Secrets Kept

Chapter 3: Unexpected Visit.

No no not again...

His lips were being invaded by the mugger? More like thief.

The kiss was rough and aggressive, desperate even and all Kurt could do was wait helplessly for it to be over. He felt so used and confused, making sure to keep his eyes completely shut throughout it. His body was clutched against the mans, his strong arms were wrapped tightly around his waist forcing their bodies together for more friction. It was painful. He was sure it would leave him small bruises later.

Kurt whimpered through the kiss and the man almost instantly jerked his body back, allowing Kurt the time to recover. The man could see wet tears all over the boys face and his heart dropped at the sight.

"Hey no, no! I'm sorry!" he pleaded brushing his fingers lightly against Kurt's soft pale cheek. He couldn't help but stare at the boys pink flushed lips that he'd just caressed. No, there was no caressing involved, well only on his part.

Kurt was taken back from how comforting his tone was since earlier it had been nothing but demanding. His voice was calm and relaxing, it was somehow soothing against the cold wind that swept through Kurt's back, and it sent shivers down his body. His eyes were still closed tight, the will to open them was long gone and he was left helpless.

"Open your eyes. Please" The voice above him spoke sympathetically. He was pleading now.

The man brought his arms up to the air in mock surrender to better prove his point"I promise I won't hurt you"

What have I done?

Those simple four words echoed around his mind. He knew what he had done but the question was why had he done it? What excuse could he possibly have for stalking an innocent boy; he hardly had a conversation with, home. He didn't plan on following him home he just wanted to see him and he certainly didn't plan on getting caught.

But the worst of it all wasn't the fact that he stalked him, chased him like a mad man, creeped him the hell out or even causing him to fall and almost break his dame skull open. No, the kiss, the unexpected kiss he so desperately craved was just unacceptable. Forcing himself on the boy's soft virgin lips wasn't his brightest idea but he didn't mean to his body just reacted... right?

Where was all the desperation coming from anyway? Blaine Anderson was never one to pursue anything let alone care for anyone but himself. Blaine, Lima's number one requested, top notch, male escort. The man who they called for a good time and that's all he ever was to them 'a good time' and yet he was perfectly fine with that. Men, women, everyone fought for his attention, begged for his touch and used him for their own pleasures. He broke so many hearts it became a game to him, a cruel lonely game.

So how is he now crouched on a sidewalk with a terrified boy underneath him. The same beautiful boy he had mistaken for a potential client he was supposed to have met that night. The boy he had barely had a conversation with. The boy he couldn't stop thinking about since he'd first laid eyes on him. The boy that made his heart want to jump out of his chest. This boy cowered underneath him, his body frozen in place, eyes shut in terror because of him.

Those gorgeous deep blue eyes he thought to himself remembering the first time he'd ever laid eyes on them, how they made his chest flutter with happiness. This wasn't the time to be daydreaming about such things especially when the boy that laid tangled beneath him was lost in his own thoughts. Blaine watched him curiously, having to fight the sudden urge to reach over and pull him in his arms, like a mother would do for their child. Thinking otherwise not to. I'd be best not to startle him anyone than he already has.

There was a long pause as Blaine kept his gaze locked on Kurt. He felt awful, ashamed for causing him so much pain. This was his fault and he knew he had to fix it, he wanted, needed too. Blaine plopped down on his knees carefully leaning in closer to Kurt whispering a few more apologies before backing away slowly reassuring him that he means no harm.

It took Kurt a moment to let his words settle in before allowing his muscles to relax, the tension in his face easing at the all too familiar voice above him. He began to open his eyes but winced back tighter from the excruciating pain that stabbed through his head. He brought his fingers up over his forehead, rubbing small circles around the throbbing spot near his eyebrows. It didn't do much but slightly ease the pain.

