Defyinglimits
June 9, 2012, 2:41 p.m.
The little things: Chapter 1
E - Words: 5,275 - Last Updated: Jun 09, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 1/? - Created: Jun 09, 2012 - Updated: Jun 09, 2012 139 0 0 0 0
“Nurse Hummel, you naughty boy” Kurt rolled his eyes at the doctor, bending over as he reached for the pen that was now lying on the floor after Sebastian Smythe had scared the wits out of him, in the process of making him drop the tool, retrieving the pen that he was previously using to fill out important forms for a patient. Sebastian was the doctor on Elizabeth children ward, making him very intolerable since he could misuse the power in his status to get anyone fired at any moment, guilty or not. Instead of biting back, Kurt sipped the Latte he had bought and went back to writing.
“What do you want Dr Smythe?” He sneered.
“You Hummel.’ He grabbed Kurt by the hips forcefully, pressing him into the table he was sat at, luckily they were in the staff room which meant there were no innocent eyes. In response, Kurt’s arms flailed knocking his Latte all over the papers and the table, growling as everything was ruined and he would have to fill them all out again. Unfortunately that didn’t wipe the meerkat smirk from Sebastian’s prestigious lips.
“Fuck.”
“Hmm, like it hummel?” He growled.
“You-I can’t believe. Why would you even-“ He was lost for words as he turned to face the Doctor, wondering what had possessed him to not even apologise for the mess he, Sebastian Smythe, had just created.
“Lost for words? I can change that” He wiggled his brows suggestively, giving the nurse the urge to hit him, right there and then.
“Oh please.”
“No need to beg, we’ll have plenty of that when I’m fuc-“ He stopped when he heard the door open, a cheery Rachel Berry standing like a hero. Kurt was relieved that Sebastian would finally be forced to leave, him not being able to stand the woman’s hard to bear presence.
“Kurtie!” She cried, running to his side protectively sending him back a bit. Sebastian in turn raised his brow, trying not to sneer at the woman. Yes, Rachel could be a pain, but right now she was saving her best=friends life from the perverted doctor. Kurt couldn’t help but send him a sassy smirk, saved for only the incredibly annoying.
“Hobbit, ever heard of knocking?”
“Ever heard of ‘keep your hands to yourself’ Sebastian.” She retorted, taking a step forward, that cheery smile still plastered on her beautiful lips. Sebastian was not impressed, his arms were crossed tightly across his body and his brow was furrowed. It wasn’t until he glanced at Kurt that he decided to wait to grace him with his company, and leave the staff room.
“Later Nurse Hummel.” He spoke seductively, whipping a hand through his hair and taking his leave, like a villain from a Disney movie. And Rachel was Kurt’s prince, and her was her…Princess I guess. Anyway. She turned to look at him with her ‘Kuurrrt tell me what just happened’ eyes. Though nothing had happened when they were alone in the room, it never stopped Rachel from interrogating him on the problem that was Doctor Sebastian Smythe.
“Kurt? What was that?”
“He grabbed my ass.”
“noooo, he touched my sweet virgin Kurt!” She teased, beginning to make herself a coffee.
“What did I say about mentioning the V word Rach.” He pleaded. And yes, Kurt was indeed a virgin, having a secluded life in Ohio then coming to New York just to live another secluded, unsocial life, due to the work schedule he held. Spending most of his free time working extra shifts or helping out in the cafeteria when others couldn’t work.
“I think it’s cute Kurtie, it makes you pure and much more desirable.” She tapped him lightly on the nose, a blush spreading to Kurt’s cheeks as she retreated and mixed two sugars into the cup.
“You’re not a virgin.” He mumbled.
“Duh, because your brother is hot.” Rachel spoke flirtatiously.
“Ew. I think you just broke a rule. Or something.”
“And what rule would that be Hummel?” She raised a brow.
“The one where he’s my Brother maybe?”
