Two Steps Back

Disclaimer: I'm not RIB, so I don't own Glee or any of the characters. If I did, I'd be rich and probably not writing fanfiction! This fic will dive into MPREG, so I'll be using my go-to MPREG explanation like I did in When We're Older aka the Reddin gene. The gene is based on the Reddin character from the 1994 movie Junior. You should really watch it if you like mpreg. It's a good movie, I promise (I also don't have any rights to it either!) I also don't really own anything mentioned in this except for the crazy storyline so... I OWN NOTHING. The title is inspired by a Paula Abdul song called Opposites Attract by the way.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god no no no no no. This can't be happening!"

Kurt rolled over, his body slow from sleep; his head was pounding and the slight light that crept in through the curtains burned his eyeballs, causing him to groan in pain. Somewhere in the room, somebody was being too loud, too noisy for whatever hour it was in the morning, and all Kurt wanted them to do was shut up.

"Can you keep it down?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

Sitting up, Kurt's eyes bugged open when he realized that the voice he was hearing wasn't one he knew at all. However, the whole moving around idea was a terrible one and he felt the urge to puke the second he was in a sitting position. "Who am I? ...what?" He cradled his aching skull, dropping his head to his knees as the person across from him began yelling random shit in his ear. "Stop. Just stop. Why are you even yelling?"

"We had sex, you idiot! Oh god, I fucked some random guy and I'm not even fucking gay! Oh my god, oh my god." The frazzled dude kept on mumbling the same words, but Kurt didn't hear him. All he heard was the statement about them having sex.

And he was instantly frozen in his spot.

His headache faded, dulling behind the static in his ears as he forced himself to look over at the person freaking out next to him. The boy was cute, that was a given; he had shaggy golden hair and light green eyes, plus he was athletically built and tanned. Other than that, he had a nice voice too - somewhat shrill given the moment, but he seemed okay.

And Kurt had had sex with him.

Immediately, tears welled in his eyes as fear trailed up his spine. All he could think about was the possibility of getting an STD or HIV or something terrible like that. Plus, he knew about the Reddin gene; he knew that men had the possibility of getting pregnant, so there was that possible issue too - and he was fucking terrified.

Sniffling, he dropped his head back into his hands and started to cry, ignoring the other boy's shouts of "Why are you crying? You're not the one with the aching ass!" If he had planned the whole thing, he would've been proud of himself for being the giver, per se. The jocks at his school spent years picking on him, calling him feminine and teasing him, saying he would always be a bottom because he wasn't man enough to top (even though that made zero sense since people could do whatever the hell they wanted.) But still, he topped - he had sex - and he didn't even remember it. Not a bit.

Shaking his head, he blocked out the sound of the mystery boy getting up and leaving. He didn't want to look at the kid, he didn't want to see how angry the guy was... all he wanted to do was disappear.

By the time he had calmed down enough to finally begin moving around, he noticed voices coming from down the hall. His mystery sex partner at least had the decency to close the bedroom door once he left, but the walls were obviously thinner than Kurt thought because he could hear Santana Lopez saying something to Noah Puckerman in the hallway. Their voices carried into the room and he heard them discussing him and that guy and that's when he knew he was royally fucked. Completely, royally, totally fucked.

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No no no no no no. Hell no, it couldn't be happening again. It just couldn't.

Kurt pressed himself against the wall, swallowing heavily as a sob that settled in his throat threatened to spill out. He could barely see anymore thanks to the tears welling his eyes, but he knew what he was looking at - that lump in the middle of the bed was none other than a very, very naked Blaine Anderson-Berry. Just moments before, Kurt woke up to an unfamiliar warmth on his chest. He was super hungover and tired as hell, but the second he realized someone was laying on him, his mind clicked on like a light and he sprung out of bed, grateful that whoever was laying on him didn't wake at all.

And then he took a look at the person that had been next to him.

Dark, fluffy hair, a peaceful sleeping face, long lashes, a prominent nose... all of them read: Blaine, and when Kurt took a closer look (as close as he could with how nauseated he was), he just knew that he had slept with Blaine.

The other boy was stark naked, curled up on his side enough that he was covered up mostly, but Kurt could still see bits of him that proved Blaine was totally nude. His muscular thighs had scratch marks all down them and there were love bites scattered down his torso. Other than that, dried come splattered his bare chest and from what Kurt could see, there were reddish handprint shaped marks on Blaine's hips and abdomen.

