Author's Note

Ok, I usually don't say this, but I am not happy with this chapter. Thank goodness for my beta, Potikanda, for saving it, but yeah. I hope you get through the first parts and enjoy the end which I do love.

I love all of you reading and reviewing. And I promise, Original Song, will be so much better!

Still don't own Glee. In this chapter, the good words belong to them.

Running Away, Sexy

"How are we supposed to get up on the stage at Regionals and sell sexy to the judges when I have as much sexual appeal and knowledge as a baby penguin," Kurt yelled.

Blaine smiled at him adoringly. "We'll figure something out." Kurt looked back at him in shock.

Blaine felt an overwhelming need to erase every ounce of Kurt's embarrassment. He never wanted Kurt to feel that way. He held his arms out, "Come here."

Kurt looked up at him, eyes wide with too many emotions behind them for Blaine to decipher, then slowly got up and fell into Blaine's arms. Blaine loved the feel of Kurt in his arms, and he tightened his hold just a bit, relishing in the warmth.

"Kurt, you're trembling!" He held the boy closer, closing his eyes and placing his chin on Kurt's shoulder. This was dangerous territory for Blaine, but he allowed himself, just for a moment, to breathe in Kurt's scent of vanilla and lavender that was now mixed with the aroma of bubble soap. His felt his body stir, and he immediately pulled away. Of course his body would betray him, especially when all he wanted was to stay as close to the boy as he could, for as long as Kurt would let him.

"Blaine, I can't do this. I'm not sexy. I have no idea how to be sexy. It's going to be my fault if the Warblers lose at Regionals."

Kurt's lack of self-confidence always pulled at Blaine's heartstrings. To Blaine, Kurt was the sexiest, most beautiful, and most endearing person he had ever met and he wanted Kurt to know it. Blaine gave a small start as an idea popped into his head.

"Come on," he said grabbing Kurt's hand.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to your house. We are going to get you sexified!"

Sitting next to Kurt, alone in his bedroom staring into the mirror, Blaine realized this may be the worst idea he had ever had. He constantly told himself he needed to stay away, but Kurt was like a favorite song taking hold in his mind all day; no matter how hard he tried, nothing could replace him. Now, against every better judgment, he found himself in Kurt's bedroom helping him discover how to display his sex appeal to the entire world. On the one hand, he wanted to keep it a secret just for himself, but he knew that wasn't fair. He wanted Kurt to know; no he needed Kurt to know just how desirable he was. If Blaine couldn't show him in all the ways he had dreamed about, the least he could do was help Kurt see it in himself.

"Alright, so give me," Blaine said, staring at Kurt and himself in the mirror of Kurt's bedroom, "Sexual. But don't make fun of it, like really try."

Blaine watched as Kurt made a face in the mirror that reminded him of a cat growling. Curious, he thought.

"Alright, now give me…sultry," he said, demonstrating himself. Kurt made another attempt that looked remarkably like the first. Blaine couldn't help but laugh. Kurt had no idea how truly sexy he just was when he didn't try so hard.

"Uh…Kurt, they're all kinda looking the same," he pointed out, amused.

"That's because the face I am actually doing is uncomfortable." Kurt got up and walked away." This is pointless, Blaine, I don't know how to be sexy because I don't know the first thing about sex."

Blaine's heart stopped for a moment. He knew that Kurt was innocent, but he had imagined that by 16 years old, Kurt would have known at least as much as he did. While his own father would never talk about sex with him, it surprised him that Kurt's father had not. The red in Kurt's cheeks made Blaine's blood rush through his veins. "Kurt you're blushing." If that wasn't the most adorable thing Blaine had ever seen, he would eat his Dalton tie.

"I've tried watching those movies," Blaine stared at Kurt. His mind spun out of control with images, and his face blushed while he fought to maintain his composure. Blaine had seen the movies that Kurt talked about, and for a second he considered the idea of them watching one together. He quickly pushed that disastrous but breathtaking thought out of his mind. "But I just get horribly depressed and I think about how they were all kids once and they all have mothers and God what would their mother's think and why would you get that tattoo there?" Kurt rambled uncomfortably.

"Then maybe we should have a conversation about it? I'll tell you what I know," he said swirling to sit cross-legged on Kurt's bench.

Kurt vigorously shook his head and cut Blaine off. "No, I don't want to know the graphic details. I like romance. That's why I like Broadway musicals, because the touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets."

Blaine loved Broadway musicals for the songs. Somehow, the words of the great lyricists were always able to express how he felt when his own brain just stumbled. He wished he could just sing to Kurt now.

"Kurt, you're going to have to learn about it someday," he said seriously.

"Well, not today," Kurt said with extreme discomfort. "I think I've learned quite enough for today, thank you. I think you should leave."

