a/n: not beta'd again, jesus I always finish my chapters when my beta's are busy. sigh.
let me know if there are any mistakes, and I finally know where the story is going, it's just taking a little while to get there.
I don't own glee, etc.
It was almost five o'clock when Kurt Hummel was rushing through the empty corridors of McKinley. Cheerio's practice had run late, and it was only when he was deep in conversation with Quinn that he remembered he was supposed to be meeting Blaine for tutoring. Well he royally screwed that up, didn't he?
It only took him a second to grab his books out of his locker, and Kurt was once again walking as fast as he could (without actually running) to get to the library. This would be the only time in his life that he would be glad the librarian had nowhere else to be. Usually he just thought of her as annoying and crabby, but as she was the only one with the key, he actually owed her big time.
Kurt pushed the doors open a little too hard as he walked in, his body full of adrenaline, hoping that Blaine would have waited around. In all honesty, if Blaine did wait around—as much as he'd appreciate it—Kurt would feel guilty as hell.
He walked to the back where all the desks were situated, only to find a small, gelled down, mop of hair visible on a table surrounded by books. It seemed as though Blaine had fallen asleep waiting for him, and Kurt couldn't help but feel an uneasy feeling coil at the bottom of his stomach.
"Blaine... Blaine?" Kurt said quietly, moving to the side of Blaine and tapping his shoulder gently, hoping that he didn't scare the sleeping boy.
"Ummf, wha- what? I'm up. I'm up" Blaine said suddenly, jolting up from his seat quickly. His glasses were gathered around his chin and hanging off his ears as he rubbed at his eyes, looking over at the taller boy standing beside him.
"Oh god- Kurt? What time is it?" he grumbled, attempting to straighten himself a little. Blaine's curls were stuck to his forehead where he'd leaned against them, the gel making them stay securely down. It took everything Kurt had not to laugh at it, even though they'd only talked like, twice, Blaine could be so endearing.
"It's uh... five o' clock..." Kurt said guiltily as he put his books on the table and sat across from Blaine as he tried to hide his smile, secretly hoping that Blaine wouldn't be too tired to start the session. Even if he was, Kurt wouldn't complain. This was his own fault after all.
Kurt held off for a minute or two before he talked again, waiting for Blaine to wake up and compose himself a little better. He really did feel bad about making him wait, he probably had somewhere better to be. Who would want to help a stuck up popular kid with math anyway?
"So... Are you still up for tutoring? Because it's perfectly okay if you're not. I mean, I hope you don't feel pressured to stay because of me or anything..." Kurt began, still feeling a little guilty as he played with his pen, hoping he could get everything out before Blaine tried to interrupt him. "If you want to do this another time, then that's fine" he said with an assuring smile.
It took Blaine a second to register what Kurt had said, half because he was still groggy from his uncomfortable nap, and half because no one had really taken his feelings in to consideration before when he'd tutored them. It was actually really nice.
"No no, it's fine. I might have to cut it a little short though because my Mom wants me home before dinner so I can help" Blaine replied, matching Kurt's smile as he began to stack the books in to a neat pile.
"So what do you want to start with?"
The boys sat together for about an hour, mostly going over Kurt's calculus work and making sure he knew the basics of what he'd be doing in the semester, so that if he does slack off then it won't be too bad.
Kurt had also decided that Blaine was a really good teacher.
Blaine had spent the first ten minutes going over the formulas that Kurt had learned last year, and then correcting him when he was wrong. But the way Blaine explained it made Kurt understand in a matter of seconds. Where as the teacher could be talking about it for an hour, and Kurt still wouldn't know what the hell was going on.
For once, Kurt was silently thanking Coach Sylvester, because he may actually pass his classes with a grade higher than a C thanks to Blaine.
Kurt watched as Blaine closed his book gently, folding his hands on top of the cover after he'd looked down at his watch. "I'm sorry Kurt but I really need to get going" he said with a sad smile, beginning to gather his other books (which they didn't end up using).
Replying with a small nod, Kurt began to pack his own work away, occasionally glancing over at Blaine as he began to put things in his bag.
No, he didn't miss the way Blaine's arms tensed as he grabbed one of the heavier books.
He also didn't miss the way a vein or two showed up as he put his heavy bag over his shoulders.
Okay so this was going to be a problem.
"Do you need any help?" Blaine asked, as he was now standing in front of Kurt. He looked around and noticed that he hadn't exactly made much of an effort to pack his own things away.
Yeah this was definitely going to be a problem.
