It started a couple of weeks before Christmas break. He had barely spoken to Blaine since Sectionals, just whenever they had to in Warbler’s practice and occasionally when Blaine would pass him in the halls and smirk, throwing out a “go out with me?” half heartedly, obviously not really expecting a positive response, but just asking anyway. Kurt would merely roll his eyes and keep walking, no longer bothering to say no to the persistent boy.

Regardless of these weak attempts to get him to give in, Blaine had been different than how Kurt had come to know him. He looked distracted most of the time. He still had his usual cocky demeanor as he walked around the school, but Kurt caught him biting his lip in thought on a couple of occasions, or whispering frantically into his phone on another. Blaine was acting weird, and it was two weeks before he’d be heading home for the holidays when Kurt got a hint as to why. 

He headed up to his dorm room after classes, eager to drop his bag off and maybe call Mercedes before dinner was served. 

“Hey Kurt,” his roommate Trent said from where he was lounging in his desk chair reading, smiling and pointing to a package on Kurt’s bed. “That came for you in the mail.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow, confused as all hell. He definitely hadn’t ordered anything, and he would have got anything he did order sent to his house in Lima, not the dorms. 

“Are you sure?” 

Trent laughed, putting his book down to give Kurt his full attention, obviously curious about the delivery. “Definitely has your name on it. What is it?” 

“I have no idea,” Kurt moved closer to the bed, eyeing the box carefully before picking it up. 

He felt his jaw drop, his mouth go dry and his eyes widen when he read the return address information on the back. Alexander McQueen. The official logo and everything, printed discretely in the corner of the package.   

Suddenly he didn’t care who was sending him mail, because that person had sent him McQueen. He tore open the box as quickly as he could, finding some tissue wrapped garments. 

“Kurt,” Trent said quietly, “Is that underwear?” 

He had turned as red as a tomato when he pulled the soft material from their place in the box. One pair of the softest, cotton catacomb skull boxer briefs he had ever seen, and one pair of embroidered silk boxes. They fell into his lap as he clapped his hands over his open mouth. “Oh my god.” 

He knew the price of these items. And he knew that the only person that could afford this kind of purchase was someone that wouldn’t realize how inappropriate it was to buy another person underwear when he didn’t know him at all. 

Kurt so embarrassed, walking to class the next day. He didn’t know what to do with his…gift. He really didn’t want to approach Blaine about the issue, because what if it actually wasn’t him? How humiliating would that be? But he couldn’t keep them! Could he? 

Deep in thought, he didn’t have time to avoid Blaine when the other boy approached him. 

“Hey babe,” he said far louder than was necessary, causing people to glance over at them. He leant sideways against the wall, hands deep in his pockets as he grinned at Kurt. “Did you get my present?” He threw in one of his signature winks. 

“Oh my god, Blaine” Kurt hissed, glancing around at the people watching on in amusement. “You sent me underwear? Seriously?” 

Blaine’s smile started to fade. “I know how much you love McQueen, I thought it was a nice gesture. And besides, now when I picture you without your uniform on, I’ll have an accurate image in my mind.” 

“Do you have any idea how inappropriate that is?” Kurt could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, all the way down his neck and up to the tips of his ears. 

“So you don’t like it?” 

“Of course I don’t like it,” Kurt attempted to sound forceful, but he just couldn’t deny the allure of designer briefs, and even though he was a good actor, he was flustered and couldn’t help but hesitate. 

“Well then,” Blaine’s smirk was back in full force. “Maybe you shouldn’t open anything else that arrives in the mail in the next day or so.” 

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When he gets back to his dorm the next day, there is another package on his bed, and Trent is looking at him with laughter as he ducks out of the room to visit a friend. This time, the box isn’t straight from the post office, and is smaller and wrapped in Christmas paper, a decorative bow on top, and a little card tucked into the ribbon.

Kurt wills away the butterflies in his stomach, hating himself for having that kind of reaction. He plucks the card from the gift, unfolding it to read a surprisingly neat and elegant scrawl.

Kurt,

I already bought the other ‘garments’ before I saw this and decided it was perfect for your official Christmas present. Can’t wait to see you wearing it, and to maybe get some other use out of it. I’m fairly certain this was made just for my four-poster bed. If you know what I mean?   