“Step Brother Kurtie. Besides you even think he’s hot.” She had a point, Kurt did have a slight infatuation with Finn in high school, but they weren’t classed as brothers back then. Just then Kurt’s pager then decided to interrupt their rather indulging conversation, telling him one of my patients needed some errands running. He was praying that something would’ve ended their rather embarrassing conversation.
“Rach. I gotta run, I’ll talk to you after my shift.” He placed a faint kiss on her cheek before heading for the Ward, where children were loudly smiling and playing. It was always nice for Kurt to see them so energetic and alive, even the worst ones. He stopped for moments to talk to some of them, they all seemed to favourite him the most on the Ward. Asking for him personally to read them stories and sing to them before bed time. Though he enjoyed being wanted and adored so much, to have someone to caring for him in his life.
Entering a room, a young girl named Hannah was sat in the bed, her eyes teary and a teddy bear cuddled into her chest. She had long brown hair and rosy cheeks. Her eyes lit up like stars when she saw Kurt, running out of the bed to show her affections with a longing hug. She held her arms out in a wanting way, wanting him to pick her. To which he did, lifting her up and facing eye to eye with her.
“Hey Hannah, have you been crying?” he cooed, rubbing a thumb over the few tears she had on her face, to which she laughed.
“Mommy and Daddy couldn’t come.” She mumbled into her teddy as he placed her back into bed, tucking her in so she could get nice and comfy before Kurt was ordered to do her errands.
“Sweetie, I’m sorry, but I’m sure they are really really busy.” He tried to smile, but her expression became heart breaking. Kurt couldn’t help but think if he were her parents he would be here in a heartbeat for sure, to make her feel better. She nodded and laid her head on the pillow, watching the nurse as he poured her a fresh glass of water.
“Kurt.”
“Yes sweetie?”
“Can you sing for me?” She requested quietly.
“Of course. What would you like me to sing?” He bent down so I was at her eye level, trying to listen to what she was mumbling about.
“Sing…Pink..” He chuckled, Pink had been one of his indulging favourites when he was younger. He began quietly, as not to disturb other patients.
“Made a wrong turn, once or twice, dug my wayyyy out blood and firebad decisions, that’s alright, welcome toooo my silly life.Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood, miss always it’s no good, it didn’t slow me down.Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated. But look I’m still around.Pretty Pretty Please, if you ever ever feel, like you’re less thanLess than perfect.Pretty Pretty please,if you ever ever feel. Like you’re nothingYou’re perfect to me.
You’re so mean, when you talk. About yourselffff you were wrong.Change the voices. In your head. Make them likeeeee you instead.So complicated, look how big you make itfilled with so much hatred, such a tired game.It’s enough, I’ve done all I can think of, chased down all my demonsbut look I’m still the same.
Ohh ohhhhPretty Pretty Please, if you ever ever feel, like you’re less thanLess than perfect.Pretty Pretty please,if you ever ever feel. Like you’re nothingYou’re perfect to me.”
Kurt finished the song and looked down at Hannah with soft eyes, she had a genuine smile of innocence on her face. Singing was truly the only thing that Kurt could do that would personally cheer up the kids, no one else could, not even the great star Rachel Berry could get the kids to ask her to sing. Standing up, he began to clean up some things around the room, picking up a few discarded cards and placing them neatly on her bedside table. Smiling at the small notes of ‘Get Wells’ and ‘We love you’.
“Your voice is like a Disney princess Kurt.” She giggled behind the teddy.
“Oh really? Then who has the prince’s voice Hannah?” He tickled her foot playfully for teasing him, she meant it in the nicest way possible though which Kurt was fond of.
“B-Blaine!” She squealed hysterically, calling out a name that he had never heard of before. Raising a brow he sat on the end of her bed, wondering who this mysterious Blaine could be.
“Blaine? Who’s Blaine Honey?”
“He’s new. He comes in every Friday to sing to us.”
“You’ve replaced me? I thought you liked my voice?” He pretended to cry behind his hands, a hurt expression on his face.
