A/N AGAIN. A DAY LATE.
Heres my excuse: I've been having the most emotional week of my life because of REASONS. Long story. But yeah. THE CHAPTERS EXTRA LONG:O

I love my beta forever 3 3 3

Here ya go...

Chapter 6

Kurt will be mine, Blaine told himself as he approached Kurt and Rachel who were laughing by Rachel's locker. He caught Rachel's eye and she leaned in to whisper something in the tall boy's ear, gazing at Blaine warily. He ran the last stretch of corridor to Kurt and slung his arm around the taller boy's waist. Blaine watched the beautiful blush stain Kurt's porcelain skin as he unconsciously leaned slightly into Blaine's touch.

'Hey, babe,' Blaine murmured into Kurt's ear as Rachel walked away awkwardly, leaving the two of them alone. The bell rang, but the sound was faint in Blaine's ears as all his attention was focused onto the boy in his arms.

'H-h-hi um… Blaine,' Kurt shuddered softly at the feel of Blaine's hot breath against his skin. He momentarily shut his eyes and all thought left his mind as the gorgeous boy pressed him up against the locker.

'I missed you,' Blaine's voice was low and husky as he trapped the blushing boy against the locker, casually running his hands up and down him arm. Kurt could feel the heat of Blaine's hand even through his layers and the small amount of contact caused his heart to beat faster and his mind grow fuzzy. He tried in vain to clear his head and leant his head back against the locker, exposing his creamy neck. Blaine could feel his mouth start to water- he wanted to mark the pale skin and claim Kurt as his own.

'I-it's been one, um, d-day,' Kurt laughed breathlessly as Blaine came even closer. He could feel Blaine's whole body pressed up against his and he whimpered quietly at the contact. Blaine felt himself go hard at the tiny noise that Kurt made and the feel of Kurt's warm body against his. Blaine couldn't help himself anymore: he needed to kiss Kurt's neck- so he did. Blaine brushed his lips softly over Kurt's beautiful skin and began to leave soft, chaste kisses along his collar-bone.

Kurt gasped at the feel of Blaine's slightly chapped lips against his skin. He shut his eyes tightly, willing himself not to make any more noises and grasped his hands into fists so as not to grab Blaine and just kiss him senseless. The kisses were light, barely there and Kurt needed more.

'More…' Kurt whispered, his voice cracking with pleasure.

Blaine stopped momentarily, looking at Kurt with full lust-blown eyes and then proceeded to attack Kurt's skin with kisses and bites. Blaine focused on the spot below his ear, where everyone could see, and marked it with a vicious hickey. Kurt's whimpers and sighs of pleasure caused Blaine to suck even harder and move upwards until he was right in front of Kurt's face, noses touching.

'Kurt,' Blaine moaned his name quietly and Kurt opened his eyes, exposing his eyes that were now dark with desire. He didn't say anything just stared into Blaine's eyes- and suddenly, Blaine couldn't take it anymore: being this close to Kurt's lips and not kissing them, ravishing them, was a sin. He leaned in further, still staring deep into Kurt's eyes and crashed his lips onto Kurt's lips. Kurt whimpered in pleasure and Blaine shoved his tongue into the innocent boy's mouth, moaning at the pure taste of Kurt. Kurt tasted even better than Blaine thought with hints of coffee, chocolate and something sweeter that was just so Kurt and so delicious that Blaine craved more.

Kurt had lost all train of thought and could only revel in the feel of the bad boy's lips against his. Blaine tasted of cinnamon and spices and smoke and it was just so hot. Kurt melted into the shorter boy's lips, moulding his lips against Blaine's. His arms were limp and stuck to his sides while Blaine was grabbing roughly onto his hips, almost hard enough to bruise… and was it weird that it was turning Kurt on even more? The thought that Blaine had marked him was ridiculously hot and Kurt wanted more. He suddenly realized the need to breathe and his head grew light and he started to feel faint. Kurt pulled back reluctantly, breathless and wanting. Blaine leaned back and just stared at Kurt, who now had swollen lips, dark eyes, flushed skin and a hickey on his neck. He wanted to keep this image of Kurt forever- the innocent boy so flustered from the ravaging kisses that Blaine had given him. Kurt stared back, his mind still blank and eyelids heavy, and they remained that way for several minutes, Blaine's hands on Kurt's waist, close but not close enough.

