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Unpredictable : Chapter 5 : The Dressing Room


E - Words: 2,216 - Last Updated: Feb 11, 2012
Story: Closed - Chapters: 6/? - Created: Jan 23, 2012 - Updated: Feb 11, 2012
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Author's Notes: WELLLL. I finally updated, sorry~ BUT SATURDAY NIGHT STILL. I've been ill, don't hate me. I had loads of messages of people asking me too update, so here it is! And I will update next Saturday too. And a little more smut for you, kinda. Oh and some Santana. Everyone likes a bit of Santana. Big thanks to by beta this time Michele!
Kurt had somehow gone without seeing Blaine for the rest of the day, and he felt like he should be more then over the moon about this, ecstatic and maybe even throw a little party with a banner saying “Well done for not seeing a pretentious dick for a whole day!” but for some reason, he had an aching feeling to see him again. And his hair. Kurt was one of the few people that ever actually got to see Blaine gel-less, since he always gave himself that adorable gentlemanly helmet of classic style. And he prided himself on it. The only time his curls would be free were when Blaine had just had a shower or had been messed up dew to sex. Kurt would always play with his curls for as long as possible until Blaine insisted he put them back under control. For some reason Kurt thought it was a really imitate thing, well he didn’t until now. And he was upset that it was no longer something that was intimate. Something that only he and Blaine shared. But alas, everyone could see it now. This made Kurt feel stupid and rather sad about the whole matter.

The bell rang for the end of school and it didn’t matter anymore. Kurt could just go home and forget about everything whilst reading the latest Vogue with the sounds of Patti LuPone drifting around him. He headed out of the doors and into the small car park around the side of the school where he was parked, not many people parked there or went there very often, so his car could not be vandalized. It had happened before, and going home with the phrase “I like to take it up the ass” painted across his SUV never went down well with his Dad.

As he turned the corner into the car park he saw to two figures leaning against the brick wall of the school, they were making out. Kurt groaned unhappily as he saw it was Blaine and his new toy. He honestly could not stand this Sean guy and although he had complained about not seeing Blaine, he did not want to see him like this. Pressed against that moron. They were lazily making out, with Blaine again the wall and Sean leaning in front of him, one hand on the wall, the other on Blaine’s hip. Blaine’s hands were more preoccupied by palming Sean through his jeans and another hand in the back pocket of Sean’s jeans. And in public, how classy, Kurt thought.

