Chapter 4
Hello Lovely Readers! Sorry, it took me longer than I'd originally thought, I was uber busy! :$ So yeah, thanks for reading, enjoy, etc...
Kurt scaled the rough bricks with ease, and slipped in the window. The numbers lit up on the clock read 3:40am. Kurt sighed, pulled off his jeans, shoes and hoody, and slipped into the bed. Kurt cocked his head, and looked at his bed. Blaine's pillow was back on Blaine's bed. Kurt pursed his lips, before closing his eyes; Kurt had school later after all.
Kurt woke again at 6. Classes began at 8, and breakfast was served from 6:30-7:45. Kurt went into the bathroom, and started up a shower. While the water was warming up, Kurt went out to his closet and pulled out a blazer, shirt, tie and pants. Kurt brought them into the bathroom. Kurt stripped down, and stepped into the shower. He didn't know when Blaine would be waking up, so Kurt washed himself quickly. After Kurt rinsed out the conditioner, he stepped out and wrapped a towel around himself. Kurt heard someone banging on the door.
"Kurt! Kuuuuurt! I gotta piss! Kuuuuurt!" Blaine whined. Kurt sighed, and smiled. He picked up his clothes, and opened the door and was met with a very sleepy looking Blaine, his curls the absolute definition of bedhead. Kurt smiled, and held a stray curl between his fingertips.
"Cute," Kurt said with a wink. Blaine groaned, and pushed past Kurt into the bathroom. Kurt laughed, and quickly took off the towel, and was just sliding his boxers on when Blaine opened the door. Blaine's eyes widened as Kurt shrieked, hurriedly pulling them the rest of the way up. Blaine still stood in the door, his eyes glazed.
"I know my ass is white but you don't have to make that big of a deal about it," Kurt said offhandedly. Blaine shook his head,
"Oh, uh, yeah," he stammered. Blaine went to his bed, and pulled off his pajama pants, and switched them instead for his slacks. Kurt was just finishing with his tie when Blaine cleared his throat. Kurt looked over with a raised eyebrow.
"Er, can you… can you tie my tie for me?" Kurt laughed, and Blaine turned red.
"Yeah!" Kurt managed between giggles, but fell silent when he saw Blaine's scowl. Kurt bit his lip to prevent any more giggling, and quickly tied Blaine's tie.
"What did you do before I came here?"
"I… I asked Wes," Blaine said with a pout. Kurt grinned, and pinched his cheeks.
"Adorable, that's what you are!" Kurt said in a sing-song voice.
"Yeah sure, fuck you Hummel." Blaine said, turning his back. Kurt pouted even though Blaine couldn't see it. Kurt shrugged on his blazer and walked over to Blaine. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and whispered right into his ear,
"I'm sorry, Blaine. Please, wont you forgive me?" Kurt practically purred. Blaine groaned and turned in Kurt's embrace. He wore a smirk.
"For the right price, maybe." Kurt knew exactly what he meant, but still played dumb.
"But, Mr. Anderson! I haven't any money?" Kurt made a show of turning out his pockets. Blaine grabbed Kurt's face, and pulled his lips roughly to his own. Kurt's tongue darted into Blaine's mouth, his hands creeping ever downward. Blaine moaned, and at that, Kurt stepped back. Kurt grinned. Blaine was breathing rather unevenly, and his heartbeat was erratic. His cheeks were flushed.
"All even!" Kurt joked. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Would you accompany me for breakfast, Mr. Hummel?" Blaine asked, his voice taking on an British accent. Kurt laughed. And nodded. Blaine seemed to sober up for a moment,
"It's okay that we sit with Wes, David, Nick and Jeff right?" Kurt smiled.
"Of course, I'd love to actually meet them." Blaine walked to the door, and held it open with a bow. Kurt smiled and walked past, Blaine catching up after a few steps. A push from behind sent Blaine sprawling into a wall, and Kurt stumbled. Kurt's head whipped around, and saw the now-familiar silhouette of Karofsky sneering at them.
"Didn't you learn your lesson, you fucking cunt!" Kurt snarled. Kurt made to go forward, but an arm grabbed him. Kurt wrenched himself around, and glared at said arm, before realizing that it belonged to Blaine. Kurt's expression softened.
"Jesus Kurt, you can get pretty scary!" Blaine said, jokingly, but Kurt could tell he really meant it.
