The majority of this chapter was written whilst I was sat in a classroom and supposed to be doing observations...
I hope you appreciate it :D
Chapter 29 - Bomb
I stared down at the words on my paper, my squiggly handwriting spiralling and merging into one. Ergh.
"I hate conjugating verbs." A soft chuckle sounded from a few metres away. Looking up I saw a smile on Blaine's face, but he was still staring down at his own work.
"It's true. I hate it." I dropped my pen onto my page and leant back.
"You wouldn't have taken Spanish if you didn't like it." Blaine responded, still not averting his gaze.
"Well that doesn't mean I have to like all of it." He chuckled again and I folded my arms, sulking. The Head Boy study was about the size of a normal senior room – a bookshelf at the back holding encyclopaedias and reference material, a huge pin board on the side wall covered with notes and rotas and pictures, and a big mahogany desk in the centre, where my boyfriend now sat. As I watched him work my eyes marvelled at the flawless texture of his skin, the way his shiny black hair tucked neatly behind those cute little ears of his, how soft and inviting his lips looked as they were pursed together in concentration… Soon what little focus I'd had on doing my work was long gone.
"Whatcha doooin?" I'd stood up and walked slowly over to the Head Boy's table, slipping my arms over his shoulders and speaking softly into his ear. Blaine groaned.
"Kurt."
"What?" I replied, faking innocence. My torso was now flush against his back and I drew concentric circles on his chest with my fingers. "Can't I enquire as to how my boyfriend is doing?"
"You know that's not your intention."
"Try me." Blaine looked up, trying to gauge my expression. For a second I was lost in deep hazel eyes and nearly succumbed, but managed to regain myself.
"Well," it seemed he believed me – turning back to his work and beginning to point out different things, "seeing as some of the house cup tournament dates have been changed I've been trying to rearrange the OH!" I laughed at the sudden exclamation – it had been caused by me pressing a kiss to the back of Blaine's neck, where his hair tailed off and his back began.
"Carry on." I murmured against his skin. He swallowed.
"Well…er…" Slowly I began to move upwards, pressing my lips softly but keeping them there long enough to leave little saliva marks. Blaine was really struggling to concentrate.
"I'm…rearranging…the…"
"Mmn." I murmured in response, but also in pleasure. I'd forgotten how good he tasted.
"The…timetable…"
"Yes…"
"For…" Now I'd reached the top of his neck I began to kiss up Blaine's jaw – he gasped again and began to breathe loudly.
"For?"
"For…" Suddenly he couldn't take it any longer, jerking his head round and pulling me into a passionate kiss. The movement was so strong and unexpected that I lost my balance, crashing into the desk so my hip jarred and I yelped out in pain. Blaine swivelled his chair to face me however and soon that pain was quickly forgotten – he yanked me onto his lap so I was straddling him and began to move his hands roughly up and down my back. I could feel him reaching for the edges of my shirt, so let him under and gasped when I felt his coarse hands on my skin, me doing the same to him so he moaned in pleasure. Our tongues were duelling and our breathing escalating, I could feel our skin getting hotter and hotter and soon it felt like I was going to burst.
Knock knock
Instantly we broke apart, both of us immediately gasping for air. Blaine's hair was sticking up wildly from where I'd stuck my hands in it and several of the buttons on his shirt had popped open.
Knock knock
"Hello?" A voice sounded from outside – I normally would have begged for us to ignore it, but recognised the tone. Leaning back I quickly detached myself, frantically trying to smooth down my hair and straighten up my clothes. I took a drink of water to attempt to cool myself down and sat back down in my chair, picking up my Spanish work and pen as Blaine walked briskly towards the door.
"Hey Nathaniel." He said cheerily as he opened it. "What's up?"
"Nothing much, I was just wondering if you were rearranging the Wordsworth timetable after those tournament dates were changed." The two of them walked into the room, Nathaniel holding a folder stacked full of papers, and began to discuss their timetables, before the Wildeian suddenly caught my eye.
"Oh." He said, stopping abruptly. "Hi Kurt, I didn't realise you were in here." I smiled, raising my hand in greeting and trying to look as normal as possible. I hoped to Marc Jacobs that my cheeks weren't still flushed.
"Wait, I didn't…" Now he turned to Blaine, his expression worried "…interrupt anything, did I?" Blaine chuckled.
"Oh no." He replied, sounding nonchalant, but also secretly fighting to keep his colour down. "You're fine. Kurt and I were just studying."
