Chapter 3:

"Hey... Blaine.. Wake up." Jared shook Blaine lightly on his shoulders. He moaned loudly. "Come on, my mom made us breakfast." Blaine sat up quickly, eager to eat. He sat up too quickly, causing him to scream. Pain was shooting from his butt to his head. He laid back down gripping his arms tightly. "Hey, don't do that. Here take these pills. Looks like you are taking your first hangover pretty well."

Jared sat Blaine up and gave him two tylenol pills and a glass of water. Blaine took them without hesitation. "What happened last night?" He placed the empty glass on the dresser next to... Bloody tissues?

"Eh, nothing really. We came home, got drunk, and had sex. Oh and we didn't even finish our movie!" Jared began putting some sweat pants and tank top on while he was talking. Blaine started choking.

"What!? We... What?" He all but yelled at Jared.

"Uh, we didn't finish our movie." He started to brush through his hair, deciding to wear it back off his face.

"No... No before that!"

"Hmm.. We got drunk and we had sex." He turned around and looked at a frightened Blaine. "What? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Blaine whimpered a little, eyes getting red, tears flowing down his face. "What's... What's wrong Blaine?" Jared sat at the end of the bed, trying to grab Blaine's hands, put he yanked them back.

"How- You took my virginity! We had sex, and you're so calm! How can you be so calm?" Blaine threw his hands up in anger.

"Well, it wasn't my first time, Blaine. I'm a senior now. You think I had sex just now?" He pulled the covers off of Blaine. He frowned. "okay, sorry i said that." He was naked under an there were blood spots everywhere on the bed. He helped Blaine up and helped him get dressed.

"It wasn't... Who was your first then, and how come you haven't told me?! Who have you dates before? Look what you did to me!" Blaine rolled up the long sleeved shirt and showed the finger print bruises on his arms. He also showed Jared the hand sized bruises on his thighs.

"Blaine, look calm- I'm sorry okay," he grabbed Blaine's face lightly and kissed him chastely on the lips. And Blaine let him. Because it felt so right. But as soon as they stopped kissing, Blaine blew up again.

"Jared why did you do this?" Blaine struggled to sit down but stood back up quickly. "Ow..." He rubbed his butt.

"Tore it up last night," Jared said under his breath. Blaine seemed to not here him, so he began to talk. First off, you told me you were ready, so-"

"It was the alcohol."

"Yeah, so I did what I did. And you weren't my first time, but you are my first official boy friend ever, Blaine. I love you so much, and I didn't mean to actually hurt you. I should have went slow, but I was trying to do it fast, because, well," he grabbed Blaine's shoulders. "I wanted to hurry up get inside of you, because honestly every guy, straight or gay, wanted to get a piece of you. I didn't want you to turn me down, so that's why I plunged into you. Half the time you seemed to enjoy it." The whole time Jared is speaking, Blaine just gets angrier and angrier.

"So- so what? You just wanted to date me so you could get inside of my pants? You only hung out around me so the other guys would get jealous? Jared, I thought you- you were a different person! Who all have you dated? And how many times have you has sex with other people?!"

"I dated a few guys in middle school. Ron Quaker, Randal Weeks, Patrick Arnold, Chase and Chance Kaper. I lost it with Chase. No... Chance. I'm not sure, they both do it well." He stopped talking and sighed. He cupped his hands under Blaine's chin and gave him a smile. "Blaine, that was the past. This is know. Me and you, you and I." He grabbed Blaine's hand and linked their fingers together. "None of that matters, babe, and I'm so so sorry for hurting you. And no, I didn't date you because I wanted inside your pants." He started to walk Blaine out of his room and down the stairs, into the kitchen. "I dates you because I knew we were meant to be. Those other guys were mistakes. He kissed Blaine on the cheek when his mother was turning around, her curled red hair, swinging.

"Well! You must be the lucky boy! How'd you enjoy your stay over here? I know you don't mean to, so don't start feeling guilty. Ooh! Where are my manners? I'm Jared's mother Christine!" She came from the other side of the island and gave Blaine a big hug. He winced in pain and she quickly let him go. "Rough night?" She said with a wink. "Dontcha worry dear! I won't tell your mama." She placed a kiss on Jared's cheek before making the boys plates.

She loaded Blaine's with waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes, and biscuits. Jared got the same. She placed his on the table and handed Blaine his plate.

"You can stand up and eat dear. I don't mind." She smiled and then left up to her room.

Blaine felt so embarrassed. He felt his cheeks on fire, an his stomach churn.

"Don't mind her, babe. She loves guys I bring over. She says that to everyone."

"Everyone?" Blaine said looking over to Jared.

"Uh.. Yeah. Like... She hasn't said that in three years Blaine, don't worry." Blaine sighed. He wasn't so sure if Jared was telling him the truth, but why couldn't he trust his own boyfriend? "Oh, hurry up and eat! In have band meeting today." Jared gobbled down his food.

"I didn't know you were in a band... What are you guys called?" Blaine swallowed a strip of bacon.

"Yeh, well after I was a freshman, I kinda joined one, and we are the 'Frisk Leaf Crew'. don't ask why we picked the name haha." Jared stood up and washed his plate. "Come one, you'll finish that later." He dragged Blaine out the kitchen and through the front door. They walked hand in hand across the street and knocked on the garage door.

"My hair is still a mess," blaine said squeezing Jared's hand.

"Ah, you still look cute as hell."

It lifted up and showed three guys and one girl.

