When Kurt's alarm sounded in the morning, he needed no extra encouragement to get out of bed immediately. He practically sprung off of the mattress and readied himself for the day as fast but as thoroughly as he could.

He should probably be upset or annoyed that his weekends would be spent volunteering, but he could hardly find a smidgen of disappointment. It was only the second day that he'd be returning to Dalton, and already he was totally enthralled with the place. He thinks that maybe he should be scared or feel threatened, but instead he feels the excitement bubble up inside of him.

Blaine, Kurt remembered. The slightly shorter boy with dark curls and long thick eyelashes which acted as gates to restrain the intensity that were the boy's eyes. He remembered the long, appreciative looks that Blaine stole the day before. He recalled the boy's hungry, needy advances toward Kurt and how he had managed to make him�growl.

Yes, Kurt admonished, Blaine was definitely worth giving up his weekends for. He knew very little about him, but one thing Kurt�did�know was that Blaine was very forward. Of course, he could be... he was blessed with the rugged good looks and the bad boy charm. Kurt felt both jealous and extremely turned on by Blaine; a frightening mixture. But Kurt was determined to make himself feel even just a�little�bit attractive.

Making sure that he donned his tightest pair of jeans and a shirt that showed a bit more neck than he would usually deem appropriate, he made his way out the door, his head held high.

Kurt glanced over the schedule that Don had given him the day before as he got off of the elevator at the second floor. Noticing that it said Blaine was to meet Kurt in the rec room and they'd be escorted to a private study room, he retrieved his key to open the rec room.

Blaine turned on the spot to see who entered and his jaw practically dropped. Kurt tried to hold in his excitement at the way Blaine combed over every inch of his body with his eyes as he ventured further into the room.

"Damn." Blaine commented as Kurt finally reached him, and Kurt couldn't hold back a smirk. "Today is going to be a�really�good day." Blaine added, his eyes appearing to be glued to Kurt's ass.

Kurt gave a breathy chuckle, "Yes, well French is a very exciting language."

Blaine didn't look up, "Yeah, sure. French."

Kurt snapped his fingers in front of Blaine's face, "Hey, no. We're going to be led to the study room and we're going to�study."

Blaine looked at him and�Oh god, Kurt really needed to build up a stronger resolve because those damn�eyes�would definitely be the death of him. He briefly recalled Blaine's file and laughed inwardly at the fact that they were described as 'brown'. A more accurate description would be, 'honey', 'hazel', or- and this was Kurt's favorite- 'Death traps of fucking fire and sex'.

"You two ready to go?" The guard asked from beside them. Kurt was startled by the interruption, which didn't make sense because neither of them had been talking.

"Yes, please lead the way." He requested politely and followed the man as he headed for the door.

When they reached the exit, Blaine signaled for Kurt to go ahead of him. Without thinking, Kurt did so. He was rewarded seconds later with a rather loud wolf-whistle coming from behind him.

"Blaine!" Kurt hissed, his cheeks heating with embarrassment. He glanced at the guard who seemed unaffected by the exchange and moved forward.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's forearm and pulled him to his side rather than have him trail behind him. Blaine whined at first in protest, but as soon as he was next to Kurt he put his arm around his waist. "If you wanted to be closer, baby, all you had to do was ask." He winked.

Kurt used all of his will power not to melt into the warmth of Blaine, the anger that the shorter boy had instilled in him helping a great deal. He groaned, "Oh god, you're insufferable."

Blaine ducked his head so it landed on Kurt's shoulder, "I try." He said wistfully.

Kurt rolled his eyes, but before he could respond the guard announce their arrival at the study room. Unlocking the door the large man told them to enter. Kurt followed Blaine into the room silently, stealing a look at�his assets, which were quite lovely if anyone were to ask Kurt.

"I will be standing outside this room. if you need me for anything just ring the bell right here." The man gestured to the wall to the right of the door which held a doorbell-type-button.

Kurt nodded and Blaine smirked, "So, say we wanted a pizza..."

The guard's eyes narrowed. "Don't be a smart-ass, Anderson," he warned.

"Better than a dumb-ass, Wally." Blaine winked.

"That's not my name, Anderson, and if you call me that again I�will�make sure that your lunch today is less than desirable."

"You have so much pull with the lunch ladies, don't you Sammy?"

"Also not my name. I suggest you get studying, Blaine, before Kurt here decides that you're less than worthy of his time and starts tutoring�another�boy." He glared at Blaine before turning his attention to Kurt, "Sam Walton, by the way, nice to meet you."

