It had been a few weeks before that he had begun receiving more and more schoolwork from Dalton, in preparation for their upcoming end-of-year exams. Once the study period for exams had commenced, Blaine threw himself into it, filling his head with calculations and historical dates and language syntaxes, in an effort then to avoid thinking about Kurt. Despite his heavy workload, Blaine had times where he ran out of academic material to study. During those times, there was one subject not related to the curriculum that Blaine had taken upon himself to research: the art of fellatio.

He had heard his fellow Dalton students go on and on about how wonderful it was, describing in great detail the exact methods their girlfriends used that gave them such pleasure. So Blaine began researching the topic on his laptop. The first time he accidently stumbled upon video of it, he hastily closed his laptop, blushing with embarrassment. But the more he watched, the more used to it he became and he began noting down the essentials he needed; mainly, how to elicit pleasure from the one receiving it.

So he began to practice his technique – first on lollypops, then, as the weather become warmer, popsicles. He thought if it came to the point where he would be willing to offer it to someone, he would at least know what he was doing.

He thought back to a time when he had broached Kurt with the subject.

'Have you ever…um…forced someone to give you head while you've been here?' Blaine had asked Kurt one afternoon, during another visit to McKinley. 'You know, like they do in the movies?'

He knew it was an odd topic to discuss with a friend, but once the initial shock of being asked such a question had passed over his features, Kurt had considered it thoughtfully.

'No. I've threatened to use it against the boys around here as a warning rather than anything else.' Then a sudden switch in his demeanor saw him staring at Blaine suggestively. 'Why do you want to know?'

'No reason,' Blaine said quickly, shrugging off Kurt's response. He hadn't brought up the subject with Kurt since, as he didn't want his friend to think of him as some sort of pervert.

After deciding he had had enough of studying for his first exam, he kicked off his shoes and walked over to his speakers. Choosing a piece from Vivaldi, he sank onto his bed, leaning his back against the headboard, knowing that if he lay down he would probably fall asleep from study fatigue. With his mental resources already exhausted, he let his hand get to work, moving down into his trousers that he couldn't be bothered to remove. He applied a firm grip on his cock and began to stroke as the tranquil sounds of flutes and violins filled the air around him. As he continued at the same easy pace, the music became quieter and more hushed, and at the same time Kurt Hummel came into his thoughts.

Blaine slowed down the movement of his hand, unsure of what to do. The image of the other boy lingered so Blaine decided to continue through with it while thinking back to the past afternoon. Blaine had never seen anyone so vulnerable. Kurt had let his defenses fall down and cried, his tears in response to the injustice that they had both suffered at the hands of a prejudiced few. Blaine didn't want him to suffer any more. If Kurt's response at Blaine holding his hand was any indication, then Blaine wanted to make him feel better.

His thoughts drifted back to when Kurt had kissed him, when he questioned why it was wrong that it had felt so good. And Kurt's blue eyes that sparkled with delight whenever Kurt trained them on to his. And the words Kurt used to flatter and tease him and get his attention. Blaine wanted nothing more right now than to comfort Kurt. He wanted nothing more than to touch him again.

He gasped as he applied extra pressure with his hand, shutting his eyes as he thought of ways in which he could show Kurt that he could give him what he needed. Then he imagined that he was pleasuring not himself but Kurt, applying more force as he pumped and squeezed himself, the sounds of the orchestra becoming louder and louder as Blaine's breaths became more unsteady.

'Kurt...' he groaned, letting the word linger on his tongue as his hand movements quickened. His wails had become louder than the music on his speakers, and he hoped that his parents had fallen asleep downstairs in front of the television by now.

As soon as it felt it had become all too much he climaxed, his hips bucking against his hand and his head arching back against the headboard, feeling the result of his orgasm soak through his boxers and trousers.

Blaine stared up at the ceiling, panting heavily. With his hand still down in his boxers he struggled before propping himself back up against his pillow, taking in a few deep breaths to calm himself. On doing so, he caught his reflection in the mirror of his dressing table.

