It was after school a few weeks later and Kurt and Blaine were wandering through the park near their school while eating ice creams and chatting. Kurt had realised about a week ago that he really enjoyed Blaine’s company a lot more when he was infatuated with him and it was simply platonic. It meant he wouldn’t over think the interaction and Blaine was no longer leaning on him too hard but they were simply enjoying being friends. Kurt felt so overwhelmed with happiness when he realised that life did get a hell of a lot better than it was during his freshman year: he wasn’t a naïve kid that followed Blaine around like a puppy, he was an equal. And even better, the bullying had ceased and Kurt felt very lucky to have two close friends like Blaine and Rachel. He had to admit that Rachel had done a lot of growing also over these past few years, having finally accepted herself during junior year after realising that she was gay and madly in love with one of close friends, Quinn. Quinn had taught her, and Rachel had taught herself that the hate and bullying and unkindness she had transferred onto Kurt what was only meant for herself. As soon as Rachel accepted herself, Kurt had accepted her too, with only part of the reason being he was desperate for friends. Most people wouldn’t feel lucky for only having two good friends, in fact that wouldn’t make them feel very good but when Kurt reflected on that unhappy place he was in, he knew not to dwell on wanting more friends, but being happy and content with what he had now. The truth was that since Kurt ad Blaine had started hanging out, the depression was lifting. Kurt no longer wanted to go straight to his room after school only to leave when he had to go to school, some days missing it altogether, but he looked forward to it. He had become a lot more of an optimistic person and he had his friendship with Blaine to thank. He was immensely glad he was a forgiving person and had let Blaine and Rachel back into his life after the disaster that was freshman year, because he wouldn’t have been living the happy life he was. But despite forgiving them, and Blaine in particular, he still hadn’t fully put all his trust in him. He was more cautious with his heart now; he no longer wore it on his sleave but in a box that was locked away. And it was because of this, that he said the things he did that afternoon.

They were walking along the path, laughing about something that happened in maths class that morning when Blaine stopped suddenly, turning to Kurt and biting his lip.

“Kurt,” He began, looking very, very nervous which, in turn, made Kurt very, very nervous and anxious, “Willyougoonadatewithme?” Kurt stood frozen for a minute while he dissected what Blaine said so he wouldn’t have to ask him to repeat it, then when he suddenly realised that Blaine had asked him out he was stunned. What a weird turn of events.

“No, sorry Blaine. I wont.”

“Oh,” Blaine’s eyes dropped to the ground. It was the first time Kurt had ever seen him look embarrassed, he had to admit that it broke his heart a little. “Um, okay,” Blaine turned around and started walking in the opposite direction from Kurt. Kurt stood still, not really sure what to do when Blaine walked back, his hands shoved in his pockets and his eyes downcast.

“Can- Can I ask why not?” Blaine said quietly.

“Of course,” Kurt said, empathetic at Blaine’s embarrassment. He knew it took a lot of strength and bravery to ask someone out. “It’s just that, well, you know that I forgive you for what happened a few years ago right?” Blaine nodded, sadly. “It doesn’t change the fact that you tore my poor, young heart into little tiny pieces. It’s still repairing itself, and I just don’t think it will be able to be mended if it happens again. So I am just being cautious. I’m just not really to trust you. I’m sorry.” Kurt looked at Blaine hopefully, willing him to understand and hoping this wouldn’t change their friendship.

“I understand,” Blaine said, still somewhat sadly. “Thank you for your honesty.”

Kurt took Blaine's hand in his and looked into his eyes with Blaine returning his gaze. “I really love our friendship Blaine and someday I will be ready for more than that. But not just yet.” Kurt gave him a hopeful smile and squeezed his hand. Blaine squeezed back and gave him a smile that melted Kurt’s heart a little.

“I’m glad we’re friends.” Blaine said, letting Kurt’s hand go.

“Me too.” The subject was dropped then, and Blaine began telling Kurt about this awesome movie he was going to see on Saturday night.

“What are you doing Saturday?” Blaine enquired.

“Its Rachel’s birthday,” Kurt replied, “Her dad’s are going to be away and they felt guilty for leaving her on her birthday so they said she could have a party. A few of her friends, me included, are going round and celebrating with her.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“It will be,” Kurt said, giving him a smile that showed his excitement and Blaine wished he could go too. He would kill to be at a party with Kurt, alcohol, dancing and looser inhibitions. But alas, he wasn’t friends with Rachel so he just had to be happy that Kurt was going to have a good time.

They said their goodbyes a few minutes later because it was late and they both had some homework to do so they wouldn’t have to worry about doing it during the weekend.

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It was Saturday night; Kurt had more than a little to drink and was dancing clumsily on the stage in Rachel’s basement. There were at least thirty people there, possibly more because Kurt sucks at estimating numbers and Kurt only knew about half of them, probably less. He had no idea how Rachel knew all these other people because as far as he knew she didn’t have any afterschool activities that weren’t school related and the people here were definitely not from school. But Kurt decided that the more people the better and then he realised he must be quite drunk because usually his motto is ‘the more people, the more likely I wont be there’.

