Chapter 3 – Dust Bowl Dance

Blaine rolled awake, looking over at the person next to him. He was naked, just like Blaine, with blonde hair and tanned skin. He was faced away from Blaine, so he got a good look at his muscular back.

Blaine rolled over and groaned as he recounted the night before.

Right after the fight with Kurt, Blaine felt horrible and did the only thing he knew how to do; drink his problems away. He climbed on his motorbike and drove off into the distance, ignoring the rain that was threading to fall.

He rode all the way out to Scandals, his favorite bar. The one he tried to tell Kurt about.

He swiftly parked and got off his bike, pulling out his fake I.D which he showed to the bouncer when he walked up to the doors.

The bouncer just grunted and let him in, not even looking at his I.D card. Blaine walked over to the bar and ordered his drink.

Soon, a tall ginger asked if he wanted to dance.

"Sure."

Blaine and the ginger, Derek, danced for a few hours.

"Let's go to the back room, yeah?" Derek asked, grinding up against Blaine.

Blaine nodded and he was led to the restroom at the back of the club. There were already people making out around the doors but soon, Blaine was yanked inside the room and then was quickly ravished by a mouth on his.

Soon, a hand snaked its way down Blaine's pants and boxers. The hand roughly grabbed him and started stroking, Blaine returned the favor.

A few moments later, they were both cleaning themselves up.

"So, that was fun." Derek said, leaning into Blaine's personal space.

"Yeah." Blaine replied, moving towards from the ginger.

"Wanna do it again sometime?" He ran a finger down Blaine's arm and towards his soiled jeans.

"Sure, same time tomorrow?"

"Can't wait." Derek palmed Blaine and then left, winking on his way out.

Blaine leaned against the cool tiled wall, He shook his head and pushed himself up, off the wall and went back out for more.

He sat back down at the bar and sipped his drink that he ordered before but never finished. Just like last time, a man came over to Blaine. Slightly shorter than Blaine with tanned skin and blonde hair. He was a bit more muscular than what Blaine usually liked but that didn't seem to stop him.

"Hey there," A deep voice purred.

"Sup." Blaine drank the rest do his drink and spun around to face the handsome man.

"I'm Stephan." He held out his hand.

"Blaine."

"Wanna get outta here?" Stephan said, slotting his hips with Blaine's.

"Your place or mine?"

Blaine quickly paid for his drink, grabbed Stephan's tie and pulled him out of the bar and into a cab that was nearby.

As soon as they got into the cab, they both pounced on each other.

The rest of the night was fuzzy for Blaine. He remembered undressing, groping and pounding into a tight, pulsing heat.

Blaine was brought out of his flashback by a grunt for the other side of the bed.

"Hey," Stephan said, climbing on top of Blaine.

"Yeah?"

"So I was thinking," He dragged a hand down Blaine's chest. "Wanna go grab coffee? I know a great little place down by –"

"- Look, I don't know what you think this is but," Blaine moved from under the other boy. "This was a onetime thing. Y'know, fuck and chuck, hit it and quit it, hump and dump. Whatever works for you."

He looked at Stephan's face, noticing the way his face falls, just like Kurt's

"No, Blaine, no! You will not keep thinking about him. He's nothing but a pretty face... and voice and personality, with a voice like an angle – No!" Blaine scolded himself.

"Okay." Stephan whispered, getting off Blaine and re dressing himself quickly. "I knew it was too good to be true."

When Stephan finished changing, he flashed a quick smile at Blaine then headed out. Blaine heard the door slam close and huffed back down on the bed. Blaine threw an arm over his eyes and sighed deeply.

Blaine sighed, got up to get changed and then headed to school. He knew he'd probably run into Kurt but he didn't really care. Yeah, he didn't care about Kurt. Kurt was nothing to him. At least that's what he kept telling himself anyway.

Kurt slowly opened his eyes and groaned at the constant thumping in his head.

"That's what you get for crying over boys, Kurt." He told himself.

"Evening," He heard his dad say from behind him.

Kurt turned and saw his dad lying next to him with a sad look in his eyes and then looked behind him, at the clock.

11:30

"Wanna tell me what happened?"

"N-No." Kurt said stubbornly.

"Kurt," His father warned.

"I-It's nothing, weally Daddy. Honest." Kurt lied, sitting up.

Kurt hated lying to his father and almost never did it, but he didn't want his father to get involved in something that was as stupid as this.

Burt stared into Kurt' young, innocent, doe-like eyes. He saw so much hurt and pain inside them and wanted - needed to make sure that something like this never happened again but then again, Kurt was as stubborn as both his parents put together.

