Kurt Hummel was absolute perfection.

At least, Blaine believed on high authority that he was.

The older boy was the walking epitome of grace, elegance and poise. Blaine couldnt stop from openly staring when said beauty strutted down the halls the next day, as he leaned against the lockers casually. He took in the white painted on skinny jeans that made those long legs go for miles, black ankle boots, tight dark purple button down, sleeves rolled to his elbows, showing his fantastic forearms and making those spectacular biceps pop, and stylish scarf draped around his neck. Blaine growled lowly when seeing the scarf, only imaging what it could be used to hide later on.

Kurt walked with swagger, the fault in his step only obvious to Blaine, given the extent he was examining the boy. He frowned as he looked closer, noticing other troubling signs: Kurts eyes were wary, flickering out anxiously. Locker slams caused his lips to twitch; the knuckles clutching his satchel were white to the bone, disturbing given the already fair complexion of the taller boy.

Blaine felt his stomach drop. Bullies. Kurt was worried about being attacked again. He put on a confident act, no doubt a show of his true personality, but doubling as a cover up for the fear that was most likely racing through his veins.

Blaine was surprisingly pleased, however, to find all those signs vanish as Kurt noticed and took him in, pausing in his walk. His gaze dropped to Blaines polished motorcycle boots, trailing up his dark wash jeans slowly, pausing at his midsection with a smirk before mapping out his physique through his tight, dark red T-shirt. Their gazes met, eyes dark with desire and want. Blaine clutched his well-loved leather jacket in his hand tighter, wishing he had it on so he could take it off, watch Kurts eyes follow the movement of his muscles as they flex under the actions.

God, the boy was something else. Blaine knew he was in serious danger of falling, and landing smack dab on his lovely face as well, and he tried to get himself to understand that. But he found he didnt care. Didnt care, but was worried. Yes, he could protect those he cared about, but there was only one of him; anyone he tried to get close to got hurt. Look what happened freshman year...

Kurt, very slowly and deliberately, pokes a dusty pink tongue out between his rosy lips and runs it smoothly over the plump curve of his bottom lip. Blaine chokes back a groan as his cock twitches in excitement. That fucking tease.

He smirks back cockily. Two can play at this game. Biting on his own bottom lip suggestively, his free hand runs through his curls before it drops down to graze his chest. Kurts blue orbs are locked on his hand, their color darkening as the path continues south. He swallows thickly as Blaine rests over his growing bulge, thrusting into his fist slightly. Kurt looks up quickly, the shock exploded on his face. Blaine winks.

God, why does he have to be so far away? Why does he have to look so unbelievably irresistible? Why does he have to be so, so... so Kurt? Why does he have to be Blaines type, and some, and why cant he stop this inner monologue?

Kurts smiling now, a cute, adorably shy smile. He looks so innocent, so much like a precious porcelain doll. A wave of protectiveness washes over Blaine, making him gasp at the intensity. One smile. Thats all it took.

Thats also all the time it took for Blaine to miss the jocks coming up behind Kurt.

They showed up out of no-where. One second Kurt was there, looking breathtaking, even in the shitty school lighting, and next he was dragged into the boys bathroom a foot from where he was standing, his squeal muffled by the meaty hands.

Blaine blinked at the spot for a moment before he snapped out of it, fury taking over his features at an alarming pace. He stormed to the bathroom, unconcerned about the students he shoved aside in his haste, punching the weak door. It flew open with a bang, crashing into the wall and bouncing back before halting at Blaines outstretched palm. The occupants of the room looked up startled, freezing in their actions.

Kurt was in a headlock by Azimio, oblivious to the interruption and still struggling to break free. Other jocks had his satchel, holding items they took from it. Karofsky held a stall open, his face showing his intent on giving the fairy a swirly, since fairies cant work right if their wings are wet. Same thing he said to Blaine when he tried it on him, too.

Blaine saw red. His jaw clenched painfully, and he threw his jacket to the side to crack his knuckles and neck, the echoing snaps causing a few boys to cringe inwards on themselves.

"Release him. Now." He growled out, voice low and deeply threatening.

Karofsky scoffed, appearing unfazed. "Whats the matter, Anderson? Dont like us hanging out with your butt-buddy? We-"

Blaine didnt let him finish that sentence as he side smacked the nearest stall, sending a boom through the room as the cheap material shook and rattled.

"I. Said. NOW."

Karofsky looked at the options, guessing that though they had numbers, the place was small and offered a lot of surface for Blaine to shove them in. Hed probably find a way to dodge and make them hit each other instead as well. Karofsky frowned, nodding to Azimio to release Kurt.

