Bad Romance

Kurt was in awe at how different his life was after only a few days from Blaine's last outburst. Well, it was more of an ambivalent awe, as he couldn't even muster the energy and foolishness to be truly surprised. Every moment it seemed he was being tested. Every moment he was out of his room he would be bombarded by people who wanted to 'hang out' or 'have a catch up', and Kurt felt like Blaine's eyes would be on him and he would have to persistently decline their offers. Any extensive contact could have been interpreted as something more than what it was in Blaine's eyes. He guessed what hurt the most was how quick his friends were to just nod and accept it. Part of him wanted to beg them to notice something was wrong, plead with them to recognise he wasn't being himself. He just wanted someone to notice, but at the same time wish all his slip ups and little white lies wouldn't attract attention. After all, what would Blaine say? Worse yet, what would he do?

Blaine, on the other hand, was acting like the whole thing with Dillon was such a release for him. Kurt noticed with hidden disgust that a weight seemed to be lifted off his boyfriend's shoulders. He was all smiles, always laughing and whispering sweet nothings into Kurt's ear every chance he got. It's like he's a freakin' schizophrenic! Kurt thought to himself. It still messed with his mind every time he tried to contemplate that the beautiful, caring, teddy bear of a boy he fell for all those months ago could be the angry, unpredictable, gruesome creature that was littering his body with cuts and bruises. It would be at this point Kurt would shake his head and rub his face in a futile attempt to rid his mind of these thoughts.

Kurt could feel himself coming up to one of these moments on Thursday afternoon. He was in study hall, sitting by himself in one of the corners of the room, when he had stupidly allowed his mind to wander. His hands came up to his face and he rubbed himself from his forehead to his eyes, his eyes to his chin. When he pulled his hands away he was met with Blaine's curious stare right in front of him.

'Jes-Blaine!' He cried out, hand flying down to steady himself in case he fell back off his chair.

Blaine laughed and leaned down to kiss him. 'Hello to you too, baby. Did I give you a little scare?' He sat up on the table by the book Kurt had been not-reading.

'Just a little one, but I'm sure you'll get me good next time…' Kurt tried to be light about it as he allowed himself to be kissed. Funny, Blaine didn't seem to mind his lack of reciprocation these days. 'What are you doing here? Don't you have Geography right now?'

Blaine cocked his head to the side. 'Maybe some other people can't pinpoint Scotland on a world map, but I can.' He laughed again, and Kurt's eyes softened as he felt he was seeing his Blaine again. The one who made Kurt feel relaxed and happy. 'I excused myself to the bathroom so I could come find you and tell you not to make plans for this Friday night.'

As if I could make plans with you pulling my strings like a mindless puppet…

'Why, what am I doing on Friday?' Kurt still found himself asking.

Blaine's eyes flashed. 'You're letting me take you to Jeff's birthday party in the main hall. He hired it out for my year, and I'm able to take you along as my guest.' He winked, 'Just a perk for having me as your boyfriend.'

Kurt plastered a smile on his face and tried to look excited. 'Sounds great. We're really overdue a party and I get to wear something other than this blazer.'

Blaine laughed again-Boy, he's on a roll today!-and stood up off the table. 'Trust you to first think about clothes.' He bent over and ran his hand through Kurt's hair, gently pushing his head back so he could easily swoop down and steal another kiss. 'You're too cute, sometimes.' With that, he set off back to his class and left Kurt by himself again in the corner.

It was times like these it made him purely sad that the Blaine he had just witnessed couldn't be around all the time to protect him from any other side of his personality. That being said, he thought, I really do have to think carefully about what I wear. The last thing Kurt wanted was for Blaine to think he was trying to attract someone else's attention by wearing something too out-there. It would mean denying his creative fashion flow but it would be worth it if Friday evening went off without a hitch. Kurt hadn't a clue at that moment just how big a hitch there would be.

As Lady Gaga's 'Bad Romance' played on his stereo, Kurt gave himself a once over in the mirror. He was going for the smart casual look in a shirt and waistcoat, with dark fitted jeans and dress shoes. He did what he could with a bland colour scheme, but had to admit he was still going to be dressed better than most, if not all, of the other guys there. He just had a way with these things. It was a gift he couldn't ignore. And if the wolf whistle coming from behind him was anything to go by, Blaine thought he looked good too.

'Blaine, stop sneaking up on me!' Kurt cried out, turning around on his heel to face the Warbler standing under his doorframe. How the hell does he get in, anyway? I thought I locked it.

Blaine folded his arms, smiling as he gave Kurt's body a look up and down. Nodding approvingly, he stepped forward. 'But it's so fun, Kurt.' He whined playfully, 'You look so adorable when you've been caught by surprise.' Kurt wasn't sure how to respond, so instead he took in Blaine's outfit. He wore one of his black t shirts that clung to his shoulders and chest area and his brown jacket only just covered the dark red slogan of a rock band Blaine was currently into. His pair of converse shoes merged with his jeans, creating a clean-cut look that Kurt couldn't help but admire. But the most attractive aspect to Kurt was his product-free hair which was now long enough to curl naturally. Kurt stepped into him and pulled on one strand gently. It sprung back up and caused Kurt to laugh quietly.

