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"I'm so glad we're almost out of Krynn, it was touch and go for a while there. I honestly thought our whole party would get eaten by the giant space hamster." Blaine recounted as they walked down the hall together, leaving DnD club. Him and Sam were in almost every club together, they almost got a little collector-y with the whole thing and had amassed an insane amount of clubs. Most of them, at this point, were just empty classrooms so they could read Star Wars fic to each other or talk about what was going on in life, in fandom, in music.
"Hey, so, tomorrow morning." Blaine reminded Sam as he stopped by his locker and started to put the combination in. "We meet at 6am and go over European geography, okay? We're gonna get that D."
"Hey, so, tomorrow morning." Blaine reminded Sam as he stopped by his locker and started to put the combination in. "We meet at 6am and go over European geography, okay? We're gonna get that D."
"I'm aiming for a high F," Sam admitted, missing the look he got from Kurt Hummel who was walking by with a few others. He was leaning against the lockers, watching Blaine and nodding in agreement anyway. "But sure, we can meet. I don't know, Europe is so confusing! There's so many different countries and then they've got mountains all over and it's just a lot. They should fix that."
He felt geography was a bit torturous in every way, if he was to be honest. "What about tonight though, bro? I want to read that fanfic you sent me."
He felt geography was a bit torturous in every way, if he was to be honest. "What about tonight though, bro? I want to read that fanfic you sent me."
"Relax, we have loads to read. I'm saving a choice few for our sleepover this weekend." He and Sam had regular sleepovers. Blaine loved having Sam over, made his empty house feel a lot less lonely and they could really get much deeper into the story when they had all night to dissect it. "I'll call you tonight for the Ewok stuff though. I found some truly awesome fan lore and we have to explore it. Some I like, some I'm eh on."
Blaine shoved his books into his locker and grabbed his lunchbox, cramming it into his bag. He slung it over his shoulder and then checked his watch. "Don't forget your bus again, you know it takes ages for the next one."
Blaine shoved his books into his locker and grabbed his lunchbox, cramming it into his bag. He slung it over his shoulder and then checked his watch. "Don't forget your bus again, you know it takes ages for the next one."
"Oh yeah, we can also watch this super cool show I've started on Nickelodeon!" Sam was about to explain it further but then Blaine mentioned his bus and he waved it off. "Pft, I've got time, man. Relax."
He turned his head and looked at the clock that was hanging. Then he moved his lips as he focused, trying to figure out the time. "Oh crap! Sorry, man, I gotta dash!"
With that he still paused to do their secret handshake and then he ran off, almost colliding with Dave Karofsky.
Who glared after him and then walked up to Blaine, shoving him back against the lockers. "Got ditched by your boyfriend, homo?"
He turned his head and looked at the clock that was hanging. Then he moved his lips as he focused, trying to figure out the time. "Oh crap! Sorry, man, I gotta dash!"
With that he still paused to do their secret handshake and then he ran off, almost colliding with Dave Karofsky.
Who glared after him and then walked up to Blaine, shoving him back against the lockers. "Got ditched by your boyfriend, homo?"
"Go, go, go!" Blaine yelled with a laugh, closing his locker and shaking his head. Sam was just pure chaos, he loved that about him. He had no idea how he'd have survived this school without Sam. Speaking of...
"Hi, Karofsky. No, he didn't." Blaine gave the giant brute a bored smile. This guy always seemed to have a problem with him. Hell, most guys did. He wasn't exactly drowning in cool. He was class president, hall monitor and wore a bowtie. Which, for some reason, wasn't cool.
Blaine hoped he could just not engage and tried his best to move around the large object that was Dave Karofsky.
"Hi, Karofsky. No, he didn't." Blaine gave the giant brute a bored smile. This guy always seemed to have a problem with him. Hell, most guys did. He wasn't exactly drowning in cool. He was class president, hall monitor and wore a bowtie. Which, for some reason, wasn't cool.
Blaine hoped he could just not engage and tried his best to move around the large object that was Dave Karofsky.
"Are you mouthing off to me, you big gay?" Dave shoved him again and was clearly waiting for Blaine to give him an excuse, any excuse.
