He hadn't slept much at all last night. His mind wouldn't shut off. Everytime he closed his eyes he'd just see those beautiful hazel eyes, curly hair and that damn cocky smirk. All he could think about was Blaine.

Not like that. Kurt Hummel was not that type of guy. He didn't go lusting after boys he barely knew. Especially not ones that got on his last nerve that go by the name of Blaine Anderson.

Nope, not at all.

Afterall Blaine was the cause of his bad mood in the first place. How was Kurt supposed to look his flawless self on such little sleep? He had dark patches under his eyes and his hair just was not co-operating.

Kurt arrived to school a little early to miss Mercedes. Hoping he could at least avoid her until Glee practice tomorrow. He had several missed calls and texts from her. What was he supposed to tell her? Oh, it's just Blaine, somebody who I've known for all of a whole day, who gropes me in lessons and offers me sex.

Yeah, I don't think that would help my case at all he thought to himself.

Kurt knew he would manage to avoid Mercedes but Blaine was going to be the problem. He was in his English class. Which unfortunately was Kurts first period again today.

He was sat at his usual seat again. Waiting for the noise to die down and the lesson to begin. Kurt couldn't help notice Blaine hadn't took the seat next to him. He must've got the message that Kurt didn't want to know.

Kurt looked across the class room, not to find Blaine, honest. He was just looking. He couldn't help but notice that Blaine wasn't even in the classroom at all. Maybe he was just late like yesterday?

When Blaine didn't show for the whole of class Kurt knew he should be relieved. Wasn't it what he had been hoping for all last night and this morning? Yet he kind of felt disappointed. Disappointment but he had no idea why. He didn't even like him so why would he care if he never came to class?

Because you're an idiot that's why Kurt.

Trudging from class Kurt makes his way French. Mocking Azimo in French was sure to cheer him up a little bit.

Kurt managed to avoid almost everyone from Glee club. Even when he saw Tina it was nothing more than a quick 'hello' and Kurt explaining that he just wasn't feeling well and to tell everybody not to worry and that he would see them all tomorrow at Glee club.

Lunch saw Kurt finding another quiet spot again. Away from everything. Like he'd said, he just wasn't in the mood for anybody today.

"Nice spot Hummel." Came a voice from his left.

He knew that voice. Of course he knew that voice, it was the voice that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get out of his head. He lifted his head from where he was messing on his phone, to confirm that yes, there he was. Blaine was standing right next to him.

"Nice and private for all sorts of shenanigans." added Blaine with a wag of his stupid pointy eyebrows.

"Hello to you too Blaine." Kurt sighed with a roll of his eyes.

Blaine sat down next to Kurt, straddling the bench seat and leaning against the table.

"Shenanigans? Really? Are you this forward with everybody?" Kurt asked in irritation.

"No, not everybody. Just you babe."

"Oh, you're so kind. Sexually harassing me and me only." Kurt said dripping with sarcasm.

"Don't act like you don't love it. Why are you so wound up around me all the time anyway?" he said.

"Because." Kurt muttered.

"It's the sexual tension, isn't it? I can help you out with that, you know? I can loosen you right up." Blaine lent in and whispered the words right in his ear. Hot breath tickling down Kurts neck. He couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine.

"Thank you for that. I'll be sure to give you a call as soon as I actually feel any sexual tension towards you. " he bit back.

"You don't even know anything about me anyway, except my name." Kurt said, with a push to Blaine's shoulder to remove him from his personal space.

"I don't need to know more than your name gorgeous. You're sexy and I want to fuck you. What more information do I need?"

Kurt was pretty sure his eyes were about to bug out of his sockets as he felt his face flush red.

Kurt really couldn't get his head around the fact that there was a living, breathing and not to mention, gorgeous as hell boy sat right next to him who saw him as sexually appealing.

It was really impossible for him to understand.

"Look Blaine. Obviously you're not going to leave me alone anytime soon so if I have to spend this much time around you then at least tell me something about yourself just so I know you're some murderer or something."

Blaine just sat there silently.

"You're not, are you?" Kurt panicked.

He threw his head back and let out a loud laugh. Kurt couldn't help but let his eyes linger on Blaines exposed neck. The way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Kurt just wanted to attach his mouth to it and taste.

Woah, where did that come from?

Kurt was being stupid and he knew it. Blaine wouldn't murder him. Let alone at school.

Would he?

"No." laughed Blaine "Not a murderer."

Quick to change the subject through embarrassment Kurt asks again for details.

"What do you want to know?" he says with a grunt.

"Are you from Lima?"

"No."

"Where then?"

"Westerville."

"With your parents?"

"Yes."

"And you're... gay?"

"I thought that was pretty obvious as I've been admiring your ass ever since I met you."

Christ, Hummel, why do you have to be such a blushing virgin?

He knew Blaine had noticed his blush as he started to unpack his lunch from his bag with his cockiest smirk yet.

Changing the subject, "What are your hobbie-"

He drifted off as he watched Blaine lifting his drink to his mouth with trembling fingers. Tilting his head to the left in wonder Kurt asked "Why are your hands shaking?"

Blaine froze and for a second Kurt thought he saw a flash of shame in his eyes but that disappeared as fast as it appeared. Clenching his hands into fists, he fixed a cold glare on Kurt.

"It's none of your fucking business."

Kurt thought better than to push the subject any further and they both ate their lunch in an awkward silence.

He was glad when the bell rang to signal the end of lunch.

Yet, he could not get Blaine out of his head.

Maybe Blaine was just shaking because he was cold?

Kurt knew it was definitely not cold at lunch and Blaine also wore his usual black leather jacket. But what other reason could there be?

