'Kurt, look, he's here again.' He nudged Kurt's side excitedly and turned in time to see him role his eyes as he collected their coffees and made his way to their usual table, without waiting for Blaine to put away his wallet.

'I don't know what your problem is with him, Kurt,' he said as he caught up and sat down opposite.

'My problem, Blaine,' Blaine couldn't hide his small grin as Kurt over-enunciated his words for emphasis, 'is that he's a creepy old man.'

Blaine laughed lightly under his breath and shook his head. Honestly, Kurt could be so young and na�ve sometimes.

He looked back at the man and felt his heart rate quicken as he took in how stunning he was. He let his eyes linger for a moment at the base of this throat, then slowly pulled his gaze upwards to the fine stubble, strong jaw and…

Oh! He was looking straight at him, one eyebrow raised and an amused expression on his face, making it clear that he had been aware of Blaine's staring the entire time. He raised his hand and gave a small wave as he mouthed 'Hi' across the room. Blaine felt his cheeks flush with colour and he quickly ducked his head and turned back to Kurt.

'Oh my god, Kurt, how long was he watching me? Why didn't you say something?'

'Because he's a perverted old…Oh for God's sake, really? He's coming over. Well thank-you very much, Blaine.' Blaine's eyes shot wide open.

'What? He's…Oh my god, I look a mess.' He started desperately smoothing down his already immaculate clothing and straightening his perfectly cantered tie.

Kurt couldn't help but smile as he watched, thinking how adorable Blaine was when he was flustered, but it fell abruptly when he remembered exactly why Blaine was flustered, and that it wasn't for him.

As the man drew nearer to their table, Kurt fixed his best 'Head Bitch In Charge' expression in place and turned towards him.

'Hi there. I thought I should finally introduce myself. May I?' The man, who close-up appeared to be in his early 30s, gestured towards the empty chair at their table.

'Well actually, we were…'

'Yes,' Blaine cut in, with a pointed look towards Kurt. 'That would be…I mean…um…yes.' He looked down, blushing again as the man laughed at his fumbling words. He sat down and held out a hand towards Blaine.

'Thank you…' He paused for a moment, before Blaine realised what he was waiting for.

'Oh, Blaine, I'm Blaine,' he said. He smiled shyly as the man's hand closed over his, and held on for just a moment longer than expected.

'Well thank you, Blaine. I'm James.' He let his thumb sweep lightly over the back of Blaine's hand before releasing it and turning to hold his hand out to Kurt. Kurt looked at it with barely concealed disdain, before answering in clipped tones.

'Kurt.' He did not shake his hand.

'Well nice to meet you too, Kurt. Blaine, I see you go to Dalton. That's in Westerville, right?'

About 10 minutes passed, Kurt making over-dramatic sounds of boredom and impatience, as James directed his conversation almost entirely to Blaine. He couldn't believe the smarmy things that James was coming out with, but worst of all was Blaine's reaction; laughing, blushing, biting nervously at his lower lip.

Kurt felt a stab of guilt that he wasn't supporting his friend, that he wasn't happy that he was happy, but he just did not like this guy and, although he hated to admit it, he was desperately jealous. But if this was the kind of guy that Blaine liked he never really stood a chance, did he?

He couldn't hold back a snort of derision as James made a particularly cheesy comment, and was slightly taken aback at the angry look Blaine shot his way.

'I think it's probably time I was leaving.' James said, looking at Blaine apologetically as he pushed his chair away from the table and stood up. 'It was very nice to meet you both.'

Both boys watched in silence as he walked out of the coffee shop.

'Blaine, I…'

'Wha..? Whearwe?' His voice was low and his words slurred into one another.

He didn't understand what was happening and his head was beginning to pound with the effort of thinking. There was an expanse of tarmac all around, one or two cars scattered in the distance, but it was too dark to make out anything else.

'Wasapning?' He looked towards James and tried to ask what was happening, but his body wouldn't follow his instructions.