"Stop trying to pick up a date, Karofsky, he's out of your league." Kurt sounded bored, very deliberately so, as he walked up to them. However, physically getting between them and actually forcing Dave back a step was not a bored action. "I'd tell you to find someone your size, but there's no bears at the school."
"Don't touch me!" Dave stepped back, glaring at Kurt and Blaine, clearly enraged now. "You hear to defend your cocksucker friend, faggot?"
"Right. We're headed for a big gay orgy, do you want to join?" Kurt still sounded bored and Dave was going pale from anger or embarrassment or something.
"Stop trying to pick up a date, Karofsky, he's out of your league." Kurt sounded bored, very deliberately so, as he walked up to them. However, physically getting between them and actually forcing Dave back a step was not a bored action. "I'd tell you to find someone your size, but there's no bears at the school."
"Don't touch me!" Dave stepped back, glaring at Kurt and Blaine, clearly enraged now. "You hear to defend your cocksucker friend, faggot?"
"Right. We're headed for a big gay orgy, do you want to join?" Kurt still sounded bored and Dave was going pale from anger or embarrassment or something.
Oh God, he was going to be murdered by Karofsky! He wasn't part of this, he didn't think he had ever talked to Kurt properly before. This was not a solidarity moment! He was provoking the bully and the bully was twitching with fury like an angry bull. He liked being alive, it was nice, he had so much he wanted to do.
With wide eyes, he stared at Kurt in absolute shock and then looked back at the bully.
"W-We're not." Blaine said as if that would, for some reason, calm Karofsky down. "I am definitely not touching you." And to make that point, he pulled his hands awkward to his chest - it was not the straightest look, he'd admit. "Chill."
With wide eyes, he stared at Kurt in absolute shock and then looked back at the bully.
"W-We're not." Blaine said as if that would, for some reason, calm Karofsky down. "I am definitely not touching you." And to make that point, he pulled his hands awkward to his chest - it was not the straightest look, he'd admit. "Chill."
"Don't even look at him," Kurt said to Karofsky as the bully glanced back over at him, "He's with me. So go through me if you want a piece."
Kurt squared his shoulders, pulling himself up to his full height. Which wasn't as tall as he wished he could be, but at least his shoulders had filled out these days. He had no idea whether he could actually overpower Karofsky, but he wasn't afraid to try any more. That was something. "Get lost. I know what you are, Karofsky! So get lost!"
Karofsky tried to push him but Kurt managed to stand his ground. They stared at each other for a few tense seconds and then Karofsky huffed and turned away, stalking down the hallway. "You're all going to hell, fucking faggots!"
"Can't wait to get there!" Kurt yelled after him, hands tightened into fists. He hated him. He hated him so much.
Kurt squared his shoulders, pulling himself up to his full height. Which wasn't as tall as he wished he could be, but at least his shoulders had filled out these days. He had no idea whether he could actually overpower Karofsky, but he wasn't afraid to try any more. That was something. "Get lost. I know what you are, Karofsky! So get lost!"
Karofsky tried to push him but Kurt managed to stand his ground. They stared at each other for a few tense seconds and then Karofsky huffed and turned away, stalking down the hallway. "You're all going to hell, fucking faggots!"
"Can't wait to get there!" Kurt yelled after him, hands tightened into fists. He hated him. He hated him so much.
"Well, that was deeply unpleasant."
Blaine watched Karofsky stalk off down the hallway and made a mental note to stick to Sam like glue tomorrow or he had a feeling he was going to have another unfortunate encounter. "That guy is such a jerk." Blaine took a deep breath and then looked at Kurt. He didn't really know the guy. Not really. He just knew that he was kinda emo/goth, definitely gay and definitely very angry.
Tentatively, he reached out and touched Kurt's arm, smiling at him in a friendly way. "Thank you, you saved my ass. You're pretty nice." For someone who looked like that, anyway.
Blaine watched Karofsky stalk off down the hallway and made a mental note to stick to Sam like glue tomorrow or he had a feeling he was going to have another unfortunate encounter. "That guy is such a jerk." Blaine took a deep breath and then looked at Kurt. He didn't really know the guy. Not really. He just knew that he was kinda emo/goth, definitely gay and definitely very angry.
