Waiting for his ride home to arrive Kurt leaned against a tree, and then stepped away quickly, afraid he would get something on his clothes. He settled for leaning against the fence, which was slightly less dirty. He tried to avoid the sun that he knew would give him sunburn, staying in the shadow of the large tree next to him.
Finally it was the weekend; the end of the weirdest week of his life. He tilted his head up and breathed in deeply, feeling calmness surge throughout him, and he yawned.
When he heard someone clear their throat near him, he opened his eyes, only to close them again. He sighed. “What?” he asked as a slightly upset looking Blaine approached him.
After Blaine didn’t say anything for a moment, Kurt said “What?” again, this time even more annoyed.
“Well would you open your eyes and talk to me?” He heard Blaine say, and his temper flared. Blaine’s mouth twitched upward as Kurt stormed towards him.
“Why exactly should I talk to you Blaine?” he yelled out, throwing out his arms out in a “well?” gesture.
Blaine walked towards him quickly and grabbed him by the arms, pulling them together, chest to chest. “Because I’m here to apologize,” he said, and Kurt looked at him shocked. He paused, then said “I’m sorry, Kurt. I didn’t know about your mom, and I shouldn’t have said that.” It seemed like Blaine was having trouble saying these words, like apologizing was actually hurting him. Blaine’s hand was running up and down his back, and Kurt wanted to leave, but somehow Blaine had him trapped with his eyes.
“That doesn’t mean it was okay,” Kurt said, looking down towards the ground sadly.
“I know,” Blaine replied, and when Kurt looked at him, he could tell Blaine was actually looked sorry.
Kurt backed away. “You don’t respect personal boundaries, do you?” he questioned when he thought about all the times Blaine had been uncomfortably close to him.
Blaine smirked. “Nope, not really,” he said, clicking that damn tongue ring against his teeth again, still smiling. “So, we’re okay, right?”
“I guess,” Kurt said with a sigh.
“Good,” Blaine said, grabbing Kurt by the hand and pulling him.
“What, where are we going?” Kurt stuttered out as he was pretty much dragged down the sidewalk.
“I’ll give you a ride home,” Blaine said, turning to wink at Kurt.
Kurt pulled out his phone to look at the time. It was 3:10; his dad said he would pick him up at 3:20. “But I already have a ride home.” Kurt didn’t exactly want to get a ride from him. Blaine scared him. Not the kind of scared where he thinks Blaine will physically hurt him, but that he can emotionally unhinge him with a couple of words. That scared him more than anything else he could think of.
“Tell them not to come,” Blaine told him in a commanding voice, and Kurt swallowed. Deciding to do what Blaine told him, he texted his dad: Never mind, I don’t need a ride; a friend will drive me home.
After receiving a text back from his dad saying nothing but “okay,” he followed Blaine to the parking lot nervously while Blaine held his hand and kept him grounded.
He looked at Blaine incredulously. “No way,” he said softly. Blaine was walking towards a sleek black motorcycle, and sitting on it. “You’re messing with me right?” Kurt asked him, and Blaine raised an eyebrow in a silent question. “That is so clich�,” he said laughing.
“What do you mean?” Blaine asked.
“The bad boy of the school driving a motorcycle!” Kurt said, still chuckling.
“I suppose you’re right,” he said walking towards him. When Kurt was pulled to him, he gave a sharp gasp. “What else is clich� about bad boys?” he asked, whispering in Kurt’s ear. Blaine’s eyes were smoldering, making Kurt almost fall over. Kurt shivered and pulled away again.
“There is no way I’m riding that thing,” Kurt stated simply, folding his arms across his chest and avoiding the awkward situation Blaine had just put him in. He gasped as a helmet was thrown at him, and he barely caught it before it hit him in the gut. “What the hell, Blaine?” he exclaimed as Blaine straddled the bike.
