Bully Beatdown 5/?
Title: Bully Beatdown Fill (I suck at names, so it's not actually named.)
Rating: The entire series is rated NC-17. This part contains some parts which are rated NC-17, though most of it is PG-13.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 5,023
Warnings: AU, Rough Sex, Rimming, Non-Sexual Violence. In this chapter: breif mentioning of toys and being vocal in bed.
Summary: For this prompt on the Glee Kink Meme. Finn calls the show 'Bully Beatdown' to help with Kurt's bullying. They send Blaine Anderson, the one openly gay MMA fighter, to help him. 'Bully Beatdown' style.
Note: Finally done! I'm going to try updating every one or two weeks, hopefully I'll succeed. I will probably update on Wednesday or Thursday. Now, this chapter has a little bit of NC-17 rated material, as well as a healthy dose of Jerk!Mr. Schuester (you can tell I'm not a huge fan of him from this. I hope you'll enjoy!
Wednesday
It was close to noon when Kurt went down the stairs and into the kitchen, dressed meticulously from head to toe with his hair coiffed into perfection. He decided to actually take advantage of the week he had away from school to catch some more hours of sleep. The fact that he was up until late each night, his mind too occupied with thoughts of Blaine to actually go to sleep at a reasonable hour, helped him reach that decision.
Carole wished him a good morning the moment he stepped into the room, offering him a sweet smile when he started making himself a cup of coffee, offering her some as well. She had a couple of hours until her late shift started at work, which resulted in her sleeping in too.
Kurt opened the refrigerator, planning on making himself a small salad for breakfast and to pack something bigger for lunch. However, the refrigerator has been noticeably less filled compared to the night before. The brunet frowned; his dad and Carole would barely be able to eat that huge amount of food for breakfast. His dad wouldn't be able to keep it down, that's why he ate only a light meal every morning.
As if reading his mind, Carole soon explained the missing food. "Finn ate a lot more than I thought he would today. I was planning to visit the grocery store before my shift starts. Anything special you want, dear?"
"No thanks, Carole. Finn already left?" He asked, the confusion apparent on his face as he continued frowning.
"He was finishing up his breakfast when I went down two hour ago. I never thought someone could eat such a large meal, not even Finn," she joked, chuckling to herself before getting back to the newspaper which was laid down before her.
He nodded slightly, even though she wasn't looking at him anymore. He remembered that today was when his friends were allowed to visit Blaine while he trained. He also knew the guys were really excited about it. He just didn't expect Finn to be so excited he actually woke up before Kurt did. He was positive the teen would still be dead asleep by the time Kurt left the house.
If Finn already left the house two hours ago, it meant the rest of the guys and he had already spent almost three hours with Blaine. The thought managed to stress Kurt a little. What if they talked about him? What if they told Blaine some embarrassing details about him? They could be talking about absolutely anything right now.
Thankful that he hadn't started cutting already, Kurt quickly returned all the vegetables into the refrigerator. He was too nervous to eat after all of those concerning thoughts. All he wanted to do was to get as fast as he could to the gym and to fix whatever damage the guys had done before the girls arrived to add to that list.
He wished Carole a good day, before quickly grabbing his satchel and running out of the house. He spent the whole way practically taunting the police to stop him, his speed way over the approved limit. He would lecture himself later about it; right now he just wanted to listen to the thought which said 'Faster! Go faster!'
When he reached the gym and stepped out of his car, he decided he was being ridiculous. The guys were practically squealing about the subject since Blaine got to town; they would probably use this opportunity to ask questions about his career and the matches he has won, not tell him silly stories about Kurt. He should be fine. He forced himself to relax, making sure there were no more frowns or wrinkles on his face before he stepped into the building.
He remembered the way to Blaine's training room by heart already, so it didn't take him long to reach the double doors. Before he could even open the door, he heard a distinctive laughter, obviously Blaine's laugh, which was then followed by several shouts. Before he could let his nerves take over him a second time, he opened the door and walked into the room.
The five teens and one adult were standing in a circle. Blaine was obviously laughing uncontrollably, his head thrown back so far Kurt was afraid he was going to hurt himself. On the other hand, Sam and Finn looked absolutely outraged for some reason unknown to Kurt as they shouted at each other. The show's trainer was standing a few feet from them, his arms crossed and one foot tapping impatiently against the floor. He was obviously annoyed by Blaine's slacking as he talked to the group of teens. No one spared a look at Kurt when he walked in. In fact, he wasn't sure if they even heard him.
"Dude, of course Superman is better than Batman! I mean, Superman is an alien from Krypton who was born with super powers, while Batman just learnt martial arts and got some technology from a worker in his company!" Finn argued, looking as if that information was completely obvious to anyone on the planet.
Sam rolled his eyes. "It takes a true hero to train years before becoming a superhero, being born one is so much easier! That obviously gives Batman the advantage. And what do you mean, 'he got some technology from a worker in his company'? Who the hell do you think invented Batman's gadgets, exactly?" He tried to keep his voice leveled, but at the same time he sounded absolutely enraged.
"Morgan Freeman!" Finn announced. Letting out a sound of frustration, Sam hit his own forehead so hard, the sound bounced off the walls and filled the entire room. Blaine started laughing again, his hand pressing against his belly as if he was going to explode any second now.
"Well, Superman vs. Batman was obviously too hard to decide in a civil manner," Artie decided with a sigh. "How about some Marvel: Iron Man vs. Captain America!"
"Iron Man wins this hands down," Blaine exclaimed, looking quite serious for someone who has been literally laughing his ass off only a second ago. The rest of the guys raised a brow, asking him to explain. "Well, Steve Rogers received a superhuman body because of his heart and spirit, which is a nice value to tell your kids, but it doesn't change the fact that the status of being a superhero was given to him. Tony Stark, however, built his suit and invented that technology all by himself because he's a frickin' genius with millions of dollars at his side. And his suit looks much better than Captain America's shield."
No one managed to say a single word before Kurt finally spoke up. "You're talking about comic books," he stated the obvious, sounding a little shocked.
