Chapter 4 – Feel The Tide

As Blaine trailed to school he thought of Kurt. With his adorable glasses, his breathtaking voice, perfect pale skin, soft brown hair and his eyes. His gorgeous, heavenly eyes. Not blue, not grey, not green but a mix of all. Including some small flecks of yellow that appeared rarely.

He also loved the way Kurt dressed. Brightly coloured shirts with his cute bow ties and suspenders and his tight, tight, tight jeans, that showed off his perfect ass in the best way possible.

Blaine hit his head when he realized he was thinking of Kurt.

"Fuck, forget it. I'm not going today." Blaine muttered to himself as he turned the other way and headed back down to Scandals.

He caught a taxi and made his way down to the bar. When he got out of the car he spotted his motorbike, which he left from yesterday. He shook his head and heading inside.

He quickly showed the bouncer his fake I.D and slipped inside. He maneuvered his way through the dance floor and towards the bar. He ordered his drink and waited. When his drink came, so did a tall attractive African-American man too.

"Lucas."

"Sorry?" Blaine turned around and faced the other man.

"My names Lucas." Lucas said. "Let's dance."

He pulled Blaine by the hand on to the dance floor. Maroon 5's 'Moves Like Jagger' started playing while the pair danced. The grinded against each other till the sexual tension was at its peak.

"Backroom?" Lucas breathed out, leaning into Blaine's neck.

Blaine just grunted and pushed him towards the backroom.

10 minutes later, they both came out with smiles on their faces and soiled pants. They both parted ways as soon as they came out.

Blaine moved back to the bar and drank his drink.

20 minutes, six drinks and seven people later, Blaine found himself at the backroom with his eighth.

'Evan, Robin, Tyler, Jackson, Danny, Alex, Ian and now Clive? No. Carter? No.' Blaine thought as went through his mental fuck list and he rubbed up against... Cameron? He didn't know. Ha didn't care.

They soon finished up and as Blaine left he felt a pair of arms pull him aside.

"Hey, sexy." A deep voice said in his ear.

Blaine spun around and saw a familiar ginger headed boy.

"Derek." Blaine said and nodded towards the other boy.

"Aww, you haven't forgotten me yet, I'm touched."

"Aren't I supposed to touch you?" Blaine flirted, gripping Derek tightly through his pants.

"Damn straight."

15 minutes later, the boys came out with smiles on their faces and Derek limping slightly. They boys made their way over through the dance floor and sat down at the bar. As Derek sat himself down, he hissed slightly.

Blaine just chuckled.

"So Blaine, where do you go to school?" Derek asked, sipping his Whiskey.

Blaine tensed. He never talked to anyone after their little 'sessions'.

"You don't have to tell me, I'm just curious. I'm not gonna get attached if that's what you're worrying 'bout." Derek reassured, finishing his drink.

Blaine relaxed slightly. "Fine, I go to McKinley. You?"

"Dalton."

"I used to go there, got kicked out." Blaine said, ordering another round of drinks.

"Really?" Blaine nodded. "How did I not see you there before?"

Blaine shrugged. "I was leader of the Warblers but other than that..." Blaine drifted off.

Derek whistled and drowned another drink then ordered another.

"So Blaine, any cute boys at McKinley?" Derek asked suddenly.

Blaine was taken aback. There was Kurt. But he wasn't just cute, he was beautiful, he was charming, he was angelic. He was perfection.

"Blaine?" Derek snapped his fingers in front of Blaine's face.

"Huh? Sorry, what?" Blaine looked around.

"Any cute boys at McKinley?" Derek asked once more.

"Ehh, one." Blaine waved it off like it was no big deal.

"Oh, really? What's he like?" Derek questioned with an evil glint in his eyes, but Blaine didn't seem to notice.

"Tall-ish. Slim. Pale skin, brown hair, blue eyes." Blaine described Kurt In as little detail as possible.

"And his ass?"

"Soft. Firm, pert, perfect." Blaine said, getting lost in his thoughts.

"Brilliant." Derek whispered, licking his lips.

"Yeah, he is..." Blaine trailed off once more, almost missing Derek's question.

"... dresses like?"

"Uhh, bow ties, suspenders. That sort of stuff."

"So you're into the whole nerd thing then, aye?" Derek winked.

"No," Blaine huffed. "No, no, just his ass. It's pretty much the most perfect ass on the whole fucking planet."

"Interesting," Derek murmured, putting all the information together and forming a split image of Kurt.

"So, what about you, huh? Any boys you got your eye on?" Blaine wondered, sipping his drink.

"Not really, they're either straight or want a relationship."

"So what's your type then?"

"Umm, skinny, soft white, blue eyed, brunette, higher voice range nothing in particular, really." Derek finished lamely, hoping Blaine didn't catch on to him describing the person Blaine had just described.

Luckily, Blaine was stuck in his head and started picturing Kurt in compromising positions.

