Chapter IX

With a sleeping Kurt cuddling to him and his after-sex bliss, he wanted nothing more but take a nap with his angel but he was creeped out and he couldn't even close his eyes for two seconds. The blue eyed boy didn't seem to have the same problem; he was sound asleep on Blaine's chest with his hand above his human pillow's heart.

Amazingly, Blaine wasn't creeped out because of Kurt's statement that they had made the love. He was creeped out for the fact that he wasn't creeped out at all. He liked that Kurt thought that it wasn't just a fuck and that also scared the shit out of him. He was scared of the fact that he didn't mind at all.

Actually he was scared 'cause he didn't know when his feelings or thoughts had changed.

Why was he thinking about holding Kurt next to him every morning and waking him up with kisses? Why wasn't he scared of the boy falling in love with him? Was it because he was also falling in love with Kurt?

No. He wasn't.

Blaine Anderson didn't do love. Didn't make love. Hejust fucked.

Who the hell was he trying to convince? No one whojust fuckedwould hold his lover the way he was holding Kurt in his sleep; caressing the soft skin and leaving soft pecks along his head and face, sometimes intertwining the long fingers with his own to give the palm of his hand a kiss too.

"What are you doing to me, angel?" he whispered, rubbing his thumb on the parted lips.

Now that he wasn't that wary of admitting his imminent falling for the blue eyed guy, the thing was: How was Blaine going to make Kurt stay with him?

Kurt was perfect, or that was what he believed, and he was just a screwed up kid who hid himself under a bad boy appearance. He didn't have anything to offer him, except money, to make him stay. He wasn't even sure he would be able to give him his heart and love.

"Kurt, angel, wake up. C'mon, babe, your father will get angry if you go home late again." He kissed the slightly scrunched up nose. "Open those beautiful blue eyes for me. Kurt! " he shook him a little bit.

"Sh, 'm sleepin'" Kurt mumbled cuddling closer to him.

Being unable to think of a better idea, Blaine bit the already marked skin of Kurt's neck. The good thing was that he could wake him up; the bad one, Kurt slapped him on the back of the head.

"Hey! I thought you'd love waking up and seeing my handsome face"

"Don't wake me up like that, you asshole! Next time I'll kick your nuts. Also, you still look like a panda, honey. So no handsomeness for you"

He watched as Kurt stood up and stretched his back and neck. God, who would know how sexy and muscled Kurt Hummel back would be? He was practically drooling. And he did so as the pale boy walked across the room picking up his clothes, mumbling something about how much he hated wrinkles, and put them on. He already missed the view of the milky skin and the toned muscles.

Still kneeling on the mattress, he hugged Kurt from behind.

"Angel, do feel okay? I mean, do you feel sore or it hurts or something like that?"

"I'm more than okay, Blaine. And I appreciate your concern." He turned around and knelt next to him on the bed to kiss him on the mouth. "I gotta go, though. Can you open the door for me, please?"

Blaine jumped out of the bed, grabbing a new pair of boxers and trying to put them on as he walked to the stairs.

"First you slap me then you insult me, and now you treat me like your servant; where has the entire 'Master' thing gone?"

"I'm sure you're not expecting me to call you 'master' all the time. Yeah, it's a great role play and seems to get you so horny. But I won't ever shout to you "Hey, master, you forgot your pencil!" in the middle of the school."

They both looked at each other with serious expressions until they couldn't hold the laughter anymore. Blaine couldn't help but to take the taller guy by the waist and push him against the wall to have his way with that delicious mouth once again.

But his fun didn't last much, 'cause a few seconds later Kurt pushed him away. "Blaine" he whined "I gotta go. I don't wanna see that stupid smile on my father's face again. Don't you look at me like that, Blaine Raoul Anderson!"

"Wha... My middle name is not Raoul"

Blaine made a pouty face, crossing his arms along his chest. He knew he was surely looking like a five years old kid, but he didn't actually care.

"You've never told me your middle name, if you have one. So I assumed it was Raoul, you have a Raoul face" Kurt said with a serious expression as he pinched the olive skinned cheeks.

"How do I have a Rao... You're mocking me, aren't you?" Kurt nodded solemnly "Thissodeserves punishment, my little slave"

"Blaine, I gotta go home. Really" he said walking backwards on the staircase, Blaine watching every move to make sure he wasn't going to fall "I don't even have time for aquickie"

"You won this time, Hummel but tomorrow you'll see." He kissed his bottom shaped nose. "By the way, I want you here tomorrow's morning before school" Blaine said with a wink.

