A/N: Hey guys! Okay here's a little announcement before I let you get to the chapter - it's only for those of you who read my other fic 'You've Got Cute Ears', so if you're not, just go right onto the reading :D
Okay: so here's the deal. I will finish the story. I have already planned quite a bit of it. But it's hard for me to write, which is actually why I started this fic - so I'd get a little break. The little break is getting longer than I thought, but I will get back to it, OK? I'm sorry that you have to wait, but I promise, some day when you least expect it, I'll update, OK? Okay. Now, on to Badboy!Blainers.
ENJOY! - and keep sending me your thoughts, I read all of them, even if I don't get back to all of you! Love you, Bunnies!
Having people to share his thoughts with was amazing for Kurt. Problem was that the girls were gushing too much over this. Kurt was maybe slightly interested in Blaine, but he wasn't about to jump the guy. The three girls didn't get that. They spend several hours finding Kurt's tightest jeans and demanding he never wear any other jeans in front of Blaine.
They set up all sorts of plans to make Blaine fall for Kurt - without the brunette actually participating in any of them; not of his own knowledge at least. The worst part? They seemed to actually work.
xxx
"Morning handsome," said a cheerful voice one morning a few days after Kurt's confession. He looked up to see Mercedes standing in front of him.
"'Cedes! What're you doing here?" The brunette exclaimed.
"Way to greet a girl, Hummel," Mercedes teased and hugged him across the desk.
"Sorry," Kurt said with a small smile. "But what are you doing here?"
"You told me your loverboy always goes off somewhere around this time, right?" She said and waggled her eyebrows; perfectly shaped, as Kurt had helped her fix them two days ago.
"Uh, first of all-" Mercedes sent him a bitch glare and he snapped his mouth shut. They'd been through the lover boy thing many times these past few days. "Fine. But yes, he does."
"And he's gone for at least ten minutes, right?"
"Yes?" Kurt said hesitantly.
"Okay, now go sway those lovely hips in front of his face right before he leaves!" Mercedes clasped her hands together in excitement.
"Buh-but! I can't do that Mercedes!"
"Of course you can, Kurt! C'mon, up you go, before he sees you chickening out!"
"I- but- urg. Fine!" Kurt obeyed. He got up from his seat, found some random papers - or not random at all, these were his latest designs, and he needed to let his boss see them soon, so they'd let him do some actual work with the models - and strutted past Blaine; head held high and hips swaying more than normally.
Mercedes grinned from where she was sitting at Kurt's desk. Blaine had visibly bit back a groan and closed his eyes, while rubbing the bridge of his nose under his glasses. She had to admit the boy sure looked fine, even though she was still not totally sure about his whole badboy-thing. But if Kurt wanted him, he must be worth it. And if not? Well, Mercedes still kept in touch with Sam, Puck and Finn for situations like that.
Mercedes watched as Blaine pulled his glasses off and sent a glance to the copy room. Then he sighed quietly, stood and pulled his jacket on. When he walked past Kurt's desk, Mercedes sent him a broad grin that he only raised an eyebrow at before walking over to the elevator. Mercedes took a quick look around and hurried over to Blaine's desk, slipped a note into his notebook and ran back to Kurt's desk with a satisfied smirk on her lips.
Phase One of mission Get Blaine Anderson And Kurt Hummel Together was complete.
xxx
The next day around noon a gorgeous, tall man strutted into the building. He was a perfect 6'2'' tall and with a slender build. His hair was blond and his eyes a bright green. He was fashionably dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a light blue button down. He headed straight for Kurt's desk and didn't waste any time in greeting him, before he pulled him up by the hand and spun him around a few times.
Kurt was surprised at first, but then he saw who it was and giggled.
"Hello to you too, Daniel, nice seeing you tooooooooooo!" Kurt's voice rose, as Daniel pulled him up into his arms and swirled around the floor. "Woah! Dan- Dan, put me down!" Daniel just smiled up at him with his perfect white teeth and then maneuvered him over his shoulder.