Blaine considered trying to change his mind, but he could see that the conversation had made Kurt incredibly uncomfortable. He got up and left the room without another word. On his way through the house, he saw Finn sitting on the couch with a bowl of chips. They greeted each other, and Finn looked at Blaine confused as he took off out the door to his car.

Blaine drove around for a while, not wanting to go back to Dalton. He was still thinking of Kurt. He couldn't get out of his head how scared and confused and embarrassed Kurt was just to talk about sex with him. If that were the case…no, he couldn't let his mind even go there. But if he couldn't be with Kurt, he was terrified about the guys that might try and take advantage of him when he wouldn't be able to protect him. Blaine knew of only two people Kurt might talk to about this, and he'd already been sent away. But the idea of going to the other terrified him. He'd barely met Kurt's father, and that was when he had woken up in his son's bed. He didn't think Mr. Hummel liked him very much at this point. Not to mention that Blaine and fathers didn't tend to get along. Or at least, he didn't get along with his own father. He drove around town one more time, but once again, landed right in front of Hummel Tires & Lube. His heart was telling him to stop the car and go in, and Blaine was well aware that if he didn't do it now he never would. He parked in one of the spots in back of the shop, and took a deep breath, putting on the mask he showed the world. He tucked in his scarf, put his hands in his pocket, and walked in. He found the man working under the hood of a gold Chevy Camaro.

"Need a hand?" Blaine attempted to be casual, as if it was an everyday occurrence for him to stop by. Mr. Hummel glanced up and stared him down. Blaine felt his confidence waiver. Perhaps this was a bad idea.

"Yeah, why don't you hand me that carburetor."

Blaine turned to the box of parts and quickly identified the carburetor, saying a silent thank you to his father for the first time in a very long time. Mr. Hummel came alongside him. "How'dya know which one it was?" Kurt's father asked curiously.

"My Dad and I rebuilt a 59 Chevy in our driveway 2 years ago." Blaine thought back to that summer when he had just told his parents he was gay. It was not a pretty time in the Anderson household, but as he always did, Blaine tried to laugh it off. "One of his many attempts at bonding."

"You here looking for parts?"

"No, actually, I wanted to talk to you about Kurt."

"Is he ok?" Blaine was surprised at Mr. Hummel's instant concern for Kurt. He allowed himself to wonder, just for a moment, what that might be like, but it hurt too much and he turned away.

"Have you ever talked to him about," he hesitated, "sex?"

Mr. Hummel instantly jumped on him. "Are you gay? Or Straight? Or what?"

Coming from the intimidating man, the question made Blaine bristle, but he was here for a reason and wasn't going to back down now. He looked Mr. Hummel straight in the eye with all the courage he could muster, and admitted, "I'm definitely gay."

"Ok good," Burt answered, "I mean, whatever, but good for Kurt, he needs someone like you to talk to."

"Well, that's kind of my point, I've tried talking to him but he basically puts his fingers in his ears and starts singing."

"Well when he's ready," Mr. Hummel turned to him with a small smile of satisfaction, "he'll listen."

As awkward as this was, Blaine couldn't give up. "I'm worried that it might be too late." Mr. Hummel looked up at him. "You know Dalton doesn't even have sex ed classes? Most schools don't and the ones that do almost never discuss what sex is like for gay kids." He understood Mr. Hummel's embarrassment, he guessed he'd never taken the time to educate himself, but Blaine was desperate to convince him. He allowed himself, just for the moment for Kurt's sake, to lower the walls and the mask and expose his true feelings. "Kurt is the most moral and compassionate person I've ever met."

"Well, he gets that from his mother."

"And I am blown away by your guys' relationship. Do you think my Dad built a car with me because he loves cars?" Blaine's anger and sadness showed through clearly. "I think he did it because he thought getting my hands dirty might make me straight."

"He talk to you about this…kinda stuff?"

Blaine nearly fainted at the thought of his father even entertaining the idea of talking to Blaine about sex once he came out. "No, I had to go find it for myself. The internet is great and all the information is out there, but I went searching for it. Kurt won't. And one day he'll be at a party and maybe have a few drinks and he'll meet some guy and start fooling around," he told himself this was why he was having this conversation, but the thought almost broke Blaine's heart. He continued despite himself. "and he's not going to know about using protection, STDs." He paused, approaching Mr. Hummel. "I don't have the relationship with my Dad that you have with Kurt." He felt his walls almost crumble to the ground, and he knew he had to get out of there before he made a huge mistake. "I think it would be really cool if you took advantage of that. I'm sorry if I'm overstepping."

"You are," Mr. Hummel responded.

