Little Red and His Wolf : A Glee Fairytale - 3a/?
Author: klainehappens
Title: Little Red and His Wolf: A Glee Fairytale - 3a/?
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian (very very briefly) and ultimately Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: This part is 3369 words.
Length: Series
Warnings: Mentions of Jr. High!Blaine/Sam.
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
Chapter 2
The rest of the school week had passed relatively quickly for Blaine as he adjusted to both his new school and his new life in Lima. Even after their argument on Monday, he continued to ear lunch with Kurt who he still continued to call 'Red' even though he now knew his friend's given name. Sure, Blaine had experienced crushes before - both at school and in other places but none of them had ever cause an instant attachment like the one he felt for Kurt. Not even Sam.
Having no idea why this boy was different, Blaine did he his best not to think about it too much and just accepted it as one of those weird bonding things his dads had alluded to when they sat him down at age 12 to discuss some pretty embarrassing stuff. (At least Blaine had thought so at the time.) The conversation had been a more intense version of what had happened when his dads initiated the first talk when he was about five. that was when Blaine had learned that not all people were the way he, his parents, and his older sister were. In fact, most weren't.
It was the first time Blaine had ever been made aware he was different and while it hadn't sunk in too much at the time, he began to realize a little more with each passing year exactly what his Papa had meant when he said, "not all little boys are as special as my Blainers." Just thinking about his Papa or his Daddy still brought a lump to Blaine's throat and tears to his eyes even after almost five months, so Blaine reacted the way he always did and pushed those memories down deep, locking them away in the basement of his heart until the next time that damn lock popped open without permission.
During that talk when he was 12, Blaine had learned he would sometimes had a pull toward certain people and would feel compelled to protect them. It had confused Blaine some at that point because then his Pap had started talking about urges and how they were normal but that Blaine shouldn't give into them until he was older and his Daddy had begun to blush into his coffee mug. The only urges Blaine wanted to give into then were the urges to leave the table and run anywhere else despite the fact that Daddy had promised him homemade cookies after the fact.
In the end, Blaine figured that he felt that "certain pull" toward his best friend, Sam. Twelve year old Blaine would have told anyone who would listen about how Sam Evans hung the moon and also the stars. The Anderson- Berry's had actually stayed in one place long enough for Blaine to complete both years of junior high at the same school with his best friend. When they had left town the summer after eighth grade, Blaine was wrecked. Starting his freshman year without Sam at his side had been downright terrifying.
The other boy had always been bigger and more athletic than Blaine. He'd always looked out for him. They had been inseparable. Blaine had even been the team manager when Sam joined the school football team. It wasn't until his freshman year at a new school with no one to protect him that Blaine decided it was time to bulk up after one of the senior hockey players slammed him face first into a locker. He'd called Sam later that afternoon and left him a message, sounding pretty stuffy due to his broken nose, but his best friend hadn't called back until two days later with an apology about how busy he was with high school and how he'd made JV football.
Blaine had assured him it was fine but after a month had passed and Blaine had received only two more calls and three emails, he realized Sam was moving on and he knew he had to as well. He didn't want to be the only one waiting by the phone and refreshing his inbox. After a bit, he'd managed to make a friend in the weight room where he'd begun to hang out after school. Her name was Lauren Zizes and she could have easily benched two of Blaine but she was funny and she was tough and Blaine liked that. No, she certainly wasn't a substitute for the kind of relationship he'd shared with Sam and they definitely didn't have any sleepovers that involved rubbing up against each other in their pajama pants but Blaine was finally starting to feel less alone. He was moving on the way he always did thanks to the way his family always seemed to be relocating when things really got good.
Blaine had done his best at his last school to keep his friendships pretty surface level. Aside from Lauren, he made friends with another girl named Sugar. She was at least someone else to eat lunch with on the days Lauren wasn't there, but Blaine never did anything with her outside of school. He and Lauren hung out on occasion. Sometimes they went to movies or sporting events but for the most part, Blaine Anderson-Berry had spent the better part of two years attempting to keep what he now knew to be heartbreak from ever happening again.