'You look good.' He said simply, knowing Blaine would understand how much of an understatement that was. Why would someone who looked like Blaine be interested in me? He found himself wondering, almost forgetting about recent events completely. Blaine ran his hands down Kurt's sides and rested them in Kurt's back pockets, cupping his rear softly, and gave him a short yet firm, passion-filled kiss that would surely give Rachel and Finn, or anyone back at McKinley for that matter, a run for their money. Blaine just knew how to heat him up.

'You look beautiful…' Blaine murmured against his lips. 'And you taste delicious.' Both he and Kurt chuckled into each other at that, before locking lips once more for a longer kiss. Kurt found himself lost in the moment, which hadn't happened in such a long time. This moment in time, he thought, this is perfect. This is what we're supposed to be. Just like this. He had no idea how much time had passed. Time seemed to have frozen for them, until they were interrupted by a familiar vibration coming from Blaine's jacket pocket. Blaine smiled in apology as he pulled out his phone. 'It's Jeff; this'll only take a second.' He clicked to answer and moved away from Kurt to check himself in the mirror and Kurt gave his room a quick look over as he waited for him. 'Yeah, we're on our way. Yes, really. I don't know, I think Thad said he was going to bring some. Okay. Okay. See you soon. Bye.' He clicked off his phone and took Kurt's hand. 'Ready?'

'Yeah,' Kurt smiled and they began heading out the door. 'What is Thad bringing?'

'Just a couple of beers. Nothing special.'

'Oh.'

Kurt soon realised that by 'just a couple of beers', Blaine had meant a full-on alcohol bar. The main hall was cluttered with bottle upon bottle, can upon can of alcohol. It was a well-known school rule that no alcohol was to be consumed on school premises, but Kurt guessed the risk was taken as no staff member wanted to monitor a party that was likely to go on until the early hours of the morning. By the time they arrived, David was already passed out on one of the leather couches with Wes trying to roll him onto his side so he could be left alone without the risk of him choking on vomit. Kurt couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that even in such a refined and respected establishment, the kids at Dalton were just like those Kurt knew at McKinley. The music was loud enough to cause the floor to pulse with the beat and the only lights came from the disco lamps flicking every nanosecond to a different colour and filled the air with a faint burning scent mixed with sweat. Kurt began to wonder how long he would last in here before his brain would melt from sense-overload. He soon found out he wouldn't last long. He and Blaine had barely set foot in the hall when they were each given a glass of something Kurt had no desire to taste. It smelled of strawberry juice and lighter fluid, and although it was (hopefully) safe enough to drink, Kurt still kept it in his hands and far away from his lips.

By the time they had found a table to sit at, Kurt was plagued by many thoughts.

Will I be considered too much of a loser for asking if the music could be turned down?

If half of the Warblers are here, why isn't there a decent track on?

I really hope no one is sick on me.

I really need to get rid of this drink, the smell is going to make me vomit on me.

When Blaine motioned for them to get up and dance, Kurt was only too happy to abandon the glass on a nearby table and at least try to enjoy the night. The other guys were in circles or groups where they could all jump and sing to the music, but Blaine made sure as to keep Kurt to himself. He pulled him in close and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. Together they moved to the beat, sneaking kisses and lightly grinding so as to not attract too much attention from any others who weren't completely drunk by now. As excited as Kurt found himself, their closeness and the intensity in Blaine's stare brought back the memories when they were last so close in a school hall. His stomach began to ache at the thought, and the fire in his boyfriend's eyes reminded him of the anger which could result from any simple mistake. Kurt's stomach turned and he suddenly felt very ill. The additional factors, such as the smell, pulsing beats and blaring music only made him feel worse. I need to get out of here…

No sooner had Kurt thought those words did Thad come up beside them, grabbing onto their shoulders. 'Hey!' He shouted over the music, 'You guys have to do a song! Every Warbler has to!' Kurt had a feeling he was really only wanting public-favourite Blaine to perform for the party guests but wanted to try and include the newest club member, seeing as he hadn’t yet seen any other glee member perform a number. Blaine gave a nod and began to pull Kurt over towards what seemed to be the staging area.

Kurt resisted, causing Blaine to turn to him questionably. 'I don't feel so good.' Kurt admitted, finding it hard to be heard over the noise. When Blaine still persisted with another tug, he pointed down to his stomach and pulled a sickly face.

Blaine nodded slowly, as if beginning to understand. 'I'll stay with you!'

Thad had turned down the music a little in preparation for Blaine's song, and Kurt shook his head. 'You have to stay and promote the glee club.’ He insisted now that he could be heard, ‘I'll come back when I feel better.' Like hell I will…

Blaine remained expressionless but continued to stare into him as if not fully believing him. Fortunately, Jeff had grabbed him and pulled him up to the microphone, leaving Kurt free to edge towards the door. The music came to a stop and was replaced by the announcement that Warbler Blaine was giving a number. As the cheers began, Kurt managed to slip out of the hall but not before noticing that Blaine's drink, given to him less than five minutes ago, was sitting on the table completely empty.

