Chapter 14

Finn was getting a lift to McKinley with Rachel the next day so Kurt got to drive by himself. He really hoped Blaine wouldn't be at school and he had considered driving past the gates and skipping today but decided against it in the end. After pulling into the parking lot, he left the urge to cry again on the dashboard and climbed out. He was immediately met by a face full of Mercedes, who was grinning widely at him.

"What?" The question came out harsher than he intended but Mercedes didn't seem to notice. He didn't make eye contact with her as he shut the car door, locked it and shoved the keys into his pocket. "Sooo, what happened last night?" She said as if she already knew exactly what had gone on. "Nothing happened last night," he replied bluntly and stated heading towards a group of New Directions he had spotted across the parking lot. She hurried to keep up with his fact pace and prompted again. "Are you sure nothing happened?"

He remained silent as he reached the group who all looked at him as he approached. They stopped talking as he reached them and he had the feeling that whatever conversation they had been having had been about him. "So?" Tina asked expectantly. Kurt looked around at them all as if he didn't know what they wanted. In truth, he knew exactly what they were talking about but he still felt very embarrassed about what had happened and hurt about what had happened afterwards. He didn't want to say anything because he knew they would go after Blaine for his actions, and even if he did like the idea of Blaine getting what he deserved, a small part of him still felt something towards the boy, even if he didn't know exactly what it was.

The sound of a motorbike driving into the lot snapped Kurt out of his thoughts like a bullet. He didn't look behind himself as he quickly walked away from the group and round the side of the school without another word. His best bet at avoiding Blaine was to take the back entrance. It wasn't the most convenient route but he'd use it for now. When he was inside the building he headed down the crossword of corridors until he reached the one where his locker was. He didn't have his bag today as he'd left it in Blaine's car so he'd just have to carry his books by hand.

As he opened his locker, he reached in for his text books and a small folded piece of yellow paper fell out onto the floor. Reaching down he picked it up and opened it.

Meet me under the bleachers at the start of lunch.
I have your bag.
B

He stuffed the note into his back pocket and went back to his locker to get the rest of his books. As he did, he was pushed forward and felt the sharp corner of his locker door collide with his head. The impact of the blow sent him to the floor and he looked up at the two jocks standing above him. He could feel something wet trickling down his face, but it wasn't a tear. "Get your lady purse and your make-up and get goin' Hummel," said Azimio. "We don't want to get your glitter on our straight clothes." And with that, they walked off.

Kurt pulled himself up until he was standing again and took a look at himself in the mirror he kept inside his locker door. A small cut just above his eyebrow was seeping a little amount of blood which he wiped away with the back of his hand. He picked up his books from where they had fallen and closed his locker. Tuesday meant that he had Chemistry first lesson which he had to concentrate through, so it would be a good distraction from everything else buzzing away in his mind.

As the bell for lunch rang through the school, Kurt slowly picked up his books. He went down the corridor to his locker and emptied his arms. He wandered leisurely towards the football field, not wanting Blaine to think he was eager to see him. He spotted the curly haired boy standing with his back to him and he gulped back a groan. Blaine had obviously just had a shower after being in the gym as his hair was still wet. He was wearing tight black skinny jeans and a tight grey All Saints shirt with a very low cut neck. His black combat boots were loosely tided and he was slouching against one of the white uprights with two bags hanging off one of his shoulders. The noise of Kurt's movement alerted him to his presence and he looked over. "Hey beautiful," he greeted with his usual smirk but Kurt was not in the mood today.

"Don't call me that," he said sharply. "You were a complete jerk to me and I didn't do anything wrong. Now give me my bag." Blaine looked quite taken aback at Kurt's outburst as he held out the strap of the bag for Kurt. He snatched it from him and turned to walk away. "Kurt, wait."

"Is there something else you wanted?" He turned back to the other boy who was rummaging in his own bag. "To give you these," he held up Kurt's boxers from the day before, "when you left you were still wearing mine."

"Why don't you keep them?" Kurt spat. "You can start a collection of different people's underwear that you've fucked and the kicked out."

"Hey, I'm not the bad guy here!" Blaine yelled, "you just started asking me questions and-"

"What? So I'm the bad guy?" Kurt yelled back.

"Shit, no, that's not what I meant," Blaine was speaking at a normal level now. Shouting would attract attention. "I just, I panicked, I just didn't know what to do."

"Well you could have just answered me instead of throwing me out!" Kurt didn't know what Blaine had to hide, but he could have just said that he didn't want to talk about it instead of making him leave. He turned to go again but was draw back by Blaine's voice.

"Kurt."

The brunette glared at him and Blaine looked like he was trying to find the right words.

"I, shit Kurt, I'm just, I'm just, I'm fucking sorry, ok. What do you want me to do, go back in time and not have sex with you?"

"No, I didn't mind the sex part; it was the throwing me out on the street after that I didn't like."

Blaine hung his head. "Ok, I'm sorry, normally when I screw people we don't talk after so I just..." he trailed off. "Come back to mine after school and I'll make it up to you, please."

"No, I'm not risking being chucked out again so if you want to spend time with me you can come to my house instead." He said firmly, his dad was working late tonight and Finn had soccer so the only one there would be Carole.

Blaine looked a little confused but agreed all the same. They parted ways to go and enjoy the rest of their lunch break but not before Blaine had accidently-on purpose brushed very close to Kurt and whispered, "You'd better re-tie your scarf babe; your hickies are starting to show."