The black man nodded and shoved Kurt to the floor, where he gave a cry of pain as his head smacked against the filthy tiles. Blaines eyes flashed with fury at the sound, his heart weeping at how much it affected him. Without a second thought he grabbed his jacket, throwing it on as he snatched Kurts satchel and items from the jocks, shoving them towards the door, unconcerned that he threw off their balance and they stumbled, some falling to their faces. Shouldering Azimio aside, he crouched next to Kurt, who was holding his palm to his head gingerly, his breathing shaky with fear and confusion.

Blaine placed the items down, gently grasping the boys wrist. Startled, Kurt glanced up quickly, only to be met with Blaines smoldering honey-brown eyes, melting with concern and anger. Blaine gently lifted his hand away from his head, placing his own on the area. He winced silently when he felt the beginning of the bump forming.

Karofsky made a disgusted sound, grabbing his teammates and forcing them out, telling them theyd have to wait for another time. Kurts iPod was still playing from earlier, notes of "Love Like Woe" by The Ready Set drifting out the tiny headphones poking out his satchel. Blaine chuckled at the part he happened to stumble upon.

Feel like it dont make sense,

Im thinking baby you and I are, undeniable.

But Im finding out loves, unreliable.

Im giving all I got to make you stay,

Or am I just a roadblock in your way?

Cause youre a pretty little windstorm,

Out on the boulevard.

Something like a sunset,

Oh, youre a shooting star.

And I might drive myself insane,

If those lips arent speaking my name.

Blaine took in Kurts expression, embarrassment and humiliation attempting to hide behind his fiery red cheeks, which grew brighter at the song. The song continued on, but Blaine was only half listening. He helped Kurt up off the floor, taking in how adamantly he was adverting his gaze.

To counter this addiction,

You got me on a mission.

Tell me darling, can I get a break somehow?

"You didnt have to help me," Kurt finally spoke, crossing his arms defensively. "I could have handled it."

Now Im hung up in suspense,

Because youre bringing me in,

And then youre kicking me out again.

Blaine raised an eyebrow in question, but remained silent. The song continued on, its faint voice the only sound in the tense silence. Kurt was fumbling with his stuff, putting it all away when Blaine reached out a took it. Kurts eyes stayed down.

We, only have one life.

The timing and the moment, all seem so right.

So, would you say youre mine?

Any other time, Blaine would have laughed at the timing of the lyrics, but Kurt had chosen that moment to lock eyes with him. Blaine gasped quietly as the intensity behind the glasz eyes gripped him, catching his breath in his throat. He swallowed thickly, trying to dislodge the lump it formed, to not avail.

Well be just fine.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the warning bell rang, breaking the trance they were in.

Blushing, Kurt took his satchel from Blaines hands, mumbling a thank you before rushing out the room. Blaine twirled on his heels, catching a flicker of his scarf before the boy disappeared out the door. The click sounded deafening through the blood rushing through his head. He leaned against the sink, running his hands through his hair and leaving them on top of his head, breathing out a sigh of disappointment. He stared at his reflection in the cracked surface of the mirror.

Kurt Hummel was going to be the death of him. And the football team, if Blaine got his hands on them.

-----

The next time they saw each other was second period AP French. Kurt glanced around the room nervously, seeing Azimio glaring daggers at him from across the room. Keeping his head high, Kurt traveled to a seat in the back corner, avoiding the jocks eyes he knew were following his every move. He really wasnt used to this. He had his fill of bullying in middle school, but three years in Dalton had him relaxed and forgetting what the constant fear had felt like. He didnt like the reminder.

He looked up as he sensed a presence next to him, shocked at who it was. Blaine looked at him suspiciously, nodding his head in the jocks direction with an eyebrow raised in question. Kurt shook his head quickly, and Blaines expression held a hint of relief before turning to glare a warning. Azimio flipped the bird, and Blaine rolled his eyes.

The teacher spoke up, gaining their attention briefly. "Bonjour, la classe! Je vais Affectation des partenaires pour discuter de vos missions de la nuit dernière avec. Monsieur Hummel, tu seras avec Azimio. Mademoiselle Allen, tu seras avec ..." ("Good morning, class! Ill be assigning partners to discuss your assignments from last night with. Mister Hummel, youll be with Azimio. Miss Allen, you shall be with...")

Kurt felt the blood be sucked from his face. Blaine directed a wary glance towards him, then got up from his desk slowly, and Kurt threw him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Blaine nodded, though he looked unconvinced.

