Chapter 11

Even having had an extended practice, they still didn't actually get round to anything they needed to do that day. While listening to Rachel rant about her emotions toward several different songs for over an hour, Kurt hadn't moved from his seat in the choir room since the start of the lesson. The only reason he hadn't fallen asleep in this time was because he was still very aware of Blaine. Throughout the practice, Blaine's hand had ventured up and down one of his thighs, rubbing it gently and giving Kurt a tingling feeling that ran through his whole body. At one point, Blaine had dipped his hand a little further so it was stoking along the inner seam of the material and very close to danger. This had caused Kurt to increase his attention on the movement of the hand.

At three minutes to five Mr Shue looked like he was going to pull his own hair out. Rachel was nearly in tears but Kurt really couldn't care less. Yes she was his friend, but at the same time he had an extraordinarily good looking boy sitting beside him who was actually attracted to him. Rachel's personal dramas could wait for now. It seemed the rest of the club had the same idea. A few were having quiet conversations while Artie had actually gotten a book out. Puck was flexing his muscles as if to see if there were still there and Santana was twirling her hair around her finger and eyeing Blaine. Blaine, however, seemed completely oblivious to her watch as he clicked his tongue piercing against his teeth in an unrecognisable beat. Kurt found the tapping quite annoying, but he wasn't going to make Blaine take it out and miss the feeling of it running across his skin.

When it was time to leave, all of his friends began to get up and pick up their belongings. He reached down to get his bag and when he looked away, he felt something move beside him. Standing up, he looked around and saw that Blaine's lap was suddenly full of Santana. Blaine looked like he didn't quite know what was going on as the girl started to run her hand through his curls. "So; you, me, breadsticks, 8 o'clock, table for two?" She continued to stroke his dark hair and ran her nail down behind his ear. "Well thank you for the offer, but I must decline," he answered not looking at her. Santana looked slightly taken aback at this; she was not used to rejection. "Do you have other plans? Because I can assure you that doing things with me is a lot of fun," she purred.

"Well I can assure you that doing things with Hummel is a lot of fun," all of the eyes in the room fell on Kurt. "I can confirm this from firsthand experience," he added with a smirked at the boy who was crimson at this point. "Well anyway, you know where I am when you want me," and with that she slid of his lap and walked over to where Brittany was waiting. The two girls linked pinkies and walked out of the room. Mr Shue who had been watching from the corner was the one to break the tension. "Ok guy, time to head on home!" He clapped his hands together before gathering up the sheet music on the piano and following the two girls out of the door. The other members of the club who were left all remained still, all watching Kurt and Blaine. The second boy stood up and wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist, leading him towards the door. Before they reached it, Kurt turned to Finn who was looking very befuddled and murmured, "I'm, err, going with Blaine, so, yer, you don't need to, y'know wait."

Finn looked even more confused now, "Dude I can't hear a word your saying, speak up," but it was Blaine who spoke this time.

"He said that he doesn't need a ride because he's coming home with me and that won't be the only time he's coming tonight," he spoke in a very loud, clear voice and Kurt just wanted the floor to swallow him up. Blaine started to walk again and Kurt moved with him. The two boys made it out of the door, down the corridor and through the main entrance before Kurt stopped to look around for the motorbike. To his surprise it wasn't in sight. He followed Blaine down the stone steps as he headed toward a black car in the corner of the parking lot. As they drew closer, Kurt blinked a few time to make sure his eye weren't playing tricks on him. Blaine unlocked the Porsche 911 and went to hold the passenger door open. Kurt didn't say a word as he slipped into the seat, admiring the interior as Blaine closed the door and got in on the driver's side and pulled out of the gates onto the road.

"Blaine, this car-", Kurt started but was abruptly cut off.

"I thought you would prefer it to the bike, this way your hair won't get messed up by the helmet and I get to mess it up myself." Blaine had a cocky grin attached to his face that Kurt just wanted to slap off.

"But this must have cost..." he looked over at Blaine who remain silent, "and the insurance has got to have been... How the hell did you afford this? Your 17!"

Blaine didn't say a word.

"Oh my God, don't tell me you stole it! Blaine!" Kurt was getting worried now.

"No, I didn't steal it," Blaine said quietly.

"But then-"

"It doesn't matter."

Blaine had suddenly changed from his usual, rude, didn't-give-a-crap-in-hell self and had become very recoiled. Kurt decided it best to leave it there. Blaine obviously didn't want to talk about it, but he wasn't getting out of answering any more of Kurt's questions so easily.

As Blaine continued to drive he turned down a street that made Kurt gasp a little. All of the houses were huge along here; if Blaine lived in one of these he could defiantly see how he could afford this car. Kurt thought he was going to stop in one of the driveways but instead he just kept driving. The houses got bigger and bigger as he turned down a side road and towards a large set of metal gates.

Kurt remained silent as Blaine slowed the car before coming to a stop beside a small silver box attached to the brick wall. He rolled down the window and typed in a four digit code which set the gates swinging open. He looked over at Kurt for the first time, "the code's 1993, but I suggest just climbing when you're coming over in the middle of the night because you're lonely." Blaine winked after this comment and Kurt was glad to see he was back to his usual self. He drove through the open gates and leaned out to click a small button mounted on the wall on the other side to close them after. He pulled up in a big gravel driveway and got out of the car.

Before Kurt could join him, Blaine was opening the passenger door for him and he clambered out. As he moved past Blaine he felt a hand run over his ass a squeeze. Kurt whipped around to glare a Blaine, who just shut the car door, locked it and took his hand in his own.

He led him quickly across the drive, up the steps and toward the front large front door. Blaine unlocked the door and dragged Kurt through it. He closed it behind them and in a flurry of movement Kurt found himself pinned up against it. Blaine placed a searing kiss to his lips and leaned his body against him. Kurt gasped in surprise and the other boy pushed his tongue into his open mouth. Kurt kissed him back feverishly before they had to part for lack of oxygen. Blaine looked directly into Kurt's hooded eyes.

"Bedroom?"

"Bedroom."