"Sure you're not in for murder?" Blaine asked, a smile on his face. Kurt thought back to his last meal, the one before, and the ones before that. Kurt looked away, and the smile vanished from Blaine's face.
"Kurt?" Kurt looked at him, a cheery smile plastered on his face.
"We better not keep your friends waiting." And Kurt started walking again, Blaine hurrying to catch up.
As Blaine ran after Kurt, his mind was spinning. Not just from being shoved into the wall; although that was part of the reason, but just how intimidating and fucking scary Kurt had just looked. And how he had acted like that when Blaine asked about the whole murder thing. What was up with that? Kurt hadn't killed anyone, had he? Blaine was brought back to reality by the sound of the cafeteria doors opening. They saw the group sitting at their usual table, and went to join them. They already had food and were eating.
"Morning guys," Blaine said. He got a couple nods, a sleepy grunt and a mumbled 'hello' from David.
"Hope you guys don't mind if I sit with you?" Kurt asked softly. How anyone could mind when Kurt asked like that, was beyond Blaine. The boys all nodded, and Kurt sat down beside Nick, and Blaine sat beside Kurt.
"So, Kurt, tell us about yourself," Jeff said, pointing at Kurt with his fork. Kurt smiled and shrugged.
"Not much to tell, just another kid at a reform school,"
"What are you here for then?"
"Stole a car, nothing too snazzy," Kurt said with a smile. Various heads around the table nodded.
"I'll get some food, Kurt, what do you want?"
"Just an apple, thanks Blaine." Blaine got up, and went to the food line.
The table fell silent when Blaine left.
"So, Kurt," Wes began. "Would you want to sing with us maybe after school?"
"Yeah!" Jeff said enthusiastically, "You sound amazing," Jeff winked. Kurt laughed,
"I'd love to," Kurt smiled.
"So how old are you?" David asked. Kurt smiled, if only they knew.
"Seventeen, you?"
"Same, all of us. Last year here, thank god!" Kurt laughed again, and Blaine returned with a tray of food, and passed Kurt his apple.
"Thanks," Kurt said. Blaine nodded and turned his attention to his breakfast.
"What's your first class?" Nick asked. Kurt pulled out his class list,
"Uh, English with Jefferson."
"Oh! I have that too! So does Wes, you can come with us," Nick said. Kurt smiled in thanks, and took a bite of his apple.
"What do you have after?" Blaine asked. Kurt kept chewing, and handed his class list to Blaine. Blaine scanned it, and smiled.
"We have math and rec together! I'll meet you after English and walk with you to math," Blaine said with a smile. Some very audible throat-clearings were heard around the table, and Kurt looked at the boys who had smirks and innocent expressions on their faces. Kurt shook his head with a smile. Nick and Wes got up,
"We better get going. Come on Kurt," Kurt stood,
"See ya later," Kurt turned and walked out of the cafeteria with Nick and Wes.
Blaine watched the three as they left the cafeteria. He turned his gaze back to his breakfast once they had left. He could feel eyes on him, and he looked up. Jeff and David were staring at him, wearing matching smirks.
"What?" Blaine grumbled. David just kept smirking, while Jeff dissolved into silent laughter. Blaine glared at them, and took a bite of his now-cold eggs. He could still feel them watching him,
"Take a picture why don't you?" Blaine snapped. Jeff just laughed harder before miming taking a picture with an imaginary camera. Blaine flipped them off, and stood, shoving his tray to the middle of the table.
"See you fuckers in Socials," Blaine said before walking to the door. He had gone out into the empty hallway and was walking by a row of lockers when he was shoved into the lockers. Blaine looked up, and saw Jeff pressing up against him, moaning.
"I'm sorry, Blainey-boo," Jeff breathed up at Blaine, looking up through his eyelashes. Jeff was pulled off Blaine by a now approaching David.
"Oh knock it off, Jeff. You know it's only Kurt that does it for him!" David said with a wink. Jeff laughed, and Blaine groaned and rolled his eyes with a smile.
Kurt followed Nick and Wes to the English classroom, unsure what to expect. They paused outside a door marked 174, before Nick pushed open the door. There were five rows of desks, a chalkboard at the front, a large teacher's desk, but not a teacher in sight. The three boys took desks at the far back right corner, Kurt sitting in the corner, with Wes to his front and Nick to his left.
"Where's the teacher?" Kurt asked. Wes turned around in his seat.
