Chapter 5

Blaine paused, breathing deeply before finally gathering up the courage and knocking on Kurt’s front door. He had thankfully, before leaving his house, grabbed one of his mother’s scarves to cover up the hickeys adorning his neck. It took a few moments before Kurt opened the door. Blaine couldn’t help but stare at his neck that was covered in hickeys and teeth marks. A smile appeared on his lips as he brought his eyes to meet Kurt’s’.

“Hi.” Kurt blushed looking down, noticing the way Blaine had covered his neck with a scarf.

“H-hey.” Blaine stammered. “I’m here to pick Santana and Brittany up.”

“Oh right. Okay ya. I found them passed out beside the bed.” Kurt couldn’t help but think that maybe Blaine had come to see him. But no that was stupid. He had come to pick up his girlfriend of course. “Santana! Blaine’s here!” Kurt yelled turning away from Blaine.

Blaine felt relieved after learning that Brittany and Santana had passed out. Maybe they hadn’t seen anything after all. The boys soon fell into an awkward silence as they waited for the girls.

“Hey sexy.” Santana sauntered through the door, placing a chaste kiss on Blaine’s lips.

Kurt quickly broke his gaze from Blaine not wanting to see someone else kissing Blaine. He knew it would just be too much. A hand snaked around his waist making him jump before Brittany swung around to face him.

“Last night was fun. Thanks Kurt.” Brittany moved in and placed her lips on his.

Blaine couldn’t help but stare. Kurt had at first pulled back but Brittany was persistent forcing her tongue into his mouth. Kissing Brittany was not like kissing Blaine. Her lips weren’t as soft, her mouth wasn’t warm, her tongue was rough and her breath wasn’t sweet. Kurt who had kept his eyes open looked up and met Blaine’s hazel eyes. He held the gaze for a few seconds before closing his eyes and bringing his attention back to the girl that was sucking his face off.

Blaine hurt. He could feel the tears threatening to form in his eyes. God why did it fucking have to hurt so much!?

“Brittany were leaving.” Blaine hissed through his stiff jaw. He grabbed the girl by the wrist, much rougher than he intended to, pulling her off of Kurt.

“Jeez Blaine, relax.” Santana muttered to him.

“Bye Kurt!” Brittany called out giddily as Blaine pulled her to his parked car.

Kurt watched as Blaine walked away with Santana and Brittany in tow. He shut the door and finally let the tears fall. What was happening to him? He was falling apart because of a freaking boy. He wasn’t even supposed to like boys! Kurt whimpered, having no idea what to do with himself sinking down to the ground, leaning against the closed door.

“Mr. Hummel?” One of his maids gently shook Kurt’s shoulder, who looked up quickly wiping his eyes. “I don’t want to interrupt you but your father is going to be back in a few hours and we can’t clean unless your…um friends are looked after.”

“Sorry. Of course, I’ll make sure they all leave.” Kurt got up, brushing himself off. Suddenly a wave of pain and throbbing hit him. “Actually Sarah, can you get me some Tylenol?”

“Yes sir, no problem.” The maid smiled warmly before heading off to the kitchen to grab the medication. Ever since his father’s car shop became a major auto service company, he would see less and less of his son. Kurt practically lived alone. His only company was the 3 maids that his dad hired shortly after moving into the new house a few years ago. They all felt for him and therefore were more than willing to let him throw a party and clean it up without telling his father.

“Here you go.” Sarah handed Kurt, who had stayed standing in the entrance, the small pills.

“Thank you.” Kurt smiled gratefully before throwing his head back and swallowing the pills. He then slowly walked over to the living room.

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Kurt sighed as he stood in front of the last guest bedroom. After finally having cleared out the house of teenagers, Kurt had moved on to cleaning the guest bedrooms. He did not want the maids to find any used condoms. After having gone through every room he finally came to the room that he was dreading. He took a few steadying breaths, his hand resting on the doorknob before opening the door. He had already gone into the room this morning to check on Santana and Brittany but he hadn’t stayed for long.

