"I wouldn't say I'm late. I'd only be late if I meant to get there." Kurt didn't assume that this very serious and seriously cute hall monitor was interested in linguistic debates with him at the moment, yet he found himself wanting to talk to him more. Which was odd, as he didn't usually want to talk to anyone. Well, 'odd', sure. Mostly it was gay. That was what it was.
Kurt leaned against the wall, looking at Blaine. "I have economics class right now. But Mr Foster is a homophobic bigot so I've elected to self-study."
Arching his eyebrows, he challenged Blaine. "What are you going to do now, hm?"
"Self study doesn't count. Attendance is part of the grade. You should go. Mr Foster is... I mean, he's not my favourite but he mostly just writes on the board so it's not that interactive." Blaine reasoned, trying to find a good way to negotiate Kurt to go to class. "But you can't really just skip a class."
And he knew that he should maybe let it go like he did with the big, scary hockey guys. This kid, Kurt, he had a knife on him. It was probably not wise to mess with him.
"I would write a pink slip and give it to Principal Figgins and then it's out of my hands." That was correct procedure. "But I don't like to do that so I'm hoping you'll go to class."
This wasn't really something he was thinking through. He simply moved forward following his urges. Which was why he ended up with Blaine's wrists in his hands, lifting them up above his head and, after forcing Blaine to take a step backward and taking one forward himself, pinning them above his head against the lockers. He looked at him, somehow directly into his eyes.
What was this magic? Blaine's eyes had colours that made his mind reach for poetry. Amber, golden, liquid bronze. Something like that. Alive and warm. Kurt felt he could have drowned in them.
Obviously, he did no such thing. Instead, he tried intimidating him. "I have a better idea, baby boy. How about you've never seen me?"
Suddenly, he was pinned against the locker and Kurt was in his personal space, staring in his eyes and he felt himself melt in a way that he hadn't ever before. His legs suddenly felt weak and he was sure it was fear. At first. His mouth hung open for a moment and then he nodded all too quickly. "Uh-huh, no, yeah, I didn't see you at al-- oh."
He didn't mean to make the audible 'oh'. It just slipped out. He felt it. In his pants. His dick was suddenly rising and he could do nothing to stop it or cover it.
"No." Fuck. This was bad. This was nothing like when jocks pinned him to stuff, he was all hot and horny, he wanted to be called baby boy again and he was hard. Very. Hard. "You -- You can go."
This had never happened to Kurt before. Of course not. Famously, he was the only out gay kid in the entire school. In his entire life, he had never met anyone like him. Sure, he was part of the skanks in a way. Not in the slutty ways though, that was just not in the cards for him.
Or so he'd have thought. He didn't realise it at first. Not until he noticed the redness on Blaine's face and that look on his face. Not until he pressed himself just a little bit closer and there it was.
His heart was beating fast. He had no experience whatsoever, the only thing he had to fall back on was his persona. It was almost too easy, he wore that mask well these days.
"Maybe I was wrong," he breathed quietly, "Maybe you did see something. How about it, baby boy? See something you like?"
"Nope, I-I saw nothing. Nothing, yeah." Blaine said and then Kurt was close, close enough to press against it and he moaned, completely ruining whatever he was trying to do. Not seem like he was into this. Into Kurt. Scary, handsome Kurt. Sam was 100% right - penises always ended up betraying you. And he was betrayed. His dick was making this whole thing very difficult.
As was the way Kurt spoke and how he moved in, pressed against him, smelling delightful. Operation secret homo was going to be blown. Well, not literally... right?!
He blushed even harder now. "I mean, yeah, maybe -- maybe a little." It seemed dumb to keep denying it now. It was obvious. He was trapped between a rock and a hard place. A very hard place. "You have pretty eyes."
"Yeah?" That came out sweeter than intended. Almost with a hint of self-consciousness, something Kurt usually pretended to have rid himself of. So he had to veer away from it and seem ever so confident instead. "If you like them, you should feel my ass."
Well, he was proud of that. He made sure it looked good every day in the big mirror in his room.
Still holding on to Blaine's wrists, he knew that whatever move happened, he'd have to be the one to make it. And somehow he could not help himself. Somehow, inevitably, he ended up leaning in and kissing him.
