CHAPTER 3

By Klainer0801

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Kurt hit Blaine in the chest making him double over as Finn spoke slowly through his hands that were covering his face: "Kurt. Dad's here to pick you up from detention. We're going. NOW."

"Finn, do I look ok? Seriously?" Kurt said hurriedly to his brother, trying to fix his hair into anything but the 'I just gave a blowjob' look.

"I can't look at your right now. I don't think I'll ever get that image out of my head…." Finn said, shuddering next to Kurt as they walked down the long corridor to leave school.

"Look, I didn't exactly want you to see that either but can we PLEASE just keep this quiet Finn? I know what you're like!"

Finn gave a simple nod in reply and carried on striding down towards the school exit without taking so much as a glance at Kurt, an awkward expression stuck on his face.

They reached the school gates and Kurt saw his dad's car, parked up on the roadside. His walking slowed down considerably as thoughts whizzed around in his head. "What would his dad say? How could he keep this quiet? Where has Blaine gone to? Will he keep his mouth shut about it?"

"Hurry up you pair; get in!" Burt said impatiently, "We've been waiting out here long enough, it's getting colder by the minute."

The two teenagers clambered into the backseat of the car in silence. The buckled their seatbelts and Finn looked up expectedly at Burt, who merely raised an eyebrow in reply. Kurt's head was down so low it was surprising he still had a neck left.

Burt looked over at Carole in the passenger seat who simply mouthed the word 'Drive' at Burt noticing his confused expression. The car started to roll along as Burt brought his foot down to accelerate.

They were just turning the corner into their street when Carole's voice broke the awkward bubble between them all as Blondie's Atomic played softly out of the car speakers. "So what's up with you two tonight? You're awfully quiet…"

Her voice nearly made Kurt jump out of his skin but he managed to make it into some sort of twitch as not to look suspicious. He opened his mouth to speak when Finn butted in.

"I think we're just tired. I mean Kurt defiantly must be with all the-"

"CLEANING I've been doing tonight. Cleaning." Said Kurt quickly, giving Finn a hard jab in the ribs with his elbow. He narrowed his eyes at the younger boy as they pulled into their drive.

Finn looked genuinely shocked as he realised what he was about to say to his mother before Kurt interrupted him. He apologised to Kurt under his breath so Burt and Carole wouldn't hear.

Kurt gave a renouncing grin in return and shook his head as he slammed the car door and walked up the drive to his house.

Kurt had the house to himself all weekend as Finn had gone to stay with Rachel and his Dad had taken Carole out for a weekend away. (He never got round to telling Kurt where)

All of Saturday he had tried repeatedly to find or retrieve Blaine's number somehow, but to no such luck. He'd given a text out asking for his number trying to make it sound less weird and obvious than it actually was.

Kurt body was literally aching with longing. He'd tasted blood and wanted more. He knew he shouldn't; he was a good honest boy with high expectations of life but he couldn't deny it. He wanted nothing else but to have Blaine come over and repeat the events from the music room, but with no way or contacting him, there wasn't much he could do to make it a possibility.

So Sunday for Kurt was spent in bed looking around his room playing a mini eye spy game with himself. However, his thoughts kept trailing back to Blaine and how well he knew how to please him. Kurt was sure he'd taken at least 4 cold showers that day.

He sat downstairs watching TV on the night waiting for Finn to get home. He'd never wanted the day to go so quick as what he did then.

Monday arrived and Kurt, for once, was actually distracted from his increasing obsession with Blaine. He knew he had cheerleading tryouts soon and he REALLY needed to get n the team again. Tryouts were Wednesday after school so at lunch he went for a quick practice in the gym.

Kurt tried on his old cheerleading uniform and it still fitted quite snugly. Pleased, he proceeded to walk into the gym hall.

It was empty so Kurt had the whole space to practice whatever he liked. He had choreographed his audition routine a couple of weeks ago and it was nearly perfected so he used his time to get every final detail right.

Kurt had even managed to get a back flip into his routine; which he had been practicing for ages. He practiced for nearly all of lunch and was completely exhausted by the end of it. He couldn't bring himself to look in the mirror to inspect the state of his hair.

Back in the changing rooms, he ripped off his sodden clothes and chucked them into his locker. As there was no-one else in there he didn't bother getting a towel, he just walked freely over to the showers and turned the water on.

