"You helped him to his room?" Jeff laughed. "Aw, Blaine, you big softie."
Blaine scowled, shoving Jeff's hand off his shoulder. "I didn't want him puking on anything, okay? Leave me alone."
Jeff smirked. "You ditched group yesterday. Everyone was there."
"Yeah—I don't think I want to spill my guts to a shrink, much less to all of you."
"Honestly, none of us talked. Except for Trent and Flint. Everyone else was just sitting there, looking at their hands. Come today, okay?"
Blaine grunted noncommittally, but Jeff grinned and dashed down the hallway to 4th period.
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Kurt's head didn't hurt anymore but he didn't feel great. This day was taking even more out of him. He needed lunch. His stomach lurched at the thought. Or maybe just coffee. Just coffee sounded great.
He sat down next to Jeff at lunch, staring into his cup.
"How you feeling, Boozy McGee?"
"Boozy McGee?" Kurt said, arching an eyebrow. "Really?"
"You should've seen yourself. You were leaning into Blaine, whining about being thirsty, and then you started eating his neck—"
"I what?" He sat up straight, glaring at Jeff. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You'd had a bit much to drink but you were whining about being thirsty so Blaine went over, sat next to you, and gave you his drink. You leaned in to him and…well, basically, your mouth attacked his neck. How do you not remember?"
He made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. "Boozy McGee, remember?"
Jeff smirked. "Right. So…does that mean you don't remember what happened when he took you back to your room, because I've been dying to get details."
Kurt groaned, hiding his face against the table inside of his arms.
"I'll take that as a no."
"No to what?" Trent asked, sitting down across from them.
"Blaine helped Kurt back to his room last night," Jeff offered, unwrapping his sandwich. "But Kurt doesn't remember because he was too busy drowning in alcohol to recall it and Blaine just gets pissed—well, most pissed than usual—when you bring it up."
"Why don't we ask Flint?"
The large boy sat down next to Trent, unscrewing his water immediately. "Hey, guys. Ask me what?"
"Were you awake when Kurt got back last night?"
He shook his head. "Nope. Slept right through it. Deep sleeper. I did, however, bring him pain meds and coffee this morning. Because I'm a good person. A good person who doesn't go off drinking their first night at reform school."
"Lighten up," Thad said as he dropped into the seat next to Kurt. "What's wrong with Porcelain?"
"Porcelain?" Kurt questioned weakly.
"You're white. Really, really white. And fragile. Just go with it. Anyway, what's wrong with you? Still hung over?"
"Apparently he doesn't remember attacking Blaine's neck with his mouth," Jeff said. "And I like my name for him better. Mine was Boozy McGee."
Thad nodded appreciatively. "Nice." He looked pointedly at Kurt. "So I assume you also don't remember shouting to all of us how gay you are and calling the kid that bullied you a dick."
"Oh, God, it's only my second day here and I'm already making a fool of myself," he said into his arms. He looked up. "Do you guys hate me?"
Thad laughed. "Hate you? What? Of course not! You're quality entertainment, Kurt."
Wes appeared on the opposite side of Trent, David sitting across from him, as well as Nick sliding in next to Jeff. "So guess what we have for Phys. Ed. today?" Wes began.
David jumped in not seconds after he spoke. "Horseback riding. Can you say 'rich and snobby'?"
"Rich and snobby," Flint supplied.
"Right—thanks, Flint." Flint raised his fork in a 'no problem' gesture as David continued. "This is ridiculous. They can't trust a bunch of delinquents with horses!"
Nick suddenly jumped in his seat. Everyone turned to look at him.
"Nick—you alright?"
He scowled slightly at Jeff but nodded. "Yeah, sorry. I'm fine." As he righted himself in his seat, he hissed something to Jeff, who smirked. "What are we talking about?"
"Horses. Hey, Blaine."
The curly-haired boy sat next to Flint. "'Sup?" he said.
"Horseback riding next period."
Blaine laughed. "Seriously?"
"You planning on coming to group today?" Wes asked.
He shrugged. "Maybe."