Kurt allowed his embarrassment from earlier to flicker through his brain for a moment before he felt a darker presence take the seat next to him. Inhaling through his nose deeply, he exhaled his fear and turned to face the jock, his bitch please look in full swing. His raised a delicate eyebrow, prompting the boy to go first.

The jock scoffed. "You seriously think I did the homework? Cant understand a word of this faggy language."

Kurt rolled his eyes to the ceiling, silently praying to the non-existent god for the strength not to throttle the boy. "Je ne suis pas surpris. Comment vous lavez fait à lAdvanced Placement avec votre intellect dun rocher, cependant, restera un mystère ..." ("Im not surprised. How you made it to Advanced Placement with your intellect of a rock, however, will remain a mystery...")

Azimio growled, his fist thumping the desk. "What you say to me, fairy? Better not be bad, or youre going to be in a world of hurt."

Kurt shook his head in amusement. "Vous nêtes rien. Je vous laisse ici, devenir quelquun, alors que vous êtes coincé ici dans sucky Lima. Un jour, vous serez mendicité pour moi de vous remarque, peut-être même travailler pour moi, et je vais profiter de la douce vengeance." ("You are nothing. Ill leave here, become a somebody, while youre stuck here in sucky Lima. One day youll be begging for me to notice you, maybe even work for me, and Ill enjoy the sweetest revenge.")

Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt saw Blaine chuckle slightly, paying more attention to their conversation then the answers his partner was struggling to pronounce. He failed, however, to notice the teacher paying close attention to them, wondering why her pupils werent working on the assignment.

"Im warning you, Hummel," Azimio growled.

"Vous haineux sac de poubelle et votre triste excuse damis allez regretter le jour où tu mas traversé, marquer mes mots. Peut-être pas littéralement, mais je vais vous et votre sens terrible de la mode brûlure faire." ("You hateful bag of trash and your sad excuse of friends will regret the day you crossed me, mark my words. Maybe not literally, but I will make you and your terrible fashion sense burn.")

He titled his head to the side, looking like he was contemplating something. "Non, vos vêtements je vais certainement brûler." ("No, your clothes Ill definitely burn.")

Azimio snapped. With a snarl, he leapt out of his chair, lunging for Kurt. Startled, Kurt shot out of his desk, back pedaling away from the jocks fists. He felt his heart clench when his back pressed against the wall in the corner, trapping him. He shut his eyes tightly, preparing for the pain.

A grunt of shock forced his eyes open, and he saw Blaine rip Azimio away from him, his grip on his arm painful looking. The badboys eyes were blazing with golden fire, fury coloring his attractive face in a nasty snarl. Blaine ducked as the jock swung wildly in his direction, landing a solid jab to the stomach. Azimio doubled over in pain, the teachers cries being ignored as the class took out their cell phones to record.

Snapping out of his shock, Kurt lurched forward and grabbed Blaine by the arm, his touch surprising Blaine enough to pull his raised fist back without a fight. He pulled Blaine back, their eyes never leaving the football players bent form.

"What are you doing?" he hissed in Blaines ear, trying to be calm but his voice rising a few octaves from the stress. Blaine remained tense, snarling at the jock. "He tried to put his hands on you. I wasnt going to let that happen. We fight together, remember?"

Kurt gaped at him, shocked he would admit that in public and full of gratitude that he remembered as the events replayed in his mind. He shuttered involuntarily as he imagined what if Blaine hadnt been fast enough.

"Boys!" the teacher cried again, finally catching their attention. "All of you, to the principals office!"

Blaine turned on his heel, pulling Kurt close by the waist as he lead them away, his threatening glare still burning holes in the jocks head. Kurt clutched his arm tighter, ignoring the whispering sprouting between the students.

Shit.

-----

"Now, let me review all your stories to see if the facts are right," Principal Sue Sylvester said, leaning forward in her chair as she rested her hands on her desk. "Hummel was speaking to Azimio in French, words that Madam Rafac claims were bully worthy, though all sides have claimed the boy didnt understand them anyway. Azimio snapped and threw a fist at Hummel, which was intercepted and pulled away by Anderson. Azimio swung on Anderson, who dodged and threw a punch to the stomach out of what he claims was self defense. Hummel pulled Anderson away, and here we are now."

The boys in the room nodded, none of them looking at each other. Okay, not really. More like Azimio didnt look at Blaine, but glared at Kurt; Kurt didnt look at Azimio, but at Blaine; and Blaine avoided Azimio, but couldnt stop glancing at Kurt in concern.

Sue sighed and pulled out some papers. "Azimio, Im putting you on five-day suspension for starting a fight. Young Bert Reynolds, you have a week of detention for interfering and retaliation, self defense or not. Lady, you get an afternoon of detention for your bullying words, French besides the point. Now get the hell out of my office."

