Kurt crossed the threshold of the front door to his house, shutting the door behind him.

"Hey, kiddo! How did it go?" Burt asked from his place on the couch.

Placing his messenger bag on the floor, Kurt took a seat next to his father. "Alright." He answered shortly.

This caught Burt's attention, "Hey, wait. Something's wrong. Did someone say something to you? Did anyone hurt you?" Burt's voice rose a bit as he scanned Kurt for any sign of maltreatment.

Kurt folded his arms across his chest, "No, dad. I'm fine. Nothing's wrong, I promise."

Burt eyed his son suspiciously, but after a minute he seemed to give up, "Alright..." He paused, settling back against the couch, "but you need to tell me if there ever is something wrong; got it?"

Kurt nodded, "I know, Dad."

With that he stood up, no longer being able to be around his father, grabbed his bag and made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. He felt guilty, being near his dad; it's not like he had been lying. Burt had been worried that the boys had made fun of him or shoved him around. None of that had happened, though... yet Kurt still felt guilty, because... yeah, something was wrong, but it wasn't anything that Burt would have expected and it wasn't anything that Kurt would want to admit to Burt.

"Fresh meat, eh Blaine?" David elbowed Blaine in the side, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Hey, fuck off, D. He's my tutor." Blaine argued.

"Right." Wes snorted, "That's why you were eye fucking him just now."

Blaine's face hardened. "Listen jackass, just because we're friends doesn't mean I'm against breaking a few of your bones."

Wes laughed outright which in turn made the rest of them follow suit, including Blaine.

"Blaine!" He heard his name being called and looked up.

"Boys?" He smirked at the supers, Don, and Kurt.

"Please be kind and introduce Kurt to your friends."

Kurt made his way over to the table, taking long strides, his head held high despite his nervousness about meeting the others.

"Kurt," Blaine started, and oh. Kurt could get used to hearing Blaine's smooth voice saying his name, "This is Wes," he pointed to the boy sitting directly next to him, "Jeff, David, and Nick." He gestured to the other three who were scattered around the circular table.

Kurt forced a smile, "Nice to meet you all."

They gave a unanimous grunt of agreement, all the while their gaze flitting back and forth between Kurt and Blaine.

Noticing this, Kurt's skin crawled with fear as he glanced at Blaine who was- we he0 was he really just openly staring at Kurt's ass?

Oh, for goodness' sake. This was going to be a chore.

Heat rose to Kurt's cheeks, a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"Maybe it would be easier if you took a picture, hmm?" Kurt snapped, an eyebrow raised.

Blaine was unaffected by Kurt's anger and just smirked, his gaze slowly making its way up Kurt's body to make eye contact with him.

"Got a camera?" Blaine asked; his voice gravely and thick. Kurt flushed at the sound of it and his eyes narrowed. He couldn't bring himself to respond before Blaine broke eye contact with him, looking around the table at his peers.

"Boys. If you'd please, let Kurt and I have just a few minutes alone..." His voice was soft, but anyone could tell that it was not a request, but an order.

The others vacated the area wordlessly. "Sit." Blaine suggested, gesturing to the seat next to him.

Kurt hesitated, determined to be defiant of Blaine's orders.

Blaine huffed, "Please?"

"Thank you." Kurt spoke sharply, taking the seat across the table from Blaine.

"Why so far away, doll face?" He pouted dramatically.

Kurt narrowed his eyes, "Uh, nuh-uh. You are not to call me that ever again."

Blaine looked offended, "It's a term of endearment."

Kurt laughed bitterly, "Yeah, if I were a woman and this was the 50's. Even then it'd be severely patronizing."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Someone's uptight." He mumbled.

Kurt gasped, his anger getting the better of him, "Uptight? No. A man who does not appreciate being patronized? Yes."

"And would you prefer that I call you Sweet-cheeks? I think that's a pretty accurate nickname." Blaine wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Are you always this overtly perverse?" Kurt asked in disgust.

Blaine shrugged with a chuckle, "Only with the boys I happen to find particularly delectable."

Kurt felt a heat rise to his cheeks and ears, undoubtedly turning them red. Never in a million years would he have imagined he be described in such a way. And he definitely never would have expected that he'd like it.