They stared at each other for a long time before Kurt broke down in tears. As stubborn as Kurt was, he was never any good at keeping a straight face.

Burt was quick to act and held his baby boy close while he sobbed and clawed at his back, nails digging through his shirt and into his skin.

"Shh, Shh, Shh." Burt soothed, rubbing Kurt's back and kissing his hairline.

"I-It's so unfair, Daddy! I-I t-though he ca-cared!" Kurt screamed into his father's chest.

"Who, baby, who?" Burt asked softly.

Kurt just cried harder.

20 full minutes of Kurt crying when he passed out. But let him sleep as he made him and Kurt something to eat.

10 more minutes passed and Kurt finally woke up to see Burt holding two plates of waffles, smiling warmly.

"Hey, feelin' any better?" Burt asked, holding out a plate for Kurt.

"N-No." Kurt whimpered as he grabbed the plate. "Thank – thank you though."

Burt chuckled. "I know how much you love my waffles." He ruffled Kurt's hair playfully.

Kurt smiled a tiny bit as he cut into the food and ate, along with Burt.

After they were finished eating, Burt picked up their plate and brought them down to the kitchen skin and washed them.

Kurt stayed in bed for a moment more before going downstairs to fall on the couch and watch TV.

Burt wondered over to his son and sat down next to him. Kurt looked shyly over to Burt who smiled and opened his arms. Kurt instantly climbed into his lap and snuggled into his neck, breathing in the familiar scent. His thumb was slowly moving towards his mouth and soon, it was inside and he was sucking it gently.

Kurt soon fell asleep once more. Burt picked Kurt up and carried him up to his room. He tucked Kurt in, kissed his forehead and left to go to bed himself.

In the morning, Kurt got dressed in a green shirt with a blue bow tie, white skinny jeans, pink suspenders and black shoes. He placed his glasses over his bloodshot eyes and styled his messy hair quickly.

He knew it was stupid to be this upset over someone he never had but, like he said to Blaine, no one had ever really been interested in him. Apart from his parents and Mr. Perry. No one his age was interested in him. Especially a boy. An attractive boy. An attractive boy you found him attractive.

Breakfast went by in a flash and soon, Kurt was at in the car, being driven to school. The car ride was silent and awkward with Burt asking too many questions.

"You sure you wanna go to school? I can turn around right now."

"I'm fine."

"You sure 'cause –"

"- Daddy, I'm fine." Kurt stressed, placing his arm on his fathers in attempt to calm him.

"I just worry Kurt, that's all."

"I know, Daddy." Kurt carefully leaned over to kiss Burt's cheek.

"Can you at least tell me who made you this upset?"

"No."

"But –"

"I said no, Daddy. Weave it at that. Pwease." Kurt looked at his father with his big pouty eyes.

Burt just sighed and looked ahead at the road.

The rest of the ride was quite. Kurt kept looking over at his dad, hoping to catch his eye but Burt kept looking straight forward, fingers tightly clutching the wheel. Kurt felt tears forming in his eyes as his father continued to ignore him.

When they arrived at McKinley, Burt still continued to look away from Kurt, waiting for him to leave.

"Daddy?"

Nothing.

"Daddy, pwease."

Silence.

"Wuv, you." Kurt sniffed and left the car.

Burt quickly drove out of sight and Kurt found himself with tears in his eyes, looking out to where Burt's car had just left.

Kurt rearranged his glasses and bow tie before walking to class. Just like yesterday, he ran directly into someone.

"Sowwy." Kurt apologized.

Suddenly, he found himself being thrown into the ground and his glasses flying off his face.

"Watch where you're going next time, faggot!" The person sneered and walked off, smashing Kurt's glasses along the way.

Kurt whimpered slightly as he heard the crunch of the glass from his glasses. He looked around but saw nothing but a mass blur. He whimpered again. He tried to get up but was kicked back down when someone walked into him.

"What the -?" A women's voice said.

Kurt looked up and saw a purple blur.

"What are you doing, Lady Face?" The women asked.

"I-I-I –"Kurt stuttered.

"Come on." Kurt found himself being pick up on to his feet.

"W-Where are we g-gowing?" Kurt asked.

"Just wait." Was the only reply Kurt got.

The pair walked in silence. Kurt felt strong yet feminine hand gripping his arms as he was steered towards some place. He pushed through groups of people and soon, through a doorway. He heard murmurs of people speaking and was directed to the corner of the room where he was sat down on a bed.