“Come on,” he said smiling slightly to himself, and Kurt contemplated leaving and walking home, but that would leave him vulnerable to Karofsky and other bullies, so he unwillingly slipped the extra helmet on his head, wondering whose it was, and walked towards the bike. When he sat down behind Blaine, trying to keep distance between them, Blaine reached both arms behind him, grabbing his hips, and pulled him until Kurt was flush up against Blaine’s back. “You’ll fall off,” he muttered, sounding smug, and Kurt blushed as he realized that this was all part of a plan.
His blush darkened as Blaine took Kurt’s arms and hooked them around his waist. “Hold on babe,” he said before starting the motorcycle up and pulling out. Kurt clutched on for dear life, terrified, and pulled closer to Blaine. Against his chest, he could feel Blaine’s body shake with a chuckle as they moved way too quickly.
Kurt didn’t look up, he couldn’t look up. They flew down the street, going way past the speed limit. Soon, the bike stopped at a red light, and Kurt could finally look up. Blaine’s head was turned to grin at him. “Which way?” he asked and Kurt looked around before saying “left” and burying his face into Blaine’s back again.
When they finally reached Kurt’s house, he jumped off the bike as quickly as he could. Blaine stood up and got off as well. “I think- I left my stomach somewhere a couple streets back-“he said breathily before his knees wobbled and he started to fall.
Blaine caught him and said “Whoa there,” as he pulled him back up to stand.
“Sorry,” Kurt said softly as he shook a bit.
“Okay, okay, no more bike for you,” Blaine said, looking worried. “You okay?” he asked and Kurt smiled shakily.
Suddenly, Blaine looked at him directly in the eyes, and time stopped. Strong hands were holding him up as his knees almost buckled again, but not from the bike ride. Blaine slowly reached a hand up to cup his face, and he slightly leaned into the touch. Looking nervous, Blaine moved closer to him. Kurt watched and licked his lips.
“Kurt!” he heard from the doorway of his house, and he jumped back with a squeak. He looked to see his dad, arms crossed, face grim. Blaine still had his hands around his waist and he removed them quickly. When Blaine saw Burt, he backed away.
“See ya later babe,” Blaine muttered to him with a wink before straddling his bike and riding off down the street, leaving Kurt standing alone in the driveway with a red face.
He walked to the house, passing right by his dad without saying a word, trying to somehow avoid the inevitable conversation they were about to have.
“So, who was that?” Burt said, following behind Kurt and leaning against the kitchen counter. Kurt shrugged, trying to look indifferent.
“Oh, just a friend,” he said with a swallow, feeling a huge lump in his throat; his back to Burt. This can’t be happening.
“It sure didn’t look like just a friend,” Burt said, and Kurt looked at him. “Care to tell me the truth?” he asked Kurt, resting his chin on his hand. Kurt fiddled with the cap on the orange juice carton nervously.
With a sigh, he said, “His name is Blaine. He-“
“Do you like him?” Burt interrupted, and he looked up from the carton he had been staring at. Burt didn’t look angry, he mostly looked confused.
“Um,” Kurt thought about it for a moment. Did he like Blaine? He was dangerous, Kurt had to admit. When he was around Kurt, it was like he didn’t fully trust him; like he didn’t want to tell Kurt anything about him. But he was nice to Kurt when no one else was, and treated him like he was something other than garbage. As thoughts raced through his head, he found himself thinking about Blaine’s eyes, slightly trusting. He thought of how protective Blaine was of him, the way he would hurt anyone who did anything to him whatsoever.
“I- I- no,” Kurt said softly. “No, I don’t like him.” He couldn’t like Blaine; he was probably only using him to get into his pants. As he looked down at the floor, Burt studied him.
“You sure?” Burt asked him.
“Yeah,” Kurt said blinking quickly a couple of times. “I’m going upstairs,” he muttered before running up the stairs to his room, ignoring Burt calling his name. He slammed the door, and as soon as it closed, he collapsed onto his bed with a frustrated scream.
He lay there for a couple minutes, an hour, he didn’t know. When he finally made himself get up to change into his after-school clothes, he pulled out his laptop. Opening Facebook, he saw he had one notification. He clicked on it. Friend notification from Blaine Anderson was on his screen. He smiled and clicked confirm.