Blaine never did actually stop staring at Kurt. He tried, but to no avail. However, his glances were coming less often, and less obviously. He really didn't want Kurt confronting him like he had before. That had not been pleasant.

It went on for a couple more weeks, Blaine just sneaking quick glances at Kurt over his book, or when he saw him in the hall. Until one day in Glee Club when Mike came up to him.

"Hey, Blaine?" Mike got Blaine's attention.

"Yeah?"

"You need to stop staring at Kurt."

"I...I need to what? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Look, Blaine...I heard Kurt talking in the locker room the other day. Complaining about some four-eyed Glee dork who wouldn't stop staring at him." Mike saw Blaine's face fall. "You know I don't think of you that way." he rushed to say. "But you're the only kid in Glee with glasses, besides Artie, and why would he be staring at Kurt?

Blaine sighed.

"Blaine, I told you he was bad news." Tina, who was sitting next to him, apprised him. "Why don't you listen to me?"

"God, will you two please not gang up on me. It's not like I want to be attracted to him. He sort of...yelled at me a couple of weeks ago, and called me a pervert. It's not like I'm trying to look at him, it just happens."

"Well, try harder not to let it happen. He's just....not really a good guy, Blaine. I'm just watching out for you, okay? You're pretty much my best friend, and I don't want you getting hurt. Kurt's got a lot of power at this school, and if you bother him enough he could cause some real damage."

"Yeah. Okay. Thanks for caring, Mike. I'll...I'll try harder."

Mike walked away then, to go talk to Puck about something for the upcoming football game.

"I don't know why this is so difficult for me." Blaine said to Tina. "You were right, you know. He's not my type. And, normally, when someone tells me to back off, and calls me names, I back off. And I'm trying. But I just...it's different for me with Kurt." Blaine sighed, running a hand over his face.

"It's okay, Blaine." Tina said, resting her head on his shoulder. "You'll get through this, alright?"

Blaine nodded.

It was Friday night, and time for the first football game of the season. Tina was going to support her boyfriend, and the rest of the team and Cheerios-turned-Glee-Clubbers.

 Blaine was tagging along, but he wasn't all too excited. He loved football. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that he had been getting better at avoiding Kurt, after much practice. But Kurt was on the Cheerios, and they would obviously be performing tonight. Blaine knew he couldn't just avoid the Cheerios' performance altogether, but he also knew that if he watched, his eyes would be trained on Kurt.

It was half-time, and McKinley was winning. 3-7.

But now it was time for the half-time show. Blaine swallowed hard as the Cheerios came out onto the field.

Kurt was standing front and center, and God, that Cheerios uniform looked amazing on him.

They began their routine and, as Blaine had expected, his eyes were trained on Kurt. He was...very flexible. And definitely one of the best on the squad. Blaine watched in amazement as Santana, and some other Cheerio who Blaine didn't know by name, tossed Kurt in the air. He did a flip in midair, and landed in the splits. Blaine winced slightly. That had to be painful. But Kurt was unphased. He got up, and finished the routine.

When it was over, Blaine got up. He needed to clear his head. He had to stop this. He didn't have a chance with Kurt. And he didn't know why he wanted one. Kurt was rude, and popular, he hated Glee, and he hated Blaine.

There was no reason for Blaine to be so attracted to Kurt, other than his physical appearance.

He started walking, and Tina grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going? The game's starting back up."

"Bathroom." Blaine explained. "Be right back."

He ran down the bleachers and into the school to the bathroom.

Once inside, he turned the faucet on, and splashed cold water on his face.

Snap out of it, Blaine, he told himself. Kurt doesn't like you, he never will, and you can do so much better than him.

Part of himself really didn't believe he could do better than Kurt, but he had to keep telling himself that, or these feelings would never go away.

He shook his head, and turned off the faucet. He grabbed some paper towels to dry off his face, and then he went back to join Tina in the stands.

He was under the bleachers when he saw Kurt heading his way. He didn't feel like running back in the opposite direction, and decided to just keep his head down, hoping Kurt wouldn't notice him.

"Anderson!" he heard Kurt shout. He looked up, slowly.

"Um...Yeah?"

And then he was being shoved into the wall, not violently, but roughly.

"I still see you staring, you know? I thought I told you to cut it out." Kurt said.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I-"

Blaine was cut off, then, by Kurt's lips moving forcefully on his.

He had been kissed before, back at Dalton, but it hadn't felt anything like this. Kurt was moving his lips at a feverish pace, and Blaine was having trouble breathing.

What was happening? Why was it happening? Didn't Kurt think he was disgusting?

And then Blaine felt Kurt's hand slowly inching down, until he was palming his half hard cock through his jeans. He felt Kurt smirk against his mouth. And then Kurt's fingers were working at the button of Blaine's jeans.

Blaine pushed him off, lightly. "Kurt, what....? What are you doing?" Blaine gasped.

"Well, I figured if I give you what you want maybe you'll leave me alone."

"But, Kurt, I don't...This isn't...Look, I'm a-"

"Virgin. Yeah. I know. You reek of it."

