“Boyfriend home?”

“Nope.”

“Good.”

Nothing else was even needed to be said after that before they both started taking off their own clothes and headed upstairs into the bedroom. The other man went to his bedside drawer and picked out a bottle of lube and a condom and threw them on the bed before climbing on top of Kurt. He went in for a kiss but Kurt cocked his head up making whatever his name was kiss down his neck instead.

“You know the rules…”

“Mick, my name is Mick. God Kurt how many times have you been over here and you still don’t remember my fucking name?”

His talking was really annoying Kurt. He came over for one reason and that was not it.

“Well it’s a bit hard to remember anything with a hot piece of ass like yours on top of me don’t you think?” They both knew that was a lie but it was enough to shut Mick up.

Mick continued kissing down Kurt’s neck, shoulders, over his chest and down his stomach until he reached Kurt’s hardening cock. In one swift movement his took it into his mouth and started sucking. Kurt knew this wasn’t the man’s strong point and he pulled Mick off him and flipped them over.

“Hands and knees, Mick.” Kurt practically spat at him while he grabbed the condom, rolling it over himself, slicking up his cock and rubbing the excess lube from his hand against Mick’s hole before lining himself up. He didn’t bother stretching him anymore. Mick claimed that he was at it with his boyfriend so often that he didn’t need it. Kurt was pretty sure he just likes it when it hurts.

He slid in slowly at first but as soon as he bottomed out, he pulled back and suddenly snapped his hips forward again. He didn’t bother trying to go slowly at first or anything. He just kept thrusting harder and harder knowing that it would have been hurting like a bitch but not really caring. He could hear Mick moaning and yelling beneath him into the pillow but the noises just annoyed Kurt at most.

It wasn’t long after till Kurt was shooting into the condom, falling on top of the other man. After catching his breath he pulled out and took off the condom, tying it and throwing it in the direction of a bin he knew was somewhere in this room. He slapped Mick’s ass before getting off the bed and without another word started pulling his clothes back on.

“That’s it! Are you fucking kidding me? You fuck me till your satisfied and then leave me here still hard!” Kurt turned and looked at Mick realising that the other man’s cock was in fact still straining up against his stomach, aching for release. Kurt smirked at him and turned around heading for the door and yelled back.

“Not my problem. I’m sure if you give your boyfriend a call he’d be happy to help.” And with that Kurt was down the stairs and out of the house.

Kurt arrived home that afternoon to find Burt watching the game on T.V, sober. He walked straight past him without a word.

“Where were you last night, Kurt?”

Kurt turned and marched into the living room, turning the T.V off and standing in front of his Dad.

“Where was I? I got home to find you passed out on your bed. Again. We were supposed to go to that meeting together remember? But no, you had to go and get pissed off your face like you always do.” Kurt was sick of having the same argument with him but each time he still hoped that it would be the time that Burt would actually listen to him.

“Kurt, I’m sorry. I really am. Next week we’ll go together. How does that sound?”

Kurt looked at his Father but didn’t yell, instead speaking in a quiet voice.

“Dad, you can’t keep doing this. I know you miss her but I do too. When she died I considered myself lucky that I still had you. But then you left me too.” And with that Kurt walked out. He went down to his room and collapsed onto his bed. Not bothering to change or shower before falling into another restless sleep.

Blaine walked into English finding Kurt in the back corner where he always sits. Without even thinking he walked straight up to him and slammed his bag down right next to Kurt’s head. Waking to other boy up.

“Where were you, Kurt?”

Kurt just looked at Blaine, still confused as to what he was talking about or why he had to wake him up.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about yesterday after school, I was supposed to meet you at the library. I waited for an hour and you never showed. You were the one who wanted to meet in the first place.”

Kurt sighed and sat back in his chair, looking up at Blaine with eyes that didn’t look right at him.

“Look, princess, I know how excited you were about giving me that blowjob but there are better things I had to do.”

“Better things, like what?”

