A flurry of emotions was going on inside Kurt. He felt flustered, humiliated, shocked, but most of all, he felt angry. How dare Blaine just do something like that without his consent!? And infront of the entire class! It was a miracle that no one saw what had happened, but they could have, and then what could he have done!? And who exactly did he think he was! Just doing whatever he liked.

By the time the lunch break rolled around, Kurt had worked himself into such fury that he was sure if he saw Anderson's face again, he was going to punch it. Just thinking about him brought a scowl to his face.

He put his books into his locker and started towards the cafeteria. Just as he closed his locker, someone shoved him against it and disappeared around the corner before he could see who it was. But Kurt was familiar with those snickers- Karofsky and Azimio. He groaned as he got up, all his anger at Anderson replaced by resignment. His shouldered ached terribly and he knew they were going to bruise, but he was used to it by now. So he just sighed and carried on. He was already more than halfway through high school. Just a few more months and he'll be out of this hell hole.

"Hey Kurt." Mercedes and Rachel greeted him from their usual place in the cafeteria. The rest of the glee club wasn't there yet, although it wasn't unusual for some of them to not sit with them most of the times.

"You okay?" Mercedes asked noticing something off with him. Kurt sighed. There was no point in making her worry when there was nothing she could do about it.

"I'm fine. Just those neanderthals again." He set his salad down and started eating, avoiding her eyes, which he was sure were filled with pity.

Rachel must have sensed that he didn't want to talk about it so she quickly changed the subject. "Anyways! Mercedes told me you had first period with Blaine Anderson." Kurt groaned. Exactly what he wanted to talk about right now. But Rachel's eyes were twinkling and he knew he wasn't getting out of this.

"Yes. So?" He tried as casually as he could, but his anger came seeping back and must have poured out of his voice because Mercedes raised her eyebrows questioningly at him.

"So," Rachel continued,"I also heard that he was all over you!" Her voice was teasing now, completely oblivious to his emotions.

Kurt snorted, scowling at the memory. "He is an asshole." Not responding to her comment.

"He's hot." Rachel said dreamily.

"Also very gay. And you are in a relationship." Kurt raised his eyebrows judgementaly.

"Doesn't mean I can't admire a good physic and well toned muscles. Did you know he has a piercing? Totally hot." Some other day, and if he hadn't actually met Blaine, he would have been right there with Rachel mooning over the new guy, but now he didn't even want to think about him.

"Have good looks does not excuse his behaviour, Rachel."

"What the hell happened between you two anyways? What exactly did he whisper in your ear that had you so hot and bothered?" Mercedes winked at him and he refrained from groaning again. They weren't going to let this go.

"Like I said, he's an asshole. Can we not talk about this anymore?" Kurt said sourly, his appetite lost.

Mercedes looked like she wanted to argue but then Mike and Tina appeared, bringing Artie in their tow, so she didn't anything. Soon, the subject was changed and Blaine Anderson was forgotten.

"You are not getting out of this white boy." Mercedes whispered to him when no one was paying attention. Kurt sighed. Of course not.

Kurt had AP French thrice a week, and it was probably his favourite class, other than Glee of course, because none of the jocks or cheerleaders were smart enough to be in the class, which meant that he was actually in absence of all the stupidity. Sure there were still some students there who would sneer at him, but they didnt say anything or physically hurt him so he was fine. 

What was even better about the class was that there were odd number of students in the class, so whenever there were group or pair assignments, he was usually doing them solo, just how he prefered it, and just how he knew his life was going to be.

And because apparently Kurt had done something to upset the universe today, no other than Blaine Anderson walked into the class. Kurt grimaced when he saw him and immediately looked away, hoping that Anderson wouldn't see. Kurt knew it was implausible since there were only 15 students in the class as it was. He was proven correct when he heard him chuckle and sit on the empty seat beside him. There was a bitter taste in Kurt's mouth when he looked up at Blaine and found him eyeing him playfully. Kurt scowled and looked away again, preparing for the class. Where the hell was Mrs. Rosario?

"We meet again." Blaine smirked at him and Kurt rolled his eyes, not bothering with a response.