Their tongues were lazily clashing with occasional soft kisses. And worst of all, smiles. They were smiling. Blaine was smiling, all because of that idiot. Something just clicked inside Kurt and his eyes began to glass over. Yes, he ended it with Blaine, and yes, Blaine was now with some rebound but he didn’t expect him to actually be happy with his new depressing and skanky boyfriend. Kurt had anticipated a vision of Blaine sobbing around school until he realised that he felt the same as Kurt and moving on once high school had finished, parting their ways or even maybe he would move back to Dalton and they would never see each other again. The last option made him sad, but he had prepared himself for it. He held his head up high and sucked a deep breath in. He walked as fast as he possibly could past them. They didn’t break their kiss as he did. Kurt threw is stuff in the back seat with hurried aggression and vowed he would drive away in haste. He got into the car and glanced at them one last time, hands tightly wrapped around the steering wheel. Sean was now playing with the curls on the back of Blaine’s head as they became increasingly more heated with their kiss. His foot slammed on the pedal and he was out of there in a shot. He just drove straight out and onto the first street he met, he drove for 3 minutes, trying to hold that breath in then pulled over and stopped. He tried to breath, in and out. It didn’t work. His floodgates poured open and he started to cry hysterically. Screaming and sobbing, body shaking with each breath with his hands clutching his face. He couldn’t understand why, he just wasn’t ready to see Blaine happy, so soon.

~~~
Kurt had cried himself to sleep that night; he couldn’t understand why exactly, but at least it was out of his system. For the next two weeks Kurt would see him everywhere, in and out of school. The only place where he didn’t see him was at home. He would over hear Blaine’s conversations about going to places and for fucks sake; he would be going there too. All of his classes consisted of Blaine. He could not escape. It got to a point where Kurt would see him, groan and call him the first profanity he could think of and string that into a sentence.

One time, Blaine walked into English looking so sexy that Kurt just gave up and slammed his head against the desk.

“Oh pastry face,” a latina voice sighed over him, “I know it’s hard to deal with your now ex boyfriend, now known as the water fountain of hotness, but you’ve got to stop this mopping around. You’re making the place look like depressing with your sad gay vibes everywhere. Its as if your favorite pride parade has been cancelled and now only grey rainbows will shoot out your ass.” Kurt looked up.

“Really Santana, you’re almost insulting your self here.”

“Oh please, you know Im not homophobic,” She lowered he voice and looked around the classroom a little. “You know Im a lesbian.” Kurt looked at her with sympathy.

“Oh sweetie, everyone knows. And you know that, you don’t have to worry about it that much anymore.”

“Enough talk about me lady.” She pulled the chair out next to him and sat down. “Why are you acting like such a sucker for Blaine when you ended it?” She put a lot of emphasis on the word you and it made Kurt’s stomach turn. Kurt tried to form some kind of explanation but he just couldn’t.

“Don’t be stupid” Kurt pursed his lips together. “Im fine. Blaine is the one with issues.” Kurt fixed his hair a little and pulled out his books.

“Oh yeah, we can totally tell by the way you follow him everywhere.”

“I don’t follow him, he seems to go where ever I go! He follows me!” Santana raised her eyebrows. “Don’t give me that look, he follows me! I swear!” Kurt was raged. Why would he follow him, he wanted nothing more then him to just go away forever now.

“Lets not include the crying and the constant talk about him and-“

“I don’t constantly talk about him!”

“Sure ya’ do buttons. Oh, Blaine is such a pain, Blaine is so annoying, Blaine just needs to get out my life, Blaine thinks he so great, Blaine this, Blaine that, Blaine-“

“OKAY.” Kurt interrupted. Santana’s voice had gone all high and floaty whilst impersonating him and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take of that.
“Yes, I talk about him, he seems to be everywhere, but I don’t like him!”

“Okay then doughy cheeks.” He pinched at one of Kurt’s checks as he scowled at her. “You keep thinking that. Once you’ve come down from your little rainbow palace in they sky in which you have ripped half naked men carrying around apple martini’s for you, hand feeding you chocolate covered strawberries and where you’re convinced you’re not totally obsessed with Blaine, give me a call. Because Im not sure how much longer I can hear you talking about Blaine without wanting to deep fry you and give you to the cafeteria women to serve for lunch.”

She pushed her chair back, got up and went to the back of the classroom. Doughy cheeks my ass Kurt thought. His cheekbones could cut glass if he so wanted to.

~~~
He was in the old men’s dressing rooms behind the theatre, fixing his hair. It was rumored to be haunted so no one ever went in there, it was perfect. His hair had gone a little moist and floppy with the weather, and he needed to fix that. When suddenly, he heard a click. He turned to see Blaine at the door, his finger poised where he had just turned the lock, looking down at the ground. He was wearing scruffy black Vans; slightly lose dark wash skinny jeans that were just lose enough to see the band of his Calvin Klein tight boxers, a red and black paint splattered check shirt and that stupid leather jacket.

“What’s the deal here Kurt?” Blaine did not look up from where he was already staring.

“What are you talking about?” Kurt was confused and particularly unamussed. He wasn’t in the mood for this today.

“You following me everywhere, its not going un-noticed you know.”

“Oh for the love of everything good! Im not following you! What ever Santana told you was a lie.”

“What?” Blaine looked up from his spot and straight into Kurt’s eyes. “Santana told me nothing…’ Blaine titled his head as they both tried to work out what was going on. Kurt was first to break the silence.

