A/N: I'm sorry for inflicting the long wait on you! I've just had the busiest week of hell. I won't go into details, because no one really cares, but I'm here now bearing a chapter! Please let me know what you think?
A/N2: This chapter was betaed by the lovely and awesome Emberwillow14.
A/N3: The first line of this chapter is credited to Emberwillow14, as well :)
Chapter Four
Blaine's eyes raked down Kurt's figure, taking in the navy v-neck, black skinny jeans, and beige sweater, licking his lips hungrily, wanting to rid the younger boy before him of his tempting attire. Of course, he wouldn't voice any of his desires to Kurt; at least, not yet. The poor boy would probably run screaming for the hills if he ever caught even a glimpse of the things that went on in Blaine's mind. Kurt had been through so much in the past few weeks; Blaine was determined not to make things worse.
Kurt finally spotted the older teen sitting by what they had dubbed "Their Table" and made his way over. Blaine was the one who had discovered the quaint little coffee shop which was located almost exactly in between Lima and Westerville. It was the place they'd usually meet up.
"Hey Baby." Blaine stood swiftly and gave Kurt a chaste peck on the cheek. "How have you been holding up? Do you want to talk about that phone call from Thursday night yet?"
"No!" Kurt snapped, then groaned loudly. "I'm sorry; I've already had to spend all morning trying to convince my dad that I'm fine and it was no big deal."
"It is a big deal, Kurt."
"Please Blaine," Kurt plead softly. "I just want to have fun today and forget about everything for a while."
Blaine sighed in acquiescence as both boys took their seats. He reached across the small table to grasp the younger teen's soft hand. "Don't worry then, Baby. I'll make sure that you forget about everything, for this afternoon at least."
Kurt stared in silence at their intertwined fingers. He was actually holding hands with a boy. In public. Where people could see them. It felt like a dream come true.
Blaine noticed his boyfriend's pensive stare and smiled softly. He could remember a time when the other boys in school had been afraid and reluctant to touch him, believing that they would catch "the gay" if they did. He could remember when he had to be careful not to even look another guy in the eye for too long because that obviously meant he liked them. He could remember the simple joy he had felt the first time he had ever held hands with another boy in public.
Oh yeah, Blaine could remember it all.
"Something wrong Baby?" he murmured quietly, gently rubbing his thumb along the back of the other teen's hand. "You seem to be thinking awfully hard about something."
"I just . . ." Kurt shook his head to clear his thoughts before turning his attention back to his boyfriend. "Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Calling you what?" Blaine looked confused for a moment before it dawned on him. "You mean Baby?"
"Yes."
"It's just a pet name, to show affection." Blaine frowned slightly when a sudden thought hit him. "Do you not like it when I call you that? I can stop, if you like."
"I don't mind," Kurt replied quickly, a light pink blush coming to his cheeks. "It's just a little . . . new for me. It's nice."
Blaine grinned brightly. He loved making his boy blush like that; Kurt looked so sexy with pink tinged cheeks. It always made him think of other activities that might be able to cause that same flushed look on the younger teen.
"So what movie did you want to go to?"
Blaine blinked rapidly and dragged his mind out of the gutter to focus back on Kurt. "Uh, I heard that the new action movie sounds good?"
Kurt snorted. "Yeah, that's what Dad said. I just never really pegged you for the action movie type."
Blaine smiled mischievously. "To tell you the truth, I only want to see it because of the star. Apparently he spends ninety percent of the movie shirtless."
Kurt burst out in laughter. "I suppose that is as a good a reason as any to go see an action movie. It definitely wouldn't be for what they pass off as a plot but in reality is just a bunch of explosions."
"I take it you aren't a fan of action movies, then?" Blaine smirked playfully.
"Only if there is an intelligent plot. Otherwise, no."
"If there was intelligent plot, then it wouldn't be an action movie." Blaine stood swiftly and offered his hand to help Kurt up. "What movie would you like to go see?"
"The action movie is fine," Kurt said in a breathy tone as Blaine pulled him to his feet. "You had me convinced at 'shirtless'. Somehow, that fact was left out of Dad's description."
Blaine laughed softly and led the younger teen out of the cafe by the hand. "New action movie it is then. Want to drive? Wes desperately needed to see his girlfriend today, and since he got his car taken away, I gallantly offered to let him use mine. He was kind enough to drop me off here first."
