The Super League Of Slightly Weird Teens (Part II)
Title: The Super League Of Slightly Weird Teens (Part II)
Pairing: Klaine, (a little bit)Kurtofsky, (pre) Brittana
Rating: R (violence, references to dub-con issues)
WordCount: ~5800
Genre: Fantasy!AU, Drama(Cause Karofsky's an asshole), Crack (Cause Sue's innit)
Warnings: References to Dub!Con issues from the previous installment The story loosely follows a canon format but it IS AU so be prepared for deviations.
Verse Summary: Kurt Hummel is not your average teenager. He's a super hero, what he hadn't known was that there are more like him.
Installment Summary: Kurt starts dating Blaine but they have problems, Jeff acts weird and there is a certain (lovable) Pyro wreaking Havoc around Lima
Co-creator: longas91
Beta: alexxasick
Author's Note: Inspired by longas91's brilliant art here and here and also his brilliant ideas on who should have what power. He kind of created it really (in utter awe of him and his drawings). Also you should totally check out this one. It's when Dave goes to Kurt's room as Blaine (It's a PG drawing so Work Safe!)
Another Note: From the third part it's going to be a linked multichapter (surprise! We (Nes and I) came up with plot!) and since we don't know the endgame I'll only be posting it in gleefic
Part I
“Kurt!”
And Kurt felt like he was lifted from an impossibly low place, like he wasn’t just existing but life had returned to him in all its glory and wonder.
Blaine came running up to him and Kurt glowed a little bit inside as the boy slowed down to a stop beside him.
“Blaine…” he might have sounded a little breathless but he couldn’t help it. Not after he remembers what he’d done with Blaine, it wasn’t his fault that it made him a little giddy and embarrassed around the other boy.
He’d spent the whole night lying in bed, looking up at the dark ceiling, surrounded in the musk of sweat and sex and feeling like a dirty whore. Kurt had never thought of sex, had never contemplated on doing it with anyone, hadn’t ever pretended that someone else was touching him while masturbating, but in his sleep-induced haze, he had seen Blaine, seen his composure, his body and remembered.
He remembered how he felt around Blaine, how Blaine pulled him in with his soft, friendly touches and calm understanding words. And when Blaine kissed him he knew he wanted him, wanted whatever Blaine wanted because he loved Blaine. Blaine was very quiet and it unsettled Kurt but Blaine’s little grunts and sounds of pleasure reassured him, the way he had touched him, he hadn’t felt used, he felt loved.
That was until Blaine had run away. And then it was dread, dread, dead…
“Wanna grab coffee?” Blaine asked with an adorable tilt of his head and Kurt was relieved. He couldn’t come right out and talk about it. There was too much he felt, he wanted to do so that he was overwhelmed. The last thing he needed to do was freak Blaine out with how much he loved him.
So he’d leave it up to Blaine. Blaine had come to him and Blaine would ease the conversation out over coffee like he could with every other thing that had been difficult in Kurt’s life.
But it was all that that evening turned out to be: coffee. He was touched that Blaine knew his coffee order. It gave him a warm sort of feeling. But that was just an effect of being around Blaine. Feeling warm and protected.
But the way Blaine was still so casual, so unaffected was a little disconcerting. To some extent Kurt knew that they weren’t dating. He knew he was too easy and with the way Blaine had ran out had him scared shitless. But when Blaine approached him he had dared to hope and now as the evening played out it seemed like he had hoped too much.
He wondered if Blaine thought of it as a mistake. It wasn’t a mistake for Kurt. And Kurt had decided in the tossing and turning of the night that even if Blaine told him so, he wouldn’t regret having done it. He couldn’t have thought of a better person to give his first time to…even though he was sort of an asshole to take it from him and not acknowledge it. It created tendrils of doubt in his mind, threads of clawing unease that he had to wave out constantly.
Okay. He promised himself he wouldn’t be a prissy girl and play the blame game.
But Kurt did expect to talk about it no matter what but Blaine didn’t even give him an opening to begin. It was like Blaine was trying to ignore the occurrence of any such bonding between them in his inane conversation. (Kurt can’t believe he’d think the July Vogue edition as inane but sometimes things just seemed relatively more important)
“Kurt, are you okay?” Blaine asked suddenly and this was Kurt’s chance. All he needed to do was ask Blaine what last night had meant to him and the question was on his lips, the weight of the words on the tip of his tongue.
“Yeah…” He sighed shakily and chickened out. Being with Blaine felt like it always felt. Nice and comfortable. He could say anything he wanted to but didn’t want to ruin the way everything just seemed to fit by bringing up a less than unpleasant topic for Blaine. If Blaine wasn’t breaching the subject then maybe there was nothing to breach. He was new at this sex thing, maybe that is how it worked.
You don’t talk about it.
You just do it and it’s at a whole different level of actions of love over loving words.
But even as he tried to convince himself that staying silent was the best option he could tell it was going to be hard and Kurt wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep the cryptic thoughts of last night (already trying to creep back in) out because not only did he find Vogue inane his non-fat mocha was simply tasteless and he felt like adding sugar.
Kurt shivered at the thought. He hoped his depression wouldn’t go to that extent.
But it didn’t get any better. He kept on feeling this odd sense of comfort around Blaine and his lulled anxiety would make him think that maybe it wasn’t a big deal anymore and he didn’t need to talk about it. And then when he was alone he’d freak out, lose direction of what he wanted and what he was doing and he reached a point of just bursting.
He needed Mercedes.
He drove down to Lima and dropped by her house, hoping by some miracle that she’d be there. But he knew that the Glee Club had afterschool practice in McKinley on Tuesdays. This meant he needed to go back where Karofsky was. Where he could so easily lose control especially now it would be so easy with the comfort that Blaine provided fraying at the edges from the constant anxiety and anguish.
He parked his car a little away from the school so he could creep in through the gates unseen. At this moment, he could feel Karofsky even though he knew he was being paranoid but every click of heels or dropped soda can made him turn sharply around or flinch horribly.
He managed to reach the choir room but it was empty and he traced the edges of the piano feeling for the first time since he had stepped into the school calm and rational, like he could absorb the notes had been sung here earlier and was reverberating silently along the walls.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The door opened behind him and he screamed.
When he turned he saw Brittany staring back at him, a red shimmering jacket over a white top and her bangs sticking to her forehead from the sweat.
“I thought you were Karofsky.” Kurt said with a little laugh. Relieved and a little envious at the fact that New Directions had costumes and dancing.
Brittany clicked her tongue, “I told Mercedes Tater Tots would make me fat.”
Kurt sat at the piano bench still shaking a little.
Brittany grabbed a bag from the chairs, “Are you okay, Kurt?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You’re scared. You shouldn’t lie to me. We made out once.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, trust Brittany to think that meant they shared a connection.
And suddenly he realized if he’d been making up his connection to Blaine just like Brittany was doing to him. Brittany took his hand and when he saw her face she looked a little scared as well.
“You’re scared Kurt. Come to the auditorium, we’re all there. Santana is throwing a bitchy tantrum because her mom grounded her for burning down the kitchen. It’ll make you feel better.”
She smiled kindly and for that moment Kurt felt like it was exactly what he needed. To forget, to come back to the moment in his life when things were uncomplicated. When there was no Blaine or Karofsky and it was just laughter and smiles and the occasional eye-rolls at his doofus classmates in the Glee Club.
