the Nerd and the Skank (14/?)
Media: Fic
Title: The Nerd and the Skank
Author: ravenpan & azicrow
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Klaine is Endgame
Warnings (if any): Skank!Kurt, Nerd!Blaine (Chapter 10: sexual assault)
Word Count: 1725 (this chapter)
Summary: Burt Hummel never saw Karofsky mock Kurt with a limp wrist. The truth never came out, and shortly after the wedding, Kurt decided he had to do something drastic if he was going to make it out of High School alive. He joined the Skanks to hide under the radar and left Glee Club. Life continued at McKinley and now it's the beginning of a new school year... and one Blaine Anderson is getting under his skin.
Author's Note: This is very much inspired by (and has bits of dialogue occasionally from) You Da One-verse by kendrawcandraw on tumb1r.
A/N2: OMG THERE IS FANART NOW!!!!!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13
*14*
Blaine sat down, squeezing in between Finn and the end of the couch for their Halo tournament. Puck setting up the game. "So... is Kurt here?" he asked him glancing about.
"Huh? Yeah, he's up in his room, probably. That's where he usually is, anyway," Finn replied, fiddling with his controller. "Unless he's stressy, then he's in the kitchen, but I don't hear pans banging."
"He cooks?" he asked in surprise as he accepted a beer from Puck.
"Yeah," Finn looked at him oddly. He thought everyone knew that. "He usually makes dinner, unless Mom's home - but he stress-bakes. We ate a lot of cookies and cakes and pies last week."
"Yeah, I took some pie home for my mom and sister - his berry pies are the best." Puck commented as he flopped onto the couch.
Blaine smiled before looking at Finn. "What?"
"What?" Finn asked, confused.
"I dunno, you were looking at me funny," he replied, taking a sip.
"Oh, I just thought you knew. Everyone does," Finn shrugged and started up the game.
"You all knew Kurt before me," he replied, grinning as Mike brought the snacks in.
"I keep forgetting you weren't always around."
*
Twenty minutes later, two plates silently were placed on a table out of the way of the guys. One had fruits and cheeses, the other vegetables, hummus and crackers. Kurt left just as silently as he entered, hoping they'd eat something that wasn't JUST chips or cheese puffs, and went to the kitchen to start the preparations for supper. He'd have to make enough for everyone, just in case the marathon ran late -- nobody was going to go home not having had a proper meal on his watch, especially since Carole was working tonight and wouldn't be there to make sure of that herself.
Blaine picked at a carrot stick, dipping it into the hummus and biting it . "Just gonna head to the bathroom,” he said, handing Finn the controller once he'd beaten him. He went off upstairs, walking along the hall before stopping outside Kurt's door and knocking lightly.
Kurt had gone back up to his room to work on some homework while the casserole slowly cooked in the oven. "Finn, I told you, I have no interest in playing in your tourna-" Kurt stopped when he opened the door. "You're not Finn."
"We're a little different." Blaine shook his head.
"Considering he's a giant and you're a hobbit? Yeah, I'd say so," Kurt agreed.
"I wanted to thank you for the platters."
He shook his head. "Don't. It's how it works. Finn has people over to play games, I make sure they all don't suffer malnutrition."
Blaine’s smile faded, and he nodded as he glanced at the room from the doorway - surprised at the artistic interior. "Right, well, thank you anyway. My stomach is grateful."
"Welcome," Kurt said with a nod.
He nodded before falling silent and watching Kurt, the atmosphere stretching before he realised he was staring. "Right," he replied. "I'd better get back. They'll ruin my score."
Kurt nodded. "Have fun."
He nodded. "You could join us if you want?" he offered. "I bet you could probably wipe the floor with all of us."
Kurt shook his head. "I don't do tournaments. I'll play with Finn some other time. Go on and have fun, I'll let everyone know when supper's ready."