Oh god. Oh no no no no no.

They had sex. Kurt had taken Blaine's virginity in the same exact manner that he lost his - during a completely drunken romp at a house party. Somewhere downstairs, the entirety of New Directions was probably sitting around talking about them, talking about how they disappeared upstairs hours ago and how they were probably fucking in Puck's room. Except they hadn't - they fucked in Puck's mom's room, but that didn't make Kurt feel any better... because they had sex!

Just the thought of it made him feel incredibly guilty. Guilty because Blaine hadn't done anything at all; he was so pure when he got to McKinley and Kurt had taken it all. He took Blaine's first kiss, took Blaine's virginity, and even if Blaine wanted it, even if he did like Kurt like Kurt liked (yet couldn't admit) him, it didn't matter because Blaine wouldn't remember it.

Sniffling, Kurt pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes and sucked in a few shuddery breaths, struggling to regain his composure before he completely melted down. Across from him, Blaine slept on, unaware of the mental breakdown his friend - no, lover - was having and Kurt hoped that the other boy would just stay asleep until he left because he couldn't be there any longer. He just couldn't. Gasping, he took in another deep breath and quickly pulled on his clothes, running a hand through his crazy sex hair to make it look more presentable before he stepped into the fray of curious people (because he just knew they'd be waiting, that's just how the New Directions were - gossip hungry teenagers.)

You can do this, he told himself as he slipped his shoes on. However, right as he went to lace up his boots, Blaine made a soft whining sound over on the bed and Kurt looked up, fear bristling all over his body as he prayed that the younger boy wasn't about to wake up and see him leaving. Something was on his side though when all Blaine did was roll over on his back, revealing his completely naked form to Kurt. He was completely gorgeous nude, muscled in all the right spots, soft in others and he wasn't too hairy either (which wasn't really something Kurt was into anyway.) It felt wrong to just stare at him like that, but Kurt couldn't help it. This was the guy he slept with last night!

But it was also the guy who he had been fighting his feelings for over the last few weeks. It was the guy who Kurt had been actually fighting with for the last week in general... and they'd been intimate with each other.

His heart heavy, Kurt crossed the room (careful to be quiet now that he was wearing his loud boots) and pulled the sheets back over Blaine's nude body. He stared down at the sleeping boy, tears filling his eyes again as he watched Blaine snooze peacefully, unaware of the drama that he'd wake up to. It killed him to leave Blaine like that, to leave Puck's house and leave Blaine to wake up alone after what happened between them, but he couldn't stay, not after what he did.

With a final look, he left the room, closing the door behind him, and snuck downstairs, frowning when he spotted Finn staring at him from the living room. Everyone else was passed out, sprawled out on various pieces of furniture; the tv was on, letting a bit of white noise cloud everyone's thoughts as they slept, and Kurt mentally thanked whoever it was that left it on because not a soul heard him come down the stairs.

"Kurt-" Finn started, his voice barely a whisper. He silenced himself when Kurt shook his head and pointed at the girl sleeping against Finn's arm... Rachel. She was tucked into Finn's broad shoulder, her dark hair spilling over Finn's shirt as she rested against him. When Finn went to move her, she snuggled in further and Kurt panicked, fearing she'd wake up and spot him.

"Come. On." He warned, pointing at the front door. Through the window, he could see that it was daylight outside, probably close to eight or nine in the morning, and even though he was still very much hungover, he was willing to face the sunlight to get the hell out of Puck's house. Nervously, he shuffled from foot to foot as Finn maneuvered his way away from Rachel and once the taller boy was free, he navigated his way through the sleeping bodies on the floor to get to Kurt.

"What about-"

"We need to go now."

There was no room for discussion. Finn grabbed his jacket and car keys and followed Kurt outside, careful to shut and lock the front door without waking anyone. They waited for a second, pausing to see if anyone would wake up and come to the window to peek at them, but nobody did. So, sprinting, Kurt rushed to the car (thankful that Finn parked on the street) and climbed inside, waiting until Finn was in and starting the vehicle before he slammed his door shut.

"Are you not-"

"Finn, just drive. Home. Now."

