I should have seen it coming, honestly. If I thought I could be excited and run straight up to my room after school, close the door and start planning without my dad noticing anything out of the ordinary was up, then I must be mental. But it did surprise me that he instantly figured out what it was about. Or maybe it was just what he guessed, but of course it turned out to be true.

Well, somewhat...

"You matter, Kurt," dad suddenly said during dinner, and put his fork down next to his plate, folded his hands and looked straight at me.

I tried to play oblivious of his stare and kept eating from the mashed potatoes on my plate. But when he kept staring at me without saying anything, I was forced to look up. "What do you mean?" I asked in my most innocent voice, but yet not knowing where the conversation was going.

Dad cleared his throat awkwardly and spoke up. "I have to be honest with you, Kurt. I know what you're doing and I don't like it."

I was absolutely stunned because there was no possible way dad could've found out what I was doing. That I was going to seduce a guy to give me his virginity and hold it against him as a punishment for being such a douche bag? That thought hadn't been uttered to a soul, it had never even left my head.

"What am I doing?" I asked honestly. "What have I done? I've done nothing."

"Kurt, don't play dumb. I know you stopped having sexual relations when the boy you did it with moved away. And I was okay with it then, wasn't I? But if you're gonna start again, I'll need to know who the guy is."

Okay, this conversation was seriously getting weird. "Dad, I'm not-"

"I knew it! I knew it!" dad interrupted, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation.

"Knew what?"

"You're sleeping around, aren't you? That's why you won't tell me who it is… because there are more…"

"Dad, listen to me!" I interrupted, before this was going to get even more awkward. I did my best to ignore the blush on my cheeks that had grown throughout the conversation. "I'm not… like that."

Dad still didn't believe me, but seemed relieved by the fact that I was denying his suspicions. Calmer now, he said, "Then why did you come home today looking like the same beam of sunshine you looked like when you used to be with… him?"

I knew in that moment that if I wanted to go through with this, I'd have to be more sneaky and less obvious. And I also needed to give dad a reason for any suspicious behavior. As much as I hated lying, especially to dad, the situation I was in didn't allow me to be honest. At least not fully.

"Because," I said slowly, while staring down at my broccoli and welcoming the blush that I'd earlier tried to hide, "there is this guy who's… good-looking, who recently turned out to be gay." I looked at dad again to be sure he got the message, and bracing myself for the lie. "I like him, dad. I… and I hope that he'll like me too."

Dad grunted a little as a response and dove back into his food. If dad thought that it was an innocent boy-crush then he'd stay out of it. Apparently he felt obligated to talk to me if I was having sex, but not if I was having boy troubles. Lucky for me... I guess.

. . . . .

The next morning, I knew today was going to be the day. Today was chemistry class with Jenkins, the only class both of us shared this term. It was the best chance I had at Blaine noticing me and I had to take it. I didn't know what he was attracted to, but only the best outfit I could find in my walk-in closet would be good enough for a day like this.

One thing I knew for certain was that if I wanted Blaine to be turned on by me like I was a sex toy, I'd have to make him see me as one. Which was the part I detested the most, because it meant I'd have to dress to attract eyes, as opposed to "dress to impress" that was my normal-day slogan.

Somehow I'd come to the conclusion that the Americano onesie in my closet was a good choice. Deep down, I knew it'd work. It was usually my work-out outfit, but since I more than rarely moved in fear of breaking a sweat, it had never come to use. It was also the type of "casual" that could measure to the leather jacket and jeans outfit Blaine constantly wore.

Strapping a leather belt around my waist, I admired the flattering curve of my hips that came from it. I took one more look to make sure my hair still looked fabulous - and that the matching bandana wasn't over-doing it - and then took a step closer to the mirror. It was time for the necessary part of the outfit that Blaine wouldn't be able to resist (if his attraction to David Martinez was a general opinion of the style, that was). I raised my hand to the zipper by my neck, and pulled it downward. I pulled it until it was almost halfway between my nipples and belly button in height. And I wasn't wearing any undershirt.

I took a look at myself in the mirror, and if I could say so myself, I looked stunning. There was just enough skin bared on my chest to be teasing at the border on revealing, but not nearly revealing enough to be satisfying. Martinez had always wore v-necked shirts, and from what I'd gathered, it worked every time.

I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to step away from the mirror before I could change my mind. I grabbed my bag on the way out of my room and headed to school. I was glad that dad had already gone to the tire shop so that he wouldn't give me suspicious glances. I was already self-conscious about the outfit as it was.

I arrived in school quite late, walking the corridors to get to my locker as fast as I could. The bell rung once before I even reached my locker. But as I rounded the last corner, there he was. The hall was already empty, the two other people there already hurrying away. Blaine was scrambling through his messy locker, not seeming to be in a hurry. I was frozen in my spot for a second, not ready to face him already. I collected myself as fast as I could, and just as I was about to start walking, he saw me.

When he saw me then… I was more sure than ever that I was going through with the plan. There are no words to describe how powerful I felt in that moment. At first, Blaine had only felt the lingering presence of someone being there, or maybe he felt a pair of eyes on him and was going to turn toward that person to give them one of his glares. But as he saw me, eyebrows pulled together, his face just went blank.

I took him by surprise, that's for sure. His eyes widened as he saw me, his mouth fell open as he trailed his eyes down my body. It was just for a moment, a very brief moment, but it had been there. The want in his eyes was unmistakable at the short distance even if Blaine tried to hide it as he turned back to his locker and pretended to be busy.

I started walking again, and walked past him to my locker. I placed my bag on the floor and worked with the locker combination as fast as I could. As I collected my books, I noticed in the corner of my eye how Blaine was watching me. Just to tease him, I bent over to get my bag, giving him a good view of my ass.

When I walked by him again to get to class, he didn't even hide his gaze. He was staring openly at me, yet he wasn't staring per se…

His eyes were narrowed and suspicious as they moved between my eyes and my chest. I tried to hold my head high and cool, but his gaze both unnerved and excited me. I didn't know why he looked at me the way he did the second time, but at the same time it felt good to be desired by someone like him. He was the one everyone wanted, and for him to want me, me of all people… I'll get back to you later of how it made me feel (when I'm done screaming on the inside!). It didn't happen too often to someone like me, and it was a great boost of confidence.

At this point in my plan, everything was going much better than I had ever hoped or imagined. I had been expected to use everything I had to make it happen, and not give up until it did - sooner or later. Call it obsessing, but it gave me something fun to focus on for a change. Yes, I was doing this for fun. This wasn't some sort of evil master plan where I was the French old villain stealing a poor little girl's virtue. I was simply restoring the order, creating balance where the higher power had forgot to put some.

If Blaine wanted to brag about all the sex he was having, he sure would get a piece of it. Maybe that was a good deed instead of a bad one, but the bad part would come after that. I wasn't entirely sure of what was going to happen once I achieved my goal, but something was definitely going down. The whole point of this was really to teach Blaine a lesson, and the curriculum was being expanded every second in my mind. Even though Blaine was hotter than the sun, he was gnawing my last nerve with all that bragging and self-loving attitude.

Even though it hadn't been intentionally done on my part, I had thrown the bait, and Blaine had swallowed it at the first toss in the water. The confidence it gave me was just what I needed for this plan. And it was just what I needed for phase two.