They were kissing in the hallway, in open defiance of the hall pass system. This was wild. And probably not a good idea, given he was trying to lie low and here they were, kissing in the hallway by the girls bathroom. At any point, someone could come to pee and see all of this gay shit going on.
And yet, Blaine didn't care because he was having his first kiss and he was really enjoying it. Kurt was a good kisser. Not that he had much to judge it by.
When Kurt pulled back, he looked at Kurt with wide eyes as he tried to process all of this. "You tasted like juicy fruit." He kind of liked that. It was weird and nice. "I really like gum."
Startled, Kurt ended up laughing. He wasn't sure when he had last laughed like this, yet he couldn't stop himself. Blaine certainly kept catching him off-guard.
He shook his head and let go of Blaine, his hands immediately missing that feeling of warmth. Ridiculous. "I'm sure someone is misbehaving somewhere. You should run off and stop them, like a good superhero."
That was what Blaine had rambled on about the other day, after all. "And, baby boy?"
He looked at him and for just a moment so many scenes played out. Kissing him again, dragging him into a toilet stall and doing more than just kissing. Holding his hand and smiling at him openly. Laughing with him. So many things that would never be. "Avoid me. Better for you."
Why? What? They were kissing and laughing so that was good, right? And yeah, no, Kurt was scary and had a knife but they did just make out so wasn't that more of a 'see you next time' sort of thing. Not that he wanted that. Of course. Secret homo and all. And yet, it just seemed kind of weird.
"So you don't wanna kiss again?" Blaine just asked boldly because he was in this deep so he may as well vibe check. "I mean, maybe not here, I'm not -- it was a good kiss though." So that meant, logically, more kisses should come. "Or is this the moment when you tell me I'm like super mid at best and my ego shatters into little pieces. Which I am inviting on myself, I know, but maybe don't tell me if I suck. I'm a crier."
That was not a good thing to admit and yet he did, with a smile.
"Best kiss I've ever had," Kurt assured him drily, given he didn't have much to compare it to. He realised belatedly that the dryness was probably going to get lost in translation. Whatever, he didn't want to shatter Blaine's ego. He had a feeling it was already held together with tape as it was.
"If anyone sees you with me, you really would win your dare." The dare to get as bullied as he possibly could. "So. Don't talk to me. Don't stand near me. Don't even look at me."
He was warning him off. Warning him off while looking at him to commit some details to memory. He needed that for his daydreams.
"They're gonna pick on me anyway but uh, no, yeah, you're right. You are right. I'm trying to do something called 'operation: secret homo'. Sam named it. I was out in my old school... yikes." And he'd leave it at that. Yikes. It seemed pretty good at summarising the whole ordeal. He assumed Kurt was not having a great time either - no wonder he was so angry.
"So I shouldn't really be too close to you. In school." Where people would see and make judgements and he'd be back to square one. Maybe. Maybe not. He didn't know. He didn't know if he wanted to know.
Still, he had one try left: "What about outside of school?"
Operation: Secret Homo. That was about as dorky as expected. Although that 'yikes' ensured that Kurt didn't smile. He just felt that burn in his chest, like bile creeping up his throat. Anger and bitterness and a wish to hurt anyone who'd ever hurt Blaine.
Dangerous. This was dangerous. Which, luckily, Blaine seemed to accept now.
Only then he asked that last question and another laugh came out before he could stop himself. He ended up shaking his head with a smile he tried to hide by lowering it, then he put his hands in his pocket and turned away, starting to walk down the hallway. "Dream on, baby boy!"
"Come on, reconsider it. I have a very swanky treehouse!" Blaine called out, wondering if that was as appealing now as it was when he was 12. Probably not. Though Sam liked it a lot. Kurt didn't seem compelled so Blaine knew he couldn't do much else.
Maybe he should let it go. It was safer. For the best.
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Kurt leaned against the wall, looking at Blaine. "I have economics class right now. But Mr Foster is a homophobic bigot so I've elected to self-study."
Arching his eyebrows, he challenged Blaine. "What are you going to do now, hm?"
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And he knew that he should maybe let it go like he did with the big, scary hockey guys. This kid, Kurt, he had a knife on him. It was probably not wise to mess with him.
"I would write a pink slip and give it to Principal Figgins and then it's out of my hands." That was correct procedure. "But I don't like to do that so I'm hoping you'll go to class."