“I love your voice! But you never stay around on Fridays.” A smile graced her lips as she snuggled deeper into the pillow her head was laid on. Kurt pulled a few bangs from her face, feeling her temperature in doing so. She wasn’t too hot.
“I know, but I have a little puppy who gets lonely. Especially on Fridays.”
“Puppy?”
“He’s called Flake.” He announced proudly, showing her a picture of his eight week Labrador puppy. He wasn’t exactly Kurt’s own, Rachel and Finn insisted on a puppy at the apartment and luckily it was big enough for the four of them. Besides, He was good company when Kurt was feeling lonely and needed someone to watch musicals with. Who wouldn’t complain.
“Can you bring him here?” She requested, coughing slightly as Kurt adjusted her pillows, making sure her head was propped up enough so the coughing would stop in the night.
“Flake? Hmm.”
“Pwease?” She knew how to pull at my heart strings, I knew she would carry on if I didn’t give into her request.
“Okay. How about this, I’ll bring flake to the Friday sing along.” It was really the only time Kurt had off during the week, since he ran late shifts for most of it. But with Friday he had a short evening shift in which he could leave Flake with the kids and this Blaine person whilst he ran an assortment of jobs.
“Really?!” She cried, her eyes growing wider with excitement.
“Yes. Now, pick what you want from the cafeteria.” He chuckled.
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Rachel and Kurt were home finally, after crawling slowly through the heavy snow that had carpeted itself on the pavement. It was December and it almost always snowed, but never this bad. It was around four weeks until Christmas and they already had decorated the place, only needing a tree to complete the place. Kurt was sat going through his moisturising routine whilst Rachel affectionately rubbed a hand over Flake’s fur, receiving whimpering noises from the puppy.
“Soooo, You and Sebastian huh?”
“Rachel!” He groaned, wanting the conversation to end, immediately.
“What? He obviously has taken a liking to you.” She pouted playfully.
“You want me, to go out with a perverted man, who is probably full of all sorts of gross diseases?” He shivered at the thought of Sebastian’s disease ridden body even going anywhere near his own pure virginal one. But Rachel chuckled softly and shook her head.
“No, You can do way better than Dr Smythe.”
“You bet.” Kurt mumbled, starting stage two of moisturising. Just then Finn walked in, the smell of cold air covering him. Finn made his way to the couch, his wet clothes now soaking the expensive fabric as he sat, exhaling deeply and kicking off his hiking boots.
“Hey mister. Wet clothing off.” The younger male growled, knowing the damage was already done, but he wasn’t getting away with it that easily. No way, not if Kurt had a say in anything.
“Kuurrtt, I just got in.” He groaned throwing his jumper off and in the direction of Rachel and Flake, receiving a winning shriek from Rachel and a whimper from Flake. Kurt glared at his Brother, watching as Rachel stop up and walked over to her boyfriend, anger flowing out of her body. Finn was in for it now.
“Finn. That was cold!” A playful tone in her voice.
“Not as cold as this.” He was about to do what I would dread, he hugged her, getting her soaked as she screamed and wormed her way out of his grip, running vaguely to the direction of the bedroom.
“You two are so immature!” He yelled back with a grin, grabbing Flake and retreating to the couch, previously sitting on the floor. Hearing the giggles and sounds emitting from their room, he knew it was time Wicked and some earphones. Knowing that what was going on in that room wasn’t innocent enough for his pure virgin ears.
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Friday finally came along after a few more hard days of mopping up sick and cleaning beds, not to say that Doctor Smythe hadn’t tried to have his wicked way with Kurt. But every time he tried a co-worker or patient would need his assistance, and Kurt was sure he’d rather labour over patients than spend another second with the man. He was now on his way into work with Flake wrapped comfortably under his coat, knowing that the snow covered pavements would be painful to his young padded paws. Strangers looked at him in question, to why he had a lump beneath his coat but fortunately the looks weren’t as bad as the Ohio looks were.
“Good evening Nurse Hummel” The receptionist greeted as he placed the puppy on the tiled floor, his nose scrunching up at the new sensation. The woman smiled.