"Usually doesn't come until the bell, I don't think she likes us," Nick laughed. Kurt smiled. The three boys chatted, in their own little calm bubble in the storm of the classroom, when the bell rang. There was absolutely no change in the attitude and behavior of the class when Ms. Jefferson walked in. She was a short lady, wearing a simple black pantsuit.
"Boys, please, quiet down." She tried, when the balls of paper and loud talking didn't cease, she simply turned and wrote on the board, 'read chapters 1-5 for next class' and sat down at her desk, shaking her head.
"Isn't she going to teach us anything?" Kurt asked, puzzled. Wes grinned,
"She gave up a long time ago. Nick and I are the only ones who basically do what she asks… well to some extent." Nick snickered. Nick grabbed three books from the back shelf and gave them to Kurt and Wes. Nick nodded to them before sinking lower in his chair and started to read. Kurt looked over at Wes; Wes shrugged and did the same. Kurt examined the book. It was Lord of the Flies, Kurt hadn't read it before. Kurt settled back into his chair and tuned the noise out, and began to read.
When the bell rang to signal the end of class, all three of them were still immersed in their books. Wes and Nick were somewhere around chapter four, while Kurt was halfway done the book. He was a fast reader, another vampire trait. Kurt grabbed his bags, and went out into the hallway. Blaine was leaning up against the row of lockers. Kurt smiled, and waved to Nick and Wes who were heading to rec in the other direction.
"How was English?" Blaine asked. Kurt shrugged,
"Wasn't bad, kind of boring though." Blaine laughed,
"Read all class?" Kurt just nodded. The two boys walked through the hallways, chatting about random things when they came just inside the door of the math classroom and Kurt froze. Cameron was sitting at the back, with the only two empty seats beside him. Figures, Kurt thought. Kurt nodded to him, as they sat down beside him.
"Hey," Kurt said, softly. Cameron just nodded. Kurt pursed his lips, and then turned to Blaine. Blaine saw Kurt's upset expression,
"You okay?" Blaine whispered. Kurt nodded.
"Do we do anything in this class?" Kurt asked eager to change the subject. Blaine's eyes lightened, and he smiled,
"Unfortunately yes, but it really is easy. Teachers here all think we're dumb or something." Kurt laughed and then the class was called to order. Unlike last class, the students actually listened to the teacher. They did a bit of notes, and then the teacher gave them the rest of the class to do the homework. Very few actually did, many others, like Kurt and Blaine, simply talked or vandalized things. Kurt turned to Blaine.
"What do you want to do tonight?" Kurt asked Blaine. Blaine thought for a second.
"You wanna try singing with me—us?" Blaine blushed a little at his slip-up.
"Sure, I'd like to sing a duet with you Blaine," Kurt smirked. Blaine rolled his eyes and turned to his homework.
"Oh give it up, you're not actually going to do your math and just not talk to me?" Blaine sighed, and made a dramatic show of putting down his pencil. Kurt laughed. Blaine just went to open his mouth when the bell rang. Kurt turned to pick up his bag and saw Cameron already out of his seat, mouth in a thin line, and heading for the door. Kurt frowned, and then he turned and walked with Blaine out the door.
"You hungry?" Blaine asked. Kurt shrugged.
"Not really," Kurt's mind was elsewhere. He was going to have to talk to Cameron, preferably tonight. Kurt pushed open the door to the cafeteria and saw the rest of the gang sitting around their usual table, stuffing their faces. Kurt smiled as he sat down.
"Want me to get you anything?" Blaine asked. Kurt shook his head. Blaine turned and went to go get his food.
"So," Wes began. The boys had all stopped eating, and were smirking at Kurt. Kurt's eyebrows furrowed.
"Um, yeah?" Kurt asked.
"How's Blaine?" Nick blurted. Kurt bit his lip.
"I don't know what you mean." They all rolled their eyes.
"Oh, Blaine invited me to sing with you guys, if that's okay?" Kurt continued. His words were met with grins.
"Yeah, for sure!" David said.
"So what do you have after lunch?" Jeff asked. Kurt thought for a second,
"French and rec."
"Me and Blaine have rec with you, but I think you're on your own for French…" Kurt frowned.
"Okaaaaay," Kurt said dramatically, drawing out the 'a'. Blaine reappeared at that moment, plopping down beside Kurt.
"What'd I miss?" Blaine asked with his mouth full of food.
"Manners class, apparently," Kurt said with a wink. Blaine swallowed, pouting. Kurt was transfixed by the bobbing of his Adam's apple. Kurt shook his head clear.