The song Dance (Ass) by Big Sean and Nikki Minaj came on and Kurt did a little squeal and turned to the guy next to him and said “I LOVE this song” and started jumping up and down. The guy looked Kurt up and down a few times hungrily then roughly grabbed Kurt’s hips, pulling his ass into him until Kurt was grinding up on the guys crotch. Kurt definitely did not mind this sudden turn of events and began moving his hips in time to the song while throwing his hands up in the air. The boy started rocking his hips also so he was grinding on Kurt's ass while still holding onto Kurt's hips. Kurt loved it; he had never danced like this with anyone before and he felt great and suddenly very turned on. They continued “dancing” like this until the song ended and another one began. Kurt spun around so him and the boy were face to face and he finally got to see what he looked like. He had tanned skin, short black hair and was about Kurt's height. And he had a killer smile.

“Hi,” Kurt shouted over the music. The guy leaned over and whispered into his ear,

“Hi.” Yep, Kurt was definitely turned on. He grabbed the boy’s hips and the boy grabbed his and they started rubbing up against each other, as horny boys tend to do when surrounded by sexy dance music and while heavily intoxicated. The friction was heavenly for Kurt and he decided to lean in and grab the brown eyed mans lips with his own, they continued dancing while they kissed, arms moving from hips to around the other’s neck and their lips taking turns sucking the others, fighting for dominance. Tongues came out to play eventually too, twisting and turning in each others mouths until it was too much to bear and they broke apart, breathing heavily. They danced together for awhile, then separately, Rachel demanded drunkenly that Kurt must dance with her and then they came together again for another steamy kiss before the boy who Kurt neglected to ask for a name whispered against Kurt’s mouth, “I’ll see you around” and made his way for the door. Kurt didn’t really mind, knowing he was only using the boy for his mouth and awesome hips. When he was tired of dancing and almost everyone had left, he and Rachel tidied up while also sobering up and then once the room looked spotless and there was no evidence that the party had involved alcohol, for the benefit of Rachel’s dad’s, they dragged themselves up to her room and crashed on her bed, falling into a deep slumber.

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It was Monday morning and Kurt was very quiet, even more than useful. He had sunglasses on that here covering his poor, tired eyes and he walked slowly as to not anger his pounding head. Needless to say, he was not handling his hangover well. He was tempted to shush all the obnoxiously loud people chattering to each other as they walked passed him in the hall but resisted and continued to shuffle sluggishly and carefully to his first class of the day, Maths.

When he eventually arrived, he gently took his place next to Blaine and delicately placed his head onto the desk in front of him, closing his eyes wishing for a few blissful moments of sleep. Blaine have him a strange look as he entered the room but sat down without saying anything, seeing that Kurt was tired and probably not in the mood for a conversation.

A few minutes later the girl sitting behind Kurt and Blaine, a friend of Rachel’s that was a part of the group that Kurt sat with, leaned over her desk. “Saw that you had a good night at Rachel's, Hummel. Finally got some, huh?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Kurt moaned and covered his head with his hands.

“What’s she talking about?” Blaine asked curiously.

A guy walked past Kurt's seat, heading for the back of the classroom. “Kurt, you little slut.” He joked. Kurt didn’t respond, too embarrassed to say anything.

“Okay, what happened Saturday night?” Blaine asked

Kurt finally lifted his head and sighed. “I got really drunk hooked up with a guy. I don’t know who he was, I don’t even know his name.” Kurt mumbled. Blaine’s eyebrows almost shot up to his hairline. He didn’t take Kurt for a random hook-up sort of guy. Now he really wished he was at that party.

“Do- do you regret it?” Blaine asked quietly, sort of scared of the answer.

“No, I don’t. It was really hot and to be honest, he was a really good kisser.” Blaine’s heart felt like it had almost stopped beating and dropped to his stomach. Jealousy and rage became him. He wanted to grind up against Kurt, he wanted to kiss him sensually, He wanted to suck on Kurt's lips and grind up against him. He wanted to wrap his arms around Kurt and rock to the beat of the music, He wanted to stick his tongue in his mouth and he wanted to get drunk with him. But some piece of hot shit that Kurt had only met five seconds early got to do it instead. He frowned, folding his arms across his chest and pouted.

“That’s nice for you,” He muttered to Kurt through tight lips, trying to resist “Hmph-ing” immaturely.

“What’s your problem?” Kurt muttered, suddenly very confused.

Blaine shrugged, “Nothing.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He gently placed his head on the desk and it remained there until the teacher started speaking.

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“If you wanted to kiss someone you could have always kissed me you know?” Blaine said as he and Kurt were walking out of class.

Kurt rolled his eyes, “It was spur of the moment! We were dancing one minute and the next we, um, had our tongues down each other’s throats. It wasn’t like I was seeking out someone to kiss. And besides, last time we kissed didn’t exactly end well.”

Blaine stayed silent on the matter after that because he knew Kurt was right and he was so freaking sorry about what he did to him. He knew that he would always regret it until the day he died. Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand and looked at him. Blaine’s apologetic and remorseful look in his eyes softened Blaine and he gave him a smile.

“You have beautiful eyes you know that?” Kurt said, “You could probably kill my whole family and I would forgive you if you put on those sad, puppy eyes.” Blaine rolled said puppy eyes and nudged Kurt playfully.

“I know.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and laughed, pulling his hand away from Blaine’s to go sit with Rachel and her idiot friends.