Being a part of something special made you special. And if you knew Kurt Hummel, you knew he thought himself damned near perfect. Being part of Cheerios made him realize how much better he was than anyone else at this school. The jocks, the band geeks, everyone.

Especially that drug-addict gel-loving boxer everyone feared to call by anything other than Anderson.

Not Kurt, though. Kurt would gladly call him Blaine any minute of the day.

Not that it mattered, of course. Blaine is lower on the scale than Kurt. Kurt, head gay of the Cheerios, did not associate with guys like Blaine.

Unless, of course, you get stuck in history class with them and are forced to do a project together on some President that died ten years ago. Then you might have to.

It all started with history class. Kurt had run in late, being held back by a group of girls ("Fans." He would sigh to himself every time), and had to sit next to Blaine. Kurt cursed the no seating plan that the history teacher was oh so fond of, because anyone who was late was stuck next to the walking 5 o'clock shadow. Blaine had simply turned to him as he sat and flashed a toothy grin. Kurt scoffed at Blaine's attempt to unnerve him. Kurt didn't care if Blaine had killed a guy: you cannot be threatening and have your hair gelled down to death.

The teacher announced that everyone was to partner up with the person sitting to his or her right. They were going to learn about different Presidents ("Yawn." Kurt thought), and each group was going to get "An AWESOME President!" Kurt scoffed at the assignment and the chirpiness of the Spanish turned History teacher. The guy must be a failure if he couldn't even speak enough Spanish to teach it. Isn't that your field or something when you go to college?

But Kurt digressed.

The ‘partner' happened to be that one Blaine Anderson, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

This was going to be an interesting couple of weeks.

This school could only have so many coincidences, because Kurt happened to be in Blaine's gym class too.

The gym teacher didn't care what you did during gym; as long as you worked out he was fine. Kurt stretched and practiced tumbling. Blaine boxed until his face was red and he had buckets of sweat.

After gym, they were to get dressed as quickly as possible before lunch. Kurt watched as Blaine gathered his clothes from his locker, and just sat there instead of showering. "God Anderson is such a virgin." Kurt thought to himself, not thinking about it until it happened.

Of course.

Everything about him screams it. He thinks he can hide it under the whole bad-boy facade... with the attitude and the whole boxing thing. 

Blaine saw the last guy leave the shower and jumped up and ran to it.

"But he can't fool me." Kurt thought with a devilish grin. He had been looking for something to do his senior year, and boy did he find it.

"Everyone think he's gonna kick their ass if they try to talk to him", Kurt was thinking to himself, "But it's just a mask so he can save his sweet little virgin ass."

Kurt hummed to himself as he grabbed his bag and sauntered off to his next class, polyester uniform swishing as he walked.

As he left that class thirty minutes later, he spotted Blaine standing outside the bathroom, clicking his pen against his thigh absentmindedly. Kurt waltzed over to him to speak project plans, not caring if anyone else noticed.

Blaine saw him walking towards him and quirked an eyebrow, almost as a dare.

"Well well well if it isn't the queen bitch himself," Blaine said when Kurt didn't back down and approached him, "Tell me, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

Kurt huffed and lifted his chin at him; "We just so happen to be partners in history, Blaine, or did your drinking affect your memory this afternoon?"

Blaine cringed at the use of his name, but spat out, "I remember Hummel, just curious as to why you approached me in the hall. Isn't there some rule against talking to the folks that live under your shoe?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Really Blaine, that's the best you can come up with. Pity. I expected better."

"Just spit it out Hummel. Or swallow." Blaine's lips turned up to show that ugly grin.

Kurt scoffed and replied, "Just letting you know that I was planning on working on it this afternoon at the library. Come. Or don't come. Or come before you come." With that Kurt turned on his heel and walked to the field for Cheerios practice.

He looked back and saw Blaine blushing slightly at Kurt's comment, and Kurt felt a strange sense of pride.

"Huh. You know what, Anderson? I think your v-card patiently waits...for me." He smiled to himself as he turned his head to face forward again.

This is the story of how Kurt Hummel took Blaine Anderson's virginity.

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At the library later that afternoon, Kurt had set out a bunch of biographies on a full range of Presidents. Kurt laughed at the idea of some of these guys being president. Cheaters, embezzlers, thieves, the presidency was a lot like high school.

Kurt didn't care much either. He was more interested in his plan; seduce and fuck the "bad" Blaine Anderson.

Step one was obviously get Blaine to admit to being a virgin. It wouldn't be easy, considering he had the whole ‘bad boy slut' going for him. Kurt knew of one way to do it though: a bottle of tequila.

Which would of course lead to step two: seduction.

Alas, Kurt still had to work on step one.

The seat opposite of Kurt suddenly pulled out and a disheveled Blaine plopped down in the chair, his ensemble screaming bad boy.

His hair screaming gay.

"What have you gotten done so far Hummel? Or what would like to be done? I for one would go for being done on this tab-"

"Cut the crap Blaine you're such a virgin it screams it." Kurt snapped back, forgetting his big plan of tequila and glorious drunk sex.

Blaine's jaw went slack at the comment, his cheeks burning red, "Wh-what are you talking about Hummel?? I've fucked plenty of guys-"

"Yeah like who Blaine? I dare you to find guys at our school to fuck on a regular basis."

Blaine's eyes were flaming with anger at this, "Don't call me Blaine. And they don't go to this school. I'm more into the older crowd. More experience."

Kurt scoffed, "As much as I'd enjoy talking about your imaginary fuck buddies, Blaine, we do have a school project to work on."

Blaine stood up and threw a paper on the table, "Here's my half. It's about Eisenhower if that's all right with you, Ms. Priss." Blaine nodded and left the library, his black boots stomping a bit as he left.

"Well that went well." Kurt thought.

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That next day Kurt walked into the halls of McKinley, acutely aware of the eyes following him everywhere. He was used to this though. Being the only gay male cheerleader gets him a lot of attention.

What he wasn't expecting was one of the stares being that Blaine. Blaine watched Kurt walk to his locker, his gaze stuck on Kurt's ass.

Not that he could blame him; his ass was fantastic in this uniform.

Kurt couldn't help but notice how hot Blaine looked in his crappy leather jacket and loose yet clinging to his hips denim jeans. It didn't help hide his small stature, but it certainly didn't hide his not-so-small stature.

Kurt felt a blush hit his cheeks but he just turned his head up and ignored it. Kurt Hummel does not show weakness.

He walked back over to Blaine and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, we got off on the wrong foot. We're stuck together through this project, so we should try to get along." He stuck his hand out that wasn't attached to his messenger bag, "Hi, Blaine, it's nice to finally be partners after you've been checking my ass for the past few weeks. Would you like to do it on Eisenhower?"

Blaine's eyes grew wide at Kurt's remark, "I haven't-I didn't-It's hard to not look-"

Kurt smiled. This was going to be easy.