"Okay," he replied, taking a step back. "I'll have to repay the favour sometime. I hope you like grilled cheese,” he offered, before his eyes widened a little and he realised he was embarrassing himself. "Okay, bye." he said, heading off down the stairs to the others.
Kurt blushed, ducking his head as he shut the door.
"Hey Dude, where you been?" Finn asked as Blaine reappeared.
"Nowhere just got talking," he replied, sitting back down. "You beaten me yet?" he asked taking back the controller.
"Almost. Wait, Talking?"
"Yeah. Just Kurt, he says dinner will be done in a soon," he replied as he started, his eyes firmly on the screen.
"Oh, cool," Finn nodded, looking back at the screen, and continued playing.
Blaine glanced up at the ceiling before being drawn back to the game as Puck got shot.
*
The weeks went by and Quinn's plot to win back custody of her daughter sputtered and died.
Shelby and Beth moved away.
On the other hand, Sectionals went well and the rest of the group were still off the high from their win. Blaine had to admit he did enjoy the Warbler's performance. He'd started chatting to a few of them after the competition. They seemed to have taken a shine to him and he wondered what life would've been like if he'd transferred to Dalton instead of McKinley.
Kurt stuck to the sidelines, reluctant to let himself get too involved in everything again. He glanced at the others, their celebrating... people making friends with the competition, of all things. He pulled a chameleon tie-pin out of his pocket and added the dash of flair. If only for the 'celebrations'.
"That's a nice pin. Is it a lizard?" Blaine asked him, rocking back on his heels.
Kurt looked up, surprised. "Chameleon," he answered.
"Oh, of course. The eyes," he replied with a nod. "Umm... some of the Warblers want to go for coffee, do you want to come? They're pretty cool."
"Why are you asking me?" Kurt was blunt, and not a little curious.
He shrugged. "I thought you'd like to meet them. You just seemed alone back here.”
"I seemed... Okay," Kurt said hesitantly, nodding. "Sure."
He looked at him surprised before grinning. "Oh! Okay," he replied, taking Kurt's elbow and pulling him along. "Come on,” he said, leading him to the collection of blue blazers.
"Oh my God, it's like being led into a swarm of bees," Kurt said under his breath, but he didn't pull away, oddly enough.
"Don't be mean. They're really friendly."
"You must have me mistaken for someone who is nice," Kurt eyed the blazers. "School of fish, then."
"Well. You know, Sebastian goes there," he replied, before waving at the boy in question as they all headed out to the cars to go to the Lima Bean.
“Lovely.”
*
Once they got there, Kurt hung back while everyone went inside, lighting a cigarette.
Blaine peeked back out. "Are you not coming in?"
"In a minute," Kurt said, putting the gifted lighter back in his pocket and blowing the smoke away from where Blaine was.
Blaine smiled at the sight of the lighter before looking away. "What's your order?"
"Non-fat mocha." Kurt paused, "I'll pay you back."
"Don't worry about it, any sugar? cinamon?"
Kurt shook his head, drawing more smoke into his lungs.
He nodded. "Okay, non fat mocha it is," he replied, slipping back inside.
Kurt watched the door swing shut, frowning slightly in thought. When he finished his cigarette, he stubbed it out and tossed it in the trash before heading inside. He wasn't about to admit aloud how nervous he felt about all this.
Blaine waved him over, shifting to make room for Kurt. "Hey everyone, this is Kurt. Kurt this is, Thad, Trent, David, Nick, Jeff..." he began pointing around the booth. "I think I got that right,” he added with a laugh.
Kurt smiled tightly. "Hello," he said softly, pushing a strand of pink off his forehead and back into the rest of his hair. "Pleased to meet you." He sat beside Blaine and took his coffee, taking a sip and holding it between his hands to keep them busy.
"Oh! I bought you a gingerbread cookie too," Blaine said, handing it to him.
“Blaine was just telling us that you're a countertenor?" David asked with a smile.
