Hello, fellow Klainers! (or people trolling… (; ) Wow, thank you so much for all the reviews! I felt a little bit mean leaving it on a cliff hanger, so here you are!
*Also, I have no idea where this is going, what's going to happen or how many chapters, etc. I never plan stuff when I'm writing, I just write what comes into my head! :P
Enjoy you lovely people!
Oh my god.
He, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, had just moaned in front of his tormentor/crush/insanely-sexy-guy-that-he-shouldn't-like-but-hell-he-does.
"The fuck, Hummel?!" Blaine managed to spit out during the awkward silence.
"Blaine, I-" Kurt began, but then he realised he had no explanation except the truth. And there was no way he was telling Anderson that.
"Stay the fuck away from me, homo!" Blaine yelled, shoving Kurt into the locker and then running in the other direction, away from Kurt, away from the awful situation that had occurred. This left Kurt stranded, by his locker.
He ran his hands through his hair, shutting his eyes in frustration. Why did he keep messing everything up?
He blinked away the tears that began to spring up. He wasn't going to cry, especially not here. Sighing, he checked his watch. 12:56. Looking back to check Blaine wasn't hiding behind any corners, he trooped off to his next lesson, desperate to put the day's events out of his head.
A couple of days passed, but, Kurt noticed, there was no bullying. No being shoved into lockers, no being dropped into a dumpster, no being called names such as 'fag'. But, Kurt noticed, it also meant there was no Blaine. He should have been glad for the lack of bullying, but he found himself….missing it? No, it wasn't the bullying he missed – it was Blaine.
It was Thursday, 3rd Period, and Kurt was getting changed after his gym lesson. Luckily, he'd remember to wear a slightly less complicated outfit to lessen the hassle of getting changed.
"You take your time."
Kurt flinched, spinning around to see who the voice had come from. His heart was in his throat when he discovered it was Blaine.
"I thought you told me to stay way." Kurt turned back to his gym locker. "Anyway, what's your obsession of harassing me at lockers?"
"I'm not harassing you now." Blaine said simply, and it was then, Kurt realised, he wasn't. He was having a (sort of) normal conversation with him.
"True."
A silence flooded the room, but it wasn't a bad silence. It seemed right. Kurt continued to put on his sweater.
But something was different.
He turned around for a second time to see Blaine was staring at him. Kurt looked deeper into the boy's hazel eyes, and he saw they weren't hard and uncaring like he'd expected. They were the opposite – full of what appeared to be affection.
"What do you want, Anderson?" Kurt sighed, breaking the perfectly imperfect silence.
Blaine stepped forward a little, not breaking eye contact.
"I have as much right to be in here as you do, Hummel."
He continued to walk towards Kurt, stopping when he got close.
"I know you like me." Blaine muttered, still maintaining the gaze Kurt was giving him.
"Let it go." Kurt replied quietly.
The remained silence for a few more seconds, when suddenly, they found themselves leaning closer and closer together…
And then they kissed.
Kurt had many a time fantasized about kissing Blaine, but considering the dark haired boy's rebel-like personality, he imagined it to be rough and dirty. But the kiss was soft, romantic – and it was better than Kurt could have imagined.
He gently bit down on Blaine's lip, and then the boy fucking moaned into the kiss. Kurt couldn't believe this was real.
Without warning, Blaine pulled away from the kiss, shoving Kurt away from their romantic embrace.
"Get off me!" He yelled, thrashing around to get Kurt off him.
Kurt tried to say something, anything, to ask Blaine what was the matter, but his voice failed him.
"Just fuck off, Hummel!" he stormed out of the room, leaving Kurt looking like an abandoned puppy.
"BLAINE!" Kurt half-sobbed as he watched him run out of the room.
He slid down the cold metal of the locker until he was bunched up of the floor, clutching his knees. Tears flooded down his pale face, making miniature puddles on the floor. Why did Blaine run away? It wasn't like Kurt had forced himself on him; they had kissed each other.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he finally stopped crying. He pulled himself up, realising his Dad was going to be worried as hell that he was late home. Sighing, he decided to go home. There was no point in waiting anymore…
Yay! They kissed! I hope you guys don't hate me too much for making Blaine an asshole. He's ok really.
I'll try to update soon!
