The first day or so, Blaine acted completely pleased with Kurt’s change of attitude. He smiled along with it, pretending like that day in the classroom never happened, like he hadn't broken down or let his strong exterior fall, like he was still the tough, demanding master of Kurt.

Soon, though, Blaine began to ask Kurt repeatedly what was wrong. And when, of course, Kurt answered with a gentle, “Nothing,” Blaine would sigh and try to figure out why Kurt was acting like this, although deep inside, he knew. Kurt Hummel wanted nothing to do with him, and for some strange reason, it caused Blaine great pain when he realized that. He was confused, to say the least. He knew he found Kurt very attractive, and really wanted to get into those tight jeans of his, but there was something…more. Kurt was intriguing. Interesting. Different. And although Blaine had really only known him for less than a week, he wanted Kurt to like him. To want him. To need him.

And so, by the fourth day - after twelve calls, eight texts, two visits to his house, and one note in his locker - Blaine was about to go insane.

When he allowed himself to look back on that moment when he had tried and failed to kiss him, he was ashamed of what he had become. A bully, would you call it? Blaine shuddered at the thought, thinking back to his elementary and middle school days.

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A fist pounded into Blaine’s flesh, sending him spiraling backwards. The wire fence behind him caught his fall, pain vibrating through his spine. “Stop it, please!” 14-year-old Blaine cried, clutching his eye with his hand, the bruise already starting to darken under his skin.

His attacker, a tall, grimacing boy, looked down on him, his shadow looming over Blaine’s broken figure.

“Faggot.”

The single slur was all Blaine heard before he blacked out again, the punches becoming too much for him to handle.
Blaine swallowed; the memory was painful to remember.
No, he was definitely not a bully. He knew what that was.
Then something in Blaine snapped, and suddenly, he knew what he had to do.

~

Blaine cursed under his breath, seeing Kurt there, with his tight pants and his sweater than went down to the knees. Why did Kurt have to tempt him like this? Kurt was talking to a teacher, looking frustrated. He watched them from across the hall, Kurt protesting against something, the teacher obviously not listening. Their conversation was over quickly, though, and Blaine watched Kurt storm off in the opposite direction, probably to his last class.

“Kurt!” Blaine shouted, his voice echoing across the hall, heads turning, people staring. Kurt stopped walking and turned around. His expression was first of fright, of humiliation, and then just annoyance. He disregarded Blaine as if he wasn't even there and started to walk away. Blaine was about to yell again, but then decided against it, instead taking off after him.

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Kurt heard footsteps following him, but he pretended he didn’t, rushing to make it to Calculus on time. He felt a rough hand gently grab his shoulder and spin him around.

Blaine.

Kurt had been keen on avoiding Blaine as much as possible, and that wasn’t going to change. He was certain his “master” was a sex addicted, selfish, conceded prude, and he wasn’t having any of it.

“Yes, sir?” Kurt asked with faux-politeness.

Blaine’s smile dropped quickly. “Uh, no need to
call me 'sir,' Kurt. I was just wondering if I could have a moment with you.” His voice wavered, not nearly as strong and assertive as it was before. Kurt breathed deeply, recalling what happened last time he’d had a full 'conversation' with Blaine. But his heart screamed at him to just give Blaine a second chance, and for once, Kurt listened to it.

“Sure.”

Blaine blinked, obviously surprised at the answer, but carried on nonetheless. He wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. “I just wanted to say…” he started, staring at Kurt. The taller boy nodded, silently motioning for him to go on. “I just wanted to say that you’re amazing. It’s amazing how every morning you get the same coffee order from the same place, and you never get tired of it. It’s amazing how you can just walk into a room and suddenly everyone is happier. It’s amazing how you touch the back of your neck when you’re nervous, and it’s amazing how you still chose to forgive me even though I’ve been a complete ass to you all this time. And I would really, really appreciate it if that amazing person was in my life again.” Blaine finished, taking a shaky breath after his mini-speech.

Kurt’s eyes widened. His mind was spinning with Blaine's unexpected confession. Without a word, he felt himself leaning in, grabbing onto Blaine’s shoulders for support. The curly-haired boy exhaled his heart racing from being this close to Kurt again.

“Kurt…can I kiss you?”