Remembering Ralph's words, he reprimanded himself for forgetting that this was just Blaine and he was a flirt. There was nothing behind it. No reason other than physical attraction; no romance or feelings. But why would there be? They'd only just met. There was no basis for Blaine to have any feelings for him or vice versa.

And Blaine was obviously an obscenely vulgar jackass so why on Earth was Kurt drawn to him the way he was?

"And how many of the times would you say that this has happened?" Kurt asked with a roll of his eyes.

Blaine only arched his brows at Kurt, "I'm guessing they told you about my past tutors?"

"Briefly." He replied shortly.

He cleared his throat, eyes shifting nervously, "I have to admit that I've been known to be... forward... with certain boys."

Kurt tried to hid his amusement at the obvious blush creeping its way to Blaine's cheeks. "Oh?" He was trying very hard to suppress his giggling.

Blaine narrowed his eyes, trying to regain control of the situation, "But I have to say," his demeanor changed dramatically, his voice dropping an octave and adopting a very smooth tone. "With the others, I've never wanted to do half of the dirty, dirty things that I would love to do to you."

A chill ran down Kurt's spine and he wondered if it was what Blaine had said or that he was slack jawed, licking his bottom lip and staring at Kurt like he wanted nothing more than to jump over the table and ravish him. Maybe it was a combination of both. Either way, Kurt's head was swimming and he felt dizzy and hot and could Blaine just stop staring at him like that for two seconds so he could breathe?

"Butterfly, Blaine!" Wes sing-songed as he stood at the side of the table.

Once again, Blaine was shaken, "God fucking damn it, Wes. Get the fuck out of here!"

"Thank you, Wes." Don smiled as he arrived opposite him at the rounded table. He sent a hard frown at Blaine, "Blaine, a word?"

Blaine rolled his eyes, but followed Don away from the table and to the corner of the room with the supervisors.

Wes took Blaine's spot across from Kurt and eyed him in amusement. Kurt didn't doubt that he looked absolutely ridiculous. His breathing was a bit labored, and the blush he was sporting felt like it would never go away.

Finally, he gathered himself to ask, "What does that do to him, exactly?"

Wes furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "What does what do to who?"

"Butterfly."

"Oh! That." He laughed, "Well, Blaine comes off a bit strong sometimes..." Kurt almost laughed outright, "Let's his emotions get the better of him."

He paused waiting for Kurt to respond, but really, he just wanted to know the rest. Wes sighed, "'Butterfly' brings him back to reality. The reason? That's something Blaine'll have to tell you himself."

Kurt nodded. He couldn't help but feel uneasy about Blaine, knowing that he needed help to be brought back to reality. It worried him that one day the word wouldn't work and that Blaine would do something irrational; or that something like that could have already happened.

He didn't know anything about Blaine other than his past offenses, and his parents' names and careers; and even those things he only knew in brief detail. Other than that, he only knew that he apparently had the raging 'hots' for Kurt.

"When you say 'comes on too strongly'..." Kurt started; he didn't want to offend anyone but he also didn't want to put himself in possible danger.

Wes' eyes widened, "No, no! I don't mean... He'd never, like- He... no." They both took a breath, "Blaine just gets very passionate about things sometimes and... it's really his words that he can't seem to keep to his damn self. He says things sometimes that would... inappropriate... to other people." Wes rubbed his hand over his face, trying to get his bearings before continuing, "Because he's thinking them, and they take over his mind and so he thinks the best way to express himself is through admitting thoughts that most would be too shy to admit. I'm sure you've noticed that he's very expressive. He doesn't hold back, and sometimes we just have to make him."

Kurt nodded because, yeah, he'd noticed. He felt relief knowing that Blaine would not be taking advantage of him unwillingly, but was still a bit wary.

"It mostly happens when he's really pissed or really turned on, so..." For what seemed like the millionth time that day, Kurt blushed, realizing what Wes was implying. "I'm sure it can happen with other emotions, but pissed and horny are kind of Blaine's default moods, so I haven't seen anything else."

Wes chuckled and was amused at the thought, "Do you know the reasoning behind 'butterfly'?" He pressed on, curiosity getting the better of him.

