Little Red and His Wolf: A Glee Fairytale - 2/?

Dec 31, 2011 14:56

Author: klainehappens
Title: Little Red and His Wolf: A Glee Fairytale - 2/?
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian (very very briefly) and ultimately Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: This part is 3430 words.
Length: Series
Warnings: Sebastian Smythe and his smirky meerkat face.
Summary: Kurt Hummel is a loner just trying to survive his sophomore year of high school. Blaine Anderson-Berry is the new kid in town with a dark secret.

Prologue
Chapter 1



Kurt had been on his way to his usual lunchtime spot in the Glee room when he was waylaid by Noah Puckerman and his gang of jock buddies. Generally in situations such as those, Kurt would quietly exit the scene without his lunch or with slushie dripping down his pants or with garbage stains on his new Alexander McQueen that had taken weeks of helping his dad in the shop before he had been allowed to put it on the credit card. Today, however, a quiet exit had not been possible thanks to one Blaine Anderson-Berry and his big mouth.

Unsure of what Blaine had said to Noah when he' stepped closer and out of earshot, Kurt was certain the incident was going to incite a reign of unholy terror like McKinley (and Kurt especially) had never seen before. He was actually pondering the merits of coming to school in sweats the following day in order to keep the rest of his wardrobe free from slushies for yet another day.

Kurt had been bullied by Noah and his gang ever since he was a freshman over a year and a half ago. He had absolutely no reason to believe ti was going to stop now just because Blaine Anderson-Berry told him to. Who did Blaine think he was anyway, talking to Noah like that? Didn't he realize that he was asking for his life to be made a living hell at McKinley just the way Kurt's was?

It wasn't until Kurt was sitting on a bench beside Blaine with half a slice of the other boy's pizza in his stomach that he thought to actually ask the question that had been bothering him. "What did you say to Puckerman, Blaine?"

"You heard what I said," Blaine replied, downing the rest of the first carton of chocolate milk he'd been working on. "I told him to leave you the hell alone...and he better. If he doesn't, you tell me."

Kurt couldn't help laughing a little as he picked off another pepperoni from the slice he was eating, setting it to the side with the others. "Why are you doing this, Blaine?" He asked. "Just because I gave you a half assed tour of the school?"

Wiping the chocolate milk moustache away with the back of his hand, Blaine looked hurt. "It was half assed? When do I get to see the full ass?" He countered.

"You are the full ass," Kurt replied, taking another bite of the pizza once it was clear of any offending pepperoni.

"And you're a disgrace to true pizza lovers everywhere, Red," Blaine said in response, shaking his head a little.

"Just because I don't want to consume greasy bits of leftover pig..." Kurt began, his nose wrinkling delicately. He stopped short though when he saw who was headed in their direction.

"Greasy bits of leftover pig are the best part of my day so far, I'll have you know," Blaine said, taking another bite of his own slice before reaching over to pick the pepperonis off of Kurt's plate.

Kurt normally would have been quick to pipe up with something like, "And I thought meeting me was the best part of your day," but now Sebastian was only a few steps away and he had his panicking brain and pounding heart to contend with. Ignoring Blaine and his penchant for pepperoni, Kurt cleared his throat and put down the rest of his pizza.

"Hi, Sebastian," he smiled, inwardly cringing at the way his voice went higher on its own whenever he got excited. He glanced quickly at Blaine who was looking at him with a very odd expression on his face but he didn't have much time to analyze what it meant because suddenly Sebastian was wedging himself in between them on the bench as if Blaine wasn't sitting there at all.

"Bonjour, mon petit chou," Sebastian said, Casually slinging an arm around Kurt's shoulders. "So sorry to interrupt, beautiful, but as I'm sure you noticed, I wasn't in French yesterday so I was wondering if I could borrow your notes during my study hall next period in case we have a quiz?"

"Did you just call him your little cabbage?" Blaine asked, sounding more tense than he previously had.

"I'm such an asshole," Sebastian grinned at Kurt. "Who's your friend? Is this the step-brother?" He turned to extend a hand to Blaine then.

"No..." Kurt said quickly. "This is Blaine Anderson-Berry. He's new and in our French class too," he added, blushing further under the weight of Sebastian's arm.