"But nothing much, we have rec together, but alas, I'm on my own for French." Blaine pursed his lips.
"I think Karofsky and Vanders are in that class," he said quietly, but everyone at the table heard.
"I think I'll be alright," They all still looked uneasy, except for Jeff.
"Yeah! Kurtsie's got it covered, you guys shoulda seen him when he fought Karofsky!" and Jeff launched into a re-telling of the story, while Kurt and Blaine talked quietly.
"I'll walk you to French though, and after we can go together to rec, okay?" Blaine asked in a low voice. Kurt nodded, before grabbing Blaine's fork and taking a bite of his macaroni and cheese. He frowned at the taste.
"Hey! Now I've got your germs on my fork!" Blaine whined. The bell rang. Kurt stood, and bent down to whisper in Blaine's ear,
"If you don't like my germs, I'll make sure to never kiss you again. So, don't worry, it won't happen again, Anderson." Kurt winked, and walked off through the cafeteria to the doors. Blaine stood up, and rushed after him.
"Kurt! I was kidding! I'd take your germs any day! Kiss me, fuck me, whatever! I'm down! Kurt!" Blaine called after him. Kurt froze, and turned and ran towards him, and placed his hand over his mouth.
"You can't just say that in the middle of the hallway!" Kurt hissed. Blaine gave him the puppy dog eyes, and Kurt just sighed and went to remove his hand. Blaine held it there, and licked it.
"Blaine!" Kurt screeched, and ripped his hand away.
"Just cause you want my germs doesn't mean I want yours, Anderson." Kurt muttered.
"That's not what you were saying last night, Hummel!" he sang in a sing-song voice. Kurt rolled his eyes and marched off down the hallway. Blaine caught up with Kurt just outside his French classroom.
"Kuuuuuurt, don't be mad at me," Blaine pouted. "Love me!" he whined. Kurt just turned and walked into his French classroom.
Kurt sat at the back of the class, as he was one of the first few inside. Kurt was fluent at French, among other languages. The rest of the seats began filling up, and to Kurt's horror, Mark Vanders walked in and took the seat right next to Kurt's. Kurt groaned.
"What was that, new kid?" Vanders said. Kurt just ignored him. Karofsky walked in, just before the bell. He took the seat in front of Kurt, much like the set-up Kurt had in English, but with less desirable seatmates. The teacher began the lesson, she was a no-nonsense Italian woman with a heavy French accent. She fired off rapid questions in French, and when a classmate was acting up, she would insult them in French. Kurt didn't think said student would know what she was saying. Kurt had zoned out, and was looking out the window when a paper ball landed on his desk. He looked over at Vanders, who was gesturing with his head at it. Kurt sighed, and unfolded it.
Hey new kid,
You think you're tough shit? This ain't fucking over, fag. If you don't watch yourself, your boyfriend Anderson's gonna get it. I dare you to try anything.
Kurt's eyes widened. He scribbled furiously,
Hey fucktard,
You think YOU'RE tough shit? I fucking dare YOU to even try to do anything to him. I'll fucking kill you.
Love,
New Kid.
Kurt whipped the paper ball back at Vanders' face. Kurt smirked when he saw him turn and glare at Kurt.
*FLASHBACK*
Dave Karofsky walked to Mark's dorm, and knocked on the door. The door opened and he was yanked inside.
"What'd you find out?" Mark asked.
"Well, he seems to be friends with Blaine Anderson and his group of friends, but he seems to like Anderson. I've also seen him with that Cameron kid." Dave said in a rush. Mark nodded.
"We've already tried to mess up Cameron, and that didn't go well." Mark subconsciously touched a long scar running across his bicep. He shook his head.
"I guess that leaves Anderson. Maybe his friends too, but let's go for Anderson. Did you find out what room he's in?" Dave shook his head. Mark rolled his eyes.
"Of course you didn't, dumbshit. Get out, I'll let you know what we're gonna do and when.
*END FLASHBACK*
That was the last of the contact between Kurt and the two idiots who sat around him. The bell rang, and Blaine peeked his head in the door and saw Kurt surrounded by the two guys, he frowned and his eyes darkened. Kurt grabbed his bags and walked towards the door, but paused in the aisle and looked back at them,
"Vas te faire encule," (A/N: Means fuck you! :p) and Kurt walked out. He could have sworn he saw the teacher laughing as he left.