In the end, Kurt's phone ringing was the thing that brought him back into reality and made him realise that he definitely should not have been making out with Blaine Anderson. It was hard though- no pun intended- to back away from Blaine's heavenly touches and fiery kisses. But Kurt had self-control, most of the time, and he was able to pull away- much to his relief and disappointment.

Kurt was confused. One moment, he was ridiculously pissed off at Blaine and his annoying, cocky attitude and the next, he was making out with him against the locker. Well, to be honest, that had only happened once. But still. Blaine had no sense of personal space or boundaries and it was severely distracting to Kurt. Kurt was sure that he didn't actually like Blaine- but then again, Kurt was sure that he was jealous when Blaine was flirting with Rachel and sometimes Kurt could catch his mind wandering to think about Blaine's kisses and more… But Kurt had self-control, so he could erase those thoughts. Well, when he was conscious. When he was sleeping, he often had those dreams about the bad boy and woke up with an unfortunate case of morning wood. Which meant, he had to wake up earlier to take a cold shower. Which meant that Kurt got less sleep in the night. Which meant that he was grumpy almost all the time. Which meant that his friends and family got frustrated with him and his short temper. Which then meant that Kurt just disliked Blaine even more.

Deep inside, Kurt was more annoyed at himself than at Blaine. He could almost feel himself falling for the cocky boy, which he knew would only lead to: a) heartbreak, b) humiliation or c) heartbreak and humiliation. And Kurt was doing so well by himself and he didn't need a boyfriend or a potential lover. He would have enough guys when he went to New York. He could wait. And he would wait. Because Blaine wasn't worth falling for because guys like Blaine were heartbreakers and only cared about sex. Kurt didn't need that, what with all the stress he was dealing with for school and the homophobic bullies that set out to make his life hell. He didn't need heartbreak in his already hard life. Sure, he had a supportive dad and a few friends but everyone else was set to ruin his life. Blaine was just going to be another one of those people. Kurt was sure of it.

Rachel watched her best friend walk out of the Lima Bean. To be honest, she was worried about Kurt. He had bags under his cyan eyes from lack of sleep, he was grouchy most of the time and she could tell the stress of school and the pain he endured from the bullying was building up. She could tell he was almost at his breaking point and she could see his carefully controlled façade cracking under the pressure. He was even more sarcastic than normal and he snapped at the tiniest things. Luckily, Rachel knew how to act around grumpy Kurt and he rarely got annoyed at her, but she couldn't say the same about everyone else.

She sighed tiredly. It had been a long day and Kurt wasn't the nicest person to talk to at the moment, so all she had was her coffee and her music to keep her company. It was sad that she didn't actually hang out with anyone- but no one understood her or could stand her diva-ish ways for more than 5 minutes. She did have friends, but they were all kind of shallow and didn't offer any sort of good, quality advice like Kurt did. She absentmindedly twirled her hair and sipped her coffee, glad to be alone for once. She actually enjoyed being by herself sometimes without any people who would judge her or annoy her: it was quite calming just to be alone with her thoughts.

Buzz

At the exact moment that Rachel was finally relaxing, her phone buzzed indicating a new text message. She angrily picked it up and slammed her fingers on the keys to unlock the message.

'Miss me? ;)'

It was Sebastian. She definitely did not need to speak to him right now, but she knew that if she didn't reply, he would incessantly text her until she got even angrier.

'No.'

She rolled her eyes as she texted him, severely annoyed at his untimely text. Meanwhile, Sebastian was lying in the bath, chuckling to himself. He could kind of sense that she was stressed out by her short text- normally, she would send a long-winded text with reasons she didn't miss him.

'How rude. I miss your gorgeous face. We should see each other. Like now.'

