However, deep down, Kurt doesn’t exactly hate his time with Blaine.

There are times when Kurt is close to bitch-slapping that stupid grin off of Blaine’s face. He has more images of bashing Blaine’s face into the desk than he can keep count of. But there are a few times, very few times actually, where Blaine is pleasant to be around.

“What do your parents think about you being in glee club?” Blaine timidly asks one day while Kurt is revising Blaine’s (well, his) essay over Othello. Kurt shrugs.

“My dad’s all for it. He thinks I should be able to go after what I want and do what I want, no matter what. I mean, he doesn’t really ever get to come see our performances because of his work, but he supports me.” Kurt bites his lip, slightly uncomfortable at the wistful look on Blaine’s face and continues. “Carole supports it, too. She thinks it’s a healthy way of expressing myself. Then again, Carole’s such a sweetheart, I think she’d support me being a serial killer or a werewolf or something.”

“Wait, Carole?”

“Huh? Oh. That’s my step-mom. Finn’s mom. He’s not actually my brother.” Kurt shudders at the idea of being blood related to Finn. The boy means well, but... no.

“Oh, wow. I had no idea. That’s so interesting. What about your mom? What does she think of you being in glee club? Does she ever come to see your performances?”

Kurt freezes. He hates talking about his mother. Absolutely hates. He knows Blaine means no harm; how could the boy have known? They know absolutely nothing about each other. But irritation stills claws underneath his skin and he really just wants to throw a textbook across the room and jump out of the nearest window.

“Um, well.” He clears his throat, hating how awkward this is, even after all these years. “My mother’s dead.”

Now, it’s Blaine turn to freeze and he blushes deeply.

“I-I am so sorry, Kurt, I had no idea,” he stammers, eyes wide.

“Of course, you didn’t,” Kurt bites back harshly. “It’s not as though I talk about her.” He settles back into his chair, eyes fixated on the papers in front of him. He’s already said too much and he wishes Blaine would just leave the subject, and him, alone. “Just drop it.”

“Of course,” Blaine says quickly. There’s only a moment of silence before, “So, what do you do in your spare time?”

Kurt groans as he rubs at his eyes tiredly. Really? Blaine’s doing this? “I told you already. I sing. I design clothes. I bake.”

“Well, yeah, but what do you really do?” Blaine presses, a playful glint in his eyes. He holds his hands up defensively when Kurt cuts him a glare. “I’m not saying you don’t do those things, but what else does the real Kurt Hummel do?”

Kurt can’t stop his eyes from widening slightly. It’s so strange for someone to actually be interested in him; the real him, not the fake person created for everyone’s enjoyment. He’s caught so off-guard by the strange feeling of acceptance and emotion bubbling up in his stomach, causing his heart to swell, that he can’t even come up with a snarky comment and he just answers.

“Um, well, sometimes I play video games with Finn,” He explains as he makes a mark on the paper in front of him, a small smile playing on his lips. “He always asks me, and I try to act all put upon and annoyed, but it’s a lot of fun.”

“Wow. I can safely say that is not an answer I was expecting,” Blaine laughs, eyebrows raised. “What kind of games do you play?”

“Well, I’m quite partial to old Nintendo. Legend of Zelda is my shit, and Ocarina of Time is clearly the best. The storyline in it is just… unmatched by anything. Except maybe Majora’s Mask, but really, that game just managed to piss me off. Finn’s a big fan of first person shooters; Doom and Half-Life. Call of Duty. Resident Evil. And, god, of course Halo. I have to say, at first I was pretty awful at Halo, but I’ve gotten to where occasionally my kills are greater than his,” Kurt rambles excitedly. He looks up to see a look of great amusement on Blaine’s face. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

“Nope,” Blaine answers simply, accenting the ‘P’. “But you’re totally a gaymer.”

“Well, yeah, I’m a gamer… I just told you I played video games.” Blaine laughs at him again, and it doesn’t irk Kurt as much as it usually does.

“No, no. A gay-mer. Someone who identifies as being a part of the LGBT community and the video game community,” Blaine recites off easily, like he just randomly has that definition memorized. Kurt’s pretty sure he does.