He was smiling.

…

When Blaine entered the foyer of the school reception at McKinley on Saturday, he did not expect to find Kurt Hummel waiting for him there.

His hair was immaculate and his blue eyes were bright and clear. Blaine felt the slow thump of his heartbeat quicken as he approached Kurt and the robust, curly-haired female officer standing beside him.

'It's nice to see you out uniform,' Kurt noted. Blaine looked down at his black t-shirt and dark denim jeans which he had paired with his red canvas sneakers.

'Well, we don't attend school on weekends,' Blaine replied jokingly, and immediately realized his comment may have been insensitive; Kurt was wearing his McKinley uniform. But Kurt laughed lightly and Blaine's heart may have felt a little lighter by hearing it.

'Come with me; I want to show you something.'

The officer escorted them through locked security doors, but Blaine was able to walk beside Kurt. It almost felt surreal that he was able to do so; Blaine felt their shoulders brush a few times due to their close proximity.

'It's usually only reserved for families on weekends, but Officer Beiste was able to make an exception for me this time.'

'Good for you to get some fresh air, kid,' the officer, who Blaine guessed was Officer Beiste, mentioned in front of them.

Before Blaine could ask where they were going, they were standing outside in the open air. In front of them lay a large expanse of grass, surrounded by a barbed wire fence which stretched out into the distance.

'This is our school oval,' Kurt announced. 'We can only use it for supervised physical education classes and on weekends with our families during afternoon visiting hours.'

Near the bleachers, Blaine could make out a blonde female McKinley student walking by with her mother.

'Thirty minutes, Hummel,' Officer Beiste said, giving Kurt a stern look. 'I want to see you show up on time for gym class this afternoon.'

'Thank-you,' Kurt replied, and Blaine was surprised to see her move over to a spot by the far wall of the building. Kurt had already started to walk on to the oval and Blaine quickly picked up his pace to fall back in step with him again.

It had been windy that morning, but now the air was still and stagnant. Grey clouds loomed ahead and the air held traces of humidity that made even the slightest exertion uncomfortable. Even more unusual than the weather conditions for what was now late May was the fact that Kurt had been wearing his long sleeved hooded sweatshirt without a single drop of perspiration showing on his skin.

'You're probably wondering why I haven't visited you at Dalton lately,' Kurt said, keeping a slow but leisurely pace beside him, his hands clasped behind his back. 'I spent yesterday with my father in his workshop. I've always tried to avoid helping him with assembling car parts because I don't like to get grease stains on me, but I assisted him this time. It was nice to spend more time together. He told me he's been spending some time with Carol Hudson, Finn's mother. We're all going out for dinner together in a few weeks' time.'

They strayed to one side of the oval, opposing the bleachers. Blaine kept his hands in the pocket of his jeans but he couldn't help himself from sneaking glances at Kurt; the way in which Kurt's brown hair seemed even lighter outside even with the sun only just filtering through, and how his eyes warmed with admiration whenever he spoke of his father. He was grateful that Kurt had left his jumper unzipped, revealing his white t-shirt and his smooth, pale neck.

'I want him to be proud of me, you know,' Kurt continued, letting his hands swing to his sides. 'I've been trying to improve myself. I haven't joined in any fights lately, you'll be glad to hear.'

'I'm glad,' Blaine responded, nudging Kurt playfully. Kurt gave a tight smile beside him and continued walking.

'The weekend classes really only meant for catch-up,' Kurt said. 'But I've been taking on a few extra subjects, hoping that it will improve my standing here. They say if I continue doing well, I might even get an early release next month, assuming I do six weeks of community service. Technically, I'm a junior so if I can catch up on my studies, I might be able to get entry into senior year at a school in the fall.'

'Where will you go?' Blaine asked. He was still reveling in the fact that Officer Beiste wasn't trailing behind, keeping a watchful eye over them.

'I don't know – whoever is willing take me.'

