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(Chapter 12)

Blaine sniffled helplessly as he slid down the mirror he had been banging on, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. The hazel-eyed boy didn't know what to do. He pushed, he banged, he kicked, but the mirror barely wobbled under his efforts. What else could he do? Blaine let out a frustrated noise before banging his head back against the stubborn mirror, gazing up at the peeling paint on the ceiling.

The hell?

Blaine scrambled up off the floor and narrowed his eyes at something that was wedged between the ceiling and the top of the revolving mirror door. He couldn't tell what it was, but he knew that must have been stuffed up there by someone. Someone who wanted to keep Blaine preoccupied for…some reason.

Kurt…

The frustrated boy jumped up with outstretched arms, trying to reach whatever it was keeping the door in place. When his fingers lightly brushed the wedged object, he growled in frustration. Damn his abnormally miniature height! He jumped again, only managing to rip off a piece of the...paper? Opening his hands, Blaine stared down at the contents in his hands. His eyes widened.

Did someone actually stuff a fucking Vogue magazine up there?

Seriously?!

He stared down at the ripped off cover, only a portion of the Italian Vogue title visible, but Blaine had read enough of their issues to recognize the magazine for what it was. Besides the fact that it was a terrible way to use a perfectly good Vogue magazine, it would certainly be thick enough to cram into a small space tightly. No wonder the door didn't move, the magazine was over a hundred pages! Peering up at the stuffed crease between ceiling and mirror, Blaine couldn't help but notice that whoever trapped him in here must have been taller than him. By how much, he couldn't be sure.

Crap.

Leveling his eyes with his own reflection, Blaine stared at himself for a moment. Something in Blaine solidifying as a decision was made. Blaine pulled his brindle sweater over his head, then he removed the muscle shirt that had been under is sweater. He stared at himself one more time, mentally apologizing to the teenager who would undoubtedly have to deal with the aftermath of Blaine's idea. He quickly pulled his sweater back on and wrapped the muscle shirt around his fist tightly.

Sorry kid.

Before Blaine could second guess himself, he reeled back his cloth covered fist and smashed it forward with every once of strength he could muster in that one punch.

Fuck!

He winced as the collision sent a bolt of pain up his arm, the cracking of mirror under his covered up knuckles kept Blaine going forward though. He reeled back again and collided his fist into the same spot; more spider-web cracks stretching across the glass. When he caught a glimpse at his own reflection, he saw that there was a crack cutting his reflection's face in half. Well, that wasn't freaking metaphorical at all!

Stupid mirror.

Break dammit!

Blaine shot his fist out again, the pain only a dull throb now that he had some adrenaline coursing through him. Then, with one more well aimed punch, his fist busted through. Pieces of the mirror crackled to the floor, Blaine wasting no time to kick and punch more of the mirror out. Once he was able to fit his body through the gaping hole of the revolving mirror, he quickly ducked through. Dropping the shirt from around his fist, Blaine took off.

Just please let Kurt be ok.

The pounding music was starting to give Blaine a headache, and the random turns he took down more of the mirrored hallways was really starting to piss him off. He was in too much of hurry and in too much—

Hell yes!

Neon yellow arrow pointing to the exit!

Blaine ran out of the exit and skidded to a halt to look out at the boardwalk.

Come on, come on, come on.

There weren't that many people left on the boardwalk because it was so late at night, but Blaine still didn't see Kurt.

Kurt, where are you?

Taking off in a jog, Blaine whipped his head around to look at the games that were closing up and the food stands that were being put away; still no sign of Kurt.

"Kurt!"

"Kurt are you out here?!"

Some of the slower-to-leave carnival goers gave him weird expressions for looking kind of crazy, but other than that no one paid him any attention. Coming to a slow stop, Blaine put his hands on his knees from being out of breath. He panted and mentally kicked himself for ever letting Kurt out of his sight. What if he was hurt? What if he was scared? What if someone had him and was doing horrible things to—

"Hello!"

Blaine shouted in surprise when a hand shot out from the photo booth right next to him to reveal a brown stuffed puppy with big brown eyes being waved in front of his face feverishly.

"I'm Margaret Thatcher Dog."

The sudden appearance caused Blaine to jerk back so fast that he fell backwards and landed on his back with a loud thump, left on the wooden boardwalk floor to stare up dazedly at the dangling stuffed puppy.

"My relationship with the queen was…ruff!"

Then someone was pulling back the curtain to reveal piercing blue eyes, porcelain skin, and a teasing smile.

KURT!

Kurt giggled, "Look what I won you playing 'Skee-ball!' " He cuddled the stuffed puppy under his chin and pouted, tilting head adorably as he stared down at Blaine on the floor. "You were taking so long in that maze that I just had to find something to do. Then I came across this little guy hanging up behind one of the gaming venders." He turned the pup to look at him in the eye before looking back at Blaine. "The wide-eyed puppy look made me think of you. Plus I thought you deserved a consolation prize once I realized that I won our little bet. So I…won it…to give to you." Kurt blushed, hiding his mouth behind the puppy as crimson colored his cheeks.