"Daniel Pott Abels, put me down this instance!" Kurt said in a serious voice; that totally failed when he ended it with a giggle. "If I'm not on the ground in five second, so help me God, I will get my swords and stab your handsome face!"
That seemed to do the trick, because less than two seconds later Kurt was placed securely on his chair while Daniel was kneeling in front of him.
"Forgive me, my love, your beauty overtook me, once again," he said as he took one of Kurt's hands and kissed the knuckles. Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly nonetheless. Daniel was a model he'd worked with when he had been a trainee at another company. He'd always been flirtatious around Kurt - especially because the brunette gave as good as he got when he was comfortable with people. And he was comfortable with the blond man; mostly because he knew Daniel didn't mean anything by it, but also because they had spent many exhausting nights finishing outfits and just talking. Daniel didn't know what happened with Kurt in high school, but he had an idea of it and never asked if Kurt didn't initiate the topic himself. They'd kept in contact ever since and now and then when Daniel was home he'd come visit Kurt. Normally it wasn't at his workplace, but Kurt didn't really mind. Being a model, Daniel could always use his own work as an excuse.
"In that case you're forgiven. I know how my looks affect people," Kurt said and winked.
"So, my fair prince," Daniel said with a smirk; still kneeling on the floor and with Kurt's hand in his own. "Care to join me for lunch?"
"Well, I normally just eat my salad in here," Kurt hesitated. He shot a short glance in Blaine's direction, but the other man wasn't showing any interest in him whatsoever. He sighed quietly. "You know what? I'd love to," he said with a smile. Daniel flashed him a broad grin and stood up.
"Where to?" Kurt asked as they made their way to the elevator.
"Oh, I know this lovely Thai place just a few blocks away!" Daniel said. Kurt patted his pockets and then turned around.
"Forgot my wallet!" He exclaimed as he ran back to his desk.
"You could always just let me pay!" Daniel laughed, knowing very well that Kurt would never let him pay.
"In your dreams," Kurt said with a smile as he grabbed his wallet from his desk draw. He looked quickly at Blaine only to catch the man's eyes and freeze. Blaine's eyes were darker than usual and it looked like he was glaring. Kurt gulped.
"Kurt?" Daniel had walked over and touched his shoulder.
"Oh, yea, let's go," the brunette mumbled. Daniel looked over at Blaine and flashed him a smirk before walking after Kurt and slinging his arm over the smaller man's shoulders.
xxx
Blaine gritted his teeth. This didn't mean anything. This would not get to him.
Just because these tall, really good looking guys kept showing up at Kurt's desk while Kurt himself secretly placed small notes at Blaine's desk, it didn't mean that it'd get to Blaine's head. Just because all those guys kept flashing him their stupid, flawless smiles and Kurt kept glancing at him. And if the stupid men weren't enough that black girl came by every morning with a cup of coffee for Kurt, and she kept looking at Blaine with this… weird glint in her eyes. Like she knew something he didn't. And the way she smiled at him gave him the creeps.
It was the same way the men smiled at him. But mostly he just hated their guts. He was trying to change, he really was. Kurt was beautiful and had the most amazing ass - especially in the jeans he was starting to wear, what did he do every morning; paint them on? But Blaine honestly wanted to get to know him. If getting to know him involved fucking him against a wall, Blaine wouldn't complain about that though. And he was trying his utmost best with this romantic shit, but it was hard to keep laying single roses with sweet notes stuck to it, when Kurt kept getting visitors that eyed him like he was some dirt under their shoe.
And just when he was about to snap - Kurt stopped showing up for work. He had been called in to talk to one of those ladies, who worked underneath Blaine's asshole of a father, but over everyone else. And he'd been oddly quiet when he got out. Not that they talked, but normally they'd at least get eye contact once in a while. And then the next morning he just… didn't come to work. Blaine wasn't overly worried at first. Everybody had days off.
But when Kurt hadn't shown up for work three days in a row, he was starting to panic. What if something had happened to him?