"Conjugating verbs." I added, holding up my work to emphasise my words. For a second Nathaniel's expression seemed unsure, but thankfully he suddenly smiled again.
"Well that's great then. Where have you put the cleaning duties?" The two seniors quickly became engrossed in charts and times and I groaned under my breath, returning my gaze to my Spanish work, which now seemed even more unappealing than before.
"Stupid conjugating verbs…"
"What are you and Blaine going to do for Valentines Day?" Steven, Wade, Connor and I were all sat in the cafeteria. We were working on a history presentation we'd just been given the lesson before, but had decided to do it over coffee and monster cookies. The question had come out of the blue and it stunned me.
"Me and Blaine?" Steven nodded, a smile on his face and I let out a short noise of surprise. I still found it hard to adjust to the fact that people were ok with talking about gay relationships here, let alone the fact that I was actually in one.
"Um… I don't know." I'd barely even registered in my mind that the day was coming. Normally I avoided it at all costs, choosing instead to watch gory horror movies, or, at my very worst, cry into my pillow the whole day. The thought that this year I'd actually have somebody to spend it with was…well it was alien.
"Have you spoken about it?" Wade asked. Immediately my cheeks flushed.
"Um, no. This is my first Valentines Day in a relationship." Murmurs of understanding rang out between the boys.
"Last year was my first." Steven said. "I always managed to time it so we broke up right before. My Mum thought I had an irrational fear of buying flowers and teddies."
"It's always so confusing!" Wade added animatedly. "Do they want something big, or just a dinner, or something you made yourself?" I laughed, glad that I wasn't the only one with problems.
"What about you Conner? What are you doing with Carly?" Wade turned to look at the Irishman and we all followed – he had been unusually quiet but was grinning.
"I was gonna take her to the baseball the weekend and get them to put up on the screens that I love her." Immediately I let out an 'aww', unable to stop myself – interestingly the two other boys joined me.
"That is so cool man!" Wade said. "I wish I'd thought of doing that."
"Maybe you can try it next time you actually have a girlfriend." Steven replied, receiving a thump on the arm for his trouble. As the three of them laughed and joked about previous dating disasters I let my mind drift off to think about my own Valentines Day. I was pretty sure Blaine had had boyfriends before, and he'd done probably done things with them. Did the fact he hadn't mentioned it mean he didn't want to do anything? Besides the making out we normally did I couldn't think of anything extra ordinary I had my sights set on. I guess as long as I had Blaine I was happy with anything we did – even if that meant not doing anything at all.
"Hey, Kurt." Suddenly I was broken out of my trance by Conner shaking me on the shoulder. I shook my head and looked at him questioningly.
"I think Scott wants you." Following his outstretched arm I saw the figure of my best friend hurtling across the cafeteria – what looked like flour in his hair.
"Kurt! Kurt!" Instantly I was worried. When I was approached like this it normally meant trouble.
"What is going on?" I asked, not really wanting to find out. Scott grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet, already dragging me off to the door before he replied.
"Oscar and Phoenix put a bucket of flour above my door. Me and Preston got covered." Oh Gaga – Preston. Scott had been roomed with possibly the most nervous boy at Dalton. He was only a part time student but had ridiculous OCD tendencies – something that didn't bode well with the world's messiest roommate.
"Jeez." I replied, "What are you going to do?" My best friend grinned.
"We are going to fight back."
Oh no.
I was going to protest but wasn't given the chance – we flew out into the corridor and I left Conner, Steven, Wade and our history project far behind.
"Water balloons?" I wasn't happy. Scott and I were perched precariously on a balcony of one of the main Dalton buildings, (Gaga knows how we'd got up there – I'd just blindly followed) me holding open the stretchy pieces of plastic and him pouring the water into them.
"Yeah, I know, it's genius!" He replied, obviously not noticing my displeasure.
"I was thinking more childish."
"And flour on the top of the door isn't?" He had a point. I nodded, conceding but still not fully agreeing.
"Now I know Phoenix and Oscar come down here every day after their calculus lesson, and even better they come alone, because they stay five minutes after." Stating his briefing with the precision of an army general Scott seemed intent on his task – and he'd obviously researched it thoroughly. I wondered how much homework had been put aside for such a process.
"When they walk down here I'll give you the signal and you hit them first. Then I'll hit them again and we'll go from there." I laughed at the sheer ludicrousy of what we were doing, shaking my head.
"I can't believe you roped me into doing this."