Merry Christmas,

Blaine.

Kurt felt like he had been in a constant state of embarrassment, anger and frustration for the past couple of days. And that only increased when he opened the box to find a leather, double-wrap wrist cuff, straight from the McQueen online store. The small gold skull dangling from the buckle made it clear that this was genuine, and damn expensive if Kurt knew his favourite designers pricing correctly, which he did. His heart was racing when he thought of what Blaine had implied in his note, his blood was boiling with anger. And definitely not with interest or excitement. Not at all. 

Reluctantly, Kurt tucked the item back in the box, and shoved it under his bed where the other gifts were. He needed to give them back to Blaine at some point. But he knew that returning the items and getting the money back on them, would be a difficult task, even for someone as wealthy as Blaine. Besides, what was the harm in keeping such gorgeous designer items, just for a couple more days? 

The next morning, he made it clear to Blaine that buying him expensive gifts wasn’t going to suddenly get him to change his mind, he was trying too hard now, and still not being himself or actually trying to get to know Kurt. Blaine didn’t look phased however, smiling softly and telling him that he had other plans, a thought that scared Kurt terribly if he was being completely honest with himself. 

He had nervous flutters in his stomach for most of the day, scared to go up to his room and see what Blaine had in store for him this time. However, he barely even made it out of his last class of the day before he found out exactly what Blaine’s plan was. For when he stepped out of his history classroom and started walking down the corridor he heard the familiar sounds of the Warblers singing the opening notes of some song, all of the boys lining the walls of the corridor as they sang the backing sounds. Blaine was standing in the middle of the crowd, as other students bustled passed him, eager to get out of the way and find somewhere to watch from that wasn’t the middle of the scene. 

When he opened his mouth and began to sing, Kurt begged the gods he didn’t believe in to allow the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

Baby girl, where you at?
Got no strings, got men attached.

Kurt clutched his books to his chest and stormed off in the other direction, trying in vain to ignore the song that was following him, or the people he pushed passed that were looking on in amusement. He wasn’t paying any mind to where he was heading, he just needed to get away. 

See all these illusions just take us too long,

And I want it bad. 

Blaine had taken advantage of the crowds getting in Kurt’s way, hurrying so that he was circling him while he walked, smirking and moving around him with a little swagger, his voice basically dripping with confidence.

Kurt put his head down and tried to get away, disbelieving that the Warblers had actually agreed to this madness. His distraction didn’t pay off, as seconds later he walked through a doorway and found himself in the middle of the Senior Commons, trapped in the room as the rest of his choir flittered around the room, the sound coming at him from all directions as Blaine jumped up on the coffee table, spinning around to face him as he reached the chorus.

When I get you alone,

When I get you you’ll know,

When I get you alone. 

Kurt desperately did not know what would happen if Blaine eventually got him alone, but he knew that would never ever happen, especially after this charming little display. 

Giving in to the inevitability of the situation, Kurt stood stock still in the center of the room as other students filed in around him, all excited to be witnessing another impromptu Warbler’s performance. He glared at Nick and Jeff and Trent as they danced around, dutifully backing up their lead singer and giving Kurt apologetic and yet still amused glances. 

Baby girl, you da shit,

That makes you my equivalent,

Well you can keep your toys in the drawer tonight,

All right… 

He honestly didn’t think it was possible for the red in his cheeks to darken any further, but damn he would challenge that as Blaine winked at him yet again, singing desperately, about toys.

When the boys finally started the last chorus, Kurt couldn’t have been more thankful, or more eager to get away from the situation. He had had enough of rejecting Blaine in public; it was getting more and more embarrassing for everyone involved.

The cocky lead singer jumped from the coffee table, striding over to stand directly in front of Kurt. He stretched out the last notes as long as he could, the other voices mingling around and coming to an impressive finish in unison, the Warblers trademark.

It was only seconds later that Kurt fled the room, not leaving anybody the chance to speak to him.