“What a cutie.” She ran a hand through his soft fur, receiving a happy whimper from the dog.
“Yeah, I thought he might cheer up the kids you know.” Kurt grinned.
“Well he’s certainly cheering me up.” The phone interrupted her laughter, picking up the call and waving on Kurt to leave with a smile, knowing it would be a while until she was off of the phone. Kurt waved to her, heading for the lift for the fifth floor where the children’s ward was located. Unfortunately, he hadn’t expected Flake to have a little accident on the way up, which delayed him since he made a detour to the bathroom to grab some tissues to clean the mess up with. He scolded the puppy when he was finished, rolling his azure eyes when Flake sent him an adorable look with those large hazel eyes which he couldn’t resist.
“Kurt, you’ve got a work load to fill tonight.” Another nurse-nurse Fran- greeted, a sympathetic look in her eyes.
“Again?” He exhaled.
“Yup, and I heard you’re staying on tonight.”
“Who told you that?” He spoke slyly.
“Hm. No one you know.” Fran giggled, noticing the puppy that was biting her shoe beneath her.
“I believe we haven’t met.” She knelt down poking Flake on the nose, forcing his teeth to retract from her article of clothing.
“Fran this is Flake, Flake this is Fran.”
“You are adorable Flakey.” She began, with a high pitched voice and a baby name, Kurt was not impressed by this at all. He playfully snatched the puppy into his arms and pouted.
“Don’t baby him! He has to grow up.”
“But Kurtie,”
“Have you been talking with Rachel.” He sneered at the pet name.
“Maybbeee.”
“I will kill that girl one day.”
“No, you will not, you can call me Franny if that would help? And Rachel Rachie?” The woman played as she picked up some supplies from the desk in front of her, consisting of a needle and some bandages.
“I’ll see you later…Franny.” Kurt heard her grimace, probably wishing she had never said a word about the name. It was now time for serious business, he had to head to the play room before starting the mountain of paper work he had heard about, so he could drop off the puppy that would probably distract him to no ends. He pulled out his mobile on the way to the room, deciding to give Rachel what she deserved before he forgot.
‘Hey Rachie Wachie-K’ She replied immediately.
‘I’m killing Fran on my next shift…-R’
‘I can tell you some good news. I haven’t seen sir Smythe this evening.-K’
‘Well if you do, tell sir Smythe I will get Finn to kick his weasel ass-R’
‘Will do Rachie, I’ll talk to you later honey-K’
He smiled, entering the room, feeling that warm vibe from the playful laughter that filled every corner, before shoving his phone into his back pocket. Greeting him was Vincent, one of the Doctors who observed the play room most days in the evenings. Kurt licked his lips nervously as the man stepped forward and embraced him with an arm around his coated shoulder.
“What a pleasure Kurt Hummel.” The man teased.
“Y-Yeah.” Kurt stumbled over his words, the feeling of the man’s arm coiled around his shoulders sending a wave of happiness through his mind. He had to admit, Vincent was attractive, really attractive, and he also had to admit that he liked Vincent a lot, though it was merely an infatuation that had with most good looking doctors. Ever since he transferred, Kurt couldn’t help but stare at every moment he could.
“And why do we have the pleasure of your company Kurt?” Vincent spoke softly, his grip falling from Kurt as he handed a child another toy to play with to keep them busy.
“Er, I’m helping with the entertainment after my shift” He shifted his eyes down to Flake.
“oh, well you really don’t have to Nurse Hummel. I mean we have Mr Anderson on station tonight.”
“No, I promised Hannah that she could meet Flake.” He blushed, really not knowing if he believed himself at all. Kurt shuffled on his feet knowing that his shift would began soon.
“Could you, you know…Look after him for a few hours?”
“Nurse Hummel, I have all-“
“I’ll take him.” A voice chirped from behind Kurt, he was sure it wasn’t Vincent, this man had a much softer voice. He turned around to be greeted by a wide smile, though the man was already kneeling on the floor and stroking the beast. Kurt’s nerves broke him again, the man was gorgeous, and his smile enticed Kurt to no ends.