"Indeed," Kurt accepted the cookie cautiously before looking up at David. "Apparently my voice decided not to change."
"Treasure it,” David replied. “We'd kill to have a countertenor in our group. Wes would've literally killed someone. He graduated at the end of last year."
"That sounds unnecessarily... violent." Kurt raised his eyebrows.
"Show choir is a serious business Kurt." Blaine replied. Evidently he'd been spending too much time with Rachel.
Kurt watched him a moment. "You're not kidding," he said in surprise when the realisation set in.
"Of course not," he replied wide eyed and earnest, before his attention was caught by Trent who was asking him where he got his bow tie from, watching Blaine - love struck. In fact, most of the boys seemed to be watching Blaine adoringly.
It was a little disconcerting. Like Kurt was surrounded by pod people and Blaine was their king.
After a few minutes, Kurt was done with being disconcerted, and had fully moved on to creeped out. He stood. "See you around Warblers. Anderson." He nodded curtly and made his escape.
"Oh... you're going?" Blaine asked, standing.
"Yeah, thanks for the coffee."
"Okay umm..." Blaine looked at a bit of a loss. "Well, thank you for agreeing to come," he offered playing with the rim of his cup.
Kurt gave him a small smile. "Thank you for inviting me. I'll see you around," he said, not unkindly.
Blaine smiled surprised at the thanks ."I... You're welcome," he replied.
Kurt left the Lima Bean, lighting up and texting Finn for a ride home.
*
The one thing Kurt had honestly forgotten about being in Glee, was that the entire school knew when they came back from a competition. Whether victorious or not, that made them instant slushy fodder.
Kurt hadn't been slushied since he became a Skank, and never once did he think that going back to Glee could mean he lost that questionable protection. He'd been back for a few weeks, and nothing had happened.
The bitch-slap of blue ice caught him unaware. He couldn't even think how to react. One part of him wanting to scream, the other to run; leaving him frozen still in the hallway.
Dripping.
(( Onward!))
Title: The Nerd and the Skank
Author: ravenpan & azicrow
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Klaine is Endgame
Warnings (if any): Skank!Kurt, Nerd!Blaine (Chapter 10: sexual assault)
Word Count: 1725 (this chapter)
Summary: Burt Hummel never saw Karofsky mock Kurt with a limp wrist. The truth never came out, and shortly after the wedding, Kurt decided he had to do something drastic if he was going to make it out of High School alive. He joined the Skanks to hide under the radar and left Glee Club. Life continued at McKinley and now it's the beginning of a new school year... and one Blaine Anderson is getting under his skin.
Author's Note: This is very much inspired by (and has bits of dialogue occasionally from) You Da One-verse by kendrawcandraw on tumb1r.
A/N2: OMG THERE IS FANART NOW!!!!!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13
*14*
Blaine sat down, squeezing in between Finn and the end of the couch for their Halo tournament. Puck setting up the game. "So... is Kurt here?" he asked him glancing about.
"Huh? Yeah, he's up in his room, probably. That's where he usually is, anyway," Finn replied, fiddling with his controller. "Unless he's stressy, then he's in the kitchen, but I don't hear pans banging."
"He cooks?" he asked in surprise as he accepted a beer from Puck.
"Yeah," Finn looked at him oddly. He thought everyone knew that. "He usually makes dinner, unless Mom's home - but he stress-bakes. We ate a lot of cookies and cakes and pies last week."
"Yeah, I took some pie home for my mom and sister - his berry pies are the best." Puck commented as he flopped onto the couch.
Blaine smiled before looking at Finn. "What?"
"What?" Finn asked, confused.
"I dunno, you were looking at me funny," he replied, taking a sip.
"Oh, I just thought you knew. Everyone does," Finn shrugged and started up the game.
"You all knew Kurt before me," he replied, grinning as Mike brought the snacks in.
"I keep forgetting you weren't always around."