All heads whipped to look at the intruder who intervened in their argument. "Kurt," Blaine called his name in slight shock, a huge smile growing on his face. He took a couple of steps forward before stopping and sending a quick glance over his shoulder and towards the group of boys behind him. Their presence seemed to make him hesitate, which resulted in him omitting the hug he planned on giving the other boy.
"Not exactly. We're actually discussing which superhero is the best," Artie explained, overlooking the fighter's sudden hesitant behavior. "We've actually been here for a couple of hours now, and we still barely reached one decision."
"And I'm starving. Let's go to breadsticks!" Puck exclaimed. He was halfway to the door by the time he finished the sentence. Finn was hot on his hills, yelling out 'Goodbye' to Blaine. The guys took off after that, each tempted by the thought of food, until only Blaine and Kurt were left in the room. Them and the trainer, who exploited that opportunity to push Blaine towards the punching bag and give him a pair of gloves.
Blaine immediately started his workout, the trainer holding the bag as steady as he could as Blaine started punching harder and harder.
Kurt slowly sauntered his way towards the two. "So, you've been talking about comic books all that time?" He asked, trying to sound nonchalant as he made sure that Blaine knew nothing new and embarrassing about him.
"Comic books, video games, football, that kind of stuff. It made me feel seventeen again," he responded, not slowing down the rhythm of his hits. "I actually wanted to ask you a couple of questions, though. You don't have to answer, I'm just being curious. When you came out, how did people react? Your parents, the school, your friends…"
Before Kurt could answer, the trainer sent each of them a glare. "Less talking, more punching, Blaine! Or do you want a teenage bully to hand you your ass on Friday?" He seemed pissed off every time Kurt visited and conversed with Blaine, and he finally reached his breaking point.
The brunet's eyes widened in shock. "Did that happen?"
"One time during the first season of the show, some bully took the entire ten grand the show offered. If he keeps this up, maybe Blaine will make it happen again!"
Kurt's eyes traveled from the trainer to Blaine. The fighter constantly seemed confident in his win against Karofsky. However, after that comment, he quieted down and focused his attention on the punching bag.
'Should I be nervous?' Kurt couldn't help but think. Trying to distract himself for the creeping doubt, he focused on answering Blaine's question.
"I was really nervous about coming out to my dad. My mom died when I was eight years old, so he's all I have. I even joined the football team as the kicker when I tried to hide it. Eventually, I just told him. He just told me how he had his suspicions since I was young, and that he was going to love me no matter what," Kurt smiled at the memory. He was frightened at the time, but now it was a fond memory to him.
"I'm sorry about your mom," Blaine said quickly. It won him another glare from the trainer, but he wasn't sorry, he just had to tell Kurt that.
"Thank you," he smiled, though Blaine couldn't see. "My friends in Glee club took it quite well, though I had an incident with Finn once. But now they really don't look at me differently, and they try to help me as much as they can. The bullies, though, just took it as an invitation. I mean, being in the closet didn't stop them from calling me names before that, but coming out just encouraged them. And the teachers continued to not care about the bullying. Mr. Schuster, the teacher in charge of Glee club, thinks that asking if I'm okay is all the support I need to get through it. It seems as if he's trying, but he doesn't have a clue about what's really going on and besides bonding with the football team, he hadn't tried to make things better for any of us."
Upon the end of his little speech, Kurt took in a deep breath. Without Blaine replying, he just felt as if he had been ranting uncontrollably. Silence settled between them when he finished talking. The only sounds in the room were the sound of gloves hitting the punching bag and Blaine's pants as he quickened his pace.
"Hey Joe, how about you go grab yourself some lunch? I can handle things by myself for an hour, even more," Blaine offered the trainer after the punching exercise.
Joe seemed to consider the idea before he gave in with a sigh. "Use the treadmill while I'm gone," he instructed. When Blaine nodded, he grabbed his bag and left the room.
"Finally…" Kurt muttered under his breath, grinning when Blaine turned to him with a smile.
"Sorry about him," he said. "He seems to always be on edge, and I really want to win this fight for you. He won't be here tomorrow, so I'm going to dictate my own workout then."
'For you' the words echoed in his head, making his grin grow wider. "Well, at least now we have a chance to talk."
Blaine nodded enthusiastically, his loose curls fluttering with the movement. Coupled with his adorable smile and bright eyes, he looked identical to an overly excited puppy. Kurt couldn't help but chuckle at the comparison.
"I think it's great that your father is so supportive," he continued the conversation they had before, ignoring the huge pause. "It's good to have someone at home you can rely on. Support is important in this situation."
"I'm lucky to have him," Kurt agreed. "I was terrified when a few months ago, he-"
He was disturbed by the sound of a door crashing against the wall. "Surprise!" Someone yelled, sounding extremely proud of himself. Kurt turned to face the newcomer, only to gape in shock at who was waiting there.
'Oh, no.'
"Kurt, we came out to check your new boy toy!" Santana called out again, a smirk very apparent on her lips. Brittany was standing close to her side, bouncing in her place with absolute giddiness. Rachel stood behind her, Tina and Mercedes at her side. They all sent him big smiles when they saw his close to a confused Blaine.
'Oh, god, no.'
"Could you… I just… Please?" It was the closest Kurt could come to a coherent sentence as he turned around to face the fighter again.
Blaine still wasn't sure what was going on, but he nodded anyway. "I'll be on the treadmill," he told him. He stood up and shucked his shirt off, then threw it on the floor next to his bag.
Fighting with himself, Kurt finally managed to tear his eyes off Blaine's toned and muscled back, instead making his way towards the group of girls by the door. He heard Santana say 'Wanky!' as she fanned herself lazily, her eyes trailing leisurely over Blaine's body.
Not able to restrain his jealousy at the act, Kurt lashed out. "What the hell are you all doing here?" He hissed at them.
"Relax, princess," Santana rolled her eyes at him, "I called them here."
"We just want to check and see if he deserves you, Kurt," Rachel added. "I will personally find out if he may try and take over your spotlight once you're famous, and if he can handle the crazed fans that will come after you."
He rolled his eyes at her. "He's a mixed martial arts fighter, Rachel, not a Broadway star," he exclaimed. She wasn't paying attention to him anymore, though. Instead, she started writing down questions on a small notebook she brought with her.
"Just relax, boo. We'll try not to embarrass you." Mercedes told him, Tina quick to agree with her.
