Chapter 9: Possess Your Heart

How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me
It's like a book elegantly bound but in a language that you can't read
Just yet
You gotta spend some time, Love; you gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find, Love: I will possess your heart

-I Will Possess Your Heart by Death Cab for Cutie

Blaine wasn't totally sure what he was doing but he somehow found himself pressing Kurt up against the side of his house and kissing him.

And Kurt was kissing back.

Blaine's mouth was frantic, and needy, and tasted sharp and tangy. But Kurt's lips had easily found a rhythm against his own and they seemed just as hungry for more. Kurt's arms were covered in goose bumps, ostensibly from the fall night air, but the way Blaine was trailing his fingertips up and down them suggested something different. Kurt didn't stop himself from reaching a hand up and twirling it in some of the curls that had escaped from Blaine's hair gel. They were as impossibly soft as he had imagined them to be. And Blaine's face, hisface.His lips were soft and smooth but demanding and his chin was covered in just enough stubble to remind Kurt that this wasn't just another pretty boy he was kissing, but a man. Kurt's hand wandered over the broad, muscled expanse of Blaine's shoulders, trailing down the center of his back, all the way along his spine, until he found the dimpled place just above the swell of his ass. He rested his hand there, pulling Blaine into him possessively. Smooth, well-defined planes met slightly smaller, tight, angular ones as Blaine reached his arms underneath Kurt's and grasped his shoulders with his hands, pulling their bodies flush against one another. Kurt had an internal monologue telling him no, ordering him to stop, reminding him that this wasBlaine Andersonhe was kissing, and he knew better than to let this happen. But there was something different about kissing Blaine, something Kurt hadn't really expected. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he ignored the voice steadfastly until it had completely diminished altogether, Kurt's mind and senses drowning somewhere in the bliss that was kissing Blaine.

It wasn't long before Blaine felt Kurt hardening against his thigh. This only sent Blaine into even more of a frenzy. He grabbed Kurt with renewed force, a low tortured moan tearing from his throat as he sucked on Kurt's bottom lip. Blaine gently bit down on the smooth lip, applying slight pressure until he was satisfied with a depraved whimper from Kurt.

"Seethis," Blaine deliriously gestured to the two of them, "feelsright."

"Mhmm," Kurt agreed lustfully, tugging Blaine's mouth back to his, torn between hoping Blaine wouldn't notice the throbbing erection between his legs and wondering if he was daring enough to reach over and find out if Blaine was feeling the same way.

"Seriously Kurt, I don't understand why you said we shouldn't be friends."

"You talk too much," Kurt said, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling that was rising in the back of his mind as he remembered just why he had promised to stay away from Blaine in the first place. He had completely broken his promise to himself. What an idiot.

But Kurt couldn't bear to stop. It all felt too right, too good. He had been crazy trying to deny himself this. Who was he kidding? He was Kurt Hummel. If he wanted someone, he got them, simple as that.

He was still painfully aware though he needed to take care of this situation, quickly, before it went too far. And Kurt knew exactly how to do that.

"Do you want to go downstairs to my room so I can fuck your ass all night long?"

Blaine pulled back. Here it was; this was it. Worked like a charm with guys like Blaine, scaring them off with wording before they even had a chance to figure out that this was actually, in the endgame, what theywanted. Kurt almost felt bad, tossing this bomb at Blaine like he was. But it was for his own good, both of their own goods. Blaine would figure out his sexuality soon enough without Kurt's help. For now, mission objective: Get Kurt Out. And that involved disentangling him from Blaine.

Blaine looked into his eyes for a long time and then slowly, leaned forward to kiss him again, reaching down to take Kurt's cold hand in his warmer one. He laced their fingers together and pressed Kurt further against the wall, kissing him passionately. Kurt couldn't help but melt.

"If that's what you want," Blaine breathed in answer to Kurt's question.

Kurt had a slight moment of panic. He hadn't pegged Blaine to last this long. But fine. Kurt would just up the intimidation.

"I do want it," he replied, making his voice low and husky. "I want to destroy your ass with my huge cock until my cum is dribbling out of your tight, wet little hole."

Blaine's eyes widened suddenly, but that only made it all the more obvious that his pupils were blown with desire.

"You can do whatever you want," he said dreamily.