“I don’t…How do I know I can trust you with my baby.” Kurt folded his arms, ignoring the fact that Vincent had left him again to tend to another weeping child. The man stopped and stared up with his honey golden orbs.
“You don’t.” The man stuck out his hand. “My name’s Blaine Anderson.” Kurt took the hand nervously, shaking it like his life depended on it.
“Kurt Hummel.” He managed, pulling his hand away and shoving them into his back pockets. ‘So this is Blaine.’ Kurt thought, his eyes roaming all over the man.
“Well, how about this then, we can pinkie swear that I won’t harm your baby.”
“Seriously? What are we, five?” Kurt rolled his eyes, keeping his hands in the depths of his pockets. He watched as the mysterious man held out his pinkie, waiting for Kurt to recuperate his actions. In the end he gave in, twisting his finger with Blaine’s. After they let go they were interrupted by Kurt’s pager, right now he disliked the thing. It was an urgent notification that he had a paper to fill in which was due in ten minutes.“Sorry, must dash, look after him.” Kurt made sure to send him a sincere glare before heading out of the door to do paper work. The thought of it made him yawn. He made a mental note to grab a bucket of coffee and a basket of muffins for himself before finishing the task at hand.
It was 6:35 when Kurt looked at his phone, having received a text from Finn telling him that he and Rachel had gone out for the night, which probably meant he would be home alone, but fortunately that’s why he had Flake. He ran his aching hand through his hair which had now deflated, luckily he decided to wash out his hair halfway through his shift making him feel a little more comfortable, he would just restyle it after the shift.
He took another sip from his coffee cup, licking his bitter tainted lips in concentration. He really hated these shifts, and they were just about to get a lot worse.
“Hey baby.” Sebastian smirked, taking a seat too close to for Kurt’s liking. He could play this man’s game, deciding not to notice him.
Sebastian’s smirk disappeared.
“That’s not nice Hummel.” He sneered.
“….” Kurt didn’t even bother to look up, taking a new sheet and filling it in, reading all the details. He knew Smythe couldn’t fire him if he didn’t do anything TO get fired in the first place.
“Nurse Hummel, if you don’t talk to me I’ll increase your work load. And you know I can do that baby.” He spoke softly beside Kurt’s ear making him shiver, he swore he would never let Sebastian affect him like he was doing right now, but his body was dismissing all of those previous thoughts. He felt Sebastian’s hand run down his spine, making him jump out of his seat in panic. His breath hitching slightly at the action, though he didn’t want it, he could feel his arousal begin to arise in the pit of his stomach, and he was in no way attracted to someone like Sebastian.
“Don’t touch me.” Kurt hissed, slapping away the doctor’s hand as he tried to feel his way around Kurt’s ribs.
“I think that’s my job to tell you what not to do, Nursey” Sebastian jabbed.
“P-Please.” He was now furiously blushing as he tried to hide the painfully obvious hard on he was having, just from having someone touching him in a sensual way. He didn’t want this with someone like Smythe.
Sebastian looked him over, seeing the younger co-worker shifting his legs and itching at his arms, too obvious. The man smirked once again, his game in play, he stepped forward and Kurt took one back. Which he disapproved of highly, trying to corner the vulnerable nurse.
“Listen, I-I have so much more work to do…Just leave me alone.” Kurt pleaded, feeling the wall hitting against his back hard, whimpering at the sensation. Sebastian frowned and shook his head, laughing in a menacing way.
“Hummel, let me make you feel good. And I promise, it will be amazing.” Kurt had to laugh at this, Sebastian was so big headed that he sometimes wondered how the man didn’t look at himself in every single reflection he passed.
“Sebastian…”
“I’ll take that as a yes?” Sebastian pushed himself flush against the other body, Kurt sinfully didn’t pull away at the new found friction. He was glad he wore his scrubs, the material made of a thin poly-cotton, making the friction that more intimate. But Kurt didn’t want this deep down, he would rather get himself off than let Sebastian have the satisfaction of seeing his pleasure face.