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What was this magic? Blaine's eyes had colours that made his mind reach for poetry. Amber, golden, liquid bronze. Something like that. Alive and warm. Kurt felt he could have drowned in them.
Obviously, he did no such thing. Instead, he tried intimidating him. "I have a better idea, baby boy. How about you've never seen me?"
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He didn't mean to make the audible 'oh'. It just slipped out. He felt it. In his pants. His dick was suddenly rising and he could do nothing to stop it or cover it.
"No." Fuck. This was bad. This was nothing like when jocks pinned him to stuff, he was all hot and horny, he wanted to be called baby boy again and he was hard. Very. Hard. "You -- You can go."
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Or so he'd have thought. He didn't realise it at first. Not until he noticed the redness on Blaine's face and that look on his face. Not until he pressed himself just a little bit closer and there it was.
His heart was beating fast. He had no experience whatsoever, the only thing he had to fall back on was his persona. It was almost too easy, he wore that mask well these days.
"Maybe I was wrong," he breathed quietly, "Maybe you did see something. How about it, baby boy? See something you like?"
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As was the way Kurt spoke and how he moved in, pressed against him, smelling delightful. Operation secret homo was going to be blown. Well, not literally... right?!
He blushed even harder now. "I mean, yeah, maybe -- maybe a little." It seemed dumb to keep denying it now. It was obvious. He was trapped between a rock and a hard place. A very hard place. "You have pretty eyes."
Damn. That was lame. This was so embarrassing.
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Well, he was proud of that. He made sure it looked good every day in the big mirror in his room.
Still holding on to Blaine's wrists, he knew that whatever move happened, he'd have to be the one to make it. And somehow he could not help himself. Somehow, inevitably, he ended up leaning in and kissing him.
So much better than Karofsky.
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And yet, Blaine didn't care because he was having his first kiss and he was really enjoying it. Kurt was a good kisser. Not that he had much to judge it by.
When Kurt pulled back, he looked at Kurt with wide eyes as he tried to process all of this. "You tasted like juicy fruit." He kind of liked that. It was weird and nice. "I really like gum."
Romantic. He nailed it. As always.
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He shook his head and let go of Blaine, his hands immediately missing that feeling of warmth. Ridiculous. "I'm sure someone is misbehaving somewhere. You should run off and stop them, like a good superhero."
That was what Blaine had rambled on about the other day, after all. "And, baby boy?"
He looked at him and for just a moment so many scenes played out. Kissing him again, dragging him into a toilet stall and doing more than just kissing. Holding his hand and smiling at him openly. Laughing with him. So many things that would never be. "Avoid me. Better for you."
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Why? What? They were kissing and laughing so that was good, right? And yeah, no, Kurt was scary and had a knife but they did just make out so wasn't that more of a 'see you next time' sort of thing. Not that he wanted that. Of course. Secret homo and all. And yet, it just seemed kind of weird.
"So you don't wanna kiss again?" Blaine just asked boldly because he was in this deep so he may as well vibe check. "I mean, maybe not here, I'm not -- it was a good kiss though." So that meant, logically, more kisses should come. "Or is this the moment when you tell me I'm like super mid at best and my ego shatters into little pieces. Which I am inviting on myself, I know, but maybe don't tell me if I suck. I'm a crier."
That was not a good thing to admit and yet he did, with a smile.
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"If anyone sees you with me, you really would win your dare." The dare to get as bullied as he possibly could. "So. Don't talk to me. Don't stand near me. Don't even look at me."
He was warning him off. Warning him off while looking at him to commit some details to memory. He needed that for his daydreams.
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"So I shouldn't really be too close to you. In school." Where people would see and make judgements and he'd be back to square one. Maybe. Maybe not. He didn't know. He didn't know if he wanted to know.
Still, he had one try left: "What about outside of school?"
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Dangerous. This was dangerous. Which, luckily, Blaine seemed to accept now.
Only then he asked that last question and another laugh came out before he could stop himself. He ended up shaking his head with a smile he tried to hide by lowering it, then he put his hands in his pocket and turned away, starting to walk down the hallway. "Dream on, baby boy!"
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Maybe he should let it go. It was safer. For the best.
Stick to Operation: Secret Homo.