H-He's okay?

"Kurt, are you…are you okay? I-I thought…" Wait, what could he actually tell Kurt? That someone locked him in a room? That he busted through a mirror in hopes that he'd find Kurt unharmed and untouched by…whomever? What sane explanation could he possibly come up with right now?

The glasz-eyed boy groaned and hid his face further into the stuffed animal. "Oh my gosh, please don't tell me you heard me scream. I didn't think it was that load."

Scream?

Blaine was on his feet in an instant, holding Kurt by the shoulders and looking at the taller boy in concern. One of Blaine's hands slid up to cup Kurt's face, something that made Kurt gasp and look at Blaine with wide eyes. "What happened?"

Kurt felt himself shudder at the intense warmth emanating from the hand on his soft cheek. The intimate contact caught Kurt off guard, but was not entirely unwanted. "Um…I…I saw." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to slow down his suddenly staccato heartbeat. When he opened them again, he found those same hazel-honey eyes burrowing into his own. "It's really stupid actually. I rounded a corner and some guy was going down on another guy."

That's all?

"It was unexpected."

So…you're okay?

"I mean, really? It's a Funhouse. Who the hell thinks 'oh, this looks like a nice place to give a guy a blowjob, can't possibly be caught here.' Yeah…no, that's not my cup of tea. But that's just me." Kurt bit his lip when Blaine just stared at him. "Hence the…the scream. It was embarrassing actually." Blaine stared at Kurt, a calculating look on his face. Like he was trying to work something out in his head, and Kurt wasn't quite sure what it was.

I must have freaked him out with the whole rambling thing.

And the blowjob thing.

Oh SHIT! I said the word 'blowjob' to him.

Oh my Gaga, I can't believe I said that.

How the hell is he supposed to respond to that?

No wonder he looks…okay, I actually have no idea what that look is.

"I'm taking you back to your apartment."

Huh?

"It's getting pretty late."

"Uh…" Kurt made a few unintelligible noises as he tried to find something to say. The abrupt change in subject throwing him for a loop. "Y-Yeah, sure. Thank you."

Blaine just nodded and guided Kurt towards the exit by tugging on his elbow. Kurt noticed that Blaine was a bit more…anxious maybe? He just wasn't sure why.

"Thank you. For taking me to the boardwalk I mean. It was…really fun." Kurt said bashfully, shifting from foot to foot and looking down at the concrete sidewalk in front of his building while he coddled Thatcher Dog in his arms.

Blaine nodded absently, mind replaying the events from the evening. The room, the note, the fact that whoever this actually was knew his name, knew where he lived. It was getting pretty intense.

I WARNED YOU

Did Blaine really want to complicate his life more with this? Someone trapped him in a room, made him bust through a fucking mirror. Like what the hell? Who DOES that?

"Blaine?"

Blaine looked up, his mind snapping back to the present. Oh crap, had Kurt been talking to him this whole time? Whether or not he was on the fence about—whatever he might have with Kurt—doesn't mean he should space on Kurt; so rude. Blaine was taught better than that. "Oh…sorry. Just thinking, I guess."

Kurt gave a hesitant smile, tilting his head to catch Blaine's eye when the curly haired boy looked away again. Something warmed in Kurt's chest when he stared at this man, and it was something that Kurt decided he wasn't ready to let go of yet. "Blaine."

Blaine looked up again, and his overthinking mind shut down. Kurt's lips pressed against his softly. A light pressure that made Blaine's eyes shoot wide open in shock, while Kurt's fluttered closed in ecstasy. Blaine stood there, eyes fixed on the slightly obscure features of ivory skin so close to his vision. His fidgety guarded posture seemed to melt into a warm jelly feeling, a breath of relief escaping from his nose that he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Just when Blaine was about to reciprocate, Kurt pulled back, and an embarrassing whimper may have slipped out of Blaine's mouth. Just maybe, but not really, okay it did.

Kurt pulled back with a flushed look on his face, blue eyes big and somewhat scared. "I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have done that. It was just…you were just…and we were just. I-I…"

The shorter boy didn't wait for another explanation. He put his hands on Kurt's chest and backed him up against the side of the building next to the entrance of Kurt's building. Blaine attacked Kurt's mouth with his own. A heated kiss that caused Kurt to gasp into Blaine's lips, effectively parting them for Blaine's own advantage. Kurt dropped Thatcher Dog and clung his hands to Blaine's shoulders, needing to hold on to something before his legs gave out from the sheer pleasure coursing through him. Blaine groaned into Kurt's mouth, his hand sliding down Kurt's chest to grip his slim hips and press their bodies flush against each other. The pair moved their mouths together, both incessantly pushing and wanting more. Kurt keened when Blaine's hot tongue started swirling around his own, the grip on Blaine's shoulders tightening as he sucked on the wet muscle. Blaine groaning and his hips hitching forward to rub against Kurt's leg because kissing Kurt just felt phenomenal. They pulled apart with a wet smack, Kurt breathing heavily as he stared at Blaine's dark eyes tinted with arousal. He was so hot, and Blaine just made him feel things; things that Kurt hadn't been able to feel with another person in so long. Kurt was about to open his mouth, to ask Blaine if he maybe want to walk Kurt up to his/Rachel and Finn's apartment, but then—

"Yeah, whaddya want!?"