"Oh, fresh meat, hm?" Sebastian grinned as Blaine begrudgingly shook his hand. "Good to meet you, Blaine Berry. I'm just going to call you BB from now on. What does a Blaine Berry taste like, I wonder?" He winked at Kurt who went at least three more shades of red while Blaine quite pointedly withdrew his hand from Sebastian's.

"It's Anderson-Berry," Blaine said, going back to his pizza as if everything was normal. It was clear to Kurt however that everything was not. Something had changed in the tone of Blaine's voice.

"Oh...whatever," Sebastian smirked, turning back to Kurt as he gave his shoulder a squeeze. "So how about it, sweet-cheeks? Can I borrow your notes? I'll buy you a drink at the football game tomorrow night."

Kurt wondered if it were humanly possible to will a heart to stop pounding so damn loudly and what he had to do in order to learn that particular skill. "Have you ever seen me at a football game, Sebastian?" He raised an eyebrow, determined to not to give in to the boy he'd been crushing on since the day he started at McKinley. Two years ahead of him, Kurt hadn't had a class with Sebastian until now. French 2.

"No, but I'm telling you to come to tomorrow night's game, babe. Come sit with me and my friends. You'll have a good time," Sebastian winked, squeezing Kurt's shoulder again, his long fingers gently rubbing at his upper arms.

Kurt thought he heard Blaine scoff but when he leaned around Sebastian to look at him, he leaned too, effectively blocking Kurt from seeing Blaine. "Fine," he finally replied, bending to dig through his bag as if he was somewhat put out instead of eager to share his notes with the object of his affections. "Make sure it comes back to me in one piece, Smythe," he said, handing it over. It was a Lisa Frank notebook with two neon pandas on the cover.

"God, why are you so adorable? You're a real peach, kid," he smiled, leaning in to peck Kurt on the cheek before getting up to saunter away, not even sparing Blaine a backward glance.

Kurt's cheeks burned the reddest they'd' been all day and as soon as Sebastian was out of sight, he covered his face with his hands. "That did not just happen!" He breathed deeply, peeking at Blaine from between his fingers.

"Who the hell was that?" Blaine replied.

"That," Kurt sighed. "Was Sebastian Smythe. Ive' pretty much been in love with him since forever...don't tell anyone!"

"No? Don't tell anyone? Hey! McKinley!" Blaine raised his voice just a little, not enough to garner any real attention.

Kurt's expression was murderous. "I will end you, Anderson-Berry."

Blaine laughed then. "So that's your type, huh, Red? I didn't envision you with a complete pompous ass but you know, whatever floats your boat."

"Sebastian is not a pompous ass!" Kurt sputtered, indignant as he glanced down at the remains of his pizza. "He's popular and dreamy and has the second best wardrobe in the entire school. Did you see that Michael Kors shirt he was wearing?"

"You gonna eat that?" Blaine asked in response, motioning to Kurt's unfinished lunch as he downed the rest of his fries.

"What? Oh...you can have it. You sure ear a lot...but I guess that makes sense since you work out a lot?"

"What makes you think I work out a lot?"

"Well..." Kurt stammered. "Your arms...I mean...you have to work out. Arms aren't just...like that!"

"Like what?" Blaine raised a somewhat bushy and inquisitive eyebrow.

"Like...they're stretching out your sleeves!"

"They are, aren't they?" Blaine grinned, tearing into Kurt's abandoned pizza.

"Oh my God, you are such a pain in the ass," Kurt sighed, leaning over to grab his water bottle from his bag.

Blaine just smiled around the mouthful of pizza and then washed it down with his chocolate milk. "Seriously though, Red. What do you see in him? He clearly was just flirting with you to get you to give him your notes."

"No shit, Sherlock," Kurt replied. "Do you think I'm stupid?" A flash of hurt crossed his face before he reigned himself in. "I just think he's gorgeous and I like the way I feel when he talks to me."

"I don't think you're stupid," said Blaine, setting his milk carton down on the tray. "I just think you're selling yourself short wasting all your crushing energy on that guy."

Anger sparked in Kurt's eyes and he grabbed the strap of his backpack, glaring at Blaine as he stood. "Oh, that's what you think, huh? What do you know about me, anyway? Nothing!" Even as the words were coming out of his mouth, Kurt knew he was being a jerk to the first random person to show him genuine kindness in a long time. "He's the only guy who's ever flirted with me at this school," he snapped. "And he's the only gay person at this school who is out and proud like I am, only he doesn't get treated like shit for it because his dad is the Chief of Police. So, excuse me. I'm sorry, Blaine, if my crush isn't up to your standards!"