He let his eyes drift shut and his head fall back against the seat. He heard a soft click and when he opened his eyes again, James was suddenly right in front of his face, staring straight at him in a way that made his body hum with nervous anticipation.

James brought a hand up to cup his face, stroking gently over his cheekbone with his thumb.

'You are so beautiful. Do you know that?' He whispered deeply, so close now that Blaine could feel his breath ghost across his face. He swallowed, unsure of how to respond.

And then lips were touching his, and the hand moved up to tangle in his hair. He gasped at the sensation, the gentle tingling in his lips, the faint taste of whisky on the tongue that slid over his.

Nervousness and excitement clamoured for dominance; this felt good, it felt so good, but his head was still pounding, and the hand on his knee was gripping tightly, pushing roughly up his leg and it was all becoming so overwhelming.

He tried to pull backwards, to take a breath, but James followed, pressing forwards so that he was lying awkwardly against the seat and the door.

The lips left his to trail hot kisses along his jaw and the hand was at his waist now, pulling at his shirt. As he felt it brush against his bare skin he gasped and his body bucked upwards. He heard James groan against his ear and he tightened his grip in Blaine's hair.

'So fucking hot. God. I've been watching you for so long, waiting for this.'

Both hands were moving over his body now, gripping at his sides, nails raking down his chest. Blaine let at a small cry as they pinched sharply at his nipples and brought up his hands to push James away from him.

'Sto..Stop. That hurt.' Blaine tried to manoeuvre himself into a sitting position, but James was back on top of him, mouth crushed against his, biting at his lips. He thrust forward hard with his hips and Blaine could feel his erection pressed painfully into his thigh.

He couldn't breath under the weight and he suddenly felt an ice-cold fear cut through the fog that was clouding his head. He'd said stop, why hadn't he stopped?

But James was beyond listening now, rutting against him, grunting in his ear. He ripped open Blaine's shirt and the rush of cold air was enough to shock Blaine into action. He pushed hard and scrambled to a sitting position against the door.

'Please. That's too much.' He felt vulnerable and exposed and tried to cover himself with his torn shirt. 'I want to go home.'

James sat back in his seat, breathing heavily, and Blaine let himself sigh in relief. It was ok, he had just got carried away. But then James was looking at him again and now he was laughing, but the steely glint in his eye held Blaine paralysed in fear.

'You want to go home? You're a fucking tease, that's what you are.' Blaine tried to shake his head in denial, but the action sent the surroundings spinning around him and he dropped his head back against the door.

'You've been asking for this, begging for this all week, leading me on, letting me buy you coffees and dinner. What did you think was going to happen?'

Blaine felt hot tears sting his eyes. He hadn't...had he? He hadn't meant to, but he felt a sick feeling coil in his stomach. He had been flirting, he knew he had, what had he expected from it?

'I…I'm sorry…I….' He saw James raise his arm, but couldn't make his body move, and the back of his hand crashed against his face. His head snapped sideways and with his balance already gone, the momentum threw him off the seat and onto the floor. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth, and then James was on top of him again, fists crashing into his ribs and back over and over.

Blaine's hand was trapped at an awkward angle beneath him, and the weight of two bodies pressing down on it was agony. He tried to get away, but James was too heavy, and every time he tried to push him off it put more pressure on his wrist until it felt like it would snap.

Blaine was crying now, sobbing into the dirty floor of the car as he tried to blot out the words being spat into his ear.

'You asked for this, you little slut. This is what you get for being such a fucking cock-tease.'

He tried to turn his head away, but it was pressed into the floor, the carpet rough against his cheek, as James ground his hips hard against him.

'God, you were made for this, such a perfect little whore.' He bit down hard on his neck, and the pain gave Blaine a sudden burst of adrenaline. He thrust his body up, freeing his arm from under him and jabbed his elbow hard into James's stomach.

He heard him grunt at the impact and scrambled forwards away from him. He dragged himself up and grabbed at the door-handle, but his hands were clumsy and uncoordinated.