"Oh my God!" Kurt was angry suddenly, shoving Blaine off of him with all of the force he could muster from his limber, kiss-weakened frame.

"What?" Blaine looked adorably confused, his curls messed and tangled from Kurt's fingers.

"What the fuck Blaine? I can do whatever I want? What the fuck's the matter with you! Have some goddamn self-respect!"

"I don't understand what your problem is," Blaine said quietly.

"My problem is that you are so pathetically desperate to find some answers in your life that you're totally willing to let people walk all over you in the process. You have agirlfriendand you just told me I coulddo whatever I wantedto your body. As if it meant nothing to you! As if this wasn't a big deal at all!"

"It's not," Blaine said, then seemed to reconsider what he was saying. "I mean, I don't mind. I don't care what you do."

"Don't insult me that way. Do you think I'm just going to sleep with you, because you're drunk and scared and don't know enough to say no? Because Iknowyou're scared Blaine. If you weren't, you'd be a fucking idiot. Don't you realize that, even though you told me I could do whatever I wanted, the fact that you're drunk and shaking automatically disqualifies you from making that decision. And if I, knowing these facts, proceeded tofuckyou, I might as well be raping you, Blaine. Fuck, Iwouldbe raping you."

Blaine hadn't even noticed he was shaking until Kurt pointed it out. He was embarrassed but chocked it up to the cold. Kurt, on the other hand, was seething with rage.

"Go home Blaine! Before you make any other terrible decisions."

"I- I can't go home," Blaine replied, teeth chattering slightly as he now felt the full affects of the cold and the situation washing over him. He didn't feel drunk anymore. Just lonely. And suddenly, like he might cry.

"And why the fuck is that?" Kurt yelled, not seeming to care that he could wake his entire family, not to mention the rest of the neighborhood.

"I'm scared to," Blaine answered quietly, too spent to lie. It hit him then, all at once, the severity of everything that had happened that night. He had sort of slept with Quinn, but not entirely, hadn't even been man enough to maintain an erection while he was screwing her. He had gotten drunk and thrown up in her bathroom. He had left the house, not telling his parents that he was going. And now Blaine found himself here, at 2 AM, kissing a boy outside on his lawn. A boy whom he had agreed tohave sexwith. A boy who was now yelling at him, making him, somehow, feel more rejected and terrible with a few simple words than any of the other things that had gone on that evening had.

Blaine saw Kurt's blue eyes softening in the moonlight and he reached forward, pulling Blaine into an unexpected but desperate hug. Blaine wondered at the safety he felt enveloped in the lithe, strong arms, wondered at Kurt's smell, at the warmth of his body compared to the chill of the night air. He felt tears threatening in his eyes and blinked furiously to hold them back. Blaine Anderson would not cry, especially not onto the shoulder of a gay boy.

"You have to," Kurt whispered over his shoulder and it took Blaine a moment before he realized what Kurt was referring to.

"If my mom finds out..."Blaine started and then trailed off for fear that if he continued his sentence, he might not be able to stop the tears.

"You're stronger than that Blaine. You've got to be stronger than that." Blaine felt a warm set up lips press ever-so-briefly against his forehead and then Kurt was releasing him.

"It's okay Blaine," Kurt said, backing away slowly. "Just go home."

Blaine sighed, knowing he had no other option.

"Kurt!" he whispered when Kurt's figure had grown small and shadowed in the darkness. "Thank you."

He thought he saw the other boy nodding before he disappeared.

x-x-x-x-x-x

Friday morning came with a downpour outside and when Kurt saw it he moaned and rolled over, pulling his pillow over his head as he had the day before. School did not appeal to him at all today.

His father came pounding downstairs a few minutes after Kurt had hit the snooze button.

"Kurt!"

"What Dad?" Kurt groaned in annoyance.

"Just wanted to see how you were feeling this morning."

"Oh," Kurt rolled over so that his face was visible, allowing his slender body to sink into the pillows in a sickly, wan way. "I don't know. I'm not so hot."

Burt's lower lip extended lightly in suspicion. He reached out a hand and put it to Kurt's forehead as Carole had done the other day. His hand nearly masked half of Kurt's face, it was so large. And hot. Kurt frowned. His dad's hands were hot.