Rachel scoffed at the text: she was rude? He was the one texting her randomly when she needed to be alone. He always seemed to have the worst timing. She scowled at her phone and tapped out another text to the cocky boy.

'As much as I'd love to see you right now, I really don't. I'm enjoying a coffee by myself and would greatly appreciate it if you stopped texting me.'

Sebastian laughed. Rachel was very funny without realising it- and to be honest, he loved annoying her. She was even funnier when she was annoyed.

'How about no? I actually enjoy your spiteful words, believe it or not.'

Rachel sighed. She knew Sebastian wouldn't leave her alone- and deep down, she actually enjoyed their banter. Sebastian was one of those boys who could actually keep a conversation filled with wit and humour and Rachel only knew another who could- and that was Kurt.

'I give up.'

'I WIN! Suck it. ;)'

'Do you feel the need to make everything a sexual innuendo?'

'Yes. And I'm in the bath so…'

'You're texting me in the BATH! What the hell?'

'Yup. I don't really see anything wrong with it… I'm naked and I'm texting you. Although I'd prefer it if you were in here WITH me, this is fine.'

'I… Sebastian. You… I… No words. No words.'

'Do you know another time when you will have no words? When you see me naked.'

'I'm going now.'

'Aww, babe. Don't go. You know you want to stay… I could give you a very detailed description of my… anatomy ;)'

'Bye, Sebastian.'

'I'll call you. And tell you through the phone.'

'Really? How kind of you. But really… No.'

'Bet you actually weren't being sarcastic.'

'Goodbye.'

'I miss your witty conversation already.'

'Rachel?'

'RAACCCHHHHHH?'

'If I told you I was wanking would you come back?'

'You are impossible. And disgusting. I'm seriously going now.'

'Okay, I'm sorry.'

'Seriously?'

'Yes. I'm being serious now. I'm out of the bath and fully clothed. No more horny texts… for now.'

'Thank you! I've left the Lima Bean now.'

'Aww babe. My pleasure. ;)'

'But in all seriousness- go on a date with me?'

'…Well that was unexpected…'

'So is that a yes?'

'I don't know.'

'So yes. :D'

'Um… Are you sure?'

'Um… Rachel, I asked you. I think I'm pretty sure I want a date with you.'

'Oh.. sorry… yeah. One condition, though.'

'Damn… I have to be fully clothed don't I? ;)'

'Sebastian!'

'I was kidding. Relax, gorgeous.'

Rachel blushed at his term of endearment. She wanted to go on the date for some strange reason. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she pondered over her reply. Apparently she was taking too long or Sebastian was just impatient, because another text startled her out of her thoughts.

'Babe?'

'Oh yeah. Sorry. Okay, my condition. We will NOT have sex and you will NOT make sexual innuendos all night.'

'So you're saying yes?'

'I think so.'

'Say it!'

'What?'

'That you'll go on a date with me!'

Rachel giggled. Sebastian was actually very sweet when he wasn't making everything a sexual innuendo.

'Okay then… I will go on a date with you.'

'Happy?'

'Ecstatic. No backing out, 'kay?'

'Okay. I promise.'

Sebastian couldn't stop grinning. He finally got Rachel to go on a date with him! This was positively awesome.

'I'm going to pick you up on Friday at 6:30 pm. Be ready.'

'Do you need my address? And yeah, sure. Sounds awesome.'

'Nah. I know it. It is awesome. You will have the time of your life, baby. I promise.'

'I hold you to that promise. Bye, Sebastian.'

'Goodbye, Rachel. I won't disappoint.'

Kurt lay on his bed, dozing and listening to Lady Gaga. He was extremely tired and couldn't bring himself to do any schoolwork, and Lady Gaga was his only cure to his stress. His ringing phone woke him up with a start and Kurt picked up his phone without checking the caller ID.

'Hello?' Kurt said, yawning.

'Kurtie?'

It was Rachel.

'Hi, Rachie. What's up?'

'Um… Here's the thing. You know the thing we talked about? Basically something happened and I said yes and on Friday I'm going somewhere and the thing is happening. I think. But it's nothing bad. I promise. Are you angry? You're angry. That's why your not talking. Kurt? Don't be angry, okay. I promise I won't… you know? Um.. Kurt. Reply. I'm stressing out now. Please. Kurt? Kurt? KURT?'