"E-excuse me?" Blaine questioned, not sure if he had heard correctly.

"You reek of virginity."

Oh, okay. So he had heard correctly. Wonderful.

Kurt attached his lips to Blaine's again, and he ran his tongue along Blaine's bottom lip.

If Blaine had been thinking clearly, he would have pushed Kurt off. He wouldn't have opened his mouth, allowing Kurt's tongue access.

But Blaine wasn't thinking clearly.

Kurt ran his tongue over the back of Blaine's teeth, causing Blaine to shiver.

Kurt pulled back, then, dropping to his knees, and unbuttoning Blaine's jeans. He was about to undo the zipper when Blaine grabbed his hand, stopping him.

"Kurt, wait." Kurt paused, wanting to hear what Blaine had to say. "Are you...Are you a...? You know?"

"A virgin? Come on, Blaine, do I look like a virgin?"

"No. Um, no I guess not. But aren't you and I the only out gay kids here?" Blaine questioned.

"We are." Kurt confirmed. "But who said my sexual prowess was secluded to the dirt bags here at McKinley? Because I certainly never did."

"Oh." Blaine breathed.

"Yeah, Anderson. I get around. Now shut up and let me get this over with." Kurt unzipped Blaine's jeans, pulling them down, so he was left in only his briefs.

"Kurt, we can't. We're at school." Blaine was, in all honesty, freaking out. Firstly, they were under the bleachers at school. During a football game. Anyone could walk past and see them. Two, did he really want this? He wanted Kurt, yeah. But he shouldn't. And not only that, but he only wanted Kurt if Kurt wanted him. And that didn't really seem to be the case here. Kurt just wanted Blaine off his back, didn't he? And he thought this would work.

But then Blaine had another thought. What if it did work? What if he let Kurt do what he wanted now, and then his feelings for him went away?

God, what was he supposed to do?

This was neither the time or place.

But his dick wasn't getting any softer, and Kurt looked determined.

"Look, Blaine, I know you want this. And I want you to leave me the Hell alone. So you're getting this, and then you are never to look at me again, alright?"

Before Blaine had a chance to respond, Kurt was pulling down his underwear, and taking his now fully hard cock in his hand.

"Hmm. Impressive." Kurt muttered, more to himself than to Blaine.

Kurt stroked Blaine's cock a few times, before putting the head into his mouth, and licking the slit experimentally.

Blaine groaned, throwing his head back.

He should not be enjoying this.

Kurt lowered his head, taking Blaine in all the way, until the tip of his cock hit the back of Kurt's throat, and then he began bobbing his head at a steady pace.

Blaine balled his hands into fists. He was determined to stay quiet. He didn't need anyone hearing them.

Kurt licked up the vein on the underside of Blaine's cock, before pulling almost entirely off, until only the head was left in his mouth. He licked at the slit a few more times, tasting the precome there, and humming in approval, sending vibrations up the length of Blaine's cock, and causing him to moan slightly louder than he would have liked.

Kurt then hallowed out his cheeks, and sucked hard, and with a few more bobs of his head, Blaine was coming. Kurt swallowed every last drop, before pulling off with an obscene pop.

He pulled Blaine's jeans and underwear up, and stood up, wiping at the corner of his mouth with a long, dainty finger.

"There. You got what you wanted. Try to leave me alone now, yeah?"

And before Blaine could respond, Kurt was sauntering into the school.

What the fuck had just happened?

As Kurt walked down the halls of McKinley towards the bathroom, he assured himself that the only reason he had done that was to get Blaine off his back.

To protect his reputation.

To not have to feel those beady little eyes staring at him every moment of the day.

He assured himself that it was definitely NOT because he might like the fact that Blaine found him so appealing.

It was not because he actually found Blaine really, really attractive, no matter how much Blaine was really not his type.

And it was absolutely not because he had known Blaine would look beautiful when he came.

Which he definitely didn't. At all.

No, Kurt had only given Blaine that blowjob so he would leave him the Hell alone.

Simple as that.

Only really, it wasn't.

Blaine shook his head a few times, trying to get rid of the shock of what had just happened.

And, yeah, his feelings for Kurt definitely hadn't gone anywhere.

He was pretty sure he was an idiot for thinking they might.

If anything, they were stronger.

He walked back to the stands, sitting next to Tina.

"Where've you been?" She inquired. "The game's almost over."

"I, uh....Got lost." Blaine said, unconvincingly.

"You've been going here long enough to know how to get to the bathroom from here, Blaine. Where were you really?"

"Nothing! Nowhere! Let's just...watch the game."

"You're acting really weird, Blaine. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, fine."

"You look a little sick." Tina noted, not fully convinced.

Blaine just shook his head, and focused on the game.

But, in truth, he felt a little sick. That was he first sexual experience, and he was pretty sure that he hated himself for letting it happen like that.

He couldn't talk to Mike or Tina about this. They'd just say I told you so.

He needed to talk to Kurt. But Kurt didn't want anything to do with him.

This was a disaster.