Chapter III

Kurt found it strange when in the days after the locker room incident as Karofsky didn't even look at him in the hallways or the classrooms, when the previous week the jock seemed to be trying to burn a hole in his neck with his glare. But after Mercedes told him that someone saw David and Blaine arguing the day after the incident in the locker room, Kurt started feeling anxious. What had Blaine said to Karofsky? What had David said to Blaine? Why was the jock acting so weird? Not that Kurt liked being molested, but he was worried the guy was planning something.

He was sending Blaine a message to ask if they could talk, when a tan hand closed his locker abruptly. When he shifted to see who it was, he came face to face with a paper and he had to take a step back to look at it properly.

And then he saw it, a big and red A plus on an exam that had Blaine Anderson's name on it. And it was a Math test.

He almost fainted.

"Oh, sweet Lord. Did you pay her or have sex with her so she would raise your score?"

Blaine kept his hand on the locker, but took one step closer, moving into the taller boy's personal space. He had one triangular-shaped brow quirked and a lop-sided grin.

"First: that's gross. She's like... sixty five years old, Kurt. Second: I got the A all by myself, thank you very much. Third: You're week as my slave starts tomorrow, sexy. But, can you come to my house this afternoon? I gotta give you some stuff you'll need for tomorrow."

Sexy. Did Blaine call him sexy? That was the most awkward moment he had since his father found him dancing in a leotard. And what did Blaine mean by stuff? He was afraid of going over to the Anderson's house now.

"Can't you give me it here?"

"Nope. I'm sure you wouldn't want the other students to seeit.So, my house after school?" Blaine toyed with the strap of the other guy's bag. Worried, Kurt wondered when this had become so damn awkward.

"Y-ye-yeah."

"See you in the parking lot, hot stuff" He winked.

Winked!

Kurt was surprised to find that there wasn't anAnderson'shuge mansion; it was more likeBlaine'shuge mansion. And, when he asked the smaller guy about his parents he just shrugged and said 'they pay the house bills and my credit card, that's their job as parents" which made Kurt's eyebrows rise almost to his hairline. Thousands of questions popped into his head, but the bad boy's face told him not to ask anything.

"Would you like something to drink?" Blaine waved to the kitchen. "Or maybe something to eat?"

Tightening his grip on his bag's strap, Kurt shook his head. He was nervous, for some reason he didn't believe anymore that he would just have to clean Blaine's bedroom... But by the end of the week, he would know that room intimately.

Blaine's room, the whole house actually, was really clean for a teenager'sbachelor pad.There weren't clothes or pizza boxes everywhere and the wooden floors shined brightly. His host made him take a seat on the king size bed, which was so comfy that Kurt just wanted to lay there forever, while he searched for something in his wardrobe.

"How many leather jackets do you own? 'Cause from here, I see at least ten. That's a fashion crime you know, Anderson?"

"I don't know how many, actually. Don't be so uptight, you'd look so damn sexy in one of these. Or with a piercing in those pink lips of yours; or, even your tongue. God, the things you'd do to a poor innocent cock."

Flushed and with his jaw so tight that it was painful, Kurt slammed his hands on the mattress before he stood up to confront the cocky bad boy.

"Can you stop it, Anderson?! You're making me really nervous and... and angry"

"Stop what, babe?" He asked almost sweetly, the corner of his lips still curved in a hint of a smirk.

"That! Stop calling me pet names or saying things about my lips or tongue or...or... that I'm sexy. 'Cause I know I'm not and I know that you're straight. So don't play flirty with me 'cause it hurts"

Kurt was fighting hard not to cry. He felt his throat closing and his eyes ached; his hands fisted by his sides.

"Are you finished?"

Blaine sat at the bed and, pulling Kurt by the hand, made him sit on his lap. No matter how hard Kurt twitched to get off, the strong arms around his waist kept him in place

"First of all, babe, you have the worst gaydar on earth." Blaine chuckled. "I know that I do flirt with everything that walks on two legs, but I also find boobies gross and chicks changing moods makes me go nuts, seriously. Even if I liked boobs and had the tolerance, I would still prefer guys."