"Aw come on. Don't be like that." Kurt could see him stuck his lower lip out and blink at him, and he did not look cute. At all.

Thankfully Kurt was saved from having to hear his voice anymore when Mrs. Rosario finally rushed in and started the lesson.

Mrs. Rosario announced that she was giving oral assignments which they were to do with a partner. Most of the times, Kurt did those with the teacher herself since everyone else was already paired up, and so he got ready to got up to her, when he froze. Shit. Now that Blaine was here, there weren't odd number of students anymore, and since there was no way anyone else was going to work with him, he was going to have to do it with Blaine. Could his day seriously get any worse!?

Blaine seemed to have had the same revelation as he turned towards him and grinned. This was going to be disastrous. What was Blaine doing in AP French anyways. Did he even know French?

"Vous avez le corps d'un chien et le QI d'une durée de cinq ans." Kurt really hoped Blaine didn't know French.

"Did you seriously just say that I have a body of dog and IQ of a 5 year old?" Blaine raised his right eyebrow, which Kurt once again noticed was pierced, and looked at Kurt in amusement.

Well shit, he did know French then. This wouldn't be as fun if he couldn't insult Blaine without him realising what he was doing. Kurt tried to be dismissive when he said,"Ah so you aren't in the wrong class afterall."

Kurt didn't know what kind of a reaction he had expected, but he certainly hadn't expected Blaine to burst into laughter, and then say in perfect French,"Don't worry sweetheart. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be." He winked at Kurt lewdly. Kurt prayed that his face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Since you are not a complete moron, we should get back to the oral assignment." Mrs. Rosario had given each pair a topic about which they were supposed to converse.

Blaine leaned in, and before Kurt could stop him, whispered in his ear,"Oh I can think of a few ways we can do the oral assignments for you." This time Kurt knew the red on his face showed, both from anger and... what else? What else did Kurt feel right then? Kurt brushed it off and gave him a glare which he knew has shut up bigger men. Blaine seemed unfazed, smirking evilly.

Kurt huffed and scowled at him. "Can you please just stop with the vulgur jokes and be serious for once."

"I like it when you say please. I'd like it even more when you are moaning it in my bed as I'm pounding my dick into you." Blaine's voice was a low growl, and only Kurt could hear what he said. He would have punched Blaine right there infront of everyone had he not been so shocked. He just gaped at him with his jaw dropped, scandalized. How could someone just say something like that.

Blaine chuckled. "You are adorable."

Kurt snapped out of it and opened his mouth to yell at the son of a bitch, not caring if he caused a scene. But before he could do exactly that, Mrs. Rosaria interupped him and said,"I don't hear any French, Mr. Hummel."

Saved by the impatient teacher. Kurt just glared furiously at him, and started talking about their topic in French, not caring if Blaine was following him or not.

Surprisingly, Blaine was really good at French, almost as good as Kurt, and he had to admit, some of his thoughts were pretty smart. They spent the rest of the period doing their assignment, and Blaine did not make any more inappropriate comments, furthermore surprising Kurt. He felt intellectually stimulated after a really long time, as much as he hated to admit that it was because of Blaine.

Once the period was over, Kurt collected his notes and shoved them into his bag, ready to get away from Anderson as soon as possible. But Blaine had other ideas as he stepped infront of him, blocking his way.

"What." Kurt snapped irritatedly.

Blaine stood there for a second with a devilish smirk on his face without saying anything. Then, without a warning, he took a step into Kurt's personal space, causing Kurt to take a step back and have his back knock into the desk. He hugged his bag tightly and silently willed him not to come any closer. But of course he did. He took another step closer, completely trapping Kurt against his desk. His eyes had gone dark and he was looking at Kurt almost hungrily. Kurt swallowed and tried not to lick his lips, which had suddenly gone dry. Blaine said in a low voice,"You can play hard to get as much as you want baby, but in the end, I will get you. I always get what I want, and I want you." With another smirk in his direction, Blaine stepped back and walked out of the class, which Kurt now realised was empty.

Blaine hadn't even touched him this time, so then why was his heart beating so loudly? And why was it that each encounter with Blaine left him struggling to breathe?