"I promise nothing," Santana said, once again making Kurt's blood boil. "Britt and I will be first," she decided by herself and dragged Brittany with her towards the treadmill.
Blaine sent them both questioning looks as they neared him. He sped through the warm up and went to running quickly after only a matter of a minute or two.
The two girls greeted him with seductive grins before they introduced themselves as Kurt's friends, Santana and Brittany. "First of all, are you sure you're gay?" The Latina girl, Santana, asked.
He nodded without any hesitation. "One-hundred percent gay," he told them with a proud smile.
It didn’t seem to put an end to the flirting. "Well, we're really good," Santana continued on. "We could probably convert you, if you would give us the chance."
"San, no!" The blonde, Brittany, exclaimed. She tugged at the other girl's arm, wrapping it around her waist. "He belongs to Kurtie." Blaine decided he liked the girl.
Santana sighed. "Fine, but we haven't had a threesome in a while now."
"We can always invite both him and Kurtie to a foursome. It would be totally hot to watch them make out," Brittany suggested.
"I bet Hummel is a screamer," Santana added with a mischievous smirk. The comment made Blaine lose his footing and stumble slightly before he caught himself. It didn't go unnoticed by the two girls. "I think muscle boy here likes that thought," she added, her smirk growing.
"Can you even get turned on while you're running?" Brittany asked innocently.
"You girls wanted something else?" Blaine decided to cut off their chit chat before he got a really awkward erection right before them. He was a goner if the thought of Kurt screaming out his name while he came stuck in his head for any longer.
"Yes, how big is your junk?" Santana asked bluntly, causing Blaine to almost crash into the machine once more. "Hummel may be a virginal prude, but I still refuse to approve him a man that can't sexually please him."
"I-I wont answer that!" Blaine answered quickly. He chanced a glance at Kurt over the girls' shoulders. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like he could hear their discussion. Blaine only hoped that he wouldn't guess the questions from the prominent blush on Blaine's cheeks.
Santana sighed. "Look, you're obviously extremely hot, and I would very much enjoy getting busy with you, but you're making this tough on me."
Brittany kissed her cheek softly, offering her some comfort. "If he can't please Kurt, I'll just buy Kurtie some dildos for his next birthday. That would solve the problem." The blonde smiled brightly when the idea made the other grin.
Blaine had to fight desperately against the image. Kurt lying on a bed, pumping a thick, purple-colored dildo into his tight hole as he kept moaning Blaine's name, imagining it was him fucking him into the mattress, until his came with a shout and painted his stomach with strikes of come. The fighter sped up the machine as he tried to distract himself from the battle he was losing.
"Okay, fine. You're lucky Britt is so smart, Blushy McNervousPants," Santana agreed, sparing him a quick smile. Brittany gave her another kiss on the cheek, smiling brightly at her decision.
After a short while, the blonde took a small step forward. "It's my turn to question you," she sang lightly. "First question: what do Unicorns eat?"
He stared at her for a long while. Was she actually serious? The other girl seemed completely serious, which meant he actually had to answer that. "Uh… Rainbows?"
"Good!" She clapped happily. "Second question: what is a Unicorn without a horn?"
"…A horse?" He guessed. What the hell was going on in that girl's head?
"Right again! Now, do you promise to never let Kurt lose his horn, and to treat him like the good Dolphin he is?"
He couldn't take it anymore; he looked at Santana, begging her silently to translate the question. "She means, do you promise to take care of Kurt and make him happy?"
A huge smile took over his face, stretching from ear to ear, as he finally understood. "I promise. I would never want to hurt him."
"Aw, you'll be absolutely adorable together! I approve!" Brittany called out, clapping her hands merrily. Santana spared him a smile as well, before the two girls went back to Kurt.
Blaine took that as a chance to slow down a little. He downed a third of his water bottle, suddenly realizing how dry his throat was. When he finished drinking, a short brunette was waiting for his attention.
"Hello, my name is Rachel Berry. I recommend that you remember the name for the privilege of saying that you talked to me once. It would be a great honor once I'm a universal star," she introduced herself, talking rapidly without a single stop to take a breath. "Now, I have a couple of questions for you which will decide your future with Kurt.
"One, how do you feel about dating a celebrity?"
"I… Well, I don't know," he said after a moment of though. "I never dated one."
"I'm taking that as an 'opposed to the idea'," she scribbled something down in her notepad, still smiling brightly. Blaine wasn't sure if he answered well or not.
"Two, do you have a tendency of stealing the focus?"
"Maybe? I don't know. There isn't much for a viewer to focus on during a fight," the fighter was baffled by the weird nature of the questions. Suddenly, he felt more nervous about passing her test than beating Karofsky on Friday. It was probably more difficult anyway.
Her smile twitched a little at that. "I'll write down 'yes'.
"Three, Barbara Streisand or Patty LuPone?"
Blaine yanked on the safety, letting the treadmill come to a stop. His head was already hurting from her strange inquiries; he couldn't think of an answer and run at the same time.
"Look, I don't know where you're going with these questions!" He told her harshly, erasing the smile off her face. "I already understood that you're here to decide if you should let Kurt get romantically involved with me. I can't see how Broadway has anything to do with it!"
Rachel just started at him, absolutely flabbergasted. He wasn't sure if it was because of his outburst, or because he knew Barbara Streisand and Patty LuPone had Broadway in common.
When she finally came out of her shock, she seemed to have difficulty keeping her expression polite and slightly friendly. "Fine, only one more question then. How would you describe a perfect, romantic date?"
That was definitely a different question. He could answer that.
"Well, I would probably pick him up for dinner. We would go to a popular, well-known restaurant, probably French. We would order wine, and have a conversation that would just flow during the entire night. We'd take a walk in Central Park, looking at the moon and talking quietly. I would probably blurt how beautiful he looks under the moon light, and he'd say I'm cheesy, yet smile anyway. Then he'd take my hand in his, because it's New York - there's nothing to be afraid of there.
"We would go to an apartment then, it wouldn't matter whose. We'd put on a romantic movie, but we wouldn't pay any attention to it. Instead, we'll just cuddle together and bask in the quietness of the night, murmuring softly to each other once in a while, kissing softly here and there. Finally, we would fall asleep in each other's arm."