The girl was dark skinned and had long black hair. She was rounded a little, but had a nice smile. The guy next to her had blond hair and green eyes. He was standing behind an acoustic guitar, shirtless. He flipped his blond hair out of his face. There was a guy in the back that was wearing a jacket and had an awkward, yet quirky, smile on his face. He was sitting on the drums. The next guy surprised Blaine. The boy he was looking at didn't look like he would be in a band. His skin was pale white but his hair was all spiked out. His eyes were the most blue as anything Blaine has ever seen. He had about three different shirts on, they were ripped so that you could see them. Pale dude was also wearing very tight jeans on. He had a bitchy face on, holding a white electric guitar. Just then a guy in a Mohawk came out, holding a beer bottle in his hand. He was wearing a plain white shirt and dark jeans.

"Hey, Jared, you ready?" He said bending down and picked up a clip board.

"Yeah, let me just introduce my boyfriend to everyone." He winked down at Blaine, who was curiously staring at anywhere but the garage. "Babe, that's Puck," the guy in with the Mohawk wiggled his clipboard in the air. "Mercedes," the girl waved over to Blaine. "That's Sam," he pointed to the shirtless guy.

"What's up, bro?" Sam said, hugging Mercedes from behind.

"Finn's on the drums." Finn played a beat and then smiled nervously. "And Blaine, this is Kurt." The pale guy eyed Blaine suspiciously. Blaine looked up when he didn't see that the Kurt guy said anything to him. Once he looked in his eyes, he couldn't pull away. Blaine was caught up in Kurt's blue eyes, he didn't stop staring at them until Jared kissed him lightly on the mouth and ran over to grab the bass.

Blaine stood there awkwardly, trying not to move, because his body was still sore. Puck came over and sat down on the hood of a black hummer. He patted the space next to him, trying to get Blaine to sit too. But he only shook his head.

"Come on, kid. I don't bite."

"No, it's fine." Kurt's head shot over to Blaine when he heard his voice. Kurt turned around, feeling his cheeks heat up.

"Uh, Puck, he can't- I mean.." Jared gave Puck a face and now he fully understood.

"Alright, let's go!" Sam said clapping his hands together. He grabbed his guitar and sat on the stool. Mercedes grabbed the mic, but Kurt came over and whispered in her ear. She nodded and took the guitar away from him. Kurt took a hold of the mic, just as Jared started to play random notes.

"Which song are we doing?" Finn said.

"Chocolate." Kurt said through the mic. Blaine froze. Even though it was one word, he couldn't believe the voice. It was like, velvet on velvet floating through the sky. He felt a jolt of electricity shooting through his body.

"Okay, then lets start." Puck said, loudly.

Sam and Mercedes started playing the intro. Before Kurt started to sing, Finn and Jared jumped in too. Kurt grabbed the mic stand eyes closed and swayed his hips side to side, before he opened them, staring Blaine right in the eyes.

Hey now call it a split 'cause you know that you will

Oh you bite your friend like chocolate

You say, we'll go where nobody knows, with guns hidden under our petticoats

No we're never gonna quit it, no we're never gonna quit it no

Blaine was staring right back into Kurt's eyes, mesmerized by the blue swirls. Even though Blaine thought Jared was super hot, Kurt was gorgeous. He was the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on. And his voice.. Oh gosh! Blaine nearly fainted.

Now we run run away from the boys in the blue, and my car smells like chocolate

Hey now think about what you do, think about what they say, think about how to think

Pause it play it, pause it play it, pause it

Blaine started to sway back and forth, eyes still on Kurt. He was so caught up on Kurt, he didn't notice Jared staring at him lovely. He couldn't tell who Blaine was looking at, but he had a slight smile on his face, bopping his head to the music.

Oh we go where nobody knows, with guns hidden under our petticoats

No we're never gonna quit it, no we're never gonna quit it no

Yeah we're dressed in black from head to toe, we've got guns hidden under our petticoats

No we're never gonna quit it. no we're never gonna quit it no,

Now you're never gonna quit it, Now you're never gonna quit it, Now you're never gonna quit it

If you don't start smoking it, that's what she said

She said we're dressed in black, head to toe, with guns hidden under our petticoats

No we're never gonna quit it, no we're never gonna quit it no.

The song ended and Finn played the drum solo. Kurt looked away as Jared came and gave Blaine a big hug around the waist.

"How was that, babe?"

"You guys were amazing! Especially you," he kissed Jared on the cheek.

"That's enough," Puck said drinking the rest of his beer. Jared went and walked back and put his bass start on. Mercedes got up to the mic. Just as they started to play another song, a black camaro pulled in at Jared's house. Everyone stopped playing to see what was going on. Two people exited, one man and one woman, both blond.

"My parents.." Blaine whispered as he started to walk over there. He heard a laugh come from behind him And he stopped.

"Nice walk," Kurt said, a smile on his lips. Blaine didn't turn around, fear of getting lost in his eyes again. He tried his best to walk without a limp across the street.

"Mom, dad- hey I'm sorry I didn't contact-"

"Blaine Devin Anderson! Where have you been?! We've been worried sick about you!" Blaine's dad gripped his shoulder and started walking him towards the car.

"Dad-"

"Why haven't you contacted us?" Blaine's mother said,fear In Her voice.

"I forgot-"

"Get in the car." Blaine's dad opened the door and sat Blaine down in there. "Look at your hair! Geez Blaine we are civilized people."

"Please let me explain."

"Explain what? That you were wondering around in the streets and then show up in someone's garage?"

"No, not at all. After dinner, I stayed at Jared's house and-"

Blaine's dad slammed on the breaks not even 100 feet away from the house. "You stayed at Jared's? Alone in the same room? Possibly the same bed? Blaine, were you out of your mind?"

"Dad, nothing happened I promise!" Blaine hated lying to his parents. "We watched a few movies and it got late so his mom said I could stay. Yes, we slept in the same room, and yes in the same bed, but we didn't do anything."

Louis sighed, but nodded. "Sorry we blew up son. Just- dont do it again."

*The 1975-Chocolate*