That still didn't explain Blaine's reaction to his question though. Blaine was beginning to take up every waking thought of Kurts mind and he didn't like it.

There was no way that he was getting involved with somebody like that. Even if his constant shameless flirting made him feel hot all over.

He didn't really understand what it was about this boy with his smouldering hazel eyes that drew Kurt in.

But whatever it was, it didn't matter. He wasn't getting involved and he had to finish his pop quiz.

The end of another school day. Thank God.

All he wanted to do was get home, get his head into a book and have an early night. He certainly needed one after last night.

Stupid Blaine who he had successfully managed to not think about since lunch.

He hooked his messenger bag tighter over his shoulder and nearly sprinted over the parking lot to the safety of his car, all the while checking over his shoulder to make sure Karofsky, Azimio or any of the other guys weren't following him.

It was always a dilemma. He used to park his car closer to the entrance so it would be less distance for him to get to the safety of the school walls, where atleast the teachers were there to stop the bullies getting too out of hand.

But one of the first weeks after he came out, he left school later than normal because of Glee club, to come across the words 'fag' in big capital letters, sprayed with graffiti paint across the hood of his car.

And that's why he parks his car right at the bottom of the parking lot, out of sight almost. He could handle how he cried himself to sleep that night but he couldn't handle the look on his Dad's face as they both scrubbed the hateful words off together. Angry, hurt but mostly lost. He couldn't understand how his son, who he loved more than anything in the world, who had already been through so much, deserved this kind of treatment. He wanted to say something, anything to make his son feel a little less hurt but he knew there was nothing he could do.

And its probably silly to put himself in more danger where the jocks could harass him without anybody knowing but he just can't, can't, can't put his Dad through that again.

Kurt jumps out of his skin when he sees a figure on the other side of the car. He turns to make a run for it before he realizes it's Blaine.

He really doesn't know whether to be relieved or even more on edge.

"What are you doing here?" He says in the most calm and collected voice he could muster up, walking around to the other side of the car where Blaine was situated.

"I was here to discuss my proposition." He winked.

"Leave me alone." Kurt pulled out his keys and attempted to open his car door when a hand slammed it shut it again.

"What is your problem?" Kurt spun around to throw him his best bitch glare when he noticed he was suddenly crowded back in to the car door and Blaine was almost pressed right up against him, with his hand still leant against the car.

His eyes keep flicking from hazel eyes, to lips and over Blaine's shoulder. He's scared by how bad he wants this. How bad he wants lips on lips, to let his hands roam, to feel this boys body pressed flush against his.

But he's more scared of being seen. Karofsky and the other jocks already have enough to fuel their fire.

"What are you afraid of?" Blaine whispered in a voice that sounded dangerous but guh.

"Nothing." He replies, maintaining eye contact.

"It doesn't look like nothing."

And he really, desperately doesn't want to sound so weak in front of Blaine. So he lies,

"Well, it is."

"Then show me."

And all of a sudden this isn't about how Blaine must have noticed the way he pretty much ran across the parking lot, this isn't about how he's noticed how Kurt keeps glancing around as if he's waiting for an ambush.

This is about them.

So, without thinking of any consequences, he does what he's secretly been wanting to do since since he first laid eyes on this boy clad in a leather jacket.

He leans in, still maintaining eye contact until the last minute and kisses him.

And for a moment it's just lips against lips, no movement, both a little surprised but before Kurt can remember his own name, Blaine is cupping his jaw, framing his face.

He has to supress a whimper as Blaine sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and lightly bites down.

Then all of a sudden Blaine's tongue is swiping against his lips, seeking entrance. By this point, Kurt is putty in his hands and so he complies, opening his mouth.

At the back of his mind, he realizes that this is the first time he's had another boys tongue in his mouth. He's pleased to know that it tastes nothing like armpits. It just tastes like mint, sweet and like, well, like Blaine.

This time he's not quite so successful in holding his whimper in as Blaine's tongue brushes his own. And Blaine hears because Kurt can feel him smirk against his lips.

That smug bastard.

And in a move that even shocks himself, Kurt grabs Blaine's hips and drags him closer, not even a slither of air between them and they both moan because okay, wow. That's somebody's erection pressing into his hip.

Blaine's mouth leaves his own and pulls his scarf undone so he can trail kisses up and down the expanse of his neck. And now Kurt's getting hard too as Blaine finds that spot behind his ear and begins to suck.

As Kurt's knee's begin to shake, he remembers this is his first time doing anything sexual with a boy.

And he remembers that he wanted this to be romantic and loving and everything that this isn't.

"I... can't."

His voice doesn't come out as stern as he'd hoped, it's more of a timid whisper.

"Come on, babe." Blaine encourages, pressing his thigh into Kurt's hardness, just enough to make his breath catch.

And he almost caves. Because he's not going to lie, this feels really good.

But he knows he's better than this. He's better than a quicky in an empty parking lot.

And so he places his hands on Blaine's chest and gives a firm push.

As Blaine stumbles back, Kurt looks him straight in the eyes and he tries to keep his voice from cracking.

"I said I can't. What is wrong with you?"

"Well, your body is telling me different." And he looks right at Kurt's crotch, where it's still a little hard.

Kurt really hates his blush more now than ever and he's speechless. He really doesn't know what to say.

"You're unbelievable."

He turns around, opens the car door and he climbs in. And whilst he puts his seatbelt on, he turns around and looks Blaine right in the eyes and almost sighs out in disappointment "Don't talk to me tomorrow, Blaine."

And with that, he puts his keys in the ignition, reverses and heads out of the parking lot.