Except now there was Kurt Hummel. His tour guide. Red. And while Kurt had worn all manner of flashy and colorful outfits that week, Blaine couldn't shake the image of the other boy in that damn cape, the bright red contrasting sharply against pale skin. He'd looked so innocent and virginal that just thinking about it made Blaine quietly growl under his breath. It quickly snapped Blaine back to reality as he realized Brittany was staring at him from her chair beside his own. He gave her a bright smile and she smiled back, seeming to forget that she'd just heard a rather animalistic noise come from the new guy.
Glancing up at the clock, Blaine was relieved to find that Glee Club was almost over. HE enjoyed Glee, really he did, but he was anxious to be done with it today. Today was Friday- the day Kurt had been chattering about all week. Sebastian would be picking up for the game tonight at 6:30 and he still hadn't decided between the final three outfit options. At lunch, he'd begged Blaine to come over after school to help him decide and while it made the ball of jealousy in his gut flame even hotter, Blaine had readily agreed. He wasn't about to pass up a chance to see where Kurt lived and maybe even get to meet his family.
While Blaine knew logically that this was a horrible idea, putting himself out there again like this, he also knew that he was powerless to stop it. The way he felt pulled toward Kurt was somehow even stronger than the connection he'd had with Sam and it scared him. It scared him that he couldn't help the way he felt - that he was completely helpless against this bond to a boy he barely knew at all. Finally the bell rang and Blaine was out of his chair and at Kurt's side before it stopped echoing against the walls of the rooms and hallways.
"Hi," said Kurt, looking up at him with those big blue eyes. "You look even more anxious to get out of here than me," he teased, leaning over to pick up his bag. Today he was dressed in burgundy Doc Martens, distressed jeans, a white Henley with buttons and black vest with a silver chain and a decorative pair of mini-scissors above the pocket. His neck was bare unlike a few days during the week when it had been hidden by a decorative scarf or turtleneck sweater. It made Blaine's breath hitch in his throat just about every time he looked at Kurt. Needless to say, it had been a long day.
"You have no idea," he replied, letting his breath out in a whoosh of air before rolling his eyes a little as they headed out of the classroom.
Kurt looked over at him as they walked and Blaine felt all his hair stand on end. "Hate it here already, Blaine?" He asked.
"What? No, of course not," Blaine replied. "I mean, school isn't my favorite thing ever, but this one isn't so bad as far as school s go," he added.
"Who are you trying to kid? Yes it is," Kurt scoffed. Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. "My question is, how did you manage to get slushied only once? My first week here, I had to buy practically an entirely new wardrobe."
Blaine smiled at Kurt but as they got to his locker, his face became serious when he turned away to work the lock. "It only took one time," he said.
"One time for what?" Kurt replied, clearly not getting it.
"For that meat-head Karofsky to realize he doesn't want to fuck with me," Blaine replied darkly, not even realizing he'd cursed in front of Kurt for the first time. He couldn't help but flash back in his mind to that hockey player who had broken his nose freshman year.
His parents had come to pick him up and take him to the hospital where they'd had to reset it which was singularly the most painful experience of Blaine's life at that point. Even though his Daddy had assured him it was okay to cry, Blaine had been embarrassed by the fact that he couldn't just suck it up and deal. Sam hadn't cried once when he broke his arm in the seventh grade after scaling a tree to retrieve Blaine's backpack from where it had been tossed by a pack of eighth graders. After tossing the bag down to Blaine, Sam started to climb down but ended up falling when a rotting branch gave out.
Mildly concussed and holding his broken arm, Sam had insisted upon walking Blaine home before promptly passing out on the Anderson-Berry's front porch as soon as he knew the smaller boy was safe. Blaine's Daddy had called an ambulance and rode with Sam to the hospital while Blaine and his Papa followed along behind. Sam had been so brave and Blaine had been so...not and he hated himself for it. Now faced with both thoughts of Sam and thoughts of his parents, Blaine hadn't heard Kurt say his name and jumped, whirling around when he felt the other boy's hand on his shoulder.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked again, his eyes wide.