“Oh,” Kurt says dumbly, the information sinking in, and he smiles before going back to proofreading Blaine’s paper. “Well, I guess I am.”

----

If there’s one thing Blaine can’t get out of his head before he goes to bed at night, it’s Kurt. Kurt and his smile. Kurt and his scowl. Kurt and his laugh. Kurt and his glare. The way Kurt stretches when he finishes a paper, shirt riding up just a bit so Blaine can see his stomach. The small groan that escapes from Kurt’s lips when he gets frustrated with an assignment. It all drives Blaine completely crazy and in the best way possible.

Except tonight. Tonight, he just wants to get some sleep, but everytime he closes his eyes, all he can see is Kurt smiling brightly at him. Kurt caressing his face. Kurt kissing him, so deep it makes his toes curl. Kurt growling at him as he pushes Blaine forcefully against a wall and rips his shirt open-

Woah, wait. Where did that come from? Blaine’s eyes fly open, mind racing. It’s not exactly uncommon for Blaine to dream about Kurt, whether it be romantic or not. Sure, a few kisses have been shared in Blaine’s dreamworld, but nothing beyond that and this… this is new. And although it is a bit nervewracking, it’s certainly not unwelcome. But he needs to go to sleep, and he can’t let the prospect of fantasies about Kurt keep him awake.

Slowly, Blaine slides his eyes shut again, silently hoping for the same vision to flash across his eyes. Suddenly, his mind finds a phantom version Kurt sitting across from him in their usual classroom.

He’s laughing, beautifully as always, and Blaine can’t stop himself.

“You’re so beautiful.”

The comment stops Kurt’s laugh short, a smug look taking its place. He leans over, cupping his hand on Blaine’s jaw, and Blaine can feel his heart racing. Kurt is totally going to kiss him. His eyelids flutter shut, anticipating the pressure on his lips, but there’s nothing.

“Do you know what you do to me?” Kurt whispers, breath hot on his ear, his fingers trailing down Blaine’s neck and collarbone, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Blaine can’t help but mimick Phantom Kurt’s actions on his own body, shivering as he does so.

With nimble fingers, he unbuttons Blaine’s shirt, hands dancing down, finger softly pinching a nipple, leaving Blaine a panting, desperate wreck. Blaine shakes his head quickly, looking up at Kurt with hooded eyes.

Kurt suddenly picks Blaine up from the desk and throws him on top of it, throwing his shirt across the room. Blaine tries to sit up, to protest, to warn that anyone, a teacher, a student, could come in and catch them, but Kurt pushes Blaine down, hard, and Blaine gasps a little at the slight pain of the edge of the desk digging into his shoulder blade. It’s extremely distracting, but not as distracting as Kurt unbuttoning his pants and pulling them, with his boxers, down to his ankles.

“Shut the fuck up, Blaine,” Kurt hisses before kissing the span of Blaine’s chest, rolling a nipple between his tongue.

Blaine rubs his own nipple, trying to imagine just how it would feel between Kurt’s teeth, in between his warm lips.

“God, you drive me so crazy, so fucking crazy,” Kurt is growling against Blaine’s skin as he kisses his way down, nibbling at his hipbones, before dipping down, just past Blaine’s erection and Blaine whines. Kurt gives him a smug look before placing a kiss on the inside of Blaine’s knee and slowly nibbling his way up the inside of Blaine’s thigh.

Blaine pinches up his thighs, whimpering and panting. He knows that his thoughts of Kurt drive him crazy, but he’s never been this desperate, this needy. He wants Kurt badly.

“K-Kurt,” he gasps, both in his fantasy and on his bed

Kurt places Blaine’s cock to his lips, barely running the head across them. Blaine is shuddering, hips twitching. “Be quiet,” Kurt orders before sinking all the way down his dick, wet heat enveloping all of his senses and he cries out.

He looks down to find his hand wrapped around his aching cock, and he begins stroking, trying to match phantom-Kurt’s deliciously slow rhythm.