Mercedes hugged him with a “Looking Fiiine!” and chuckled as Santana threw a fluffy green shoulder drape at Sam because of course she had no idea that leaving the water boiling and then dozing off in front of the television would burn the kitchen down and why in the world did he think she had even a tendril of fault in this.
Then came her Spanish cursing and Mr. Shue buried his head in his hands as Rachel just kept on singing her solo. The others had given up and left already.
Mercedes pulled on his hand and made a gesture to go outside.
He looked around nervously as he walked down the halls.
“Stop worrying. He hasn’t come to school for the past three days.”
The news came as a shock and relief, “Really, why?”
Mercedes shrugged, “Didn’t care enough to find out.”
Kurt nodded, that made sense. He also shouldn’t care to know why Karofsky wasn’t around. It was enough that he wasn’t there.
He settled at a corner table with Mercedes.
“So what’s up? Didn’t expect to see you around before the weekend”
“Yeah well… I needed to speak to you before I went mad and static-ey phone conversation isn’t what I need at the moment.”
Mercedes looked a little worried, “What happened?”
Kurt took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, “I-had-sex-with-Blaine.”
He said impossibly fast, hoping Mercedes would understand. Her eyes bugged out and there was a huge playful smile on her face. But then before she could start teasing, she fathomed the look of utter resignation on Kurt’s face.
“You guys aren’t dating, are you?”
Kurt shook his head slowly.
“Oh. My. God. Kurt. That is like the worst thing you can do with a guy you’re trying to date!”
Kurt made a strangled noise in his throat and Mercedes looked sheepish.
“Uh…what I meant was that you need to make sure he knows it isn’t just a one night stand. Guys tend to think sex is just sex.”
And Kurt is reminded of his dad, god why didn’t he listen to him more closely. His dad had said sex would do things to his heart and it was. He’d also said he should wait till he was thirty.
His dad was wise.
Kurt willed himself to focus, “So I should confront him?”
“Damn right! And tell him how you feel. If you love him, then I’m sure he’s a gentleman and it’s gonna turn out great for you.”
Kurt felt grateful at her words, he took her hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Now come on, I’m feeling like their special triple layer sandwich!”
“Let’s split?”
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Kurt looked around a little unsurely around himself. He’s been here before but then they were having a meeting over tea in the dining and now they were in Sue’s backyard and Puck was throwing plates in the air while Rachel broke them…with her voice.
“Is it really safe doing that outside?”
Sue waved a hand at him “My neighbors are all on crack anyway.”
“I don’t blame them…” Kurt mumbled.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Sue looked at him for a moment as though she was sizing him up and then went on with her explanation, “Today we’re training. As you’ve seen Rachel’s improving her precision in the backyard so she doesn’t end up blowing the wrong person’s eardrums out. Mike is in front of the television with a karate video. He wants to be a first dan by today although I don’t see the point, he seems to forget in two weeks anyway. Quinn is in the kitchen, I ran out of ice. So tell me Porcelain, how would you like to train?”
Kurt thought for a while, “Well…I usually train with my sais and katana. It helped me increase control although I have classes for that.”
Sue seemed to think for a while, “Well have you tried using your weapons and your superpowers all at once.”
And Kurt realized he hadn’t.
“Well sweet Porcelain what are you waiting for? Get your exotic shindigs out here!”
“You mean go back to Dalton and then come back?”
Before Sue could reply Mike had entered the room.
“Did you know there was another case of arson vandalism? Last night. Coach Beiste’s house.” Mike looked worried for his coach.
Sue smiled, “You know Small Eyes that’s what I call righteousness and ‘she got what was coming to her’” She looked self satisfied.
Kurt looked a little scared. Was she really training them to be superheroes?
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Kurt knew that confronting Blaine was the right thing to do. Mercedes told him that. Or else Blaine would think that it was just sex for Kurt too when it so clearly wasn’t.
But he kept on delaying it. And the more he delayed the more he felt it was okay to delay. Maybe he was never meant to talk about it. Like what if there was an expiry date on how long after having sex you could talk about it? What if he had crossed it? Mercedes had called him and screamed at him and let him know that there was no such thing. But Kurt had such a hard time believing her.
They even met less often now, in fact not at all other than Warbler practices. Was Blaine busy or was Kurt just avoiding him? He remembered he told Blaine he had to go somewhere when Blaine approached him after their last class of the day. He wasn’t lying, he did need to go to Sue’s place for training…an hour later…but he needed to get ready right?
Like wear superhero clothes. Kurt knew he needed to have a set of them. He couldn’t have just one because he wasn’t a traditional superhero and there was something decisively creepy about having a set of identical red underwear to be worn over blue tights.
But when Blaine cornered him after practice when everyone’s left, its Blaine who looks scared and confused and in need of comfort and Kurt doesn’t have the heart to avoid him or blurt accusations on his face.
“Kurt.” Blaine sounds like his throat has dried up and he’s forcing the words out.
“Do you still like me Kurt?”
And Blaine looks like he’s refraining himself though Kurt can’t understand from what. He doesn’t look at Kurt, doesn’t make contact. This is one hell of a lousy confession but Kurt can’t complain when Blaine looks so helpless like that. So Kurt reaches out grabs him by the shoulder, tries to make some sort of contact because Blaine refuses to look up and into his eyes although that had never been a problem before.
“Of course I do.” Kurt says softly and Blaine seemed to relax in his grip, his hands scramble up to Kurt’s waist and clutched into his blazer, he seemed a little frenetic and Kurt wanted to pull him into his arms. But Blaine still held him away from himself and still doesn’t look up and when he speaks his voice shakes a little.
“Because…because I think I’m in love with you.”
And Blaine seems to wash over him in waves, its not just that Blaine pulls him into a hug then. It’s his aura and smell and presence that surrounds him and seems to swallow him whole and Kurt feels safe and comfortable and so addicted to him; like he was drowning and there was just one thing anchoring him to shore. He couldn’t say anything, do anything but kiss Blaine when he finally, finally looked at him, not that Blaine was pressurizing or trying to take things too fast.
It wasn’t like that night when things were urgent and had a sense of secrecy in the way Blaine was so quiet and stealthy. The kiss was chaste and soft and slow, maybe it was just Kurt feeling like his heart would jump out of his (untrimmed) chest.
Maybe that was how it felt like when you kissed someone you love knowing that they love you back.
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“Are you worried about your family?” Blaine asks with a kiss to his cheek, his lips linger and he kisses Kurt’s neck. Kurt startles a little.
“No…why? Should I be?” He wonders if he’s missed something.
“The arson vandalism in Lima. I saw in the news that the lady to be recently attacked works as a lunch lady at McKinley. And you seem distracted even when I’m doing this.” Blaine nips at the spot on Kurt’s neck he just kissed and Kurt shifts in his seat closer to Blaine. He sighs as Blaine kisses a trail down to his collarbone.
He curls a hand into Blaine’s curls and pulls softly, trying to enjoy this. Then Blaine pulls at a button of his shirt and his hand shoots out to stop him. Blaine raises an eyebrow and retracts his hand slowly, he shuffles to sit on the farther side of the bed, which doesn’t really put much distance between them since it’s a single bed but the gesture is enough to send the message.
