He's not entirely sure how this happened. He should be able to resist a kind beautiful boy. He's done it before. He's done it drunk and in Columbus. He might be a skank but he doesn't want to loose it the dingy men's room of a gay club. He still has some class; it's deep down and hard to find but still there. Enough that he won't fuck a guy in a public toilet anyway.

And yet there is something about that boy, in all his horrifically-gelled-hair glory that Kurt just wants to be near. Always. And that's terrifying. Because he's just shy of eighteen and the last proper 'crush' he had was on his moronic step-brother. Who he liked because he was nice, and deep down it was safe to like Finn; he never had to act on being gay, never stood a chance. 

And that was okay; it represented safety, they could call him a fag but as long as he was single he'd clung to the notion that it could be worse but he wouldn't have to find out how much. Of course he was sixteen and stupidly naive back then. 

Sometimes Kurt thinks he rather hates how cynical and jaded he can get.

A year or so ago, maybe, Kurt wouldn't think twice about having feelings a boy in button ups and bowties or polos. Clearly being one of the schools rebels doesn't alter his taste in men he has a chance with. Blaine's not exactly what he pictured his first crush that had a fifty-fifty chance of going somewhere to be like, he's a tiny bit smaller, a hell of a lot more gelled but kind of perfect. He doesn't even care about any imperfections. 

Which is odd because Kurt can be judgemental bitch. He owns that, it's part of his armour. It kept pretty much everyone except the jocks away. Now it keeps everyone away, but that's possibly due to the ink, metal, clothes and hair. Something even most of Glee club stay clear of. 

If people who claimed to have been some of his closest friends hardly dared to come near him and Q now then why did a new kid? Even before Kurt 'rescued' him from Karofsky he never seemed anything other than curious. Which made a nice change.

Quinn was not helping in his attempt to stop wanting more than friendship from him. He gave up trying to ignore wanting to jump Blaine every time he saw him based on how hot the younger boy was. It didn't seem logical but he can try not to act on it. 

Kurt should also not be fighting the urge to snoop around said boys bedroom while waiting for him to come back with some drinks and snacks. It's their first time meeting up for their project. He had to admit Blaine's room is simultaneously nothing like what he'd expected but one hundred percent Blaine. Maybe Kurt had been imagining an abundance of bowties and deck shoes. He hadn't pictured the vintage coat rack, or the random collection of trinkets dotted around the boys dark blue room. But it suited him perfectly...and his bed was unbelievably comfy. 

He was debating moving from his seated position to test if it was just as wonderful fully reclined but Blaine walked in. 

Kurt jumped almost guiltily, mentally smacking himself because he had no fucking reason to be jumpy, he went to open his mouth but paused at the look on Blaine's face. The ten thousand watt smile he was used to seeing, and couldn't decide if he loved or hated, was replaced by an almost blank look. He wasn't frowning but stared at the coke cans and food in his hands, as if he was confused about how it had got there.  

"Hey..."

Blaine shook his head a little, like he was clearing water from his ears. "We should, umm, get started on this thing shouldn't we?" 

Kurt frowned as he began to fuss with their snacks before moving onto his already organised school supplies at the foot of his bed. His hands were trembling, only noticeable because of how closely Kurt was watching. 

"Okay, no," He moved forward slightly and grabbed Blaine's hands. Amber eyes snapped up; wide and glassy.

"Blaine, what's wrong?" Kurt ducked his head down to keep looking in the other boys eyes. 

"Nothing, we just really need -" 

"Fuck the project, it's not even due for another two weeks remember? It can wait." 

"I'm fine I promise." 

"Bullshit." He squeezed the still shaky hands for emphasis, Blaine bit his lip so Kurt glanced around the room and changed tactics. "What do you need?"

That seemed to get the other boys attention more than 'are you okay?' but from Kurt's experience 'are you okay' is completely pointless and 'what's wrong' is far too easy to say ‘nothing’ to. 

"I don't know." 

"Okay," he tugged Blaine down to sit next to him, vaguely noticing he was still clutching both of Blaine's hands, "what the hell happened? You were fine when we got here..." 

"My, er, my parents are home." 

"And that's a bad thing becaaaaause......."

"Kurt it's fine, honest, I'm used to it." He blinked roughly, hands held by Kurt curling into fists. 

"It's clearly not fine-" he would have gone on but a woman who he assumed was Blaine's mother walked past the open door, did a small double take at Kurt's appearance but that wasn't what seemed to cause a look of mild disgust on her face which was already there from her eyes landing in their joint hands before traveling up them to see Kurt. 