Blaine was staring off into space as he lived the date he portrayed in his mind. He could just imagine that whole night, and how perfect it would be. And the man he'd dine with, tell he's beautiful under the moon light, kiss and hold while they ignore a movie and go to sleep? At that moment, the only one he could imagine to fit that role was Kurt.
Rachel stood silent before him. Her smile disappeared from her lips halfway through his description, but her eyes held something much gentler. Without another word, she walked away and back to the group of girls. She immediately threw her arms around Kurt's neck, squeezing him tightly in her hug. Even though the boy was utterly confused, he returned the gesture.
Still under the effect of his dream date, Blaine staggered slightly until he managed to reach a nearby bench. He sat there, moving his fingers through his curls in slight frustration. If he picked up the phone and told Wes or David all of the things he thought about Kurt and all the emotions he felt towards him, they would never believe that Blaine and Kurt only met three days ago. Was it even possible to fall so quickly for someone you barely knew?
"Blaine?" The question brought him out of his daze. He slowly raised his head, meeting the eyes of two girls. They seemed to be the last ones from Kurt's group of female friends. "I'm Mercedes and this is Tina. You must be exhausted after being interrogated by both Santana and Rachel," Mercedes offered him a smile which he quickly returned.
"We just want to tell you that we have no questions for you," Tina told him gently. "We can see how much happier you made Kurt during the last couple of days. He sure does smile more."
The thought of making Kurt smile sent butterflies through his body.
"Just make sure that you don't hurt him. You heard how much he suffered ever since he came out, and none of us want him to continue suffering. Now, if you do hurt him, I personally promise you that we will go after you. Fighter or not, you won't stand a chance against Santana's knives or Rachel's diva talk, and don't get me started on the shotgun that Mr. Hummel keeps in his house."
The minute the words 'shotgun' and 'Mr. Hummel' left Mercedes' lips, he knew that was some serious threat. It was one thing facing some teenagers, and another thing facing the parent of a heart-broken teenager.
"I wouldn't dream of hurting him," he promised them truthfully. They seemed pleased with that, and they returned to where Kurt waited. They exchanged several hugs, and then everyone was out of the door, leaving the two guys alone.
Kurt slowly made his way towards the bench Blaine was sitting on. "Please tell me they weren't too embarrassing or too crude," he begged, tugging nervously at his fingers.
Blaine let out a soft, affectionate laugh. "They were, um, interesting, I guess," he chuckled to himself. When Kurt stopped a foot away from the bench, the fighter stood up. "I should be the nervous one, seeing how I was under multiple interrogations."
They both laughed at that. It didn't make the tension leave the brunet's body. Blaine was just about to do something, maybe come closer or even hug him, when someone knocked on the door. Kurt jumped at that and quickly took several steps away from Blaine.
The door opened slightly, enough for Mr. Schuester to walk right in. He had a big smile on his face, similar to the one he wore when he came up with a great idea for Nationals. He tried to keep his gaze fixated on Kurt, though his eyes glanced at Blaine quite frequently.
"Kurt! I stopped by to see how you were doing!" He called out happily, giving the brunet a pat on the shoulder when he reached him.
Kurt seemed quite taken by surprise by his teacher's arrival. "Mr. Schue!" He exclaimed, but it seemed like he had nothing more to say.
"You're Kurt's teacher, right?" Blaine asked, pulling the attention towards him. "Kurt told me about you. I'm Blaine Anderson." He reached out his hand for a shake. His smile was almost sickeningly sweet and very uncharacteristic.
Mr. Schue didn't hesitate before he reached out and took Blaine's hand. "William Schuester. I'm a huge fan." Blaine's smile twitched slightly at that, though he masked it quickly.
"Well, Mr. Schuester, I actually have a question for you."
"Ask away!"
"What did you do when you heard Kurt was getting 'slushied' because of his sexual orientation?"
Blaine's smile was kept in place, while Mr. Schue's smile disappeared completely. His eyes widened slightly. "Um…" He started mumbling incoherently, but it didn't deter Blaine.
"And what did you do when you discovered Kurt was being pushed against the lockers quite frequently because he's gay?"
"I, um… Well…"
"Just as I thought." In an instant, the unfamiliar smile on Blaine's face was replaced with a serious expression, his eyebrows pulled into a frown as he tried to keep control over his temper. "The teachers' job is to educate and help kids through school. They're supposed to support and help in times of need, and to care for a student's well-being. Some teachers, teachers like you, who overlook bullying, are the reason for misguided teenagers. You're just half-assing your job. Now get out of here, I need to practice."
That was the final word. In three quick strides, Blaine was standing right in front of the punching bag. He didn't bother with the gloves, instead choosing to attack the bag with his bare knuckles. It definitely served to terrify the teacher into saying a quick goodbye and quickly leaving the room.
Even after the door was already shut, the fighter didn't stop. It made Kurt nervous.
Thinking quickly, he moved to stand behind Blaine and latched onto his arms. Blaine caught the bag before it could hit them, but he didn't resume his punching.
"You shouldn't do that for long, you may hurt your knuckles." Kurt whispered, still holding on. He only let go when Blaine let go of the bag, for the sake of taking Blaine's hands into his and checking his knuckles.
Blaine sighed. "I'm sorry. I just lost my temper and kind of exploded on him. I probably shouldn't have done that."
"Well, you didn't hit him, which was good. It was nice to hear someone tell him all of those things to his face." Kurt looked up from the other's knuckles to stare slightly at his face. "Thank you."
A tiny smile appeared on Blaine's face. "Let's just sit and talk until Joe gets back, okay?" Kurt nodded quickly, and they took a sit next to each other, sitting close.
They talked softly about everything that came to mind. When the trainer came back, Blaine gave Kurt a big grin before he resumed his work out. They didn't talk again until it was time for Kurt to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Kurt said, smiling at Blaine as he picked up his bag.
Blaine gave him a huge grin in response. "You better. Just so you know, I planned something special for tomorrow, just for us. So, wear something comfortable, okay?" Blaine asked, winking at him.
Kurt could actually feel the heat as it climbed up to his cheeks. "Sure," he breathed as a response. Blaine gave him a last smile before he turned back to his training.