And with that, Kurt turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Blaine there alone on the bench with his backpack and a tray full of garbage.

*** *** ***

Sixth period was torturous for Kurt. It was Chemistry, his least favorite subject, and for the life of him, he could not get his experiment to produce the correct results. It probably had everything to do with the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about Blaine. Blaine who he'd left alone on that bench not twenty minutes after he'd proven that he was the only person at McKinley willing to stand up for Kurt. Sure, he had friends in Glee club, but Kurt knew for a fact that none of them would have stood up to Noah Puckerman the way Blaine had.

It took him until the end of the period to get the experiment right and he groaned when the bell rang, not relishing the thought of having to write up the lab report at home when most of the other students had managed to complete theirs in class. Hanging up his apron, Kurt shoved his lab notebook into his bag and headed for French.

He had been trying to ignore the fact that he was going to see Blaine again this period but as he got closer to French, the queasy feeling in his stomach only got worse. Standing outside the door for a moment, Kurt finally reached out to open it when he felt a hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch. "Blaine," he said as he turned around. "Oh, Sebastian."

"Oh, Sebastian?" The taller boy repeated, frowning. "Not happy to see me? Look, I even brought your notebook back safe and sound," he added as he handed it over.

"Oh, no...I thought you were someone else. I'm happy to see you," Kurt tried to explain.

"Glad to hear it, Hummel," said Sebastian, opening the door and slinging his free arm around Kurt's shoulders as the second bell began to ring.

Attempting to disentangle himself from Sebastian under the watchful eye of Mme. Chevalier did not go as planned and a few moments later, Kurt found himself being pulled down into the desk beside Sebastian's where one of his friends from the lacrosse team usually sat. He barely had gotten himself situated when the door to the classroom opened again. As soon as Kurt saw the familiar curls, his heartbeat picked up.

"And you are...?" Mme. Chevalier was staring Blaine down with her patented glare but the boy walked right over to her desk with a smile on his face. "I'm Blaine Anderson-Berry. I'm a new student," Blaine told her in perfect french. "I'm sorry I was late and I couldn't find the classroom," he added, causing Kurt's jaw to drop when he heard how amazing Blaine's pronunciation was.

Clearly shocked at the fact that her new student seemed to be more acclimated to the French 2 material than her own students were, she waved him toward one of the two open seats left at the front of the room. As she picked up her roster to start taking the role, Kurt knew he should be paying attention but he couldn't take his eyes off Blaine.

In between the time he had left him and now, Blaine had somehow lost both the tight fitting polo that had gripped his arm muscles so nicely and the rather expensive looking sweater vest. Upon further inspection, Kurt could see faded purple stains on the older boy's jeans and his eyes widened in horror as he realized that Blaine had been slushied.

So the war of retribution had already begun. No one was safe. Kurt knew he was going to have to book it to Glee club and be on the lookout for any slushies with his name on them. It made him mad to think someone had ruined Blaine's clothes on his first day and as he was wondering who Blaine's attacker was, Kurt suddenly realized the entire classroom of people was now staring at him.

"Kurt...Hummel," Mme. Chevalier looked at him pointedly. "How many times must I say your name before you find it appropriate to answer?"

"Here, sorry," Kurt's voice squeaked a little and he cringed, ducking his head before he made eye contact with anyone else. Anyone else like Sebastian, the hottest guy in the school or Blaine who...now knew his name, Kurt realized. Lifting his head at that, he immediately locked eyes with Blaine who was just looking at him with a mischievous smile on his face.

It wasn't that Kurt had really wanted to hide his name from Blaine. He just hadn't figured they would talk again after the admittedly half assed tour and he had figured why give the new guy any information, especially if he was going to turn out like most of the rest of the McKinley High jackasses? The trouble was that Kurt now knew Blaine wasn't like that and he was already feeling kind of sad at the thought that the other boy wouldn't be calling him 'Red' anymore. Kurt hadn't even realized he'd been enjoying the nickname until the possibility of not hearing it anymore was becoming a reality.

