Shoved against his own locker, Kurt Hummel looked towards the floor, attempting not to look his attacker directly in the eyes. “Please stop,” he said in a whisper, whimpering softly when he could feel Karofsky’s breath on his face- and he could smell it, too. Not the most pleasant fragrance in the world.
“What’s wrong, Hummel?” Dave sneered right into Kurt’s face angrily. He smiled suddenly, and his tone took on a taunting tone. “You scared?”
Kurt blushed and tried to get away, but was pushed back, easily, by his tormentor. Letting his fear fuel him, Kurt stretched his arms and shoved, knocking Dave off balance.
Dave cursed and gripped at the wall, keeping himself on his feet. Kurt didn’t waste any time, dashing through hallway towards his class. He heard Karofsky shouting his name, and he looked back once, still running, and tried to will his legs to move faster. He turned the corner-
And knocked right into someone.
They both fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs, Kurt getting hit in the face by a flailing hand. He grunted and rushed to get up when two hands strongly gripped his shoulders and pushed him up to the wall. Kurt whimpered as his head made contact with a dull thud.
Expecting Karofsky or one of his minions, Kurt opened one eye, trying to force back tears of pain and fear. The furious eyes he saw made him open his other eye. This was certainly not David, and oh. This boy was gorgeous, with brown, fire-filled eyes and an angular face framed by black, curly hair. Kurt could also slightly see a tongue ring, and he swallowed nervously. He tried to apologize, but was cut off.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” the person he ran into snarled in his face. Well, more like neck because he was also really short. Kurt almost laughed because he was now again in the same situation he just escaped, but now with someone much more terrifying.
“Sorry,” Kurt said as he was let go. “I’m sorry,” he said again, rubbing his sore head. “I was being chased-“ he paused and looked around, confused.
The boy raised an eyebrow at him. Kurt flinched as he heard David call his name again. Looking around the corner, Kurt could see David walking in his direction, now actually seeing him. Kurt looked at the black-haired boy, and he looked as well at the huge jock storming towards them.
“What’s your name?” he asked Kurt.
“K-Kurt,” he stuttered out, closing his eyes and waiting for it as Karofsky rounded the corner.
I’m going to kill you.
…But nothing came.
Kurt opened his eyes as he heard Dave say, “What are you doing?” the boy was slowly advancing towards him, slightly holding his arm out, but Kurt couldn’t see what he was doing with it. As he took a step forward, Dave stepped back, a horrified look in his eyes.
“Now,” the mystery man said, overly sweet. “I suggest you leave Kurt here alone.” Karofsky’s eyes darted to look at him and he slunk back, somehow trying to sink into the wall, out of sight. Now a reflection shined into his eyes and he squinted, finally seeing that the boy was actually holding something. A knife. Choking on his own breath, Kurt felt just as scared as Dave looked, but he kept his face neutral. After the boy lunged once, Karofsky was gone, running as fast as he could down the hallway.
“What-“ Kurt started, his knees weak, as he tried to keep some distance between them. “I mean th- thanks.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, slipping the small switchblade into his pocket. Shouldering his bag, he avoided Kurt’s eyes and lit a cigarette before stalking down the hallway.
“Wait! What’s your name?”
“Blaine,” he answered without turning around, blowing out a puff of smoke.
Kurt stood there for a moment, looking at the clock when the bell rang and people started to slowly flood out of classrooms around him.
He narrowed his eyes and thought, what the hell just happened?

In Chemistry class the next day, Kurt leaned back in his chair, not paying attention to the lesson, mostly because he knew what they were learning like the back of his hand. He let himself daydream; answering the question the teacher asked him without looking at them. Kurt snapped his head to the side as the chair next to him was suddenly inhabited. Sitting there was none other than Blaine, grinning at him darkly.
“Hey,” he said, putting his feet on the table, chuckling as Kurt stared. “What?” he asked, as if he was mocking Kurt. Leaning towards him, he added, “You want me to move?” The snide look on his face made Kurt’s stomach churn because either he was really turned on or really pissed off. He just assumed it was both.
“If you wouldn’t mind,” Kurt snapped back quietly.
“Actually, I would mind terribly, because then I would have to sit on the floor,” Blaine whispered, gesturing around the room with his hand. Kurt looked around and damn it. All of the other seats in the classroom were already taken. He huffed and crossed his legs.
Blaine raised an eyebrow, glancing down at his legs suggestively. When Kurt looked away, he scooted his chair closer towards him and hooked their arms together.
Silently chuckling, Blaine watched as Kurt tried to untangle his arm, a frustrated look on his face. “Problem, Hummel?”
Shocked, Kurt looked at him. “How’d you-“
“How did I know your last name?” Blaine finished for him, leaning his head on his hand. “It really wasn’t hard. It’s something called the yearbooks in the library. Nice freshman picture, by the way.” He leaned forward, smirking at him and added, “Totally hot.”
Kurt narrowed his eyes and scoffed, “Are you like a new student or something?”
“Well, well, looks like you missed the whole speech by the teacher just now,” he nodded his head to the front of the class. When Kurt didn’t respond, he just said, “Yeah, just transferred here yesterday.”
“Why?”
“It’s not important.”
Kurt sighed and looked towards the front of his class. When Blaine started playing with his fingers, he snatched his hand away and clutched them together on his lap. He could see Blaine roll his eyes, and then smirk.
It’s going to be a long year.
-
Walking out of the locker rooms, having to shower after being thrown into the garbage can again, Kurt started towards the glee club room. He was reaching into his bag when he felt an arm slither around his waist. He snapped his head up. “Hey babe,” Blaine said, smirking playfully, still holding them together.
Kurt looked at him angrily. Great, he’s like a sexual predator. He tried to wiggle out of Blaine’s tight grasp, but he had a firm grip, and Kurt gave up after a moment. “What do you want?” Kurt asked, starting to get annoyed when Blaine chuckled.
Leaning close, right into Kurt’s face, Blaine said “Well first off, I want that sweet ass of yours.” Kurt gasped. “Second,” he paused for a little bit, clicking his tongue ring against his teeth softly. Kurt tried not to focus too much on it, but it was a tongue ring. And he had always found piercings kind of hot, when they weren’t overdone. “No, that’s pretty much it,” Blaine finished off, and Kurt rolled his eyes.
Quickly, Kurt grabbed Blaine’s wrist and pulled his arm away, while spinning away from him. He dodged away when Blaine tried to grab him again. “What is your problem?” he nearly shrieked.
Blaine grinned darkly at him before running his pointer finger down his chest, slowly, letting out a laugh when Kurt shivered slightly at the contact. “My problem is you.” He grabbed onto Kurt’s tie, and pulled him until they were close, faces not even two inches from each other’s. Blaine stood up on his toes so he could reach Kurt’s ear. “You being so damn sexy is a huge problem for me,” he whispered, silently enjoying how Kurt practically melted when he spoke.
Kurt closed his eyes, and let himself feel Blaine’s breath against his ear and neck. He felt a hand starting to slide up the front of his leg, and they snapped open again right away. Realizing what he was actually doing, he pushed Blaine back gently, but also firm enough for Blaine to get the point. “You should try to see how to deal with that,” Kurt said, trying to keep his voice even and slightly taunting.
He left Blaine standing there, mouth slightly agape. He straightened his tie before stepping into the room, sparing one last glance. Blaine was gone. He chuckled, rolled his eyes, and decided to forget that ever happened.