Kurt

I'd been loving the feel of his mouth on mine. I'd been kissing him back. It was getting heated. And then suddenly he was pinning me down and it was like a flashback to all those times in the hallways. His hands on my body. He was gripping my wrists above my head so I couldn't move. It was like a cold shock. Sick panic bubbling in my stomach.

It was the way he thrust his hips into mine that did it. It brought me back to that time in the empty locker room and it felt so good that a moan of want escaped me. It was the god-awful shame of that, the way he made me feel like his little faggy slut. My body reacted before my head could. I hit him.

The next second I was scrambling off the bed. It wasn't until I noticed my blood smeared on his mouth that I realised I'd opened up the cut on my lip kissing him. It was a really disturbing sight.

"Could you leave. Now." I said.

He got up, drawing a hand across his mouth. I stood without looking at him as he left.

One Week Later

Karofsky

I hadn't seen him since that night. I guessed his Dad hadn't let him back to school even after the guys who attacked him were expelled.

But there he was.

He was dressed in the same douchey private school uniform that Blaine guy was always wearing when I saw them together. His eyes met mine as he stood listening to Mercedes prattle on about something.

As he watched I turned and headed into a Spanish classroom I knew would be empty. It was the end of the day and there was hardly anyone left in the halls.

It took less than a minute before I heard the door open and shut.

"You left." I said.

He stood there looking at me.

"I'm at Dalton Academy. They have a zero tolerance policy."

I hadn't been talking about McKinley.

"So you're with that Blaine guy now?"

He let out a sigh.

"God knows."

Silence.

"No. I'm not." he amended softly.

Had it only been a week? He looked so…together. So healthy and strong and alive. Not the tired, broken teenager he'd been for so long.

"Kurt."

He looked back at me steadily.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

I kinda just said it.

"You knew that already didn't you?" I said into the silence.

The look on his face made it clear he hadn't. He was staring at me whilst outrage and pity and shock twisted his features. But there was something else; warmth? Excitement?

"No. I didn't know."

He took a few steps forward, closer as his wide eyes searched my face. He was leaning in slightly, until his mouth was centimetres away from mine. He never took his eyes off my face as my breathing started to quicken. I couldn't pull my gaze away from that mouth, so close and warm. He brushed his lips against mine gently and I couldn't help but kiss back.

It was like he was pushing me now. He held back so he could test his influence, to see how far he could sway me.

His hand curled around my neck, pulling me in closer. His tongue pushed against my lips, seeking entrance.

I started to pull away when I heard a voice call out in the nearby hallway - a reflex. Fear of being discovered. His fingers tightened, his mouth was back against mine and he was kissing me until I was pliant.

A fumbling hand found its way into my boxers. Kurt gripped my cock, stroking its length, slow enough to drive me crazy. Within seconds I was bucking against his hand as shameless noises of want burst out of me. I wanted him to stroke me faster, I wanted him inside me, I wanted him.

I started kissing his neck blindly. Suddenly Kurt's hand was gone, and I made a noise halfway between a whimper and a mewl. But the next second he had ducked down and yanked my pants around my knees. He mouthed at the tender skin of my inner thighs until I actually moaned out loud.

Then there was the hot, wet sensation of his mouth on me…kissing and licking, sucking gently at the head of my cock. My fingers gripped the back of his neck as I gasped and moaned and swore.

"Oh God…oh fuck…"

My entire body shuddered against him and it was over in seconds. I took deep, slow breaths, I felt him pull my jeans back up. When I opened my eyes he was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stared at me. For some reason he seemed like he was on the verge of tears.

I understood all of a sudden. He'd shown me why this would never work.

All we knew how to do was use each other. And we both deserved more than that.

Sorry for the wait, this ending was a bitch to write. Still not totally happy but close enough!

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