Kurt sucks his way up slowly, practically ripping out Blaine’s soul, and Blaine arches his back. He lets out a deep moan as Kurt laps at the head, those intense blue-green eyes, blown with lust, never leaving his own. His hips rock in tiny circles, trying so hard not to just thrust into Kurt’s mouth. Kurt harshly sucks up, lingering at the head, and pulls off with a resounding ‘pop’. “You can fuck my face if you want to, Blaine,” Kurt whispers, and Blaine shudders at the words. “And I know you want to.” Kurt immediately sucks back down, taking in all of Blaine’s cock. Blaine immediately rolls his hips into Kurt’s mouth, hesitantly at first, but then he builds up a rhythm, rolling and thrusting his hips faster and faster.

He moans brokenly as his grip tightens. Before he knows it, he’s fucking his fist, hips practically jerking off of the bed as his free hand grips the sheets next to him. His hand too dry to be Kurt’s mouth, his calloused fingers in no way soft enough, but fuck, it feels amazing.

Blaine looks down, eyes locking with Kurt’s again, and he moans at how abused Kurt’s mouth is. It’s red, stretched and swollen around his cock, and those gorgeous ocean eyes are tearing up with how deep Kurt is taking Blaine. His hips are snapping into Kurt’s mouth, and Kurt fucking loves it. He can feel himself getting close to the edge. Blaine wraps his hands in Kurt’s hair as his rhythm falters, pulling tightly. Kurt suddenly whines, moans around his cock as his hands shoot to Blaine’s tangled in his hair, and laces their fingers as he surges forward, taking that last amount of Blaine into his mouth. The head of Blaine’s cock brushes against the very back of Kurt’s throat and he loses it.

Blaine is coming hard over his hand. So hard, his body is practically doubled over from the exertion, toes curling in the bed. He turns his head to scream Kurt’s name into his pillow. Trembling through the aftershocks, his body melts into the mattress. He feels somewhat guilty at the idea that he just came his brains out over a fantasy where he fucked Kurt’s face, but he’s so sated and boneless he doesn’t really care.

He sleeps soundlessly that night for the first time in what might be years.

----

Kurt is starting to crack. The homework load the honors classes have been given over the past few weeks is completely ridiculous, and by Kurt’s workload being doubled, he’s not sure if he’ll make it past these midterms and papers before quitting school altogether.

He looks up to see Blaine staring either at him or the desk, he’s not sure, a faint blush across his cheeks, and Kurt sneers at him, lip curled.

“What, Anderson?” he barks, snapping Blaine out of whatever day dream he was having. Blaine blinks, fog slowly disappearing from his eyes.

“Sorry, I zoned out.”

“Yeah, obviously,” Kurt mumbles as he goes back to his paper. Blaine furrows his brows and leans in,
resting his elbows on the desk in front of him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Blaine, fucking peachy.”

Blaine leans back, face emotionless. He crosses his arms and studies Kurt for a long moment before smirking.

“You’re breaking. I can tell. You’re still holding it together, but there’s a nice crack going down that porcelain mask of yours. It’s only a matter of time before it comes crumbling down. Just give up, Kurt. Save yourself this torture before you have a mental breakdown.”

And Kurt snaps. Literally, snaps the pencil he’s holding in half. He looks up at Blaine with such a fierce glare at the boy freezes. He stands up and throws all of the books, the papers, everything onto the floor in a fit of rage as he moves to Blaine, sticking his finger in the boy’s face.

“Fuck you, Anderson. Fuck all of this. Fuck your little mind games. I’m had enough of YOUR SHIT,” Kurt yells into Blaine’s face, and Blaine backs away slightly. Kurt growls in frustration and turns away, pacing the floor, stepping on all the papers now scattered around the floor. He laughs maniacally.

“Okay, mental breakdown, check,” Blaine mumbles to himself, looking down at his hands, but Kurt is already too angry to say anything.

