Being around Blaine seemed to be getting harder and harder since that day at his place. All Kurt could think about when he saw him was the feeling of his lips on his neck. They had been so soft and gentle, completely different from what Kurt would have expected them to be. And the more he thought about it, the more he wanted. One night he had almost gotten hard just thinking about it, and it was seriously so frustrating because Blaine was there every day, flirting shamelessly with him, and Kurt wanted to give in, but he knew he would regret it later, so he couldn't.

Since their "moment", things hadn't really changed for any better. In a way, Blaine was acting the same way that he had for the past month or so, but somehow- Kurt's couldn't exactly place how- he seemed different. Whenever they were in the same room, Blaine wouldn't stop whispering dirty secrets into Kurt's ears, and would be touching him whenever he got the opportunity, yet it still didn't feel the same as it did before. All this annoyed Kurt more than ever because he really wanted to stop thinking about Blaine, but he was making it really hard! And on top of that, the stupid hickey was still there, acting as a constant reminder of Blaine.

It was probably the first time that Kurt was glad there was so much drama going on in Glee club, because it worked as a great distraction. With Sectionals right around the corner and the setlist for the competition still not prepared, everyone was getting really tense and stressed out. Mr. Schue had decided that he wanted new talents to rise and so had given the first solo to Sam and Quinn, and the second one to Santana, with a dance sequence by Mike and Brittany. Kurt personally thought it was great, even though he bitter about not getting a solo himself. It was about time someone other than Rachel and Finn got to be under the spotlight. Rachel, on the other hand, wasn't so agreeable. Then there was something else going on between Puck and Lauren Zizes- who had joined the club just a couple of weeks earlier on Puck's insistence- which Kurt hadn't gotten too deep into. Once the set list was decided, they were working so hard every day that Kurt could barely even keep himself awake long enough to eat food after he got home, much less daydream about a certain boy.

So far Kurt had been lucky and hadn't been completely alone with Blaine, so it figured that his luck would run out just 2 days before sectionals when he was on his way home after Glee practice and he ran into Anderson. Everyone else had already gone home, and the only reason Kurt was even there was because he had volunteered to make their costumes for their competition and had needed some material from his locker. It was already way too late, so Kurt wasn't even sure why Blaine was still at school.

Blaine had his hands in the front pockets of his faded jeans and he was humming softly under his breath, when he saw Kurt. He looked a bit surprised to see Kurt, but then he smirked and Kurt knew he was in trouble. He looked around half-heartedly, hoping someone would be around, but no luck. They were completely alone. Blaine walked towards him, looking delighted. Kurt tried to nonchalantly grab the stuff he needed from his locker.

Blaine stopped in front of him and leaned on the locker beside him. Kurt couldn't help but observe the way his eyes crinkled when he grinned. Blaine didn't say anything. He just stood there and looked at Kurt, moving his eyes all over Kurt's body. Kurt felt the blood rushing to his face as Blaine kept giving him bed eyes. Where is that damn cloth? Finally, he couldn't take the silence anymore.

"What are you doing here Blaine?" Kurt hoped his voice didn't sound as nervous as he thought it did.

Blaine's smirk just grew wider. "I could ask you the same thing."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Glee club," he said, not wanting to do the whole "I asked you first" thing.

"Detention." Kurt almost rolled his eyes again. Of course.

Ah, there it was. Kurt found the 5-meter long roll of red fabric hidden behind some of the extra clothes he kept in his locker and took it out and put it into his bag. He slammed the locker door shut and turned around to give Blaine a quick goodbye. He had been dancing and singing for the past 4 hours, not to mention he had spent all his free periods to make their costumes, so he was pretty exhausted. He just wanted to go home, eat something, and then get over with making the last of the costumes.

The universe had different plans for him because before he could even fully turn around, he was grabbed by the collar and slammed against his locker, and Blaine's mouth was on his own. All breath was knocked out of Kurt's lungs as Blaine kissed him passionately. Blaine's lips were so soft and insistent. Kurt's head was spinning. His first real kiss (Brittany or Karofsky didn't count). And oh god, it was amazing. After the initial shock wore off, Kurt started moving his lips and kissed Blaine back with just as much passion. Right now he didn't care about any consequences. He wanted this, and Blaine wanted this, and Kurt did not want to think right now.

