Chapter 13

Blaine: Hi :)

Kurt: Shouldn't you be working?

Blaine: I can't. I have a serious problem.

Kurt: What?

Blaine: I think I'm addicted to your kisses.

   That face was absolutely adorable. :D

Kurt: Stop making me blush. 3

Blaine: But seriously. Can I come over today? I need to kiss you again.

Kurt: What about Finn? I can't imagine you'd want him finding out about us.

Blaine: He has afterschool spanish tutoring today. Something about needing to get his grades up so Sam doesn't take quarterback. Idk.

Kurt: And if anyone asks why you're coming over?

Blaine: You're tutoring me in french.

Kurt: But you're not taking french.

Blaine: More reason why I need a tutor.

Kurt: You can't just say I'm tutoring you in this class?

Blaine: Pfft. Like anyone would believe in need a tutor in THIS class. xD

Kurt: -.-

Blaine: Oh! Btw. Did you hear about Karofsky?

Kurt: You mean how Beiste said she'd kick him off the team if he laid a finger on me? Yeah.

Blaine: You don't seem too excited about it.

Kurt: I guess I've gotten used to not getting my hopes up. :/

The bell's about to ring. We better put our phones away.

Blaine: Kk. See you at our frenching lesson.

Kurt: Lol. Please tell me that was autocorrect.

Blaine: Sure… ;)

The bell rang and Kurt nervously walked down to the lunch room. It had been a rough couple of weeks and he knew things wouldn't go back to normal in a day, but he still had to try to make things right again.

He pushed open the doors to the cafeteria. He spotted a familiar table filled with two girls gossiping and laughing. Two girls whom he had neglected and blown off on countless occasions. Whose calls and texts he had purposefully ignored. Whom he had lied to and let down for reasons they probably saw as selfish. Two girls who were supposed to be his best friends. He wasn't sorry for pushing them away, but he didn't feel good about it either. Sucking up his pride, he made his way over to them and stood there awkwardly for a moment or two. A small feeling of fear filled him.

I wouldn't blame them if they didn't forgive me.

"Um, is anyone sitting here?"

Rachel and Mercedes stop their giggling and looked up him, not realizing he had been standing there. They exchanged a quick glance and Rachel gave a tiny nod before Mercedes stood up and walked over to Kurt. He couldn't quite read her face, but he had come to expect the worst out of everything. Kurt closed his eyes and his nose scrunched up a bit, as if he was already wincing at the barrage of insults that were sure to come.

But instead he found himself in her tight embrace.

Kurt's body relaxed and he quickly he returned the hug, almost collapsing into her arms. Mercedes held him even tighter and spoke straight into his ear.

"I'm so glad you're okay."

She quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek and then leaned back so they could look each other in the eye. A single tear made its way down Kurt's cheek and a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

"So am I."

A small laugh escaped from Mercedes and she quickly wiped away his tear before leaning into another hug. Moments later he felt another pair of arms around him coupled with the smell of Rachel's signature perfume.

"It's great to have you back, Kurt."

Kurt's smile grew even brighter as the trio embraced. He had no words; his smile said everything he wanted to.

Suddenly Rachel detached herself from the other two, looking as excited as a kid in a candy store.

"Ohmygod! We have to tell you about sectionals!"

Rachel grabbed Kurt's arm, dragging him over to his usual seat at the lunch table. He gave a small, involuntary laugh and he quickly found himself sandwiched between his two best friends, gossiping as if the past weeks never happened. And Kurt felt as though things could finally be normal again.

Or maybe be even better.

"And, this is, um, my room."

Kurt was nervous as he pulled open the door and let Blaine step inside. He surveyed the room quickly before turning to face Kurt with a quirky smile on his face.

"I've already seen your room."

Realization flashed across Kurt's face.

"Oh, right, the movie night."

His cheeks flushed with color and he had to look away from Blaine, who noticed the boy's blush immediately.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Blaine let out a small laugh.

"Kurt, you're blushing, what it is?"

Kurt was unable to meet Blaine's amused gaze as he stumbled through his answer.

"I, well, I just remembered how, um, good you looked that night."

Kurt quickly went to close the door in an attempt to hide his cherry red face. When he turned back around, Blaine was right in front of him.

He placed his hands on Kurt's hips, causing him to look down to once again to hide his blush. Blaine smiled, using his index finger to lift Kurt's chin so he was looking into his eyes.