Rating: The entire series is rated NC-17. This part contains some parts which are rated NC-17, though most of it is PG-13.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 5,023
Warnings: AU, Rough Sex, Rimming, Non-Sexual Violence. In this chapter: breif mentioning of toys and being vocal in bed.
Summary: For this prompt on the Glee Kink Meme. Finn calls the show 'Bully Beatdown' to help with Kurt's bullying. They send Blaine Anderson, the one openly gay MMA fighter, to help him. 'Bully Beatdown' style.
Note: Finally done! I'm going to try updating every one or two weeks, hopefully I'll succeed. I will probably update on Wednesday or Thursday. Now, this chapter has a little bit of NC-17 rated material, as well as a healthy dose of Jerk!Mr. Schuester (you can tell I'm not a huge fan of him from this. I hope you'll enjoy!
Wednesday
It was close to noon when Kurt went down the stairs and into the kitchen, dressed meticulously from head to toe with his hair coiffed into perfection. He decided to actually take advantage of the week he had away from school to catch some more hours of sleep. The fact that he was up until late each night, his mind too occupied with thoughts of Blaine to actually go to sleep at a reasonable hour, helped him reach that decision.
Carole wished him a good morning the moment he stepped into the room, offering him a sweet smile when he started making himself a cup of coffee, offering her some as well. She had a couple of hours until her late shift started at work, which resulted in her sleeping in too.
Kurt opened the refrigerator, planning on making himself a small salad for breakfast and to pack something bigger for lunch. However, the refrigerator has been noticeably less filled compared to the night before. The brunet frowned; his dad and Carole would barely be able to eat that huge amount of food for breakfast. His dad wouldn't be able to keep it down, that's why he ate only a light meal every morning.
As if reading his mind, Carole soon explained the missing food. "Finn ate a lot more than I thought he would today. I was planning to visit the grocery store before my shift starts. Anything special you want, dear?"
"No thanks, Carole. Finn already left?" He asked, the confusion apparent on his face as he continued frowning.
"He was finishing up his breakfast when I went down two hour ago. I never thought someone could eat such a large meal, not even Finn," she joked, chuckling to herself before getting back to the newspaper which was laid down before her.
He nodded slightly, even though she wasn't looking at him anymore. He remembered that today was when his friends were allowed to visit Blaine while he trained. He also knew the guys were really excited about it. He just didn't expect Finn to be so excited he actually woke up before Kurt did. He was positive the teen would still be dead asleep by the time Kurt left the house.
If Finn already left the house two hours ago, it meant the rest of the guys and he had already spent almost three hours with Blaine. The thought managed to stress Kurt a little. What if they talked about him? What if they told Blaine some embarrassing details about him? They could be talking about absolutely anything right now.
Thankful that he hadn't started cutting already, Kurt quickly returned all the vegetables into the refrigerator. He was too nervous to eat after all of those concerning thoughts. All he wanted to do was to get as fast as he could to the gym and to fix whatever damage the guys had done before the girls arrived to add to that list.
He wished Carole a good day, before quickly grabbing his satchel and running out of the house. He spent the whole way practically taunting the police to stop him, his speed way over the approved limit. He would lecture himself later about it; right now he just wanted to listen to the thought which said 'Faster! Go faster!'
When he reached the gym and stepped out of his car, he decided he was being ridiculous. The guys were practically squealing about the subject since Blaine got to town; they would probably use this opportunity to ask questions about his career and the matches he has won, not tell him silly stories about Kurt. He should be fine. He forced himself to relax, making sure there were no more frowns or wrinkles on his face before he stepped into the building.
He remembered the way to Blaine's training room by heart already, so it didn't take him long to reach the double doors. Before he could even open the door, he heard a distinctive laughter, obviously Blaine's laugh, which was then followed by several shouts. Before he could let his nerves take over him a second time, he opened the door and walked into the room.
The five teens and one adult were standing in a circle. Blaine was obviously laughing uncontrollably, his head thrown back so far Kurt was afraid he was going to hurt himself. On the other hand, Sam and Finn looked absolutely outraged for some reason unknown to Kurt as they shouted at each other. The show's trainer was standing a few feet from them, his arms crossed and one foot tapping impatiently against the floor. He was obviously annoyed by Blaine's slacking as he talked to the group of teens. No one spared a look at Kurt when he walked in. In fact, he wasn't sure if they even heard him.
"Dude, of course Superman is better than Batman! I mean, Superman is an alien from Krypton who was born with super powers, while Batman just learnt martial arts and got some technology from a worker in his company!" Finn argued, looking as if that information was completely obvious to anyone on the planet.
Sam rolled his eyes. "It takes a true hero to train years before becoming a superhero, being born one is so much easier! That obviously gives Batman the advantage. And what do you mean, 'he got some technology from a worker in his company'? Who the hell do you think invented Batman's gadgets, exactly?" He tried to keep his voice leveled, but at the same time he sounded absolutely enraged.
"Morgan Freeman!" Finn announced. Letting out a sound of frustration, Sam hit his own forehead so hard, the sound bounced off the walls and filled the entire room. Blaine started laughing again, his hand pressing against his belly as if he was going to explode any second now.
"Well, Superman vs. Batman was obviously too hard to decide in a civil manner," Artie decided with a sigh. "How about some Marvel: Iron Man vs. Captain America!"
"Iron Man wins this hands down," Blaine exclaimed, looking quite serious for someone who has been literally laughing his ass off only a second ago. The rest of the guys raised a brow, asking him to explain. "Well, Steve Rogers received a superhuman body because of his heart and spirit, which is a nice value to tell your kids, but it doesn't change the fact that the status of being a superhero was given to him. Tony Stark, however, built his suit and invented that technology all by himself because he's a frickin' genius with millions of dollars at his side. And his suit looks much better than Captain America's shield."
No one managed to say a single word before Kurt finally spoke up. "You're talking about comic books," he stated the obvious, sounding a little shocked.
All heads whipped to look at the intruder who intervened in their argument. "Kurt," Blaine called his name in slight shock, a huge smile growing on his face. He took a couple of steps forward before stopping and sending a quick glance over his shoulder and towards the group of boys behind him. Their presence seemed to make him hesitate, which resulted in him omitting the hug he planned on giving the other boy.