No, no, we would have been informed of that, he thought as he pushed his glasses up his nose and wrote a few more notes on some designer's new collection. When lunch came around the black girl also did. But she looked confused. She was biting her lip and holding two coffee cups. She put them on Kurt's desk and then marched over to Blaine, who was just about to shrug into his leather jacket.
"Excuse me?" She said politely. Blaine was about to snap at her. He was having a shitty time at the job when he didn't have Kurt and his cute reactions to look at. But then she opened her mouth again. "Do you know where Kurt is? He isn't answering my calls, and we should've met for coffee yesterday, but he didn't show up. I thought he'd be caught up in his work here, but I guess…" She trailed off and looked at Blaine with big brown and worried eyes. He felt himself stiffen. Not even his friends knew where he was?
"I don't," he said quietly. And then he stepped around her and marched off to his father's office. The man was in a meeting, but that had never stopped Blaine before. He swung the door open.
"Hey, old man! I'm taking the rest of the afternoon off!"
"Blaine-" His father hissed warningly, but his son wasn't listening.
"If you don't like it, you can fire my ass," Blaine said with a smirk and slammed the door shut. He walked past a wide-eyed Mercedes over to the elevator. Before it closed he yelled, "I'll find him!" to her.
He had no idea why he had felt the need to reassure her. He didn't even know the girl. But if he was ever going to get on Kurt's good side - the one with the tight pants preferably - it wouldn't hurt to not be hated by all of his friends. He still remembered that Asian girl. Or rather, he still remembered the way she'd swung her hand. For such a little girl, she's been a great hitter. If this thing with Kurt ever worked out, he'd have to take her down to the training area and teach her a few things. She'd looked like she had the right temperament to be a boxer. And he knew by a fact that Mike really liked a girl who could fight.
When Blaine arrived at Kurt's apartment, he knocked on the door and waited. He never really got over that first night, when he'd found out where Kurt lived.
"I live- I live- live in there!" Kurt had slurred with big eyes, as if he'd just discovered that the earth was in fact round. Blaine had chuckled; a thing he never did in front of people, but he couldn't help himself. The brunette was just too damn cute.
"Wait, where are you going?" Blaine laughed as Kurt's eyebrows pulled together and his tongue stuck out slightly and he tried walked in a straight line to his door. Blaine caught him by the elbow. "Hey, hey, hey beautiful, I'm not letting you sleep alone like this."
"I'm not invi- inviting you into my home!" Kurt whined and punched the other man in the shoulder weakly. "You're a stranger, and my daddy says I can't take strangers home, otherwise they'll- wait, what?"
"What?" Blaine raised an eyebrow; still amused by how fast the uptight little boy from the bar had turned into this wild and incoherent mess.
"You just called me beautiful," Kurt mumbled drunkenly and his face was turning an attractive shade of pink.
"Yea, so? Just callin' a diamond by its name," Blaine winked.
"Will you take me hooooome?" Kurt changed the subject and almost tripped over, well, a mix of his own feet and air. Blaine burst out laughing; unable to stop himself, when Kurt had fallen right into his arms and whimpered like a little kid.
"Sure thing, pretty. But not before tomorrow."
"So I'll sleep at your puh-place?" Kurt asked; arms still clutching at Blaine's jacket. The curly haired man bit his lip; a nervous habit he'd tried - and almost succeeded in - getting rid of. He sighed as he looked down at Kurt's flushed face.
"Yes," he said then and pulled the brunette up straighter, so he could grab a hold of his waist and get him home. He didn't live far from here anyhow.
Blaine smiled at the memory, but then he frowned. Kurt hadn't opened the door.
"Kurt!" He banged on the door again; harder this time. "Kurt, are you in there?"
xxx
"Kurt?" Kurt froze at the familiar, yet slightly different voice. He turned around slowly.
"Hey," Matthew smirked. He looked just like he did in high school, with the exception of the missing of his jock's uniform. Kurt took a step back.
"C'mon Kurt, relax. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"That's what you said at that time too," Kurt whispered and felt his fright blend with anger.