Kurt stayed seated and tried to hear the conversations from the other side of the room. He soon gave up and started swinging his legs back and forth from off the bed. He started humming when a voice shouted to him.

"Keep quiet!"

Kurt instantly shut his mouth.

A few moments later, Kurt felt something settle on his nose. He looked around and saw everything clearly.

"W-What?" Kurt reached up to his face and felt another pair of glasses on his nose.

He looked around and saw a tall woman with short blonde hair wearing a purple jump suit looking. She was looking right at him.

"What are you staring at, Pear Hips?" She snapped.

"S-Sowwy."

"Oh. God. You have a lisp. Could you be anymore geeky?"

Kurt felt his cheeks heat up and looked away from the woman.

"Well, now that I've helped you, you gotta help me." She suddenly said.

"Sowwy –"

"Please stop talking. Anyway, I need a new head cheerleader, and I've heard you sing. I need something to tip me over the edge and claim my tenth world championship and with my fantastic cheer routine and you singing like Dianna Ross, I'll surely win." She concluded, crossing her arms and smirking.

"Wh-Who are you?" Kurt asked.

"Coach Sue Sylvester, best cheerleading coach in the world with nine world champion titles and with you on my squad that will soon change to ten."

"O-Okay."

"Great. Now, you need to change out of those horrible clothes and put on your brand new uniform."

"U-Uniform?"

"Here," Sue handed Kurt a black duffel bag. "Close the curtain and put these on, I'll be waiting."

Kurt slowly got up and closed the curtain as Sue asked and looked at the bag. He zipped it open and peered inside. A red and white cheerleading uniform with WMHS printed on the front of the top sat inside. He picked them up and started undressing. Soon he was completely changed.

The curtain zipped open and Sue stood outside, smiling gleefully.

"Perfect. Follow me to my office." She quickly left and Kurt stood there bewildered.

Kurt followed the woman. The both walked into a small office filled with trophies. In the back there was a desk filled with papers and more smaller trophies.

"Sit." Sue ordered.

Kurt sat on one of the two plastic chairs that where in front of the desk.

"Now," Sue moved over to the other end of the desk and sat down on the chair that was placed there. "Practice every day from 6-8am and then again from 4-7pm. No excuses."

"B-But I have Gwee practice on Monday, Wednesday and Fwiday's." Kurt protested

Sue sighed. "Fine. But I expect you to be on time every other practice's." She warned.

"Okay." Kurt said and nodded.

"Good, now, get the hell out of my office." Kurt was quick to move.

Once he was outside, he brushed his uniform down and re arranged his glasses. He walked over to his locker and started to get his books out.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold the fuck up. When did king of the dweebs become a Cheerio?"

Kurt looked over behind him and winced.

"C'mon, Santana. Be nice to the newbie. Hello, I'm Quinn." Quinn greeted in her sugary fake voice and smile.

Santana scoffed. "Well, I'm off to meet Blaine and make the beast with two backs, if ya know what I mean?" She winked at Kurt the stalked off, swinging her hips.

Kurt felt a huge pang on pain in his chest as she walked off. He turned to his locker and collected his books with tears in his eyes.

"I'm off too, bye." Quinn ran off after Santana, not even sparing a second glance to Kurt.

"- But love the one you hold, and I'll be your goal. To have and to hold. The lover of the light – Oh, hello Kurt." Mr. Perry waved as he walked by.

"H-Hello." Kurt waved back weakly.

"Since when did you become a cheerleader?" Mr. Perry asked, looking at Kurt's attire.

"Umm, this morning." Kurt said.

"Well look at you, rising to the top of the food chain already on the second day." Mr. Perry praised.

Kurt blushed and looked down, smiling like an idiot.

"See ya!" Mr. Perry flashed him a smile and walked off.

"Bye." Kurt replied softly, still blushing.

Kurt shook his head and continued to collect his books. Just when the bell went, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and was pulled back into a warm, solid body.

"Hmm, you look so fucking sexy." An unfamiliar voice purred.

Kurt squeaked and struggled to escape the strong grip.

"Where you going, baby?" The voice purred once more.

"W-Wet go of me." Kurt wrestled the grip until he finally escaped and was able to get a good look at the person. It was a male. He had medium ginger hair and a lanky build. He had bright blue eyes and small freckles covering his face.

"Name's Derek." He breathed.

Kurt tried to run away but got pinned to the lockers. Derek had grabbed Kurt's wrists and pinned them above his head. Kurt looked around and saw that everyone had already gotten to class.

"So soft." Derek murmured, nosing Kurt's left cheek.