"Not exactly. We're actually discussing which superhero is the best," Artie explained, overlooking the fighter's sudden hesitant behavior. "We've actually been here for a couple of hours now, and we still barely reached one decision."
"And I'm starving. Let's go to breadsticks!" Puck exclaimed. He was halfway to the door by the time he finished the sentence. Finn was hot on his hills, yelling out 'Goodbye' to Blaine. The guys took off after that, each tempted by the thought of food, until only Blaine and Kurt were left in the room. Them and the trainer, who exploited that opportunity to push Blaine towards the punching bag and give him a pair of gloves.
Blaine immediately started his workout, the trainer holding the bag as steady as he could as Blaine started punching harder and harder.
Kurt slowly sauntered his way towards the two. "So, you've been talking about comic books all that time?" He asked, trying to sound nonchalant as he made sure that Blaine knew nothing new and embarrassing about him.
"Comic books, video games, football, that kind of stuff. It made me feel seventeen again," he responded, not slowing down the rhythm of his hits. "I actually wanted to ask you a couple of questions, though. You don't have to answer, I'm just being curious. When you came out, how did people react? Your parents, the school, your friends…"
Before Kurt could answer, the trainer sent each of them a glare. "Less talking, more punching, Blaine! Or do you want a teenage bully to hand you your ass on Friday?" He seemed pissed off every time Kurt visited and conversed with Blaine, and he finally reached his breaking point.
The brunet's eyes widened in shock. "Did that happen?"
"One time during the first season of the show, some bully took the entire ten grand the show offered. If he keeps this up, maybe Blaine will make it happen again!"
Kurt's eyes traveled from the trainer to Blaine. The fighter constantly seemed confident in his win against Karofsky. However, after that comment, he quieted down and focused his attention on the punching bag.
'Should I be nervous?' Kurt couldn't help but think. Trying to distract himself for the creeping doubt, he focused on answering Blaine's question.
"I was really nervous about coming out to my dad. My mom died when I was eight years old, so he's all I have. I even joined the football team as the kicker when I tried to hide it. Eventually, I just told him. He just told me how he had his suspicions since I was young, and that he was going to love me no matter what," Kurt smiled at the memory. He was frightened at the time, but now it was a fond memory to him.
"I'm sorry about your mom," Blaine said quickly. It won him another glare from the trainer, but he wasn't sorry, he just had to tell Kurt that.
"Thank you," he smiled, though Blaine couldn't see. "My friends in Glee club took it quite well, though I had an incident with Finn once. But now they really don't look at me differently, and they try to help me as much as they can. The bullies, though, just took it as an invitation. I mean, being in the closet didn't stop them from calling me names before that, but coming out just encouraged them. And the teachers continued to not care about the bullying. Mr. Schuster, the teacher in charge of Glee club, thinks that asking if I'm okay is all the support I need to get through it. It seems as if he's trying, but he doesn't have a clue about what's really going on and besides bonding with the football team, he hadn't tried to make things better for any of us."
Upon the end of his little speech, Kurt took in a deep breath. Without Blaine replying, he just felt as if he had been ranting uncontrollably. Silence settled between them when he finished talking. The only sounds in the room were the sound of gloves hitting the punching bag and Blaine's pants as he quickened his pace.
"Hey Joe, how about you go grab yourself some lunch? I can handle things by myself for an hour, even more," Blaine offered the trainer after the punching exercise.
Joe seemed to consider the idea before he gave in with a sigh. "Use the treadmill while I'm gone," he instructed. When Blaine nodded, he grabbed his bag and left the room.
"Finally…" Kurt muttered under his breath, grinning when Blaine turned to him with a smile.
"Sorry about him," he said. "He seems to always be on edge, and I really want to win this fight for you. He won't be here tomorrow, so I'm going to dictate my own workout then."
'For you' the words echoed in his head, making his grin grow wider. "Well, at least now we have a chance to talk."
Blaine nodded enthusiastically, his loose curls fluttering with the movement. Coupled with his adorable smile and bright eyes, he looked identical to an overly excited puppy. Kurt couldn't help but chuckle at the comparison.
"I think it's great that your father is so supportive," he continued the conversation they had before, ignoring the huge pause. "It's good to have someone at home you can rely on. Support is important in this situation."
"I'm lucky to have him," Kurt agreed. "I was terrified when a few months ago, he-"
He was disturbed by the sound of a door crashing against the wall. "Surprise!" Someone yelled, sounding extremely proud of himself. Kurt turned to face the newcomer, only to gape in shock at who was waiting there.
'Oh, no.'
"Kurt, we came out to check your new boy toy!" Santana called out again, a smirk very apparent on her lips. Brittany was standing close to her side, bouncing in her place with absolute giddiness. Rachel stood behind her, Tina and Mercedes at her side. They all sent him big smiles when they saw his close to a confused Blaine.
'Oh, god, no.'
"Could you… I just… Please?" It was the closest Kurt could come to a coherent sentence as he turned around to face the fighter again.
Blaine still wasn't sure what was going on, but he nodded anyway. "I'll be on the treadmill," he told him. He stood up and shucked his shirt off, then threw it on the floor next to his bag.
Fighting with himself, Kurt finally managed to tear his eyes off Blaine's toned and muscled back, instead making his way towards the group of girls by the door. He heard Santana say 'Wanky!' as she fanned herself lazily, her eyes trailing leisurely over Blaine's body.
Not able to restrain his jealousy at the act, Kurt lashed out. "What the hell are you all doing here?" He hissed at them.
"Relax, princess," Santana rolled her eyes at him, "I called them here."
"We just want to check and see if he deserves you, Kurt," Rachel added. "I will personally find out if he may try and take over your spotlight once you're famous, and if he can handle the crazed fans that will come after you."
He rolled his eyes at her. "He's a mixed martial arts fighter, Rachel, not a Broadway star," he exclaimed. She wasn't paying attention to him anymore, though. Instead, she started writing down questions on a small notebook she brought with her.
"Just relax, boo. We'll try not to embarrass you." Mercedes told him, Tina quick to agree with her.