For the rest of the period, Kurt kept his head down on his desk (aside from the ten minutes he had to spend working on vocabulary with a partner who was thankfully neither Sebastian nor Blaine.) Thankfully, he managed to not do anything else remotely embarrassing or that would call attention to himself and when the bell rang, he was the first one out of his seat, heading for the door.

Not even bothering to stop at his locker, Kurt went immediately to the Glee room and climbed the steps to the top row where he usually sat. A lot of the time, he would climb up on a chair and look out the window but today, he just plopped down in his seat, dropping his bag to the ground. He was the first one in the room which was unusual. Usually he stopped by his locker for a pre-Glee hairspray freshening.

A few minutes later, the rest of the Glee club trickled into the room and Mercedes hustled up the steps to sit down beside Kurt, eager to show off her new pink knee high boots that she'd purchased over the weekend. They were so into the discussion about the boots that Kurt didn't noticed a familiar new face walk into the room just as the bell rang.

Santana leaned over then and poked him. "Hey, Hummel. Who's the new kid? I'm asking because if he didn't have such a major dose of the gay-face, I'd go over and introduce myself but I'm sure it would be a huge waste of breath."

Kurt followed her line of vision, audibly gulping when he saw the back of Blaine's overly gelled head. "What makes you think I'm the expert on new kids, Satan?" He asked, doing his best to sound completely nonchalant.

"I never said anything about you being the expert on new kids, Homo Hummel, but I know you're the expert on gay-face," Santana replied as Mr. Schuester strolled into the room after the bell as per usual.

The teacher seemed overjoyed that they had a new addition to the Glee club and set about having them all sing a couple songs so that he could hear how Blaine fit in. Kurt couldn't believe what a voice Blaine had on him. Listening to the other boy sing made him go hot all over more than a couple times and when they finished with the singing, Mr. Schuester insisted they spend some time working on the set list for Regionals.

Rachel spent most of the rest of the period attempting to convince the rest of the Glee club that they had no choice but to perform a medley from Hello! Dolly, in order to wow the judges while Mr. Schuester countered her proposition with the notion that the New Directions could never sing too many Journey songs. The period passed too quickly as Kurt drafted and redrafted an appropriate apology in his head. He knew that he was going to have to say that he was sorry to Blaine for snapping at him. He hadn't deserved the way Kurt lashed out at him and Kurt knew it.

When the bell rang, Kurt waited until most of the others had headed out before descending the steps to wait for Blaine who was talking to Mr. Schuester at the piano. When they finished, Kurt stepped forward, gently tapping the other boy's shoulder. "Blaine?"

Turning around, Blaine looked genuinely happy to see him. "Red," he smiled. "What can I do for you?"

"I had no idea you could sing like that. That was...amazing," Kurt said, taking a deep breath. "But what I wanted to say was..."

"That you're gonna have lunch with me again tomorrow?" Blaine asked. "Good. Tell me what your fourth period class is so that I can escort you to the cafeteria. It would suck to lose your lunch two days in a row."

"I'm used to it," tumbled out of Kurt's mouth before he could hold back. He hadn't exactly wanted to admit to Blaine just how pathetic he was. On the days he didn't get tripped or shoved, sometimes they just took his lunch and ate it themselves. His cheeks went a little pink then.

"Well I'm not," Blaine replied. "And if I keep sharing my lunch with you, I'll never be big and strong. I'll be a shrimp."

"At least you'd be a cute shrimp." Kurt was really failing at the whole thinking before speaking thing today and his cheeks went a couple shades darker until they hit a color that would definitely be described as fitting to his nickname. Turning around, he hurried from the classroom, heading down the hall toward his locker.

"Did you just call me cute?" Blaine grinned, following after him.

Kurt bit his lip to keep the nervous laughter inside as he continued to walk on. "You must be hearing things Anderson-Berry! Your locker is the other way," he called, not exactly wanting to be followed at the moment. He had all sorts of conflicting thoughts and ideas going on in his head and he was never going to be able to sort himself out properly if Blaine was around. The other boy did a number on his insides that made Kurt's head spin.

"Good night, Red!" Blaine called out. "Get home safe."

And what Kurt didn't know as he walked home from school, wrapped snugly in his warm, red cape, was that Blaine was currently seeing to it that he would.

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