The following day was hot as ever, but now the air was humid and the sky looked threatening. There was a strong breeze that promised a change in the weather but until then there was no relief from the muggy afternoon. The Titans loitered outside the A. Rhodes Diner sticking to the shade of the building and chugging down bottles of soda pop.
Finn was the only one missing since he was still enjoying being a newlywed. Kurt had let him have the apartment all to himself for the night. It hadn’t been too much trouble for Kurt since he didn’t get much sleep anyway.
He’d wandered the streets all through the early hours brooding and every now and again punching buildings when his anger and confusion became too much. At one point he got too carried away and he screamed as his fist collided with the brick. Kurt quickly cradled his hand and sunk down the wall to the sidewalk. He gently felt his hand, and was relieved to find that nothing was broken. He let out a frustrated sigh and closed his eyes trying to calm himself. Instead two sympathetic hazel eyes swam into his vision and his own eyes snapped open once more. He felt like he was going mad.
He’d shown up at Puck’s door just as the sky began to turn a deep shade of pink, signaling the sun was on its way. Puck gave Kurt the once over, his eyes lingering over Kurt’s bloody fist before letting him in.
“Kurt, what happened to you man?” He asked.
“Dog.” Kurt lied. “I want to give Finn some space. Let me sleep on your couch?” He asked.
“Of course. “ Said Puck. Kurt walked over and flopped down onto the worn out cushions. “Hey.” Kurt looked up at Puck. “Has something been troubling you lately?”
“Shouldn’t that be obvious?” Kurt said.
“What? The Hawks? Well look.” Said Puck. “I’ve got your back whatever happens. Yeah, things are shitty right now, but we’ve gotten through shit before and we can get through it now.” Kurt nodded. He always appreciated the rare moments when Puck attempted to be inspirational.
“Right.” He said. “Thanks. I think I’ll just get sleep for now.”
“Sure,” said Puck. He went over to the window and pulled the shade down to block out the sun that was now coming up.
Kurt was exhausted, but he still had trouble sleeping. He tossed about on the couch until Puck forced him to use his bed instead. Even then Kurt couldn’t drift off for more than a few minutes at a time.
Now he leaned against the dirty window of the diner, stone faced and poised to tear apart anyone who dared look at him the wrong way. His fellow Titans, sensing his mood, kept their distance even though they could only guess why it had turned so sour overnight. Even Jessie knew enough to keep his head down.
Then, Mike approached from his look out.
“They’re here.” The Titans all scattered immediately into hiding places. Intel from Santana revealed the diner to be the place the Hawks visited the most and Kurt promised the Titans a bit of revenge for having their party crashed the night before. Kurt was the only one who stayed exactly where he was, out in the open and waiting.
The Hawks saw him on his own and confidently made their way over. Though Kurt restrained himself from looking directly at him, he could still tell that Blaine was keeping himself to the back of the gang. It was Wes who spoke first.
“Afternoon,” he said with the note of a challenge in his voice. Kurt didn’t answer. He simply stared back with venomous eyes.
“Scared?” asked David. “Did we finally go too far Hummel? Hurt you bad by ruining your little party?” Again Kurt stayed silent. Frustrated, Wes grabbed Kurt’s collar and that’s when the rest of Kurt’s gang emerged into the light, ambushing the Titans.
Wes was knocked to the ground by a blow from Puck who gave Kurt a wink before turning and continuing to pummel Wes. Kurt looked above his head and immediately found Blaine. They locked eyes.

***

Blaine locked eyes with Kurt and the look in them could have very well killed Blaine on the spot. He shivered and couldn’t decide if it was out of fear or something else entirely. He found himself trapped in that gaze as if Kurt had turned him to stone. Thoughts that had plagued him all morning resurfaced now. Thoughts that Kurt really did hate him. That there really was nothing between them at all. Maybe Blaine had made it all up in his head.
Then thunder crashed and Blaine wasn’t the only one startled into looking up at the sky. Dark clouds were now bearing down on the gangs who quickly resumed beating each other into pulp. Blaine watched as David rushed up on Kurt and aimed a blow right at him. Kurt caught David’s fist and twisted him around until he was screaming. Blaine tore his eyes away from the sight and instead charged at Mike who had just begun kicking a curled up Nick.
The fight continued on after that with thunder crashing above, and diner patrons scampering back inside every time they dared to try and venture out. One of them had evidently called the cops because it was not long before the familiar sirens rose above the sounds of the approaching storm.
The gangs scattered like usual. Blaine ducked around the side of the diner and listened.
“Fuck, Artie, get up.” It was Kurt’s voice.
“Sorry, Kurt, it’s my damn leg and this fucking weather.”
“I don’t care. Just move or they’ll be taking you away.”