"You feel normal temperature to me," Burt said with a pointed look at his son. "You better get up if you want time to do your whole moisturizing routine, cause you're going to school today."

"Dad, I really don't feel well."

"What is it Kurt? Stomach bug? Sore throat? Something that aches all over but you can't quite put a name to what it is?"

"Yeah," Kurt nodded eagerly. "The last one."

"You must think I'm stupid Kid." Burt sighed and sat down on the edge of his son's bed. "Now if you were lying to me about there being bullies at school, I'll give you one more chance to admit it to me now. It won't get you out of going to school but at least we can try to work something out."

No Dad. Not bullies. Quite the opposite actually.Kurt sighed and shook his head. "There aren't any bullies. I wasn't lying."

"Good. Do you remember what they taught you in those self-defense classes you took last summer?"

"Of course."

"Alright. Then I see no reason why you're so reluctant to go." Burt held up a hand to assuage Kurt's protests. "Finn can drive you in his car cause of the rain. Your bike is safe in the garage." Kurt groaned again. He didn't relish the idea of driving to school with Finn. His stepbrother wasn't exactly the smartest driver on the road.

"It's that or get wet. Now quit complaining and hop in the shower. Breakfast will be waiting."

Burt left and Kurt sunk even further into his bed, covering himself completely with the comforter. Today was going to be absolutely miserable, he could feel it.

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By the time Kurt and Finn had arrived at school, the sky, which had previously been only drizzling and spitting down rain, was engaged in a full-on war with thunder clouds and slices of lightning. Kurt hated today. He had decided. The weather was atrocious. He peeled off his coat and checked his hair in the mirror inside his locker. It was ruffled. Definitely not the perfect arrangement he had worked so hard on earlier. Kurt ran a hand through his hair, pushing into a further disarray. If he had to look like a mess at least he would work it.

He smoothed his hands over his simple but put-together look. The cream-colored long-sleeved shirt with three large brown buttons at the top was perfectly complimented by his charcoal vest which he left casually unbuttoned. He hadn't worn motorcycle boots today but instead simple lace-up suede boots. And of course, his signature tight skinny jeans. Damn he looked good if he did say so himself.

He looked up suddenly at the sound of a voice laughing coming down the hall toward him. Blaine was laughing and walking with a friend, an slim-built but muscular Asian guy whom Kurt had seen around before. Kurt quickly looked away but Blaine came strolling right up to him, smiling widely.

"So how bout that weather Bro!" He clapped Kurt on the shoulder heavily and Kurt looked up. Blaine's hazel eyes were filled with mirth. He must have skateboarded to school; he looked positively drenched. His hair, which Kurt was sure he'd spent a lot of time and hair gel on, was now fairly soaked, water dripping from the ends of his curls. There was rain still clinging to his eyelashes, some trailing down his cheeks like tears. He had a thin jacket on that was not zipped. Underneath, Kurt could see a V-neck that had become wet and see-through, plastered to Blaine's chest. Blaine followed Kurt's glance and surveyed his outfit.

"I'm a mess aren't I?" He laughed again sticking out his tongue to lick a rain drop that had rolled onto his lips.

"Yeah," Kurt said with a halfhearted smile, unable to remain cold towards the scene in front of him.

"Alright well," Blaine looked around him as the traffic flow began increasing. "I'm gonna head to class. See you in English!" He punched Kurt lightly in the shoulder once more and strolled off with that ridiculous grin still splitting his face in half. Kurt rubbed his shoulder wondering what on earth Blaine's mom had slipped into his frosted wheat thins. The kid was acting like nothing at all had happened last night; like hehadn'tshowed up to Kurt's at 2 AM, drunk and eager for a heavy make out session. It just didn't make any sense.

He headed to class warily, surveying the student body around him, wondering if he was dreaming or if this was reality. He'd had popular boysignorehim the day after a hookup before, or jump him in the parking lot maybe, or corner him in the hallway for more, but never had he gotten a reaction like Blaine's. It was entirely unsettling.

He kept walking, not even noticing the Latina cheerleader until she had bumped directly into him and was standing under his nose.

"So are you coming?"

"Satan. Good morning to you too."

Santana just huffed and grabbed Kurt's arm, pulling him into stride next to her. "Puck's friend's party is tonight. I texted you about it."

"Oh right. Sorry. I was sick yesterday."