"Oh, are you still hung up on that?" Matthew said as he stepped closer; forcing Kurt up against the door. "I thought we had a good time," he whispered into Kurt's ear.
Shouldn't we… re-live it?" He said and Kurt felt shivers down his back. Not the good kind. The kind that came just before his legs gave up on functioning.
Kurt tried to squirm away, tried to grab something he could use as a weapon, he was desperate. He knew he'd never have strength enough to get Matthew off of him.
But then he thought about it. Matthew would never abuse him in public. So if he played his cards right, maybe …
"Oh," Kurt mumbled; doing everything in his power to push down his fright and push his acting skills forward. "Maybe we should." He send Matthew a little smirk and bit his lip. "But not out here, let me just open my door, OK?"
Matthew breathed out a laugh. "Wow babe, you've really matured. But okay, we can do it in your bed too, if you want."
"Oh I want," Kurt purred. To kick you in the nuts and never see you again, he added silently.
He had just put the key in the door, when Matthew attacked his neck. "Oh God, I've missed your body, Kurt," he whispered as he spread sloppy kisses all over Kurt's neck. The brunette shivered and tried not to vomit right then and there.
Suddenly Matthew weight was lifted off him and Kurt slumped gratefully against the door.
"What the hell do you think you're doing you fucking bastard?" Growled a deep voice. Kurt felt tears spring into his eyes. He'd never been so happy to hear Blaine's voice before.
Kurt woke with a jolt; straightening in his chair, where he'd fallen asleep. He yawned tiredly. He normally never had nightmares anymore - he was over them. And judging by the new ending, he should feel lucky to be awake or he'd have a serious problem when he eventually did.
Great, he sighed. Now I have to dream such dreams about him too. There sounded knocking again and suddenly Kurt remembered what had woken him in the first place.
"Kurt!" Called a voice and the knocking increased. "Kurt, are you in there?" It was Blaine's voice. Something must've happened at work for the man to actually come all the way home to Kurt's place.
"Coming," Kurt mumbled and made his way through the apartment. The knocking stopped and he heard footsteps as he reached the door. "Hang on damn it," he muttered and unlocked the door. When he opened it, Blaine was gone. Kurt sighed and was about to close the door, when a hand grabbed his wrist. Blaine stood in front of him; panting and with his glasses half-way down his nose.
"You're alright," he let out in a loud breath.
"Sorry for disappointing you," Kurt snapped. He was tired and he didn't have energy to deal with Blaine right now. He'd fallen asleep right in the middle of his article and he really needed to finish up.
"I'm-" Blaine cut himself off. He might have forgotten about the fact that he and Kurt weren't exactly on speaking terms. Shit. "Urg. I was just trying to be a civil person," he said and ran a hand through his hair; or at least he tried to. He was met by the hard helmet that after a long shower would become his hair again. He groaned inwardly. He hated styling - no, not styling, this was completely forcing his hair to stay plastered to his head - his hair this way. But his father had made strong rules regarding his looks. Which was why he was still in the stupid turtleneck too.
"You? A civil person?" Kurt laughed. "Yea right."
"Excuse me?" Blaine said as he narrowed his eyes. He was trying to be polite, to be all the things he never was in front of other people, and Kurt was so ungrateful as to throw insults at him?
"You heard me." Kurt sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Now, will you please tell me why you're here so I can kick you out and get back to my work?"
"You're working?"
"Yes Einstein, that's what normal people do."
"You've been missing work for three days, because you were working?" Blaine felt like the biggest fool on the surface of earth.
"Yes. Now tell me why you're here, so I can slam the door in your face."
"Why the fuck would you slam the door in my face?"
"That's always how we end up, isn't it? Now, would you like me to slam the door, or would you rather have the honor yourself?" Kurt was very proud of himself for not getting distracted even once by Blaine's glasses, nor the way his navy blue turtleneck clung to his very broad, very muscular chest, and he hadn't even noticed the little drop of sweat that was running down the side of his- He straightened up quickly when he realized he'd traced the drop with his eyes.
