I walked into the classroom as gracefully as ever. The room was already filled to half with students, one of the early ones was Blaine. He was sitting in the end of the classroom, leaning towards the wall, looking out over the room. Despite not being in his angle of view, it was like he could sense me coming, and he turned his head to the door. When he saw it was me, he briskly turned his head away, so that he was staring ahead again.

My usual seat was quite far in the front of the room, but not today. I walked past Blaine, while smoothly swaying my hips, until I was in the end of the room. I took a seat in the middle row, eased myself down on the chair and waited for class to start.

It didn't take long for the rest of the students to find their seats, but it felt like forever under Blaine's powerful stare. I was in the middle of his line of vision, and he made a point not to look away from me the whole time.

The lesson began with Mr. Jenkins giving a brief presentation on the lab we were going to do. It was a fairly easy lab for those who had been there every lesson and knew what we were working on. I had. But it wasn't until Jenkins announced that we were working in pairs that I got excited. Because, after a quick scan of the room, I noticed that there were only two people sitting alone. One of them was Blaine. The other person was me.

It took about the same amount of time for Blaine to realize this as well, and he did not look pleased about it. Jenkins noticed that we were the only ones left, and told us rather strictly to get together. As Blaine didn't make any motion to move, I decided that I was the one who had to make this happen.

"I'm Kurt Hummel, but I'm sure you already know that."

Blaine turned his head up at the sound my voice, close to him. He studied the mocking smile on my lips and the quirked eyebrow, before lowering his gaze to my outstretched hand. He took it after a second. "I'm Blaine Anderson, but you know that." Then smirked viciously and tauntingly at me, daring me to keep playing.

I took the seat next to his. "And why would I know that?"

"Oh, please." Blaine's eyes scanned the room. "The people here cackle more than hens. Word easily goes around."

There was something about the constant double standard in Blaine that always made me want to laugh out loud. But I'd settled for a more unconventional method of exposure, that was why I was sitting there in the first place. If he likes it when word goes around, he's sure gonna get it.

"But why do you think I would know who you are… Kurt? Why would I care?"

"Come on, Blaine, I thought you were more fun than that!" I teased, earning a questioning look from Blaine. I tilted my head to the side. "Do we really wanna play that game? Personally, I find playing dumb extremely unattractive, and incredibly unsexy. You can do better."

Blaine scoffed. "And why the hell would I want a queer like you to find me sexy?" he spat.

"Were you really not listening five seconds ago?" I shot back, and smirked. "I'm not into playing dumb."

The look on Blaine's face was almost priceless, and I tell you, I would've taken a picture of it if I could. Blaine's eyes were wide open: he was completely shot off guard. But honestly, did he really think I didn't know? If I hadn't before, I most certainly would've after the looks he gave me in the hallway earlier in the day.

And there it was - the silent recognition. The silence that spoke volumes. I kept my arrogant and superior expression, while Blaine searched my features for any indication that I was just bluffing, that I wasn't a hundred percent sure that he was just as gay as me. But he didn't find one, because there was none.

He shifted in his seat and leaned closer to me, his harsh whisper whipping my face. "I don't know what you think you know, but you don't know anything about me."

"Maybe not," I replied, just as sourly, "but I know that you're gay. I honestly don't get how no one's figured it out yet, but I'm sure they will, because those kind of things don't stay silent, you know. And don't even try to deny it, I know you are. Gay, gay, gay."

I saw the terror in his face - without a doubt he thought that I was going to out him to the whole school. But I had no such plans in mind, and the fact that his mind wasn't wandering in the direction of my real plans played for my advantage. I still had the element of surprise on my side. How much that would help me in the end, I wasn't sure, but it couldn't hurt to have all the help I could get.

"Don't worry," I assured him. "There's only one bad person here, and it's not me."

Blaine made motion to talk back to me when Mr. Jenkins voice rang through the room once again.

"Also, maybe I should mention," Mr. Jenkins said, with a funny sort of smile on his face, "that you should probably shake hands with your partner if you haven't done so already. He or she is going to be your permanent lab partner for the rest of the year."

From my side, I heard Blaine gasp loudly. I must say, I was very surprised myself. To have one lab shared with Blaine was okay, but to have my whole grade depending on the cooperation with the guy I was about to screw over didn't serve me as good.

After deciding to talk to Mr. Jenkins after class, I turned back to Blaine, ready to bluff. "Well, you heard him. Let's make the best of this, shall we?"

Blaine stared at me in disbelief. "The hell I'm gonna be stuck with you all year!"

I leaned closer, and Blaine instinctively froze in his seat. My breath spilled over his lips, and his lips fell open without him even realizing. I grinned. "I'm sure we'll get along well eventually. We might even have... fun together."

The Adam's apple bobbed on Blaine's neck as he swallowed deeply. "No, thank you," he spat, and then seemed to decide something. "I don't know why you have gotten it into your head that I'm gay, but I'll tell you that we're gonna witness the world's apocalypse before I turn fairy."

"Well, lucky for you that's it's 2012 then. What is it…? Three months left now?"