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He wasn’t going to go to dinner that night. His plan of crawling under the covers of his bed and dying of humiliation seemed like far better idea. But then Trent came into the room, followed by Nick and Jeff looking sheepish and the glare he sent their way apparently wasn’t powerful enough to make them drop dead for being such traitors. 

“Are you coming down to dinner?” Nick asked quietly. 

Kurt glared harder. 

“Are you mad at us?” Trent couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry Kurt, but he’s the lead, we had to back him up. And serenading you seemed like a sweet idea.” 

“How could singing that song at anyone in public seem like a sweet idea?”

Kurt said dryly. 

“Come on, Kurt,” Nick seemed to be trying not to roll his eyes. “You need to eat after the day you’ve had, and we promise we will sit around you and not let him get near you, or let anyone laugh.” 

“And besides,” Jeff added. “No one is laughing at you, everyone is very used to Blaine’s antics.” 

Kurt huffed as he got up off the bed; he couldn’t deny that his stomach was grumbling from hunger. While he didn’t say anything to his friends, so maturely deciding that they deserved the silent treatment for a little longer, he allowed them to lead him from the room and make their way to the dining hall as a group. 

Fifteen minutes later and he was almost starting to feel a little better. He had a chicken salad piled onto his plate and as much as he missed being able to cook his own dinners, he did enjoy the quality of food served at Dalton, especially if he compared it to the lunches they were given at McKinley. Keeping his head down, Kurt ate in silence as the other guys talked around him, laughing and chatting about anything other than the Robin Thicke fiasco. 

He was almost smiling again when a shadow appeared next to the table and Blaine was obnoxiously trying to gain his attention once again.

“Kurt Hummel,” he spoke far louder than was necessary, as he was prone to doing. Kurt just knew that everyone in the room was once again looking at him. 

“I understand your hesitation to speak to me after this afternoon, I can see that you’re embarrassed to admit to your feelings for me, but I just want you to know, that it’s okay to have these urges for other boys, it’s just natural, and I promise you I feel the same way about you.”

Kurt felt himself shaking as he stood abruptly, almost knocking his salad to the floor as he stormed over to Blaine, grabbing his arm to drag him bodily from the room and the staring crowd.

“Oh a feisty one!” Blaine exclaimed.

Kurt dragged him down the hall, as far away from the dining room and other people as was possible before he snapped, stopping and turning on Blaine, using his height to tower over him. 

“What on earth is your problem?” He all but yelled. 

“Nothing,” Blaine seemed to finally realize that Kurt was actually really upset. Now away from the watching eyes of the other Dalton boys, his cocky smile had fallen, to be replaced by a look of pure frustration.

“You can’t just do stuff like that,” Kurt admonished, folding his arms across his chest.

“Like what? Buy you expensive and beautiful gifts? Or sing a song just for you?” 

“Those gifts were ridiculous, Blaine! Inappropriate and far too much money when I have told you time and time again that you can’t just be cocky and rich and get me to fall at your feet.” 

“I can’t believe how ungrateful you’re being,” Blaine put his hands on his hips, his stance angry and upset. “I’m fucking trying here.” 

“What on earth made you think that this would work?” 

“Nick said that I should try and woo you.” Blaine’s voice was small, disbelieving that he was actually admitting this.

“He did what?” 

Kurt shut his eyes, sighing and swallowing all the horribly harsh words that were flying around his brain at that point; he just couldn’t say them when the usually arrogant asshole in front of him was looking so dejected and lost. 

“Blaine,” he said finally. “It’s really sweet of you to try, but its all just so wrong. This whole thing shows just how much you don’t know me. I’m not some kind of sappy teenage girl, I don’t want to be ‘wooed’, especially not like that.” 

Blaine swallowed hard, his face wiping clear of all emotion as he took in the words and hopefully realized that Kurt wasn’t about to suggest a round of hot sex before bed. 

“Your lust is clearly so superficial its painful. None of this crap is me. I want someone who knows me as a person; my favourite song, my coffee order. Someone who shares the same…political views. I want someone that isn’t going to drop me the second they get what they want. So please, just leave me be.” 

Kurt turned to walk away, desperately trying not to let Blaine see the tears in his eyes. “I’ll give you back those gifts tomorrow.”