Blaine looked at Kurt and could see how irritated he was getting and started wondering if this was maybe a bad idea now.

“Things that don’t fucking concern you, okay? I know it must be hard for the preppy school boy to be stuck with the smoking, motorbike riding, dropkick but there are worse things that could happen.” Kurt didn’t even look at Blaine after that. Blaine watched as he got up and left the room just as their teacher walked in. Looking around he noticed everyone staring at him and wondered how long it will be until rumours started going around the school about them now.

The next two weeks went by without a single word shared between the two boys. They stayed out of the other one’s way as much as possible. Blaine spent more time with Sam and getting to know the other New Directions members. He became pretty close with Finn and Puck but things would always get awkward when Kurt was there with them. Everyone noticed it of course but no one said anything.

No one really knew why they had so much tension between them. Even Blaine didn’t know really. Yeah he thought Kurt was a bit of a douche sometimes and after their little argument in English thought that things would be awkward for a little bit but he seriously thought that would be forgotten by now.  

The ignored each other for as long as they could until they only had three days to get their assignment done.

“Kurt!” Blaine found the other boy at his locker that morning, looking a little skittish when his name had been called out. Kurt turned quickly around and seemed to let out a breath once he realised who was approaching him.

“Hey gorgeous, what do you want?” Blaine watched him grab his things and started walking off obviously expecting Blaine to follow.

“Well we’ve only got three days till that assignment is due and we should probably get it done.”

Blaine kept following Kurt till they were outside and heading for the bleachers on the football field. There were a few other kids there who looked like freshmen. As soon as they spotted Kurt they all started walking away quickly which turned into a run the closer Kurt got. He walked up the steps to the middle of the seats while Blaine just stared at him from the ground, wondering what they were doing here.

“Are you coming up here or not?”

Blaine slowly started up the steps, watching as Kurt pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Blaine carefully sat down next to him, leaving quite a bit of distance between them and Kurt started inhaling and blowing smoke into the wind.

“What are we doing here?”

Kurt looked over at Blaine with an unreadable expression on his face. It looked as though he was contemplating something but shook his head and turned away.

“We can meet at the library tonight if you want. We’ll go together and then I’ll bring you back here to pick your car up later.” Kurt looked down at his phone after getting an alert for a text message then stood up suddenly and started walking off. “See you after school, gorgeous.”

Blaine was confused because didn’t they have…?

“English starts in ten minutes and we have half of the same classes today.” Blaine yelled down to Kurt.

“And like I said the other day, I have a life I like to live.” And then he was off.

Blaine sat there for the next few minutes thinking about the mysterious boy. Blaine really didn’t know where they stood. It seemed that Kurt would just have these massive mood swings and then act like nothing ever happened. Blaine got up and started walking back to class. He stopped suddenly remembering what Kurt had just said.

We’ll go together and then I’ll bring you back here to pick up your car later

Blaine really hoped that Kurt had suddenly gotten rid of the bike and was now driving a nice, safe car.

“I am not getting on that thing.”

The boys had been standing at Kurt’s Harley for about ten minutes because Blaine just refused to get on the bike.

“Come on Anderson, stop being such a wuss, it’ just a motorbike. It’s not going to kill you.” Kurt was already sat on top with his arm stretched out to Blaine, holding a helmet in his hand for him.

“I know, it’s just…”

“Just what? Because if you’d prefer we can take your car. You know how long I’ve been wanting to get you bent over in the backseat of that anyway.” Kurt started to get off the bike but Blaine rushed out a no and took the helmet.

It wasn’t even that Blaine was scared of the actual bike, or even the driver. He really just didn’t want to have to be sitting right up against Kurt, hugging his stomach and to be honest, knowing that in some way Kurt was holding Blaine’s life in his hands kind of freaked him out. He knew he was being dramatic with that last part but really couldn’t help himself.