"You okay?" Blaine asked, his eyes full of worry. He's so easy to read, Kurt thought.
"Yeah, they were just being idiots." Kurt shrugged. Blaine still looked troubled.
"Blaine, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine." Blaine sighed,
"Okay, let's go get changed." The two boys walked until they reached a door marked, "Change room."
Kurt paused,
"Do we just get changed out here?" he squeaked. Blaine laughed.
"Yeah, just don't drop the soap." A voice said from behind him. Hands snaked around his waist. Kurt tensed, and turned. It was just Jeff though, and he was laughing. He removed his hands and went to a locker. He pulled out shorts and a t-shirt.
"Oh shit! I forgot my stuff, I'll have to go get it." Kurt said. Blaine shook his head.
"I have extras, you can borrow!" And Blaine went to another locker and threw navy blue shorts and a Dalton t-shirt at Kurt. Kurt put it on the bench and looked around. He quickly stripped off his shirt and had the other one on within seconds. He put on his shorts even faster.
Blaine pursed his lips. Kurt couldn't be self-conscious, could he? I mean that boy was hella sexy, he had to know it. Blaine thought. Blaine simply shrugged into his gym clothes, and walked with Jeff and Kurt out to the yard. It was kind of like gym class, but there were no organized activities, and no teachers, only guards. The rec yard consisted basically of an outdoor gym, a basketball court, and a field.
"What do you guys wanna do?" Jeff asked. Kurt just shrugged.
"We could just like hangout on the field?" Jeff nodded, and they made their way over to the shade of a tree and sat down. When Kurt saw the tree though, he got kind of a funny look on his face before sitting down.
"What was that look for?" Jeff asked. So Blaine wasn't the only one who noticed it. Kurt froze.
"Just, er. Déjà vu…" Jeff frowned, but let it go.
"So do we just sit out here?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, pretty much." Blaine said with a shrug. Kurt lay back against the tree, and put his arms behind his head. His shirt rose up a bit, exposing an inch of pale, toned stomach. Blaine shuddered. Jeff looked at him with a grin.
"So Kurt," Jeff began. Kurt looked over at Jeff with a raised eyebrow.
"Wanna play truth?" Kurt looked puzzled.
"Play what?" Kurt asked.
"You've never heard of truth?" Blaine asked. Jeff's jaw dropped. Kurt shook his head.
"Basically it's just like we ask each other questions. It's usually truth or dare, but I don't really wanna do dares out here…" Jeff said, looking around.
"Oh, well okay then. Shoot." Kurt said, waving his hand in a lazy wave. Jeff got a wicked grin on his face. Blaine gulped, that face was never good.
"Okay, Kurt. Are you a virgin?" Kurt's eyes widened.
"Wh-what?" He stuttered.
"You heard me. Are you a virgin?" Kurt bit his lip.
"Yeah,"
Kurt was a virgin. I mean it was hard enough finding a nice vampire, let alone a gay one. And getting laid had never been on Kurt's top priorities.
"Really?" Blaine asked. Kurt looked over at him. Blaine looked flabbergasted. Kurt looked down.
"How far have you gone?" Jeff prodded.
"Just making out," Kurt looked up at Blaine with a wry grin. Jeff saw this.
"You guys made out didn't you!" Kurt and Blaine just grinned.
"You fuckers! When were you going to tell me? And fuck, guess that means Kurt's off the market," Jeff added with an exaggerated sigh. Kurt gasped, and Blaine fell over, laughing.
"Aw, come on Kurt. Just one kiss? So I can have something to think about tonight?"
"In public…?" Jeff just nodded. Kurt sighed, and pressed his lips to Jeff's cheek. When Kurt pulled away, Jeff was pouting.
"This is a reform school, not a catholic school. Now c'mere," Jeff shot forward, grabbed Kurt's face, and roughly attached Kurt's face to his. Kurt gasped in surprise, and Jeff used that moment to slide his tongue into Kurt's mouth. Jeff moaned wantonly, and Jeff leaned over Kurt, propping himself up on his elbows. Blaine cleared his throat.
"Um. That's enough." Blaine yanked Jeff off of Kurt, who just sat there looking dazed.
"Holy shit. Blaine you lucky motherfucker." Jeff breathed, his eyes glazed over. Kurt seemed to break out of his trance.
"Well then. Uh, Blaine, how far have you gone?" Kurt asked. Blaine paused.
"Blow job," he said.
