Blaine didn't know what to expect the next day when he returned to school, but it wasn't this.

"Hey," he grinned, leaning against the locker next to Kurt's. "How's it going?"

"What do you want?" Kurt asked, turning on his heel and starting to walk away.

Blaine caught his shoulder. 

"I just thought-"

"Well you thought wrong, I don't do romance, kid. I have sex, and then I wait for new prey," Kurt said, looking back over his shoulder.

Blaine dropped his hand. "Oh."

"But hey, it was good," Kurt smiled as he strode away.

Blaine watched him go before turning away and walking back to his locker, only to be met with an ice cold slushie in the face.

"Loser," Azimo said, laughing in Blaine's face as he wiped the syrup from his eyes.

As Blaine was about to open the boy's bathroom door to clean up, he heart a shout.

"HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

Blaine turned to see Kurt storming after Azimo and his gang, smoke practically billowing from his ears.

"What are you talking about fag?" Karofsky said, crossing his arms.

"I don't give a shit what you call me, but you leave that kid alone, you hear me?" he asked, shaking his finger in Azimo's face.

"Yeah, I hear ya'," he replied, smirking.  "I just don't take commands from queers."

Then Kurt tackled him.

* * * * *

"Sorry I got you into trouble," Blaine said, sticking his head under the bathroom sink.

"It's fine," Kurt shrugged, wincing as he pressed ice to his black eye.

They were in the bathroom, cleaning up from their incidents.  Blaine still didn't know what to think. Whether Kurt was defending him, or just the gay community, he wasn't sure. But he still likes being defended.

"He shouldn't have done that to you," Kurt said, turning to Blaine and setting down the ice pack.  "You didn't do anything wrong."

"It's not my first, won't be my last," Blaine said, splashing water on his face. "It's hard. But it's the price of being different around here. And I'd rather be out, proud, and covered with red dye then covering up who I really am."

Kurt hummed and turned back to the mirror.  There were a few moments of awkward silence before Kurt spoke up.

"Was it your first?"

"Slushie? No. Not even the first this week," Blaine said, chuckling sadly.

"No. I mean, yesterday. Was I your first?" Kurt turned to Blaine to watch his reaction.

"Oh," Blaine said, straightening up and playing with the cloth in his hands. "Yeah, but it's no big deal."

"God damnit," Kurt said, turning the other way and shoving his hands in his pockets.

"What?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well," Blaine stuttered over his words in shock. "I-I didn't think it mattered."

"Of course it matters, Blaine! A guy like you..."

"What do you mean a guy like me?"

"A GOOD GUY, Blaine." Kurt shouted, interuppting him.  "A guy who'll graduate high school, and go to college, and meet a nice guy, and settle down, and adopt little babies from Afganistan. You aren't the kind of guy who throws away his virginity."

"I didn't through it away, Kurt. I gave it to you," Blaine took a step and placed his hand on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt shrugged him off. "No you didn't, Blaine. I stole it."

Then he threw the door open and went running down the empty hall, leaving Blaine to watch the door swing in his place.

* * * * *

After that, Blaine didn't know what to do. So he walked home.  On the way, he thought. He thought about a lot of things, but mostly Kurt. Kurt's eyes, the whirlwind of colors twisting when he looked into Blaine's eyes. His smile, how he never showed his teeth, but still looked breathtaking. His hands, how they had felt running over his body.

Blaine shook his head. No thoughts of that night. Kurt thought it was a mistake, and Blaine was too upset to think about it.

* * * * *

Kurt didn't want to think about Blaine. He was just another playmate. But for some reason, he couldn't get him out of his head. 

As he lay in his bed, staring at the cieling, listening to Finn playing army video games in his bedroom next to his, he thought again of Blaine.

Blaine's eyes, how they lit up when he saw Kurt. How golden and warm they were. His smile, that big cheeky grin he flashed that made Kurt melt. His eyelashes, how they splayed over his cheeks when he looked down, casting shadows. The way he had looked when Kurt had told him to get lost.

No. Don't do this to yourself, Kurt.

But no matter how hard he tried, images and daydreams of Blaine danced around his head all night, keeping him awake.

* * * * *

The next day, after seeing Kurt five times, and never meeting his eyes, Blaine found himself tucked away in the corner of the stairwell, crying stupid tears over a boy during third period.

After ten minutes of mourning, Blaine heard someone walk past. He moved back farther, but the person had heard him, and was now leaning down to see who he was.

It was Kurt's brother, from the lot.

"Hey, little guy, you okay?" the boy asked.

"I'm not little, I'm seventeen," Blaine said, wiping his nose.

"Oh," the guy said. "That makes more sense. "I'm Finn."

"Blaine," he replied, shaking Finn's outstretched hand.

"I just moved here with my brother," Finn explained, sitting down beside Blaine.  He looked funny, all balled up awkwardly.

"I know, Kurt Hummel."

"Yeah. How well do you know Kurt."

More than enough.