"Did I ever tell you,"

He placed a quick kiss on Kurt's cheek

"How cute you look,"

Blaine tilted his head to kiss the other cheek before moving so their lips were brushing when he spoke.

"When you blush."

A smile appeared on Kurt's face as Blaine leaned forward a bit, closing the gap between them to place a sweet, chaste kiss on Kurt's lips.

A silence settled over them and Blaine turned his head, glancing around the room. He quickly realized that the only seat with space for two was the bed. This time it was his turn to blush as he let out a nervous cough and looked back to Kurt.

"So, do you want to…sit? Or something? I, uh, I mean if you wanted to do something else…"

Kurt quickly replied.

"Or something."

Blaine took a second to try to figure out what Kurt meant, but he was lost.

"…What?"

Kurt became flustered as he tried to explain.

"Well, uh, you asked if I wanted t- to sit, or something. So I said or something."

When Kurt saw Blaine just getting more confused he buried his face in his hands.

"Oh my god, that was so dorky. I can't believe I said that."

Blaine gently took hold of Kurt's wrists and uncovered his face.

"No, no it was cute! So, what was your 'or something'?"

Kurt gave a little grin and grabbed Blaine's hand, looking like a proud child showing off his latest arts and crafts project as he dragged him over to his workspace. Blaine saw the sewing machine and tilted his head to the side like a small puppy waiting for a treat.

"You sew?"

Kurt's head bobbed up and down.

"Mhmm, I mean it's just a hobby, I'm really more interested in theatre, but I still love to make clothes."

Blaine began to look through the pile of neatly folded fabrics, taking delight in each new pattern he found.

"I actually made the vest I'm wearing."

Blaine's face lit up and he began to run his hands over the fabric of Kurt's vest, taking note of the expert stitching and the impeccable craftsmanship before realizing that he was feeling up Kurt. His eyes went wide and he quickly removed his hands, a bit embarrassed as he changed the topic.

"So, um, why haven't I ever seen your sewing machine before?"

Kurt's nose scrunched up a bit.

"Oh, well I just recently moved it into my room, before it was out in the garage, but the heat was doing way too much damage to my fabric."

Blaine lightly tapped Kurt's nose.

"You are so cute when you scrunch your nose like that."

Kurt quirked his eyebrow.

"That is the third time you have called me cute in the last five minutes."

Blaine leaned back against the sewing table and opened his mouth in mock surprise while Kurt took a seat on his bed.

"You don't like it when I call you cute?"

"Don't be silly, I love it when you call me cute."

"Good, I'm glad you love it. Because I plan on calling you cute every single chance I get."

Blaine looked around awkwardly as their little moment died down.

"Um, can I sit on your bed?"

What? Why he would want to- oh. OH. Oh-oh god. Um, oh god what do I do? Oh god. Is he gonna think I'm a slut if I say yes? Ok, I should say no. Oh my god he'll think I'm prude. Alright. Act calm. Breathe. It's just us. You know, two guys, sitting on a bed. Together. No big deal. Just a boy. On my bed. BLAINE. ON MY BED. Ohmygod I don't think I can handle this. If I don't answer soon he'll think I'm a total dork.

"Uh, yeah. Of course."

They both settled onto the bed, the two of them sitting right up against the headboard. It was quiet for a few seconds, both of them adjusting to the new closeness, neither of them meeting the other's gaze.

Finally Blaine looked over at Kurt, who looked back at Blaine, and their eyes locked.

Blaine looked away shyly and couldn't help but turn his gaze on Kurt's lips. Kurt immediately took notice and his breathing picked up, his breath coming out in soft puffs as his lips parted. Blaine flicked his eyes back up to meet with Kurt's, their faces hovering mere inches away from each other's. They became suddenly aware of just how close they were; and on Kurt's bed no less. Their hearts began to beat faster and butterflies began to flutter in their stomachs.

They immediately turned into two kids at the very beginnings of young love. Still a bit awkward around each other, sometimes not knowing what to say, still giving each other shy glances and timid kisses, but enjoying every second of it.

Blaine's breaths were coming quicker now as he finally moved his face towards Kurt's, tilting his head slightly, drawing him into a tender kiss. Kurt relaxed as soon as their lips met, his eyes drifting shut as he rested himself on the headboard, a hand floating up and placing itself on Blaine's cheek.