Kurt felt his hands move up and grab Blaine's hair and pushed his head so that they were even closer than before. Blaine groaned, and oh my god that might be the most delicious sound I've heard in my entire life. They were so close their chests were touching, but Kurt wanted so much more. Blaine apparently had the same feeling before not a second later he untucked his shirt and put his hands under it. Kurt shivered as Blaine's warm hands contacted his cold chest. Blaine moved his hands down the side of Kurt's body and gripped his hips tightly, pushing him against the locker, making Kurt moan appreciatively. That was going to bruise.

Kurt felt Blaine's tongue lick his lips, surprisingly asking for permission, and at that moment, Kurt wouldn't have been able to say no to anything Blaine asked. He opened his mouth, and instantly Blaine's tongue crept in, exploring hungrily. Kurt kissed him back just as heatedly. Blaine pushed and Kurt's head slammed softly against the locker again, but Kurt didn't care. All this felt so good and so hot. Just as Kurt had gotten used to Blaine's tongue in his mouth, Blaine pulled away. Kurt groaned in frustration. Blaine chuckled softly and started sucking at his neck, just like the way he had done at his house. His mouth found the now almost faded hickey and started sucking and nipping on it. Kurt gasped and threw his head back, ignoring the way it throbbed when it hit the metal surface of the locker. Fuck, this boy was good. 

Diana Ross started playing. Wait, what? The sound was coming from his back pocket. Oh, his phone. His was phone was ringing. Kurt's head started clearing a little at the sound of his ringtone. Oh dear goodness, what was he doing! This was Blaine Anderson! This was the guy who beat up people, who got detentions every other day, who was the most typical bad boy ever, and who had made it more or less clear that he wanted nothing more than a hookup with Kurt. This was the guy who was still sucking his neck like there had been no interruption.

Kurt removed his hands from Blaine's (really soft) hair and pushed at his shoulders weakly, and then with a bit more force when he did not budge. Blaine reluctantly pulled away from his neck, but he did not completely move away, keeping Kurt pinned where he was. Blaine's lips were red and swollen and his eyes were blown. His hair looked messier than usual. He looked like he could barely keep himself away from Kurt. Kurt's phone started ringing again (when had it stopped?), pulling him back to reality. He took a deep breath and pushed Blaine again, with more determination now. Blaine didn't look happy about it but he took a step back, his hands slipping away from under his shirt. Kurt shivered again, because of the sudden lack of warmth, and because Blaine's gaze was still heavy on him. Kurt took a deep breath and side stepped Blaine, who didn't move. He took his phone out, already knowing who it was.

Dad

"I-I have to go." Kurt couldn't look at Blaine. His voice sounded rough, even to him.

"Kurt..." Blaine's voice was rough and filled with unidentifiable emotion.

Kurt took a hesitant step back, and before he could change his mind, he about-turned and fled.

He answered the phone as it rang for the third time, just as he was sitting down in his car. "Hey, Dad... Sorry, I got held up at Glee. I'm on my way home right now... yes I'm fine... I'm sure dad... Bye."

Kurt sighed and dropped his phone on the passenger seat. He threw his head into his hands and just sat there for a few minutes until the initial panic he felt was gone. It was then that he realized that he was hard. He was still hard. The effect this boy had on him... Kurt shook his head and took a shaky breath. He put the key in the ignition, started his car and drove. He still had a lot to do. He couldn't get distracted right now. Why did Kurt have a feeling that it was easier said than done?

The next day Blaine kept trying to get him alone, but Kurt made sure he was always with someone or the other. They did not talk at all. Kurt had been up till 4 am last night, sewing and finishing up their dresses, so he had barely gotten 3 hours of sleep. He had been so exhausted, he hadn't been able to even do his night routine, so he had to wake up early to make up for it in the morning (he didn't think his skin could take the blow if he didn't). That's when he saw the hickey he had been trying so hard to hide for the past week was back. Fucking great. Now he'll have to wear scarves for another week (he was going to do that anyway now that winter was so close, so what the hell).

Kurt had been so tired he had fallen asleep in the cafeteria. Apparently, his friends thought he looked like shit, because they didn't wake him up, and when he did wake up four hours later, the school had ended. Kurt couldn't even bring himself to care about the missed classes.

The next day- the day of sectionals- was a disaster. So many things were going on and everyone was completely out of sync. Kurt wished he could say he was an exception, but Blaine was in his head again and he couldn't focus at all. The Hipsters were great, and the Warblers were amazing. Everyone in the New Directions was tense and on edge, and just when Rachel, Tina, and Artie threatened to not go on stage, Mr. Schue finally decided to step in. He brought everyone to their senses, but it wasn't until Kurt was on the stage, facing an audience of hundreds of people, that he forgot everything else happening in his life, and focused on the present. Being on stage, Kurt felt alive. Even though he was just in the background, he felt like people could actually see him. It was being on that stage that reminded Kurt of how much he loved it, how bad he wanted it. He couldn't believe he let a stupid thing like a boy distract him from this even for a second.