Azimio got up to leave, but Blaine and Kurt remained, looking at Sue in confusion. She glanced up annoyed, "Youre still here?"

Blaine quirked an eyebrow, but rose from his seat, looking at Kurt patiently. Kurt rose from his chair, facing her dead on. "You say Im being punished for bullying, but you calling me Lady? Thats bullying. Im a boy and its really hurtful."

"Im sorry," Sue said, sounding anything but. "As an apology Ill allow you to choose from the following nicknames: Gelfling, Porcelain, or Tickle Me Doughface."

Kurt though about it for a second. "I guess Ill go with Porcelain."

Sue looked disappointed. "Damn, totally wanted Tickle Me Doughface."

Kurt looked at her strangely before turning to leave. He was stopped from moving forwards when Blaines arm came up in front of him. He looked at Blaine questioningly, confused.

"Principal Sue, Im afraid theres more here then it looks," Blaine said. "This morning I had to stop Karofsky, Azimio, and a few other jocks from dunking Kurts head in the facilities."

Sue looked at Kurt, a bit of concern on her face. "This true?"

Kurts cheeks heated in humiliation, but he nodded mutely. Sue nodded, leaning back in her chair. "Lady, if this kid lays a finger on you, I will expel him faster than a Thai take-out place can read back your order. Oops, thats right, youre Porcelain now."

Kurt nodded, a small grateful smile on his face. "I cant do anything about that, given that theres no proof," she said. "Its not personal Porcelain, its politics. But I will keep a lookout, alright?" Kurt nodded again, and Blaine lowered his arm to his waist, pulling Kurt out the door with him.

Kurt breathed in a shaky sigh of relief. Blaine held him closer, rubbing his hand up and down his side in a soothing manner. Kurt smiled slightly, words unnecessary between them, and wound his arm through Blaines resting his head on his shoulder contently as they continued to class.

-----

Kurt didnt have the stomach to go to lunch, opting to go to the auditorium for his safe haven; music therapy. Plugging in his iPod to the speaker he kept in his locker, he stood in the center of the stage, letting his emotions take over the words.

"Grew up in a small town,

And when the rain would fall down,

Id just stare out my window.

Dreaming of what could be,

And if Id end up happy,

I would pray. (I would pray.)"

This song was perfect. It spoke of his dreams of Broadway, of leaving small town homophobic Lima for accepting, brilliant New York. How he refused to pray to God, to anything, since he hasnt really been happy. Not since his mother died, not since people started teasing him for his gayness, before he even knew it.

"Trying hard to reach out,

But when I tried to speak out,

Felt like no one could hear me.

Wanted to belong here,

But something felt so wrong here,

So I prayed, I could break away."

Oh, how no one said anything during his years of bullying. How, even now, only one person seems to hear his calls for help, silent or not. He was never meant to fit in here, in this narrow-minded town.

"Ill spread my wings and Ill learn how to fly.

Ill do what it takes til I touch the sky.

And Ill make a wish,

Take a chance,

Make a change,

And breakaway.

Out of the darkness and into the sun.

But I wont forget all the ones that I love.

Ill take a risk,

Take a chance,

Make a change,

And breakaway.

Wanna feel the warm breeze,

Sleep under a palm tree,

Feel the rush of the ocean.

Get onboard a fast train,

Travel on a jet plane, far away,

And breakaway."

His voice grew in strength, his determination and hoping giving his courage, giving him hope. Its only high-school; hed leave and never come back.

"Buildings with a hundred floors,

Swinging around revolving doors.

Maybe I dont know where theyll take me, but.

Gotta keep moving on, moving on.

Fly away, breakaway.

Ill spread my wings,

And Ill learn how to fly.

Though its not easy to tell you goodbye.

I gotta take a risk,

Take a chance,

Make a change,

And breakaway.

Out of the darkness and into the sun,

But I wont forget the place I come from.

I gotta take a risk,

Take a chance,

Make a change,

And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway."

The music faded in the background, and he smiled slightly. Oh, how he loved Kelly Clarkson and her array of angst filled songs. He bent down to retrieve his iPod, feeling much more at ease.

"That was beautiful."

Kurt whirled around in shock, his hand to his heart and eyes wide. Blaine stood to the side of the stage, hands in the pockets of his jacket, a small smile on his face. Kurt relaxed, blushing slightly as he realized Blaine had witnessed that.

"How long have you been there?" he murmured, raising his eyes to meet Blaines shyly. He was surprised by the admiration and concern shinning in those gorgeous pools of honey.