Finn shook his head, but pulled away from the curb anyway. The drive to their home was only a few minutes away, so he knew it was pointless to try to bring up what happened in the first place, but eventually, he knew something would happen... and he was sure it wasn't going to be pretty.

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"Has anyone seen Blaine?"

"Yeah... or Kurt?"

Santana looked up at Finn and Rachel, eyes alight like it was Christmas morning. "You mean to tell me that Tiny Tim and Lucky Charms are both missing from this lame ass party? Lucky dogs. They're probably outside getting their freak on in Hummel's Navigator!" Some of the other members looked over at her when her voice got louder near the end and when they too realized that two of their friends were missing, they began to look around as well.

"I saw Kurt go upstairs about an hour ago because Puck spilled something on his shirt."

"Well, I saw Blaine go up not too long ago. I think he was going to pee?"

"Oh shit-"

"Yeah, I'd say that too, Hudson. I've gotta see this," Lauren Zizes piped up, shoving her way past Finn to start up the stairs. Before she had a chance to take the first step, Puck pulled on her arm, causing her to freeze.

"Don't be a cockblock, Zizes. You're gonna mess up my master plan."

Rachel's eyes widened, "What? What do you mean master plan?"

"I sent them up there to talk... and if they happen to bang out their anger, well, that's fine too," Puck said, shrugging as if he was just talking about the weather. He looked around at the group and shook his head. "Those two are in love with each other. We all see it. I'm just trying to help my boys out. Maybe they'll fuck out their frustrations. Sex always helps."

"No, it does not!" Horrified, Rachel went to push past Puck and run up the steps, but Lauren grabbed her and hauled her back like a bag of feathers. Stunned, Rachel looked up at the girl. "I have to go up there. Blaine's probably-"

"Making out with Hummel as we speak. C'mon, elf, let your brother have some fun," Santana interrupted, causing to Finn frowned at her. He looked back at the group behind him, noticing that some of the other partygoers decided that looking for Kurt and Blaine was a fruitless idea. Rachel still looked like she wanted to race upstairs and put a stop to whatever was going on, which was obviously a terrible idea and Finn told her so.

"I don't think I want to go upstairs if they're... doing stuff."

"Me neither," Rachel mumbled, "but Blaine's drunk and so is Kurt! What if something happens?"

"They're big boys," Puck laughed, slipping past the group to get to one of the boxes of pizza. He pulled a slice out and handed it over to Finn, "They'll be okay. Don't be a party-pooper. Have some food." When Finn took the pizza and began eating, Rachel deflated, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Finn-"

"I really don't think we should bother them."

"But-"

"Really, Rach. They're probably just talking. They're mad at each other anyway and I'm sure if they were fighting or up to something, we'd hear it, right?"

The bass thumped louder in the stereo, causing the wall to shake and Rachel closed her eyes, resigning herself to the idea that maybe it wasn't a good idea to head upstairs after all. They probably were just talking.

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Everything hurt... and when he said everything, he meant everything.

That was the first thing Blaine realized when he woke up: his entire body was in pain. Not so much excruciating pain, but it was still very uncomfortable to even move. His mouth felt full of cotton, his limbs ached, and his eyes were gummy (that's what he got for sleeping with his contacts in.) Plus his stomach felt bruised for some odd reason; his brain throbbed, and down there... felt strange. That was the thing that made him jump. The fact that his ass felt rubbed raw felt so off to him, so he kicked off the blankets covering his body and immediately gasped in horror.

He was naked. His body was bare, covered in light bruises, and his chest was dirtied with dried come. Confused, he scraped at the mess with his fingers, hissing in discomfort when he sat too hard on his bottom. What? ...oh my god.

Understanding why he felt that way made him sober up real fast, like someone poured ice-cold water on his head. He leaned up on his knees and carefully reached back, allowing his fingers to trail over his tender backside - they came back slightly sticky and a little slick. Oh no. Oh my god. Eyes wide, he crawled off of the unfamiliar bed and stumbled over to the full-sized mirror in the corner of the room, turning to try to get a good look at his nude body. Scratches lined his legs, purpling spots decorated his hips and torso, and he had several hickeys along his collarbone. Oh.

He had sex. Someone had sex with him... someone who wasn't in the room with him now. Someone who left before he woke up. Someone who possibly left as soon as the deed was over.

Someone who had left one of their things behind. Someone who wore a belt that looked a lot like one that Kurt-

No.