Taking a deep breath, Blaine forced away the thoughts, actively upset that they'd gotten the better of him twice in one day now. And he'd been doing so well. "Sorry," he smiled brightly. "I was just trying to figure out what books I needed to bring home for the weekend."
Kurt eyed him suspiciously but eventually seemed to accept that response. "Don't forget your French book," he said, trying to be helpful. "Of course you'll probably finish the homework in like, two seconds," he added, giving Blaine a look of jealousy.
"Is that your way of asking for help with French, Red?" Blaine grinned, loading his bag with the necessary books. "I do my homework on Sunday afternoons. You're welcome to join me."
"Help? Please. Just because I'm not as fast as you doesn't mean I can't do it. I was the best in the class until you came along, I'll have you know."
"A little bitter, are we?" Blaine closed his locker, spinning the lock to make sure it was in place.
Kurt arched an eyebrow before turning to continue down the hall to head for his own locker. "So," he said, not even bothering to turn around and see if Blaine was following. "Where do you want to do homework? The Lima Bean has free wi-fi," he suggested.
"Oh, so you don't want to come over to my house, then?" Blaine asked from his position right behind Kurt. He'd been planning on inviting Kurt to his aunt's place, certain she would invite his new friend to stay for dinner.
Kurt just laughed a little. "What kind of guy would that make me, going over to a strange boy's house who I haven't even known for a week?"
That made Blaine chuckle a little in spite of himself. "You're something else, Red," he said as they approached Kurt's locker. "Why did you invite me over to your place if you won't come to mine?"
"Because," Kurt said, fiddling with his locker until he got the combination right. "My dad gets home at five. If you wanted to do anything untoward, you wouldn't have much time."
Blaine laughed again. "I think you've severely underestimated me, Red," he stepped closer to peek into Kurt's locker as the other boy swung the door open. The inside was papered with cut outs from fashion magazines along with a photo from what looked to be his father's wedding.
"Oh, I have, have I?" Kurt replied as he grabbed his French book.
"Mhm," Blaine affirmed. "I could do all sorts of untoward things in the hour we're alone," he teased with a wiggle of the eyebrows.
"Blaine Anderson-Berry, I am seriously starting to regret inviting you to come over," Kurt sighed, clearly doing his best to act completely unamused with the situation at hand.
"Oh, you are not," Blaine replied, biting his lower lip to keep from smiling too much. "You are totally pleased at the fact that not only you invited me but that I accepted. Who else would willingly choose to sit through a Kurt Hummel fashion extravaganza?" Kurt had just confided in Blaine the other day that he was used to having to reply on the opinions of his Tumblr friends when it came to outfits and the like.
"I've made my dad do it before and he'd do it again," Kurt countered before selecting another book and shutting his locker door.
"I'm sure," Blaine said. "But you wouldn't have half as much fun or be provided with my expert fashion knowledge," he added.
"Expert fashion knowledge?" Kurt replied, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "Is that what you call...this?" He waved a hand in the general direction of Blaine's ensemble before letting it come to rest at his side where he pointed at Blaine's ankles, bare due to lack of socks and the fact that his pants hit just above them. "I wasn't aware clam-digging was a viable hobby for Ohioans."
Blaine brought a hand to his chest, unable to keep from laughing even as he fought to appear properly offended. "You're asking for it, Red," he said as they headed out to the parking lot.
"Asking for what, exactly?" Kurt questioned with a cock of his head.
"All sorts of untoward things," Blaine grinned, quickly moving ahead of him to open up the door.
"Riiiight," Kurt nodded, digging into the front flap of his messenger bag for his Prada sunglasses. "The boy currently holding the door for me in a most gentlemanly fashion is going to do something untoward," he scoffed.
"Don't underestimate me, Red," said Blaine as they walked across the parking lot toward Kurt's Navigator. "It would be the first in a long series of mistakes."