Everything was soft and sweet and slow, no rush, no hurry, just enjoying the feeling of being together.

Blaine began to kiss Kurt deeper, shifting his body until he was practically lying on top of him. The breath left Kurt's body and his heart rate spiked along with the heat of the room.

The hand that was resting gently on Blaine's cheek was now joined by Kurt's other hand as he wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him closer, hungry for more of him. Blaine parted his mouth slightly, letting his tongue sweep across Kurt's bottom lip and causing him to pull away.

Blaine was breathing heavier and he had to catch his breath before speaking. His brow was scrunched and he looked scared, like he'd done something wrong.

"I- Is everything okay?"

Kurt licked his lips and gave a small nod, his breathing already back to normal.

"Yeah I just… I've never really made out with a guy before."

Blaine smiled, brushing a hand across Kurt's cheek.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Kurt immediately shook his head.

"No. No I want to I just… can I ask you a question?"

Blaine sat up a little.

"Sure. Anything."

Kurt ducked his eyes while he spoke.

"Are…are you a virgin?"

He then looked back up at Blaine as he nervously waited for an answer, only to be met with a loud, involuntary laugh that Blaine had let slip. He caught himself, realizing his reaction probably wasn't an appropriate answer.

"Sorry. I wasn't laughing at you I just…I wasn't expecting that kind of question. Yes, I'm a virgin. I've never even had a boyfriend before. I mean, my brother had some friends who were gay from his private school and I'd hook up with a couple of them sometimes but it was never anything serious... Are you?"

"A virgin? Oh yes. God yes. I've never had a boyfriend before either."

A strange looked formed on Kurt's face.

"What is it?"

"A- are we boyfriends?"

Blaine opened his mouth, but no words came out. He took a second to think before answering.

"I really don't know. I'm not ready to go public with this, not just yet anyways."

Kurt nodded his head in support.

"No, no I get it. It's fine."

"But I really, really like you Kurt. A lot. And you mean a lot to me."

Kurt brought his hand up to move a stray curl off of Blaine's forehead.

"I really like you too."

The shorter boy beamed and leaned in to kiss Kurt again. Kurt relaxed onto his pillows as he wrapped his arms around the other boy's neck.

The heat in the room rose when Blaine slid his tongue across Kurt's lower lip, causing the taller boy to let out an almost silent moan. As his lips parted Blaine moved in closer, licking the soft palate of Kurt's mouth and running his tongue along his teeth. Kurt hummed in delight as their tongues touched. Blaine pulled away after a moment or two, kissing his way down to Kurt's neck so he had a chance to catch his breath.

"God, your skin in so soft."

Blaine was speaking right next to Kurt's skin, the vibrations from his voice tickling his neck and making him squirm. Blaine's hand travelled up through Kurt's hair, who for once had no problem with someone touching it. He gripped it a little tighter as he started sucking a small bruise into the skin of Kurt's neck, just below his collar where no one would see it and Kurt couldn't help but let out a small whimper that sounded something like Blaine's name.

Kurt ducked his head down and pulled Blaine back to his lips, stifling his moan. Their faces were as close as they could be, their tongues lightly mingling and enjoying the taste of each other. Kurt wasn't sure how much more his heart could handle.

Suddenly they heard footsteps coming up the stairs and any and all heat was quickly dispelled from the room. Kurt practically jumped up from where he was laying, knocking Blaine back in the process. Kurt quickly grabbed his French book and opened it to a random page, then turned back to see that Blaine was still sprawled across the bed, hair falling in front of his eyes and looking adorably confused.

"Come here! My dad is coming; he wasn't supposed to be home for an hour!"

Blaine nodded quickly as he scrambled into a sitting position just as Burt knocked on the door.

"Hey, bud, you in there?"

"Yeah-"

Kurt caught the high pitch in his voice and coughed to correct it.

"Yeah dad, come in"

The door opened to Kurt and Blaine sitting straight up on the edge of the bed, hands folded in their laps, big smiles on their faces, looking perfectly innocent.

Burt gave a slightly confused smile.

"Oh, um hi Blaine. Is Finn home?"

"Um, no. I'm here to see Kurt."

Kurt cut it, blurting out his attempt to logically explain why he and Blaine were alone in his room together, though it only seemed to make things worse.

"Y-yeah we're frenching- I-I mean studying French! Blaine and I are studying French."

