Hello, lovely readers! Thank you so much for all the reviews, I had no idea so many people had read it! (yes, people may be thinking there wasn't that many but my stories don't usually get read, shh ^.~)
And to the Anon that asked 'why would he called Blaine sweet' it's part of the thing where you love someone that you really shouldn't and everything they do seems lovely even if it's not? I don't know. Difficult to explain.
Also, I don't have a beta (at least I don't think so, I'm assuming its where someone test-reads your stories or something….) so bear with me.
Enjoy chapter 3, you awesome people ^O^
Kurt was sitting at the Hummel-Hudson's breakfast table, slowly eating a small piece of toast. He was never that hungry in the mornings; but recently, he'd seemed to lose his appetite all together. He decided it could be to do with nerves.
Today, he was wearing a pristine, freshly-ironed white shirt that was buttoned up at the collar, a smart grey waistcoat and skinny black jeans. He'd also accessorized with a thin black tie and a red scarf tucked into his waistcoat pocket. His hair was gelled up into his usual style.
Kurt leant forward to take another bite of his toast, when Finn clumsily lolloped into the room.
"Good Morning, Finn!" Carole, Finn's Mother, chirped cheerfully.
"Hey kid." Burt, Kurt's Father, muttered while continuing to read the newspaper.
Finn grunted something incomprehensible, and then went to go and make himself some breakfast.
Kurt rolled his eyes at his seemingly brainless stepbrother, and was about to take a drink of his fresh orange juice when Finn spoke, this time as clear as crystals.
"I didn't know Blaine was here last night."
Kurt nearly spat out the juice all over a bedazzled Carole who was sitting opposite him.
"That's because he wasn't, Finn." Kurt muttered.
"Blaine? Who's Blaine?" Burt asked, taking an interest and putting down his newspaper.
"He's on the football team." Finn beamed. "He's cool."
"Why do you think he was here though, honey?"
Kurt stood up to leave.
"Because I heard Kurt talking to him in his room!"
Shit.
"Bye Dad! Bye Carole!" He said hastily before bolting towards the door.
"Kurt, stop right there." Burt stood up. "What was this Blaine character doing in your room?"
"He wasn't here!" Kurt protested. "I swear!"
"Then why did you keep saying his name?" Finn asked.
Kurt glanced at his Step-Mom. Even though they weren't related, she always seemed to know what was going on or what Kurt was thinking. She raised an eyebrow, guessing what had happened, and she silently began to wash up some dirty dishes.
"So?" Burt was impatient.
"I was…." Kurt said slowly, "I was ringing him. I'm…..I was helping him with his math homework yesterday. You know. Tutoring." Kurt wasn't sure if the lie was convincing or not, but it was all he had.
"But it wasn't that kind of-"
"Bye!" Kurt said, cutting off Finn and running out of the door.
Damn his annoying stepbrother.
4 hours later, it was lunch break. Kurt went to his locker again to deposit the book he'd needed the previous two periods. He was reaching into his locker when, suddenly, he felt the cold metal of his flaky locker door smash into the side of his head.
"Think you're funny do you, Hummel?" Kurt turned around to find Blaine Fucking Anderson standing at his locker. If looks could kill, Kurt would have been a pile of smush on the floor of the corridor.
"I have a sense humour, yes." Kurt snarled back, trying to put the same amount of hate into his voice and only just succeeding. "Unlike you. What is your problem, Anderson?"
"You told everyone I was round your house last night." Blaine was bearing his teeth as he talked. (Why do I find that so attractive? Kurt thought to himself).
"Really? If you were gonna accuse me of doing something that I obviously didn't do, you could at least make it inventive." Kurt turned back to his locker, pretending he needed to rearrange some school stuff.
"You like me, don't you." It wasn't a question. Blaine was practically right up against his ear. There was something about the situation that should be terrifying Kurt, scaring him, but it just felt so…. Dirty.
"Don't flatter yourself." Kurt replied, deciding to look his tormentor right in the eye.
Big mistake.
Blaine's hazel eyes were unbelievably close to Kurt's face. From this close up, the taller boy could see the small bits of stubble that were starting to form on Blaine's cheeks. His hair was gelled back, except from one tiny strand of curly hair which had freed itself. You wouldn't have noticed it unless you were this close.
The problem? Blaine was beautiful.
" . ." Kurt was snapped into reality once he heard Blaine's husky voice up against his ear.
And then Kurt did the worse thing he could have done in a situation like this.
He moaned. A turned on, sultry moan….
*dun dun DUUUNN!* I'll update soon. Hopefully. Any reviews would be lovely jubbly. Thank you for reading! xox