"From who?" Kurt asked.
"My ex," Blaine said, looking away. Jeff laughed.
"Oooooooh, Jeremiah," Jeff moaned loudly. Blaine gave Jeff a shove. Jeff propped himself up on one elbow.
"I like it rough," Jeff purred.
"Horny bastard," Blaine muttered. Kurt laughed.
"Jeff, how far have you gone?" Blaine's eyes widened,
"Yeah, Jeff! How far?" Blaine echoed. Jeff fidgeted.
"Oh, uh, you know. Blowjob," Jeff finished quickly. Blaine laughed.
"Ha! Same as me! And you act all slutty, but you're just a fucking baby penguin!"
"Fuck off!" Jeff blushed. Kurt just grinned. The final bell of the day rang, and the three boys headed inside.
Kurt, Blaine and Jeff walked up to Kurt and Blaine's room. Jeff collapsed on Kurt's bed, and Blaine sat on his own.
"What time are we doing this singing thing?" Kurt asked.
"Maybe like 7:00? Why?" Blaine said.
"Okay, I'll meet you back here then." Kurt turned and left. Blaine turned to Jeff, and saw he was just as confused as Blaine was.
"Is he always like this?" Jeff asked.
"You mean has moods that change in an instant? Then yes." Blaine said, annoyed.
"I wonder what he's up to." Jeff said. Blaine had an idea. A stupid, childish idea.
"Wanna follow him?" Jeff nodded. They opened and closed the door quietly, and made their way down the hall.
After looking around the school for a while, Kurt went to Cameron's room, and knocked on the door. Cameron opened it after a few seconds. When he saw Kurt, his eyes darkened.
"Yes?" He asked. It could have been polite, if it wasn't said so coldly.
"Can we talk?" Cameron paused for a moment, and nodded. Kurt made to go into the room but Cameron walked out and shut the door.
"Roommates inside," Cameron explained. The two walked out into the rec yard, underneath the tree Kurt was under during rec.
"So," Cameron said, arching his eyebrow.
"Okay, I wanna know what's up with you! You've been ignoring me or glaring at me all day, and I don't know why!" Kurt said, his voice raising.
"Keep your voice down," Cameron said. Kurt glared at him.
"Alright, fine. You wanna know why? Cause I'm hurt, heartbroken even, okay! Yesterday, when we were talking, I all but told you I liked you! I thought I made it pretty clear, and I thought you liked me back too! And then, last night, when we were hunting, I could smell Blaine all over you because you guys were fucking making out!" Cameron hit the tree, his eyes sparking with anger. The bark cracked.
"Blaine's a fucking human, Kurt. Do you not know how dangerous that is? I'm your own kind, there'd be nothing wrong with us, and we could work! You're being so selfish!" Kurt stood, his hand on his hip.
"How am I being selfish?" Kurt snarled. Cameron rolled his eyes.
"If you date him, you're not only going to have to expose yourself, but you could kill him! Do you not realize that? You could fucking kill him in an instant!" Cameron glared at Kurt.
"You think I don't know that? I can't help it! I want him Cameron, and I know you're jealous, don't even try to say otherwise," Kurt added when Cameron had opened his mouth to speak. "I can't help who I want!" Kurt hissed.
"He's worth it," Kurt then added, softly. Cameron's eyes widened, as he instantly caught onto what Kurt was saying.
"You… You can't possibly," Cameron spluttered. Kurt just glared at him. Cameron pushed Kurt back against the tree, and shook him.
"Do you know what he'll do? Do you know what you'll do? You'll ruin everything! If you tell him, you'll either have to kill him or turn him! You have no right to make that choice for him!" Cameron shook Kurt. Kurt pushed Cameron off of him.
"I can do what I want, and please, just leave me alone. I can do this." And Kurt spun around, and headed back inside.
Blaine stood behind a bush, shell-shocked. Jeff had left a couple minutes ago to meet Wes, David and Nick in Blaine's room. What was Cameron going on about? How could Kurt kill me? And turn me into what? And what does he mean by hunting? Blaine's head started to hurt, from all this thought processing. Blaine didn't even notice that the conversation had stopped until he saw Kurt striding towards him out of the corner of his eye.
"Oh shit," Blaine muttered. He turned and ran inside, and made it up to their room. He just jumped onto the bed when Kurt walked in, muttering to himself.