"Okay" Kurt grinned, wrapping his arms around his neck "See ya' tomorrow, Blaine"

"See ya' tomorrow, angel"

They made out for another intense five minutes so that Kurt could run to his Navigator, before one of them started kissing the other... Again.

Kurt hadn't erased the big grin off of his face since he got out of Blaine's car that morning.

As they had agreed, he went to hisnowlover's house. Of course, he didn't even get to knock on the door before Blaine, or a very naked version of him actually, was there pulling him inside and lifting him off the ground so he could wrap his legs around the tiny waist and kiss him deeply.

Around twenty minutes and one of the best orgasms they ever had, both of them were taking a fast shower to get to class on time.

Even if the guy didn't admit it, Blaine was such a big softie when it came to him. He was always touching him like he was made of glass and holding him close as if Kurt was a little kid after a nightmare.
And the way that he made love to him was... amazing. Even when he was grinding his hips inhumanly fast, he looked into his eyes searching for any indication that he was feeling uncomfortable or that he was hurting him.

There wasn't any foreplay this morning, but Blaine did make sure that he was stretched enough to receive his cock; asking him a thousand times if it was okay, if it hurt or if he wanted him to stop.

Kurt knew that the bad boy didn't want a relationship and he was already pushing him by saying that they weremaking loveinstead offucking.But he felt like a cheap whore thinking that his first time was product of a bet; and he really liked Blaine. So he could pretend that Blaine liked him back and the bet didn't exist.

They were just people who liked each other and showed it by making love.

Yeah, that was it.

"So... what isDanny Zukkomaking you do?" Mercedes asked, leaning her shoulder on the locker besides his.

"Don't call him that, 'Cedes." He chuckled; he had to tell Blaine his new nickname. "And he, uhm, you know. The usual. Clean his room, do his homework, take his dog on a walk..."

"Oh, he has a dog? Lemme guess... is it a Yorkie?"

Great, Hummel. Great.

He didn't even know the different dog's breeds.

"Uhm, is one of those that have two eyes and a tail and that, you know, walk in four legs?" He ended with shriek, wanting to face palm himself.

Could he be any more stupid?

Mercedes looked like she wanted to slap him too. Her eyebrows were raised and she had placed a hand on her hip.

"Are you ok, Boo? Oh, I understand, just look in another direction. He'll be outta here in any moment"

What the hell was she talking about?Oh.

Karofsky was there.

Leaning against the opposite row of lockers and not even disguising that he was trying to kill Kurt with his glare, the jock appeared for the first time since the fight with Blaine. The worst of it all was that he winked at him when Kurt caught his eye, and he also had the nerve to lick his lips.

The guy was disgusting. And heneededBlaine.

"Just ignore him, 'Cedes. He's nothing without his big buddies" he spat, closing his locker door.

Mercedes must had sensed he was so damn scared behind hisI-don't-even-carefaçade and that was why the beautiful dark skinned woman patted his shoulder before shooting a glare at the boy across the hallway.

Trying to ignore the guy, they chit chatted for a few minutes before his best and only friend huffed angrily.

"It looks like is not your day, Kurt" she whispered as she pointed with her head the end of the hallway.

Confident as ever while he walked around the place like he knew people would move instead of him having to avoid crashing into someone, camehisbad boy.

Kurt thought the boy would keep walking like he wasn't even there like he did every day, even though recently the smaller guy would wink in his direction discretely as he passed by. What he didn't count on was Blaine noticing Karofsky's intense from just a few meters away.

The curly haired guy glared at the jock before turning his sexy glare to Kurt.

"Hey, angel. Did you miss me?" He asked before hugging him from the waist and pulling him into a deep very graphic kiss.

Not caring about the people around watching at them and gasping, Kurt didn't miss a beat in returning the kiss. He wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller guy's neck and opened his mouth to let Blaine do anything he wanted to.

Kurt was sure he heard a cry of one of the cheerleaders proclaiming "He was gay all this time!", while another one hushed her and consoled her saying that "At least now you know that it's not that he doesn't like your oversized and flaccid boobs, he just doesn't like boobs at all".

He tried to break the kiss when he heard a punch on the lockers, but his lover didn't let him. He started shivering in anticipation. What if one of the jocks punched them; or if the whole football team did. He knew Blaine was strong and oh-so-badass, but he was tiny as fuck and there was no chance he could win against all the team of mountain sized players.

They finally parted when the kiss started getting too hot and Blaine was trying to sneak his hands under his shirt. Kurt eyes instantly caught a dark-brown angry stare and he groaned inwardly.

"I assure you I can explain, 'Cedes" he gulped.

"Not now" She said still glaring at the bad boy hugging him by the waist "Karofsky punched the lockers and stormed out pushing everyone in his way."

