Clearly the two boys have an argument was far more interesting than whatever they were learning.
Kurt took a step closer to Blaine so that their chests were practically touching. "I'm sorry, what? Stop acting like you own the fucking world, Blaine, you don't," his voice was a low growl, both of the boys were heaving in breaths. "You know why I hate my life Blaine? Most of my family has disowned me for being gay, the whole fucking town has hated me since I was a kid, just because I was gay. I used to get thrown in dumpsters, slushied, thrown against lockers and basically just abused every single fucking day because I'm gay. The only people that understood were my parents. And you know what happened to them, Blaine? My parents are deadand there was nothing I could do to stop it. I live on my own. Every night I have to go back to that fucking empty place, and know that basically, this is the rest of my life. A cold, empty house. So excuse me for being fucking bitter about it." Both boys were glaring at each other, tension sparking between them. God damn it, Blaine, stop being so hot, Kurt all but groaned in frustration, I am supposed to be pissed at you, I am not supposed to be thinking about fucking you again.
The sight of Kurt so angry was not supposed to be turning Blaine on; he was not supposed to be getting this uncomfortable hardness in his pants. He was supposed to be pissed at Kurt for being a major dickhead.Bad Blaine. Focus on your anger, not your arousal. "People die all the time; you're not so special because you lost both your parents. You need to learn how to grow up and cope with it. Stop acting like everyone is out to get you, they just want to help and all you're doing is locking them out." Blaine let out a snort of a breath through his nose, trying to quell his growing problem. To be honest, Blaine was still rather pissed off at Kurt, but he did feel bad for him too. Blaine seemed to be the only person in a very long time who actually spoke to him like an actual human being. Yet here Blaine was, turning on Kurt, making him once again feel horrible.
Kurt's fists clenched at his sides in anger. "My father was the only person that stood up for me, Blaine. The only person in this whole god dammed town who seemed to come to the realisation that just because I'm gay, that doesn't mean I'm a monster." Kurt wanted to walk away; he desperately just wanted to storm away right then. But he couldn't, there was something like a magnetic pull keeping him there, keeping him close to Blaine. Stop thinking about fucking him. Kurt, stop it. Stop thinking about Saturday and how you guys had sex and how hot he was and oh my god he is so hot. So god damned hot. Why are we not having sex? No! Kurt! Stop it. Behave! Kurt's mental war raged on as the boys continue to glare at each other, that was until Kurt noticed Blaine's… problem. He let out a soft groan and suddenly their lips were crashing together. Wanting, begging for more, closer, more, more, more. Their hands were everywhere, in their hair, on their backs, on their arms. They pulled apart, both panting and flushed red.
"Come on, we're going to my house." With that, Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him down the hallway and out of the school.
The drive to Kurt's house was a tense and quiet one. It was neither tense or quiet in a bad way, on the contrary is was a rather good silence. The air was thick with the sexual tension and lingering anger between the boys, and neither of them wanted to say something and then end up babbling and ruin the mood. When Kurt pulled up (in Blaine's car) at his house, Blaine took a moment to appreciate it. It was a moderately sized brick house, with a flourishing front garden, containing plants that Blaine would probably never know the name of.
Kurt clambered out of the car and Blaine hurried to do the same. They all but ran to the front door as Kurt fumbled for the key. Blaine let out a groan of frustration and dropped his head onto Kurt's shoulder, his cock straining painfully against his zipper.
"Please, Kurt, hurry up or I may just be forced to fucking you here." Kurt let his head fall against the door with a soft thud as he finally got the key into the door.
"You can't just say that, Blaine." Kurt groaned, finally, finally, unlocking the door. As soon as both boys were in the house their lips were attached to each other in a fiery kiss.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips and pushed him up against the front door so hard that the handle rattled. He push his body up close to Kurt's so that ever inch of flesh was touching. One of Kurt's hands tangled in Blaine's hair while the other began to skillfully undo Blaine's jeans. Blaine hissed in relief as the pressure was taken off his now aching cock. Kurt broke away form the kiss, his irises now only a thin line against his lust blown pupils.
"I want to suck you off," his voice was low and gravely. Blaine let his head fall against Kurt's forehead and groaned.
"Yes. Please." Blaine managed out. Kurt gave him a wolfishly grin before leaning in to kiss him again, flipping them over so Blaine was the one against the door. He shoved Blaine's jeans further down his legs and pulled his underwear down. Blaine groaned as the cool air hit his cock, but that groan soon turned into one of pleasure as the tip of Kurt's tongue delicately licked the head of Blaine's cock. Slowly, Kurt wrapped his tongue around the top of Blaine's cock. Blaine let out mewls of pleasure as the mixture of the warmth and wetness of Kurt's tongue, with the cold and sharp twang of the piercing creating the most delicious blend of pleasure. When Kurt's mouth slowly began sink down on Blaine's cock, his hands quickly flew into Kurt's hair, tugging and twisting at it.
Blaine felt the familiar heat coiling in his stomach, feeling hotter and stronger than it ever had before."Kurt. Kurt, fuck, I'm so close." Blaine panted as Kurt's mouth began to bob up and down on his cock. Kurt mumbled something against Blaine's cock, cause the most amazing vibrations, as well as Kurt's tongue piercing to flick against Blaine's cock. Then he lost it, he was cumming harder than he had cum before. And Kurt just swallowed it, like he had been sucking cock since the day he had come out of the fucking womb. He pulled off Blaine, a small trickle of cum sliding down his chin.
Kurt slowly palmed himself through his jeans, watching as Blaine panted heavily against the front door, just staring at Kurt. "You're so fucking hot, Blaine. The things you do to me, oh my god. You walk around that school in those clothes that hug you in all the right fucking places and I just want to fuck you then and there." Kurt moaned loudly in pleasure as he came in his jeans. He laughed as Blaine tucked himself back into his jeans and basically fell down onto the floor next to Kurt and just lay there. "You alright there, stud?" Kurt snorted, gently brushing a curl out of Blaine's face.
"Mmm, quite," Blaine smiled contentedly.
"You know... if a relationship with you means a lot more of that, I may just be interested in one." Kurt smiled. Truth was, he really wanted to be with Blaine. He'd never had that. Never had someone who wanted to be with him. And Blaine was one of the first people to treat him like an actual human being and not just some nut job.
"Really?" Seeing Blaine's eyes light up in excitement warmed Kurt's heart.
"Really really." Kurt smiled.