"Hey," Blaine said, a little breathlessly. Kurt just nodded at him, and went into the bathroom. Jeff arrived with the others after a few minutes with some chips they had stolen from the kitchen. Jeff glanced at Blaine, but Blaine just shook his head. Kurt re-emerged from the bathroom a moment later looking much more composed.
"What are we singing?" Kurt asked.
"I was thinking, Misery by Maroon 5." Blaine replied. Kurt shrugged.
"Let's do this."
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
So scared of breaking it that you won't let it bend
And I wrote two hundred letters I will never send
Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them bleed
So let me be, and I'll set you free, oh yeah
I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me, oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me, oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
Now I'm gonna get you back
I'm Gonna get you back
Your salty skin and how it mixes in with mine
The way it feels to be completely intertwined
Not that I didn't care, It's that I didn't know
It's not what I didn't feel, It's what I didn't show
So let me be, and I'll set you free
I am in misery
And there ain't nobody who can comfort me, oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me, oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
And now I'm gonna get you back
I'm Gonna get you back
You say your faith is shaken, you may be mistaken
You keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun
I'm desperate and confused, so far away from you
I'm getting there, I don't care where I have to run
Blaine began dancing around the room, jumping on the beds and desks.
Why do ya' do what'cha do to me, yeah
Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah
Why do ya' do what'cha do to me, yeah
Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah
I am in misery
And there ain't nobody who can comfort me, oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me, oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
Now I'm gonna get you back
I'm Gonna get you back
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
Now I'm gonna get you back
I'm Gonna get you back
The moment the song started, the earlier conversation was all but forgotten from Kurt and Blaine's mind. Kurt's voice harmonized perfectly with the other Warblers. But, once the song ended, the other boys left with the excuse of 'homework'.
"Do… do you wanna do a duet?" Blaine asked, hesitantly. Kurt looked at him.
"Yeah, what did you have in mind?"
"Er, I like 'Baby it's Cold Outside', if that's alright with you?" Kurt nodded with a smile.
"I think I have that on my phone as well." Kurt pulled out his phone, and after a few moments, the familiar tune began wafting out of the speakers.
(A/N: Italics = Kurt, Bold = Blaine)
I really can't stay
Baby, it's cold outside
Kurt got up from beside Blaine, and went to his own bed.
I've got to go away
Baby, it's cold outside
Blaine got up, and followed him, sitting down beside him.
This evening has been
Was hoping that you'd drop in
Kurt made to get up, But Blaine reached up and pulled him back down.
So very nice
I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful what's the hurry
My father will be pacing the floor
Listen to the fire place roar
So really I'd better scurry
Beautiful please don't hurry
Kurt stood again, and made to go for the door.
Well maybe just half a drink more
Put some records on while I pour
The neighbors might think
Baby, it's bad out there
Say what's in this drink?
No haps to be had out there
Blaine rushed ahead, and blocked the door.
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now
To break the spell
I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no no no sir
Mind if I move in closer?
Blaine took a step closer to Kurt, but Kurt backed away, towards the middle of the room.
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
What the sense of hurting my pride?
I really can't say
Baby, don't hold out
Babe but it's cold outside
I simply must go
But, baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no
But, baby, it's cold outside
This welcome has been
How lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm
Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious
Gosh your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door
Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious
Ooh your lips are delicious
But maybe a cigarette more
Blaine met Kurt in the middle of the room, and took his hands.
Never such a blizzard before
I've got to get home
But, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me a coat?
it's up to your knees out there
You've really been nice
I'm thrilled when you touch my hair
But don't you see
Blaine twirled Kurt around, and stopped him, keeping a hand on his waist.
How can you do this thing to me?
There's bound to be talk tomorrow
Think of my lifelong sorrow
At least it will be plenty implied
If you've got it hold your head high
I really can't stay
Get over that hold out
Oh, but it's cold outside.
Blaine tugged Kurt so he was sitting on his bed beside him. Blaine turned his head, and met Kurt's blue-green gaze. He leaned in, and touched his lips softly to Kurt's then pulled back. He touched their foreheads.
"Would you sleep here tonight?" Blaine asked. Kurt looked at him, How can I resist a face like that?
"Sure," Kurt said with a smile.
But how can I resist his blood, his pounding heartbeat I can hear right now. How can I resist the temptation?
I apologize if the French is wrong, I just used google translate…Hope you guys liked it! Reviews are love :) Check out my other story! It's a western style Klaine fic I've just started, see if you like it!