"Oh, no no. I'm fine thanks" Kurt insisted, putting his notes in to a messy pile and flattening them down in between his books, realizing just now that he'd need to go back to his locker to put them away.
"Okay, cool" Blaine nodded, twisting the strap on his bag nervously. Kurt figured it must be a habit of his.
"Well if you don't need any help, I'm just gonna go then... I'll see you around..." Blaine said awkwardly, only waiting for a few seconds before turning and leaving the library slowly.
"Oh, Blaine!" Kurt called after him, just as he reached the door. "Thanks"
Blaine smiled and nodded, pulling the door open and walking through.
Slumping in his chair, Kurt ran his hands through his hair and sighed, giving his eyes a quick rub before finally standing and grabbing his things. He left out the same door that Blaine had done, only going in the opposite direction towards his locker.
Kurt spent a few minutes at his locker to make his hair look perfect again, mentally sighing at the fact he'd actually ran his finger through his hair in public. A momentary lapse in judgement, he assured himself.
As Kurt pushed open the main entrance to the door, he breathed in the fresh air and stretched for a second, beginning to make his way to his car.
He noticed that Blaine's car was still parked in the parking lot, well he figured it was Blaine's because he doubted anyone else would hang a miniature Gryffindor scarf around their rear view mirror. He took a moment to wonder where he was, well that was until he heard the familiar 'thud' of the large dumpsters around the corner, and deep laughter.
God, not again. The kid really can't catch a break can he?
Kurt was lucky that he didn't have anything with him, so he quickly jogged to the side of the building, hoping he could at least spare Blaine the humiliating 'I hope you liked that, fairy' rant the jocks usually go on after doing something like this. He also wondered why they were still hanging around the school at this time of the afternoon. Usually they avoid school like the plague after hours.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" Kurt asked, pushing the jocks—who turned out to be Azimio and another guy he didn't know the same of—to the side, so he could check on Blaine.
"You okay?" he whispered as he looked in to the dumpster, noticing Blaine was holding his arm. He just looked so, ashamed.
Turning back to the bullies, Kurt noticed they had their eyebrows raised at Kurt.
"And what the hell is your problem?" Azimio asked, almost mimicking Kurt. "We were making sure that fairy knew his place. We saw him making goo-goo eyes at you through the library window."
"And when we came out, we saw him leaving a note on your car." the other guy added in, and Kurt was ready to punch both of them.
"Jesus Christ are you two really as stupid as you look? What were you in doing in the parking lot anyway? Blaine was leaving me a note, asking me when he wanted to meet up again for tutoring. Blaine was tutoring me because unlike you two morons, I would really like to graduate and leave this shit hole town!" Kurt really didn't know there was a note, be he assumed there was something like that written on there, and if there wasn't then they'd talk about it later. Assuming that Blaine would still talk to him after this, anyway.
"Whatever, later Hummel." Azimio said with rolled eyes, before fist bumping the other jock as they walked away.
Hopefully they'd leave Blaine at least somewhat alone now.
Hopefully.
Kurt turned back around quickly when he remembered Blaine was still in the dumpster.
"Oh Blaine..." he sighed, putting his feet in one of the dents on the side and jumping over so he was in the dumpster too. He didn't care if his uniform got dirty, he had more and he was sure Blaine needed his help a lot more than he cared about his clothes.
Well he cared about his clothes a hell of a lot, but his uniform was different.
"Kurt, no it's fine. Really" Blaine said with a half attempt at a smile as he tried to stand, wincing as he put pressure on his arm.
Kurt was stood on the dumpster, leaning on the side with his eyebrows raised. "I highly doubt that Blaine" he chuckled, trying to break some of the tension. "Come on"
Hooking his arm gently under the shoulder of Blaine's bad side, he helped him too his feet fairly easily. Kurt was a lot stronger than he looked, and he could thank the Cheerios for that.
"Now, getting out is going to be the hard bit"
Blaine nodded, watching as Kurt climbed back out.
"If you swing your leg over the top and hold on with your good arm, I'll hold on you as you swing your other leg over and fall forward, okay?"
Blaine nodded again, figuring that this was the only was he was going to get out, without being in immense pain. Or so he hoped.
"3... 2... 1..." Kurt counted down as Blaine swung his second leg over the top, and toppled forward as Kurt caught him. He managed to support Blaine's weight for a few seconds before losing his balance and falling back, managing to move himself so Blaine landed on him instead of the concrete, and didn't hurt himself even more.
"Now... That wasn't so hard" he laughed
And Blaine couldn't help but to laugh with him.