"I followed you from the lunchroom," Blaine admitted. "I wanted to make sure you dont have an eating problem or anything."

Kurt smiled fondly, shaking his head lightly. "No, nothing like that. Just, needed a moment to vent, you know?"

Blaine nodded slowly. "Yeah, I do." He walked over to Kurt quietly, standing in front of him as he held his gaze. "What you saw back there... I need you to understand. I have anger management issues. The boxing helps, but I snap really easily. Especially when its bullying. I need you to know what youre getting into being associated with me." He walked over to the iPod, gesturing towards it. "May I?"

Kurt nodded, his curiosity peaking. He knew Blaine was dangerous. But he was a good guy; hed never hurt Kurt. Why did he have to be careful?

Blaine motioned for Kurt to take a seat, so he pulled up a stool by the side a perched upon it, crossing a leg and paying adapt attention.

"Uh-ooh

Uh-oh oh, oh,

Theres a place that I know,

Its not pretty there and few have ever gone.

If I show it to you now,

Will it make you run away?

Will you stay?

Even if it hurts.

Even if I try to push you out,

Will you return?

And remind me who I really am,

Please remind me who I really am."

Kurt watched with rapid attention, stunned at the emotion in Blaines voice. He spoke of loneliness, of abandonment, of a desperate desire to trust. It broke his heart.

"Everybodys got a dark side,

Do you love me?

Can you love mine?

Nobodys a picture perfect.

But were worth it,

You know that were worth it.

Will you love me?

Even with my dark side?"

Tears started forming in his eyes without his consent, and he tightened the muscles in his ass to keep them in. Blaine was singing with his heart open, conveying to Kurt thats hes been hurt, and he could hurt him too.

"Like a diamond, from black dust,

Its hard to know what can become,

If you give up.

So dont give up on me.

Please remind me who I really am, yeah!

Everybodys got a dark side.

Do you love me?

Can you love mine?

Nobodys a picture perfect.

But were worth it,

You know that were worth it.

Will you love me?

Even with my dark side?"

Blaine needed support. He needed a safe place, someone to see past his hard, hurt, protective barrier to the boy he was underneath. His voice betrayed the pain he felt when everyone refused to try, how broken he felt. He needed someone to know him.

"Dont run away,

Dont run away.

Just tell me that you will stay.

Promise me you will stay.

Dont run away,

Dont run away.

Just promise me you will stay.

Promise me you will stay.

Will you love me, with my dark side?

Ohh!"

Kurt made a decision then. Blaine Anderson had taken ahold of him, tipped his world and then righted it. The very least he could do was be here for this boy, same as he had been there for him already.

"Everybodys got a dark side.

Do you love me?

Can you love mine?

Nobodys a picture perfect.

But were worth it,

You know that were worth it.

Will you love me?

Even with my dark side?

Dont run away,

Dont run away."

The music slowly faded in the background, Blaines quick panting filling the air. Kurt held his gaze steadily, rising from his chair slowly. He approached Blaine silently, stopping a few feet in from of him. Blaine swallowed thickly, terrified hope radiating from his golden brown eyes.

Kurt opened his arms. Blaine gasped, the most beautiful and gratifying smile lighting up his face, melting Kurts heart a little more. Laughing in delirious happiness and disbelief, Blaine clutched the boy close to him, burying his nose into his neck and breathing in his scent. Kurt held him tight, titling his head to whisper in the boys ear.

"You know that were worth it."

-----

Detention.

Kurt cringed every time he remembered thats where they were heading. This was ridiculous. He was Kurt Hummel. Kurt Hummel does not get detention. Especially not because of bullying! That was ludicrous. After all hes been through, did anyone seriously think hed have the heart to be a bully? Because while he has snark and wit, he is not a bully. Hes not.

Blaine appeared unconcerned as they walked down the halls arm in arm, seemingly used to this and lacking regret anyway. He glanced at Kurt every now and then, an amused smile on his lips at Kurts nervousness. Really, the whole good-boy antic was quite adorable, he had to say. He was actually looking forward to spending two hours in a room with Kurt. Granted, thats all that would happen, but he was happy for it regardless.

They entered the designated room, looking surprised to see Mrs. Schuster, the guidance councilor at the table. She looked equally shocked to see them as well.

"Boys! I didnt realize you two were the ones in trouble. You should both be in Glee club! What happened?"

Blaine shrugged while Kurt shook his head. "Id rather not talk about it, if thats alright."

The redhead nodded, concern shinning in her large doe eyes. "Well, you know you have to be here from 3 to 5, so Id suggest taking out some homework to pass the time. No talking either, so I expect complete silence from you two, alright?"