“I’d usually say sorry and go away but it’s been a week. You have to tell me your boundaries.”
And Kurt feels like crying a little because it’s due to his initial lack of boundaries that he flinches from Blaine’s touch like this.
“Blaine I think you know I’m not a virgin.” And he’s done it. He’s finally gotten around to the topic. Kurt feels relief and a new sort of dread flood him and he grabs Blaine’s hand that was resting on the space on the bed between them.
Blaine looks a little taken aback, he opens his mouth and closes it again and then repeats the action like a fish, “Wow Kurt…I uh… I didn’t-
“And I know you’re not a virgin.” Kurt tries to desperately imply their consummation without expressly saying it. He would probably die out of embarrassment.
Blaine opens and closes his mouth like a fish for a while again before letting out a breath, he blinks as though he’s trying to steady himself, “I guess…you could say that…I mean depends on what you count as virginity…I mean I’ve gotten a blowjob before.”
Blaine is babbling and Kurt is losing his patience because the longer this stretches out the more tense he’s becoming, “I mean sex, Blaine! Like take it up the ass sex! Like us!”
“Us? You mean you want to have sex? But you hardly let me touch you!”
“No! I meant we did it already, here! On my bed!”
And Blaine looks down at the sheets in wonder as though he’s trying to imagine having sex with Kurt where they’re lounging right now.
“Kurt I did not have sex with you!” Blaine stops and thinks about it, “I mean I want to…like quite a lot but I haven’t”
“You did!”
“I would remember Kurt! Trust me I would remember even if I was high and I never took drugs in my life! Well other than aspirin and antibiotics and...you know what I mean!”
“But I remember!” Kurt doesn’t know when his voice rose but once he started talking about it, it was like a floodgate had opened and he couldn’t stop, “I was sleeping, you came in when I was damn asleep, Blaine! And then you kissed me and I was still so sleepy but I couldn’t not kiss you back and-
And suddenly Blaine’s face broke into a large, perverted grin from the perplexed look he had on a second ago. He caught Kurt’s flailing hands and pinned them above him on the bed rolling him onto his back as he climbed on top of him and kissed him silent. And this kiss seemed urgent, uncontrolled and needy.
“Kurt…” His name came out as a low growl, “I didn’t know” He kissed Kurt again, “That you had a dirty dream about me.” And Blaine kissed him again pinning his hands harder into the bed, “That’s so hot”. This time when Kurt pushed him off it was harder than he’d meant and Blaine looked a little dazzled from where he’d fallen off the bed but Kurt couldn’t care, his head was swimming.
“A dream…”
Blaine reaches his hand out for Kurt to take, “Yeah.” Kurt does, “and as soon as you get over this me touching you thing, we should work on making that a reality.”
And even though he feels the anxiety flow out of his body as he looks at Blaine cheeks slightly pink from their conversation while he softly caresses Kurt’s fingers, Kurt finds himself not believing him.
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“You’re angry. Why are you so angry?” Brittany says as she cups one of Santana’s cheeks in her hands.
“Because I told you I don’t like labels and I told you I couldn’t be with you because I don’t want to be labeled. But I lied.”
Brittany looks perplexed as she holds Santana’s face in her hands and presses their foreheads together and Santana takes a deep breath, calming herself down as Brittany caresses her cheek.
“But the truth is…” And Brittany hates how close to tears Santana sounds, she hates how sad she is. Brittany felt that no matter what, Santana should exude her confidence and damn care attitude. But this was Santana breaking in her arms and it was her fault.
“I love you and I don’t care about Sam or those other guys because I want to be with you.”
And Santana looks so sincere, she looks scared like she’s just ripped open her heart and left it open for Brittany to see and Brittany doesn’t know what to do with the responsibility. She loves Santana and at moment that’s what seems to be important at that moment and Brittany clings to the thought.
“I love you too.”
And Santana pulls her impossibly close, her breathing picks up like she’s just found air after being forced to stay underwater.
“Please…” Her voice cracks and the sound goes straight to Brittany’s heart, “Please say you want to be with me too.”
And Brittany’s head buzzes because she’s certain that there is a right answer and there is a wrong answer to that which has nothing to do with the way she feels and what she has to do to do the right thing. In the end it just boils down to the truth.
“I so want to be with you Santana but I can’t break up with Artie.”
“Artie? That wheelchair pity party?”
“Yeah, I love him too.” And Brittany let’s go of Santana’s face with a startle, she could swear that her skin just became fiery hot and she couldn’t even look into her eyes. They seemed to be ablaze with fiery rage.
Santana backed away with disgust.
“But he’s just a boy.” The last word came out as a low growl.
“I know, he’s my boyfriend. I can’t break up with him. It’s not fair.”
That made Santana look just that much angrier so that Brittany was too scared to approach her and coax her and she allowed her to storm off in a rage.
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When Blaine leaned forward to kiss him Kurt met him halfway. He felt Blaine push him backwards until his back hit the hallway wall. He wanted to tell Blaine that they were in a public place but he knew the real reason why he wanted to push Blaine away.
A reason that Blaine was being very patient about and a reason that Kurt knew shouldn’t be a valid reason to push Blaine away but couldn’t help but pushing him away anyway.
Sometimes Kurt felt he should at least try and get over it.
So he lets Blaine caress his neck softly as they kiss. Blaine kisses him slow and chaste and Kurt enjoys the soft, loving pressure. Blaine’s hands trails down so that his fingers skirt under his collar and Kurt gasps. Blaine takes it as encouragement and licks Kurt’s lips.
Kurt flicks his own tongue out and Blaine groans low in his throat and grinds forward, their hips align and Kurt pushes hard against Blaine’s chest.
Kurt tries to apologize but Blaine holds his hand before he can get a word out and Kurt falls silent.
“I have a Chem practical now.” He says and kisses Kurt’s cheek before leaving.
Kurt leans back against the wall and takes a deep breath, pulling his tie loose. He knows he should believe Blaine when he insists that they’ve never been together (no matter how much he wants to be) but Kurt just can’t, he remembers the sore pain in his lower back afterwards and he’s confused and wonders if he’s imagined that too.
Kurt wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand when someone pushes a handkerchief to his face. Kurt takes it with a grateful smile.
“Thanks Jeff.” He says as he wipes his hand and then his forehead, “I’ll wash this, then return it.” Kurt gestures towards the handkerchief and then proceeds to put it inside his pocket. But Jeff snatches it away before he can protest.
“Uh…no. That won’t be necessary. I’ve got many.” Jeff smiles uneasily and so Kurt lets it go and they stand in silence for a while.
“You okay?” Jeff finally breaks the silence and Kurt looks at him like he’s just realized he’s there.
“Yeah…Yeah I am”
The taller blonde raises his eyebrow skeptically.
“Okay…so maybe Blaine and I are going through a rough patch.” He concedes with a laugh forced to sound nonchalant.
“Already?” And it’s comes as a little high pitched, Jeff sobers down, “I mean…uh…You guys just started out.”
“Yeah…” And Kurt sounds a little worried. Jeff reaches out to hold his arm.
“What happened?” Kurt looks a little suspiciously at the curiosity, “I mean…uh…if you want to talk about it. I’ll listen.” Kurt’s face relaxes.