Kurt snorted before he could stop himself. "If I didn't drive, then how would we get there? There is no way I'm letting you drive my baby."
"Touché." Blaine smiled as they climbed into the black Navigator.
It was a short drive to the closest theatre. Kurt had requested the date be somewhere other than Lima, just to prevent his usual tormentors (and friends) from ruining his first date. Not that he believed his friends would purposely ruin it, but they might . . . interfere.
The theatre was abnormally empty for a Saturday afternoon; there were maybe five other people there. The two boys chose to sit in the back row, which was at least six rows behind the nearest person. It didn't take them all that long to fall into boredom. Not even the mostly shirtless hot star could keep their attention from the glaring plot holes and copious amount of explosions.
It started out small; Blaine "accidentally" elbowed Kurt in the side, causing the younger boy to respond by lightly smacking him on the back of the head. They went on like that for about twenty minutes before they got bored again.
Five minutes later, Blaine got a playful grin on his face. He yawned loudly and stretched, the movements greatly exaggerated. He then dropped his arm down onto the back of Kurt's chair.
"You did not just do that," Kurt whispered with a giggle. "That is honestly the dorkiest thing you have ever done."
Blaine chuckled softly, letting his arm slide off of the back of the seat to wrap tightly around his boyfriend's shoulders. Kurt sighed happily and cuddled as close as he could without actually climbing into the other boy's lap.
This? This was perfect.
Blaine dropped a light kiss on Kurt's forehead. Before he could pull away, Kurt was turning his face to capture Blaine's lips with his own. It was a slightly awkward angle for both of them, but neither boy was willing to pull away.
Without breaking the kiss, Kurt managed to sit up in his seat and lean in closer to Blaine. He gently placed his hands on the older boy's shoulders, not exactly sure what to do with them, and swiped at Blaine's lips with the tip of his tongue lightly.
Blaine grinned and opened his mouth to allow entry. His arm around Kurt's shoulder's tightened, pulling the other boy even closer, while his other hand fell to rest lightly on his knee. He rubbed Kurt's leg gently, feeling the lean muscles twitch under his warm hand.
Kurt ran his tongue along the inside of Blaine's mouth, reveling in the wet heat. He twitched a little when a hand started rubbing along his leg, but the sensations soon overpowered him. He pulled away with a small gasp as he felt heat rushing to his groin.
Blaine chuckled again and quickly attached his lips to Kurt's neck. The skin was so soft and tasted so good. The way Kurt moaned quietly and tilted his head back to expose more of that perfect pale flesh encouraged Blaine to continue. He kissed along the younger boy's neck, pressing their chests closer together and squeezing the thigh under his hand almost roughly. He lost himself in the moment as his hormones took over, forgetting that he was supposed to be a gentleman and taking things slow. He had just wanted this for so long . . .
Kurt was trying to stay quiet, lest they draw too much attention to themselves, but when Blaine had roughly groped his thigh and started to move his hand higher, Kurt couldn't contain the aroused gasp that left his lips before he let his eyes flutter shut.
There was a muscled body pressing against his bare back and forcing his front against the counter. A large hand was clamped down over his mouth silencing him and a strong arm was holding him tight and still against the broad chest. Hot, wet lips claimed his throat. He could see their reflection in the bathroom mirror.
"Relax." Karofsky's voice in his ear.
Kurt's eyes flew open as panic swept throughout his entire body. He was still in the dark theatre; Blaine was the one kissing his neck now. Blaine was the one with his hand dangerously close to Kurt's cock.
He was in a dark janitor's closet; Karofsky was looming over him menacingly. There was a large hand groping him painfully.
"Have you let either touch you here yet?" Karofsky sounded amused.
Kurt shoved Blaine away roughly and flew out of the theatre in a rush. Blaine stared after him with a sense of dread filling him. He must have pushed Kurt past his comfort zone.
"Well, shit," he muttered to himself before climbing to his feet and following his boyfriend out.
It only took Blaine five minutes to find Kurt sitting in his Navigator. The younger teen had his forehead resting against the steering wheel, and his shoulders appeared shaking almost violently.
Blaine sighed. He hadn't meant to let his judgment slip; now he felt incredibly guilty for pushing Kurt faster than he was obviously willing to go. He knocked firmly on the driver's window, hoping to hell that his boyfriend could forgive him.