Rachel was speaking at a ridiculously fast speed and she wasn't making any sense. Kurt didn't know whether to blame the fact he couldn't understand what she was saying on his tiredness or that Rachel didn't often make sense when she was worried or overly excited.

'Kurt? Kurt, I'm sorry don't be-'

'Honey. Calm down and start again. I didn't understand a single thing you just said.'

'Wait… You aren't angry?

Kurt laughed at his best friend's ridiculousness.

'No, honey. 'm not angry. I actually don't really know what's goin' on. So explain please.'

'Oh. Right. Okay. Um. How to say this? Um. Um. Erm. Oka-'

'Rach. It's just me,' Kurt soothed her, smiling to himself, 'you can tell me anything, okay? Don't stress out.'

'.'

Kurt blinked once, trying to decipher what his best friend had just said.

'Um… Honey? Could you slow down slightly? I didn't really catch that…'

Kurt could hear Rachel's muffled sigh through the phone and she took a deep, calming breath before replying.

'Sebastian asked me out on a date. And I said yes.'

Kurt was surprised- but he knew that Sebastian would somehow manage to convince Rachel to go on a date with him. He wasn't upset or shocked, but secretly pleased that Rachel seemed to be over Finn by now.

'Oh. Okay, honey. When is it? Want me to be there to help you get ready?'

'I'm really sor-, wait what?'

Rachel almost dropped her phone in shock. Kurt was okay with her going on a date with Sebastian?

'When is your date?' Kurt laughed at Rachel's shock at his acceptance of the fact she was going on a date with a person he severely disliked.

'Oh. Um. This Friday? At 6:30? Would it… You know… be okay if you came over?'

Rachel's voice was quiet and nervous.

'That would be lovely, babe. I'll see you tomorrow okay? Don't fret, honey. I'm not mad at all. I'm actually quite happy that you're dating other people.'

'Kurt?'

'Yeah?'

'I love you.'

'Honey, I love you too.'

'Bye!' Kurt could hear the smile in Rachel's voice and he couldn't help but smile with her. He really was happy for his best friend: she deserved better than Finn, and as much as Kurt hated to admit it, Sebastian seemed to be the one for Rachel.

'Bye, honey.'

Kurt lay back on his bed smiling, not caring that he was crumpling his clothes. Rachel always seemed to make his day better and she always managed to put a smile on his face. He was ridiculously lucky to have a best friend like her and he couldn't be happier being the supportive best friend in Rachel's busy, hectic life. Kurt's phone suddenly started ringing again, and he picked it up again. He seemed to be extremely popular that evening.

'Rach, is that you?'

'Um… No…'

It definitely wasn't Rachel. Kurt cringed inwardly at his mistake of identity.

'Oh. Hi, Mercedes,' Kurt said tentatively.

'Hi, Kurt.' Mercedes' voice was flat and he could tell that she was annoyed at his slip up.

'Um… So, why are you calling?' Kurt said awkwardly, trying to put a smile in his voice but failing miserably.

'Well, it's been a while since we've hung out 'cuz you're always busy.' Kurt could hear her silent accusation and he could tell that she meant that Kurt was always bust with Rachel. He cringed again as she continued. 'So, I was wondering if you wanted to chill on Friday night?'

Kurt put his face in his hands. Why was this happening to him? Why was he so unlucky? Kurt didn't really want to annoy Mercedes, but to be honest, Rachel had asked him first and she needed him that day.

'Oh. Um. I can't really do Friday…' Kurt trailed off awkwardly.

'Oh.' Kurt squeezed his eyes shut at Mercedes' annoyed tone.

'What are you doing that day, may I ask?' Her voice was oddly formal and it made Kurt really uncomfortable. He could not believe this was happening to him: could he have worse luck?

'Um… I'm, erm, seeing Rachel…' Kurt cringed again and waited for the inevitable annoyed reaction from Mercedes.