Blaine just nodded and backed out of the shop. He nearly ran to his car, and sat behind the steering wheel waiting for his adrenaline to slow. There were only a few moments in Blaine's life so far where he had come close to telling someone about all he suffered at home. This was one of them. Mr. Hummel was embarrassed, but there was no doubt in Blaine's mind that Kurt had all the love and acceptance and support from his father that Blaine had always dreamed of from his own. He suddenly realized that he wanted Mr. Hummel's respect almost as much as he wanted Kurt's love. He prayed that nothing he had said today had ruined that.

Kurt went up to his room, threw his pamphlets on the shelf, and crashed on his bed. He had never been more embarrassed in his life. Ok, that may not be true, but this was definitely up there. He had just rubbed away the red in his face when his phone rang. He saw the caller and his blush returned as he answered.

"Hey!" Blaine said cheerfully before Kurt could say a word.

"Hey."

Blaine could hear the distress in Kurt's voice and grew concerned. "What's the matter?"

"Oh nothing," Kurt said sarcastically. "My Dad just decided to give me 'the talk', pamphlets and all."

"Oh…cool," he said hesitantly. His heart beat a little faster. He was glad that Mr. Hummel had talked to Kurt, but he nervously wondered if Mr. Hummel had said anything about their conversation.

"Yeah," Kurt scoffed. "It's cool if you're not the one talking about sex with Burt Hummel."

Blaine was quiet. Clearly Kurt didn't know that it was him who had talked about sex with Burt Hummel. He had planned on telling Kurt, but had wanted to do it in person. He wasn't sure if Kurt would be mad at him or thank him and it would be easier to calm Kurt if he was in front of him. Still…

"Blaine? You still there?" Kurt interrupted Blaine's thoughts. He decided to be honest. He knew it would be even uglier if he found out later from his Dad.

"Kurt, there's something I need to tell you."

"I'm listening."

"So, I kind of ran into your Dad after our conversation and maybe suggested he talk to you about sex."

Blaine heard the phone crash. "Kurt? KURT?" The phone shuffled for a moment, and then Kurt picked it up off the floor and screeched in his ear.

"You WHAT?" Kurt's pitch was higher than Blaine had ever heard and his voice dripped with sarcasm. "What, was my Dad in the music store when you were picking out new guitar picks? Or in the comic book shop as you browsed the TinTin paraphernalia? Or maybe he just happened to stop by the Lima Bean for a nonfat caramel latte for the first time ever."

"Kurt, you're frantic, stop," Blaine pleaded. This conversation would have gone so much better in person. "I just stopped by the garage."

"Oh, of course, you just stopped by the garage." Blaine could almost feel the acid on his tongue. "Car needed an oil change? Oh, by the way Mr. Hummel, while you're doing a lube job on my car, let's talk about Kurt and how he knows nothing in the world about sex."

"Kurt please, it wasn't like that. I was worried about you after I left your house. I just…want you to be prepared. What happens when you go to a party at Puck's house and get drunk? I don't want some guy…"

"There aren't going to be any gay guys at a Puckerman party, Blaine," Kurt spat back.

"Well fine," Blaine conceded, trying desperately to salvage the conversation. "What about Regionals? There are plenty of guys there who would be interested in you and the parties that are thrown afterward are legendary. What if you hook up with someone from Vocal Adrenaline?"

"Stop, Blaine, just stop," Kurt insisted. "Why are you doing this?"

Blaine closed his eyes. If he couldn't be with Kurt, he wanted him to be safe and happy with someone else. "I just want you to feel comfortable and safe. I don't want you sitting off on the sidelines because you're scared. I want you to put yourself out there," he attempted to explain.

"I did put myself out there Blaine! To you!" He heard Kurt take a deep breath, and tears welled up in Blaine's eyes. This wasn't at all the conversation he had planned for this evening. "I can't do this Blaine. I have to go." Blaine tried to stop him, but he heard the phone go silent.

Blaine had to restrain himself from hurling the phone across the room. He slammed himself down on the bed, tossing and turning restlessly for a few minutes. He had done it again. It seemed he had a great knack for making Kurt angry at him. His continual sabotaging of the relationship between him and Kurt was going so well he didn't even need to do it consciously. "Damn it!" he swore to no one. Kurt was so important to him; possibly the most important person in the world to him, why did he have to keep running away from him? Maybe a romance was out of the question, but he just seemed to keep trying to mess up their friendship too. His chest constricted at the thought of losing the boy. He squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn't strong enough to be satisfied with friendship, and yet he didn't have the courage to challenge the deal with his father. He hated having Kurt so close, and yet so far. He knew that he could not live without Kurt in his life; he could not withstand that kind of misery.

Suddenly, his eyes popped open. A grin exploded on his lips. Blaine jumped out of bed and ran out the door to his friends.

"Wes! David! I need to talk to you!"

A/N: Well so, there you go. I love the end, and the transition to Original Song. Hope you do too. We'll see if I can get that Chapter written before I go back to Way Out on November 1! Oh My Glee I cannot wait!