Kurt squeaked at the unexpected gravely voice coming from behind him. A giggle wanting to crawl up his throat when he realized that his head had pressed one of the call buttons to one of his neighbors' apartments. He let his head fall forward onto Blaine's shoulder as he muffled out his chuckles. "Sorry Mrs. Tracey! It was an accident. It won't happen again."

"Who is this?"

"It's Kurt from next door."

"I know no Kurt from next door. Who are you? Why are you calling me? Leave me alone!"

Mrs. Tracey must have stepped away from the buzzer because that was the last thing she said to them. "Well, Mr. Tracey seems friendly."

Kurt smacked Blaine's shoulder lightly, "That was a woman Blaine!"

Blaine laughed outright. "You're kidding, right?"

"She smokes a lot, now let her be." Kurt giggled, nuzzling further into Blaine's neck as he fiddled with the neck of Blaine's sweater. "I should…probably go upstairs now." He said, pulling away reluctantly from Blaine's embrace.

Blaine nodded, quirking his lips into a fond smile. "All right."

Kurt nodded back, clearing his throat at the sudden awkwardness he felt. He turned towards the entrance to the building, but then a hand on his shoulder stopped him. When Kurt turned back around, he found Blaine giving him a cheeky smile and holding up the stuffed animal he won. "Can't forget Margaret Thatcher Dog."

The paler boy laughed, taking the stuffed animal and stroking it's brown head. "No, you keep it. I got it for you, remember?"

When Kurt held out the puppy for Blaine to take, Blaine just smiled back, accepting his new little friend. "Oh, and Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I never told you what I'd get, since I won our bet that is."

"Oh, and what would that be?"

Kurt stepped close to Blaine and whispered into his ear, "That the next time we go out on a date, I choose what we do." Before Kurt pulled back completely, he kissed the side of Blaine's mouth. He took pride in the fact that he could see Blaine looking utterly stunned, but not in a bad way.

"This was a date?"

"Well, I don't just go around kissing every guy I meet." Kurt cupped Blaine's face and gave him one more, quick kiss. God, after one kiss he was already hooked on those lips. Then he pulled back and waved one last goodbye before entering his building. Kurt took the elevator up to Rachel and Finn's apartment, opened the door and then closed it behind him. He thumped his back against it and couldn't contain himself anymore as his feet jumped up and down excitedly. Kurt did a little squeal and covered his mouth before any of his neighbors could hear him. He didn't care if he looked like a schoolgirl after her very first date. Blaine was perfect, and amazing, and Kurt couldn't keep the thousand-watt smile off his face. Yeah, Kurt definitely wanted to see Blaine again.

Meanwhile, Blaine gazed up at the midnight sky from his apartment terrace staircase. Thatcher Dog settled on his chest in a way that made Blaine seem more like a kid than a person in his early twenties. Kurt's face beamed in his mind, the cute way he scrunched up his nose when he giggled, how his hands always seemed to come near his mouth when he was embarrassed, and especially the way his face looked flushed from kissing with half-lidded eyelids. Blaine knew there was no turning back now. He'd gotten a glimpse of how special Kurt was, and he wasn't about to let anyone tell him he couldn't unravel the rest of the wondrous things that made up Kurt Hummel. Blaine Anderson knew he was a pushover, but this? This was going to be something he wouldn't back down from. "Do your worst, because I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

Blaine raised an eyebrow when his phone then vibrated. Rolling his eyes when he saw Wes texting him in all caps letters, as if that would make the message more urgent.

WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! WE HAVE AN AUDITION FOR A PAYING GIG IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS! GET TO THE LOFT IMMEDIATELY! WE ARE GOING TO PRACTICE UNTIL EVERYONE BLEEDS MUSIC NOTES! –Wes (–ley Snipes)

Blaine huffed in exasperation. He pocketed his phone and trudged slowly through his apartment to gather his instruments and clothes for next few days. When Wes got like this, the band was kind of on lock down at their practice loft until after their gig or audition was over. Blaine would just have to tell Kurt that he was helping out a friend with something or whatever, hoping to postpone their next date. A date he was really, REALLY looking forward to by the way.

Blaine scrambled through his apartment, mentally cursing every time another one of Wes' all caps messages was sent. Unaware that a figure was watching him and that a sickly slow smile was spreading across the figure's face as the person answered Blaine's earlier statement with, "I plan to."

A/N: Aaaaand scene! Haha so what did you think? Leave me a review with your thoughts and make me smile? Please? :D