Chapter 2

This was not how Blaine Anderson had imagined his first kiss.

Whenever he had thought about his first kiss Blaine had always thought it would be outside on a quite summer night with the stars shining down on him and his sweet boyfriend as they kissed for the first time. And while he could never picture what that perfect boy looked like, it was safe to say that Blaine had not pictured giving his first kiss to a boy like Kurt Hummel, let alone having it happen against the tacky red lockers that lined McKinley High School. How he had got there, Blaine wasn't very certain of considering he had been escorted off the auditorium stage just minutes ago, but somehow in the few minutes after leaving the stage Blaine had been pushed against the lockers and his mouth attacked by the older boy. Kissing Kurt Hummel, Blaine thought as his mind came full circle. Blaine Anderson was kissing Kurt Hummel and gosh was it amazing.

He didn't know what to expect when the taller boy's lips came crashing down on his but now that they had he wanted more. Blaine fought for control with his lips, slipping his tongue inside the other boys mouth, almost crying out when the taste of Kurt hit him. If he could, Blaine would have stood there all day kissing Kurt, he would have stayed there forever. Yup, he was definitely gay.

Gasping for a breath Blaine's mind short-circuited as Kurt's lips traveled down his neck, marking him as his own. Kurt's armed moved from were they were on either side of Blaine's head trapping him against the lockers, down the side of Blaine's body, and into the back pocket of his high-water pants squeezing the smaller boys ass and causing the younger to release an almost animalistic groan.

"Wanky" smirked a long legged Latina student clad in McKinley High Cheerio garb, which caused both of the boys' heads to turn around in order to see who had spoken.

"Fuck you Santana...Leave...Now." retorted Kurt in between breaths as he returned to kiss Blaine's neck as if nothing had interrupted the two.

"Oh don't get your panties in a twist Hummel, well that's assuming that you're even able to wear panties in jeans that tight" replied Santana, causing Blaine to moan again as the thought of Kurt nude beneath those tight jeans. "Don't forgot to use protection kiddos!" Santana shouted as she skipped off to find Brittany.

"Well that ruined the mood a little," Kurt grumbled moving back a step, still practically fucking Blaine with his eyes.

"Um yeah.." muttered Blaine as he ran his over his hair to make sure no stray strands of hair had escaped his perfectly gelled hairdo during their little escapade. "Are you ready for lunch?"

"Nah, I'm leaving now."

"You're skipping school? But I have cookies!" whined Blaine.

"Sorry babe. You could come with me if you want," Kurt said, taking a step forward in order to wrap his arms around the younger boy's waist. "That way, we can make sure we wont be interrupted again."

"Me? Skip school? I could never..."

"Well I guess that settles it, see ya around babe."

"You won't even stay for my cookies? I made them from scratch," edged Blaine, hoping he could lure the older into staying, at least for a bit.

"Let me see them," considered Kurt peering into the picnic basket. They looked good and Kurt hadn't eaten since God knows when, so he reached in, grabbed the cookies, and turned towards the nearest exit.

"See you around short-stack" Kurt yelled as he sauntered towards the big red doors.

"But how will i get in touch with you?" called Blaine as the doors closed shut, leaving Blaine all alone in the empty hallway. A buzz from Blaine's back pocket caused him to look down.

1 New Message.

I'll find you. -K

"You're late" Quinn stated, taking a drag of her cigarette and holding it in a second before letting out in a string of perfectly constructed smoke rings.

"And you're still PMS-ing I see" retorted Kurt as he settled into one of the tattered couches that hid under the beaches earlier that year. "Where are your Skanks?"

"I let them go today, their presence was just killing my mood"

"I can see that, it looks like you're in a much better mood now" scoffed Kurt, amused by the blonde-turned-pink forever melancholy demeanor.

"Shut up Hummel."

"Whatever Fabray."

A comfortable silence fell over the pair as Kurt lit a cigarette and settled back into the sofa. Taking a drag of his cigarette Kurt closed his eyes and reflected on his day.

"So did you get him?"

"Who?"

"The funny looking boy with the bowties that I always say I want to rip off and burn. Honestly who wears bowties anymore, especially ones with flamingos on them? It's like he's screaming out I'M GAY, COME HIT ME" mocked Quinn.

"Yeah I got him" replied Kurt simply, ignoring Quinn's jibes.

"How long?"

"How long till what Quinn?" Kurt asked boredly even though he already knew what she was referring to.

"How long will this one take Kurtie?" sing-songed Quinn. "I'm guessing three weeks tops. I know you always say I underestimate you, and I know I have in the past, but he looks a few more layers than the boys you normally pick to break. Three weeks top though and then pick a boy less, well less goodie-two-shoes."

"End of the semester," he stated, ignoring her comments again.

"That long?"

"I want to take it slow this time."

"Take it slow?" Quinn asked incredulously . "You never take it slow Kurt, not since Sebastian. Are you going soft or something? I thought you were over this Hummel. You decided on quick and easy with no emotions, just a little bit of fun and then let them go."

"I...Fuck Fabray I know that he's just more interesting then the others, maybe that means we can play for a little longer or something..." Kurt muttered flicking his cigarette to the ground and stamping it out with his heel. With that, Kurt swift from the couch and pulled out his phone, "Damn, I got to get laid."

Quinn watched has the boy paced and waited for someone to pick up the phone, she hadn't seen him like this over a boy in a while, not since Sebastian. Maybe this boy would be good change for Kurt, even if he did wear hideous bowties.

"Hey Jonathan babe, I heard your parents weren't home." Quinn overheard Kurt growl into his phone. "I know babe, let's skip and have some fun."

Or maybe not.

Blaine spent all afternoon thinking about Kurt and the kiss they shared that morning. He walked through the hallways of McKinley High School in a daze, unaware of the students that bumped into him as they rushed to their next classes. As he sat next the window in his last period of the day Blaine gazed outside and he noticed a boy in a familiar leather jacket walk through the parking-lot towards a beat up motorcycle with another boy in tow. Blaine watched as Kurt pushed the boy against the nearest car and kissed him. He felt like he was going to be sick as he watched the two boys kissing in the parking-lot, all thoughts of the events of this morning turned sour.

"Mr. Anderson? Mr. Anderson, what is the answer to the integral shown in problem fifty-two" Blaine's calculus teacher asked, forcing him to turn away from the window.

"I...I don't know" whispered Blaine as he fought the tears that threatened to fall.

"Well next time it would be smart to pay attention in class instead of staring out the window Mr. Anderson. This is an advance placement, college level course, which means that we will not be waiting for anyone who is lagging behind especially when they are not even paying attention in my class. Moving along, Mr. Chang could you please give us the answer to the integral shown in problem fifty-two since Mr. Anderson was unable to do so?"

As the class continued on Blaine glanced out the window the one last time and noticed a boy's arms wrapped around Kurt's waist as the motorcycle turn out of McKinley High School.