The Nerd and The Skank (6/?)
Media: Fic
Title: The Nerd and the Skank
Author: ravenpan & azicrow
Rating: PG13 for language
Pairings: Klaine is Endgame
Warnings (if any): Skank!Kurt, Nerd!Blaine
Word Count: 1905 (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.
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*6*
The next morning the smell of pancakes wafted into the room as Blaine walked in, still in his pyjamas with a tray and set it on the side. He leaned in and shook Kurt gently.
Kurt whined, scooting down further under the blankets and putting his pillow over his head.
Blaine sighed. "Here's some breakfast, you should eat something. Also there's Tylenol, it'll take the edge off for a bit."
Kurt looked out from under the pillow. He frowned slightly, but his fever had broken somewhat during the night and with that went the delirium. "Blanderson? The fuck?"
His smile faded. "Stop calling me that," he replied, before motioning to the tray. "You got pretty sick yesterday. Do you remember any of it?"
He sat up quickly, felt the cool of the air on his chest, and pulled the blanket up to cover it, eyes widening before they narrowed. "...No," he said with a frown. He glanced around the unfamiliar room, then looked at Blaine. "Explain."
Blaine sighed and stood wrapping his arms around himself. "Umm okay. You were really sick... like delusional, and you couldn't stay in school. You didn't want to tell your dad and Quinn had an exam, so I brought you here."
"Instead of shoving me in my car and letting me deal with it, because we're such great pals?" Kurt asked, his exhaustion taking some of the bite out of his tone.
Blaine sagged, his shoulders hunching. "You looked like you needed help. Talk to Quinn if you don't believe me,” Blaine remarked, smoothing out the covers at the foot of the bed. “I'll bring your clothes up in a minute, I washed them yesterday. Also, if you see a guy you don't know around here it'll be my brother Coop."
Kurt nodded slowly. "I'm kind of starting to freak out here, so... where is your bathroom."
Blaine nodded. "Okay well your phone's there, there's an ensuite on the other side of that door. Call me if you need anything," he replied, before slipping out of the room.
Kurt made very sure the door was shut before grabbing his phone and stumbling to the bathroom. He locked himself in and texted his best skank immediately. //Q. Did Blanderson kidnap me or something? I woke up half naked in his bed, should I be worried. Also, I feel like shit.//
//the half naked thing i can't help you with, but he texted me to say you were sick. i came around but you were pretty much asleep.//
//Oh. I should be preparing for blackmail, then.//
//probably// She replied back, unhelpfully.
//Gee. Thanks.// Kurt looked up as he heard movement in the bedroom. He checked to make sure the bathroom door was still locked. //kinda freaking out in here, just so you know//
//do you want me to come get you? your dad thinks you're at my place, anyway//
//PLEASE//
//i'm coming right over. grab all of your stuff, meet me outside.//
//How long?//
//ten minutes, seven if I speed//
//Don't get a ticket, then it'll be twenty. Thanks.//
//okay//
Kurt stood, pocketing his phone before he did his business, washing his face and hands quickly before peeking out the door to see if anyone was in the bedroom.
Blaine set the folded clothes at the foot of the bed before seeing him. "Oh hey, there's your things. We're just downstairs."
"Uh. Thanks. Q's coming to pick me up," he said, not leaving the bathroom with his torso exposed.
"Oh," he replied glancing at the tray. "Right, I could've dropped you off. I don't mind."
"It's fine. I owe you enough as it is... Actually, how much do I owe you?" Kurt watched him carefully.
Blaine looked at him, confused. "You don't owe me anything," he replied softly. "Anyway... I'll let you change." he added, heading for the door.
"Sure." Kurt watched him go, and once the door closed, he quickly pulled his clothing back on, pausing a moment to dither over whether to take the Tylenol set out for him. He did, swallowing the pills down with some water before running a shaky hand through his hair. Civil. Right. He could do civil.
Still, better to be safe than sorry. Kurt pulled out his wallet and took out the fifty dollar bill he had stuffed in there and dropped it on the bed, straightening it up before leaving the room. He looked around, disoriented, before seeing the stairs and heading down them, listening for the sound of voices.
"So, he's awake?" Cooper asked.
“Yeah his friend is picking him up," Blaine replied, pouring out a mug of coffee. “Why are you up before ten?"
"Figured if he was conscious I could meet him when he wasn't throwing things at my head. His fever broke, so I'm curious how you two interact when he isn't a sickly punk kitten."
He shrugged and sipped at his coffee. "I told you, he doesn't really... we don't hang out."
"Why not?"
Blaine looked at Cooper and his chest tightened inexplicably as he shrugged, his finger picking at the rim of his mug. "I dunno. He can't really stand me... so..." he whispered quietly. He always found it difficult to understand when people disliked him for something he couldn’t discern. He looked up as the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." He took a steadying breath and headed to the door, opening it up to reveal Quinn.