They were amazing and Kurt knew it. He knew they were going to win, but it still came as such a surprise when it was announced that The New Directions had won the sectionals! They won. The day began with a rough start, but in the end, they won! The audience had given them a standing ovation, and was cheering for them, but Kurt could barely hear them over his own shouts of joy. It was only sectionals, and they still had regionals to go through before the nationals, but dammit if Kurt wasn't happy. They had worked so hard for this, and it had finally paid off. It was true that they would still be losers at McKinely, but right then, at that moment, while everyone was cheering for them and Mr. Schue was accepting their first place trophy, they were champions. 

Kurt was grabbed by the elbow, and before who could even process what was happening, he was pulled into the boy's bathroom. Kurt's defenses were immediately up, expecting the worst. He reflexively struggled out of the grasp and stepped back in alarm.

Kurt could barely register that it was Blaine before he was on him. Kurt's back hit the door as he was kissed hard. Blaine's hands went up inside Kurt's shirt and he held them there with a little force, almost like he was keeping Kurt there. When Kurt realized what was happening, all the alarms went up in his brain and he pushed Blaine away. Blaine made to kiss him again but Kurt put his palms on his chest, not allowing him to come any closer. This was not good. Kurt's heart was pounding in his chest and he was breathing heavily, his thought processes unclear. Blaine was staring at his lips. He pushed against Kurt's hands, going in for the neck this time. 

"Stop! Stop it Blaine." Kurt said breathlessly. This seemed to snap Blaine out his haze. Once his lustful gaze was gone, he looked frustrated... or was that anger?

"You are avoiding me." Blaine accused completely out of blue. A small part of his brain was screaming at Kurt that he was alone with Blaine Anderson and Blaine Anderson was standing really close to him and that he should get out of there, but mostly it was telling him to fuck all consequences and let the guy have his way with him.

"Blain- I- what?" Kurt stammered, looking at him with wide eyes, his brain not functioning completely with all the blood rushing south. Blaine crossed his arms and scowled at him, not saying anything. "I-I'm not avoiding you." He finally spluttered out, not meeting Blaine's gaze. It was true. He hadn't been avoiding Blaine. It was just a coincidence that the days after 'the kiss' he missed AP French (day one: because he fell asleep, and day two: because of sectionals). And he had not been coming late to English or leaving it as soon as he could just so he wouldn't have to talk to Blaine. Nor had he been turning around in the other direction whenever he saw Blaine. He had not. Not that Blaine had any right to ask about it just because they had shared one kiss (well this made it two, he guessed). It was not like they were dating or something. Because Blaine didn't want to date. Right.

Blaine looked at him incredulously. "You know Kurt, I am tired of this shit. You want me to kiss you, but then you want me to stop. You make out with me, and then you start avoiding me. What the fuck is your deal anyway?"

Kurt felt blood rise to his head and his face became red, but with anger instead of anything else this time, all his insecurities about being alone with Blaine forgotten. "My fucking deal is that you can't take no for an answer. I've told you a million times that I am not interested in 'hooking up', but you just don't understand, do you!"

Blaine scoffed. "Is that why you kissed me? Because you are 'not interested'?"

"You kissed me." Kurt was taken back to a few weeks ago when Karofsky had confronted him and accused him of the same thing. In a way, hadn't Blaine done exactly the same thing Karofsky had? It's a different thing that Kurt had wanted him to, but it couldn't exactly be defined as "consensual". Blaine had caught him off-guard. One part of Kurt wanted to scream at Blaine, to punch him, kick him, but the other part wanted to crawl into a corner and cry his lungs out, and one small part wanted to fuck everything and just kiss Blaine.

"You weren't exactly stopping me." Blaine sneered.

Kurt took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. He glared at Blaine. "Well I'm telling you to stop now. All you want is a one-night stand anyway. I can't possibly be the only other gay guy in this entire god forsaken town. I'm sure you'll find someone to satisfy your needs."

It was Blaine's turn to glare at Kurt. "You once told me that I didn't know a thing about you. Well, you don't know anything about me either, so don't presume to." And with that, he shoved past Kurt and slammed the door behind him.

What the hell was that supposed to mean?