“Well, im not. You’re following me.”

“Oh yeah, because you love going to the best place to smoke in town. Oh, and you love the skate park!” Blaine chuckled. Kurt’s eyes widened. Had he really been following Blaine around?

“Whatever. You’re crazy.” Kurt couldn’t have been following him, although he did go to those places, for…reasons. He had reasons, right? He just turned back to fix his hair in the mirror.

“No, now I think you’re the crazy one here.” Blaine pushed himself of the wall and took a step towards Kurt. Kurt turned slowly to face him. “Because you just wont admit you’ve been trailing after me like a lost puppy.” Kurt tried to interrupt but Blaine stopped him before he could get a word in. “And that actually,” Blaine took another stride until he was inches away from Kurt’s face. “You still feel something for me, but you just can’t admit it.”

They both looked into each other’s eyes, their hot breaths flowing onto each other’s lips and itching to touch each other. Blaine began to slowly lean in, closing his eyes when suddenly Kurt ferociously launched himself onto Blaine, crashing their lips together. This threw Blaine back a little and took a few stumbling steps back breaking their kiss with an echoing wet noise. Blaine looked at Kurt curiously as he saw lust filling Kurt’s eyes. Kurt threw him self at Blaine had time to know what was going on and pushing him against the wall. Kurt began running his hands all over Blaine’s body and their tongues began to battle. Eventually, Kurt happily let Blaine take dominance. Kurt was desperate, moaning into Blaine’s mouth grabbing at his clothes and slipping his hands underneath Blaine’s shirt. Blaine’s hands traced down Kurt’s sides and grabbed his hips then flipped them round so Kurt was facing the wall and Blaine began grinding into him.

“I know you’ve missed me Kurt,” Blaine growled. “And ever since you’ve had that dream, you can’t stop thinking about me you, can you?” Kurt moaned in return as he rolled back onto Blaine. “You miss me, you miss the way I make you fall apart but most of all…” Kurt rolled back again and turned his head, hocking his arm around Blaine’s head to bring him forward for a sloppy kiss. “You missed my dick in your tight ass.” Kurt groaned and flipped round then started to palm Blaine through hot breathless kisses. Blaine picked Kurt as Kurt tangled his legs around him, and then pushed off his own Marc Jacob’s cardigan and T-shirt whilst being carried over to the dressing table where Kurt was now sat, knocking of all the items.

“I need you.” Kurt breathed between hot kisses. “Inside of me.” Kurt flashed a lustful gaze up into Blaine’s eyes form where he sat. Kurt popped open the button of his pants, grabbed Blaine buy his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. Blaine grabbed at either side of Kurt’s face. Kurt pushed of his pants and underwear so he was now completely naked. His cock, dripping with pre-come, hard, moving with every breath he took, and the friction between his dick and his Blaine’s clothes was incredible. “Now.” Kurt wrapped his legs tightly around Blaine and pulled him forward. Blaine began kissing Kurt’s neck, biting down on his collarbone, emitting a long moan from Kurt. Kurt reached into Blaine’s pants; grabbing his dick when suddenly Blaine pulled away.

“Well now, careful” Blaine took a step back. “I have no idea what bitchy disease I could contract from you.” Blaine walked backwards with a smirk on his face and his eyes brows raised high. He turned, flicked the lock open and left. Kurt suddenly realised how exposed he was and quickly gathered his clothes and headed into the curtained area of the dressing room, very confused. And totally breathless.

End Notes: WELLLLLLL~ That was fun. I love feedback and I would love to know everything you're thinking about this fic. Reviews and stuff are welcomed with open arms. I LOVE YOU ALL and the plot thickens...

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Ahh! Love it :D I especially liked Santana, Oh. and I hate Blaine right now. All your fault.

Wow. Just wow. That last scene? Wow.

Ohmygoshajsjdrkclalcbacyhsnslavdbkjsk I can't even talk right now... Just wow.