“Well…”
“I can even help. I give awesome advice.” Jeff makes a puppy face at him and Kurt chuckles. He is hesitant to talk about their relationship with Jeff but it’s been way too long and he’d rather share their embarrassing situation than lose Blaine completely. He could use some awesome advice right now.
Kurt takes a deep breath, “We’re having intimacy problems.” He lets go of his breath and waits for Jeff’s reaction.
Jeff looks startled for a while, “Like?”
“Like I can’t take my shirt off in front of him.”
Jeff chuckles and looks fondly at Kurt, he touches his cheek, “You’re just shy.”
The gesture feels oddly intimate; it makes Kurt feel like he can trust Jeff.
“It’s not that. I had this very vivid dream of Blaine and I…uh…doing it.” Jeff’s cheeks colour, “So vivid that I don’t think I was dreaming. It’s frustrating and I don’t understand it.”
Jeff brings the hand on Kurt’s cheek to his shoulder and grips tight, Kurt winces when he thinks that that was where Blaine had bit him right before coming, if the mark was still there he could show it to Blaine but it was long gone and Kurt’s afraid he had imagined that too.
“I…I can’t trust Blaine…I don’t believe him when he says I dreamt it. I mean…I tell him I do and I want to believe him but deep down I can’t and sometimes…” Kurt leans in closer, “I feel like I’m losing my mind. After all, why would he lie to me about it?”
Kurt looks at Jeff terrified, he looks like he needs someone to tell him that he’s not crazy and Jeff knows he isn’t, “You’re not losing your mind, Kurt. You’re the most put together person I know. You’re no more crazy than the next singing genius I know.”
Kurt lets out a huff and Jeff thinks he looks more like his normal self all haughty like this than when he thinks he’s on the verge of losing his mind, “That’s occurred to me too you know, that Blaine’s the one who’s lost his mind.”
Jeff smiles as though Kurt just shared a joke but Kurt looks dead serious so Jeff doesn’t press it. Kurt takes a deep breath and pulls himself up straight and away from Jeff.
“You can’t bottle stuff like that up from Blaine.” Jeff says finally as Kurt seems like he’s about to leave.
“Should I tell him?”
“You should…”
“What if we can’t solve anything?”
“Then break up with him.”
Jeff looks so sincere as he says it that it takes Kurt by surprise and the words are heavy in his head, creeping like dread into his heart.
break up with him
Kurt walks slowly away from Jeff as the other boy goes off into the other direction. He’s a little absent minded and so he doesn’t notice until too late that Nick is right in front of him and they collide. Nick holds him by the waist and helps him stand before he can tumble to the ground.
“Sorry dude, I wasn’t looking at where I was going.” Nick says sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
“My fault!” Jeff speaks up from beside them and Kurt startles, he looks behind him and there is no one.
“I could swear you…” He trails off.
“I what?”
Kurt takes him by the arm and pulls him a little further away from Nick.
“Forget about it. I just wanted to tell you to keep our conversation a complete secret.”
“Which one?”
“The one we just had over there.” And Kurt jerks a thumb behind them and Jeff looks at him like he’s suddenly started spouting gibberish.
“What are you talking about?”
“You know…about Blaine!”
“Kurt, I was in chemistry practical with Nick for the past hour, Blaine joined us late though but you can ask him once he’s done.”
Kurt lets go of Jeff like he was just burned.
Jeff pats his back and waves goodbye as he joins Nick and walks off.
Kurt looks at Jeff’s retreating back in alarm.
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“Damn that arsonist vandal!” Sue slammed the newspaper on the table.
“I thought you liked him.” Puck shrugged.
“That was before they went and attacked the nursing home! Although it was just the staffing quarters but it was too close to Jean for my comfort. It’s blood! I call for BLOOD!”
“We’re not your henchmen!”
“Well Loud Cat you broke plates equivalent to 312 dollars and 84 cents. As soon as you pay that back you can tell me you’re not my henchman…Henchwoman.” Sue looked Rachel up and down once, “Henchman.”
“Guys…Brittany just called. It’s about Artie. She was crying and saying how she likes him better when he’s not a Sheesh Kebab. I think he called her to tell her that his house was on fire and that he was going to die.” Quinn said looking both confused and scared
“Another arsonist attack? Where’s Porcelain? Call Porcelain!”
Puck ran out into the backyard and called Kurt out from where he was trying to practice using his Sais at super speed.
“Porcelain! Ice Princess!”
“My name is not Ice-
“Go to Kid in Wheelchair’s house-
“His name is-
“Porcelain, run over there fast and try and catch this vandal while you…”
Kurt didn’t stick around to hear the rest of her orders. He sprinted off still clutching his Sais towards Artie’s house as fast as he could run.
Kurt didn’t know how long it took him but it was easy to spot the house with flames lapping out of the ground level windows and black smoke streaming out almost unnoticeable against the dark night air.
Kurt didn’t have much hope that the vandal would stick around but he charged right into the fire hoping that maybe he would be able to save Artie.
“Artie!” He called as loud as he could manage, his throat feeling itchy ad chocked up from the dark smoke surrounding him.
He forgot that he wasn’t immune to fire or deadly smoke. He was sure he was going to faint soon when he heard a distant ‘help!’ coming surprisingly from outside. Kurt gladly ran out of the house and out onto the back towards the yard and he called out to Artie again.
And he saw him crouched against the back wall, whimpering against a female figure crouching over him. His hair was on fire and Kurt heard a wicked cackle. Kurt rushed forward and pulled her off him, the impact throwing her onto the ground a few yards away from them.
When she scrambled up, Kurt saw that her face was masked. There was a scream of rage and Kurt saw a ball of fire coming towards him. He was terrified and for a moment he just stared at the blinding light getting brighter and brighter when Artie cried out in pain and suddenly Kurt startled picked Artie up effortlessly and ran over onto the side, the flame missing them by a hair and slamming into the wall that was behind them, where it started eating into it, spreading and crawling outwards to burn a bigger area of the house
He was lucky that his legs were faster than his reflexes.
He put Artie down and rushed towards the vandal, he heard sirens of the firefighter’s truck in the distance. The vandal would try and run away and that was better because he could easily outrun her except she didn’t as he approached, instead encircling herself in a circle of flame, it was thick so that Kurt could not run past it and she started throwing more balls of fire at him. He dodged them but that was all he could do at the moment. He cursed loudly hoping that Quinn would get here faster than those firefighters could but hoping for her to arrive starts to seem like a bad idea as one fireball singes his blue sweater.
Kurt is suddenly taken over with rage as he runs over to where he had dropped his Sais and attempts to spin it fast enough to beat the flames away that surround the vandal. His sais start melting and the rubber becomes hot against his hand.
There is another cackle and another particularly large fireball that he only manages to dodge because he trips over his own super fast feet and falls flat on his face.
Kurt is so distraught and angry that he just growls as he picks himself up and throws his wilting rubber Sai straight towards the vandal. There’s an ‘Ow!’ and she falls to the ground the fire surrounding her dying out into a thin strand as some of it had managed to catch onto the grass on the ground and Kurt rushes forward and picks her up.
The vandal is knocked out, there’s a burn mark on her forehead where the melting rubber from the Sai had hit her skin, Kurt peels off her mask already hanging half off her face and stares.
“Santana?!?”
End Note: I would love if you gave feedback but thanks for reading anyway! And I hope you noted that I will only be promoting in gleeficfrom Part III because I'm not 100% sure of the endgame.
