Disclaimer- If I owned Glee there would've been NO Break Up Episode. I also don't own the song mentioned.
A/N- I'M SO SORRY! I've neglected this so much it's just all these ideas just invade my mind and I get distracted and... Argh. But at least I'm back and not dead.
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"Do you know why I've called you here, Porcelain?" Coach Sylvester asked him from we're she stalked behind her desk, eyes narrowed and mouth pursed.
"Vocal strain?" Kurt tried but knew that wasn't the problem. No, the problem was the big pink streaks in his hair.
"No, LadyLips, it's actually the fact that yesterday you didn't show at school and come back to said school the next day looking like someone off Rocky Horror," Coach Sue angrily told her lead singer, who shrank into his seat.
"Well, Blaine-" Kurt began but she cut him off.
"Oh yes, your boyfriend the curly arsonist!"
"What! Blaine is NOT an arsonist!" Kurt argued bravely.
"Men with curly hair always have a likening to fire. We've all seen Schuester in competitive mode," Sue says and Kurt smiles slightly.
"If you allow me to explain Coach, Blaine wanted to try out this new hair dye but his hair is too curly so I offered. It'll wash out but I just needed it for tonight," Kurt explained.
"Why, Casper the Friendly Gay?"
"Because I'm going out with Blaine," Kurt said and finishes the sentence off in his head with; "To a gay bar even though we're 16."
"Alright Porcelain, here's a deal; you can keep that unicorn puke in your hair for the rest of the day but if I see it tomorrow I'll get a monkey from the zoo to give you a haircut, got it?" Sue warns and Kurt shudders at the thought of hair loss.
"Got it, Coach," Kurt says meekly.
"Now get the hell out of my office."
Taking that as a cue to leave rather swiftly Kurt darts out of the trophy filled room and to his locker.
But the sight he sees on his locker door brings him to a halt.
Someone had took a black Sharpie and wrote "You are LOVED" in graffiti style print and drew an array of things around the sentence. Hearts, pom poms, stars, a cave, the ocean, a celery stick and final "By BLAINE ANDERSON" at the bottom in the same graffiti style.
Before he could react his phone pinged, as if on cue, signalling a text.
To Kurt Hummel
From Blaine Anderson
"Meet me behind the first bleachers right now. I wanna see u. Xx"
The Cheerio sighed at the spontaneity and walked to the first bleachers.
He reached the shaded underneath of the bleachers and instantly spotted Blaine. He had black skinny jeans, spiked belt, a t-shirt with a name of a punk band Kurt had never heard of, a leather jacket and his normal biker boots. But the strange thing was the lit cigarette dangling in his mouth.
"BLAINE ANDERSON WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" Kurt yelled but Blaine instantly covered Kurt's mouth with his spare hand, the other one holding the cigarette.
"Hush, love. Do you want Figgy to expel me?" Blaine said calmly and chuckled, smirking at Kurt's fierce expression.
Clawing the rough hand away Kurt snatched up the cigarette, throwing it on the ground and viciously stomping it out, not stopping until it was practically ground into the dirt.
"What the hell, babe! I was having that!" Blaine protested.
"You shouldn't have though! Blaine, smoking gives you bad breath and yellow teeth or something! Do you think I would want to make out with you if your teeth were falling out!" Kurt asks, meaning it to be a rhetorical question. Blaine shrugs, "NO! No I wouldn't!"
"Calm down Kurt. I was just trying it out, it was crap anyway," Blaine says and then smiles again, "Did you see your locker."
Kurt instantly became happy and calmer.
"Yeah, thank-you it was so sweet. But I don't think the janitor will be very happy with it," Kurt answers.
"To bad for him," Blaine says quietly and softly pressed his lips to Kurt's.
Kurt enthusiastically reacted and kissed back hungrily, letting out an embarrassing whine when Blaine's tongue licked his bottom lip. He opened his mouth slightly and Blaine slid his skilfull tongue in, knowledgeably moving about it. Blaine moved away from Kurt's mouth and went down his neck in small kisses, before finally finding THAT spot on Kurt's lower neck that turns the cheerleader on, quickly. Sure enough the Cheerio let out quite a loud moan, hands stopping their journey up and down Blaine's back to rest at his hips, holding on tightly and pulling the delinquent closer to him.
"Blaine…" Kurt whimpered as Blaine's teeth scraped his pale skin.
Then Kurt felt something weird as Blaine began sucking on the spot, licking casually. Something that he felt when Blaine was attacking his mouth but he couldn't identify it then.
"Blaine, look up," Kurt asks and after a while Blaine does so, looking up at his boyfriend with lust blown, wild eyes.
"Blaine, do you have a tongue piercing?"
Blaine looks nervous as he let out his tongue, showing off the silver ball on the muscle.
"Since when did you have that?" Kurt asks, perplexed at the surprise.
"Since earlier this year. How couldn't you realise, I've been shoving my tongue in your mouth for," Blaine pauses to pretend to count on his fingers, "Practically three days. Sadly I didn't see you on the weekend."
Kurt still was looking shocked at Blaine so he frowned.
"Don't you like it Kurt? I can take it out-" Blaine begins but is stopped by Kurt's rough kiss.
"Never *kiss* take *kiss* it *kiss* out," Kurt growled and kept on smothering Blaine's face and neck with kisses.
"Calm down there, babe. Classes are back on in five minutes, I think you need to cool off," Blaine says and laughs at Kurt's annoyed face.
"Urgh, fine," Kurt grumbles and they begin to head back to the school.
"Where's the Kurt that was scared of skipping school yesterday?" Blaine jokes.