*
Twenty minutes later, two plates silently were placed on a table out of the way of the guys. One had fruits and cheeses, the other vegetables, hummus and crackers. Kurt left just as silently as he entered, hoping they'd eat something that wasn't JUST chips or cheese puffs, and went to the kitchen to start the preparations for supper. He'd have to make enough for everyone, just in case the marathon ran late -- nobody was going to go home not having had a proper meal on his watch, especially since Carole was working tonight and wouldn't be there to make sure of that herself.
Blaine picked at a carrot stick, dipping it into the hummus and biting it . "Just gonna head to the bathroom,” he said, handing Finn the controller once he'd beaten him. He went off upstairs, walking along the hall before stopping outside Kurt's door and knocking lightly.
Kurt had gone back up to his room to work on some homework while the casserole slowly cooked in the oven. "Finn, I told you, I have no interest in playing in your tourna-" Kurt stopped when he opened the door. "You're not Finn."
"We're a little different." Blaine shook his head.
"Considering he's a giant and you're a hobbit? Yeah, I'd say so," Kurt agreed.
"I wanted to thank you for the platters."
He shook his head. "Don't. It's how it works. Finn has people over to play games, I make sure they all don't suffer malnutrition."
Blaine’s smile faded, and he nodded as he glanced at the room from the doorway - surprised at the artistic interior. "Right, well, thank you anyway. My stomach is grateful."
"Welcome," Kurt said with a nod.
He nodded before falling silent and watching Kurt, the atmosphere stretching before he realised he was staring. "Right," he replied. "I'd better get back. They'll ruin my score."
Kurt nodded. "Have fun."
He nodded. "You could join us if you want?" he offered. "I bet you could probably wipe the floor with all of us."
Kurt shook his head. "I don't do tournaments. I'll play with Finn some other time. Go on and have fun, I'll let everyone know when supper's ready."
"Okay," he replied, taking a step back. "I'll have to repay the favour sometime. I hope you like grilled cheese,” he offered, before his eyes widened a little and he realised he was embarrassing himself. "Okay, bye." he said, heading off down the stairs to the others.
Kurt blushed, ducking his head as he shut the door.
"Hey Dude, where you been?" Finn asked as Blaine reappeared.
"Nowhere just got talking," he replied, sitting back down. "You beaten me yet?" he asked taking back the controller.
"Almost. Wait, Talking?"
"Yeah. Just Kurt, he says dinner will be done in a soon," he replied as he started, his eyes firmly on the screen.
"Oh, cool," Finn nodded, looking back at the screen, and continued playing.
Blaine glanced up at the ceiling before being drawn back to the game as Puck got shot.
*
The weeks went by and Quinn's plot to win back custody of her daughter sputtered and died.
Shelby and Beth moved away.
On the other hand, Sectionals went well and the rest of the group were still off the high from their win. Blaine had to admit he did enjoy the Warbler's performance. He'd started chatting to a few of them after the competition. They seemed to have taken a shine to him and he wondered what life would've been like if he'd transferred to Dalton instead of McKinley.
Kurt stuck to the sidelines, reluctant to let himself get too involved in everything again. He glanced at the others, their celebrating... people making friends with the competition, of all things. He pulled a chameleon tie-pin out of his pocket and added the dash of flair. If only for the 'celebrations'.
"That's a nice pin. Is it a lizard?" Blaine asked him, rocking back on his heels.
Kurt looked up, surprised. "Chameleon," he answered.
"Oh, of course. The eyes," he replied with a nod. "Umm... some of the Warblers want to go for coffee, do you want to come? They're pretty cool."
"Why are you asking me?" Kurt was blunt, and not a little curious.
He shrugged. "I thought you'd like to meet them. You just seemed alone back here.”
"I seemed... Okay," Kurt said hesitantly, nodding. "Sure."