Kurt was making his way down the stairs as he heard the bell, but he didn't quicken his pace. His head was still pounding and he'd leave that until the meds kicked in. "Hey, Blanderson! Did you kidnap my bag, too? I can't find-" he stopped when he saw it sitting at the foot of the stairs. "Nevermind, found it!" He made it to the bottom and slung the bag over his shoulder.
Blaine nodded, he didn't know what he'd been expecting. It wasn't as though this would suddenly have Kurt be halfway decent to him. "Take care," he said quietly as Quinn motioned for Kurt to hurry up.
He moved to the door, pausing as he was passing Blaine. "Thanks. I've heard I'm a real bitch when I'm sick so. Yeah. Thanks," he said under his breath before pushing past Quinn out the door, finding his pack of cigarettes and lighting up immediately, even if he didn't really bother to smoke the cigarette since he still felt gross.
The door closed.
Quinn looked at Kurt. "Are you alright?" she asked. "He didn't do anything, did he?"
"I don't think so... I don't really remember anything." He ran the hand not holding the cigarette through his hair. "I left him fifty buck and made his bed, and I even said thanks - so hopefully it won't be mentioned. Ever."
She snorted. "Wow, way to make someone feel like a hooker," she teased, shaking her head as they drove off.
"He did my laundry, medicated me, and let me sleep in his bed. I was thinking more hotel than hooker," Kurt huffed, leaning back in his seat.
*
Blaine watched them leave, before closing the door and leaning against it, swallowing against the bitter taste in his mouth.
Cooper stood up and moved to the entryway, seeing his brother lean against the door. "You weren't kidding, he's a prick. Why did you help him?" he asked, not accusing, but curious.
"He needed help," he replied quietly. "And he's not... I mean, he's not to Quinn - at least from what I've seen. Or to Finn. Finn’s his step brother. His very... tall... step brother," he replied before walking up the stairs to pick up the tray he'd spent his time working on.
Cooper followed. "But he's not nice to you, and you took care of him when he was sick. Blaine, people don't just help people like that."
He frowned. "Why not?" he asked, poking at the now cold pancakes before carrying the tray. "They should be." Blaine protested vehemently as he walked back down to the kitchen to clean up. "I just... I think someone could do... should do something nice for him. That's all."
Cooper kept following him. "Why, Blaine. Why him?"
Blaine closed his eyes in frustration and slammed the tray down on the table, the bitterness overwhelming. "I like him, okay? Jesus Christ," he exclaimed shaking his head and throwing the food into the trash.
"Glad you could admit it aloud," Cooper said, moving to help him clean up.
He sat down and his shoulders slumped, defeated, as Cooper cleaned. Once everything was put in the washer he dropped a hand on Blaine's shoulder, squeezing gently.
Blaine brushed it off sharply. "I'm gonna go up and change the sheets and things. There's no sense in getting sick, too. Don't tell mom a boy stayed in my room."
"I won't, I promise." Cooper stepped back. "I'll be in the livingroom, gonna check some email."
He nodded, heading up before changing the sheets and finding the fifty dollars. He stared at it in confusion at first, before realisation dawned and he screwed it up in his hand angrily throwing it across the room.
After his outburst, Blaine smoothed his pyjamas out with his shaking hands and changed the sheets. He threw the others in the wash, then changed the sheets in the guest room that he himself had slept in. It had been too far to drag Kurt the night before. He washed up and changed before uncrumpling the note and folding it up neatly before he put it in his wallet, determined to hand it back at school. He walked back downstairs, smoothing his now gelled hair.
"Did you know he was in glee?" Cooper asked as his brother came downstairs. "This Muckracker website thing is pretty interesting."
Blaine sighed, his anger dissipating. "Don't believe anything Jacob writes, he said I lived under a bridge once and his secret source was Brittany," he muttered. "But yes, I know. You shouldn't read that."
"No, really, there's pictures," Cooper sniggered. "Oh my god, he was a little china doll!" he laughed. "It also says something about dumpsters and slushies. And says you were slushied a few weeks ago." He looked at his brother. "That also a lie?"
Blaine swallowed and shrugged, "It's like a glee club right of passage."
"Does Mom know?"
"I’m not going to bother her over some corn syrup."
Cooper frowned. "The school doesn't do anything about it?"
"They just say they tripped," he replied, straightening his glasses.
"That... really sucks."
"Well not all of us could be heartbreakingly popular Coop," he replied with a slight smile, before sighing. "I'm heading out to Tina's. I'll see you later?"
"I'll be here," Cooper gave his little brother a brilliant smile.
He nodded. "I'll catch you later," he replied grabbing his jacket and heading out.