Pairing: Klaine, (a little bit)Kurtofsky, (pre) Brittana
Rating: R (violence, references to dub-con issues)
WordCount: ~5800
Genre: Fantasy!AU, Drama(Cause Karofsky's an asshole), Crack (Cause Sue's innit)
Warnings: References to Dub!Con issues from the previous installment The story loosely follows a canon format but it IS AU so be prepared for deviations.
Verse Summary: Kurt Hummel is not your average teenager. He's a super hero, what he hadn't known was that there are more like him.
Installment Summary: Kurt starts dating Blaine but they have problems, Jeff acts weird and there is a certain (lovable) Pyro wreaking Havoc around Lima
Co-creator: longas91
Beta: alexxasick
Author's Note: Inspired by longas91's brilliant art here and here and also his brilliant ideas on who should have what power. He kind of created it really (in utter awe of him and his drawings). Also you should totally check out this one. It's when Dave goes to Kurt's room as Blaine (It's a PG drawing so Work Safe!)
Another Note: From the third part it's going to be a linked multichapter (surprise! We (Nes and I) came up with plot!) and since we don't know the endgame I'll only be posting it in gleefic
Part I
“Kurt!”
And Kurt felt like he was lifted from an impossibly low place, like he wasn’t just existing but life had returned to him in all its glory and wonder.
Blaine came running up to him and Kurt glowed a little bit inside as the boy slowed down to a stop beside him.
“Blaine…” he might have sounded a little breathless but he couldn’t help it. Not after he remembers what he’d done with Blaine, it wasn’t his fault that it made him a little giddy and embarrassed around the other boy.
He’d spent the whole night lying in bed, looking up at the dark ceiling, surrounded in the musk of sweat and sex and feeling like a dirty whore. Kurt had never thought of sex, had never contemplated on doing it with anyone, hadn’t ever pretended that someone else was touching him while masturbating, but in his sleep-induced haze, he had seen Blaine, seen his composure, his body and remembered.
He remembered how he felt around Blaine, how Blaine pulled him in with his soft, friendly touches and calm understanding words. And when Blaine kissed him he knew he wanted him, wanted whatever Blaine wanted because he loved Blaine. Blaine was very quiet and it unsettled Kurt but Blaine’s little grunts and sounds of pleasure reassured him, the way he had touched him, he hadn’t felt used, he felt loved.
That was until Blaine had run away. And then it was dread, dread, dead…
“Wanna grab coffee?” Blaine asked with an adorable tilt of his head and Kurt was relieved. He couldn’t come right out and talk about it. There was too much he felt, he wanted to do so that he was overwhelmed. The last thing he needed to do was freak Blaine out with how much he loved him.
So he’d leave it up to Blaine. Blaine had come to him and Blaine would ease the conversation out over coffee like he could with every other thing that had been difficult in Kurt’s life.
But it was all that that evening turned out to be: coffee. He was touched that Blaine knew his coffee order. It gave him a warm sort of feeling. But that was just an effect of being around Blaine. Feeling warm and protected.
But the way Blaine was still so casual, so unaffected was a little disconcerting. To some extent Kurt knew that they weren’t dating. He knew he was too easy and with the way Blaine had ran out had him scared shitless. But when Blaine approached him he had dared to hope and now as the evening played out it seemed like he had hoped too much.
He wondered if Blaine thought of it as a mistake. It wasn’t a mistake for Kurt. And Kurt had decided in the tossing and turning of the night that even if Blaine told him so, he wouldn’t regret having done it. He couldn’t have thought of a better person to give his first time to…even though he was sort of an asshole to take it from him and not acknowledge it. It created tendrils of doubt in his mind, threads of clawing unease that he had to wave out constantly.
Okay. He promised himself he wouldn’t be a prissy girl and play the blame game.
But Kurt did expect to talk about it no matter what but Blaine didn’t even give him an opening to begin. It was like Blaine was trying to ignore the occurrence of any such bonding between them in his inane conversation. (Kurt can’t believe he’d think the July Vogue edition as inane but sometimes things just seemed relatively more important)
“Kurt, are you okay?” Blaine asked suddenly and this was Kurt’s chance. All he needed to do was ask Blaine what last night had meant to him and the question was on his lips, the weight of the words on the tip of his tongue.
“Yeah…” He sighed shakily and chickened out. Being with Blaine felt like it always felt. Nice and comfortable. He could say anything he wanted to but didn’t want to ruin the way everything just seemed to fit by bringing up a less than unpleasant topic for Blaine. If Blaine wasn’t breaching the subject then maybe there was nothing to breach. He was new at this sex thing, maybe that is how it worked.
You don’t talk about it.
You just do it and it’s at a whole different level of actions of love over loving words.
But even as he tried to convince himself that staying silent was the best option he could tell it was going to be hard and Kurt wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep the cryptic thoughts of last night (already trying to creep back in) out because not only did he find Vogue inane his non-fat mocha was simply tasteless and he felt like adding sugar.
Kurt shivered at the thought. He hoped his depression wouldn’t go to that extent.
But it didn’t get any better. He kept on feeling this odd sense of comfort around Blaine and his lulled anxiety would make him think that maybe it wasn’t a big deal anymore and he didn’t need to talk about it. And then when he was alone he’d freak out, lose direction of what he wanted and what he was doing and he reached a point of just bursting.
He needed Mercedes.
He drove down to Lima and dropped by her house, hoping by some miracle that she’d be there. But he knew that the Glee Club had afterschool practice in McKinley on Tuesdays. This meant he needed to go back where Karofsky was. Where he could so easily lose control especially now it would be so easy with the comfort that Blaine provided fraying at the edges from the constant anxiety and anguish.
He parked his car a little away from the school so he could creep in through the gates unseen. At this moment, he could feel Karofsky even though he knew he was being paranoid but every click of heels or dropped soda can made him turn sharply around or flinch horribly.
He managed to reach the choir room but it was empty and he traced the edges of the piano feeling for the first time since he had stepped into the school calm and rational, like he could absorb the notes had been sung here earlier and was reverberating silently along the walls.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The door opened behind him and he screamed.
When he turned he saw Brittany staring back at him, a red shimmering jacket over a white top and her bangs sticking to her forehead from the sweat.
“I thought you were Karofsky.” Kurt said with a little laugh. Relieved and a little envious at the fact that New Directions had costumes and dancing.
Brittany clicked her tongue, “I told Mercedes Tater Tots would make me fat.”
Kurt sat at the piano bench still shaking a little.
Brittany grabbed a bag from the chairs, “Are you okay, Kurt?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You’re scared. You shouldn’t lie to me. We made out once.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, trust Brittany to think that meant they shared a connection.
And suddenly he realized if he’d been making up his connection to Blaine just like Brittany was doing to him. Brittany took his hand and when he saw her face she looked a little scared as well.
“You’re scared Kurt. Come to the auditorium, we’re all there. Santana is throwing a bitchy tantrum because her mom grounded her for burning down the kitchen. It’ll make you feel better.”
She smiled kindly and for that moment Kurt felt like it was exactly what he needed. To forget, to come back to the moment in his life when things were uncomplicated. When there was no Blaine or Karofsky and it was just laughter and smiles and the occasional eye-rolls at his doofus classmates in the Glee Club.
