Summary: Kurt and Blaine's first kiss could have happened in so many different ways and at so many different times. #6: Just A Distraction.

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Kurt hears thunder.

He's not sure why it wakes him; it never has before. But, there's rain tapping against the window, it's coming down slowly while the night sky lights up with streaks of lightning weaving through the dark clouds.

Kurt rolls over and pulls his blanket over his shoulders and burrows himself into the warmth that they give and provide. But there's a moment, a quiet, very short moment, where Kurt feels completely and utterly alone. He remembers going to the GAP and helping Blaine serenade the boy he wants for a sweet valentine romance. He remembers waiting outside with Blaine until Jeremiah got off work. The older boy, who had the most ugliest and untreated hair Kurt had ever seen, had been impressed and had been quite taken with Blaine's advances. They agreed to a valentine date and Kurt swears and promises that once he got back to Dalton and his dorm room, he didn't begin to cry.

-BOFK-

Kurt had managed to avoid all contact with anything that had to involve one Blaine Anderson for what was left of this Valentine's Day. It was against his hearts will, but his mind told him that his crush on the dapper young man, that he had come to be friends with, would have to end. Kurt knew that he definitely did not want to get in the way of his friends happiness now that he had gotten it. Blaine had found someone and gotten his wish this Valentine's Day. He was now dating Jeremiah, the guy who he had set out to serenade, the guy who was not Kurt.

Evidently, Kurt figured it was better to swiftly extract himself from the equation as quickly as possible. Possibly starting with this horrid weekend, by turning off his phone on Friday and then driving back to Lima that very same night during dinnertime for a few hours; when Blaine conveniently had his first real date with Jeremiah. But, he doesn't. And hours later into the night Kurt just lays on his bed and listens to the rain pour down upon the roof.

Kurt has looked at his phone many times that night. It's 12am and he has nine missed calls and thirteen missed text messages, all of them from Blaine, all of them within the last two hours. He knows he should have just picked up his phone and answered it when Blaine called him six times after Kurt himself had not responded to Blaine's first text message of, " I'm back, can we talk?" He knew he should have, but he didn't. He didn't want to hear Blaine gush about his Valentine's Day with that ugly-haired still in the closet man.

It was 12:39am on a Saturday morning and the only thing Kurt wanted to do was forget. He knew a way he could and somehow Kurt figured this was fates perfect timing. He had not done this since his mother died nine years ago, but he knew it would help him in the long run. He threw his phone away from him and leaped out of his bed. He quickly put some shoes on his feet and grabbed his umbrella from his closet. He was going outside, to forget with the rain.

-BOFK-

Kurt never noticed anyone following him as he ran down the darkened halls of Dalton, down the staircases and out one of the side doors that lead to the woods behind the dorms. He never heard anyone calling after him everytime he stumbled over a tree root or when his feet sunk deep into the mud, but he felt it when he had been grabbed from behind. Arms encircled his waist tightly in effort to stop his movement from going further into the woods.

Kurt struggled against the hold that had him pressing hard into a firm, warm chest behind him.

" Kurt, stop fighting me. It's only me, Blaine." But those words only caused Kurt to struggle harder against the arms that held him close. " Dammit! Stop moving!" Blaine yelled, and just like that, Kurt ceased his struggles while Blaine quickly plucked the umbrella out of Kurt's hand, opened it and forced it back into Kurt's grip. Now having cover from the rain, Blaine forced Kurt to turn around on the spot to look at him.

" Kurt? Are you alright?" Blaine asked, but Kurt stayed silent and decided to make a point of something by thrusting the umbrella he was holding into his friends unsuspecting hands, leaving Kurt to back away and get drenched in the rain.

" Kurt? What are you doing?" Blaine spoke in an unusually flustered voice.

Standing there, still, underneath the falling rain, Kurt raised his eyes and looked straight at Blaine. His frustration at not being understood and his irritation at not being able to properly convey his feelings made his heart ache. But he was of course reluctant to reveal this, so he kept up his determined attitude.

Blaine was particularly confused by his friends' unexpected behavior. Although it was fine for him to get wet, he couldn't stand to see Kurt getting soaked to the bone. Especially when the countertenor was barely wearing much to begin with and...

And now suddenly Kurt had taken a few more steps back, away from Blaine and everytime Blaine stepped towards Kurt, the younger boy would take another step back.

" Kurt, what are you doing? Come back here." The older boy growled in frustration. Kurt was willingly exposing himself to the cold rain that was pouring down upon the both of them.

" No! I need to..." Kurt whispered softly, his sentence trailing off at the end.

" What? You need to what? Get sick, because that is what you are going to end up doing if you keep this up!"

Impatient with Kurt, who showed no sign of stopping his backwards movement, Blaine flung the umbrella out of his hand. It got caught up in the wind and as if entranced by it's slow-motion arc in the sky, Kurt watched it twirl and float away upon the breeze. Blaine took that opportunity to stride closer to him before pulling Kurt's rain-soaked body tightly into his embrace. Any resistance by this time was pointless.

" Blaine..."

" Kurt, tell me, what are you doing out here?" Blaine asked, mumbling the question into his friend's ear.

" Trying to forget about something... and... you're not helping." Kurt admitted softly in return.

" Want to tell me what you're trying to forget about and why you need to do it out here in the rain?"

For a while Blaine thought Kurt wasn't going to say anything and was about to suggest that they go back inside and get warmed up, but then he heard the soft angelic voice speak softly into neck. " It might sound horribly cliche, but it feels like the rain washes away everything, my erratic emotions, the rapid thoughts running through my mind, even the sounds around me turn into silence. It's like I can just think clearly about the thing that I feel like I should just forget. The thing that I should just give up on."

" And what was it that you wanted to forget tonight?" Blaine felt Kurt shake his head, reluctant to speak what it was. " Kurt, I need you to tell me so I can help."

" You can't help me forget if you're here." Kurt replied yanking himself out of Blaine grasp.

Blaine reached for Kurt again, but the younger boy slapped him away. " What? Kurt, I don't understand."

" It's you Blaine! I'm trying to forget about you!" Kurt shouted and Blaine jerked back in shock. " Or at least the part of me that is in love with you."

Kurt turned around quickly and ran for it, but he barely made it thirty feet before he was tackled to the muddy ground that had been beneath his feet only seconds ago and then covered with a heavier body than his own. With a burst of speed and strength unexpected, Kurt found himself being flipped onto his back and then straddled so he couldn't move. Kurt's blue eyes found Blaine's golden pair. Neither breaking each other's gaze as Blaine swooped down and claimed Kurt's lips with his own, hard. It was minutes before Blaine pulled back even an inch, but with a light tiny lick to Kurt's now swollen lips, he was asking to deepen what he had started.

Kurt raised his head from the filth he was laying in and met Blaine's lips halfway to continue, their eyes still not leaving each others. It wasn't long before they realized that they needed oxygen sooner rather than later and broke away from each other, panting.

" Blaine?"

" You don't get to tell me something like that and then run away." Blaine muttered, bending down closer so Kurt could feel his warm breath against his ear as he spoke. "You don't get to say you're in love with me and then proceed to run away and forget that you ever said anything."

Blaine weaved his fingers into Kurt's drenched and matted down hair before clenching it in his fist. Kurt gasped sharply at the sensation as the other boy kissed along his jaw before moving back to whisper something else into Kurt's ear. " You don't get to forget about me. You belong to me and if you haven't guessed it yet, Hummel. I'm in love with you as well."

" But, what about..."

" Just a distraction from me wanting you completely." Blaine promised firmly, placing his lips to Kurt's for the third time that night.