Kurt would have responded in kind, but Sam was already out the door.

"He's a bit moody sometimes." Blaine laughed.

"Do you make it a habit to provoke the security officers?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

Blaine threw his hands up in defense, "Hey! I have to get amusement�somewhere. This place is abysmal."

Kurt was taken aback by Blaine's statement, "You don't seem unhappy here..." He watched Blaine with curious eyes as the boy shrugged, looking at the wall behind Kurt.

"I mean... how happy can one be when they're in a reform school, really?" Blaine answered. "But I find it very hard to complain when they bring hot guys in to tutor me." Blaine smirked, his eyes alight.

Kurt gasped with the sudden change before speaking, "No, no hey... we're studying. We're here to study." He wasn't sure who he was actually trying to convince; Blaine or himself.

Blaine chuckled, obviously realizing the effect he had on Kurt. "Mhm. What was the subject again? Anatomy? 'Cause I felt your eyes trying to get a look at my gludeus maximus not long ago."

Kurt swallowed thickly, silently hating himself for letting Blaine's words and actions get to him in this way. "French, Blaine. I'm sure you know anatomy just fine." Suddenly angry, Kurt hadn't meant to let that slip.

"I'm hurt that you think so lowly of me, Kurt." Blaine's face betrayed his words, showing only amusement, "I don't make a habit of fucking every guy I see." he paused, taking a step towards Kurt, "Even ones as... absolutely fuckable as you."

"Oh my god. Okay. No. That's not going to be allowed." Kurt's face grew heated and his breathing was almost erratic. Pride oozing off of Blaine, Kurt stammered, "You cannot say things like that."

Blaine took another step, challenging, "Why not?" One more step and Kurt took a step back toward the wall, "Does it make you uncomfortable?" Another step for each of them. "You know what I think?" Blaine had Kurt against the wall now, their faces an inch apart. "I think," he didn't wait for an answer, raising his mouth up to ghost over Kurt's ear, "that you like it."

Kurt shivered at the words and the sensation of Blaine's breath hot against him. Blaine chucked, "I'll take that as an affirmation."

Kurt could hardly stand up, thankful for the support of the wall behind him.

"Blaine." And Kurt didn't remember speaking but apparently he did and, oh god he's embarrassingly flustered and what the hell is wrong with him? He should have control over this situation but Blaine's breath is on his neck and he can feel the warmth of Blaine's body so close to his and he's reminded of the thoughts that he tried to rid himself of the night before.

No, this bad. This is very bad. Blaine's lips were dangerously close to his earlobe and he swore he felt the soft touch of Blaine's fingertips on his bicep but he can't be sure of really�anything�because the room is spinning and he didn't even know if he was still standing.

Kurt didn't know when he had closed his eyes, but it was certain now that it had been a bad decision. The hand that was apparently on his arm traveled inward toward his chest and slowly, tortuously up to his neck. "The rib bone's connected to the collar bone." Blaine sang slowly and it broke Kurt out of the sort of trance that he was in.

"Blaine!" He spoke as firmly as he could muster, "French. We have to- French." He fumbled over his words and Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"That can be arranged."

Realization dawned on Kurt that what he said could be taken as in invitation for more and he held his hands up in front of him as a form of protection as Blaine tried to lean forward into Kurt.

"Blaine. Seriously, we need to-" Kurt's words were hindered by the soft touch of Blaine's lips on his fingertips. He had pulled his hand from between them and brought his fingers to his mouth to peck each one of them slowly. "As- as tempting as all of this is, Blaine..." Kurt gasped at the sensation of Blaine's tongue peeking out to lick the pads of his fingertips.

"Blaine!" Kurt pulled his hand away from the other boy abruptly.

Blaine pouted, a wicked look in his eye. "You could sit here with me and teach me words that I honestly will never use in my life," Blaine paused, moving his hand to place it on Kurt's cheek, "or..." They held eye contact, "I could teach you the wondrous�and numerous�things that I can do with my tongue."

A chill ran down Kurt's spine and he had to shake the thoughts of Blaine's tongue and lips and warmth out of his head. "No. Blaine, I'm your tutor and I hardly know you and even though you are absolutely attractive and what you're implying is... very tempting... no."

He was very proud and surprised that he actually got the words out. Unfortunately, he was also mentally punching himself in the face for turning the offer down.