"He died as soon as I got in the ocean," Kurt says, still angry at having to stop kissing his gorgeous boyfriend behind the bleachers, something he'd always wanted to do with a boy.
"Don't worry love, we'll be able to snog all night long tonight at Scandals," Blaine reassures as they reached the Hellhole they call McKinley High School.
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After Cheerios practise Kurt was walking to his locker when he saw Mr Schuester, the well meaning Spanish teacher walking to the Principal's office with none other than Blaine.
"Mr Schuester!" Kurt called and rushed over to the teacher, who had halted at the sound of his name being called, "Mr Schuester, what's wrong? What's happened?"
"I caught Blaine vandalising on the Science block. I'm taking him to Principal Figgin's office to get a punishment," Mr Schuester explained, looking confused at Kurt's worried expression.
"What's the worst punishment he could get?" Kurt asked and looked at his silent boyfriend, who was watching the scene in hope.
"Suspension and detention after that or…" Schuester started and mumbled off.
"Or what?" Kurt asked hopefully.
"Or he could join Glee Club. We need all the members we can get and I think it could turn him around," the Spanish teacher said and Blaine's eyes turned to the size of saucers, Kurt trying to keep his cool at the possibility of the social suicide.
"He'll do it, won't you Blaine?" Kurt asked and gave Blaine a look clearly stating 'You got yourself into this mess so be happy I'm saving that amazing butt of yours'.
"Great!" Mr Schuester said and grinned, "You can come and audition now Blaine and I won't even tell Principal Figgins. What about you Kurt?"
"Sure, he'll need someone to keep him company," Kurt said, trying to keep up a cheerful front at the predictable torture he's going to get off Coach Sue.
"Practice is starting in a minute, lets go," the enthusiastic curly haired teacher said and headed off to the Choir room, the teenagers following close behind.
They walked through the door and instantly it was quiet. Everybody was frozen, looking at one of the most popular guys in school and his badass boyfriend stood there. Kurt could bet that this was more than a little strange.
Finn sat next to Noah Puckerman and Sam Evans, a confused look at his face because why the hell was his stepbrother in there. Mike Chang and Tina Cohen-Chang sat in the corner, not even realising the strangers in the room as their lips were too busy attacking the other's. Artie Abrams, one of the rare wheelchair kids in the school, was next to the drums, trying to make sense of the situation. Mercedes Jones hadnt even looked up from her phone and Rachel Berry, the loud mouth Jew, stood mid-rant, paused and looking shocked at the sight of Kurt Hummel in the room.
Rachel's shocked expression turned to a confused one and she looked at both the boys, nearly speechless.
Well, Kurt must admit that the sight of him with his pink streaked hair, Cheeios outfit and an arm around Blaine Anderson's waist would be weird. Also, Blaine had spray paint on his t-shirt.
"I'd like everybody to welcome Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel, the soon to be newest members of the New Directions," Mr Schue introduced. Both Kurt and Blaine sniggered after hearing the teacher say 'New Directions'. Because it actually sounded like 'Nude Erections'.
"We're going to be Nude Erectioners," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, causing the cheerleader to giggle uncontrollably.
"Blaine, would you like to audition with Kurt? Just use a song you both know and begin!" Mr Schue said and sat down.
They had a short, whispered conversation and they turned to the club.
"Hello, my name is Kurt Hummel and I'll be singing 'Ass Back Home' by Gym Class Heroes with my boyfriend Blaine Anderson," Kurt said and the music began.
"I don't know, where you're going
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know, where you're going
Just get your ass back home," Kurt sang the beginning.
"We both knew this type of life didn't come with instructions
So I'm trying to do my best to make something out of nothing
And sometimes it gets downright shitty in fact
When you call and I don't even know what city I'm at
Or what day of the week in the middle of the month
In a year I don't recall
It's like my life's on repeat and the last time we spoke
I told you I wouldn't be long,
That was last November, now December's almost gone
I'd apologize but I don't realize what I'm doing wrong," Blaine rapped and Kurt was surprised that he could pull it off.
"I don't know, where you're going
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know, where you're going
Just get your ass back home," Kurt repeated.
"And you've been nothing but amazing
And I never take that for granted
Half of these birds would have flew the coop
But you, you truly understand it
And the fact you stood beside me,
Every time you heard some bogusness
You deserve a standing o 'cause they'd a just been over it
Let 'em talk, let 'em talk, let 'em talk, let 'em talk
Like we don't hear what they saying
Let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk
We'll just drive by and keep waving
Cause you and I above all that
Just let them wallow in it
Now they all choked up, yuck
Cause they be swallowing it," Blaine rapped and Kurt moved to his part;
"I don't know, where you're going
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know, where you're going
Just get your ass back home," Kurt sang the chorus.
"No one hold me down like you do sweetheart
You keep doing that, I keep doing this
We'll be alright in the end
Trust that
We put the us in trust, baby
Aww, let's go," Blaine did his part and Kurt moved in;
"I don't care what you're after
As long as I'm the one, no
I don't care why you're leaving
You'll miss me when you're gone
I don't know, where you're going
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know, where you're going
Just get your ass back home." Kurt finished and they looked at the audience, breathing heavily and grinning wildly. The club all looked with wide eyes. They knew that Kurt could sing but Blaine…that was a surprise.
"Uh, you guys are in! Take a seat and I'll begin!" Mr Schuester said and stood up.
There was only the one seat left and Blaine took it. Kurt looked around awkwardly for a seat and Blaine smirked.
"Why not you sit on my lap and see what pops up?" Blaine says and Kurt blushes. He does just that and giggles when Blaine wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Let's see how this turns out," Blaine whispers.
This hour will be interesting.
A/N- Thanks for reading and remember to review (they make me write quicker ;D)