“God Hummel…Y-You’re already hard.” The taller man groaned, rutting hard against Kurt who shut his eyes tightly in response.
“I-I can’t…”
“Fuck-“ Sebastian groaned.
“P-Please…Please S-Sebastian…” The nurse moaned, mentally hitting himself for moaning that man’s name, the man he fondly despised. All he wanted to do was hide in the locker room for the rest of the night, hating himself for letting the man get this far with him.
“Begging for m-more Kurt?” That smirk was what sent Kurt to the right state of mind.
“Get off!” The nurse’s hand collided into the doctors chest, making him stumble backwards, panting erratically along with Kurt. Kurt couldn’t believe he had just pushed the man who tortured him most days away, he praised himself though, knowing it was the right choice.
“Playing…” He inhaled a breath “ Playing hard to get…” He smirked again, running a hand through his once perfect hair to provide he looked slightly professional after the charade with the nurse. Kurt couldn’t help but look at his feet, to ashamed to even stare at the doctor in front of him.
“I have to admit though Hummel. Out of the entire nurse’s I have fucked…” Kurt’s breath hitched at the words.“you, baby, are the sluttiest.” Sebastian practically spat the words at him, feeling his self-esteem shatter like glass. His doctor had just called him a slut, he hadn’t even had sex and he was already being labelled for putting himself around. And Sebastian would defiantly make sure that the rumour would spread like butter.
Sebastian left.
Kurt felt the tears threaten to fall in his eyes, he felt so ashamed he even let the man touch him, let alone get off on him. He didn’t feel like finishing the papers, he couldn’t, knowing he would most probably fill something in wrong and have to start again, Luckily his arousal had totally disappeared after being so humiliated by his elder. So he went to the locker room and changed, making his appearance relatively tidy for the kids on the ward, he didn’t want anyone to suspect that he had been crying so he plastered on his biggest smile. He wore tight skinny jeans, a red tight fit shirt and knee high biker boots, coiffing his hair perfectly before leaving for the play room.
Thoughts plagued his mind of Sebastian, he couldn’t do it anymore, he couldn’t work with him. Not knowing what he could do, how he could take advantage of him whenever he let his barriers down even for moments. He could feel the tear again, cussing at himself for even thinking about Sebastian again.
“Asshole…” Kurt hissed at a mental image of the man, doing that to him.
Before entering the room he took a few deep breathes, thinking of happy thoughts to make the tears leave. Unfortunately Kurt was an emotional train wreck who just so happened to think about anything and everything that upset him in the moment.
“I’m so stupid. Fuck.” He mumbled beneath his breathe, hitting his forehead against the wall hard, trying to get the mental images to fall out of his head.
“That language is not for little ears.” A voice spoke softly beside him.
“There aren’t any little ears around…” He mumbled biting his limp in attempt to stop his infernal whimpering.
“I’m not one for prying into a strangers business, but you let me look after your dog so…” Blaine trailed off, rubbing a hand nervously to the back of his neck. Kurt bit his lip harder, drawing a prick of blood on his pink lips, he was really trying to hold it all back, but he couldn’t. Sebastian had got to him, and he was bothered by that. He let it all come out, like it was a volcano bursting.
He was crying, floods of tears streaming angrily down his cheeks, staining them. He was crying in front of a stranger, but his emotions took over, just like his hormones had with Sebastian. Kurt’s forehead was still against the wall, but now his fists were beside each side of his head, angrily curling into fists. A hand gently ran across his back, his eyes widening and back instantly arching away from the touch. He knew it wasn’t Sebastian’s, but his mind was still in protective mode, where he subconsciously was still on the defence. Blaine immediately retreated, still his hand beside his body.
“S-Sorry…” Kurt mumbled between the tears that still fell at a rapid pace down his cheeks, trying to wipe them away as they fell harder.