"Hey, listen, I gotta head off, see ya later." Derek waved Blaine off and rushed out.

Blaine waved back and returned to his drink, getting lost in his thoughts of Kurt.

"Hey," Blaine looked around and found a small petty Asian woman standing there, sticking her chest out and licking her lips.

Blaine smirked as he looked her up and down. "Hello."

"What's your name?" She asked seductively.

"Blaine."

"Angie," They shook each other's hands and went to the back room.

Two minutes later, Blaine once again, came out with a smile in his face.

10 minutes passed and Blaine had been three more people, two men and one girl, and had two more drinks.

'Okay so Lucas, Evan, Robin, Tyler, Jackson, Danny, Alex, Ian, Chris or Charles or whatever the fuck his name was, Derek, Angie, Tammy, Julia and James.' Blaine, once again, went through his daily fuck list.

Blaine called it a successful day and headed out. He stumbled slightly as he walked to his bike. It took him three times until he finally successfully got it started. He drove off and drifted from left to right in his lane.

Soon after he started driving, a police car tagged him down.

"Hello officer." Blaine greeted casually.

"Sir, do you know why I stopped you?" The police officer asked.

"Not a clue."

"Stand up please, sir."

Blaine slowly got up and stood still.

"Walk ten feet, spin around and walk back please."

Blaine did so, stumbling slightly when he spun and walked back.

"Done," Blaine said.

"Wait there, sir."

Blaine swayed side to side as he waited for the officer to return.

"Blow into the tube." The officer asked when he returned.

Blaine huffed and blew into the tube for a minute until it beeped.

The officer read it and walked back to his car.

Blaine sat down on his bike, humming a tune.

"License and registration please, sir." The officer ordered as he returned.

Blaine dug inside his wallet and pulled out his real I.D.

"Right Mr. Blaine Anderson, it says here that you're 16." The officer said, looking at Blaine.

"Yes." Blaine agreed.

"You're supposed to be a school."

"I just do that then." Blaine moved to turn on his motorbike but was stopped.

"You sure will but in my car, off you go." The officer ushered Blaine towards his car and wrote a ticket for him.

"Wait, what about my bike?"

"It'll be towed and you'll be able to collect it in a few days. Here you go." The officer ripped the ticket off and handed it to Blaine.

Blaine looked at the ticket as he was pushed into the back seat of the police car.

"$450, hmm, I thought it was more." Blaine muttered to himself and placed the ticket in his pocket, he'll worry about it later.

A few moments later, a voice came through from the police radio.

"A distress call has come from William McKinley High School, an attack on a freshman, please report immediately."

"Rodger that," The officer in the car answered. He flicked the lights on and sped down the highway.

"What the fuck is happening?" Blaine questioned.

The officer didn't answer.

Blaine slipped back down and looked out the window.

Soon, they were there. The officer jumped out and Blaine was quick to follow.

"Ah, ah, ah, off to class, kid." The officer said sternly, directing Blaine to the other direction.

Blaine shrugged and walked off, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

The officer ran inside and quickly found a man pinning down a younger ginger boy along with another boy off to the side, slumped down against the lockers, tear tracks evident on his face.

Suddenly, the older man turned around.

"Marcus Perry, I'll explain but can you please help."

Half an hour later, they had all the information they nodded and headed off with the ginger boy in hand cuffs.

Blaine just walked into the school when he saw the officers and Derek.

"The fucks going on here?" He shouted.

"Blaine, you were totally right, the boy you were telling me about, perfection." Derek said, smiling cruelly.

The officers push Derek along and muttered something to him.

Blaine stayed in the same position for a few moments then ran to follow them. When he came near he pulled Derek from the officer's grip and punched him twice in the face. Hard.

"If you ever come near him again, I swear to fucking god –" Blaine warned.

"- Don't worry, kid, you won't be seeing him around here anytime soon." The officer holding him back reassured.

Blaine casted one look at Derek and saw how half his face was red and his nose was bleeding. He managed to get one more swift kick to the head before he was pulled away again.

Blaine broke from the grip and ran inside, looking for Kurt. He searched the entire floor before running to the principal's office. He pushed himself inside and opened the filing cabinet, looking for Kurt's folder.

"What do you think –" Principal Figgins asked.

"- Shh." Blaine hissed and continued his search.

He quickly found Kurt's file and look for his address. He memorized it and ran off, ignoring Figgins protests and questions.

He ran the entire way, repeating the address over and over until he found it. He sprinted to the house but found it to be empty. He slowly walked down the driveway and stopped to wait. He waited for five minutes when he saw a purple BMW come from the other way and stop in front of the pavement that was outside Kurt's house.

He moved so that he could see the people inside but so they couldn't see him. He looked carefully inside the car and saw the inside was Mr. Perry and Kurt. He saw them talking and he saw them holding hands and he also saw Kurt leaning in to kiss him.

Blaine felt his heart break as he ran off into the distance, leaving Kurt behind. Forever.