"Oh shut up Kurt, you know you love it." I was going to counter back that no – I most certainly did not enjoy skulking in high enclosed spaces that were dirty and would probably get marks on my clothes that I would have to wash at least three times wasting time and money – when we heard the sound of approaching footsteps and Scott pushed me down.
"Stay here and wait for my signal." He hissed. Silently he crept further down the balcony, keeping eye contact and staying below the ledge, before crouching into position and peeking over. For some reason my heart was beginning to pound – as the sound of footsteps and chattering voices that were obviously Phoenix and Oscar's became louder and louder I was desperate to look, but kept my head down and my fingers clasped over the bulging orange water balloon.
"Three…" Scott whispered, holding up his fingers. Two fingers…one finger…GO!
Leaping up I threw the balloon with as much force as I could muster, ducking down as soon as it left my fingers and praying that I'd been accurate. A thudding sound and a cry of
"Hey!" told me it had reached its target. Scott grinned, thrusting his thumb violently in the air, before quick as a flash darting up and throwing his own missile. This one was also on point.
"MACLEOD!" Phoenix shouted, obviously figuring out what was happening. Realising that we didn't have much time Scott signalled for us to go full throttle and I threw two balloons simultaneously, hitting Oscar on the head and Phoenix on the shoulder. Because of our differing positions the two Dahl students didn't know where to move, blocked one way by me and the other by Scott. To my delight they began to panic and eventually ran forwards – at which point my best friend pulled the trigger on a bucket he'd set up further down and the water cascaded down onto their heads, soaking them both to the skin.
"THAT'S ONE ALL BUDDIES!" He cried in celebration, smacking my hand in a hi-five and we laughed as Oscar and Phoenix skulked off, mumbling obscenities under their breath.
"That, was freakin AWESOME!" Scott exclaimed again once we were sure they'd gone, pulling me into a fierce hug so I laughed.
"I have to admit, it was kind of fun." I replied reluctantly, prompting another excited yelp and a clap on my back.
"Kurt the prankster!" I never thought I'd see that!"
"Me neither."
I was still laughing when I made my way up the Wilde stairs, the edges of my blazer still wet from the balloons that had burst before we'd had a chance to throw them. Reaching inside my pocket for my keys I looked down and didn't notice the figure crossing my path until I bumped straight into it.
"Oh!"
"Oh!" We both called out simultaneously. I looked up to apologise but he spoke first.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stop in front of you like that."
"It's ok – I wasn't looking – it's my fault." Gabriel seemed surprised that I wasn't angry at him. In fact, so I was I. But I had said we would be friends. Plus, I was in far too good of a mood right now to let anything spoil it.
"Oh…" Now that I'd apologised I moved to continue down the hall to my room, but Gabriel stepped in front of me again.
"I was actually going to your room." He blurted, making my eyebrows raise. "I mean, I was going to see you. To see if you were there."
"Oh. Really. Why?" I folded my arms, interested to see what he was going to say. Gabriel swallowed.
"Um…well, I was going to ask, um, if you would, er, help me with something."
"Help you? With what?"
"Trig." He held up the papers I hadn't noticed he'd been carrying until now and I saw diagrams and symbols on that I recognised.
"If I want to qualify for med school then I need to pull up my Trig grade." Med school? I couldn't imagine a worse candidate for a doctor. "So I enrolled into evening classes, but I still need some serious coaching. I know you take it and that you're averaging an A, so I was wondering if you would be my tutor." There was an awkward silence. I scuffed my feet, not really knowing what to say.
"Gabriel, I don't really think-"
"-I know it's weird, and it's probably a bit soon for me to be asking-"
"-It is weird. I mean, we only just agreed we'd be friends, and you said some pretty harsh stuff about Blaine…"
"I know, I know, and I wouldn't normally ask, it's just…" Suddenly it was his turn to look at the floor, his expression becoming sad. "I really don't have many people I can talk to here because they all think I'm weird, and I really need to pass this Trig exam otherwise my parents will get really mad…" Well darn it. If there was one thing I couldn't resist, it was a heartfelt plea. A long loud sigh escaped from my lips.
"Ok, fine. I will tutor you. But this is just a trial period – if it's too weird then we'll have to stop." Gabriel's face lit up.
"Oh thank you thank you!" He went to hug me but quickly stopped himself, something I was thankful for. "You will not regret this! I will be the best student ever!"
"Haha." I laughed in reply, waving goodbye as I made my way down the corridor to my room. I guess I'd done the right thing, helping out a friend. And how bad could it be, it was just tutoring. Shaking my head at the crazy day I had had I fished out my key and unlocked the door.