Hey there! This is a new GKM prompt I'm filling. I'm probably writing far too many stories at once but I have nothing better to do with my time so... enjoy ^.^ This is just the short prologue, I don't know how often I'll be updating this but I hope you like it ayway.

Prompt:

Cheerio!Kurt Nerd!Blaine

So you know some popular kids always have that nerd who carries their books and does their homework for them, well this is kinda from that idea.
Blaine carries Kurt's books, gets his books for him, and helps him with his homework and constantly is doing things for him and in return Kurt stops the bullies from hurting him.

Overtime I want kurt to become protective of Blaine and to develop a crush on him so becoming possessive (e.g. Blaine tutors another kid and kurt tells them to basically fuck off from his man)

Kurt has sex dreams about Blaine fucking him (I would like kurt to be a bottom boy) and fingering him. Maybe kurt can start demanding Blaine help him with this aswell. So they start being sex buddies or Blaine just trying to please Kurt.

I'd like it if Blaine develops a crush on Kurt early on so no longer is only doing it to not be bullied.

Eventually I want them to be in a relationship where everyone thinks Blaine is Kurt's bitch of sorts but eventually finding out Blaine is the one in charge in the bedroom.

BONUS BONUS
Boypussy!Kurt with lots of oral but only if you want I don't mind at all if you'd rather not

"Watch where you're going nerd!"

"Yeah, fag, quit walking into us!"

Karofsky and Azimio snickered as they shoved the much smaller boy in between them back and forth, his books spread on the floor around their feet and his square framed glasses ending up sliding across to the other side of the corridor.

Blaine Anderson just put his head down and tried to move away but David Karofsky stuck his foot out and sent him sprawling.

"Oops, did you trip over?" he cooed.

"So uncoordinated, Anderson, you should really stop tripping over your own feet," Azimio agreed, nudging Karofsky with a smirk.

Blaine let out a sigh, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. He pushed himself up on his hands, wincing as his ribs twinged.

"Here, let me help you up!"

Karofsky grabbed his arms and tossed him back into the lockers. Blaine cried out, a tear sliding down his cheek. He was in pain, his things were spread over the corridor with people walking over them, his glasses were probably broken which meant he would have to go back to his old pair until they could be fixed and as usual everyone was just walking past, not even glancing at him as Karofsky and Azimio turned him into their own personal plaything.

It was only the first week of sophomore year and it already sucked worse than Freshman year had.

"What's wrong?" Azimio crooned. "Oh, Dave, look the poor baby's crying."

"I'll give you something to cry about you little-"

"Leave him alone!"

Blaine looked up in shock, trying to peer through the blur of his sight to see who had come to his rescue. He couldn't make out their face but there was no mistaking that red and white polyester uniform. Oh god, so a Cheerio had come over so they could do their own kind of tormenting.

"Walk away Hummel or you'll be next," Karofsky snarled.

"Oh really, David? You want to try it?" The feminine voice replied. Blaine's heart was pounding. Kurt Hummel, newly appointed Captain of the Cheerios had come to his defence. Part of him was terrified, Kurt was friends with Quinn, Santana and Brittany and the four of them ran the school practically, no matter they were all sophomores. He was probably the worst out of the four of them though, his words more vicious than even Santana's. It was why they got along so well. But partly Blaine was relieved. Kurt was gay too, he knew that, but as a Cheerio nobody could touch him for it so they left him alone. Maybe that's why he was helping Blaine.

"Hummel-"

"Put one finger on me and you will answer to Coach Sylvester, do you really want that? Either of you?"

"Come on man, let's go." Azimio dragged Karofsky off and Blaine slumped with relief against the lockers, sinking down and trying to gather his things.

"Here."

Blaine looked up, Kurt was kneeling in front of him, inside his field of clear vision and Blaine couldn't read the expression on his face. He was holding out his glasses though and they were unharmed. Gratefully Blaine pushed them back on.

"Thank you... for this and for that," Blaine muttered, avoiding Kurt's gaze and trying not to blush from the brief contact of their fingers.

That was another thing about Kurt Hummel: he was perhaps the best looking boy Blaine had ever laid eyes on.

"I heard you came out over the summer," Kurt said softly. "I know what that's like... I..." He shook his head as he passed Blaine some of his books and they both stood up. It was the end of the day so neither of them was in any real hurry, they kind of stood there awkwardly.

"I'd like to help you out," Kurt said suddenly, expression still totally unreadable.

Blaine frowned. "How? I mean, I'm grateful but it's not like you can stop them picking on me."

"Can't I?" Kurt folded his arms. "Do you know what this means?" He indicated his polyester uniform.

"That you're a male cheerleader?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, the bitchy expression Blaine knew so well in place of the strange unreadable one. "Thank you, Captain Obvious. No, this uniform means that I am untouchable. I am the top dog here at McKinley and those morons who were pushing you around are my lapdogs no matter what they think. I'm the Captain of the Cheerios. Nobody in this school is more powerful than me."

"So?"

"So? I can get them to leave you alone. Look, I don't like you or anything. I actually think you're weird... you're way too smart, it's creepy and you dress like a cross between a nineteen-fifty's gangster and a grandfather."

Blaine bristled slightly. "Hey, I-"

"But I know what it's like. I don't want to see you getting pushed around just because you like boys. It would be wrong of me to let it happen. So let me help you."

"How?"

"Become my... assistant. If you're... sort of mine, then they have to leave you alone. But I can't call you my friend, people will crucify me, Coach Sue might even kick me off the squad. However, if you're my assistant, that will give me a reason to protect you."

"By assistant you mean..."

"Get me coffee, carry my books and go to my locker, help me with my homework. Easy stuff. Think you can handle it in exchange for safety?"

Blaine frowned. It could be nice... Kurt would stop the jocks from picking on him and the last Cheerio's captain had had an assistant too, she sat with her at the cool table. It was a ticket to an easy high school life. Plus, and Blaine didn't want to admit this even to himself, it was an excuse to be close to Kurt.

"Okay, yes, I can do it."

"Good boy. Let's go to the Lima Bean for coffee and hash out all the details. Come on."

Blaine followed after Kurt with wide eyes and hoped this wouldn't come back to bite him.