A/N: Hello! Aren't you proud of me? Two chapters in less than a week! I'm going to update Like Lightning tomorrow, the second to the last chapter of Feeling Wanted and a new story with a famous Blaine and his Kurt look-a-like lover! Oh my... I'm on a roll! Anyways, on to the story!
Disclaimer: Probably the same as a lot of other ones... Something along the lines of: "Not mine."
Enjoy!
Kurt took a deep calming breath, clutching at the strap of his bag till his fingers felt numb. Something as easy as going to his locker and changing out books should not be this traumatizing for him, but it was. It was the only place in the hallways that he was required to stay in one spot for an extended period of time, making his locker the target place to catch Kurt.
He took in another breath and peaked around the corner to scout out his locker, though he was really looking at the people, making sure a certain person was not around. He had made it through the day so far without an incident, and he was not about to give that up over a little carelessness. Kurt had glanced him a few times during the day in the halls but it was only for a few seconds before the frightened teen had made his quick escape to prevent any unnecessary contact with the other boy that he was so desperately trying to avoid.
Luckily, this may be his chance to get the books he needed for his afternoon classes, because He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless was nowhere in sight.
Kurt released the breath he did not realize he had been holding and stepped forward to round the corner and bolt to his locker when a voice right next to his ear stopped him—
"So you are avoiding me."
—and may have scared him, but he certainly did not squeak.
Nope. Not at all.
He whipped around to face the offender, a glare already in place. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Aw, you make the cutest noises sometimes." Blaine grinned, his eyes going dark, "Makes me wonder what kind of noises you make in bed." And of course, when Kurt's mouth dropped open at the statement, Blaine just grinned more, finger coming up to brush against the bottom of Kurt's chin. "Ideas, beautiful. So many ideas."
"Ha," the other teen scoffed and shut his mouth, moving his head away from Blaine's hand while rolling his eyes. "Unbelievable." Kurt turned back around and continued to his locker, whirling in his combination and practically throwing the door open.
"Come on, beautiful," Blaine said in mock placation, "don't be mad at how sexy you are! Some people just can't help it."
Kurt gave the shorter teen a withering look, "Not even in your dreams, Anderson."
Blaine smirked, "Ah, but that's where you're wrong." He leaned forward into Kurt's space and continued forward when Kurt leaned back slightly, dropping his voice down to a whisper, "In my dreams, you're so unbelievably sexy, it's hard to think you're even real—" his eyes moved down from Kurt's face, looking him over like Kurt did a McQueen outfit, hungry and wanting, "—but here you stand. Flesh and blood." Blaine took another step closer, "Also..." his voice dropped lower, as if this was the juiciest secret in the world and he did not even want to share it with Kurt, but he was going to anyway, "you're incredibly... bendy."
"Oh my—you just—jerk—I can't even—infuriating—ugh!" Kurt forced an end to his tirade because he was not really getting anywhere and Blaine was just finding the whole thing funny.
"No, don't stop. It's adorable—you're adorable," Blaine said, smiling.
And that made Kurt turn his face away from the other boy so that he would not see him blush. The flirting and dirty words he could handle, he could even take the back-handed insults, but the blatant sweetness in the compliments that Blaine Anderson had been directing towards Kurt since the incident at the Valentine's day booth—those just made his knees weak and fanned the torch that he was holding for the shorter teen. He had hoped that his crush was just a silly school girl thing that he was sure half the female population of the McKinley already had on Blaine, despite him being gay.
But now, Kurt was not so sure it was going to stay a silly little crush.
What a way to get his heart broken, though.
"So why are you avoiding me?" Blaine asked, "Is it because you don't want to kiss me? Because you seemed to like it that first time; and I catch you looking at me sometimes like I'm some... featured outfit in Vogue."
And now Kurt was sure he would die of blood loss due to blushing, Sweet Lady Gaga, I can hear the MuckRaker titles now!
Blaine leaned closer to him, a hand reaching up and gently taking Kurt's chin and turning his face back, golden caramel eyes taking in as much as his face that he could glance before the silence got awkward—the shorter teen only smiled. "So you do like me kissing you."
Kurt pushed his hand away but did not break his gaze, "You're so full of yourself."
"That doesn't tell me 'no'," Blaine shot back.
"No, no it doesn't."
And so Kurt's defense mechanism caused him to reveal his feelings to the actual boy his feeling are for. Perfect, just perfect.
Idiot. Idiot. Idi—
—and now, Blaine was kissing him. Just a brief little brush of lips, but it was a kiss. Before Kurt could make some sort of joke about it being their second one though, the shorter teen leaned in again for another and another... and another. Kissing Kurt until Blaine was not even separating their lips, brushing his tongue against Kurt's bottom lip and sucking at it, causing Kurt to gasp.
"Break it up, Gay Wonder Twins!" A voice, that anyone who had ever met Sue would not doubt that it would be anyone else, yelled at them.