Kurt frantically grabbed his book and held it up as proof.

"See? Verb tenses!"

Burt nodded his head slowly, even more confused than before.

"Okay…Well, I was just comin' up to tell you I'm orderin' pizza. Do you want anything?"

Kurt was quick to respond.

"Dad! You know you can't have greasy junk like that! I can easily make us some healthier homemade pizza."

Normally Burt would have immediately begun to complain about 'homemade pizza' but he was too distracted by the odd picture in front of him.

"Alright. That's fine. I'll let you two get back to your, um…studying."

Burt was about to close the door when he turned back.

"Oh and Kurt?"

Kurt looked incredibly flustered.

"Yeah, dad?"

"Your hair, it's kinda stickin' up on the side."

Kurt and Blaine's face both turned a bright shade of red as they both remembered just how Kurt's hair had gotten messed up.

Kurt spoke hastily, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Kay, thanks."

Kurt gave a nervous smile and watched as Burt backed out of the room, closing the door as he went.

They both exhaled as soon as the door closed, not even realizing that they had been holding their breath. Kurt turned his head back to face Blaine.

"That was way too clos- mmpf"

Before Kurt could even finish speaking Blaine started kissing him again, eager to finish what they started.

And the second that their lips touched, Burt opened the door once again.

"Hey, Kurt I almost forgo-"

Blaine pulled away immediately, their eyes met with Burt's and well…

Have you ever had a moment where you see something and you really, really want to look away because you know the longer you stare the more awkward it will be, but your eyes are already locked on whatever it is you saw, and you just can't look away, so you end up staring for god knows how long until everyone involved is sufficiently embarrassed and there is no going back as the situation's awkwardness has just spiraled out of control?

That is exactly what happened.

Burt was the first to break the horribly awkward silence with a small, uncomfortable cough.

"Is he…are you two…um…?"

Kurt was still in shock when Blaine began to babble like an idiot.

"Ohmygod, sir. I'm so sorry, I mean I didn't….And, I just, and…we…"

As Blaine ran out of steam just as Burt put his hands up in an attempt to calm him down.

"It's fine, you know, whatever. Just, uh, tell me next time, okay?"

Kurt was mute, just giving a simple nod as Blaine hung his head.

Burt began to leave, but turned back to look at the pair.

"Oh and Blaine?"

The boy looked up, his eyes wide.

"Yes, sir?"

Burt pointed as he spoke.

"When you're here, this door, stays open."

Blaine nodded his head spastically

"Y-yes sir. I-I'm sorry, sir."

Burt gave a single nod and made his way back down the hall, leaving the two boys sitting there looking utterly mortified.

Kurt dreamily stood by his locker the next day, packing stuff into his bag after a long glee rehearsal. He was almost glowing, a bright smile beaming off his face. He was surrounded by his own little bubble of light and happiness, completely unaware of the pair eyes watching him from afar.

The same pair of eyes that had accidentally witnessed Kurt with Blaine in the locker room a few days prior.

The eyes shut tight, trying to push away the sickening images they had stumbled upon. Images almost as sickening as that smile on Kurt's face. A smile the owner of those eyes longed so deeply to smash.

A smile that, no matter how hard he tried to deny it, made him weak at the knees.

Dammit, this is stupid! I don't… no!

He stormed over towards the boy, preparing to send his cheerful little world crashing to the ground so he'd never have to see that damn smile again.

He sauntered by, his words grabbing Kurt's complete attention.

"You make a habit of forcing guys to kiss you in locker rooms, Hummel?"

There was silence in return but he kept walking, anticipating the stuttering reply that was sure to come.

"W-what did you say?"

Karofsky stopped walking and smirked when he heard those words, taking delight in the clear sense of horror that Kurt displayed. He turned around to see Kurt almost frozen in place, an unmoving hand gripping the small metal door as he stared straight into his locker, waiting for Karofsky to speak.

"You heard me. I saw your little fag fest with Blaine the other day."

Karofsky's words snapped Kurt out of his daze and he forced himself to stay calm, going back to placing his books in his bag, his words barely revealing the ball of nerves within.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Blaine and I are just friends-"

Karofsky let out a small, mocking chuckle.

"More like 'friends with benefits'."

Kurt slammed his locker shut with more force than he thought he contained and slung his bag over his shoulder, turning to place a frigid, unwavering glare on Karofsky.