Blaine tensed causing Kurt to shoot him a concerned look before it began to click into place. He got up, gave his mother a mockingly polite smile and shut the door the rest of the way. Blaine seemed to be barely holding himself together as Kurt went and knelt down at his feet, one hand tilting his face up to look at him. 

"What do you need?" 

Blaine didn't technically answer, he blinked back a few tears, looked away and shrugged. Looking back towards the door Kurt fiddled with his tongue bar, he could almost feel the...disapproval...through the thick wood. Standing, he took Blaine's hands again (he might just be starting to love the feel of them, just a tiny bit smaller than his own but a perfect fit) and pulled him up before going to his closest and throwing together several outfits. He completely ignored Blaine's confused look as he walked into the boys en suite and grabbed his shower bits and some pots from the sink, before grabbing his school bag too and chucking it to Blaine, "Get your shit for school tomorrow."

"What-why?"

"I told you you could come to me when something happened, I didn't just mean Karofsky Blaine, you can come to me whenever you need to." 

"I don't, I don't understand?"

"You clearly need to get away for a bit; we're going out." Kurt picked up a battered sports bag that had Dalton printed on the side in red to throw the things he'd piled on the bed into it. "So it's up to you, we can walk out the front door or," he threw a quick glance to Blaine's window, "We can climb out the window." 

Blaine looked like he wanted to argue but took one look at the closed door flicked his eyes to Kurt and the two bags in his hands and bit his lip. "Window." 

It was easier to climb down than Kurt thought it would be, certainly much easier than from his room where he has a drainpipe to shimmy down. Getting in has to be done through his front door. Blaine's house is almost perfect for teenage deviants sneaking in or out; a small  ledge (Blaine says it's part of the roof) as the lower level sticks out a few feet. They only have to lower themselves onto the tiles quietly, shuffle to the edge, drop the bags and either jump (Kurt) or shimmy down the nearest drainpipe (Blaine).

Once they're down Kurt leads the way to his Navigator, throws Blaine's stuff in the back and holds the passenger door open for the junior. Blaine seems like the type to appreciate gentlemanly gestures so Kurt figures it can only help him stay in Blaine's good books. 

They didn't talk again until Kurt had started the car and began the drive back towards Lima. "How comes you're at McKinley then? Don't think I didn't notice the fancy Dalton memorabilia." 

The question, while simple and perfectly innocent in Kurt's mind seemed to open flood gates to Blaine. "Supposedly it's because of the money. Tuition at Dalton is steep if you don't have a scholarship of some kind...I er, I transferred there middle of my freshman year." His hands that had finally stopped shaking as they snuck out started again. Only this time Kurt felt confident it was due to anger. 

"There was another boy at my old school who was out. He was a sophomore. So just after I came out we decided to go to the Sadie Hawkins dance together as friends because why shouldn't we? We had just as much right, we didn’t even fucking dance or touch or anything and, um, when we were waiting for his dad to pick us up, these three guys on the football team beat the living crap out of us."

Blaine turned his glassy amber eyes to Kurt before they each looked back to the road. "They came out of nowhere. I was in hospital for a while." 

He shrugged, "I transferred as soon as I got out. Parents found out I was gay and decided instead of commuting over an hour every day I should be shipped off to board there. Best thing they ever did for me." 

He was staring out of the passenger window with unseeing eyes, Kurt averted his out of some weird sense of privacy while he slowed the car, he was pretty sure as soon as they stopped Blaine would too. 

"McKinley is supposed to help me man up." Blaine's fists clenched again, "He never said those exact words but..."

"That was what he meant."

"Yeah," Blaine blinked roughly, "Like I'm somehow less of a man ‘cause I like boys. He told me it would be good for me to get out into real world again, you know, see what it's all like for 'people like you son' then he said I could get just as good an education here than somewhere he has to pay to ensure my safety." 

As the car rolled to a stop Blaine turned to face Kurt, golden hued eyes slightly damp, "When I woke up in the hospital, he asked if I’d had the sense knocked back into me." 

Kurt wasn't entirely sure what to say to that. There was a large part that wanted to drive back to Blaine's house and punch his father in the face but that didn't seem like what Blaine needed right now. "C'mon," he opened his door and climbed down. 

Blaine was staring with furrowed brows out the windscreen so he walked around open the passenger side, holding it open for the other boy. Once Blaine got out he turned to the skank, "You'll see." 

