Kurt sort of sleepwalked through the rest of the school day. It was a bit of a relief to go and sing at Warblers practice that afternoon. That always helped order his mind and right today his mind had been a mess. He let it all go then, he let all of the anger and aggression flow through and out in song. Kurt kept up his persona at all times, but he loved to sing and he would kick anyone’s ass that had a problem with it. Lucky for him the Warblers were pretty much badass rock stars at Dalton so no one dared to look at him funny because of it. Almost all his friends were in the Warblers. It was like fame or something. Kurt knew that once he was out of Dalton he was going to keep singing no matter where he went or what he did. It was in his soul.

He hung out for a while after practice with Wes and David in the practice room and then he made his way to his dorm to pick up his shower caddy and pj’s and head off to the showers. It was getting kind of late and curfew was coming up soon, but Kurt preferred showering late. Sure one might think an all boy’s school communal shower might be the stuff of gay teen dreams but really it was usually just more awkward than he liked. He preferred the quiet to the crowd any day.

Of course his luck seemed to have run out because as he walked in he could hear at least one shower running. He sighed softly and slipped in to another stall. He hung his bag on the hook outside and turned on the water just letting the heat seep into his skin and wash away any residual tension. Kurt was done with this shitty day. He still couldn’t figure out why it had been so bad and he’d giving up trying anyway. Eventually he was just leaning back against the tiles under the spray of the shower. His thoughts grew fuzzy as his body grew warm. Kurt pulled out his loofah and began soaping up slowly just enjoying the sound of the water as it fell all around him.

Kurt hung the loofah up on the little hook while he rinsed, running his hands over his skin to be sure the soap was gone. His hands sort of took on a life of their own after that as his right slipped along his half hard dick. Yeah, he needed this. He gripped a little tight at the base and then his eyes closed as he pulled slowly forward. Kurt let out a little breath as he began to move faster. Soon his dick was literally throbbing and his breath was coming in short little puffs.

He fumbled around his mind for the proper image to tilt him over the edge because he wanted to cum so bad, he needed to cum. Hands on his body, red lips around his dick, the last guys perfectly round ass, none of it stuck though. Kurt let out a frustrated gasp when the image that did seem to want to stick was one of large hazel eyes with flecks of caramely gold. Fucking Blaine Anderson and his perfect face. Or whatever. Kurt was close now and being angry, even if he was only angry at himself, just got him that much closer as he jerked off under the shower spray. His hand gripped even tighter as his hips thrust forward erratically. “Unng” he huffed as he came hard over his hand.

Kurt sagged against the wall for a minute before grabbing the shampoo and attempting to wash what he’d just done, or rather the image he’d done it to, right out of his system. When he was satisfied that he was as clean as he was going to get he turned off the water and reached over the top of the stall for his towel. He scrubbed himself all over, maybe a bit too vigorously, and then wrapped it securely around his waist. Then he stepped out and came almost face to face…rather his face to the others back, with Blaine Anderson.

At first Kurt’s plan was just to ignore him. He went stiffly to the sink and pulled out his toothbrush , but he could feel his cheeks warming and that was something that never happened to him. Yep, there in the mirror. They were so red.

Blaine was glad for the end of the day of classes. He’d heard about a singing group that met after classes were over, but Kurt Hummel had been on his mind, and all he wanted to do was hide in his room until it was safe to come out. He decided that the appropriate time was when he needed to shower, about an hour before curfew. That way, the water would be hot and there would be nobody else in the showers, which meant Blaine could shower and leave without fear of an interaction with anyone else, especially not Kurt. He wasn’t sure what wing of the dormitories he lived in, But as he jogged to the shower, Blaine made sure to move quickly, just in case.

When he was in the shower, Blaine washed his hair and let the suds run down his back, feeling curls spring free from the gel’s hold on it. He ran conditioner through them, and then washed his body, trying to rid the feeling of being afraid to go to classes from his mind. He kicked at the water pooling around his feet in the shower and felt his face grow hot. It wasn’t fair that Kurt was so mean to him. “What do I do, mom?” he whispered, and then the tears fell hot from his eyes. They blended with the shower water, and Blaine made sure that he was quiet, giving himself time to break down after a terrible first day, and time to put himself together in time for tomorrow.

Finally, the tears stopped, and Blaine rinsed the conditioner out of his hair and washed his body one last time for good measure. Then, he shut off the water and shook his head, sending water spraying from his curls. He heard the water running in another shower stall as he grabbed his towel. This would be his first experience dealing with someone else in a public shower. The water stopped, and Blaine pulled open his shower curtain and made his way over to the sink. He didn’t look behind him; he knew enough that common sense told him trying to make conversation with someone else in a bathroom could only lead to awkward situations.

Blaine pulled out his toothbrush and brushed his teeth, humming a soft song to himself. When he was done, he rinsed, spit, and then started rearranging his stuff into his shower caddy. Then, he picked up his pajamas, a pair of sweats cut off into shorts and an over-sized tee shirt, and turned around to go into the bathroom. But that was when he saw him, Kurt. His first instinct was to run and leave the bathroom as quickly as he possibly could, but his mind wasn’t keeping up with him. He was frozen, clutching his shirt in one hand and pants in the other with a blank expression painted on his face somewhere between shock and terror.