Mercedes hugged him with a “Looking Fiiine!” and chuckled as Santana threw a fluffy green shoulder drape at Sam because of course she had no idea that leaving the water boiling and then dozing off in front of the television would burn the kitchen down and why in the world did he think she had even a tendril of fault in this.
Then came her Spanish cursing and Mr. Shue buried his head in his hands as Rachel just kept on singing her solo. The others had given up and left already.
Mercedes pulled on his hand and made a gesture to go outside.
He looked around nervously as he walked down the halls.
“Stop worrying. He hasn’t come to school for the past three days.”
The news came as a shock and relief, “Really, why?”
Mercedes shrugged, “Didn’t care enough to find out.”
Kurt nodded, that made sense. He also shouldn’t care to know why Karofsky wasn’t around. It was enough that he wasn’t there.
He settled at a corner table with Mercedes.
“So what’s up? Didn’t expect to see you around before the weekend”
“Yeah well… I needed to speak to you before I went mad and static-ey phone conversation isn’t what I need at the moment.”
Mercedes looked a little worried, “What happened?”
Kurt took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, “I-had-sex-with-Blaine.”
He said impossibly fast, hoping Mercedes would understand. Her eyes bugged out and there was a huge playful smile on her face. But then before she could start teasing, she fathomed the look of utter resignation on Kurt’s face.
“You guys aren’t dating, are you?”
Kurt shook his head slowly.
“Oh. My. God. Kurt. That is like the worst thing you can do with a guy you’re trying to date!”
Kurt made a strangled noise in his throat and Mercedes looked sheepish.
“Uh…what I meant was that you need to make sure he knows it isn’t just a one night stand. Guys tend to think sex is just sex.”
And Kurt is reminded of his dad, god why didn’t he listen to him more closely. His dad had said sex would do things to his heart and it was. He’d also said he should wait till he was thirty.
His dad was wise.
Kurt willed himself to focus, “So I should confront him?”
“Damn right! And tell him how you feel. If you love him, then I’m sure he’s a gentleman and it’s gonna turn out great for you.”
Kurt felt grateful at her words, he took her hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Now come on, I’m feeling like their special triple layer sandwich!”
“Let’s split?”
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Kurt looked around a little unsurely around himself. He’s been here before but then they were having a meeting over tea in the dining and now they were in Sue’s backyard and Puck was throwing plates in the air while Rachel broke them…with her voice.
“Is it really safe doing that outside?”
Sue waved a hand at him “My neighbors are all on crack anyway.”
“I don’t blame them…” Kurt mumbled.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Sue looked at him for a moment as though she was sizing him up and then went on with her explanation, “Today we’re training. As you’ve seen Rachel’s improving her precision in the backyard so she doesn’t end up blowing the wrong person’s eardrums out. Mike is in front of the television with a karate video. He wants to be a first dan by today although I don’t see the point, he seems to forget in two weeks anyway. Quinn is in the kitchen, I ran out of ice. So tell me Porcelain, how would you like to train?”
Kurt thought for a while, “Well…I usually train with my sais and katana. It helped me increase control although I have classes for that.”
Sue seemed to think for a while, “Well have you tried using your weapons and your superpowers all at once.”
And Kurt realized he hadn’t.
“Well sweet Porcelain what are you waiting for? Get your exotic shindigs out here!”
“You mean go back to Dalton and then come back?”
Before Sue could reply Mike had entered the room.
“Did you know there was another case of arson vandalism? Last night. Coach Beiste’s house.” Mike looked worried for his coach.
Sue smiled, “You know Small Eyes that’s what I call righteousness and ‘she got what was coming to her’” She looked self satisfied.
Kurt looked a little scared. Was she really training them to be superheroes?
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Kurt knew that confronting Blaine was the right thing to do. Mercedes told him that. Or else Blaine would think that it was just sex for Kurt too when it so clearly wasn’t.
But he kept on delaying it. And the more he delayed the more he felt it was okay to delay. Maybe he was never meant to talk about it. Like what if there was an expiry date on how long after having sex you could talk about it? What if he had crossed it? Mercedes had called him and screamed at him and let him know that there was no such thing. But Kurt had such a hard time believing her.
They even met less often now, in fact not at all other than Warbler practices. Was Blaine busy or was Kurt just avoiding him? He remembered he told Blaine he had to go somewhere when Blaine approached him after their last class of the day. He wasn’t lying, he did need to go to Sue’s place for training…an hour later…but he needed to get ready right?
Like wear superhero clothes. Kurt knew he needed to have a set of them. He couldn’t have just one because he wasn’t a traditional superhero and there was something decisively creepy about having a set of identical red underwear to be worn over blue tights.
But when Blaine cornered him after practice when everyone’s left, its Blaine who looks scared and confused and in need of comfort and Kurt doesn’t have the heart to avoid him or blurt accusations on his face.
“Kurt.” Blaine sounds like his throat has dried up and he’s forcing the words out.
“Do you still like me Kurt?”
And Blaine looks like he’s refraining himself though Kurt can’t understand from what. He doesn’t look at Kurt, doesn’t make contact. This is one hell of a lousy confession but Kurt can’t complain when Blaine looks so helpless like that. So Kurt reaches out grabs him by the shoulder, tries to make some sort of contact because Blaine refuses to look up and into his eyes although that had never been a problem before.
“Of course I do.” Kurt says softly and Blaine seemed to relax in his grip, his hands scramble up to Kurt’s waist and clutched into his blazer, he seemed a little frenetic and Kurt wanted to pull him into his arms. But Blaine still held him away from himself and still doesn’t look up and when he speaks his voice shakes a little.
“Because…because I think I’m in love with you.”
And Blaine seems to wash over him in waves, its not just that Blaine pulls him into a hug then. It’s his aura and smell and presence that surrounds him and seems to swallow him whole and Kurt feels safe and comfortable and so addicted to him; like he was drowning and there was just one thing anchoring him to shore. He couldn’t say anything, do anything but kiss Blaine when he finally, finally looked at him, not that Blaine was pressurizing or trying to take things too fast.
It wasn’t like that night when things were urgent and had a sense of secrecy in the way Blaine was so quiet and stealthy. The kiss was chaste and soft and slow, maybe it was just Kurt feeling like his heart would jump out of his (untrimmed) chest.
Maybe that was how it felt like when you kissed someone you love knowing that they love you back.
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“Are you worried about your family?” Blaine asks with a kiss to his cheek, his lips linger and he kisses Kurt’s neck. Kurt startles a little.
“No…why? Should I be?” He wonders if he’s missed something.
“The arson vandalism in Lima. I saw in the news that the lady to be recently attacked works as a lunch lady at McKinley. And you seem distracted even when I’m doing this.” Blaine nips at the spot on Kurt’s neck he just kissed and Kurt shifts in his seat closer to Blaine. He sighs as Blaine kisses a trail down to his collarbone.
He curls a hand into Blaine’s curls and pulls softly, trying to enjoy this. Then Blaine pulls at a button of his shirt and his hand shoots out to stop him. Blaine raises an eyebrow and retracts his hand slowly, he shuffles to sit on the farther side of the bed, which doesn’t really put much distance between them since it’s a single bed but the gesture is enough to send the message.
“I’d usually say sorry and go away but it’s been a week. You have to tell me your boundaries.”