Blaine glanced at Kurt again; his cheeks had become rosy from their stroll together. He marveled at the way Kurt bit his lip whenever he mentioned something that concerned him.

'Or whoever is willing to accept the fact that I have an ugly past that I can't change.'

Blaine shook his head in disbelief at Kurt's choice of words, and his response slipped off his tongue effortlessly.

'You're beautiful,' he said, letting his gaze fall on Kurt's face to remind himself of the fact. He felt Kurt stiffen beside him as he turned to face Blaine, frowning at him slightly.

'Uh…right,' Kurt mumbled, looking away, his cheeks an even darker shade of pink. Blaine was trying to recall the last time Kurt had teased him when Kurt took a sharp turn to his left, indicating for Blaine to follow him. He saw Kurt walk around a large bush and disappear around the corner. Blaine followed until he reached Kurt beside the wall of a large, rusty tin shed, housing gardening supplies for the oval's maintenance. The wall was slightly shaded by the tin roof, and the area was surrounded by the branches and leaves of oak trees which gave the space a heightened feel of privacy.

'I've walked past here many times, and I never actually noticed it until I walked by here one day with my father,' Kurt explained, looking around. 'But I like it here.'

Blaine thought it was an odd place to like; the shed looked as though it had seen better days and the ground around it was dusty. A few empty plastic crates stood by the wall, looking neglected.

'Why?' Blaine questioned.

Kurt pointed a finger upwards.

'No security cameras,' he said triumphantly. 'I've checked.'

Blaine noticed how dark the area had become without the sun shining through. Then comprehension dawned on him; the bleachers were out of sight and Officer Beiste was a few minutes' walk away. They were alone. Blaine's eyes darted to Kurt, watching him with interest.

'I've never mentioned how much I like your uniform,' Blaine said, eyeing it and Kurt. He took a step forward. 'It really brings out the color of your eyes.' The other boy gave him a funny look.

'Don't say that,' Kurt muttered.

'Why not?'

'Because that's all that my wardrobe at McKinley consists of,' Kurt replied. 'Two jumpers, three pairs of track pants and four t-shirts. It's hideous.'

'Well, it looks so much better on you than it does on any of the other boys here.'

As Kurt stared at him wordlessly, Blaine took another step towards him; if Kurt wasn't going to tease him, then maybe he needed some encouragement first.

'So, what was the real reason you brought me here?' he asked coyly. 'You could have just asked if you wanted to get me alone so you could take advantage of me.'

Kurt froze, but he was able to meet Blaine's gaze with cold eyes. Blaine wasn't expecting this response.

'Kurt, I was just playing with you.'

'Well, I don't like it,' Kurt replied. He sounded hurt, as if Blaine's words had wounded him somehow.

Blaine couldn't believe what he had just heard. 'So you can tease me and I can't tease you? Bit of a double standard, don't you think?'

'It's not like that,' Kurt said quietly.

'Well then, what –' Blaine began, but Kurt cut him off.

'Is that who you want me to be?' He felt anger rising in the other boy's voice. 'Because I can be that for you, you know.'

Blaine took a step backwards as Kurt's voice became dangerously low.

'Because that's what the boys think of me here. So why don't you bring your fucking friends over from Dalton so I can lure them away and take advantage of them, because they won't bat an eyelid. You think you can just come here and teas - tell me those things and pretend that it's all okay. Well, it's not. I thought you were different - but you're just an asshole like the rest of them.'

Blaine was stunned. He observed Kurt soundlessly as an uncomfortable silence stretched between them, trying desperately to think of something he could say to break it. Kurt had hugged his arms around his chest and he was looking down, his breathing rough and unsettled.

'Kurt…why are you being so mean?'

Kurt lifted his eyes to Blaine, and Blaine didn't need to hear his answer; they spoke volumes as they held his gaze sadly.

Because I can't have you.

'No,' Blaine breathed, aware that he was speaking out loud. 'But I can have you.'

The last thing he caught was the surprised expression on the other boy's face before he leaned in and kissed him.