He looked at him surprised before grinning. "Oh! Okay," he replied, taking Kurt's elbow and pulling him along. "Come on,” he said, leading him to the collection of blue blazers.
"Oh my God, it's like being led into a swarm of bees," Kurt said under his breath, but he didn't pull away, oddly enough.
"Don't be mean. They're really friendly."
"You must have me mistaken for someone who is nice," Kurt eyed the blazers. "School of fish, then."
"Well. You know, Sebastian goes there," he replied, before waving at the boy in question as they all headed out to the cars to go to the Lima Bean.
“Lovely.”
*
Once they got there, Kurt hung back while everyone went inside, lighting a cigarette.
Blaine peeked back out. "Are you not coming in?"
"In a minute," Kurt said, putting the gifted lighter back in his pocket and blowing the smoke away from where Blaine was.
Blaine smiled at the sight of the lighter before looking away. "What's your order?"
"Non-fat mocha." Kurt paused, "I'll pay you back."
"Don't worry about it, any sugar? cinamon?"
Kurt shook his head, drawing more smoke into his lungs.
He nodded. "Okay, non fat mocha it is," he replied, slipping back inside.
Kurt watched the door swing shut, frowning slightly in thought. When he finished his cigarette, he stubbed it out and tossed it in the trash before heading inside. He wasn't about to admit aloud how nervous he felt about all this.
Blaine waved him over, shifting to make room for Kurt. "Hey everyone, this is Kurt. Kurt this is, Thad, Trent, David, Nick, Jeff..." he began pointing around the booth. "I think I got that right,” he added with a laugh.
Kurt smiled tightly. "Hello," he said softly, pushing a strand of pink off his forehead and back into the rest of his hair. "Pleased to meet you." He sat beside Blaine and took his coffee, taking a sip and holding it between his hands to keep them busy.
"Oh! I bought you a gingerbread cookie too," Blaine said, handing it to him.
“Blaine was just telling us that you're a countertenor?" David asked with a smile.
"Indeed," Kurt accepted the cookie cautiously before looking up at David. "Apparently my voice decided not to change."
"Treasure it,” David replied. “We'd kill to have a countertenor in our group. Wes would've literally killed someone. He graduated at the end of last year."
"That sounds unnecessarily... violent." Kurt raised his eyebrows.
"Show choir is a serious business Kurt." Blaine replied. Evidently he'd been spending too much time with Rachel.
Kurt watched him a moment. "You're not kidding," he said in surprise when the realisation set in.
"Of course not," he replied wide eyed and earnest, before his attention was caught by Trent who was asking him where he got his bow tie from, watching Blaine - love struck. In fact, most of the boys seemed to be watching Blaine adoringly.
It was a little disconcerting. Like Kurt was surrounded by pod people and Blaine was their king.
After a few minutes, Kurt was done with being disconcerted, and had fully moved on to creeped out. He stood. "See you around Warblers. Anderson." He nodded curtly and made his escape.
"Oh... you're going?" Blaine asked, standing.
"Yeah, thanks for the coffee."
"Okay umm..." Blaine looked at a bit of a loss. "Well, thank you for agreeing to come," he offered playing with the rim of his cup.
Kurt gave him a small smile. "Thank you for inviting me. I'll see you around," he said, not unkindly.
Blaine smiled surprised at the thanks ."I... You're welcome," he replied.
Kurt left the Lima Bean, lighting up and texting Finn for a ride home.
*
The one thing Kurt had honestly forgotten about being in Glee, was that the entire school knew when they came back from a competition. Whether victorious or not, that made them instant slushy fodder.
Kurt hadn't been slushied since he became a Skank, and never once did he think that going back to Glee could mean he lost that questionable protection. He'd been back for a few weeks, and nothing had happened.
The bitch-slap of blue ice caught him unaware. He couldn't even think how to react. One part of him wanting to scream, the other to run; leaving him frozen still in the hallway.
Dripping.
(( Onward!))