And Kurt feels like crying a little because it’s due to his initial lack of boundaries that he flinches from Blaine’s touch like this.
“Blaine I think you know I’m not a virgin.” And he’s done it. He’s finally gotten around to the topic. Kurt feels relief and a new sort of dread flood him and he grabs Blaine’s hand that was resting on the space on the bed between them.
Blaine looks a little taken aback, he opens his mouth and closes it again and then repeats the action like a fish, “Wow Kurt…I uh… I didn’t-
“And I know you’re not a virgin.” Kurt tries to desperately imply their consummation without expressly saying it. He would probably die out of embarrassment.
Blaine opens and closes his mouth like a fish for a while again before letting out a breath, he blinks as though he’s trying to steady himself, “I guess…you could say that…I mean depends on what you count as virginity…I mean I’ve gotten a blowjob before.”
Blaine is babbling and Kurt is losing his patience because the longer this stretches out the more tense he’s becoming, “I mean sex, Blaine! Like take it up the ass sex! Like us!”
“Us? You mean you want to have sex? But you hardly let me touch you!”
“No! I meant we did it already, here! On my bed!”
And Blaine looks down at the sheets in wonder as though he’s trying to imagine having sex with Kurt where they’re lounging right now.
“Kurt I did not have sex with you!” Blaine stops and thinks about it, “I mean I want to…like quite a lot but I haven’t”
“You did!”
“I would remember Kurt! Trust me I would remember even if I was high and I never took drugs in my life! Well other than aspirin and antibiotics and...you know what I mean!”
“But I remember!” Kurt doesn’t know when his voice rose but once he started talking about it, it was like a floodgate had opened and he couldn’t stop, “I was sleeping, you came in when I was damn asleep, Blaine! And then you kissed me and I was still so sleepy but I couldn’t not kiss you back and-
And suddenly Blaine’s face broke into a large, perverted grin from the perplexed look he had on a second ago. He caught Kurt’s flailing hands and pinned them above him on the bed rolling him onto his back as he climbed on top of him and kissed him silent. And this kiss seemed urgent, uncontrolled and needy.
“Kurt…” His name came out as a low growl, “I didn’t know” He kissed Kurt again, “That you had a dirty dream about me.” And Blaine kissed him again pinning his hands harder into the bed, “That’s so hot”. This time when Kurt pushed him off it was harder than he’d meant and Blaine looked a little dazzled from where he’d fallen off the bed but Kurt couldn’t care, his head was swimming.
“A dream…”
Blaine reaches his hand out for Kurt to take, “Yeah.” Kurt does, “and as soon as you get over this me touching you thing, we should work on making that a reality.”
And even though he feels the anxiety flow out of his body as he looks at Blaine cheeks slightly pink from their conversation while he softly caresses Kurt’s fingers, Kurt finds himself not believing him.
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“You’re angry. Why are you so angry?” Brittany says as she cups one of Santana’s cheeks in her hands.
“Because I told you I don’t like labels and I told you I couldn’t be with you because I don’t want to be labeled. But I lied.”
Brittany looks perplexed as she holds Santana’s face in her hands and presses their foreheads together and Santana takes a deep breath, calming herself down as Brittany caresses her cheek.
“But the truth is…” And Brittany hates how close to tears Santana sounds, she hates how sad she is. Brittany felt that no matter what, Santana should exude her confidence and damn care attitude. But this was Santana breaking in her arms and it was her fault.
“I love you and I don’t care about Sam or those other guys because I want to be with you.”
And Santana looks so sincere, she looks scared like she’s just ripped open her heart and left it open for Brittany to see and Brittany doesn’t know what to do with the responsibility. She loves Santana and at moment that’s what seems to be important at that moment and Brittany clings to the thought.
“I love you too.”
And Santana pulls her impossibly close, her breathing picks up like she’s just found air after being forced to stay underwater.
“Please…” Her voice cracks and the sound goes straight to Brittany’s heart, “Please say you want to be with me too.”
And Brittany’s head buzzes because she’s certain that there is a right answer and there is a wrong answer to that which has nothing to do with the way she feels and what she has to do to do the right thing. In the end it just boils down to the truth.
“I so want to be with you Santana but I can’t break up with Artie.”
“Artie? That wheelchair pity party?”
“Yeah, I love him too.” And Brittany let’s go of Santana’s face with a startle, she could swear that her skin just became fiery hot and she couldn’t even look into her eyes. They seemed to be ablaze with fiery rage.
Santana backed away with disgust.
“But he’s just a boy.” The last word came out as a low growl.
“I know, he’s my boyfriend. I can’t break up with him. It’s not fair.”
That made Santana look just that much angrier so that Brittany was too scared to approach her and coax her and she allowed her to storm off in a rage.
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When Blaine leaned forward to kiss him Kurt met him halfway. He felt Blaine push him backwards until his back hit the hallway wall. He wanted to tell Blaine that they were in a public place but he knew the real reason why he wanted to push Blaine away.
A reason that Blaine was being very patient about and a reason that Kurt knew shouldn’t be a valid reason to push Blaine away but couldn’t help but pushing him away anyway.
Sometimes Kurt felt he should at least try and get over it.
So he lets Blaine caress his neck softly as they kiss. Blaine kisses him slow and chaste and Kurt enjoys the soft, loving pressure. Blaine’s hands trails down so that his fingers skirt under his collar and Kurt gasps. Blaine takes it as encouragement and licks Kurt’s lips.
Kurt flicks his own tongue out and Blaine groans low in his throat and grinds forward, their hips align and Kurt pushes hard against Blaine’s chest.
Kurt tries to apologize but Blaine holds his hand before he can get a word out and Kurt falls silent.
“I have a Chem practical now.” He says and kisses Kurt’s cheek before leaving.
Kurt leans back against the wall and takes a deep breath, pulling his tie loose. He knows he should believe Blaine when he insists that they’ve never been together (no matter how much he wants to be) but Kurt just can’t, he remembers the sore pain in his lower back afterwards and he’s confused and wonders if he’s imagined that too.
Kurt wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand when someone pushes a handkerchief to his face. Kurt takes it with a grateful smile.
“Thanks Jeff.” He says as he wipes his hand and then his forehead, “I’ll wash this, then return it.” Kurt gestures towards the handkerchief and then proceeds to put it inside his pocket. But Jeff snatches it away before he can protest.
“Uh…no. That won’t be necessary. I’ve got many.” Jeff smiles uneasily and so Kurt lets it go and they stand in silence for a while.
“You okay?” Jeff finally breaks the silence and Kurt looks at him like he’s just realized he’s there.
“Yeah…Yeah I am”
The taller blonde raises his eyebrow skeptically.
“Okay…so maybe Blaine and I are going through a rough patch.” He concedes with a laugh forced to sound nonchalant.
“Already?” And it’s comes as a little high pitched, Jeff sobers down, “I mean…uh…You guys just started out.”
“Yeah…” And Kurt sounds a little worried. Jeff reaches out to hold his arm.
“What happened?” Kurt looks a little suspiciously at the curiosity, “I mean…uh…if you want to talk about it. I’ll listen.” Kurt’s face relaxes.
“Well…”
“I can even help. I give awesome advice.” Jeff makes a puppy face at him and Kurt chuckles. He is hesitant to talk about their relationship with Jeff but it’s been way too long and he’d rather share their embarrassing situation than lose Blaine completely. He could use some awesome advice right now.