"Uh huh. Listen Hummel no one is forcing you to go but by the looks of it you could definitely use a night to blow off some steam." She surveyed him critically.

"Yeah," Kurt replied non-committally. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Look at yourself Ladyface. You look like death warmed over. I haven't seen you this off your game in months. When's the last time you got laid?"

Kurt opened his mouth to answer but Santana spoke again. "Actually never mind, don't answer that. I still think you need to go tonight. Come on. It'll be a fun crowd."

"Wait did you say Puck's friend was throwing it?"

"Yeah. Some kid from a couple towns over."

"So who from Lima will be there?"

"Hardly anyone I think. Just the normal bleachers crowd," Santana answered referring to the group of stoners that met in the mornings.

"Alright. I'm in."

And with that, Kurt Hummel had landed on the perfect way to distract himself for the evening.

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Kurt didn't, to his great relief, have any more run ins with Blaine during the school day. He saw him at lunch, sitting at his usual table with several of the football players and cheerleaders. He was laughing at something one of them had said. Kurt noted that Quinn sat a couple seats down from Blaine, talking with her fellow Cheerios. That was rather odd. He wondered if Blaine had told his girlfriend about the happenings of last night but decided that no, even Blaine wasn't that stupid. Still. Maybe Kurt should give him a talk, let him know the rules when it came to indiscretions with him. Blaine obviously didn't have any experience with this sort of thing. Kurt might need to talk to him, just as a precaution.

But he really didn'twantto talk to Blaine. He didn't want to be within ten feet of Blaine. He couldn't stop his sex-crazed mind from drifting back to the way Blaine had kissed him last night, so desperately, not like a drunk, sloppy frat boy but like he had reallywantedit, just as much as Kurt had. God, and his body. His body had been intoxicating. Kurt couldn't help from closing his eyes at the memory of it.

He was startled by a voice sounding loudly in his ear.

"Daydreaming about me again Hummel?"

"God. Do you enjoy scaring the shit out of people or is that just a clever talent you have?"

Puck furrowed his brow for a moment before answering. "Both."

"Mhmm," Kurt nodded before turning back to his lunch.

"Man what's with you today? Santana said you were acting off."

"Maybe everybody should mind their own business," Kurt snapped.

"Jeez Dude. You're meaner than Sue when she gets her period during a juice cleanse."

"That's disgusting." Kurt wrinkled his nose delicately as his hands absentmindedly played with the chains around his neck. His gaze was still fixed on Blaine. Puck followed where he was staring.

"Ah got a crush on Puppy-Dog Eyes over there?"

"Fuck no!" Kurt replied too quickly. "Not my type at all," he added, trying to sound casual.

"Don't jump out of your skin." Puck looked at him in concern. "You really are off. You're coming tonight, right?"

"Sure. Yeah. I'll be there."

"Cool. Now you might wanna put that drool back in your mouth before Puppy Dog's girlfriend notices and kicks the shit out of you."

"I'm not drooling!" Kurt called but Puck had already exited the cafeteria. Kurt picked up the picked at remains of his lunch and dumped them in the trash. He had no appetite anyway.

x-x-x-x-x-x

It wasn't till English class that Kurt really saw Blaine. He wasn't sitting next to him this class because Blaine's normal table mate had returned, but rather, was stuck at the empty table behind Blaine, at the very back of the classroom. Blaine turned around a couple of times to hand papers back to Kurt, flashing him the same winning smile from before every time. Never once acting likeanythingbeyond easy friendship existed between them.

Kurt was completely and wholly bewildered. And strangely annoyed.

He knew he had shoved off Blaine's advances and he should be grateful that the other boy was seeming to finally get the hint and was acting like nothing had ever happened.

But still. Ithadhappened. They ought to at least acknowledge it. That way they could discuss the situation, diffuse any sexual tension remaining between them and finally move on. Kurt didn't understand Blaine's game and it was pissing it off.

Blaine didn't speak to him at all during English, just kept peppering him with those annoying smiles. Kurt didn't return any of the smiles but Blaine stayed undeterred. Kurt finally got fed up enough that he left English altogether and stalked out to the parking lot to wait for Finn. It was still raining outside and he was getting soaked but it was a hell of a lot better than sitting in that class with Blaine and his idiotic grinning.