"Look, I don't know what you think you saw, but nothing is happening between Blaine and me."

Kurt spoke with an air of certainty and briskly walked by Karofsky, head held high, thinking that he had just put an end to their conversation.

Karofsky let an evil grin creep onto his face as he watched Kurt walk past him, knowing he had the upper hand now. Kurt had just gone by him when he played his trump card.

"Well that's not how the whole school's gonna see it."

Kurt whipped around, his heart rate picking up as he looked at the other boy in complete disbelief.

"You wouldn't dare."

Karofsky turned towards Kurt with a wide smirk on his face, enjoying the feeling of complete control.

"The hell I wouldn't."

Kurt was completely appalled that even someone as deplorable as Karofsky would stoop to such a low and quickly shot back.

"Why?! What could you possibly gain from doing that to him?!"

You. God-! No!

Karofsky gave Kurt a sneer as he spat out his explanation, not daring to let his true reason be known.

"He stole my rep. With him gone I'll be on top again."

Kurt scoffed at him.

"You really think he'd leave?"

Karofsky took a few steps forwards as he spoke, attempting to intimidate Kurt, but he stood his ground with a firm glare.

"He'll have to. This school would tear him apart; I'd make sure of it."

Kurt gave a small shake of the head, almost disgusted with Karofsky's superficial thirst for vengeance.

"You 'rep' is seriously that important to you?!"

Karofsky spoke with pure fury, his words disguising the real motive of his anger.

"He catches me off guard and throws a few punches at me and all of a sudden he's tough shit? A fag like him doesn't even belong on the football team! And when I'm through with him, he won't be."

"Are you kidding me?! Look, you can live whatever lie you want to but don't act like I don't know what's really going on with you!"

You have no idea.

Karofsky brushed away the comment and walked past Kurt. He was not about to let his stupid personal thoughts take away his victory.

"Whatever. Have fun with your boyfriend, Hummel. He won't be around much longer."

Karofsky continued down the hall, pushing his nerves away and forcing a smile onto his face. He knew that, for now, he had won.

But Kurt's overwhelming wrath brought him to a whole new point of desperation. Enough to stoop down to Karofsky's level.

The larger boy was about to turn the corner when Kurt shouted down the hall, stopping him in his tracks.

"I don't believe in outing Karofsky, but if you do that to him I swear I will tell every last person at this school about you!"

Kurt's words echoed through the hallway, ringing in Karofsky's ears and all he could do was just stand there, feeling everything crash around him, all his confidence and victory. Panic pulsed through him, panic that was quickly eclipsed by blind rage as he charged towards Kurt, who had to lean up against the lockers to avoid the boy who was now towering over him.

"If you do that I swear I'll-"

Kurt rolled his eyes then stood up straight, forcing Karofsky to take a few steps backwards.

"You'll what?! You can't touch me, remember?! You'll get kicked off the team and your precious 'rep' will be nothing!"

Karofsky slammed his fist into the metal next to Kurt, who didn't even flinch as he stared Karofsky straight in the eye.

"I'm not scared of you anymore, David."

Karofsky refused to let himself enjoy the sound of his name on Kurt's lips.

Those lips…No! This is bullshit! I'm not- No!

Kurt began to gain momentum as he spoke, walking forwards and forcing Karofsky back until they were almost to the other side of the hall.

"God knows I have tried to be understanding towards you because you clearly can't handle what you're going through. I've taken all the shit you've thrown at me, but I will not let you do that to Blaine. You don't believe it? Try me."

Dammit.

Karofsky clenched and unclenched his jaw as his hands balled up into fists, wanting nothing more than to slam them into Kurt's face. But Karofsky saw the look in his eyes, the self-assurance, the determination, the ferocity, and he knew that Kurt was serious. It was a cheap move, but it was enough to force Karofsky into a corner. He had to back down.

"Fine. But don't think I'm just gonna forget about this."

And he wasn't. Blaine had taken everything from him; his pride, his rep,

Kurt.

This was far from over. Blaine was going to pay and Karofsky wouldn't stop until that damn smile on Kurt's face was gone for good. That smile he secretly yearned so bad to be the cause of. That smile that made him sick, that made him hate himself. That smile that Blaine wrongfully got to enjoy without the whole student body knowing. But not for long,

Because Karofsky was about to make Blaine's life a living hell.