“I got kicked out.”
“What?” Kurt must have heard Blaine wrong.
“They kicked me out of Dalton” There it was again; maybe he had something wrong with his hearing.
Blaine tried to resume their previous activities. He pressed his lips against Kurt’s, slowly tracing Kurt’s lower lip with his tongue, hoping to gain access. Kurt humoured him for a moment before pulling away again.
“You were kicked out?” Kurt repeated slowly.
“Yes.” Blaine started to chuckle at the confused look on Kurt’s face.
“Of Dalton?” Kurt felt the need to clarify
“Real fast on the uptake, aren’t you?” Blaine teased.
“How did you get kicked out of a reform school? Is that even possible?” Kurt asked incredulously.
“Apparently it is.” Blaine shrugged, looking extremely aloof for someone that had just been thrown out of school.
“What did you do?” Kurt looked skeptically at Blaine, a little fear present in his eyes as he looked over the boy in the leather jacket.
“Nothing!” Blaine held up his hands as if to show that he was innocent.
“Blaine.” Kurt’s tone had a hint of warning to it.
“Okay well maybe I did something.” Blaine moved to put his arms back around Kurt’s waist but Kurt pulled away.
“Blaine, what did you do?” Kurt said through gritted teeth.
“Before you judge me, you need to see my bike.” Blaine took him by the arm and tried to lead him outside.
“There’s nothing wrong with your bike, Blaine!” Kurt pulled his arm out of Blaine’s grip and turned to head back inside. As he turned, a heap of metal caught his eyes. He gasped. “Oh Blaine, I don’t think I can fix that.”
The bike was a total disaster. One of the tires had been ripped off. The metal frame was mangled. The bike was completely destroyed.
“I thought you were some hotshot mechanic?” Blaine leaned against the garage door.
“I don’t think anyone can fix that.” Kurt admitted, eyes still tracing the wreckage.
“I know.” Blaine sighed.
“How did you even get here?” Kurt turned back towards Blaine, trying not to stare too hard at the way his muscles were outlined by the shirt he was wearing.
“I called in a favour. My friend has a truck; he dropped me and the bike off here.”
“Who did this?” Kurt said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Flint.” Blaine spat out the name. Kurt had never heard one word filled with that much hatred before.
“Why did you get kicked out if Flint destroyed your bike though?” Kurt asked hesitantly. He wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to know the answer.
“Well he wrecked my bike, so I wrecked his face.” Blaine shrugged.
“Blaine!” Kurt cried out in horror.
“What? Seems like a fair trade to me.” Blaine smirked.
“Why did he wreck your motorbike, Blaine?” Kurt asked softly.
He walked over to where Blaine was leaning against the garage and slipped his arms around Blaine’s waist. He rested his head tentatively on Blaine’s shoulder. He felt Blaine stiffen for a moment before relaxing into the embrace.
“When I stepped between you and him in the hallway he thought I was going soft. He decided that wrecking my bike was the way to convince everyone else of that. He wanted to take over my place at Dalton.” Blaine explained quietly, one hand moving up to stroke Kurt’s hair.
“Your place?” Kurt mumbled against Blaine’s shoulder, not wanting to move.
Kurt had never seen Blaine like this, granted, they hadn’t known each other for very long. Every time Kurt had been around Blaine, Blaine had always had a wall up. He hid behind his cocky attitude and his smirk. Kurt had never seen him this calm, this vulnerable.
“Every band of misfits needs a ringleader, Kurt.” Blaine whispered in his ear.
“And that’s you?” Kurt asked, tightening his arms around Blaine’s waist.
“Well not anymore it’s not.” Blaine replied, a hint of bitterness tinting his tone
“I’m sorry.” Kurt lifted his head of off Blaine’s shoulder to look him in the eye when he spoke those words.
“What for?” Blaine pressed their foreheads together, his hand still moving gently through Kurt’s hair
“For being the catalyst for the whole situation with Flint.”
The second Kurt spoke his name, Blaine’s mask snapped back into place. His body tensed, he dropped his hand from Kurt’s hair, and the smirk reappeared. The wall was back up. Kurt had never realized how much he hated that wall until just now.
“I’m still kind of confused though. Don’t people get in fights all the time at Dalton? Why would you get thrown out for fighting?” Kurt didn’t put his head back on Blaine’s shoulder but he kept his arms tight around Blaine’s waist. Blaine looked away, not meeting Kurt’s eyes. Kurt lifted one hand to Blaine’s face, forcing him to make eye contact. “Tell me, Blaine.”
“There were some words exchanged during the fight.” Blaine’s tone was hesitant. He was obviously leaving out information that he didn’t want to Kurt to know.
“What type of words?” Kurt dug a little deeper.
“You know, words words.” Blaine smirked.
“Blaine.” Kurt said warningly.
“I may or may not have threatened him with something….something a little more permanent.” Blaine said hesitantly.
“You what?” Kurt growled, anger boiling inside him.
“Come on Kurt, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Oh I’m sorry, you’re right. Threatening to kill someone isn’t a big deal at all. You can’t just go around saying things like that Blaine!” Kurt exclaimed in frustration.
“You weren’t there, Kurt. You didn’t hear the things he was saying.” Blaine said, a hint of anger lacing his voice.
“Blaine, you’ve got to get used to people saying mean things about you. Not everyone in the world is going to fall at your feet.” Kurt ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
“He wasn’t talking about me.” Blaine finally snapped.
“Oh.” That was all Kurt could manage to say. “You still shouldn’t threaten people though, Blaine.” Kurt’s voice was a little softer this time.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss to Kurt’s pulse point. “Will you forgive me now?”
“No.” Kurt grumbled.
“How about now?” He sucked slightly on the skin at Kurt’s collarbone.
“Nope.” Kurt’s answer was a little more hesitant this time.
“Now?” Blaine whispered before crushing his lips to Kurt’s. He didn’t wait for permission before sucking Kurt’s lower lip into his mouth, nibbling gently. Blaine pulled away before things got too heated but he kept his arms around Kurt, holding him close.
“That’s a lovely shirt you’ve got on there. It’s nice that our school has some school spirit. Plus, it fits you really well.” Blaine whispered the last part right in his ear, nipping quickly at the lobe before sauntering off down the driveway.
Kurt looked down at the shirt he was wearing. It was an old school shirt he used to wear while warming up for Cheerios practice. There were oil stains all over it. WMHS was emblazed across his chest where the tee-shirt was perhaps a little too snug.
Wait a second.
AN: I know this chapter is a little different than normal but I thought that I needed to make Blaine a little more human if I was going to continue it. I hope you guys didn’t hate it too much and don’t worry the next part (if you guys want me to continue) will have the return of badboy!blaine :)