Blaine slowly got on and put on his helmet, why Kurt had two anyway was something he really didn’t want to know, he put his hands gently on Kurt’s waist, not wanting to break any boundaries. Suddenly Kurt grabbed his hands and pulled them around his stomach tightly making him slide further into Kurt’s back.

“Look gorgeous, if you don’t want to die you’re gonna have to actually hold on, got it?” Kurt wasn’t facing him but he could tell that Kurt was being serious and didn’t want to try arguing with him again.

“Uh, y-yeah. Got it.”

Kurt turned the engine on and sped off out of the car park. Blaine realised just how serious Kurt had been as he instinctively wrapped his arms around the other boy tighter and they drove down the street.

The library was only around the corner so they got there fast. As soon as Kurt parked Blaine jumped off as quick as he could, still trembling a little after being on a motorbike for the first time. Kurt just looked at him and laughed a little before getting off himself and walking inside the library.

Blaine stayed outside for a little longer and then turned around and slowly headed inside. He walked through the library finding Kurt at a small table near the back. They were the only other people in there save the librarian. He took a seat across from Kurt surprised to see that he’d already started on the assignment.

“Okay Anderson, show me what you’ve written so far.” Blaine was surprised, to say the least. He knew he shouldn’t have been. Kurt was in AP English after all.

“I haven’t started yet, I didn’t think you would have either.” Kurt’s head shot up and Blaine was suddenly fearful for himself.

“You haven’t started! This is due in three fucking days!” As scary as Kurt was when he yelled, Blaine hated to admit that he was kind of hot too.

“It won’t take long. I bet we can get most of it done tonight.” Kurt looked back at him doubtfully, shaking his head and looking back down to continue writing.

Blaine quickly followed suit and started on his work as well. They worked in silence for the next two hours straight only talking when one had a question to ask the other. Blaine expected it to be at least a little awkward seeing as they had never spent much time together alone but was happy to find that they got along relatively easily. Granted they weren’t talking much but for the first time they were together without Kurt trying to get into Blaine’s pants or without one of them yelling at the other.

What surprised Blaine the most was that he actually felt comfortable around Kurt. It didn’t feel like this was the first time that they’d spent any amount of time together but that they do this all the time.

When the two hours had passed they had almost finished their assignment and planned to do the rest the next day. Kurt started packing his things and that’s when Blaine noticed a scar on Kurt’s left shoulder where his top had ridden down a little.

“What happened to your shoulder?” Blaine knew it was probably a dumb idea asking and that Kurt would just yell at him again but his curiosity got the better of him.

Kurt looked over at his shoulder before he’d realised what Blaine was talking about, almost as if it was so insignificant to him that he’d forgotten it was there.

“Oh, that. I got stabbed with a broken bottle about a year back at a party. Dumb idiot thought I was trying to get with his girlfriend. Turns out she was upstairs in bed with his best friend. Serves him right really.”

Kurt explained it all with such nonchalance that it left Blaine gaping at him just because of how calm he was about it.

“There are worse things that have happened, Blaine. A little stab to the shoulder is nothing in comparison.” Blaine really wanted to ask more but thought better of it this time, not wanting to cross the line. So instead he steered the conversation off in a different direction.

“That’s the first time you’ve called me Blaine.”

Kurt looked at him confused for a moment and then realised that he had actually just used his first name. Although it looked like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been, he instead just shrugged his shoulders but Blaine could see the small smile playing on his lips.

“What’s with the bowties?”

This time it was Blaine who looked confused. No one had ever questioned his excessive use of bowties before. Yeah, his friends often tease him about them but no one ever asks.

“Uh I… I don’t know really. My grandpa gave me one when I was little that I fell in love with. I think it had stars on it. I wanted to be a magician at the time. And I guess I just kept wearing them ever since.” Blaine looked up nervously at Kurt. He didn’t even know why he felt nervous confessing that to the other boy. It was something to do with talking about childhood that made the conversation deeper than either of them would have wanted.