The sound of wheals coming to a halt on the pavement met Blaine’s ears and suddenly Kurt came into his line of vision, rushing away into an alley with Artie on his back. A moment later a low booming “Hey you!” called after them and large cop lumbered by. Blaine turned to go in the opposite direction then stopped and stood still. Something was aching in him and telling him to not run away. He tried to shake away the feeling but the more steps he took the stronger it became, like someone had a death grip on his heart.
He growled in frustration then turned and ran down the way Kurt and the cop had gone. He soon began to hear voices and turned a corner to see Kurt lashing insults at the cop, whose back was turned to Blaine. It appeared that Artie had already gotten away somehow. Presumably Kurt made him run while he held off the policeman. Now the cop was pushing Kurt into the wall and pulling handcuffs out of his pocket.
Blaine noticed a rusty pipe jutting out of a cardboard box and before the thought had fully formed in his mind Blaine had the pipe in his hand and was bring it down on the cop’s skull. The man dropped without a sound, completely unconscious, revealing Kurt still pressed against the wall. Blaine looked down and saw that one of Kurt’s wrists had already been shut inside one ring of the handcuffs. Blaine reached towards it but it was jerked away and he looked up to see Kurt’s murderous glare just a foot away from him.
“What the hell are you doing?” Kurt hissed. Another thunderclap shook the air.
“I’m saving your ungrateful ass!” Blaine growled back. Anger suddenly boiled through him. How dare Kurt act like this after Blaine just rescued him! Beneath them the cop groaned. They both looked down and then ran off together down the street, until suddenly Kurt was pulling Blaine down another alley stopping only when they reached a chain link fence that blocked their path.
Kurt kept hold of Blaine, still glaring at him. Blaine glared back and struggled in his grip. They wrestled and pushed each other until Kurt had Blaine rammed into the corner between the metal fence and the brick wall.
“You took out that cop.” He muttered as if accusing Blaine of a horrible crime.
“Yeah.” He snapped. “I did.”
“You stopped him even though I’m your enemy. Even though you could have just gotten rid of me.”
“Yeah, I sure did,” said Blaine, starting to wish he had just left well enough alone.
“Why?” Kurt pleaded, still looking like he wanted to strangle the life out of Blaine. Blaine just laughed.
“You really are a fucking idiot, Kurt.” He said. He hadn’t thought about it, but now that Kurt asked the question, the answer was obvious in Blaine mind, and with Kurt’s warm body so close to his, there was no use denying it any longer. A look of panic crossed Kurt’s face, but he drew back and kneed Blaine between the legs.
Blaine fought not to scream in pain. Kurt was looking at him now with a smug grin and he had the sudden urge to rip his damn mouth off. Blaine reached down and took hold of the handcuff that was still tight around Kurt’s wrist. Kurt only realized what he was doing by the time it was too late and Blaine was already snapping the other cuff around the links of the fence.
“You don’t want me to help you?” Blaine said darkly, still gritting his teeth at the pain in his crotch. “Fine. Then help yourself.”
“You bastard!” shouted Kurt now clawing at Blaine like an animal. Blaine extracted himself and hopped out of Kurt’s reach. Kurt began pulling violently at the cuffs, making the whole fence vibrate and scrape hard against the wall. Blaine stepped backwards, watching the way Kurt’s body twisted and strained against his bond. Then he was turning and focusing his rage on Blaine. “I’m going to kill you.”
“That doesn’t give me much motivation to free you,” said Blaine closing back in on Kurt.
“Fuck you! I don’t need you,” he said. Blaine was pressing in on Kurt now. Kurt didn’t strike out at him but instead fisted his free hand in Blaine’s shirt. “I hate you.”
“Stay here and rot then,” muttered Blaine. He moved to turn away but Kurt still had his shirt in a death grip and was tugging Blaine back.
“Wha-“ Blaine began to speak but was cut off Kurt shoving his mouth against his.

***

Kurt attacked Blaine’s mouth, moving his lips hungrily and clashing their teeth together. He directed all his feelings into the kiss. His anger, fear, and shame poured out through his lips, and nothing felt more right. He was already inexplicably turned on and the heat of Blaine’s mouth sent shocks of pleasure through him. He wasn’t fighting it anymore. He was fed up with fighting. He grabbed Blaine’s hair and pulled him closer, loving the way Blaine moaned in response.
Neither of them noticed the raindrops that had begun to drip down on their skin. It wasn’t until the drops became thick and heavy that they broke apart from the kiss to acknowledge the rain. After weeks of enduring a brutal drought the drops felt incredible. Kurt wasted no time in wrapping his arm back around Blaine to pull him back into a kiss.
As the rain drenched them their tongues battled for control and Kurt continued to pull on Blaine’s hair so he could hear those delicious moans. He kept forgetting his hand was cuffed and tugged against the metal cutting into his wrist.