Kurt shut the door and moved to open the trunk, grabbing a battered old sport duffle he used to use for cheerleading and, however brief, football. He smirked when Blaine's triangle shaped eyebrows rose at the clinking from within. Grabbing his messenger bag he up ended his school supplies into the trunk and pulled out a six pack of beer to replace his books. Slamming the trunk door he turned to Blaine, quirked the brow with the silver bar bell, and began to walk into the derelict park towards the rusty climbing frame with missing monkey bars. 

He used to come here as a kid, tarmac still marks the places where swings, roundabouts and slides once stood, it was always slowly falling apart but for some reason it was never fixed up. A newer fancier playground was built a few blocks over instead despite the swing set and climbing frame that stubbornly refuse to be torn down no matter how broken or rust covered they are. 

Kurt makes a beeline to the climbing frame, chucking his bag up and hoisting himself onto the platform half way up, the one with a fireman's pole that used to be bright sunshine yellow but is now more metal than paint. Blaine's leant against it looking up at him. 

"I'm going to distract you."

"With beer."

"With cheap beer," he added with a sage nod; it felt like the right thing to do. He offered a hand down to Blaine, grabbed the forearm offered to him, and fuck were those nice arms, and hauled him up next to him. "Want one?" 

Blaine looked between him and the glass bottle that Kurt was opening using his lighter, muttering about Puck and his fucking bottle opener stealing ways, bastard. Blaine's hand shot out to take a bottle as if he wasn't sure what his arm was doing. Kurt smiled slightly and handed it to him, opened his own and clinked the bottlenecks together. 

"So how does drinking help me?" 

"Clearly you do not know any alcoholics my friend. Supposedly it can do wonders for your issues." 

He chuckled darkly but winked at the other boy, pleased that it still brought a blush to Blaine's cheeks.

"Just drink, you'll get what we're doing soon." 

Soon turned out to be when Kurt had finished his beer. He stood up on the platform, squinted at the horizon, drew his arm back and hurled the glass towards it. Blaine looked impressed at the distance he achieved. Kurt was too, if the self-satisfied smirk didn't give it away.

"Your turn." 

It took his second smashed bottle before Kurt knew that Blaine got it, his throw was harder, more anger filled. He couldn't hit his dad. Not without some serious repercussions. And he definitely couldn't hit his mom. But he could smash the shit out of some bottles in a deserted park with a boy with purple hair who he should probably avoid but didn't.

"How are we getting wherever we're going next?" They were walking to the car, close enough that their hands kept brushing. 

Kurt smiled across at him as they reached the car, opening the back seats to give Blaine his things, getting his own scattered books from the trunk as well as a steering wheel lock. Once it was fitted he shut and locked his baby, took Blaine's bag with clothes and other crap for tonight in, because he reckons he can do this gentleman shit. Maybe only for his Fabray girls and Blaine though. It seems to be working in his favour if Blaine's smile is anything to go by.  

"We're going to mine, my parents are gone for a long weekend somewhere." He added when Blaine bit his lip. Kurt idly wondered if he’d either ever stop wanting to do that for him, or if he ever would actually have the pleasure.

"You can't stay at yours okay? Not tonight, not while they're making you feel like shit. So we're going to mine, and we'll get the car in the morning - I don't live far - and go to school and we'll figure the rest out there." 

They were at his road now, he could see his empty drive, it wasn't too late, barely half past nine...Finn must be with Berry. Blaine was eerily quiet as they reached his front door, Kurt dumped the bags he was holding, re-locked the front door and started towards the kitchen. By the time Blaine sat at the island Kurt was making grilled cheese sandwiches, not the kind Finn makes with pre-sliced burger cheese but three different kinds and a salad. 

"We can eat this upstairs." He jerked his head to get Blaine to follow him; he still hadn't said a word since stepping in the house. Kurt handed him one of the plates, grabbing the two abandoned bags in the hall before trudging upstairs to his room. His room that he thankfully still keeps clean and tidy - he'd be mortified if he was like Finn and left his underwear and dirty socks lying around for all to see.  

He chucked the bags down by his desk and placed his down on top of it, Blaine's appearing soon after. 

He was about to start some small talk if only to get the shorter of the two talking again when said boy grabbed his arm, spun him around and hurled himself into his arms. Kurt started, not quite sure what to do with his arms at first, letting them hang uselessly for a moment before he wrapped them around Blaine's shoulders, only just resisting the urge to bury his nose in Blaine's gelled curls that now resided in the crook between his shoulder and neck. "Thank you." 