Once the swelling had begun to die down he proceeded to open his eyes once more. The first thing he saw was the man's mouth, his lips that were not too long ago connected with his own, were slightly swollen. Kurt's face flushed red at the realization, turning his eyes away only to have them settle on the man's body. He kept his eyes there longer than he should have observing the man's broad chest, muscular arms that were wrapped around his black leather jacket oh so wonderfully and how his flawless curves..... Wait what?! What is wrong with me?! Kurt quickly shook his inappropriate thoughts away and ultimately decided that id be best to just keep his stare on the floor instead as if it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen, other than the gorgeous being right in front of him!

"Hey look at me" The man said, keeping his voice low enough for Kurt to hear.

Kurt had to force his eyes away from the ground to settle them on the man's warm hazel eyes that were filled with so much sorrow and... worry? His eyes grew wide in surprise from what he was witnessing. Kurt's mouth went completely dry, a loud gasp escaping before he could stop it.

Although the top half of Blaine's face was hidden behind his hoodie his eyes were somewhat visible under the dark shadows. Kurt stared hard into them he knew those eyes from anywhere.

"The man from the coffee shop" Kurt blurted out. Blaine smiled at Kurt trying to hold back his laugh. Dame did I just say that out loud Kurt thought but the look on the man's face assured him that he indeed did.

"Hi" he said charmingly trying to hide the dorky smile plastered onto his face. Could today get any weirder? Kurt huffed in frustration when a million questions started to form in his brain. Why is he here? Why was he stalking me? Why did he kiss me? What the hell is going on?!

He needed answers but more importantly he needed a doctor since the pain in his head was starting to become unbearable. So trying to escape the awkward tension between the two he attempted to hoist himself up off the ground but failed miserably. Instead it resulted in him collapsing back down on the ground, landing hard on his ass.

FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC.

"Her let me help you" The shorter man offered, his arm stretched out, gesturing for Kurt to take it. Kurt hesitated before sliding his arm into the man's. Blaine lifted Kurt off the ground effortlessly, surprised at how light the taller boy was. It triggered an idea.

Without warning Blaine lifted Kurt onto his back, keeping his hands secured around his thighs. Kurt shrieked in return "Wh-what are you doing?!" Kurt's heart was running a million miles per hour.

"There's no way you'll be able to walk" he stated matter-of-factly and that's all the convincing Kurt needed before allowing Blaine to slowly carry him to his home.

Blaine was surprisingly strong, considering the slight difference in their heights. He held onto Kurt silently through the now dark street, clutching Kurt's legs tighter around his back. This left Kurt feeling even more light headed. Control yourself Kurt.

"It's the house on the-"

"I know" Blaine interrupted.

"You remember?"

"Yeah... um..." Blaine shyly turned away from Kurt, who caught his expression in time. Was that a blush? Was he blushing because of me? No way. That's not possible. As annoyed as Kurt was he couldn't help but smile at the man below him. First he was all charming and sweet, then he was all angry and weird and now he was charming again? This guy was a dame rollercoaster and what the hell was up with him stalking now? Kurt was freaked out by the fact that he was not freaked out. Why did things feel so natural around him?

Kurt's thoughts were put aside momentarily when he noticed Blaine's sudden stop in movement."Were here" he spoke, sliding Kurt carefully back on his feet.

Kurt waited a second to compose himself before reaching for his bag and pulling out his house keys, struggling to keep from shaking nervously as he pushed the key into the lock and unlocked the door way too forcefully. As a result it led him to lose his balance once again.

Luckily Blaine was there to catch him just in time and dragged him across his living room to an open couch cushion. Once Kurt was placed in his seat Blaine asked him where he kept his phone. Kurt had told him that they had a house phone in the kitchen and watched as he excused himself. After a minute or two of complete silence Blaine returned with a glass full of what looked like water.

He handed the cup over to Kurt and noticed the hesitation on him. "Don't worry I didn't put anything in it. It's just water." he smiled, chuckling at Kurt's pinked, flushed cheeks.