“Fuck!” he yelled and Blaine pulled back. “Fuck, this fucking handcuff! I can’t believe you did this to me you son of a bitch.”
“Oh shut up.” Blaine retorted.
“Make me!” Kurt challenged. As soon as he said it Blaine shoved him into the wall and kissing him hard again. Water ran down their faces, dripping from their hair and noses and soaking through their clothes so that when Blaine pressed his body flush against Kurt’s it felt like there was barely anything between them. Blaine turned his head and found Kurt’s neck sucking hard on it and biting the skin. “Jesus!” cried Kurt as Blaine’s lips did unbelievable things and made him tingle all over. He bucked his hips up into Blaine’s.
Blaine ran his hands down Kurt’s torso digging his nails into the wet skin until he reached Kurt’s thighs. He grabbed them and pulled Kurt higher up on the wall. Kurt helped support his own weight by holding tight onto the handcuff which was straining against the chain link fence. He wrapped his other limbs around Blaine and pulled him close.
It was pouring now and the rain beat down on their bodies to the point where they might as well have been swimming for how wet they were. Kurt could feel Blaine’s hard on through his slippery wet jeans as he began slamming it into Kurt’s own erection.
“Oh fuck!” Blaine whined. “Why the hell did you have to hit my balls? It still fucking hurts!”
“Like I care!” Kurt moaned. “Just don’t you dare fucking stop!” Blaine thrust into him harder, making Kurt’s ass scrape against the brick every time. “Oh come on! Harder! Is that all you’ve- oh fuck yes!”
Blaine went even harder pounding Kurt against the wall, making Kurt cling to him with all his strength and just take it. His heals dug into Blaine’s ass and his toes curled inside of his shoes as he felt Blaine push him closer and closer to the edge. He continued to taunt Blaine, wanting it faster and harder. The cuff felt like it was cutting right through his wrist. Then all at once his body rocked with orgasm he felt himself come inside his pants. He cried out and then bit down hard on Blaine’s neck.
“Kurt!” Blaine screamed Blaine. His hips lost their rhythm and Kurt was sure he’d gotten him to come as well.
Kurt slid back down the wall his body limp as Blaine’s grip on him relaxed. Still, they clung together panting, unsure what was sweat and what was rain. Then Blaine was pulling Kurt into a kiss again and Kurt returned it eagerly. It was a sloppy fumbling kiss but Kurt could feel passion coming from Blaine which made his blissed out brain even fuzzier.
When Blaine broke the kiss Kurt slumped into his arms forcing Blaine to maneuver him until he was against the fence. Kurt got the idea and clung to the chain link, keeping himself up as best he could while Blaine went to work on the handcuffs. Apparently Blaine had some sort of lock pick in his pocket. It was still challenging to get them undone though, since the rain was still coming down hard. But finally he managed to open the cuff attached to the fence.
With this bit of freedom they were able to collapse down to the ground where Blaine continued work on the other cuff. They didn’t speak mostly because their chests were still heaving to find air, and because they were afraid to openly admit what just happened.
The rain ebbed a bit and by the time Blaine got Kurt’s wrist free it was only drizzling. Kurt snatched the handcuffs out of Blaine’s hand and pocketed them in his jacket. Then he got to his feet, feeling his knees shake only a little bit. Blaine was up right after him pressing him into the fence and kissing him deep, but this time Kurt fought him off.
“No, that’s it. It’s over.” He said trying to get away.
“Over? What are you talking about?” Blaine asked completely taken aback.
“As in we’ve got that out of our system and now it’s over.” Kurt snapped. He pushed passed Blaine but Blaine grabbed his arm and held him tight.
“Don’t you try to pull that shit, Kurt!” said Blaine. “That was far more than a random fuck and you know it.”
“That wasn’t even a fuck. I just let you use me to get off.” Kurt sneered. “And I still hate you.”
“Stop being such a liar!”
“Stop being such fucking girl!” Kurt yelled. “It’s over! We can’t! We go on acting like this never happened!”
“You’re running away.”
“No!” And this time it was Kurt slamming Blaine against the wall. “No! I’m facing facts! It doesn’t matter what there is between us because we can’t.” All the bliss and pleasure Kurt had been feeling was now replaced with a pounding headache and horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew he was right, so why was it so hard for him? Why did Blaine have to look at him with those pitying eyes? He shoved Blaine against the wall again before backing up slowly away from him. “Why are you doing this to me?” he asked pleadingly. “Why did you have to come here? I never wanted this!”
“Kurt…” said Blaine and his voice was so soft. It was the most he’d ever sounded like his singing voice. And Kurt felt an ache rise in his chest as if someone had taken hold of his heart and was now squeezing the life out of it. For a long time the two of them looked at each other, still soaked to the bone, water dripping from their heads down to their feet.
And then Kurt was back on top of Blaine their lips locked and their bodies intertwined.