He slowly went around the room breathing in deeply, faint odors of sweat, perfume, hair gel, but mostly Blaine filling his nose. Blaine. Images of him suddenly filled Kurt’s mind as he stared at the still wrinkled sheets and dried spots of cum on the bed. Kurt sat on the edge of the bed and began running his hands against the sheets. He shut his eyes moaning slightly thinking of Blaine’s hands tightly gripping his cock, his tongue running along his teeth. God he was already getting hard. He unzipped his hands and began stroking himself. Twisting his hand he ran his thumb over his slit, smearing his dick with pre-come. He felt himself approaching the edge and gave himself a few more hard strokes, which had him coming hard, panting Blaine’s name.  He stayed on the bed a few more minutes before cleaning himself up and throwing the sheets into the washer, before heading back to his room. After another quick shower and change of clothes he finally fell back into his bed at 3’oclock, tired, both emotionally and physically.

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Blaine had gotten back home at around 11:30am after having dropped Santana and Brittany off at their houses. He was tired and hung-over and walked into his house mumbling about how he was never going to drink again.

“Son where have been?” Mr. Anderson stepped out of the kitchen and walked the short distance to the entrance to greet his son who quickly readjusted his scarf, making sure that none of his hickeys were in sight by looking at the mirror beside the door.

Blaine shrugged, giving him a cold stare. He and his father didn’t get along well. Blaine knew that his dad was cheating on his mom but he didn’t know with whom, so he just had to wait for some solid proof other than a few late nights where he was suppose to be working and the perfume of another women on his body.

“Well Blaine, your mother has prepared brunch. Come and join us.” His father patted his shoulder, telling himself that his coldness was a result of teenage hormones, before making his way back to the kitchen.  Blaine reluctantly followed his father, where he was greeted by a succulent smell of bacon, eggs and toast as he stepped into the kitchen.

“Hi sweetheart.” His mother greeted him from behind the kitchen counter. “Would you like something to eat?” she gestured to the counter covered with plates of food.

“Sure, could I eat up in my room though? I have lots of homework to do.”

“No problem, go ahead.” His mother smiled sweetly.

After having grabbed a plate of food Blaine went over to his room. He was grateful that his mom had let him eat in his room for he was about to die with the killer headache he had at the moment and all the light coming in through the windows in the kitchen did not help.

He set his plate down on his bed, and then took off the uncomfortable scarf placing it onto his nightstand. He then went over to close the blinds of his windows. He sat back down onto his bed and begun eating realizing that he was in fact starving. After having finished his plate, he set it down onto the nightstand beside his bed.

He was doing his best not to think of Kurt, but it was becoming harder by the second. The fact that he was still wearing thesame clothes from last night did not help. The smell of Kurt was all over them and couldn’t help but take off his shirt and bury his face into it smelling Kurt. He inhaled deeply, losing himself in the scent, when a knock on his door shook him from his trance. Blaine quickly fumbled, grabbing his scarf and wrapping it around his neck before throwing his shirt back on just in time before his mom walked in.

“Hi baby, you done?” she asked gesturing to his plate.

“Ya, I’m done thanks mom.” He smiled standing to grab the plate and hand it to her. She pulled him into a hug before taking the plate from his hand.

“Perfect, I’ll go clean it. And you seem tired, I’d take a nap if I were you.” She smiled adoringly as she walked out of his room.

“And Blaine, take a shower you smell horrible!” His mother called leaning her head through his door before heading off.

Blaine’s face reddened hoping that she hadn’t been able to deduct what he had done last night from his smell. He shut his door before walking into his en-suite washroom. He undressed quickly, hissing as his jeans ran over a hand shaped bruised. Blaine couldn’t help but be surprised. He did not remember being that rough. Imagine if they had actually fucked. His ass would have been a mess.
 

Fuck no Blaine! He could not let himself think like this. What was wrong with him!? Smelling his shirt because of Kurt? Imagining being fucked because of Kurt? Practically crying because of Kurt? All this was because of him!

Thoughts like this kept going through Blaine’s head as he settled into his bed after the shower. Before closing his eyes he had made up his mind. He would do everything in his power to make sure that Kurt had one of the worst years of his life.