"Get in the car, Blaine," Kurt sighed, smiling a little anyway as he unlocked the doors and slid into the driver's seat.
Blaine did as he was told for the time being. Opening up the passenger side door, he set his bag on the floorboard and climbed in, making sure to buckle up. "Sweet ride," he said, leaning over to poke Kurt in the upper arm. "How come you were walking home earlier in the week if you have such a great car at your disposal?"
"That," Kurt groaned, "is a really long story."
"Yeah?" Blaine asked, intrigued.
"Suffice to say, you should make it a point to tell all girls you hang out with that you're definitely gay. I hung out with a girl from my English class over the weekend and it wasn't until after the fact that I realized she thought it was a date," Kurt explained.
"And that has what to do with your car, exactly?" Blaine asked as Kurt headed out of the parking lot.
Kurt huffed out a little sigh, glancing at Blaine from behind his sunglasses. "I'm getting to that, Mr Impatient. When I told her we weren't on a date, she threw a rock through my windshield."
"Seriously?" Blaine asked, jaw agape.
"Yeah, and then when I told her I was gay, she kicked me in the shin and stormed off. My baby was busy getting her front window replace on Monday," Kurt fondly stroked the steering wheel.
"Your baby?" Blaine repeated, arching a thick eyebrow. "I didn't know you were one of those types, Red."
"One of what types exactly, Blaine?" Kurt cast a sidelong glance at him as he drove. "The kind that cares about cars? You probably think I live in a bedroom decorated with sparkles and glitter where I do nothing but give myself manicures and listen to Judy Garland records."
Blaine's eyes went wide and he worried for a second that he'd offended Kurt but as he rushed to try and explain his comment, he finally realized Kurt was just giving him a hard time as usual. "No...I just meant I didn't figure you were one of those guys who called their car their baby," he clarified.
"I can't really help it," said Kurt. "My dad drives a '69 Chevy and he's been calling it his baby my whole life."
"So your old man's a car guy?" Blaine asked.
"The car guy," Kurt replied, looking at Blaine as they came to a stop at a red light. "The shop is down on Main. Hummel Tire and Lube? That's us."
"Hummel Tire and Lube?" Blaine repeated, a smirk curling up at the corners of his mouth when he said the word 'lube.'
Kurt huffed, switching his foot from the brake to the gas as the light turned green. "I swear to God, Anderson-Berry. You're like a twelve year old."
"Oh, come on," Blaine laughed. "Thirteen at least."
"More like eleven," Kurt said. "I was trying to be nice."
Sliding a hand across the center console, Blaine poked Kurt in the thigh, not at all surprised to find lean muscle there beneath his tight jeans. "I warned you, Red. You're asking for it."
"Oh please, someone help," Kurt deadpanned, as he threw the back of a hand against his forehead in mock dismay as he kept the other one firmly on the steering wheel. "Captain Dapperson thinks he's going to do something untoward."
Any semblance of threatening on Blaine's face was wiped away the second Kurt said that. "Oh my God," he laughed. "Did you just nickname me?"
"Fair's fair, Blaine," Kurt replied, reaching over to poke at Blaine's neck. "I refuse to feel legitimately threatened by a boy in a bow-tie."
"I'm not a boy! I'm a man," Blaine protested before stopping to think.
That made Kurt laugh a little. "I happen to know you're seventeen, Dapperson. I hate to break it to you, but you've got a year left to go."
Blaine bit his lip, wondering why on earth his heart had started to pound in his chest that way. "Guess so," he managed, turning to look out the window as he attempted to get a hold of himself.
All he could think about was his sixteenth birthday and how his dads had led him through the official ceremony of becoming a man that they themselves had also participated in on their own sixteenth birthdays. Biting down harder on his lip, Blaine realized that he wanted nothing more than to tell Kurt about the ceremony, about his dads, and what had happened when the moon came out that night, the same thing that still happened during each and every full moon, not to mention sometimes in between.