“Go ahead. Tell the whole fucking school what you know about me. I don’t care anymore. Well, yeah, I do, but I’m done being your fucking slave. And honestly, Blaine? You’re just as disgusting of a person as I am. Yeah, you’re fucking blackmailing me. That’s pretty fucked up. And if you tell the school about me, I’ll be right there, ready to fucking take you down with me. So what will it be? I hope you’re done playing this fucking game because I’m not your fucking toy anymore!”

The room is silent, ringing with Kurt’s raised voice, his words spat out to Blaine like venom. Kurt’s breathing hard as he comes down, anticipating an answer from Blaine. What he doesn’t expect, however, is for Blaine to look up at him with those golden eyes pooled with tears. Kurt takes a step back, confused, and suddenly, Blaine is losing it, too.

“I’m so sorry, Kurt,” Blaine cries out, wiping tears furiously from the corners of his eyes, refusing to let them fall. “I had no idea. I… I mean, I knew this was hard on you, and I felt so fucking guilty for it, but it was the only thing I could come up with.” He looks at Kurt, eyes earnest and raw. Kurt opens his mouth to say something, to ask what Blaine means, but the other boy just holds up his hand, gently silencing Kurt.

“I just… so desperately wanted to get to know you,” Blaine continues. “I have no friends here, Kurt, and I thought you were so like me, from what I knew about you anyway, but you kept pushing me away. And when I saw you at home, yeah I’ll admit, I was trying to intimidate you into being nice to me for once, but obviously, that didn’t happen. But the more time I spent with you, the real you, I just found you so incredibly interesting and I hated that I was blackmailing you but I like spending time with you, Kurt. I was never, never going to tell the school about who you really are, but god, if you knew that would you be here with me right now?”

Kurt’s frozen. And blindsided. He keeps working his jaw to say something, anything, but he’s truly at a loss for words. He rubs his hand over his face, trying to figure everything out, trying to put pieces together.

“You mean… you… you faked this whole blackmail thing so I could be your friend?” Kurt asks incredulously, like the whole thing is ridiculous, and really, it kind of is. Blaine flushes.

“I… I just… yeah,” Blaine finally admits, letting out a slow exhale. “You’re just so interesting. Really, you are. I know you might not think that. And you’re worried that the entire population would hate you for the real you, and maybe a few people would, but I certainly don’t. And when you’re not trying to bite my head off, we get along really well.”

Kurt thinks about this. Thinks about the few times they’ve actually bonded here in this classroom. Thinks about being Blaine’s friend, and he can’t deny the small smile that twists at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. We do.”

He fixes his gaze on Blaine, studying him as he thinks some more. Whether he really wants to do this, be Blaine’s friend, or just go back to ignoring him, even despite how well they get along. Blaine absolutely beams, like a child at Christmas, and Kurt rolls his eyes before he sits down on the nearest desk.

“I’m still really pissed at you about all this,” Kurt eventually says, nudging at a few of the fallen papers on the ground with his shoe.

“As you should be,” Blaine says immediately, nodding. “But I promise it won’t ever happen again. I swear it won’t.”

Kurt nods, hearing nothing but sincerity on the boy’s voice. “And I won’t be doing your homework anymore.”

“Of course not,” Blaine laughs brightly before shrugging, smiling playfully. “Besides, I always went home and
changed most of it anyway.”

“Fucker!” Kurt yells, taking a plastic apple off of the teacher’s desk and throwing it in Blaine’s direction. Blaine shields himself with his hands, still laughing, and Kurt’s laughing, too.

Blaine wipes a few tears from his eyes as his shoulders continue shake with laughter and he looks over at Kurt, silence taking over the room. Kurt looks at Blaine thoughtfully, before biting his lip and giving a short laugh. He bends down, picks up the papers, and walks over to Blaine, placing them on the desk.

Blaine is beaming again, bouncing out of his chair as he stands, and thrusts his hand out for Kurt to shake.

“Friends?”

Kurt stares at the boy’s hand, eyebrow arched, for so long, Blaine begins to hesitate, and shrink back. He
suddenly grabs the boy’s hand, shaking it firmly, as he allows a smile to his lips.

“Friends.”