Nausea spread over him and he stumbled back, ignoring his nudity as he threw open the bedroom door and dragged himself into the hall bathroom. Bile spilled from his lips once he got the toilet seat up and he vomited and vomited, crying as everything in his system came out of him. His head felt like it was two seconds away from exploding, but nothing could quell the awful ache he felt in his heart.

He and Kurt had sex. It was obvious. Kurt forgot his belt; it was over near Blaine's clothes, so he probably didn't notice it in his haste to escape, but Blaine wasn't stupid - he knew the belt was Kurt's. He'd seen the damn thing enough over the last few weeks to know that it was one of the only ones Kurt wore. It was ragged, falling apart, but Kurt continued to wear it... and now it was lying in a pile of Blaine's discarded clothes.

Shame covered him like darkness and he fell back on his knees, sobbing when he realized the extent of what happened. Sometime during the night, he and Kurt had gotten together. Despite their previous fight, they must've made up and went upstairs or something and-

No.

Bits and pieces of the evening swirled in his memory. He remembered seeing Kurt in the bathroom. He remembered Kurt kissing him and then leaving for a minute because at that time, it felt like he was never coming back... and then Blaine remembered the most embarrassing (and somewhat ridiculously hot) moment of them all: he remembered the words he said right as Kurt came.

That was it. The rest was a blur.

Images of Kurt hovering over him, pounding into his ass made his stomach churn. He rose up on his feet, swaying as he pulled himself back into the unknown bedroom and began putting on his clothes. The tears kept coming, his mouth still tasted like bile (he really should've rinsed afterwards, but he was just so wiped out that he didn't bother), and all he wanted to do was sleep, but first he had to get out of there.

Getting completely dressed was a nightmare. He fell over several times in the process of putting his pants on and when he was finally close to being fully clothed, he found himself staring at the forgotten belt on the floor. Sniffling, he picked it up and folded it enough to tuck into his back pocket before he limped out of the bedroom and went downstairs. On the first floor, there were still people around, but most were sleeping minus three: Puck, Quinn, and Rachel. And when his sister spotted him standing at the bottom of the stairs, she quickly ran to him, throwing her arms around his waist.

"Are you okay?"

"I want to go home."

"Did Kurt-"

"I want to go home!" He didn't wait for her to answer. Pulling away, he threw open the front door and ran outside, hissing when the sunlight assaulted his already sensitive eyes. Rachel was throwing questions at him left and right, her voice pleading for him to just talk to her, but he wanted nothing of the sort. All he really wanted to do was get home and climb into the shower. He wanted to wash off the grimy feeling that covered his body before he climbed in bed and cried over the fact that he had sex with a guy and didn't remember it. He wanted to remember it, of course he did because he did care about Kurt and it was his first time and people were always talking about how one always remembered their first time... but Blaine didn't.

And... neither did Kurt.

Blaine knew a little bit of the story. Kurt confided in him that his first time was after a party where he got way too drunk and fucked some random guy he didn't know, so Kurt knew what it was like.

And he still left. He left Blaine alone even after all of that.

Silently, Blaine sunk down in the passenger seat, ignoring Rachel's worried statements about getting him help or going after Kurt. He let her drive him home and when they parked, he bolted from the car, not caring if his dads were home or not.

"Blaine! Wait!"

Her yells increased as he ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it on instinct before he began tearing off his clothes. In his haste, he tore the side of his vest, carelessly throwing it on the floor as the tears started up again. He was crying heavily, angry tears full of hate and disgust at himself for even allowing the damn thing to happen. Rachel was outside the bathroom door, knocking and crying too, but he shut her out, stepping into the shower and turning on the hot water full blast. It came out lukewarm at first, turning into burning hot within seconds and he hissed as the pain of the scalding water beat his tender skin.

"Blaine? Blaine, please!"

"Leave me alone, Rachel! I- I don't want to talk about it!"

"Blaine- nobody else is here right now! It's just me! You can talk to me! Please!"

"Go away!" He blocked out her pleading voice by sticking his head directly beneath the spray as the water pounded against his scalp. Before he burnt himself something awful, he turned the heat down and leaned against the tiled wall, letting the water trickle down his aching body as he cried. It wouldn't have been so bad if Kurt hadn't of left; if Kurt had stayed, they could've talked about it, maybe discussed what happened and why, but instead, Kurt ran away.