Kurt stepped into the rush of hot falling water and closed his eyes as he brushed his hands through his hair. It was nice to be able to take a shower at school without the crude comments from the other boys about his sexuality.

He opened his eyes and reached for the shampoo he had brought with him. Squirting a generous amount into his hand he turned around in the shower cubicle to face the wall. He rubbed the shampoo evenly into his hair letting it run down him as his did so. He had to squeeze his eyes shut again to stop it falling into them.

Kurt focused on the nice feeling of the warm water running down his back, until he felt an even nicer feeling. Two hands were placed on either side of his waist gently. Kurt didn't even have to think about whom the hands belonged to; he had been longing for that touch for far too long.

Blaine's head was now resting on his shoulder and Kurt had lost of sense in what he was doing.

"Blaine what are you doing here?"

"How could I resist really?" Said Blaine, moving his hands round to the small of Kurt's back.

Blaine had started kissing up Kurt's neck, receiving a weak whimper in return. Kurt knew Blaine enjoyed the noises he made come out of Kurt's mouth way too much. So this time Kurt fought for domination.

He grabbed Blaine from behind him and shoved him hard against the wall. This time it was Kurt who received a moan in reply. He smiled smugly to himself and sank to his knees, coming face to face with Blaine's large and already hard cock, while the scolding water was still hitting his skin.

Blaine was still in shock from the sudden change of positions that Kurt jumped at the chance and began to move his tongue up and down the boys cock teasingly, while his one hand squeezed firmly around the base.

"Kurt, move god damn it!" Shouted Blaine, impatiently from above him.

Kurt placed his hands on the wall either side of Blaine and started slowly sucking, placing his mouth around Blaine taking him in fully. He looked up to see Blaine hands grasping at the slippery shower wall, desperate for something to hold on to.

He gathered up speed, loving what he was doing to Blaine, who was usually so controlled. Suddenly, the bell rang for the next lesson.

"OH MY GOD! I'd forgotten were in bloody school! We need to get to next lesson! Oh god I'm not even changed!" Kurt screamed, scrambling to his feet in a panic.

"You have got to be kidding me…" Blaine sighed at Kurt, raising his eyebrow as he took the boys wrists and pinned him to the wall under the stream of water from the shower.

Blaine's lips attacked Kurt's begging for more. Kurt plunged his tongue into Blaine's, both fighting for control. The heat in the room had reached a new level and as the boys throbbing erections began to rub against each other, Kurt didn't think he would last much longer.

Blaine reached down with his one hand and grabbed Kurt's cock roughly. He began pumping quick and hard, making Kurt lose control.

Kurt knew he was being loud but he didn't care. With his one, now free hand, he pulled at Blaine's curls, struggling to keep his legs from collapsing underneath him. He could feel that familiar curling feeling reaching the pit of his stomach and knew what was about to happen.

He screamed as he erupted in pure euphoria. He came all over Blaine's hand and stomach, not regretting one moment. Kurt collapsed onto the floor, in a post-orgasm haze, as Blaine's hand left his wrist.

He stared up at Blaine, watching him lick Kurt's cum off his hands and wash the rest of him off in the shower. Blaine gave one last glance to Kurt on the floor and gave him a wink "I'll meet you in the changing room babe."

Kurt sighed as Blaine left, realising he'd gotten the better of him again. He stood up and washed himself off in the water.

After he'd done, he turned the power off on the shower, grabbed a towel and proceeded to the changing rooms.

Kurt tried to ignore the homophobic comments coming from the other boys in the locker room as he fixed his hair in the mirror. He had looked around for Blaine but couldn't see him anywhere. He hadn't really expected him to wait for Kurt anyway.

His hair was about as perfect as he was going to get it. He wasn't going to bother going to French as half of the lesson had already passed so he turned around to leave. As he did, he bumped into a bigger figure than himself. He closed his eyes with a frustrated expression. He knew what was about to happen. He braced himself for what was to come, like so many times before.

"Alright little fag? Where you going in such a hurry?" Karofsky said in a mocking tone, towering above Kurt.

"I'm just going to French. Please move." Kurt said, knowing it was no use.

"No chance. Me and the boys have something to show you. This is why you shouldn't be a gay fucker, Hummel." Karofsky hissed, cracking his knuckles as the other football players smirked behind him.