Tentatively, he reached out and touched Kurt's arm, smiling at him in a friendly way. "Thank you, you saved my ass. You're pretty nice." For someone who looked like that, anyway.
Kurt pulled away from the touch and then his eyes widened when he called him nice. He wasn't nice. He didn't want to be nice. Not nice, not good, not another damn victim that couldn't fight back. Without thinking, he moved forward and pressed Blaine against the lockers by pressing himself against him, keeping him pinned there. "I'm not nice. Don't talk to me."
He was looking into the boy's eyes. He had never done that. He'd never really looked at Blaine much at all, he was realising. But his eyes were amazing. Golden-coloured, amber, kind of ridiculously hypnotic. He was staring into them and he didn't manage to simply tear himself away again.
He was looking into the boy's eyes. He had never done that. He'd never really looked at Blaine much at all, he was realising. But his eyes were amazing. Golden-coloured, amber, kind of ridiculously hypnotic. He was staring into them and he didn't manage to simply tear himself away again.
Blaine gasped as he hit his locker. It wasn't a gasp of air being knocked out of him, it wasn't that he was pushed or slammed, it was just that as soon as Kurt had him trapped by the lockers, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He looked at Kurt and noticed the other was staring into his eyes. There was softness there, despite the harshness of the action. Blaine flinched despite himself.
"Yeah, no, sorry." Blaine looked away from Kurt and almost shuddered as he felt some movement downstairs. Oh. Oh no. What was happening? Was he that horny? Maybe he could hide behind his satchel and hope Kurt didn't notice. What the fuck was wrong with him.
"Yeah, no, sorry." Blaine looked away from Kurt and almost shuddered as he felt some movement downstairs. Oh. Oh no. What was happening? Was he that horny? Maybe he could hide behind his satchel and hope Kurt didn't notice. What the fuck was wrong with him.
At first he didn't realise what was happening and then it suddenly became very apparent. Kurt moved back as if he'd been stung, feeling his face heat up and his eyes were wide when he looked at Blaise. What the hell? That wasn't supposed to happen. There was only him. He was the only kid at school that was into guys.
He stared at Blaine and he swallowed, trying to think of what to say. Words were failing him at the moment. "Nice bowtie," he finally managed, sounding vaguely mocking.
He stared at Blaine and he swallowed, trying to think of what to say. Words were failing him at the moment. "Nice bowtie," he finally managed, sounding vaguely mocking.
"Uh, thanks. It's new." It was also a sarcastic comment, why did he reply? Blaine was blushing a furious red as he pulled his bag over the front of himself sheepishly and then smiled at the other boy, trying to pretend this wasn't the most awkward exchange of his life. Well, that confirmed that life long question 100% - he was gay. Definitely gay. Gayer than he imagined he was going to be.
"I gotta go, I, uh, I have homework." Yeah, real cool reason to have to leave. "See you around?" No, he would not. Why would he? Ugh, he was making an ass of himself.
"I gotta go, I, uh, I have homework." Yeah, real cool reason to have to leave. "See you around?" No, he would not. Why would he? Ugh, he was making an ass of himself.
"Riiight. There's no way your friend can do a high F, for the record. Completely out of his vocal range." He had missed the context before and so his default had been to assume they'd been talking about singing. Kurt thought about music a lot more and in very different ways than most people knew.
Right now he was trying to not stare at the part of Blaine that he was covering up with his bag. He hadn't thought he could ever be the person that turned someone on. It just made no sense.
Right now he was trying to not stare at the part of Blaine that he was covering up with his bag. He hadn't thought he could ever be the person that turned someone on. It just made no sense.
"Wha-- oh. No, in geography." Blaine clarified as he gestured vaguely and confusingly around as if he was trying to illustrate what geography was or something. "And it is, yeah. He's a baritone but I think when he sees a spider, there's a good chance he could hit a high F." Blaine laughed at his own dumb joke and gripped the strap of his satchel to try and keep himself from freaking out.
"I once hit it when I smashed my little toe on my dresser. Seriously. Cats wailed in the garden, it was a heck of a noise."
"I once hit it when I smashed my little toe on my dresser. Seriously. Cats wailed in the garden, it was a heck of a noise."