"Blaine?" Kurt's voice startled him out of his reverie. "I said we're here."
Title: Little Red and His Wolf: A Glee Fairytale - 3a/?
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian (very very briefly) and ultimately Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: This part is 3369 words.
Length: Series
Warnings: Mentions of Jr. High!Blaine/Sam.
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
Chapter 2
The rest of the school week had passed relatively quickly for Blaine as he adjusted to both his new school and his new life in Lima. Even after their argument on Monday, he continued to ear lunch with Kurt who he still continued to call 'Red' even though he now knew his friend's given name. Sure, Blaine had experienced crushes before - both at school and in other places but none of them had ever cause an instant attachment like the one he felt for Kurt. Not even Sam.
Having no idea why this boy was different, Blaine did he his best not to think about it too much and just accepted it as one of those weird bonding things his dads had alluded to when they sat him down at age 12 to discuss some pretty embarrassing stuff. (At least Blaine had thought so at the time.) The conversation had been a more intense version of what had happened when his dads initiated the first talk when he was about five. that was when Blaine had learned that not all people were the way he, his parents, and his older sister were. In fact, most weren't.
It was the first time Blaine had ever been made aware he was different and while it hadn't sunk in too much at the time, he began to realize a little more with each passing year exactly what his Papa had meant when he said, "not all little boys are as special as my Blainers." Just thinking about his Papa or his Daddy still brought a lump to Blaine's throat and tears to his eyes even after almost five months, so Blaine reacted the way he always did and pushed those memories down deep, locking them away in the basement of his heart until the next time that damn lock popped open without permission.
During that talk when he was 12, Blaine had learned he would sometimes had a pull toward certain people and would feel compelled to protect them. It had confused Blaine some at that point because then his Pap had started talking about urges and how they were normal but that Blaine shouldn't give into them until he was older and his Daddy had begun to blush into his coffee mug. The only urges Blaine wanted to give into then were the urges to leave the table and run anywhere else despite the fact that Daddy had promised him homemade cookies after the fact.
In the end, Blaine figured that he felt that "certain pull" toward his best friend, Sam. Twelve year old Blaine would have told anyone who would listen about how Sam Evans hung the moon and also the stars. The Anderson- Berry's had actually stayed in one place long enough for Blaine to complete both years of junior high at the same school with his best friend. When they had left town the summer after eighth grade, Blaine was wrecked. Starting his freshman year without Sam at his side had been downright terrifying.
The other boy had always been bigger and more athletic than Blaine. He'd always looked out for him. They had been inseparable. Blaine had even been the team manager when Sam joined the school football team. It wasn't until his freshman year at a new school with no one to protect him that Blaine decided it was time to bulk up after one of the senior hockey players slammed him face first into a locker. He'd called Sam later that afternoon and left him a message, sounding pretty stuffy due to his broken nose, but his best friend hadn't called back until two days later with an apology about how busy he was with high school and how he'd made JV football.
Blaine had assured him it was fine but after a month had passed and Blaine had received only two more calls and three emails, he realized Sam was moving on and he knew he had to as well. He didn't want to be the only one waiting by the phone and refreshing his inbox. After a bit, he'd managed to make a friend in the weight room where he'd begun to hang out after school. Her name was Lauren Zizes and she could have easily benched two of Blaine but she was funny and she was tough and Blaine liked that. No, she certainly wasn't a substitute for the kind of relationship he'd shared with Sam and they definitely didn't have any sleepovers that involved rubbing up against each other in their pajama pants but Blaine was finally starting to feel less alone. He was moving on the way he always did thanks to the way his family always seemed to be relocating when things really got good.
Blaine had done his best at his last school to keep his friendships pretty surface level. Aside from Lauren, he made friends with another girl named Sugar. She was at least someone else to eat lunch with on the days Lauren wasn't there, but Blaine never did anything with her outside of school. He and Lauren hung out on occasion. Sometimes they went to movies or sporting events but for the most part, Blaine Anderson-Berry had spent the better part of two years attempting to keep what he now knew to be heartbreak from ever happening again.