Kurt takes a deep breath, “We’re having intimacy problems.” He lets go of his breath and waits for Jeff’s reaction.
Jeff looks startled for a while, “Like?”
“Like I can’t take my shirt off in front of him.”
Jeff chuckles and looks fondly at Kurt, he touches his cheek, “You’re just shy.”
The gesture feels oddly intimate; it makes Kurt feel like he can trust Jeff.
“It’s not that. I had this very vivid dream of Blaine and I…uh…doing it.” Jeff’s cheeks colour, “So vivid that I don’t think I was dreaming. It’s frustrating and I don’t understand it.”
Jeff brings the hand on Kurt’s cheek to his shoulder and grips tight, Kurt winces when he thinks that that was where Blaine had bit him right before coming, if the mark was still there he could show it to Blaine but it was long gone and Kurt’s afraid he had imagined that too.
“I…I can’t trust Blaine…I don’t believe him when he says I dreamt it. I mean…I tell him I do and I want to believe him but deep down I can’t and sometimes…” Kurt leans in closer, “I feel like I’m losing my mind. After all, why would he lie to me about it?”
Kurt looks at Jeff terrified, he looks like he needs someone to tell him that he’s not crazy and Jeff knows he isn’t, “You’re not losing your mind, Kurt. You’re the most put together person I know. You’re no more crazy than the next singing genius I know.”
Kurt lets out a huff and Jeff thinks he looks more like his normal self all haughty like this than when he thinks he’s on the verge of losing his mind, “That’s occurred to me too you know, that Blaine’s the one who’s lost his mind.”
Jeff smiles as though Kurt just shared a joke but Kurt looks dead serious so Jeff doesn’t press it. Kurt takes a deep breath and pulls himself up straight and away from Jeff.
“You can’t bottle stuff like that up from Blaine.” Jeff says finally as Kurt seems like he’s about to leave.
“Should I tell him?”
“You should…”
“What if we can’t solve anything?”
“Then break up with him.”
Jeff looks so sincere as he says it that it takes Kurt by surprise and the words are heavy in his head, creeping like dread into his heart.
break up with him
Kurt walks slowly away from Jeff as the other boy goes off into the other direction. He’s a little absent minded and so he doesn’t notice until too late that Nick is right in front of him and they collide. Nick holds him by the waist and helps him stand before he can tumble to the ground.
“Sorry dude, I wasn’t looking at where I was going.” Nick says sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
“My fault!” Jeff speaks up from beside them and Kurt startles, he looks behind him and there is no one.
“I could swear you…” He trails off.
“I what?”
Kurt takes him by the arm and pulls him a little further away from Nick.
“Forget about it. I just wanted to tell you to keep our conversation a complete secret.”
“Which one?”
“The one we just had over there.” And Kurt jerks a thumb behind them and Jeff looks at him like he’s suddenly started spouting gibberish.
“What are you talking about?”
“You know…about Blaine!”
“Kurt, I was in chemistry practical with Nick for the past hour, Blaine joined us late though but you can ask him once he’s done.”
Kurt lets go of Jeff like he was just burned.
Jeff pats his back and waves goodbye as he joins Nick and walks off.
Kurt looks at Jeff’s retreating back in alarm.
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“Damn that arsonist vandal!” Sue slammed the newspaper on the table.
“I thought you liked him.” Puck shrugged.
“That was before they went and attacked the nursing home! Although it was just the staffing quarters but it was too close to Jean for my comfort. It’s blood! I call for BLOOD!”
“We’re not your henchmen!”
“Well Loud Cat you broke plates equivalent to 312 dollars and 84 cents. As soon as you pay that back you can tell me you’re not my henchman…Henchwoman.” Sue looked Rachel up and down once, “Henchman.”
“Guys…Brittany just called. It’s about Artie. She was crying and saying how she likes him better when he’s not a Sheesh Kebab. I think he called her to tell her that his house was on fire and that he was going to die.” Quinn said looking both confused and scared
“Another arsonist attack? Where’s Porcelain? Call Porcelain!”
Puck ran out into the backyard and called Kurt out from where he was trying to practice using his Sais at super speed.
“Porcelain! Ice Princess!”
“My name is not Ice-
“Go to Kid in Wheelchair’s house-
“His name is-
“Porcelain, run over there fast and try and catch this vandal while you…”
Kurt didn’t stick around to hear the rest of her orders. He sprinted off still clutching his Sais towards Artie’s house as fast as he could run.
Kurt didn’t know how long it took him but it was easy to spot the house with flames lapping out of the ground level windows and black smoke streaming out almost unnoticeable against the dark night air.
Kurt didn’t have much hope that the vandal would stick around but he charged right into the fire hoping that maybe he would be able to save Artie.
“Artie!” He called as loud as he could manage, his throat feeling itchy ad chocked up from the dark smoke surrounding him.
He forgot that he wasn’t immune to fire or deadly smoke. He was sure he was going to faint soon when he heard a distant ‘help!’ coming surprisingly from outside. Kurt gladly ran out of the house and out onto the back towards the yard and he called out to Artie again.
And he saw him crouched against the back wall, whimpering against a female figure crouching over him. His hair was on fire and Kurt heard a wicked cackle. Kurt rushed forward and pulled her off him, the impact throwing her onto the ground a few yards away from them.
When she scrambled up, Kurt saw that her face was masked. There was a scream of rage and Kurt saw a ball of fire coming towards him. He was terrified and for a moment he just stared at the blinding light getting brighter and brighter when Artie cried out in pain and suddenly Kurt startled picked Artie up effortlessly and ran over onto the side, the flame missing them by a hair and slamming into the wall that was behind them, where it started eating into it, spreading and crawling outwards to burn a bigger area of the house
He was lucky that his legs were faster than his reflexes.
He put Artie down and rushed towards the vandal, he heard sirens of the firefighter’s truck in the distance. The vandal would try and run away and that was better because he could easily outrun her except she didn’t as he approached, instead encircling herself in a circle of flame, it was thick so that Kurt could not run past it and she started throwing more balls of fire at him. He dodged them but that was all he could do at the moment. He cursed loudly hoping that Quinn would get here faster than those firefighters could but hoping for her to arrive starts to seem like a bad idea as one fireball singes his blue sweater.
Kurt is suddenly taken over with rage as he runs over to where he had dropped his Sais and attempts to spin it fast enough to beat the flames away that surround the vandal. His sais start melting and the rubber becomes hot against his hand.
There is another cackle and another particularly large fireball that he only manages to dodge because he trips over his own super fast feet and falls flat on his face.
Kurt is so distraught and angry that he just growls as he picks himself up and throws his wilting rubber Sai straight towards the vandal. There’s an ‘Ow!’ and she falls to the ground the fire surrounding her dying out into a thin strand as some of it had managed to catch onto the grass on the ground and Kurt rushes forward and picks her up.
The vandal is knocked out, there’s a burn mark on her forehead where the melting rubber from the Sai had hit her skin, Kurt peels off her mask already hanging half off her face and stares.
“Santana?!?”
End Note: I would love if you gave feedback but thanks for reading anyway! And I hope you noted that I will only be promoting in gleeficfrom Part III because I'm not 100% sure of the endgame.