Kurt stopped fighting as soon as he heard Blaine's coming out.

He. Was. Gay.

"On the other hand, what's this bullshit that you aren't sexy? 'Cause you're the most fuckable guy in all McKinley. And I'm saying this even after meeting that guy Evans, did you see those lips? Those were made for sucki..." Kurt slapped him on the shoulder. "Don't get jealous, babe. What was I saying? Oh yeah, you're so sexy it's hard not to just take you, even in that crappy school. What makes you think you aren't?"

A hand pulling his chin up made Kurt look straight into Blaine's eyes. He had never seen the bad boy's eyes that close; and if he'd thought they were beautiful before, it was nothing compared with having them a few inches away.

"I know I'm not, Blaine. Stop it. I just know. Even Karofsky said it!"

"David is a psycho who wants you all to himself. And he probably thought that making you feel that nobody but him would want you, would make you run into his arms."

"I am not that desperate and I would never be. Can... Why did you bring me here? You said you had to give me something that was related with, you know, the bet."

Finally Blaine let him move to sit next to him. It wasn't that sitting on Blaine's lap wasn't comfortable; on the contrary, he didn't want to get used to feeling that close to someone.

"Yup and here it is." He placed a box on Kurt's lap.

The box was big but plain and for some reason, Kurt was afraid to open it. He felt like whatever thing that was inside would define what the following week would be about. And, what if it was a sponge and detergent to clean Blaine's car and all the flirting was just a joke? It was the first time that someone showed interest on him and he was holding onto it as much as he could, it would devastated him if it was just a joke to Blaine. He would surely cry like a little baby and run away.

"Kurt, there's not a monster inside the damn box. Here, give it to me"

Blaine placed the box on his own lap and threw the lid away, revealing some very colorful ... thongs?

"Are those... thongs?"

"There are a few panties too" Blaine grinned, happy with himself.

Kurt picked up one so small that it would only cover Barbie's crotch and raised it high. His eyebrows rose "What am I supposed to do with these? Give them away at the school? A gay guy giving thongs away would be creepy as hell, you know?"

Blaine's wide eyes were almost funny.

"Give them away? Are you crazy? I want you to use them! At least until we are here in my room" Blaine's low voice suggested that the panties weren't the only piece of cloth that he wouldn't be wearing in that room, if he was going to wear any at all.

If Blaine was trying to look sexy as he came closer to Kurt and lowered his voice, Kurt didn't notice 'cause he was picking up a new piece of cloth. One that was of a black lace with pretty red ribbons; he liked it.

"Use them? But they're for girls."

"Nope, they're for people with pussies. You have one, and you'd look sexier than everyone in one of those" Blaine took a black one that seemed leather. "You'll take them home, and tomorrow you'll wear a pair to school. Surprise me. Now, let's talk about this week: Every day after school you'll come here with me, until your curfew. Also, I want you to spend the whole weekend here. Tell your father you're doing a super extra hard project with some girl and you have to spend as much time at her house as you can. I want you to wear a different pair of those" he pointed at the box "each day"

"What do you really mean by slave, Blaine? It doesn't seem like you want me to clean your house, do your homework or cook for you. And how will you know if I am wearing panties or not? It's not like I walk around the word showing my underwear"

"You are not that naïve, babe" Blaine arched one eyebrow smirking. "And if you were, those thongs are just a hint of what kind of slave I want you to be."

And then he winked again.

It wasn't Kurt's fault that every time that Blaine did that he felt chills in his body. There was something about the gesture; it wasn't like when the bad boy winked at the Cheerios, which was more playful. Before and after winking at him, Blaine was giving him bedroom eyes. It both scared him a little bit and made him feel somehow important and sexy.

And he wanted to feel important and sexy while having his first time; that was why he wanted it to be with Blaine so bad.

Blaine kneeled in front of Kurt, resting his forearms on the taller guy's thighs. "Now, I want you to tell me when you feel uncomfortable or you don't want to do anything, okay? I don't want to force you. Okay?"

Kurt nodded.

"Okay"