They nodded, taking seats next to each other in the middle row. Kurt finally noticed that Blaine was carrying his own satchel as well, and it surprised him. Being gay was one thing, but seriously? And Kurt though he was the one who screamed it. It definitely shed new light on the so-called badboy.

He startled when he felt a familiar boot clad foot wrap around his ankle. He blushed slightly, trying to keep his smile small and disinterested. Judging by the thrilled grin that grazed Blaines face, he didnt succeed.

About five minutes into the hour, a folded piece of paper landed on Kurts desk. He looked at it curiously, glancing at Blaine to see him in the same position, vigilantly working on his homework. He looked at Mrs. Schuster to see her working on her computer, oblivious to them, trusting them a little too much. After small debate, he opened the note, immediately holding in a snort.

It was written in pink ink. The writing was all caps, close together but short in height. Actually quite neat for a boy, Kurt looked at it finding it a bit endearing. He read the note quickly, smiling quietly to himself.

IM SO BORED. ALREADY. Q AND A? :D

Kurt shook his head fondly, tearing out a piece of notebook paper that could be passed back and forth.

Why not. Favorite color? Id have to say turquoise.

PINK. DUH. FAVORITE MUSICAL? AVPM OR RENT.

Draw between Wicked and Moulin Rogue. Though I am named after Kurt von Trapp in the Sound of Music. Favorite Vogue cover of 2010?

AWESOME! TOTES MARION COTILLARD. SHES AMAZING!

Shes amazing! Read Patti LuPone's new book?

...

...

IM KIDDING, OF COURSE I HAVE.

Oh thank Gaga. Extra curriculars?

FOUNDED THE SUPERHERO CLUB ONCE. AND TV.

Do I dare ask? And TV?

I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT THE BUCKEYES; IM A COLLEGE FOOTBALL FAN.

Oh, way to break the stereotype. I was a football player and cheerleader at Dalton.

YOURE SHITTING ME.

On the life of my Alexander McQueen collection.

OMG WHAT HAVENT YOU DONE?

Gone on a date.

LEGIT?

Yes, Blaine. Legit. Despite an all boys school for three years and high confidence, Kurt Hummel has never had a boyfriend.

SAME. NEVER REALLY LIKED ANYONE THAT WAY BEFORE.

Well, at least theres New York, right?

... RIGHT. SO! FAVORITE SINGER?

Lady Gaga. So inspirational. You?

KATY PERRY.

...Im sorry, I think you misread your question.

NOPE. COMPLETELY SERIOUS.

Idiot, you almost got us caught!

YOUR FAULT FOR BREAKING INTO LAUGHTER!

Shut up. Special talent?

I CAN PLAY SEVEN INSTRUMENTS AND SPEAK THREE LANGUAGES.

Two languages and one instrument. But I can twirl sai swords and make my own clothes.

SAI SWORDS?!?! NO, YOU MUST BE SHITTING ME NOW.

Dont stereotype me.

FAR FROM IT. YOU KEEP ZIGGING, RIGHT WHEN I THINK YOURE ABOUT TO ZAG. I LOVE THAT ABOUT YOU.

Oh... Thank you.

"Boys?"

They looked up quickly, Blaine nonchalantly placing the paper in his notebook as he pretended to look for notes. Emma raised her eyebrows at their feet, which seemed to be cuddling. If feet could cuddle, that was. Shaking her head, she looked back at her laptop, a slow, sultry smile growing on her face. She closed it lightly, turning to face them.

"My husband just sent me a message, theres a... special meeting I have to go to, and... it has to be now, and Im not sure... when Ill be back. Im trusting you two not to leave, deface property, have sexual relations, anything, alright?"

She got up and left, missing how Kurts cheeks erupted in color and Blaine was grinning a cocky smirk, turning towards Kurt and winking over dramatically. Kurt scoffed and shoved at Blaines shoulder playfully. Blaine rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair leisurely.

"So! We are without supervision! What ever shall we do?" he grinned.

Kurt laughed, reaching in his bag and pulling out his iPod and speaker. "What else? If we were in Glee Club, wed be singing right now. No reason we cant do so here."

Blaine beamed, getting up and packing his things. Kurt went over to the teachers desk and set up the speaker. By the time he finished, Blaine had moved all the desks to the walls, leaving a large space in the center of the room for dancing and singing.

Kurt shook his head and pressed play. Blaines eyebrows raised, impressed with what Kurt chose. Kurt smirked at Blaine, waiting for his cue.

"I was alone, I took a ride, I didnt know what I would find there.

