#gleeklainebow

"Hey fuckwads!" says Kurt, coming up slowly to the group. Everyone turns, eyes wide. "How 'bout you stop beating up on the nerd, k?"

"Stay out of this, Hummel. Go smoke some weed under the bleachers." 

"Eloquent," says Kurt. "I hope your eulogy is as eloquent when your breaks get cut later." 

That makes the three football players pause. Then they drop the front of Blaine's sweater. 

"Looks like he's got Hummel's protection," one mutters. 

"Whatever," the other says and they walk away. 

"You - you -" Blaine says, staring at him. 

"Name's Kurt. You'll probably be crying it out in ecstasy later," he says, because he never saves anyone from anything and he's nervous. 

That makes Blaine blush bright red. It's also when Kurt realizes that he's interested and very gay. 

After that they see each other a lot. Kurt pretends to be annoyed and Blaine can tell that he's just pretending. Mostly, Kurt really likes saying dirty things to Blaine and seeing the way he blushes and stutters - but obviously loves the attention. 

Kurt never thought about actually doing anything, though. Blaine does. 

Somehow Blaine drags him on a day trip to a lake or something. He's pretty sure he's manhandled into the car. 

He's not dressed for the weather, of course. It's a nice, bright day with a little bit of wind and Kurt's in his baggy black sweatshirt and tight black jeans. He thinks about taking off the sweatshirt but all he has is a muscle tee on. Then again, he does like seeing the way Blaine's vision gets unfocused when he shows his arms. 

Blaine makes them go for a walk around the edge of the lake and Kurt grumbles, following along. His headphones, the ones with the cat ears, hang around his neck and he wonders what this is all about. 

It turns out to be a date. 

They pause and Blaine says how beautiful it is out and Kurt just mumbles about it. Then Blaine turns and says, "You're really beautiful, too." 

And it sort of stops Kurt short. Blaine's never said that to him - said nothing to show that he's interested. It's all just context. Then Blaine is grabbing Kurt's hands and leaning in and kissing him with tenacity.

Kurt's eyes widen; despite his big talk, it is his first kiss. Not that he doesn't want to do more, of course, but the only people around are all the bears and losers at Scandals, so Kurt usually passes on that. 

It's perfect. Blaine's lips are hot and soft and so perfect against his and soon, Kurt closes his eyes and leans into the kiss, turning it even dirtier (well okay, it's not his first kiss because he had kissed Brittany and she showed him a thing or two) making it so their breathless when they part. 

"I can't believe you had it in you, Anderson," says Kurt. Blaine just smiles up at him through his eyelashes. "You could have me in you, if you wanted." 

"The taste is a little weird, though," admits Blaine. "I like it more after it’s been a good fifteen minutes after a cigarette. It starts to just mix with your taste and sometimes the coffee you drink."

"Oh," says Kurt. He just stares at Blaine for a long moment. He is sitting cross legged across from Blaine. Then he pushes his cigarette into the concrete and digs into the pocket of his hoodie. “I sort of figured. I got these.”

Kurt holds out his hand. It’s a packet of mints.

"Kurt," says Blaine, touched at the gesture. He tries not to show it, though. Kurt had, originally, been really annoyed with his touchy feely nature - and that was back when they were only friends. Of course, Blaine likes to think he’s starting to rub off on Kurt a bit. He’s certainly a good boyfriend and sometimes, he stares at Blaine in a way that makes Blaine certain he loves him.

"Come on," says Kurt, opening the mints and throwing a few in his mouth. He chews loudly. "I really want to make out and in my experience, having a participant that likes the taste of your mouth works better."

Blaine laughs - which turns into a startled squeak when Kurt suddenly grabs both his calves and pulls him closer to him. He slides surprisingly easy on the concrete, though he probably has a lot of dirt on his ass now.

"Oh my god," says Blaine.

"Come on, cowboy," says Kurt in a low voice. His face is closer now and Blaine can already smell the strong scent of mint on his breath. "Time to ride."

"You are just so -" says Blaine, face turning red. But he moves his legs and sort of - slides into Kurt’s lap. Kurt has unfolded his legs so they lay out in front of him. Blaine lifts his legs up on either side of his legs. The bottom of his thighs rest on top of Kurt’s legs and it feels - amazing.

They have gotten pretty heated in their make outs in the last few weeks, but Blaine knows Kurt is holding back. He talks a big game - but there is still that line he and Kurt haven’t crossed yet. Not that Blaine doesn’t like toeing the line. Maybe even jumping over it for a few minutes.

Kurt brings his hand up to trace over Blaine's chin and cheek; Blaine can see the chipped black polish out of the corner of his eye as he shivers at the touch. 

Blaine scoots himself even closer, bringing his hands up with hesitation to Kurt's chest. He feels Kurt exhale. "Yes," Kurt says, tilting his head down and finally capturing Blaine's lips. 

They kiss, and somehow, Blaine keeps moving even closer. His feet dig into the ground, his heels pushing up against Kurt's back and his knees squeeze on either side of Kurt's torso. 

"Mh, I like this," says Blaine lazily, rubbing his nose against Kurt's and catching his nose ring. 

"I knew the breath mints would help get into your pants," Kurt teases. 

"They just might," says Blaine, but with less tease - which Kurt hears.