"Guys, I just want to get to my lesson. Let me through." Kurt said, losing patience with the constant taunting and bullying he received.

Karofsky and his friends laughed in Kurt's face as Karofsky shoved Kurt backwards so he hit the floor; "I don't think so. You've had this coming to you for a long time."

"What the fucks going on?" came Blaine's voice from behind the football players.

They parted to see Blaine but Kurt shook his head at him, pleading for him not to get involved. He knew this was going to end badly.

"Ohhhh your little fuck buddies here too Kurt! Why didn't you say anything?" One of the footballers sneered down at Kurt making the others laugh.

Everything happened so fast. All of a sudden Blaine's hands were closing tight around the football player's neck, pinning him to the locker.

"You wanna speak about me like that again huh? You wanna start leaving Kurt alone? Or do you want something worse to happen to you?" Blaine screamed at the boy, whose face was now turning purple.

All the other players had now backed away against the lockers, scared expressions on their faces. Kurt ran forward towards Blaine and tried to pull him off the boy. Only now Kurt realised just how strong Blaine was. He looked down at his own wrist and saw the purple bruises that had started to form from where Blaine had held him against the wall earlier.

"Blaine, let him go!"

Blaine looked at him with something that could only have been confusion. Why was Kurt sticking up for this boy?

"Please Blaine" Kurt said meekly "They'll leave me alone now."

Karofsky glanced at Blaine and nodded.

The boy fell from Blaine's grip, falling to the floor gasping and spluttering.

Kurt could see the frustration in Blaine's eyes as he stormed from the room. That boys emotions were given away from his eyes far too easily. Or maybe it was just how hard Kurt studied them.

Kurt found Blaine out the front of school, smoking a cigarette and leaning casually against the wall. Kurt still thought he was the most beautiful yet sexy boy to walk the earth.

"Thanks for sticking up for me, Blaine…"

"Alright Hummel." Blaine said without so much as glancing at Kurt, blowing out a puff of smoke.

"Are we seriously not on first name terms yet?"

"Ok. Alright Kurt." Blaine said with serious sarcasm in his voice.

Kurt stared at the boys perfect face not really sure what to say. He watched how Blaine's eyebrows knitted together as he squinted against the sun. How his muscles tightened against his shirt each time he brought his cigarette up to his mouth. How his foot tapped to a rhythm against the dry wall, a rhythm Kurt was sure he recognised.

To Kurt's surprise, Blaine started singing along softly to the beat he was creating.

It's Too High To Get Over 
Too Low To Get Under 
You're Stuck In The Middle 
And The Pain Is Thunder

I Took My Baby To The Doctor
With A Fever, But Nothing He Found
By The Time This Hit The Street
They Said She Had A Breakdown

"You're actually a really good singer Blaine." Kurt said, realising he'd been smiling the whole time.

"Thanks, suppose."

Kurt wondered if Blaine ever took compliments off anybody of whether he just blocked them out from Kurt. Blaine interrupted his thoughts with something that took Kurt by complete surprise.

"What you doing tonight? Wanna go out somewhere?" Blaine mumbled.

Kurt stood shocked for a few seconds before answering, "Urrmm yeah… Yeah sure. Where? Scandals?" he could hear the worry shaking his own voice.

"Nah. Somewhere out of Lima."

"Oh. Ok..." Kurt looked down as he realised why Blaine would want to go out of town: he was ashamed to been seen out with him.

Blaine dropped his cigarette and seized Kurt's wrist making him flinch from the contact to the bruises "Look Kurt, tell anyone about this…. Just- Just don't. Ok? I don't normally do this shit. I'm more of a fuck and get over it guy."

"If you're ashamed to be seen with me Blaine, I'd rather not go out at all. Obviously your bad boy status is so precious to you."

Blaine looked up at Kurt with something Kurt had never seen before on his face and sighed. "Ok, Scandals it is. Pick up at 7."

Kurt smiled in reply. Blaine mounted his motorcycle and drove off into the distance.

Kurt sat and thought about what had just happened. He hadn't expected Blaine to give in that easily, or to have put up with Kurt's bitchy remark. He knew the look he'd seen on Blaine's face; happiness. It was as simple as that. Kurt's grin grew as he thought about the reason Blaine was happy for once. It was him. Kurt made Blaine happy.

Maybe there was more to Blaine than the bad boy shield he put up around himself.