"And he's got this ass, dear god. Mama's got to get some of that." Santana said making a big show of fanning her face.

Kurt was at Glee club, and they were supposed to discuss songs for Regionals. But really, all they seemed to be able to discuss today was Blaine. Something Kurt really wasn't in the mood to do.

It's not like he hates Blaine. He's just so annoying. Annoyingly hot, his mind supplies.

"Can we just, stop talking about him for like one minute and pick a song?" Kurt snapped.

Santana turned around glaring at Kurt. "Shit, Hummel, what's got your panties in a bunch?"

"It's just, all people tend to talk about today is Blaine Anderson. And frankly, it's getting quite old. He's really not that interesting. He's an ass." He said glaring right back at Santana.

Realization dawned upon Santana's face. "You totally like him. You think he's foxy."

Kurt gagged. "First of all, I don't. Second of all, foxy?"

"Yeah Kurt. He seemed quite interested in you during English this morning." Tina piped up.

Kurt looked at the list of songs for Regionals. "So, what do you guys think of Honeymoon Avenue by Ariana Grande?"

Kurt was just enjoying his lunch alone in peace, drinking his low-fat smoothie he made at home, when a voice right next to his ear startled him out of his daydreaming.

"If you keep sucking that straw so obscenely, I might suck you off right here in the cafeteria."

Blaine. Just what he needed.

Dave Karofsky gave him a surprise slushie this afternoon, so he's had a shitty day already. Blaine's sexual harassment is something he definitely didn't need.

Kurt closed his eyes and counted to ten.

"Blaine, please. I just want to enjoy my lunch in peace, thank you." He snapped.

"Touchy, touchy." Blaine shot back. "Really, I'll shut up. I'm hungry as well." Blaine gestured towards his tray full of food that he had put down.

"Whatever." Kurt resigned.

They actually ate in silence for a minute or two. Until a hand brushed his thigh.

"What are you-"

"Why do you have a stain on your pants? Did you come in your pants?" Blaine looked him in the eye while subtly tracing circles around the stain with his fingers.

"Um, no! I just, Karofsky, he um-"Kurt fumbled over his words. Blaine's eyes darkened at Karofsky's name. "Well, he kind of slushied me before fourth period. I thought I got all of the stains out. Apparently I didn't." Kurt laughed humorlessly.

Blaine's gaze lifted from the stain towards the jock's table. Kurt was surprised at the look of pure rage in his eyes. His hand balled into a fist.

Kurt carefully put his hand on Blaine's that was currently resting on his thigh. "Really, it's ok. I can handle it." He smiled.

Blaine looked him in the eye, gaze turning soft for a moment. And as soon as the moment passed, he schooled his expression back to a smirk.

"So how about that blowjob?" he smiled flirtatiously at Kurt.

"God." Kurt was annoyed again. "You never stop, do you?"

"Never, babe." He smirked, taking his bag and standing up.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Bye, Anderson."

Blaine winked, and walked out of the cafeteria.

"Hey Hummel. Wanna suck my dick?"

Fuck.

Kurt was just trying to make his way across the schoolyard in one piece. But it seemed like God really didn't have anything good in plan for him today. It's probably because he's an atheist.

Kurt sighed and closed his eyes, clutching his bag with one hand.

"Well? I bet you're hot for it, aren't you? I mean, you've probably been jerking off thinking about Anderson all week and you're desperate for some action."

Kurt turned around and looked into the face of Karofsky.

Who else could it be.

"Can you just leave me alone, please?"

"Begging already, lady boy?"

"I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" snapped Kurt.

"Don't push me, Hummel." Karofsky growled, holding up his fist.

"What did I say about doing this again, Dave?" another voice said.

And then a series of things happened.

First, someone punched Karofsky.

Then that someone then kicked him in the groin.

Then that someone grabbed Kurt's hand.

Blaine.

"Come on Hummel!" he tugged on his hand and they ran.

"Blaine! What are you even-" he panted.

"Do you want detention or not?" he shouted.

No. That's something he definitely didn't have in mind.

So, there you have it, chapter 2!

I just want to give a big thank you for all the people who have been following this story, it means so so much to me.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it!

I'm sorry if it's a bit short.. 3