Another road where maybe I, could see another kind of mind there."

Blaine was grinning, running to his bag quickly. He pulled out a pair of hot pink Raybans and a black Oaklies, tossing Kurt the black pair. Kurt laughed when he finished his part, putting them on in sync with Blaine.

"Ooo, then I suddenly see you.

Ooo, did I tell you I need you?

Every single day of my life."

The sight of Blaine swinging his body along to the Beatles, wearing hot pink sunglasses and a leather jacket, was so ridiculous Kurt almost missed his part.

"You didnt run, you didnt lie,

You know I wanted just to hold you.

And had you gone, you knew in time,

Wed meet again for I had told you."

They were having fun with it, circling each other in their dancing. They faced each other for the combined part, using their hands in the performance.

"Ooo! You were meant to be near me.

Ooo! And I want you to hear me.

Say well be together every day.

Got to get you into my life!"

They both simultaneously stood atop a desk, flinging their arms out as they belted the lyrics to the sky. Kurt used the music break to let his giggles out, where Blaine copied him. They got down, continuing the dance.

"What can I do, what can I be?

When Im with you I want to stay there.

If Im true Ill never leave,

And if I do I know the way there."

"Ooo! Then I suddenly see you.

Ooo! Did I tell you I need you?

Every single day of my life.

Got to get you into my life!"

They were back on the desks.

"Got to get you into my life!"

Somehow it was decided they were to attempt to walk upon every desk, taking exaggerated steps across the surfaces, still managing their playful circling. At one point Kurt got off, facing Blaine who was looking down at him from a desk.

"I was alone, I took a ride,

I didnt know what I would find there."

They switched spots, Kurt swinging his hips much more than necessary.

"Another road where maybe I,

Could see another kind of mind there."

Kurt got down, throwing his head around before pointing at Blaine and poking him in the chest, leading him back with that finger.

"And suddenly I see you!"

"Did I tell you I need you?"

They went to the middle of the floor, spinning around each other, getting closer little by little. They ripped off their sunglasses to belt out the last line.

"Oh!

I got to get you into my life!"

Lips.

The music stopped, and at the exact moment it did, there was a pair of lips on Kurts mouth.

He froze, noticing there were two hands on his hips, and one of his had ended up placed at Blaines upper back, his other curled behind him clutching the sunglasses. Blaine tilted his head, his lips applying firm, soft, gentle pressure against Kurts, moving slowly and patiently.

Kurt breathed in deeply before dropping the sunglasses, clutching the jacket tightly and sliding his free hand into the boys tamed curls. Blaine moaned deeply, applying more pressure and sliding one hand up to cup Kurts face delicately, like he was afraid of breaking him. It made Kurts stomach flutter to be treated so wonderfully, so preciously. He kissed back, hesitance and nervousness vibrating through them both, but they slowly gained confidence the more they kissed.

Eventually oxygen became too important, and Kurt withdrew his mouth, panting heavily, cock twitching at the sight of Blaines red, kiss swollen lips and dark, lust filled eyes. Blaine moved to his neck, yanking the scarf away so he could place open mouth kisses along the smooth flesh. Kurt moaned softly, throwing his head back to allow the tanned boy more access.

He was on fire. Every nerve felt electrified, and his body was painfully aware of every square inch that was being touched by Blaine. Sparks were fizzing between them, heating the room quickly and thoroughly. Blaine tasted like coffee and cinnamon; it was fucking devine. Blaine latched onto the countertenors collarbone, sucking a purpling bruise into the flawless skin. He nipped and licked gently, and Kurt groaned beautifully.

Blaine blew on the fresh hickey gently before reattaching their lips, pushing the slightly taller boy back until his back hit the door. Kurt hitched in a breath of excitement before gasping, as hands rested just below his ass to lift him up and against the door. Blaine slid himself between Kurt, who automatically wrapped his long legs around the younger boys hips.

They kissed fervently, both painfully aware of the hard pressure they felt against their thighs. Blaine poked his tongue out, licking Kurts bottom lip for silent permission. Kurt moaned, granting entrance. His tongue met Blaines shyly, sending a fresh wave of arousal through him. Shocking them both, his tongue wrapped around Blaines to tug it into his warm mouth, caressing the slippery muscle with his own.

Blaine was delirious. He wasnt sure what had come over him to lean over and kiss Kurt, but God was he ecstatic he had. Kurt tasted like heaven, like spearmint gum and  RedVines. Blaine really loved RedVines. He slowly raised his hands to the boys ass, giving a firm yet gentle squeeze. Kurt gasped, a broke moan sounding suspiciously like Blaines name breaking from his throat. He tugged on Blaines curls, shivering at the growl of arousal that tumbled from the boys lips.