"At least he went away" Blaine murmured kissing Kurt's still hickey covered throat.

The blue eyed boy pulled his lover away. "What has gotten into you, Blaine?!"

"I just don't like the way that asshole looks at you, like he's waiting the perfect moment to jump you or something. And besides, I missed kissing you"

Kurt groaned, letting his head fell back on the lockers. He would never understand the bad boy. One second was acting like he only wanted to fuck him and then he was holding Kurt in his arms in front of the whole fucking school and getting all jealous and possessive because a guy wasstaringat him.

He wondered if maybe it would be easier if he just preferred girls over guys.

He got rid of Blaine after a few minutes of pushing him away when the bad boy tried to kiss his or neck or hug him and glaring at him while he told him off.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful besides that and the few times he crossed Karofsky and the bigger guy would still wink at him with that big mischievous smile that made Kurt shiver in fear.

Well, the daywasuneventful... until P.E class.

He knew the class would suck when he realized that Blaine wasn't there, but he had something to look forward to; his lover had sent him a text saying that he was preparing a surprise for the afternoon and that he'd be in the parking lot to pick him up after school.

From: Cedes.

You know, when you said that the Anderson guy wasn't a homophobe I had my doubts, but kissing him to prove that he isn't, is a little too much.

Oh, man. He was screwed.

Even if he knew the class would suck, he didn't really know how much. Blaine's decision to skip class made the things easier for one Dave Karofsky. Without the smaller guy's stare following Kurt wherever he'd go, Dave was able to get closer to him and do whatever he wanted with him. He didn't even care if the blue eyed boy realized he was staring at him and touching him every time he got the chance, or if he realized he was colliding with him almost every second.

Dave was irate. How could Kurt prefer that asshole hobbit instead of him?

He knew something wasn't right when the hazel eyed guy started defendinghisKurt and fighting both Azimio and him. The damn guy was small but he was so fast and knew where to punch or kick.

He hated him.

Said hate became deeper when the guy had found him in shower with Kurt and pushed him away. Couldn't Blaine see that the fairy was his? He had every right to be in the shower with what washis.

Dave didn't understand how no one could see that Kurt was made for him. His body was made for him; he knew that no one else would ever accept Kurt's deformity. No one but him.

But his Kurt hadn't realized yet, and that made him angry.

His tolerance tripped over the edge when that asshole kissedhis possessionthat morning. The idiot had the nerve to even keep his eyes open and winked at him while he was ravishinghisKurt.

The worse thing was that the hallway was so damn crowded that he couldn't do anything except punch the lockers and storm out.

Who the hell did that hobbit think he was?! Kurt was his.

His to kiss, to hug, to own, to do whatever that he wanted to.

Andnohobbit would make him stay away from what was his.

Kurt was totally freaking out.

In the past forty five minutes Karofsky had shoved, pushed and touched him more than he had in the past years. And those stares; he needed to get out. The jock was looking at him with that predatory stare that both disgusted and scared Kurt. David even had the nerve to wink at him and touch him when nobody was looking.

He wanted to scream, to run.

Kurt needed Blaine.

He tried to stay closer to the rest of the class, but they didn't like him because of his sexuality; so they moved away or pushed him... back to David.

It all went worse when Kurt tried to shower at the same time that his classmates did, they kept shouting at him, pushing him out of the locker room and calling him names. He almost gave up and cried in the middle of the place; the nervousness making him sweat even more than an average P.E class and he really needed to bathe.

He did what he thought it was the best and took out his phone.

To: Leatherholic

I need you here, Blaine L

He hugged himself resting his head back on the wall. He wanted Blaine there to protect him, to hold him in his arms. Even when he had been a little angry at him earlier that day because of his little possessive act, he had totally forgotten that Karofsky was there when Blaine's arms had wrapped around him. He always forgot about the jock when Blaine was with him, because he made Kurt felt safe with him.

Blaine cared about him even if he didn't want him to know.

From: Leatherholic.

C'mon babe. Just a few minutes more and I'll pick you up. Don't be so impatient. We have the whole afternoon ;)

He was definitely about to cry. He really needed Blaine, didn't he see that he wasn't just being a whiny brat?

He hugged himself tighter when Karofsky walked pass him. "See ya' tomorrow, Hummel" the jock chuckled winking at him.

What?!

Was that really all? After all those shoves and groping the bigger guy would just walk away? Not that he was complaining, but that didn't seem like something Karofsky would do.

That must be his lucky day, he thought.