"You are no fun." Blaine took a step away from Kurt, "And French is boring." He pouted, making his way over to the desk that sat in the corner.

"I beg to differ. French can be a very romantic language." Kurt followed him to the desk.

Blaine snorted, taking a seat in one of the two chairs. "Even more of a reason that it's�boring."

Kurt huffed, suddenly very offended, "There's more to relationships than just sex, Blaine."

Blaine's eyebrows shot up as Kurt continued, "Friendship, courtship, romantic dinners...�love,�Blaine." He let himself rant, "You can't spend your life hopping from one man to the next; you'll end up old and alone with like sixty different STDs." He paused and Blaine rolled his eyes, "Love,�romance, is important. It's necessary. You can try to avoid it but if you want happiness, you'll have to open yourself up to the idea of it."

Blaine stared at Kurt, "And what does all of that have to do with French?"

Kurt paused, obviously flustered that he'd let himself get so off track. "The French language is beautiful. Take the phrase 'C'est pour toi que je suis' for example; it means 'I am here for you.'" Kurt spoke with such delicacy and his accent was flawless.

"Now, we have to at least get you to the�conversational�level. So, I propose we start working to see where exactly you sit within the language." Kurt suggested studiously as he pulled the French book from the bookshelf next to the desk.

"Right. So you actually want to... do..." Blaine's face twisted in disgust and he didn't seem to be finishing the sentence anytime soon.

"Wor-" He drew out the word.

"Work. Right.�Work, Blaine." Kurt finished for him. "We need to get going on this and get your grades up. If we don't, they're going to change your tutor again."

"Oh, we can't have that now, can we?" Blaine wiggled his eyebrows.

The studying continued for a bit, every once in a while Blaine would make a comment that usually involved sort of dirty pun and Kurt would smack his arm and tell him to be serious.

After about half an hour, Blaine had stopped repeating the words after Kurt and just started staring-�gaping�really- at Kurt.

Kurt squirmed under his gaze, "Blaine." He repeated the boy's name for the sixth time.

"I'm sorry but you are just too fucking much for me to resist right now." Blaine spoke, selecting a spot on Kurt's neck and tracing his thumb over it.

"Blaine, you were doing so�well." Kurt whined, trying to suppress the shiver that arose at Blaine's touch.

"Yeah, there's only so long I can last. I mean..." He breathed, moving the hand that was on Kurt's neck lower and to the side so that it slid under the collar of his shirt, resting on Kurt's shoulder, "look at you."

Kurt blushed, relishing in the feel of Blaine's rubbing softly at his shoulder. He wanted to stop Blaine; push him away; tell him that what he's doing is not appropriate. But he does none of those things because it feels so good. Kurt had never felt... sexy... but Blaine was making it his duty to be sure that Kurt�knew�he was, no matter the intent of his actions.

Was it so wrong that he loved the tingling sensation that shot up his spine and the way the hair on his arms stood on end at the feel of Blaine's hands on him?

It felt so unreal to him... that someone could want him this way and to this�degree. Blaine made it seem like he'd�die�if he couldn't touch Kurt and the thought thrilled him to know end.

Kurt tried to father his willpower once again, closing his eyes in hopes that not being able to�see�the beautiful boy in front of him would make it easier.

"Blaine..." Well that was a lot more breathy than he wanted it to be.

"Kurt," -and whoa, when did Blaine's mouth get so close to Kurt's ear? "Stop fighting it." Blaine continued and Kurt noted that it definitely should like a request rather than an order. "It's okay to want."

Kurt's eyes snapped open, overcome with an emotion that he couldn't place; he'd definitely never felt it before. He grabbed Blaine by the collar of his polo, pulling the other boy closer to him. The action prompted Blaine to open his mouth and gasp against the skin of Kurt's neck.

"Nnngh." It was the only thing Kurt could say as Blaine mouthed at his neck relentlessly. Everything was hot and sloppy and Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's back, fisting the fabric of his shirt.

Blaine was virtually in his lap now as his arms rested Kurt's hips for balance. "You. Are. So. Fucking. Hot." Blaine breathed out between open-mouthed kisses to Kurt's neck and exposed shoulder and collar. Kurt's breath came out in small puffs as he held Blaine's head in place, not wanting him to ever stop using his mouth and his teeth and his tongue. It quickly dawned on Kurt that he hadn't felt these lips on his own and the thought made his stomach drop instantly.