"Ms. Warner didn't look pleased that there was an empty chair. Even Thad showed. Granted he made sexual innuendoes every three seconds and was an overall ass, but he showed up. Plus, it's after the official day so you don't have to wear your uniform to it."
"Wasn't planning on it anyway."
"Does that mean you'll go?"
Blaine shrugged. "Yeah. Fine. Whatever." He looked up, smirking directly at Kurt. "As long as Kurt promises to keep his tongue inside his mouth this time…while in public."
Kurt flushed, dropping his face into his arms again, mumbling something that sounded like, "Kill me now."
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Blaine showed up twenty minutes late to group.
"Mr. Anderson," the brunette woman up front began, "this group session begins at promptly 3 o'clock."
"Good to know." He plopped down into the only empty seat—one next to Nick. He leaned back in his chair, clad in dark-wash jeans, converse, and a grey T under a leather jacket. He looked over at Kurt, winking quickly.
"So, Mr. Anderson, since you were absent yesterday, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?"
"There's nothing to tell."
"Nothing at all? About why you're here or what you hope to accomplish or any feelings you have about being here?"
"The only feeling I have is the desperation to get out," he grunted. "I have nothing to share."
She cocked her head and nodded slightly. "Alright. Maybe another time."
The rest of the hour continued in the same fashion. He would look at Kurt every once in awhile, just staring until the other boy—who was dressed in what appeared to be the skinniest jeans alive and a very attractive sweater plus boots with a slight heel—looked back at him. He'd wink or mouth something or run his eyes over his body until Kurt either looked away or scowled at him.
When it was over, Kurt jumped up, leaving extraordinarily fast. Blaine followed, walking not quite as swiftly and a few paces behind Kurt at all times, but keeping him in his sight.
Kurt turned into the bathroom down the hall and Blaine grinned. He entered and closed the door behind him. Kurt was standing at the sink, looking at him through the mirror.
"What is wrong with you?" Kurt hissed.
Blaine's head tilted, examining the younger boy. "I'm a sucker for a guy with a nice ass in a pair of skinny jeans."
Kurt spun around. "This is sexual harassment."
"So is what you did last night. But I'm not complaining." He met Kurt's eyes, grinning.
"Blaine, you can't—"
"You're not a very good kisser, you know. I could help you with that."
Kurt's mouth fell open as he gave Blaine his bitch glare. "I'm sorry—what?"
"I said that you could use some kissing lessons. So I don't feel like I'm drowning in your spit next time." Blaine glanced down, noticing Kurt's hands were clenched into fists by his side. "Hm. Did I insult you?"
"You arrogant, self-obsessed, annoying, inappropriate, dick head!"
"Very eloquent," Blaine mumbled, locking the door behind him before stepping closer and closer to the counter that Kurt was pressed against.
"I will have you know that I am a fantastic kisser." Blaine was getting closer with each word. "And just because I was drunk and you took advantage of me—"
"Sweetheart, you need to think back a little harder." He placed his hands on either side of Kurt against the counter. "You were the one saying how badly you wanted to make out with me. It's okay, though. If the offer's still open, I can teach you—"
Kurt curled a hand in Blaine's hair, the other grabbing his jacket. "I don't need your stupid lessons," he hissed, pulling their mouths together.
Blaine's hands immediately went to his hips, pulling their bodies together as the kiss deepened. His tongue prodded Kurt's before he began exploring his mouth. Yeah, so, he'd lied. Kurt was actually a really good kisser. Good enough to end shocks down his spine at least.
Kurt whined a bit as they separated for air. "Blaine, I—oh!"
Blaine's lips found his neck at the same time that his hand found the outline of his dick in the skinny jeans.
"Blaine, what are you—we can't—ah!" He swallowed tightly, biting his lip. "Blaine…" He squeezed. "Oh, God."
Blaine chuckled into his shoulder and pulled away, smiling up at him. With their eyes still connected, he grabbed Kurt's hands and placed them at his sides once more.
"Wh-what? Why'd you stop?"
"You're right. You don't need the lessons."
Kurt was standing there, staring at the door, three minutes after he left. "Bastard."
A/N: Thanks again for the positive response to this story! Chapter six will be up tomorrow! :D
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E. M. Zeray
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