Kurt chuckled as well, taking the cup and bringing it to his lips, drinking as much as he could stomach. It was funny how the man was treating Kurt. He was taking care of him from head to toe. Fluffing up his back pillows and adjusting his leg on the couch more comfortably, placing pillows underneath it and his leg wasn't even broken!

Once the glass was slightly empty Kurt handed it back to Blaine and saw him starring down on him with an expression on his face Kurt couldn't read. "What?"

Blaine sighed softly "Nothing" he looked away from Kurt and searched around the room. "I should go" Blaine was already moving towards the door. "I called the paramedics, they should be coming in a few-"

"Why did you kiss me?" Kurt cut him off. Visions of last time when he fled without reason swept through his mind. There was no way he was going to let him leave again without an explanation.

Blaine was startled at the unexpected shift in Kurt's tone, it made him feel uneasy. Was he mad? Blaine made his way back over to Kurt and slowly settled down. It took him a few tries in his head to come up with a valid response. The truth was that he was just as confused as Kurt, he didn't know why he had done what he had done. He was struggling to say something, anything.

"I don't know." Kurt huffed in frustration; he was clearly not going to accept that as an answer. He began to grow impatient, his anger growing. "Then why did you stalk me all the way home?"

"I wanted to see you" Blaine answered instantly. It was true he did want to see him; he couldn't get him out of his head after that night he ran out of his home. He wasn't expecting to get a call from his boss, yelling at him for not showing up for his client. His boss was not the least understanding. He was sentenced to work an extra night, no pay, for his 'little stunt'.

"I waited to see you" Blaine remembered. "At the Lime bean. Yesterday, I waited for you hoping you'd show up but you never did..." Kurt chest tightened at the thought. Did he just hear him correctly or was he just hallucinating this all. He must have really took a mean fall.

"So I thought I'd...I don't know I just..." Blaine kept his head down, looking to the ground for answers.

"Why did you storm out the other day?" Kurt couldn't help but ask. Blaine took a second to think his answer through, he couldn't bring himself to tell him the truth id devastate him. Plus exposing himself like that could only lead to trouble.

"I was just... nervous." It wasn't a complete lie. Kurt anger seemed to ease, now all he was feeling was foolish and very very uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have kissed you. I just really wanted too... I still do" Blaine whispered the last part and Kurt could have swore he wouldn't have heard him if they weren't so close.

"I don't even know your name" Kurt was starting to have trouble breathing normally at this point.

"Blaine" the man smirked "Blaine Anderson"

"K-Kurt Hummel"

"Kurt. That's a beautiful name. Almost as beautiful as you" Blaine replied leaning in closer to Kurt. Yeah it was cheesy; he knew well enough to always make his clients feel special. But with Kurt everything came so much easier, he didn't have to force his words, they flowed so naturally and felt so right.

Kurt hearts fluttered around his seductive words. He couldn't deny it any longer, he wanted to kiss Blaine just as badly, maybe even more but he had trouble speaking so instead he leaned in closer. Both boys were only a hair away from touching, Kurt waited patiently for Blaine to make his move and he did eagerly closing the gap between the two.

Blaine responded fast, brushing his lips lightly against Kurt's', who kissed him back just as softly. The kiss was amazing, it send both Kurt and Blaine into pure bliss.It was nothing like their first time. It was sweet and oh so glorious, he felt like nothing else in the world mattered. Kurt was floating on cloud 9 for all he knew so when the front door of the house clicked open he hardly paid it any attention.

Until a shout broke him out of his trance. "What the hell?!" Kurt felt his whole body stiffen. The shout echoed all through the house.

Kurt was frantically pushing Blaine away, jumping up off the couch to further himself from him. There was a dark figure standing across from the hall in front of the door. Kurt watched as the figure stomped his way over to them and stood between both the two, his hands clenched into tight fists.

Kurt's heart sank when he was able to make out the man's appearance. Fuck He cursed himself, this was not going to end well.