This was the stuff of Kurt's nightmares. Except this time, it was the law that was making him vulnerable. He couldn't hope for somebody to come by and rescue him or for the bullies cornering him to get bored or otherwise decide they were done. He clung to one thought. Maybe all they really want is a countertenor. It could happen. After all, unless Dalton's team was all gay, they'd have picked a girl instead.
He covertly looked at Blaine. The other boy, as if sensing his gaze, looked at him and smiled widely. Kurt breathed deeply in relief and then tensed again as he saw Blaine's eyes traveling down his body. "It's a cliché, I know, but from the first second, I knew you were the one I'd pick."
They were at the front door and Blaine held the door open for Kurt. "That's our bus. We've got a long trip back." He climbed the steps first and then held his hand back for Kurt, who took it, almost reassured by the touch.
"Guys, this is Kurt Hummel."
He blinked in surprise as the rest of the team broke into varied, "Hi, Kurt," "Good to meet you," and even a "How do you do?" Well, this is civilized.
Blaine led them to a seat in the back and when they were seated, turned to face Kurt. He put his hand on Kurt's face, his thumb stroking Kurt's bottom lip, gently prying to stroke the moist inside of the lip. Kurt swallowed hard. The touch was so intimate but this person was a stranger. Blaine's hand slipped down to caress his jawline and he tilted Kurt's head back up. The first kiss was gentle, even chaste, just on his lips. It's not like Karofsky, he's not doing this to hurt you, he's got the legal right to do this, you can't stop it. But when the second kiss became more urgent, and Blaine's mouth pushed his open, he gasped and pulled back.
Kurt could hear not just the blood rushing to his head but the thudding of his heart. When Blaine's hand pulled his head back up, Kurt couldn't do more than look briefly and furtively at him. Fortunately, Blaine was smiling, a smile that seemed tolerant, even amused. Blaine leaned forward and whispered intimately in Kurt's ear. "Are you a virgin, or just nervous?"
"Uh, both, actually, I-"
"Don't worry. After tonight, you won't be either. I promise." Blaine pulled Kurt closer. "I won't hurt you." Kurt made himself look in Blaine's eyes. They were warm and steady and Blaine brushed his lips over Kurt's again. Kurt shivered as Blaine's hands slipped under his shirt, stroking and exploring the skin, slowly moving up from his waist, pausing to toy with his nipples for a moment, and then sliding out again. Kurt made himself keep from pulling away when Blaine cupped his head to pull him in for another kiss, and even let his mouth open at the touch of Blaine's tongue. Blaine seemed to be satisfied with kisses and returning his hands under Kurt's shirt to continue the caresses that varied from light and almost teasing to pressing and squeezing as urgently as if he wanted to embed them in Kurt's skin. Finally, Blaine leaned back in his seat. "If I don't cool off, things could get very embarrassing indeed. I'm a screamer," he whispered again in Kurt's ear. He pulled Kurt into his lap and, stroking his hair, added, "Get some rest. It's a long trip and we've got a lot ahead of us."