'It's always Rachel, isn't it? Rachel this, Rachel that. She gets whatever she wants and now she steals my best friend? Can't you see me on Friday and ditch her? I know you don't actually like her. No one does.'

Kurt felt the anger rise inside of him at his friend's attitude towards his best friend.

'Actually, no. No, that is not possible, Mercedes. Rachel asked me first and I actually do love spending time with her. I would say I'm sorry- but I'm not.' Kurt laughed humourlessly and continued, ignoring Mercedes' noises of annoyance. 'I know it must be so difficult for you to open up your mind and see that Rachel is actually an amazing person who actually cares about other people.' Kurt's tone was laced with sarcasm and the volume was rising slowly as he continued his rant. 'Y'know what? Rachel actually makes an effort for her friends. She actually tries to stop the bullying, instead of ignoring it, but I don't let her stand up for me because she's so much smaller than the football players. No, if you actually tried to find out more about her, you'd find out that she actually feels sad when no one listens to her or mocks her. She deserves better. She doesn't deserve your hate or anyone's hate. And if you decide to continue to be ignorant of other people's feelings, I don't think that we can be friends anymore.' Kurt took deep, calming breaths as he waited for Mercedes' reply, and to be honest, he felt like a huge load had been lifted from his chest. He had known for a long time that his friendship with Mercedes was over, but today just confirmed the end of their "friendship".

'That's fine. I don't need you anyway. Go. Go to Rachel. See if I give a shit.' And then she hung up and Kurt just laughed, feeling so much better.

School the next day was awkward to say the least. Mercedes glared at Kurt whenever he was with Rachel, which was all the time and Blaine was constantly near Kurt. Wherever Kurt looked, Blaine was nearby. He always hovered close by and when he would catch Kurt's eye, he would either wink suggestively or give him an intense look filled with so much emotion Kurt could feel his breath catch in his throat. As well as that, there was the bullying. With everything that was happening in his life, what with the drama in his few friendships and Blaine, it was easy to forget about the bullying. Kurt liked to think that it had stopped- but of course, that was impossible and would never happen. The football players seemed to go out their way to make his life even worse the day after his phone call with Mercedes. No matter who he was with or where he was, they always had a surprise in the form of a slushy for his face or a harsh push to the lockers.

Kurt stood by his locker at the end of the day after three clothes changes and numerous bruises on his body from the extensive bullying that day. He had figured out why the football players were so worked up that day and it was because of their disastrous loss against Dalton Academy. It was their first game of the season and their worst loss in a long time, so they were all annoyed and decided to take their anger out on Kurt. Lucky me, Kurt thought to himself bitterly. He could never escape the bully's no matter what.

Suddenly, a harsh shove to his lockers caused him to bang his side in the sharp edge of the metal locker and forced him to the ground. Kurt felt tears of pain fill his eyes and he was just so tired of the bullying that he didn't bother looking up. His already bruised skin was hurting even more and he felt ridiculously humiliated just lying there on the dirty floor of the school corridor. He knew that there was no one to help him or stand up for him so he stood up slowly and brushed himself off, fighting tears. He looked up slowly and looked around, checking if he was getting any unwanted attention. However, what he saw was something he definitely did not expect.

Blaine was shouting at Karofsky. Kurt just stared with his mouth open at the scene unfolding in front of him. He could hear snippets of Blaine's quick, cutting remarks and they included his name. It seemed that Blaine was… standing up for Kurt? Kurt could barely register what was happening. This could not be happening. Blaine said one more thing to the shocked Karofsky and turned around, not before giving a long, threatening glare towards the Neanderthal. Karofsky didn't seem to register what was happening and seemed to be even more shocked than Kurt. For once, he walked away quietly, seemingly too shocked to even give a reaction or punch in the gut to Blaine.

Kurt didn't know what to feel. He could feel butterflies in his stomach at the fact that Blaine was standing up for him: he felt cared for. It was… nice. It made him feel protected and he felt warmth spread through his body at the fact that someone apart from Rachel was looking out for him.

Kurt smiled to himself. It was a nice feeling and he could get used to it.