"Weave me awone." Kurt whimpered, trying to move away but failed.

The grip on his wrists tightened and twisted upwards.

"Ahh!" Kurt screamed.

"Just stay quiet, this'll be good. Promise." Derek pushed his hips into Kurt's and groaned.

Kurt felt tears run down his face. 'Someone please help me.' He pleaded silently.

Derek chuckled and pressed even harder into Kurt's and groaned even louder.

'Please, please, please,' Kurt chanted internally, squirming away from the other body.

"Stop moving around." The ginger grunted.

"S-Stop!" Kurt wailed, hoping someone would hear him.

"I said, shut up!" Derek shouted, pulling tightly at Kurt's wrists.

Kurt kept crying and shouting until something was shoved roughly in his mouth.

"There, finally." Derek huffed.

Kurt tried to scream but the thing in his mouth was muffling most of the sound.

"Scream all you want, I quiet like it actually. Scream you little slut." He head butted Kurt's forehead.

Kurt's head slammed backwards and he soon felt very dizzy and groaned in pain.

"That's right, get into it you little whore." Derek hissed in Kurt's ear.

Derek managed to use one hand to pin both Kurt's. He used his now free hand and wrapped it around Kurt's neck. He slowly squeezed until Kurt could no longer breathe. Kurt's eyes widened and struggled even more against the hold. Derek dropped his hold on Kurt's wrists and used that hand to grip Kurt's thigh tightly. He slammed Kurt against the lockers once more and tightened his both of his grips on Kurt.

Kurt felt darkness seep into his vision and soon sagged down, too weak to do anything else. He heard the other boy laugh harshly and then he felt the hand move from his neck and down run up under his shirt. He felt nails scratching down his chest and digging into his right thigh.

"Hey!" They both looked over to where to voice came.

Mr. Perry. Again.

Derek looked over and quickly made a run for it but Mr. Perry was surprisingly fast and caught the other boy before he even made it two feet. He tackled him down and easily over powered him.

"The fuck you think you're doing?" Mr. Perry growled, sitting on top of the boy.

Kurt flinched at the teachers tone, sinking down the lockers on to the floor.

"I-I just – I mean – I –" Derek stumbled.

"Save it." Mr. Perry reached behind and pulled out his phone, dialing 911.

20 minutes later, the police arrived and took Derek away and started questioning Kurt.

5 more minutes later, Derek and the police were gone so Kurt and Mr. Perry were alone.

"You okay?" Mr. Perry asked stupidly.

Kurt looked at him and started crying. Mr. Perry quickly dropped to his knees and side hugged Kurt.

"Wanna go home?" He asked after a while.

Kurt nodded.

Mr. Perry stood up and held his hand out for Kurt. Kurt looked at it but didn't move.

"Can you walk?"

Kurt shrugged.

Mr. Perry huffed and dropped down to Kurt level and picked him off the floor. Kurt squeaked and tried to move but was to emotionally exhausted, so he slumped back down against the older man's chest.

They moved throughout the school undisturbed by anyone and was soon by Mr. Perry's car.

Kurt was carefully placed in the passenger side seat and buckled himself in while Mr. Perry walked around the other side and got in himself.

Mr. Perry turned the car on and started driving. After a few moments, Mr. Perry turned in the stereo and P!nk's 'Raise Your Glass' blasted out.

"- So raise your, so raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways. All my underdogs, we will never, be never be anything but loud, nitty gritty dirty little freaks –"

"Sorry," Mr., Perry said and turned it down.

He looked over to Kurt who was tucked up in the chair with an arm wrapped round his legs as he stared out the window. He sighed and went back to driving.

Kurt was in his own little head space, re-living the past events. The touching, pain, everything. He couldn't get the image of the ginger out of his mind. He kept hearing his laugh and felt his hands all over.

Kurt was so lost into his thoughts, he didn't realize that they were at his house. He also didn't notice that he was scratching his left arm, hard. So hard that small flecks of blood started flowing down his arm.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop that." Mr. Perry softly grabbed Kurt's arm and looked into his eyes.

Kurt gasped when he felt the older man's hands on his and when he was looking into his eyes.

"None of that now." The teacher whispered.

Kurt was hypnotized by his warm, kind, brilliantly green eyes. They were so filled of compassion and concern and love. They cared so much for Kurt and were so, so beautiful and unique, hidden behind his glasses. So soft, loving, angelic. They were so perfect.

Kurt didn't know what he was doing until he did it.

He moved slowly and pressed his lips against Mr. Perry's.