"I promise nothing," Santana said, once again making Kurt's blood boil. "Britt and I will be first," she decided by herself and dragged Brittany with her towards the treadmill.
Blaine sent them both questioning looks as they neared him. He sped through the warm up and went to running quickly after only a matter of a minute or two.
The two girls greeted him with seductive grins before they introduced themselves as Kurt's friends, Santana and Brittany. "First of all, are you sure you're gay?" The Latina girl, Santana, asked.
He nodded without any hesitation. "One-hundred percent gay," he told them with a proud smile.
It didn’t seem to put an end to the flirting. "Well, we're really good," Santana continued on. "We could probably convert you, if you would give us the chance."
"San, no!" The blonde, Brittany, exclaimed. She tugged at the other girl's arm, wrapping it around her waist. "He belongs to Kurtie." Blaine decided he liked the girl.
Santana sighed. "Fine, but we haven't had a threesome in a while now."
"We can always invite both him and Kurtie to a foursome. It would be totally hot to watch them make out," Brittany suggested.
"I bet Hummel is a screamer," Santana added with a mischievous smirk. The comment made Blaine lose his footing and stumble slightly before he caught himself. It didn't go unnoticed by the two girls. "I think muscle boy here likes that thought," she added, her smirk growing.
"Can you even get turned on while you're running?" Brittany asked innocently.
"You girls wanted something else?" Blaine decided to cut off their chit chat before he got a really awkward erection right before them. He was a goner if the thought of Kurt screaming out his name while he came stuck in his head for any longer.
"Yes, how big is your junk?" Santana asked bluntly, causing Blaine to almost crash into the machine once more. "Hummel may be a virginal prude, but I still refuse to approve him a man that can't sexually please him."
"I-I wont answer that!" Blaine answered quickly. He chanced a glance at Kurt over the girls' shoulders. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like he could hear their discussion. Blaine only hoped that he wouldn't guess the questions from the prominent blush on Blaine's cheeks.
Santana sighed. "Look, you're obviously extremely hot, and I would very much enjoy getting busy with you, but you're making this tough on me."
Brittany kissed her cheek softly, offering her some comfort. "If he can't please Kurt, I'll just buy Kurtie some dildos for his next birthday. That would solve the problem." The blonde smiled brightly when the idea made the other grin.
Blaine had to fight desperately against the image. Kurt lying on a bed, pumping a thick, purple-colored dildo into his tight hole as he kept moaning Blaine's name, imagining it was him fucking him into the mattress, until his came with a shout and painted his stomach with strikes of come. The fighter sped up the machine as he tried to distract himself from the battle he was losing.
"Okay, fine. You're lucky Britt is so smart, Blushy McNervousPants," Santana agreed, sparing him a quick smile. Brittany gave her another kiss on the cheek, smiling brightly at her decision.
After a short while, the blonde took a small step forward. "It's my turn to question you," she sang lightly. "First question: what do Unicorns eat?"
He stared at her for a long while. Was she actually serious? The other girl seemed completely serious, which meant he actually had to answer that. "Uh… Rainbows?"
"Good!" She clapped happily. "Second question: what is a Unicorn without a horn?"
"…A horse?" He guessed. What the hell was going on in that girl's head?
"Right again! Now, do you promise to never let Kurt lose his horn, and to treat him like the good Dolphin he is?"
He couldn't take it anymore; he looked at Santana, begging her silently to translate the question. "She means, do you promise to take care of Kurt and make him happy?"
A huge smile took over his face, stretching from ear to ear, as he finally understood. "I promise. I would never want to hurt him."
"Aw, you'll be absolutely adorable together! I approve!" Brittany called out, clapping her hands merrily. Santana spared him a smile as well, before the two girls went back to Kurt.
Blaine took that as a chance to slow down a little. He downed a third of his water bottle, suddenly realizing how dry his throat was. When he finished drinking, a short brunette was waiting for his attention.
"Hello, my name is Rachel Berry. I recommend that you remember the name for the privilege of saying that you talked to me once. It would be a great honor once I'm a universal star," she introduced herself, talking rapidly without a single stop to take a breath. "Now, I have a couple of questions for you which will decide your future with Kurt.
"One, how do you feel about dating a celebrity?"
"I… Well, I don't know," he said after a moment of though. "I never dated one."
"I'm taking that as an 'opposed to the idea'," she scribbled something down in her notepad, still smiling brightly. Blaine wasn't sure if he answered well or not.
"Two, do you have a tendency of stealing the focus?"
"Maybe? I don't know. There isn't much for a viewer to focus on during a fight," the fighter was baffled by the weird nature of the questions. Suddenly, he felt more nervous about passing her test than beating Karofsky on Friday. It was probably more difficult anyway.
Her smile twitched a little at that. "I'll write down 'yes'.
"Three, Barbara Streisand or Patty LuPone?"
Blaine yanked on the safety, letting the treadmill come to a stop. His head was already hurting from her strange inquiries; he couldn't think of an answer and run at the same time.
"Look, I don't know where you're going with these questions!" He told her harshly, erasing the smile off her face. "I already understood that you're here to decide if you should let Kurt get romantically involved with me. I can't see how Broadway has anything to do with it!"
Rachel just started at him, absolutely flabbergasted. He wasn't sure if it was because of his outburst, or because he knew Barbara Streisand and Patty LuPone had Broadway in common.
When she finally came out of her shock, she seemed to have difficulty keeping her expression polite and slightly friendly. "Fine, only one more question then. How would you describe a perfect, romantic date?"
That was definitely a different question. He could answer that.
"Well, I would probably pick him up for dinner. We would go to a popular, well-known restaurant, probably French. We would order wine, and have a conversation that would just flow during the entire night. We'd take a walk in Central Park, looking at the moon and talking quietly. I would probably blurt how beautiful he looks under the moon light, and he'd say I'm cheesy, yet smile anyway. Then he'd take my hand in his, because it's New York - there's nothing to be afraid of there.
"We would go to an apartment then, it wouldn't matter whose. We'd put on a romantic movie, but we wouldn't pay any attention to it. Instead, we'll just cuddle together and bask in the quietness of the night, murmuring softly to each other once in a while, kissing softly here and there. Finally, we would fall asleep in each other's arm."