Except now there was Kurt Hummel. His tour guide. Red. And while Kurt had worn all manner of flashy and colorful outfits that week, Blaine couldn't shake the image of the other boy in that damn cape, the bright red contrasting sharply against pale skin. He'd looked so innocent and virginal that just thinking about it made Blaine quietly growl under his breath. It quickly snapped Blaine back to reality as he realized Brittany was staring at him from her chair beside his own. He gave her a bright smile and she smiled back, seeming to forget that she'd just heard a rather animalistic noise come from the new guy.
Glancing up at the clock, Blaine was relieved to find that Glee Club was almost over. HE enjoyed Glee, really he did, but he was anxious to be done with it today. Today was Friday- the day Kurt had been chattering about all week. Sebastian would be picking up for the game tonight at 6:30 and he still hadn't decided between the final three outfit options. At lunch, he'd begged Blaine to come over after school to help him decide and while it made the ball of jealousy in his gut flame even hotter, Blaine had readily agreed. He wasn't about to pass up a chance to see where Kurt lived and maybe even get to meet his family.
While Blaine knew logically that this was a horrible idea, putting himself out there again like this, he also knew that he was powerless to stop it. The way he felt pulled toward Kurt was somehow even stronger than the connection he'd had with Sam and it scared him. It scared him that he couldn't help the way he felt - that he was completely helpless against this bond to a boy he barely knew at all. Finally the bell rang and Blaine was out of his chair and at Kurt's side before it stopped echoing against the walls of the rooms and hallways.
"Hi," said Kurt, looking up at him with those big blue eyes. "You look even more anxious to get out of here than me," he teased, leaning over to pick up his bag. Today he was dressed in burgundy Doc Martens, distressed jeans, a white Henley with buttons and black vest with a silver chain and a decorative pair of mini-scissors above the pocket. His neck was bare unlike a few days during the week when it had been hidden by a decorative scarf or turtleneck sweater. It made Blaine's breath hitch in his throat just about every time he looked at Kurt. Needless to say, it had been a long day.
"You have no idea," he replied, letting his breath out in a whoosh of air before rolling his eyes a little as they headed out of the classroom.
Kurt looked over at him as they walked and Blaine felt all his hair stand on end. "Hate it here already, Blaine?" He asked.
"What? No, of course not," Blaine replied. "I mean, school isn't my favorite thing ever, but this one isn't so bad as far as school s go," he added.
"Who are you trying to kid? Yes it is," Kurt scoffed. Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. "My question is, how did you manage to get slushied only once? My first week here, I had to buy practically an entirely new wardrobe."
Blaine smiled at Kurt but as they got to his locker, his face became serious when he turned away to work the lock. "It only took one time," he said.
"One time for what?" Kurt replied, clearly not getting it.
"For that meat-head Karofsky to realize he doesn't want to fuck with me," Blaine replied darkly, not even realizing he'd cursed in front of Kurt for the first time. He couldn't help but flash back in his mind to that hockey player who had broken his nose freshman year.
His parents had come to pick him up and take him to the hospital where they'd had to reset it which was singularly the most painful experience of Blaine's life at that point. Even though his Daddy had assured him it was okay to cry, Blaine had been embarrassed by the fact that he couldn't just suck it up and deal. Sam hadn't cried once when he broke his arm in the seventh grade after scaling a tree to retrieve Blaine's backpack from where it had been tossed by a pack of eighth graders. After tossing the bag down to Blaine, Sam started to climb down but ended up falling when a rotting branch gave out.
Mildly concussed and holding his broken arm, Sam had insisted upon walking Blaine home before promptly passing out on the Anderson-Berry's front porch as soon as he knew the smaller boy was safe. Blaine's Daddy had called an ambulance and rode with Sam to the hospital while Blaine and his Papa followed along behind. Sam had been so brave and Blaine had been so...not and he hated himself for it. Now faced with both thoughts of Sam and thoughts of his parents, Blaine hadn't heard Kurt say his name and jumped, whirling around when he felt the other boy's hand on his shoulder.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked again, his eyes wide.