In Blaine's mind, he knew what that meant. Obviously Kurt didn't want it, didn't want Blaine, and that's why he left. If he had cared anything for Blaine's well-being or anything about Blaine in general, he would've stayed. He would've made sure that his friend didn't feel the same loneliness and regret that he felt the morning after his first time.

But he didn't. He left and now Blaine felt completely alone.

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Rachel couldn't get Blaine to talk about it.

She knew what happened. She did the math and figured that Blaine and Kurt had sex based on how upset Blaine was the following morning. She was there, sitting with Quinn and Puck (as awkward as that was) when they heard a door slam open upstairs, followed by the sound of someone throwing up and crying. At first, they thought it was because Blaine was hungover as hell, but when the boy came downstairs looking like someone had broken his heart, they all knew.

And now Rachel wanted to kill Kurt Hummel.

For the rest of the weekend, Blaine stayed in bed. He lied to their dads, telling them that he ate something bad at Puck's and it made him sick; the only reason they bought that was because Blaine told them it was an undercooked meat dish and Rachel was a vegetarian, so she was just fine while Blaine was not. Plus, Rachel didn't speak a word of what happened to her dads - she wanted to, god did she want to tell them so they could just make Blaine talk, but she didn't want to break her brother's trust, so she just kept quiet and keep a close eye on her little brother, making sure he didn't fall too far away from them.

He didn't. He just slept all weekend long.

On Monday morning, the two rode to school together, Rachel driving while Blaine sat quietly in the passenger seat. He had something in his hands, but with the way he was holding it, she wasn't too sure what it was since she couldn't see it. Neither spoke on the drive over; on the radio played one of Blaine's Katy Perry CDs, but other than that, the ride was silent and it made Rachel feel on edge the whole time.

Really all she wanted to do was drive straight home, drag Blaine into the house, and make up a bed on the couch while they both ate chocolate fudge ice cream, watched sappy movies, and talked about how stupid boys were. She just wanted her little brother to feel better; she wanted the dorky, happy Blaine back instead of this robotic, quiet one that was sitting beside her. She didn't like this Blaine; she didn't like to see him hurt. When Blaine hurt, she hurt.

Frowning, she slid a hand across the center console and placed her palm on Blaine's forearm, squeezing it gently before she glanced over at him. His face was stoic, eyes dull as he looked back over at her. "I'm sorry," she whispered, hoping that he'd at least understand how badly she felt for him.

All he could say in response was, "I'm sorry too."

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Blaine walked - no, stormed - towards the football field, his fingers tightening around the thick leather in his hands. The ever present smell of cigarette smoke filled his nose the closer he got towards the bleachers and he could see a haze of smoke swell out from the entrance to the Skanks' lair. Quinn was on watch this time, leaning against the railing with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, and when she saw him coming, her light eyes widened.

He knew she wanted to warn Kurt that he was coming, but she was just so locked on watching him, that she barely had the time to even glance in Kurt's direction before Blaine shoved past her and stepped into the area where Kurt and the other skanks sat.

"Here's your fucking belt," he hissed, throwing it forcefully at Kurt. It bounced off of the other boy's chest, causing Kurt to cough on his smoke when it struck him.

"Blaine, I-"

"Save it. Just stay out of my life, okay? I should've known better than to get mixed up with someone like you anyway." The words burned as they slipped from his lips; they felt like lies and Blaine knew they were, but he was just so hurt. Kurt was staring at him with saucer-wide oceanic eyes and even though Blaine knew his words were cutting, he really, really wanted Kurt to felt as hurt as he did.

Because he was fucking broken.

"I don't want to see you. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to hear about you. I don't want to know you. I'm done, okay? Done. Just stay out of... my life." He couldn't help the crack in his voice during the last part, nor could he stop the tears from filling his eyes when he noticed Kurt direct his gaze to the ground, but he was able, with one last parting look, to walk away for good.

A/N: My babies! Can I just say that the response the last chapter was amazing! I appreciate you guys' feedback on my first attempt at smut and you all made me blush - thank you! I hope you liked this chapter and hopefully you'll like the next one too! Thanks for reading! Oh, and I'm still dead from the last episode of glee (Skank!Kurt, you guys! Skank!Kurt!)