The other boy hesitated, "I do." He admitted, "Don and I are the only ones who know the meaning behind it besides Blaine." He took a breath, glancing toward Blaine who was still standing in the corner talking to Don, "We're the only ones he trusts, to be honest. So don't be offended if he doesn't tell you stuff. That's just how he is. Very guarded when he can be, but speaks his mind without thinking."

Kurt nodded, not really sure if he should thank Wes or not for the information he'd shared. The whole situation was weird and convoluted. He felt as if he were being sized up as a suitor for Blaine rather than a tutor.

"Speak of the devil." Wes smirked as Blaine returned to the table, plopping down next to Wes with a loud thud.

"I hope you were talking me up. You're supposed to be my wing-man, asshole." Blaine laughed.

"Only wonderful anecdotes of your time spent frolicking through fields of flowers, I assure you." Wes joked, "What did Don want?"

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Oh you know, the old 'keep your hands to yourself; be a good boy or I'll cut your dick off' spiel."

The other two boys winced involuntarily at Blaine's words, but Wes' smile returned instantly, shaking his head with a laugh.

"He really said that?" Kurt asked. Don didn't seem the type to threaten bodily harm, even jokingly.

"I'm paraphrasing." Blaine waved dismissively.

"I think you mean exaggerating; or borderline lying." Wes laughed.

Blaine glared, "I think you can go fuck yourself." He smiled wickedly and Wes barked with laughter.

Oddly enough, the crudeness of Blaine's jokes and the way he interacted with his friends didn't bother Kurt as much as one would expect; as much as he would have expected. What's more; he found that Blaine cursing was probably the hottest thing he had ever heard in his life. Which was very unfortunate for Kurt because he seemed to do it quite often.

"So, Kurt..." and there was his name again, rolling off of Blaine's tongue in a velvety soft way that made Kurt want to melt into a puddle, "How are you enjoying Dalton so far?" He asked innocently.

"I'll let you know next time; after I start trying to tutor you." Kurt responded dryly.

"Trying? Are you implying that I'm not good enough?" Blaine gasped, feigning offense.

"We'll see." Kurt met Blaine's gaze with a challenging look in his eyes.

He saw Blaine's pupils dilate and heard him growl. Seriously. He growled like a dog. Kurt found it hard to catch his breath, but he held his eye contact with Blaine.

"Can't wait."

And ohgod, Kurt couldn't either. That is what he felt guilty about.

He couldn't wait until the next day, when he'd be able to go back and actually have some alone time with Blaine.

The thought both excited Kurt and terrified him. Don had told him about 'Butterfly' and told him to only use it when Blaine was getting intense. He hadn't said anything about what it meant, to Kurt's disappointment, but he was given permission to use it if need be.

Kurt's emotions were all over the place. On one hand, he felt repulsed at how Blaine was blatantly objectifying him, but on the other hand, Blaine was extremely attractive and just... something about him made Kurt want to be thought of that way.

He felt horrible, because what would Burt think if he found out that he was even thinking of doing anything with Blaine? He was a reform student for goodness' sake. Burt would be furious he Kurt got involved with him.

Not that there was even a possibility. Blaine was attracted to Kurt, yes; and as much as Kurt was flattered, and as flustered as Blaine made him, Kurt was a romantic. He wanted a relationship, and that is not something that Blaine would give him. He couldn't have a relationship with Blaine, he just couldn't. It didn't make any sense and it was wrong. Blaine was wrong for him.

But if Blaine was so wrong for him, why did he long for the morning when he'd be able to see him again?

He couldn't think about anything else for the rest of the day. At dinner, he was distracted and when the questions came up about Dalton, he gave very short answers. His family didn't need to know what was going on in his head. They didn't need to know about Blaine or Wes or anything other than the fact that he was there to tutor a kid in French and Chemistry. They didn't need to know that the boy he was tutoring also happened to like boys, and that he was an insane flirt and that he just happened to be the most attractive boy Kurt had ever set his eyes on.

They didn't need to know that when Kurt had gone up to his room when he got home, that he lay there in his bed resisting the thoughts of Blaine running his hands over Kurt's body, kissing him, having him bite and suck the tender skin of his neck. They didn't need to know that it had taken all of his self control not to touch himself at the thought of Blaine naked and moaning Kurt's name. They definitely didn't need to know that.