“Sorry, I’ll just—” But the words stopped coming. He remembered Kurt telling him earlier not to look at him, not to talk to him. So what now, then?

Kurt silently got to work scrubbing each and every tooth, then his tongue before he dabbed on night creme and eye moisturizer, and before he knew it he needed to be gathering up his stuff and heading out, screw changing he could do that in his room. He didn’t want to see Blaine for one second longer than was necessary. Seriously, he couldn’t escape him anywhere. It irked him. Deep down inside.

He was tucking things away when he realized that he was literally letting this kid chase him out of the bathroom. Kurt didn’t run, ever. He faced everything head on and forced everyone in his path into some form of submission. He stopped packing his bag in haste and was about to pick up his pj’s when that stupid kid had to go and open his big mouth again.

Kurt turned to face him. They were maybe six feet apart. Kurt didn’t make any real decisions but before he knew it he was stepping toward Blaine, closing the space between them. “Really?” He said and his eyebrows perked. He was standing too close to Blaine, he had meant to ignore him and this would be the opposite of that, but Blaine had gone and shit on his rules and Kurt couldn’t just let him walk out after that. He needed to make damn sure this kid knew his place. Kurt stepped closer. Right up to Blaine and then he shoved him. Once was probably enough, Blaine stumbled, but Kurt followed him and repeated the action, shoving him back until Blaine’s back hit the wall.

He could have walked out then but instead he stepped right back into Blaine’s personal space and got down on eye level with him like he had earlier in the day. “You just don’t learn do you?” Kurt whispered. He hadn’t meant to whisper at all so his voice sounded strange to him. He was eye to eye now with Blaine and the boy’s beating heart was just below his hand. Kurt could feel his own breath hitch as he just stood there like that, so close to Blaine’s face that his features took up all of Kurt’s vision.

Kurt was going to say more, there were many fantastically cruel sentences slipping through his head but his mouth couldn’t seem to work. He tried blinking and swallowing but nothing changed. He couldn’t move. Kurt realized that he as practically pressed up against Blaine and he wasn’t sure when that had happened or why he couldn’t just move. Worse still was how he couldn’t stop staring at Blaine’s perfectly red lips so close to his own. What the fuck was going on? Kurt finally managed to pull off Blaine. Without another word or another glance toward the boy he grabbed his things and left the bathroom still wrapped in his towel.

The moment he opened his mouth, Blaine knew that he was in for trouble. He tried to shrink back as Kurt pushed him, but failed, merely stumbling backward and only just keeping himself from slipping. He tried to put his hands up, but was pushed again, and a third time, and then a fourth until he felt his shoulder blades slam into the wall. He winced and closed his eyes, his entire body trembling as his mind imagined the worst that could happen to him. All he was saying was that he was volunteering to leave the bathroom, to give it to Kurt, but to do that, he’d had to speak.

Blaine opened his eyes, surprised to find Kurt staring at him, and he was impossible close again. Involuntarily, his tongue darted between his lips, trying to prompt his brain into having something to say. But the words didn’t come. Blaine guessed that he really didn’t learn, because even when his back was against the wall and he was sure that Kurt’s fist was moments away from tugging his hair or punching him, Blaine was thinking of a way to talk himself out of the situation. Words usually worked. They always worked. Except now, apparently. He focused and took a short breath in and held it. Kurt still wasn’t hitting him, was still just staring at him. His eyes were blue, almost green in the light, and his pupils were dilated like he was looking at Blaine like something to eat. The hand that covered his heart would have felt the way that it was pounding in his chest, fear and confusion and something else that Blaine couldn’t quite put his finger on forcing his heart to pump harder and faster.

Briefly, the thought crossed his mind. He still hasn’t hit me. Maybe he won’t hit you. Blaine caught Kurt’s eyes, and they weren’t staring straight back into his. If Blaine wasn’t so sure he wasn’t, he would have sworn Kurt was looking at his…at his mouth. Maybe he’ll kiss you. The thought disappeared as soon as he’d thought it, but it was too late, he’d already had it. His eyed widened and he tried to sink into the wall. There was no way Blaine was going to let his first kiss be like this, not a chance.

And then he was gone. He was there, invading all of Blaine’s space, and then in the next second, Kurt was out of the bathroom. Blaine stayed stock still for a few minutes, still pressed up against the wall, waiting for him to come back in, to finish what he’d started and beat him senseless. But five minutes later when he wasn’t back, Blaine, shaking, pulled on his pajamas, grabbed his stuff, and sprinted back to his room. His roommate was already asleep, so Blaine got into bed as quietly as he could, turned on his bedside lamp, and started reading his biology textbook. He couldn’t focus, though, his mind returning to the bathroom, to when he swore that Kurt was not looking at his mouth because why would he do that? But why hadn’t he hit him? Nothing had happened. Nothing.
He fell asleep on his textbook, thinking about whether or not he was crazy for wondering what would happen, what he would do, if Kurt had kissed him.