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Title: The Nerd and the Skank
Author: ravenpan & azicrow
Rating: PG13 for language
Pairings: Klaine is Endgame
Warnings (if any): Skank!Kurt, Nerd!Blaine
Word Count: 1905 (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.
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5
*6*
The next morning the smell of pancakes wafted into the room as Blaine walked in, still in his pyjamas with a tray and set it on the side. He leaned in and shook Kurt gently.
Kurt whined, scooting down further under the blankets and putting his pillow over his head.
Blaine sighed. "Here's some breakfast, you should eat something. Also there's Tylenol, it'll take the edge off for a bit."
Kurt looked out from under the pillow. He frowned slightly, but his fever had broken somewhat during the night and with that went the delirium. "Blanderson? The fuck?"
His smile faded. "Stop calling me that," he replied, before motioning to the tray. "You got pretty sick yesterday. Do you remember any of it?"
He sat up quickly, felt the cool of the air on his chest, and pulled the blanket up to cover it, eyes widening before they narrowed. "...No," he said with a frown. He glanced around the unfamiliar room, then looked at Blaine. "Explain."
Blaine sighed and stood wrapping his arms around himself. "Umm okay. You were really sick... like delusional, and you couldn't stay in school. You didn't want to tell your dad and Quinn had an exam, so I brought you here."
"Instead of shoving me in my car and letting me deal with it, because we're such great pals?" Kurt asked, his exhaustion taking some of the bite out of his tone.
Blaine sagged, his shoulders hunching. "You looked like you needed help. Talk to Quinn if you don't believe me,” Blaine remarked, smoothing out the covers at the foot of the bed. “I'll bring your clothes up in a minute, I washed them yesterday. Also, if you see a guy you don't know around here it'll be my brother Coop."
Kurt nodded slowly. "I'm kind of starting to freak out here, so... where is your bathroom."
Blaine nodded. "Okay well your phone's there, there's an ensuite on the other side of that door. Call me if you need anything," he replied, before slipping out of the room.
Kurt made very sure the door was shut before grabbing his phone and stumbling to the bathroom. He locked himself in and texted his best skank immediately. //Q. Did Blanderson kidnap me or something? I woke up half naked in his bed, should I be worried. Also, I feel like shit.//
//the half naked thing i can't help you with, but he texted me to say you were sick. i came around but you were pretty much asleep.//
//Oh. I should be preparing for blackmail, then.//
//probably// She replied back, unhelpfully.
//Gee. Thanks.// Kurt looked up as he heard movement in the bedroom. He checked to make sure the bathroom door was still locked. //kinda freaking out in here, just so you know//
//do you want me to come get you? your dad thinks you're at my place, anyway//
//PLEASE//
//i'm coming right over. grab all of your stuff, meet me outside.//
//How long?//
//ten minutes, seven if I speed//
//Don't get a ticket, then it'll be twenty. Thanks.//
//okay//
Kurt stood, pocketing his phone before he did his business, washing his face and hands quickly before peeking out the door to see if anyone was in the bedroom.
Blaine set the folded clothes at the foot of the bed before seeing him. "Oh hey, there's your things. We're just downstairs."
"Uh. Thanks. Q's coming to pick me up," he said, not leaving the bathroom with his torso exposed.
"Oh," he replied glancing at the tray. "Right, I could've dropped you off. I don't mind."
"It's fine. I owe you enough as it is... Actually, how much do I owe you?" Kurt watched him carefully.
Blaine looked at him, confused. "You don't owe me anything," he replied softly. "Anyway... I'll let you change." he added, heading for the door.
"Sure." Kurt watched him go, and once the door closed, he quickly pulled his clothing back on, pausing a moment to dither over whether to take the Tylenol set out for him. He did, swallowing the pills down with some water before running a shaky hand through his hair. Civil. Right. He could do civil.
Still, better to be safe than sorry. Kurt pulled out his wallet and took out the fifty dollar bill he had stuffed in there and dropped it on the bed, straightening it up before leaving the room. He looked around, disoriented, before seeing the stairs and heading down them, listening for the sound of voices.
"So, he's awake?" Cooper asked.
“Yeah his friend is picking him up," Blaine replied, pouring out a mug of coffee. “Why are you up before ten?"
"Figured if he was conscious I could meet him when he wasn't throwing things at my head. His fever broke, so I'm curious how you two interact when he isn't a sickly punk kitten."
He shrugged and sipped at his coffee. "I told you, he doesn't really... we don't hang out."
"Why not?"
Blaine looked at Cooper and his chest tightened inexplicably as he shrugged, his finger picking at the rim of his mug. "I dunno. He can't really stand me... so..." he whispered quietly. He always found it difficult to understand when people disliked him for something he couldn’t discern. He looked up as the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." He took a steadying breath and headed to the door, opening it up to reveal Quinn.