Taking a deep breath, Blaine forced away the thoughts, actively upset that they'd gotten the better of him twice in one day now. And he'd been doing so well. "Sorry," he smiled brightly. "I was just trying to figure out what books I needed to bring home for the weekend."
Kurt eyed him suspiciously but eventually seemed to accept that response. "Don't forget your French book," he said, trying to be helpful. "Of course you'll probably finish the homework in like, two seconds," he added, giving Blaine a look of jealousy.
"Is that your way of asking for help with French, Red?" Blaine grinned, loading his bag with the necessary books. "I do my homework on Sunday afternoons. You're welcome to join me."
"Help? Please. Just because I'm not as fast as you doesn't mean I can't do it. I was the best in the class until you came along, I'll have you know."
"A little bitter, are we?" Blaine closed his locker, spinning the lock to make sure it was in place.
Kurt arched an eyebrow before turning to continue down the hall to head for his own locker. "So," he said, not even bothering to turn around and see if Blaine was following. "Where do you want to do homework? The Lima Bean has free wi-fi," he suggested.
"Oh, so you don't want to come over to my house, then?" Blaine asked from his position right behind Kurt. He'd been planning on inviting Kurt to his aunt's place, certain she would invite his new friend to stay for dinner.
Kurt just laughed a little. "What kind of guy would that make me, going over to a strange boy's house who I haven't even known for a week?"
That made Blaine chuckle a little in spite of himself. "You're something else, Red," he said as they approached Kurt's locker. "Why did you invite me over to your place if you won't come to mine?"
"Because," Kurt said, fiddling with his locker until he got the combination right. "My dad gets home at five. If you wanted to do anything untoward, you wouldn't have much time."
Blaine laughed again. "I think you've severely underestimated me, Red," he stepped closer to peek into Kurt's locker as the other boy swung the door open. The inside was papered with cut outs from fashion magazines along with a photo from what looked to be his father's wedding.
"Oh, I have, have I?" Kurt replied as he grabbed his French book.
"Mhm," Blaine affirmed. "I could do all sorts of untoward things in the hour we're alone," he teased with a wiggle of the eyebrows.
"Blaine Anderson-Berry, I am seriously starting to regret inviting you to come over," Kurt sighed, clearly doing his best to act completely unamused with the situation at hand.
"Oh, you are not," Blaine replied, biting his lower lip to keep from smiling too much. "You are totally pleased at the fact that not only you invited me but that I accepted. Who else would willingly choose to sit through a Kurt Hummel fashion extravaganza?" Kurt had just confided in Blaine the other day that he was used to having to reply on the opinions of his Tumblr friends when it came to outfits and the like.
"I've made my dad do it before and he'd do it again," Kurt countered before selecting another book and shutting his locker door.
"I'm sure," Blaine said. "But you wouldn't have half as much fun or be provided with my expert fashion knowledge," he added.
"Expert fashion knowledge?" Kurt replied, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "Is that what you call...this?" He waved a hand in the general direction of Blaine's ensemble before letting it come to rest at his side where he pointed at Blaine's ankles, bare due to lack of socks and the fact that his pants hit just above them. "I wasn't aware clam-digging was a viable hobby for Ohioans."
Blaine brought a hand to his chest, unable to keep from laughing even as he fought to appear properly offended. "You're asking for it, Red," he said as they headed out to the parking lot.
"Asking for what, exactly?" Kurt questioned with a cock of his head.
"All sorts of untoward things," Blaine grinned, quickly moving ahead of him to open up the door.
"Riiiight," Kurt nodded, digging into the front flap of his messenger bag for his Prada sunglasses. "The boy currently holding the door for me in a most gentlemanly fashion is going to do something untoward," he scoffed.
"Don't underestimate me, Red," said Blaine as they walked across the parking lot toward Kurt's Navigator. "It would be the first in a long series of mistakes."