Kurt raised his head, and Blaine kicked himself mentally when he saw the tears sparkling in those beautiful eyes. Kurt opened the door to climb out slowly and leaned against the side of the vehicle. He wouldn't meet Blaine's eyes.
Blaine opened his mouth to apologize, but Kurt spoke first.
"I'm sorry," the younger teen whispered quietly. "I didn't mean to freak out and push you away. I just . . . I'm sorry."
Blaine stared in shocked silence for a moment before he could even think of responding. "Don't you dare apologize for that!" He surprised himself with the growl that came out of his mouth. "Never apologize for pushing someone away from you if you're uncomfortable. If someone gets mad at you for it, then that's their problem. You shouldn't do anything you're not comfortable with."
"Blaine-" Kurt's voice sounded surprised and his eyes were wide with shock as they stared at the other teen.
"I'm the one who's sorry," Blaine interrupted abruptly, reaching out to take Kurt's hand. He took it as a good sign that it wasn't immediately jerked away. "I shouldn't have let it get that far. I'm being a gentleman, and this is only our first date. And after all you've been through lately, I should have known better."
"I kissed you first."
"Doesn't matter. I'm the older, more experienced one. I should have known better." Blaine looked Kurt straight in the eye. "Please forgive me?"
Kurt was silent for a few agonizingly long seconds before a small smile graced his lips and he nodded.
Blaine let out a sigh of relief. "So do you want to go back into the movie?"
"No." Kurt shook his head. "I don't think that would be a good idea. Maybe we could just go back to our coffee shop? And talk?"
"Of course." Blaine smiled brightly and pulled Kurt in for a loose hug. He was pleased that the younger boy didn't flinch at his touch. "Whatever you want."
Karofsky hadn't even planned on following Kurt that day. He had been pulling out of the gas station (he dropped off a resume. It had been handwritten since he didn't have access to a computer right now) when he saw that shiny, expensive, black Navigator go by. On a whim, he'd followed it. He could guess where Kurt was going; to meet that perfect, faggy prep school boyfriend of his. Karofsky could feel the jealousy coiling in his stomach as he thought about that grease ball touching his Kurt.
He followed for about an hour when Kurt pulled into a tiny cafe-type restaurant. Of course they would meet somewhere like this; it was almost too cute for words. Karofsky felt like vomiting just from the sight of it.
Kurt parked his precious baby (Karofsky had heard the other boy call it that once) and entered the building. The boy was wearing those skin tight jeans that made Karofsky's dick twitch just from watching that perfect little ass sway as he walked. He debated following, but it didn't seem that crowded, and he didn't want Kurt to see him.
Not yet, anyway.
It had been only ten minutes before that fag dragged his Kurt out of the cafe place. He growled as he watched the two boys make their way over to the Navigator.
They were flirting.
He would have to put a stop to that somehow.
Karofsky followed again, this time to a theatre. He didn't have the money to waste to get in, and it pissed him off. He could just picture that stupid guy kissing his Kurt in the dark theatre, maybe trying to feel that hot ass. He snorted in amusement. The prep school boy was most likely too prissy to even think about something like that. The homo was even shorter than Kurt.
No, his Kurt needed a real man like himself to take control. He'd show Kurt that soon.
It surprised Karofsky when Kurt came rushing out of the theatre less than an hour after he had entered, looking freaked out. He watched as Kurt unlocked his vehicle before climbing in and leaning against the steering wheel.
It seemed there was trouble in paradise. Karofsky smirked.
The boyfriend followed about five minutes later. He wasn't close enough to hear what they were saying, but he could tell from their body language what was going on.
Something happened and the fucker was saying sorry.
And Kurt forgave him, of course.
The smirk on Karofsky's face turned into a snarl. He had to do something about this situation, fast.
He followed them back to that stupid coffee place. This time they stayed for about two hours before leaving. He watched as the cocksucker pulled his Kurt in close and kissed him on the lips. It was even worse when Kurt wrapped his arms around the other's neck and pressed against him.
It seemed his boy was a little slut. He could work with that.
He was pleased when they went their separate ways; Kurt to his own vehicle and the boyfriend getting into some crappy piece of shit that some other guy was driving. He watched as they drove off in different directions before he knew what he had to do.
Kurt could wait. Right now he had to have a talk with Mr. Prep School.