Kurt was just about to bring his hands lower, to shove his hands under that leather jacket and feel the wonderful curve of the boxers biceps and shoulders. And he had every intention of doing it, too.

It just so happened that his phone rang at that moment, blaring Mercedess ringtone "Respect".

It was like a cold bucket of reality was dumped on their heads. Their lips froze, their eyes staring in each others in shock. Blushing brilliantly, Blaine slowly lowered Kurt to the ground, hesitating before releasing him. He took a step back, but held Kurts heated gaze. Kurts phone rang again, and he snapped out of it, reaching into his pocket for his phone.

"Hello?" he breathed, voice rough and husky from the deep moans he had been sprouting.

Blaine leaned against a desk, taking in Kurts disheveled state. His perfect coif was mused from running his fingers through it, some falling delicately into his eyes. His cheeks were flushed and his lips a plump, swollen cherry red. His eyes were wide and dark, slowly gaining a gorgeous shine. His clothes were rumpled and mused, his scarf barely hanging on. The dark, wonderful bruise stood proudly on his collarbone, making Blaine want to expand its coverage.

Kurt Hummel looked absolutely breathtaking.

"Mercedes, calm down, Im not in a dumpster. Why would I be?" Kurt was saying, a frown on his face. "That happens here?" he asked in disbelief, his jaw popping open. Blaine held in his groan at catching sight of that talented, talented pink tongue.

"Im in detention." He said, pausing. "...Its a long story. ...The teacher left for a meeting. ...Blaine."

He perked at his name, looking at Kurt questionably. The designer shook his head, a reassuring smile on his face. "No, just Blaine. Hes part of the reason Im here... Not like that, Cedes! I swear, I promise its not like that... Yes, hes behaving, why wouldnt he?"

His mouth opened in shock, and his cheeks erupted in color. "Mercedes! Just because were both gay and unsupervised does not mean were getting it on!... I dont care what Puck and Santana are saying!... Mercedes, I will not stand here and listen to this!"

Blaine chuckled, rolling his eyes fondly at the Glee club. How typical of them to jump straight into the gutter, regardless of how spot-on they happened to be this time. But Blaine didnt kiss Kurt because Kurts gay and available, he kissed Kurt because... because...

Why did he kiss Kurt?

Does he like him? Obviously. Does he enjoy his company? Extremely. Did he want to kiss him again? God, he wanted to do so much more than that.

But was this the right decision? Was drawing all this attention to him by being with him worth it to Kurt? Hes already having trouble here; a relationship with another guy would only fuel the fire. If Blaine gets the point across, hopefully theyll leave him alone enough. He cant be there to save Kurt every time, as much as he wants, and itll only get worse if they become an item.

Blaine sighed inwardly. Its best to hold off for now. Wait a little longer, let the school settle down, get used to him. Maybe things will be different then...

"I promise, Ill tell you the story later. I swear. Im sorry for missing Glee and not telling you where I was so you were worried where to find my body. ... Love you too, boo. Bye."

Kurt hung up, releasing a pent up sigh. Blaine smiled, walking up to the boy and drawing him into his arms. "Trouble in paradise, babe?" he asked teasingly. Kurt smiled beautifully, resting his hands on Blaines chest. "Not anymore there is," he whispered lowly, winking at Blaine before retracting himself and walking over to collect his things.

Blaine shook his head amused, following to pick up his satchel and forgotten sunglasses. "So, about that just now..."

Kurt looked up and smiled. "Yeah, that. That was... Wow, Blaine. As far as first kisses go, that blew all my expectations out the water."

Blaine smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I... really liked doing that, Kurt."

Kurt smiled. "I did too, Blaine. Gaga, you have no idea. Its just..."

"Too soon?" Blaine supplied, his eyes shinning with understanding. "I agree."

Kurt nodded, a bit relieved. "Yeah. I mean, screw everyone and what they think, but this is my second day and Ive already been attacked so much I-"

"Dont," Blaine interrupted. "I get it. Im still going to kick their asses if anyone even looks at you badly, alright?"

Kurt smiled. "Yeah, Im fine with that."

Mrs. Schuster came back in that moment, hair and clothes riled up and flustered looking. "Boys, youre free to go."

They smirked knowingly at each other. Outside in the hall, Blaine straightened Kurts scarf so the love bite was hidden from view. "Something tells me we dont want your father to know about that," he murmured. Kurts eyes widened comically, and he nodded quickly, relaxing and grinning as Blaine laughed.