"You are loud." So he could imagine. Although it might be better not to imagine any high notes, either it'd be shrill or it'd be impressive and Kurt realised he was already halfway to a crush here. Men who could sing were enough of a weakness that he felt vaguely turned on simply by Blaine knowing the term baritone and using it correctly.
He turned and started walking down the hallway, realising that Blaine was walking with him. Of course, they were all headed out the school by now.
He turned and started walking down the hallway, realising that Blaine was walking with him. Of course, they were all headed out the school by now.
"I am, I know. Especially when I'm nervous and I talk a lot, like I am right now, cause I'm just rambling at you. Sorry." Blaine apologised as he walked with Kurt to the school exit, his stomach full of butterflies. He was so nervous, he didn't know what he was supposed to do. He looked at Kurt from the side, trying to be subtle. He was a handsome guy. Strong arms. He liked the black nail-polish too.
Very grunge. A term he knew exclusively because of his brother. "I'll stop, you said not to talk and I'm talking and ... I'm still doing it." He closed his mouth and looked off elsewhere to try and stop being annoying.
Very grunge. A term he knew exclusively because of his brother. "I'll stop, you said not to talk and I'm talking and ... I'm still doing it." He closed his mouth and looked off elsewhere to try and stop being annoying.
Kurt frowned, feeling a lot of conflicted emotions, which he hated. He could also see Finn over there by his car, waiting to drive him home. All because his dad wouldn't let him use his own car since the incident.
So here he was, stuck between a jock and a hot nerd. He stared at the hot nerd again and this time his eyes lingered on his hair. So much gel in there. Was that curly hair hidden behind all that gunk? Oh no. Another weakness.
"You are a nice boy. Talk to nice people."
So here he was, stuck between a jock and a hot nerd. He stared at the hot nerd again and this time his eyes lingered on his hair. So much gel in there. Was that curly hair hidden behind all that gunk? Oh no. Another weakness.
"You are a nice boy. Talk to nice people."
"I'm not that nice. I once took two of those little candies from the bowl they have at the dentist reception instead of one. I'm basically a badass." Blaine joked as he gave Kurt a dorky smile and then looked up, seeing Finn Hudson of all people. Watching him. Watching them. Blaine felt the nerves return and he knew he had to pull away before he got into trouble.
"Okay, so, I'm gonna walk this way cause I lost my car keys and this is my punishment. Walking home." He held his hand up to Kurt, trying not to seem too friendly. "Later."
"Okay, so, I'm gonna walk this way cause I lost my car keys and this is my punishment. Walking home." He held his hand up to Kurt, trying not to seem too friendly. "Later."
"Uh-huh. Get lost." Kurt tried to say that properly and it came out without any bite, which he regretted. He moved past it and headed over to the car, putting his headphone on while walking so it'd be easier to ignore any potential attempts Finn might make to have a conversation. Clearly he wasn't in a good place for that today. His mind was filled with the weirdly hot nerd with the bowtie who might actually be into him. It was confusing, arousing and he had to stop thinking about it.
things got super weird after you left today
also tomorrow DO NOT LEAVE MY SIDE
also tomorrow DO NOT LEAVE MY SIDE
are you okay?
are you hurt?
im sorry
and i ran against the bus doors :(
are you hurt?
im sorry
and i ran against the bus doors :(
oh no, ice your head :(
i'm okay, the usual. karofsky was pissed
then kurt, that scary skank boy or whatever, he came and defended me
but he may have provoked karofsky and i don't want retribution!!!!!
i'm okay, the usual. karofsky was pissed
then kurt, that scary skank boy or whatever, he came and defended me
but he may have provoked karofsky and i don't want retribution!!!!!
I'll stick to you like glue!!! like glitter to a birthday card!!!
is Kurt the gay one? he's kinda freaky now, he used to be so smoll
is Kurt the gay one? he's kinda freaky now, he used to be so smoll
those football jerks suck
someone wrote fag on the back of my sweater last week, it's just the worst
he seemed kinda nice?
also something else happened...
someone wrote fag on the back of my sweater last week, it's just the worst
he seemed kinda nice?
also something else happened...
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