“Cute. Well I think they make you look like that old man from UP.” Blaine could tell that Kurt was trying to keep a straight face but the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away. They both looked at each other and burst out laughing. Blaine knew it wasn’t even that funny but he couldn’t help it. Neither of them could. Their laughs died down after a few minutes and they looked at each other, Blaine wiping tears away.

“We should get going, don’t want your car getting locked in the school parking lot now do we.” And just like that Kurt was up and walking out of the library.

Blaine got up and followed him outside back to the dreaded Harley Davidson.

“It’s not far from here, I can just walk if you-“

Kurt started laughing again before throwing the helmet at Blaine and jumping on, starting up the engine.

“Come on gorgeous, you’ve been on it once, you can do it again.” And with that Blaine was back on the bike, holding onto Kurt for dear life as they sped down the road.

Kurt parked right up next to Blaine’s Prius before cutting the engine. Blaine got off the bike, less shaky than last time, and handed Kurt the helmet. Blaine stood there a little awkwardly at first, not really knowing what to say. He settled on a simple ‘see you tomorrow’ and turned back to his car. Suddenly he was being turned around and held up against the driver’s side door.

Blaine looked up into blue eyes that had hints of green in them for a change and then looked down a little to see Kurt licking his pink, glistening lips. Before he knew it Kurt’s lips were on his and for a moment he stilled, still in shock from the sudden turn of events, but then he eagerly began to kiss him back. It quickly turned from being sweet and innocent to hot and rough. Kurt pushed him further against the car and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. Blaine swiped his tongue across Kurt’s lips, asking for entrance. When their tongue’s met and started battling for dominance they both groaned and grabbed onto each other tighter.

Blaine was about to pull back from the kiss, a little dazed still, when Kurt brought his hand around the front of his jeans and started palming him through his clothes. Blaine tried to pull back but instead Kurt brought his other hand to the back seat door, opening it to try and get them both inside.

Blaine tried pulling away again but Kurt wouldn’t stop touching him. Blaine wasn’t sure if Kurt was doing this on purpose or if he actually thought that Blaine was okay with this. He started to panic because Kurt’s rough touch kept reminding him of only one other thing…

“What are you gonna do Blaine? Out here all alone, even your other little faggot friend had the brains to run. You’re just a faggot and an idiot.”

Blaine had really started regretting his choice to not run but there was no where he could go so that only left one other thing to do.

“I’m not going to run off like some coward. I’m not scared of you. Any of you.” Blaine’s heart was racing as he talked but he had no other option.

“Well look at the little hero. I think he just saw a pack of guys coming towards him and he couldn’t help himself, could he boys.” They all started laughing and suddenly he was being cupped through his trousers. He couldn’t move or even talk. He didn’t know what to do.

“You like that don’t you Blaine, you like being felt up by another guy don’t you?” All the other boys started laughing around him but he was still stuck, unable to move or even think at this point.

Before he knew it, the rough hand around him pushed him onto the ground before he was surrounded by everyone else beating him into the pavement.

With that in mind Blaine reacted and fought back. He pushed Kurt off of him making the coiffed teen fall backwards onto the floor.

“Do NOT touch me, Kurt!” Blaine all but screamed at him. He hadn’t been this mad at anyone for a long time and couldn’t help the angry tears from flowing down his face.

“Nothing gives you or anyone else the right to me touch me when I don’t want to be!” Kurt stood slowly, looking at Blaine with caution.

“Blaine, I-“

“LEAVE, KURT!” Blaine desperately wanted to drive away, but didn’t trust himself behind the wheel while in this state.

“Blaine, I didn’t mean to-“ Kurt said as he slowly approached Blaine. Blaine just looked up at him, feeling pathetic and spoke in a quiet voice.

“Please, just leave, Kurt.” And with that, Blaine slid to the ground covering his face with his hands, not daring to look up. He stayed there till he heard Kurt start up his engine and then after a few moments, much to Blaine’s relief, drove off.

Blaine stayed in that position for a long time before he calmed himself down and decided that he should probably get home.