“Hey, don’t apologise, you’re entitled to a break down every once in a while.” He smiled softly.
“T-Thanks”
“You can’t go in like this…C’mon.” Blaine looked to Kurt as he took went to sooth his back to which he let him this time. Blaine led them to the cafeteria which was practically empty apart from a few tables towards the back, full with sleepy looking employees. Kurt and Blaine sat near a large window, fortunately it was already dark and there was a beautiful landscape of the city and the lights, a Christmas star could be seen from in the centre, being it December and all.
Kurt ordered a Tea, having drunk coffee through his shift, and Blaine ordered himself a medium drip. Blaine insisted he pay since his was the most expensive and Kurt was the upset one there. He waited on their table, staring into the city obliviously, Blaine returning and taking his seat opposite Kurt. They sat for a few moments, staring outside in a comfortable silence, neither one of them taking their eyes away from the sight. That was until Blaine turned his gaze back to Kurt.
Kurt didn’t even notice until Blaine began to laugh quietly, childishly making faces at the other whilst he wasn’t looking.
“How can a child look after other children?” Kurt teased, eyes now gazing at his co-worker, Blaine stuck out his tongue.
“I know I’m a stranger, but you can talk to me you know. I’m a Samaritan.”
“Really? A Samaritan?” Kurt raised a brow.
“Metaphorically.”
“How can you metaphorically be a Samaritan?” Kurt chuckled.
“Shh, now, would you like to talk?” Blaine repeated, taking a sip of the coffee in his hand, before resting his head on a hand, waiting patiently for Kurt to begin. His eyes focusing on nothing but Kurt, making him feel slightly more comfortable in talking about the doctor who assaulted him.
“There’s this guy…And when I say that I don’t mean a romantic guy, I-I mean, a guy that who annoys the hell out of me.” Blaine nodded for Kurt to continue.
“He’s a bit of a pervert, known for his status in having sex with anything that moves and-Well he just gets to me sometimes you know…Like I want him to leave me alone for just one day…But he just keeps on pushing and pushing, like he loves to torture me…” Kurt mumbled for the most part, not wanting the agenda to be totally on Sebastian.,rb>
“Kurt…You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to.” Blaine assured him, his eyes sympathetic for a man he only knew for less than a day.
“N-No…I want to…” Kurt took a sip of his latte, licking his dry lips. “He is also known for his…Sexual perversion…And sometimes he takes it too far…I mean I can’t control myself especially because I’m a-“ He stopped himself, scared of what he was about to say out loud. He was about to admit he was a sexually frustrated virgin, which was never a great first impression.
“Wait. Did he…Did he hurt you Kurt?” He spoke in barely a whisper, his filter obviously off in his mind.
“W-What? N-no…He just…Tried to er…” A hot sweat flushed through his body, his once porcelain cheeks now beet as Blaine read him intently.
“I just…He took advantage of…my hormones…you know…” Kurt hoped that came out okay, not wanting to sound too virginal. He found his coffee cup rather interesting, staring at the creamy caramel liquid.
“Kurt. It’s alright you know.”
“What?” His eyes snapped up to meet honey ones.
“It’s okay if you’re a virgin.” Blaine spoke confidently.
“I-I’m…It’s weird…” Kurt admitted, burying his red face in his hands.
“No. He took advantage of that.” Blaine spoke through slightly gritted teeth.
“Well…I think I should have tried harder too, push him away.”
“Kurt.”
“Blaine.”
“I have a feeling you don’t want to continue this right now.” Blaine sighed, finishing off his coffee.
“Your feelings are correct then. Could we…Just go see the kids? I miss my baby.”
“Of course, I have a performance to give soon anyway.” The darker haired man brushed his curly bangs from his face, standing up and offering a hand to Kurt. He found it strange, how a man could offer his touch so easily. He and Blaine linked arms in comfort as they headed back up the stairs, sure they didn’t know each other properly but Blaine had listened to Kurt and didn’t judge him. Isn’t that what Blaine deserved? Kurt’s trust at least.