Chapter 4

Kurt's head was spinning so fast he felt like he might faint. His mouth was taken over by the taste of tobacco, peppermint and a slight hint of coffee. Blaine pushed his body firmly against Kurt's as he pressed his tongue to his closed lips. Kurt's lips parted by their own accord and he could do nothing to stop the overwhelming sensation as Blaine's tongue entered his mouth. He felt the cool metal of a piercing scrape against the roof of his mouth and he moaned involuntary.

His own tongue entwined with Blaine's as he couldn't help himself from kissing back. The kiss became more passionate and rougher as Blaine weaved his hands into Kurt's hair and the other boys' rested his around his neck. Blaine was in control of the kiss as he pinned Kurt against the mirror behind him, the edge of the sink digging into his back. Kurt moaned again, their tongues rubbing together and creating waves of pleasure.

Blaine's hands started to move down Kurt's body, caressing his shoulder, back and squeezing his hips. He then slid his hand further down into the back pockets of Kurt's jeans, squeezing again. This action caused his hips to buck forward into Blaine's and also hit some sort of alert button in his brain. With all the force he could muster he broke the kiss and managed to push Blaine off him, giving him enough space to get his breath back without taking in anymore of Blaine's intoxicating aroma.

He looked up at Blaine, who hadn't said a word yet but was texting someone instead of paying attention to Kurt. He then realised that it was his phone that Blaine was using, feeling his back pocket to confirm it's absents.

"Blaine, what are you doing?" asked Kurt, still a little breathless.
"Nothing, babe." He reached back around Kurt and slipped the phone back into his pocket to return the phone, running his hand over the boy's ass before returning it to his side.

The two of them looked at each other for a whole minute before Kurt opened his mouth to speak. Before he could get a word out however, the sound of the bell rang through the room and Blaine glanced at his wristwatch. "Got to go, see you on Monday, beautiful." And with that he kissed Kurt on the cheek, ran his eyes up and down his body hungrily, winked and left the bathroom. The door swung shut behind him.

Kurt watched the space where Blaine had been standing for a few more seconds before he turned to face his reflection in the mirror. His hair was an utter mess, matching his rumpled clothes. His lips were red and kiss bitten to complete his dishevelled look. He casually ran his index finger over his swollen bottom lip and felt a slight tingle, though nothing compared to it being in contact with Blaine. He grinned in the mirror at the thought of what had just happened. He had just kissed Blaine Anderson.

Then his smile vanished. He had just Kissed Blaine Anderson. A boy who he had met 5 hours ago and knew nothing about. Suddenly he felt the urge to cry. The tears pricked at his eyes but he willed them back. The boy could be anyone; a criminal; a murderer; a rapist; anyone. Kurt thought of the number of unanswered questions he had. Why did he transfer? Did his family re-locate? Did he get kicked out of his old school? What school did he go to before McKinley?

The more Kurt thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He forced himself to keep it together though. Blaine could wait until Monday for now. Kurt had already planned his weekend and as far as he was concerned, Blaine wasn't involved in it so he could just enjoy himself without thinking about the curly haired teen.

He walked out of the boys' bathroom and down the now deserted corridor. The school building was silent as he made his way to the open front door and down the stone steps towards the parking lot. The silence was then shattered by the revving of loud engine and Kurt looked up just in time to see a black motorbike fly out of the gate on the other side of the lot. Keeping Blaine off his mind might be harder than he originally thought.

He strode over to his Navigator, opened the driver's door, through his bag over into the passenger seat and climbed in after it. Turning his key in the ignition he drove past the three remaining cars still parked there and onto the road that would take him home. Driving was so second nature to him now that it wasn't enough to distract his wandering mind. He flicked a few buttons on the dashboard and No One Morns the Wicked started blasting through the vehicle.

Thankfully no-one was home when he parked in the driveway. He closed to front door behind him and walked straight to his room. Dropping his bag on his bed, he unlaced and toed of his boots before removing his waistcoat and dress shirt, folding them neatly and leaving them next to his bag. He walked into his en-suit and turned the shower on before stripping off the rest of his clothes and instantly relaxing as the hot water gushed over his pale body. He always found that showering was a good time to be pensive and this was no exception. But his kept his thoughts as clean as he could, only focusing on what he was going to wear tomorrow when he went to the mall with the girls and what he needed to buy. He mentally scolded himself when the pair of hazel-brown eyes entered his mind again.