Kurt's not entirely sure what he's being thanked for so he just holds Blaine tighter to his chest and hums softly into his forehead.

 "Sometimes I hate them...They're never even there and when they are it's like they only either ignore me or make side little fucking comments about 'my life choices'." His hands ball up into the back of Kurt's top and he presses himself harder into Kurt's collar bone. 

"No offence but it sounds like you have really shitty parents." 

Blaine let out a sound half way between a laugh and a sob as he nodded vigorously against Kurt's neck; his heart broke a little bit at the dampness he could feel there. Pulling back slowly, hands on either side of Blaine's face making sure he could look into his watery eyes. 

"Okay, we're going eat, get ready for bed and then we're going to watch a shit load of comedies." 

"How funny are we talking here?" 

Kurt wandered over to his DVDs, "I'm feeling something like Scary Movie. Something you don't have to concentrate on much." 

Blaine smiled slightly and nodded. "Sounds good." 

They ended up watching the first Scary Movie and Get Him To The Greek before they heard Finn slam the front door, Kurt stood up to shut and lock (his step-brother has no concept of knocking) his bedroom door for some privacy. It was awkward enough changing into something 'appropriate' to sleep in that wasn't just his boxers while Blaine was in the room, he didn't need to add Finn to that mix. He settled on a tight top and cut-off sweatpants. Blaine was in pretty much the same except with full length pants and a tank. He had to admit he wasn't put out at all by the junior’s arms being on show.  

Turning back around he tried not to moan a little at the sight of Blaine reclined back against his pillows, his eyes trailed up Blaine's body without his express permission. He was extremely proud of himself for not blushing when he realised Blaine was watching him too, biting his full bottom lip again. 

This wasn't supposed to happen. Ever. Kurt wasn't supposed to meet someone he could feasibly be with until college, until New York in a shitty apartment with Q and maybe Puck. He wasn't supposed to notice the new kid, after that he was only meant to admire from afar. Not stand up for him, certainly not get to know or befriend him. He was supposed to get the hell out of dodge with Quinn and Puck, then maybe he'd find a boyfriend in a city where it was safer to be different. He was not supposed to start falling for Blaine Anderson.

So far almost everything Kurt has told himself to not do in regards to Blaine he's gone against so he's almost unsurprised by how his screaming mind makes no difference at all when it comes to the boy spread out on his bed. 

He crosses the room and climbs back into the bed, only tensing the tiniest bit it in surprise when Blaine's head drops sleepily onto his chest, body curling into his as he drapes his arm around him. 

Kurt can't even concentrate enough to see what film they've put in now; he's far too busy trying not to freak out about Blaine being pretty much wrapped around him. For all his changes in attitude and physicality (puberty is to thank as well) he's apparently still hopelessly romantic and will freak out mentally when the boy he likes is pretty much glued to his side. 

He's not sure what to do - does he leave his arm where it is? Pull Blaine in tighter? He knows he should relax but that is easier said than done. He settles for trying to slow his racing heartbeat, ignoring the fucking butterflies and slowly letting himself relax into the pillows and Blaine. 

It was working, he no longer felt like his heart was going to jump out of chest or that he might be sick due to all the fluttering in his stomach. At least that was until Blaine yawned and nuzzled down further. 

"I can get the mattress out for me and let you sleep if you want?" Kurt found himself whispering, not content to disturb the other teen. 

Blaine shook his head and gripped tighter, head tipping back to stare at him sleepily. "Stay, ish your be-bed." 

"I'm not making you sleep on the floor Anderson." 

Again Blaine shook his head golden eyes staring up into his own glasz ones. "Stay." 

Kurt's not sure what made him do it. He doubts he'll ever know what possessed him, if it was Blaine's eyes, sleepy pleading, his body crushed tight to Kurt's or a mixture of all three but he snapped. 

There is only so much tension the human mind can take before something happens to tip the balance. Kurt knows this, he's far too acquainted with the way things can end badly after the balance, delicate already, tips. But even that doesn't stop him from reaching across himself to stroke Blaine's face and hair lightly, cupping his cheek when the other boy hums happily. He smiles a little shyly up at the skank and Kurt's heart suddenly picks up double time. 

His thumb still tracing mindless patterns into Blaine's cheek, Kurt leans in slowly and places his lips onto Blaine's in a lazy kiss. Its tired nature does nothing to stop the fireworks he feels as Blaine's full lips, the ones he daydreams about licking and biting, move against his slowly.