"Get in the car, Blaine," Kurt sighed, smiling a little anyway as he unlocked the doors and slid into the driver's seat.
Blaine did as he was told for the time being. Opening up the passenger side door, he set his bag on the floorboard and climbed in, making sure to buckle up. "Sweet ride," he said, leaning over to poke Kurt in the upper arm. "How come you were walking home earlier in the week if you have such a great car at your disposal?"
"That," Kurt groaned, "is a really long story."
"Yeah?" Blaine asked, intrigued.
"Suffice to say, you should make it a point to tell all girls you hang out with that you're definitely gay. I hung out with a girl from my English class over the weekend and it wasn't until after the fact that I realized she thought it was a date," Kurt explained.
"And that has what to do with your car, exactly?" Blaine asked as Kurt headed out of the parking lot.
Kurt huffed out a little sigh, glancing at Blaine from behind his sunglasses. "I'm getting to that, Mr Impatient. When I told her we weren't on a date, she threw a rock through my windshield."
"Seriously?" Blaine asked, jaw agape.
"Yeah, and then when I told her I was gay, she kicked me in the shin and stormed off. My baby was busy getting her front window replace on Monday," Kurt fondly stroked the steering wheel.
"Your baby?" Blaine repeated, arching a thick eyebrow. "I didn't know you were one of those types, Red."
"One of what types exactly, Blaine?" Kurt cast a sidelong glance at him as he drove. "The kind that cares about cars? You probably think I live in a bedroom decorated with sparkles and glitter where I do nothing but give myself manicures and listen to Judy Garland records."
Blaine's eyes went wide and he worried for a second that he'd offended Kurt but as he rushed to try and explain his comment, he finally realized Kurt was just giving him a hard time as usual. "No...I just meant I didn't figure you were one of those guys who called their car their baby," he clarified.
"I can't really help it," said Kurt. "My dad drives a '69 Chevy and he's been calling it his baby my whole life."
"So your old man's a car guy?" Blaine asked.
"The car guy," Kurt replied, looking at Blaine as they came to a stop at a red light. "The shop is down on Main. Hummel Tire and Lube? That's us."
"Hummel Tire and Lube?" Blaine repeated, a smirk curling up at the corners of his mouth when he said the word 'lube.'
Kurt huffed, switching his foot from the brake to the gas as the light turned green. "I swear to God, Anderson-Berry. You're like a twelve year old."
"Oh, come on," Blaine laughed. "Thirteen at least."
"More like eleven," Kurt said. "I was trying to be nice."
Sliding a hand across the center console, Blaine poked Kurt in the thigh, not at all surprised to find lean muscle there beneath his tight jeans. "I warned you, Red. You're asking for it."
"Oh please, someone help," Kurt deadpanned, as he threw the back of a hand against his forehead in mock dismay as he kept the other one firmly on the steering wheel. "Captain Dapperson thinks he's going to do something untoward."
Any semblance of threatening on Blaine's face was wiped away the second Kurt said that. "Oh my God," he laughed. "Did you just nickname me?"
"Fair's fair, Blaine," Kurt replied, reaching over to poke at Blaine's neck. "I refuse to feel legitimately threatened by a boy in a bow-tie."
"I'm not a boy! I'm a man," Blaine protested before stopping to think.
That made Kurt laugh a little. "I happen to know you're seventeen, Dapperson. I hate to break it to you, but you've got a year left to go."
Blaine bit his lip, wondering why on earth his heart had started to pound in his chest that way. "Guess so," he managed, turning to look out the window as he attempted to get a hold of himself.
All he could think about was his sixteenth birthday and how his dads had led him through the official ceremony of becoming a man that they themselves had also participated in on their own sixteenth birthdays. Biting down harder on his lip, Blaine realized that he wanted nothing more than to tell Kurt about the ceremony, about his dads, and what had happened when the moon came out that night, the same thing that still happened during each and every full moon, not to mention sometimes in between.
"Blaine?" Kurt's voice startled him out of his reverie. "I said we're here."