Which she had done apparently in passing, seeing as she had Dave Karofsky by the collar of his letterman.
...and Kurt would have found this amusing, had he not known that dragging Karofsky into the office would do no good, no matter what he did.
The bully, like many of his teammates, could have done a million different things to get him in trouble, but it would not make a difference on how he would be punished; because there would be none. Not a single football player would ever get punished as long as the team was winning.
More than anything, that scared Kurt, because there was no repercussions to anything that Karofsky wanted to inflict on him. That was why Kurt was trying every tactic he could come up with to avoid coming into contact with anyone wearing a letterman, Karofsky especially. Even more so after the attack in the locker room. His shoulders were still bruised from the gratings on the lockers and Kurt considered himself lucky that he had only got punched once, and that had been on the cheek rather than his eye, which would have been harder to cover up and would have taken a lot longer to heal.
He still flinched when Karofsky was near. No matter how many people were around, no matter what or who was between them, it did not matter if Karofsky was even looking his way or not, Kurt was terrified.
A hand cupped his shoulder gently, startling Kurt into looking at the teen still next to him and away from blatantly not look at Karofsky as Sue dragged him passed. As soon as Kurt's gaze met Blaine's, the other boy suddenly knew. His eyes darkened to a burnt hazel, gaze slipping passed Kurt to glare after the offending teen.
"What did he do?" Blaine asked, voice low and slightly gravely.
Kurt swallowed and let his head fall forward, leaning into his locker space until his side was pressed uncomfortably against the open door. Maybe he was hoping if he drew enough into himself that Blaine would drop the whole thing.
"Kurt."
Apparently not, he thought, chuckling at the irony.
"He was supposed to be leaving you alone," Blaine muttered, moving in close to the taller teen. "I warned him."
Now, it was Kurt's turn to glare, at Blaine, "What in Gaga's name are you talking about?"
Blaine rolled his eyes, "I told him a couple of months ago to leave you alone."
"Told?" Kurt mocked, turning toward the other teen because there was a lot that was not being said.
The teen dropped his head back and huffed in frustration, "Okay! There might of been some punches thrown."
Kurt blinked, thinking back, then gasped, "Is that the week that Karosky couldn't play in the game because of his black eyes?"
Blaine just shrugged, looking bored.
"That was Home Coming!" Kurt exclaimed, barely able to keep it above a whisper, because McQueen forbid that someone over heard that. "We barely won that game."
Blaine rolled his eyes again, "Why do you care?"
Kurt laughed, drawing the other teen's attention, "I don't. Finn and Rachel dragged me to the game and I spent most of it laughing at Karosky sitting on the side-field—"
"Side-lines. You being on the team once should know that."
"Whatever," Kurt waved him off, "It was hilarious. I had always wondered what happened..." He laughed lightly before looking back into his locker thoughtfully, "Why?"
"'Why', what?" Blaine shot back.
"Don't play dumb," Kurt said plainly, "Why did you tell him to leave me alone?"
As Blaine remained quiet, Kurt refused to look at him, afraid that he would fall that much more in love with the bad boy (with an apparent bad temper) for attempting to protect him—that was until he felt like he was being treated like a damsel in distress that did not know how to protect himself; which would have made more upset, until he remember the locker room incident and let those feeling fade. Kurt had taken a chance to stand up for himself, and he had it literally thrown back in his face, along with a fist.
So maybe Kurt would let Blaine have this one, but just this once. He could not have the other teen thinking that Kurt could be pushed around and coerced into being kissed—Oh, wait, that was actually happening... right now.
Kurt pushed the shorter teen away, "Stop that!"
Blaine just smirked, "Why? We've got three hundred and fifty nine more to go! That's a lot of ground to cover."
"Stop changing the subject," Kurt huffed, finally pulling out the book he needed for class, which he was sure already started.
Blaine shrugged again, "Can't blame a guy for trying."
"Answer me."
"You know," Blaine leaned back into the lockers, "I asked you why you were avoiding me first."
Kurt glared, "What a way to avoid answering me... and I wasn't, by the way. I've been avoiding Karofsky."
"Yeah," the other teen prompted, "Why's that?"
"Hey, no. I answered your question, you answer mine."
Blaine rolled his eyes before pushing off the lockers to stretch. "I told him to stop his pigtail pulling because I was first in line," he said simply and turned to walk off.
Kurt stared after him, confused, and called after the other teen, "Wait! What does that even mean?"
The other teen just waved his hand as he continued to walk away.
Seriously, bad boys are not worth the trouble, Kurt thought, slamming his locker shut, I just wish my stupid heart would pick up on that... It really is such a useless organ.
A/N: Okay, so this one was a little longer, but not much. I think it flowed better leaving it off here rather than earlier. Besides, who would complain about getting more when you were already getting some?
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! I think this might be my next favorite story! Tell me what you think!
Also, thanks for all of the lovely reviews, it really encouraged me to pump this one out!
Until next time,
Anjel Starlight