Kurt waited a few minutes until the rest of the boys got out of the lockers room while he tried to relax a little; he was still terrified and felt disgusted and sort of dirty. Blaine wouldn't want him if he knew the way Karofsky touched him, called himhis. He was already lucky enough that Blaine wanted him even when he was deformed. Sometimes he felt like the bad boy was doing that just because he knew that Kurt liked him and was willing to let him do whatever he wanted. That he was just another hole where he could put his dick.

But, no. He pushed those thoughts away.

Blaine liked him, he wanted him. That was why his touches were so soft and he looked at him like, all the time.

Kurt left his clothes and bag on the locker, wrapping a towel around his hips and taking his "shower bag", which had his own shampoo, soap, a loofah and shower gel, to the last shower cubicle.

He scrubbed his skin with the sponge until it was completely red. He wanted to erase the feeling of Dave eyes on him, his disgusting hands roaming along his body. He felt like Blaine would know if Karofsky had touched him, Kurt needed to be clean for Blaine.

Kurt stopped scrubbing when his skin started aching with every touch of the sponge; it itched even with the hot water.

He was rinsing his hair when he noticed that he wasn't alone.

"Missed me, fairy?"

When Kurt didn't show up at twenty minutes after his P.E class had finished, Blaine knew something was wrong.

He knew Kurt. He knew how much the blue eyed guy hated being in the school; even more on the days the football and hockey team trained.

So, what was holding him inside?

To: My angel.

Everything is ok?

Half an hour and a dozen text messages, he kept waiting for Kurt on his car. Blaine was starting to get nervous. Where was his Kurt? What was keeping him from coming out of the school? Why the hell wasn't him answering his text messages?

He waited ten minutes more and then he called him... Of course, it went straight to the voice mail.

"Kurt, angel, it's me. Are you okay? I'm getting worried, you know? Can you please call me as soon as you can? Or if you're angry with me for any reason just text me to let me know you're okay. Please. I just wanna know if you're alright"

He kept pacing the ground, checking his phone every second not even waiting until the screen went off to look at it again. "Angel, it's me again. Uhm, this isn't funny. I've been waiting for you for like... an hour; you're never late. What's going on? Even the football and hockey teams had left the building. Where are you? Angel, please, send me a message. I don't care if it's empty, I will take it like you're okay."

Ten more minutes went by and he decided to go inside to take a look. The school was so damn empty and silent that it seemed like a bad scary movie.

Instead of wandering around the building, he went straight to the office of whom he knew that'd be there even if there was an alien's attack: Emma Pillsbury; AKA the school counselor.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Pillsbury. Can I ask you a question?"

The already doe eyed woman widened her eyes at the sight of the residential bad boy speaking nicely at her.

He knew he hadn't been respectful to the school's authorities since he arrived, but they had already him pegged as a trouble maker since he walked through the school's door with his leather jacket, combat boots and chains hanging on the waistband of his jeans. "Uhm, Blaine. Of course, tell me. How can I help you? I'm sure I'll have some pamphlets that will help you with any pro ..."

"I can't find Kurt" he interrupted, knowing she wouldn't stop if she started talking.

Stopping her search through the box of pamphlets, she blinked at him.

"Kurt as in Hummel?" He nodded "You're looking for Kurt Hummel... Have you considered that he might be hiding if he knew that you were looking for him? You know Kurt is such an adorable kid and he might be af..."

"He's not hiding away from me. He's my fucki... He's myboyfriend!" Well in his mind,Kurt was his boyfriend."He just disappeared and I'm worried. Can you please help me? 'Cause if you can't, I'll keep looking by myself, thanks"

He was almost out the door when the red haired woman talked again. "If you're worried, I can call Will."

"That would be so kind of you" he hissed through his teeth.

She talked on her phone for a few seconds, nodding and humming constantly. She even whispered "did you know they are dating?" when she thought Blaine wasn't hearing. "Will says that Kurt, yourboyfriend" she repeated as if she was trying to get used to it "had a problem after his P.E class today and his father has already picked him up"

"A problem?! Is he okay? Tell me he's okay."

He stood up so fast he made the chair fall. Blaine frightened the red haired woman by getting so nervous and almost getting into her personal space by smacking his hands on her desk and leaning forward.

"Blaine relax! Sit, please." She motioned to the chair and the bad boy did as he was told to. But he couldn't stay like that more than two seconds.

"Screw this! I don't want to relax, I wantmyKurt"

He stormed out of the office and the school still swearing and punching or kicking different objects. As he hopped into his car, his first instinct was to drive over to Kurt's house. He wasn't just going to stay at his house and wait until Kurt appeared or sent him a message.

Of course what he didn't count was on a certain father's truck outside the house.