"God, why are you such a fucking asshole right now?" Blaine groaned out. This was not how he had intended their first real conversation to go, but really? Did he have much choice put to give back when Kurt wasn't even trying to be polite?
"Why I'm- Oh, oh yes, of course, I'm the asshole!" Kurt raised his voice and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Right now you are!" Blaine retorted; equally angry now.
"Well, I learned from the best!"
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't expect you to understand. I know how you treat people!" And even though his voice was angry, Blaine saw the hurt flicker in Kurt's eyes. He knew exactly what the brunette was referring to. But he couldn't just back down now - his pride was too strong for that.
"You don't know anything about me!"
"I know enough! I didn't expect anything from someone like you," Kurt hissed.
"What did you expect from me then? What do you want me do to, huh?" Blaine took a step forward; knowing very well that Kurt could slam the door in his face every second now.
"You could've at least said sorry instead of being such an ass!" Kurt outright yelled now and little red spots was beginning to form on his otherwise pale face.
"You know what? Fine! I am sorry. There, are you happy? I'm fucking sorry, and I had no idea how to apologize for striking such a low blow, but I didn't know!" Blaine spat back.
"Blaine-"
"And how could I? It's not like you're willing to talk to me!"
"Well, what do you expect me to say? We don't even know each other!"
"You slept in my fucking bed!"
"Oh okay, does that suddenly mean we're married or what?"
"No, but-"
"But what, Blaine? That's just it, there is no but. We're strangers."
"I let you into my fucking home Kurt, I wouldn't have done that for anybody!"
"Why me then? Why did you let me in?"
"Because you were so fucking sad!" Blaine yelled. Kurt looked shocked and didn't say anything, so he continued. "You were practically sobbing into my clothes and I didn't have the heart to just fucking leave you. I'm not that mean."
Kurt just stared at Blaine. What could he say? He'd been drinking alone, and drinking so much he couldn't even remember how he got to Blaine's place - nor how he met the man. He knew why he'd been drinking; it had been 14 years since his mother died that day. He didn't normally drink that day; he went to her grave and visited her. But now he was in New York all by himself and he'd been having an awful day at work. So he'd gone into a bar after work. And woken up in Blaine's bed.
"I-"
"You know what, fine," Blaine sighed. He was so damn tired and this was going nowhere. He'd have to man up. Even if it did give him a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I was such an idiot. And-" He gritted his teeth. He could do this. He was not a child anymore. "And I'd very much like us to not just be strangers anymore."
"W-what?" Kurt was not prepared for something like this. Not at all. Well, maybe one day but he'd imagined himself to be the one to take the first step.
"You want me to repeat?" Blaine groaned. This was fucking humiliating. "I'm sorry I-"
"No, no. I got it, I just…" Kurt trailed off. They stood in awkward silence for a few moments before Kurt looked straight into Blaine's eyes.
"You're not just playing a joke on me?" He asked suspiciously.
"Kurt, fuck, do I really-" Blaine started with another sigh, but was interrupted.
"Okay." A small hope grew inside Blaine's chest.
"Okay?" He asked; trying not to sound too hopeful.
"Okay," Kurt repeated and actually sent him a tiny smile. "One date."
"And-"
"If you're going to say even the tiniest vulgar line now, the deal is off," Kurt said and raised a challenging eyebrow. Blaine's mouth snapped shut, but he still smirked.
"One date."
"Now, will you step out of my apartment, or do I really have to slam my door in your face?" Kurt asked, but there was no real threat behind it. Blaine took a tiny step back, but then looked like he changed his mind.
"Fuck it," he said under his breath and surged forward; grabbing Kurt's already wrinkled collar and smashed their lips together in a quick kiss.
"I always seal the deal with a kiss," Blaine said and winked as he made his way out of the building.
Kurt stood on his doorstep; touching his fingers to his lips lightly. He smiled crookedly and closed the door.
That Blaine Anderson…