They hadn't even�kissed�yet and here they were, basically dry humping on a god damn chain. Begrudgingly, he loosened his grip from Blaine's body and tried to pull away from his mouth.

This proved very hard considering Blaine was currently on top of him. Every time he'd pull back, Blaine lunged forward after him reclaiming his skin with his mouth.

"B-Blaine... st-stop." He gasp out, the feeling still so appealing to him.

"Don't wanna." He mumbled against the spot behind Kurt's ear. "Please don't make me."

The words rang in Kurt's mind. He knew Blaine must be pleading with him not to say 'butterfly' but he worried that he'd have to if Blaine didn't listen to him.

"I- Blaine- please stop. We need to talk about this."

"But there are better things our mouths can do." Blaine pulled back finally, to give Kurt a smoldering stare.

Kurt almost gave in at the sight of him. Blaine's hair was disheveled, lips swollen, and his cheeks were flushed pink. The death traps of fire and sex that were his eyes were ablaze with lust. He still had a hold on Kurt's shirt and if Kurt wasn't completely turned on right now, he'd probably smack Blaine for wrinkling his clothes.

"Blaine, as much as it seriously�pains�me to say... we need to stop." Blaine didn't respond, "We haven't- you and I- I don't�do�this, okay? I don't hook up with guys who I hardly know. I like monogamous, loving relationships and we haven't even kissed on the lips but you're- I don't want meaningless sex, Blaine. And I assume you don't want what I want so we need to stop."

Blaine didn't move from his spot and he didn't even�say�anything for a good forty-three seconds. Not that Kurt was counting or anything.

"What if I did, though?" He finally asked, a hint of an emotion that Kurt could not detect.

"What if you�what?" Kurt asked because... seriously,�what�was he talking about?

Blaine licked his lips, "What if I..." He paused, finally moving his eyes to make eye contact with Kurt, "wanted... what you want?"

Kurt's chest tightened. He didn't. He was just saying that so that I'll let him have his way with me. Plus, what on Earth gave Kurt the idea that dating Blaine would be a good idea? His father would go�crazy,�not to mention they didn't know nearly enough about each other... but... wasn't that the point of dating? Courting, anyway. But surely Blaine didn't understand what exactly was Kurt's idea of... a relationship. Kurt decided that communication was key and he just needed to be honest with Blaine.

"Blaine... you don't even�know�what I want. Even if you did, we... wouldn't work out." Kurt said, slumping his shoulders and glancing at his fidgeting hands.

"And why is that?" Kurt's head snapped up at the sound of anger is Blaine's voice. The look in his eye only reinforced Kurt's thoughts; he'd offended Blaine.

"I- Blaine. It's just... we're so different. I-"

"Because I'm a criminal?" Blaine stood abruptly, escaping Kurt's lap, "Because I've made some fucking shit decisions in the past and they resulted in me ending up here? I'm not a fucking�monster.�I am so fucking�tired�of being judged by people who don't know shit about me!" He was pacing now, his hands curled into fists at his sides.

"Blaine, no, please... I didn't mean it like that." But didn't he? He�was�worried about his father's reaction to him dating a kid at a reform school.

"Save it, Kurt. We know what people think about us... because we're here. We're all just a bunch of fuck-ups who don't have a future or any chance of being successful." Blaine slumped against the wall, looking anywhere but at the boy sitting at the desk.

"I don't think that about you, Blaine... the problem is that we hardly know each other and we- I- I'm not... you're more...�comfortable�with your... sexiness. I'm light-years behind you in that department." Kurt blushed, fumbling with the notebook on the desk.

Blaine looked at him, a blank expression on his face. "Are you saying that you don't think you're sexy?"

"I'm saying that I�know�I'm not." Kurt met his gaze evenly.

"Bullshit."

"Excuse me?"

"You're so full of it. If you didn't know how sexy you were, you wouldn't have worn those fucking tight-ass jeans and a v-neck." Blaine advanced toward the desk. Kurt said nothing. "Besides, did you say something about...�courtship�or some shit? Isn't that the perfect time to get to know one another? We can... talk... about shit." Blaine waved dismissively.

Kurt's stomach twisted, Blaine really wanted this... he really wanted�Kurt. He wanted to get to know Kurt.

"You really- you want to get to know me?" Kurt's voice was timid.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Blaine sat back down in the chair next to Kurt, facing him. He took Kurt's hand in his own, "I want to fucking�explore�you."