Kurt lay in bed, unable to get to sleep even after several hours of lying down. True, he hadn't bothered to take off his party outfit but that didn't normally affect his sleeping habits. He knew exactly why he couldn't sleep, though. There, in the pit of his stomach, was the feeling that his decision to leave the party early was going to bring about bad consequences. He couldn't put his finger on it. It was true that he was feeling nauseous and couldn't take much more of the atmosphere, but after having returned to his room his stomach quickly settled. His promise to go back was broken, and he had the disturbing feeling Blaine knew about it.

It was around 12.30am Kurt heard the first lot of party goers stumble down the hall, trying to find their way back to their dorms. At around 1am, Kurt's ears perked up as he heard Nick's familiar giggles, followed by a deeper voice that sounded remarkably like Jeff's. Kurt opened his door and gave a silent gasp as he caught sight of them. Nick was pressed up against his door, lips glued to Jeff's as his hand fidgeted with his dorm door handle. After a few moments, they both fell into Nick's room and the door shut firmly behind them. The sound was cut off straight after, Kurt noted. These walls are thick…

Kurt was still lying back on his bed amused at what he had witnessed at around 2am, when a small tapping sound broke him out of his thoughts. Kurt lifted his head off the pillow and stared at the door. Why is it he had almost been expecting this? He quietly stood up and walked to his bedroom door. As he approached it, the handle moved but whoever was behind the door was met with the lock. After another few failed attempts, the tapping resumed followed by loud whispering.

'Kurt! Ku-urt! Open up!' Kurt hesitated, and couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly dumb when he finally complied and unlocked his door. There, under the threshold, was a very drunk Blaine. His hair was very tousled, making Kurt wonder if he had been running through bushes at all that night, and he wore a charming but drunken grin. 'Kurt, baby, you're up!' He still stage-whispered, before stumbling forward.

Kurt tried to catch him in case he fell, and pulled him further into the room so he could use his desk for balance. 'Yes, I'm up. Are you alright?'

'Alri-? Kurt I'm fucking fantastic!' Blaine laughed, not noticing how Kurt flinched at the swear word. He wasn't used to Blaine swearing, and the only real occasions he could remember involved him being angry. 'You should've been there, Kurt, everyone was…everywhere! It was the best party ever!' He said the last part louder, and Kurt found himself shushing him, embarrassed.

'It sounds great, but you should really get back to your room.' Kurt tried moving him towards the door. Having a drunk Blaine in his room now seemed like something he should not get into the habit of doing. Blaine, however, resisted him and put a finger up to his mouth in an 'oopsie' type of way.

'Kurt…' He whispered, giggling, 'I…I can't find my room!' He started laughing out loud and Kurt wasn't sure how to react. 'I thought…'I'll stay with Kurt!', yeah?'

Kurt bit his lip. 'Blaine, you can't. I'm feeling ill, remember? I…I don't want you catching anything.' He was sure his lie would go over smoothly, seeing as he was talking to a drunk who didn't seem to be able to focus on him for any longer than three seconds. But instead of going with it, Blaine narrowed his eyes.

'Don't lie, you're fine. You were even fine earlier.' He used the wall to help him to the door, and for a moment Kurt thought maybe Blaine was leaving, but all he did was shut the door and lock it again. He turned back around to Kurt and stared at him. A few seconds later, he pushed himself off the door and Kurt couldn't help but notice he didn't seem as drunk now. He wasn't swaying at all, and his stare was becoming more sober and serious. It then occurred to him that perhaps Blaine hadn't been drunk at all. It was that thought that caused Kurt to go cold. What is he doing?

Blaine stepped towards him and pulled Kurt into the same type of hold they had been in just a few hours ago. He kissed his lips, then cheek and then dipped to his neck. Kurt's breathing quickened as his heart began to thud in worry and slight panic. 'Blaine…I-I don't want to…' He gasped as Blaine bit down on his skin in an attempt to shut him up.

'But I do,' Blaine responded in a growl. His hands roamed Kurt's now shaky frame, and held his hips tightly so he could grind into him. His pushing resulted in him pressing the slighter boy against the wall, and Kurt was reminded of Nick and Jeff. Only this isn't what he wanted. This wasn't mutual.

'B-Blaine, please, get off-!' His hands pushed at him, but he was shaking too much and Blaine was too strong.

'Shh, shh, baby you have to learn to shut your fucking mouth.' Blaine said lowly, with a hint of a fake-sweetness to his voice. One hand reached round to grope his rear as the other seemed to disappear between their bodies. The first Kurt knew what Blaine was doing was when he heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being pulled down. 'Fuck, Kurt…' Blaine murmured, 'Your sexy little ass is mine, understand?' He gripped him harder through his tight jeans. 'And I want it. Now.'

Kurt let out a cry of sheer panic, and realised that there was no way he was going to stop this now. Blaine had him trapped, and the reality of how thick the walls were was enough to convince him no amount of screaming or shouting was going to help.

Help wasn't on its way. And Blaine wasn't going to stop until he got what he came for.