Blaine clenched his teeth without responding, and made a point out of storming up from his seat and to Mr. Jenkins desk. I tuned their voices out as they started talking, and stared at the lab assignment in front of me. When Blaine and Mr. Jenkins both raised their voices, it was hard to ignore them. As I looked up, I saw that the whole classroom felt the same. Although, I only caught the last part of Blaine's sentence.

"-because I won't work with a fucking faggot!"

Mr. Jenkins was furious, the red and purple blush on his face a strong contrast to his white hair and mustache. He abruptly rose from his seat and adjusted the round glasses on his nose. "Mr. Anderson! I am going to get more coffee and afterward when I pass the principal's office, I want to see you in there!" Then he took his dirty white coffee mug and stormed off.

Blaine scoffed, and finally realized everyone was staring at him. "What?" He yelled at a couple of girls in the front, and then stormed out.

Grabbing Blaine's worn backpack from the back of his chair, I went after him. I caught him rather close to the door, indicating that Blaine had been walking slowly. "Blaine!" I called, and Blaine stopped in his tracks, his shoulders heaving with a sigh.

"What do you want, Hummel?"

He didn't sound mad anymore, only exasperated. "Your backpack," I said, and he took it from me with an appreciative nod. "Even if you get out of the principal's before class is over, there's no way Jenkins is gonna let you back in."

"Yeah. Thanks." Blaine finally met my eyes, and he looked very tired. Tired… and almost hurt. I would damn him for that face for weeks to come, because it always hunts my nightmares these days. I didn't know then, why he was looking hurt. If I had known, I probably would have backed away into classroom and forgotten about him and every single thought I'd had about him the last couple of years.

But he was looking hurt, and even though I detested - and almost hated - him, a part of me pitied him too. All I wanted to do was to look away from those soulful eyes. I wanted to remember why I was doing this. So, later regrettably, I decided to provoke him.

"Listen," I said. "What you did in there was completely unnecessary and immature. Just because you're in the closet doesn't mean you have to pick on me for having the courage you're lacking."

"You know, I wonder what it's like to be so damn conceited all the fucking time so that I think I know everything," Blaine said angrily. "Why don't you let me know some time, huh?"

"I'm not conceited," I shot back, trying to remain cool, "I'm being honest. And at least I can admit to myself that I like cock. Of course, you wouldn't know about that either way, would you, V?"

Blaine's eyes were wide as saucers as he shook his head incredulously. "You're unbelievable. Like we both don't know you're the virgin here. You know what? Fuck you."

I couldn't help but to smirk at that because, 1) What was up with him and being hypocritical? Seriously. And 2) Did he not realize how big of a trap he was rearranging for himself?

"I'm sure you would like to, and I don't blame you. I'm pretty hot."

Blaine scoffed. "And you say you're not conceited…" he murmured. "You're unbelievable."

He turned away, but I stopped him by grabbing his arm and spinning him back 180 degrees. Our faces were closer than before, our bodies were touching. Blaine was caught off guard once again (seriously, shouldn't he have learned by now that I'm full of surprises?) and was furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance. I didn't let a moment go to waste, and lunged forward and attacked his lips with mine. I moved my lips quickly and fiercely against his, and he didn't stop me when I bent his lips open and slipped my tongue into his mouth. If I was being honest, I had missed this terribly. Just kissing. It was one of the things I loved, even though I didn't particularly like who I was doing it with.

Blaine kissed me back, although with more tentative movements of his lips, exploring the underside of my tongue with his own. He was breathing hard through his nose when he was running out of air, but I didn't stop. I tasted the bitter tastes of cigarette smoke and coffee and wanted more, latched my hands on either of his cheeks and pulled him closer. Blaine moaned when my half hard cock rubbed against his thigh.

When we broke the kiss we were both panting hard. Blaine's lips were red and swollen, and it was obvious that he had been kissing. When I was about to pull away, Blaine held me tight and leaned in for another kiss. I stopped him, putting a strong hand on his leather-clad chest, so that his lips barely tickled mine before coming to a halt. He leaned back a little to be able to look me in the eye. Reality started rushing back to me, and even though Blaine was hot as hell all kiss-swollen lips and wanting more, I had to pull back. I couldn't give him what he wanted, it had to be on my terms. Otherwise this game could go down the drain.

I quirked an eyebrow at Blaine and then wiggled out of his arms. "You better go to the principal's office," I said quietly, "before this faggot turns you. Or at least, I suppose that's what you pretended to be afraid of when you yelled at the teacher?"

Without waiting for Blaine to respond, I walked away, back into the classroom. I didn't turn back to look at him, but I heard the rustling of the metal chains on his boots as he started walking too.

I didn't see Blaine for the rest of the day, not even by the lockers, so I could only assume that he was skipping. Or whatever it was he did whenever he mysteriously disappeared. Either way, I didn't see him again. I knew it was because of me, and a strange, unsettling feeling stayed in the pit of my stomach throughout the day. I had to tell myself, numerous times, that he deserved it, and that I was the only one who could make him pay. It almost helped, but I was still left wondering…

How could this end in a good way?