Blaine was staring off into space as he lived the date he portrayed in his mind. He could just imagine that whole night, and how perfect it would be. And the man he'd dine with, tell he's beautiful under the moon light, kiss and hold while they ignore a movie and go to sleep? At that moment, the only one he could imagine to fit that role was Kurt.
Rachel stood silent before him. Her smile disappeared from her lips halfway through his description, but her eyes held something much gentler. Without another word, she walked away and back to the group of girls. She immediately threw her arms around Kurt's neck, squeezing him tightly in her hug. Even though the boy was utterly confused, he returned the gesture.
Still under the effect of his dream date, Blaine staggered slightly until he managed to reach a nearby bench. He sat there, moving his fingers through his curls in slight frustration. If he picked up the phone and told Wes or David all of the things he thought about Kurt and all the emotions he felt towards him, they would never believe that Blaine and Kurt only met three days ago. Was it even possible to fall so quickly for someone you barely knew?
"Blaine?" The question brought him out of his daze. He slowly raised his head, meeting the eyes of two girls. They seemed to be the last ones from Kurt's group of female friends. "I'm Mercedes and this is Tina. You must be exhausted after being interrogated by both Santana and Rachel," Mercedes offered him a smile which he quickly returned.
"We just want to tell you that we have no questions for you," Tina told him gently. "We can see how much happier you made Kurt during the last couple of days. He sure does smile more."
The thought of making Kurt smile sent butterflies through his body.
"Just make sure that you don't hurt him. You heard how much he suffered ever since he came out, and none of us want him to continue suffering. Now, if you do hurt him, I personally promise you that we will go after you. Fighter or not, you won't stand a chance against Santana's knives or Rachel's diva talk, and don't get me started on the shotgun that Mr. Hummel keeps in his house."
The minute the words 'shotgun' and 'Mr. Hummel' left Mercedes' lips, he knew that was some serious threat. It was one thing facing some teenagers, and another thing facing the parent of a heart-broken teenager.
"I wouldn't dream of hurting him," he promised them truthfully. They seemed pleased with that, and they returned to where Kurt waited. They exchanged several hugs, and then everyone was out of the door, leaving the two guys alone.
Kurt slowly made his way towards the bench Blaine was sitting on. "Please tell me they weren't too embarrassing or too crude," he begged, tugging nervously at his fingers.
Blaine let out a soft, affectionate laugh. "They were, um, interesting, I guess," he chuckled to himself. When Kurt stopped a foot away from the bench, the fighter stood up. "I should be the nervous one, seeing how I was under multiple interrogations."
They both laughed at that. It didn't make the tension leave the brunet's body. Blaine was just about to do something, maybe come closer or even hug him, when someone knocked on the door. Kurt jumped at that and quickly took several steps away from Blaine.
The door opened slightly, enough for Mr. Schuester to walk right in. He had a big smile on his face, similar to the one he wore when he came up with a great idea for Nationals. He tried to keep his gaze fixated on Kurt, though his eyes glanced at Blaine quite frequently.
"Kurt! I stopped by to see how you were doing!" He called out happily, giving the brunet a pat on the shoulder when he reached him.
Kurt seemed quite taken by surprise by his teacher's arrival. "Mr. Schue!" He exclaimed, but it seemed like he had nothing more to say.
"You're Kurt's teacher, right?" Blaine asked, pulling the attention towards him. "Kurt told me about you. I'm Blaine Anderson." He reached out his hand for a shake. His smile was almost sickeningly sweet and very uncharacteristic.
Mr. Schue didn't hesitate before he reached out and took Blaine's hand. "William Schuester. I'm a huge fan." Blaine's smile twitched slightly at that, though he masked it quickly.
"Well, Mr. Schuester, I actually have a question for you."
"Ask away!"
"What did you do when you heard Kurt was getting 'slushied' because of his sexual orientation?"
Blaine's smile was kept in place, while Mr. Schue's smile disappeared completely. His eyes widened slightly. "Um…" He started mumbling incoherently, but it didn't deter Blaine.
"And what did you do when you discovered Kurt was being pushed against the lockers quite frequently because he's gay?"
"I, um… Well…"
"Just as I thought." In an instant, the unfamiliar smile on Blaine's face was replaced with a serious expression, his eyebrows pulled into a frown as he tried to keep control over his temper. "The teachers' job is to educate and help kids through school. They're supposed to support and help in times of need, and to care for a student's well-being. Some teachers, teachers like you, who overlook bullying, are the reason for misguided teenagers. You're just half-assing your job. Now get out of here, I need to practice."
That was the final word. In three quick strides, Blaine was standing right in front of the punching bag. He didn't bother with the gloves, instead choosing to attack the bag with his bare knuckles. It definitely served to terrify the teacher into saying a quick goodbye and quickly leaving the room.
Even after the door was already shut, the fighter didn't stop. It made Kurt nervous.
Thinking quickly, he moved to stand behind Blaine and latched onto his arms. Blaine caught the bag before it could hit them, but he didn't resume his punching.
"You shouldn't do that for long, you may hurt your knuckles." Kurt whispered, still holding on. He only let go when Blaine let go of the bag, for the sake of taking Blaine's hands into his and checking his knuckles.
Blaine sighed. "I'm sorry. I just lost my temper and kind of exploded on him. I probably shouldn't have done that."
"Well, you didn't hit him, which was good. It was nice to hear someone tell him all of those things to his face." Kurt looked up from the other's knuckles to stare slightly at his face. "Thank you."
A tiny smile appeared on Blaine's face. "Let's just sit and talk until Joe gets back, okay?" Kurt nodded quickly, and they took a sit next to each other, sitting close.
They talked softly about everything that came to mind. When the trainer came back, Blaine gave Kurt a big grin before he resumed his work out. They didn't talk again until it was time for Kurt to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Kurt said, smiling at Blaine as he picked up his bag.
Blaine gave him a huge grin in response. "You better. Just so you know, I planned something special for tomorrow, just for us. So, wear something comfortable, okay?" Blaine asked, winking at him.
Kurt could actually feel the heat as it climbed up to his cheeks. "Sure," he breathed as a response. Blaine gave him a last smile before he turned back to his training.