Kurt was making his way down the stairs as he heard the bell, but he didn't quicken his pace. His head was still pounding and he'd leave that until the meds kicked in. "Hey, Blanderson! Did you kidnap my bag, too? I can't find-" he stopped when he saw it sitting at the foot of the stairs. "Nevermind, found it!" He made it to the bottom and slung the bag over his shoulder.
Blaine nodded, he didn't know what he'd been expecting. It wasn't as though this would suddenly have Kurt be halfway decent to him. "Take care," he said quietly as Quinn motioned for Kurt to hurry up.
He moved to the door, pausing as he was passing Blaine. "Thanks. I've heard I'm a real bitch when I'm sick so. Yeah. Thanks," he said under his breath before pushing past Quinn out the door, finding his pack of cigarettes and lighting up immediately, even if he didn't really bother to smoke the cigarette since he still felt gross.
The door closed.
Quinn looked at Kurt. "Are you alright?" she asked. "He didn't do anything, did he?"
"I don't think so... I don't really remember anything." He ran the hand not holding the cigarette through his hair. "I left him fifty buck and made his bed, and I even said thanks - so hopefully it won't be mentioned. Ever."
She snorted. "Wow, way to make someone feel like a hooker," she teased, shaking her head as they drove off.
"He did my laundry, medicated me, and let me sleep in his bed. I was thinking more hotel than hooker," Kurt huffed, leaning back in his seat.
*
Blaine watched them leave, before closing the door and leaning against it, swallowing against the bitter taste in his mouth.
Cooper stood up and moved to the entryway, seeing his brother lean against the door. "You weren't kidding, he's a prick. Why did you help him?" he asked, not accusing, but curious.
"He needed help," he replied quietly. "And he's not... I mean, he's not to Quinn - at least from what I've seen. Or to Finn. Finn’s his step brother. His very... tall... step brother," he replied before walking up the stairs to pick up the tray he'd spent his time working on.
Cooper followed. "But he's not nice to you, and you took care of him when he was sick. Blaine, people don't just help people like that."
He frowned. "Why not?" he asked, poking at the now cold pancakes before carrying the tray. "They should be." Blaine protested vehemently as he walked back down to the kitchen to clean up. "I just... I think someone could do... should do something nice for him. That's all."
Cooper kept following him. "Why, Blaine. Why him?"
Blaine closed his eyes in frustration and slammed the tray down on the table, the bitterness overwhelming. "I like him, okay? Jesus Christ," he exclaimed shaking his head and throwing the food into the trash.
"Glad you could admit it aloud," Cooper said, moving to help him clean up.
He sat down and his shoulders slumped, defeated, as Cooper cleaned. Once everything was put in the washer he dropped a hand on Blaine's shoulder, squeezing gently.
Blaine brushed it off sharply. "I'm gonna go up and change the sheets and things. There's no sense in getting sick, too. Don't tell mom a boy stayed in my room."
"I won't, I promise." Cooper stepped back. "I'll be in the livingroom, gonna check some email."
He nodded, heading up before changing the sheets and finding the fifty dollars. He stared at it in confusion at first, before realisation dawned and he screwed it up in his hand angrily throwing it across the room.
After his outburst, Blaine smoothed his pyjamas out with his shaking hands and changed the sheets. He threw the others in the wash, then changed the sheets in the guest room that he himself had slept in. It had been too far to drag Kurt the night before. He washed up and changed before uncrumpling the note and folding it up neatly before he put it in his wallet, determined to hand it back at school. He walked back downstairs, smoothing his now gelled hair.
"Did you know he was in glee?" Cooper asked as his brother came downstairs. "This Muckracker website thing is pretty interesting."
Blaine sighed, his anger dissipating. "Don't believe anything Jacob writes, he said I lived under a bridge once and his secret source was Brittany," he muttered. "But yes, I know. You shouldn't read that."
"No, really, there's pictures," Cooper sniggered. "Oh my god, he was a little china doll!" he laughed. "It also says something about dumpsters and slushies. And says you were slushied a few weeks ago." He looked at his brother. "That also a lie?"
Blaine swallowed and shrugged, "It's like a glee club right of passage."
"Does Mom know?"
"I’m not going to bother her over some corn syrup."
Cooper frowned. "The school doesn't do anything about it?"
"They just say they tripped," he replied, straightening his glasses.
"That... really sucks."
"Well not all of us could be heartbreakingly popular Coop," he replied with a slight smile, before sighing. "I'm heading out to Tina's. I'll see you later?"
"I'll be here," Cooper gave his little brother a brilliant smile.
He nodded. "I'll catch you later," he replied grabbing his jacket and heading out.
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