A/N.

First of all, I didn't have a beta for this one, I literally just wrote it, and it's past 2 am. All typos are my fault, and no you can't judge me. But if you find any you're more than welcome to tell.

I'm only writing this because of that freaking amazing gif set that had a seriously good AU, this one: gleeddicted(dot)tumblr(dot)com/post/20964994555/klaine-au-god-anderson-is-such-a-virgin. I just couldn't resist, oops.

The rating is T right now... I hope *crosses fingers* that I won't be forced to change that. Also, I suck at rating things so sorry if this isn't T. You can turn back now in case you're not one for M fics...

I guess this would be the preface since it's really short and is mostly backstory (and by mostly I mean it is). I hope you like it anyway!

One last thing, this is Kurt's POV (I am so not used to writing this way but it was kinda fun), in case that isn't obvious...

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How I Took Blaine Anderson's Virginity

- a story by Kurt Hummel.

The Preface.

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Blaine Anderson is seriously the hottest guy in all of McKinley High.

He could have anyone he wanted, but that was just the thing, wasn't it? He didn't want anyone.

There are several theories to this, the most popular one is that he's too intimidating. If someone tries to be nice to him or just talk to him, he looks at you like he's trying to come up with a way to kill you, and then bring you back to life just so that he can kill you all over again. But I have a different theory to this, one that no one else has thought of.

But to be fair to the ignorant kids walking the school grounds, why would someone even think of the possibility that the super hot and badass Blaine Anderson was a virgin?

Then there is the boxing, that was really how we met. Or to say, how I first noticed him. It was PE class sophomore year, and Blaine had walked up to the boxing sack with such determination that it was ridiculous. The teacher had tried to argue because we were specifically playing football that day. Blaine had then caused a huge scene like he did with all teachers who wouldn't instantly give him what he wanted. Eventually the teacher gave up and we all left him alone, but the teacher muttered something about "trouble child" and "principal's office" under his breath as we went.

When the rest of the class came back inside as the lesson ended, to hit the showers, Blaine was still there. I bet no one had seen a sophomore punch with such determination and force before. I certainly hadn't. And even though the class was over, Blaine kept punching that bag, fixating on it like there was nothing else in the world.

Since my skin and hair are extremely important to me (and I don't get how it's not for every guy), I am usually the last one to leave the locker rooms. Blaine was still in the gym, sweat running down his face and still wearing that long sleeved, gray sweater, punching the sack. He seemed more exhausted now, his punches lame at best. But I hadn't thought twice about it. I knew Blaine's reputation - it was all around school how he'd (in freshman year, might be added) beaten up the guy who had tried to steal his lunch money, but realizing small didn't mean vulnerable - and didn't intent to linger and see if he would have a problem with that.

I was just about to walk through the door, I had opened it and was halfway through it, when I got the strong sense that I'd left one of my moisturizers behind, and had to go back for it. Blaine had gone into the locker room now, and was hovering over his duffel bag. He didn't see me, but I saw him. He was standing by a bench, stripping out of his layers, one by one. It struck me as very odd, and it was on my mind for the rest of the day.

I wondered if Blaine had an abusive parent or something, that leave him ugly bruising to be forced to cover the next day. But when he'd taken his clothes off when he didn't know he was being watched, I hadn't seen anything to indicate injuries.

It took me a long time to figure out the truth, so long that I often stopped thinking about it. But it would come back to me, the wonder, whenever I saw him in the halls. Those moments when my gaze was on him for too long, he'd give me a sharp look. It was a silent warning he gave everyone, and call me crazy but I always felt that the ones he gave me were extra vicious.

More time passed, but eventually I figured it out. It was around spring time when Glee Club got a substitute. Or, more correctly, Mr. Shue introduced us to his "Latino friend", David Martinez. The guy was as gorgeous as a model and every girl - single or taken and, of course, me - drooled over him. It was actually ridiculous how everyone would stare openly at him and his white teeth whenever he passed them or shot them a killer smile. And so it happens that everyone included Blaine.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I probably wouldn't have believed it. David had walked with me after Glee practice. I had managed to occupy him with "concerns for a solo I really wanted but feared Rachel would get" and we had walked to my locker together. Blaine had his locker in the same hall as me, but on the opposite wall. As I watched David's ass as he walked away, I noticed Blaine. And he was doing the same.

Blaine's stare hadn't been as obvious as every other girl's, but it had been obvious enough to my excellent gaydar. It had looked like Blaine didn't realize what he was doing until it was too late, and when he adverted his eyes, he met mine. I had been expecting the usual look that killed, but I was left more surprised. Blaine's eyes were wide and worried, whereupon he slammed his locker and quickly paced around the corner in escape.

That was the day I knew for sure that Blaine was just as gay as me.

The day I realized I he was a virgin too didn't stand out as much, I guess it wasn't one single thing that made me realize it. Perhaps it was the change in myself that I didn't see in Blaine.

You see, I am not a virgin anymore. Seth Rogers took care of that in junior year. It had been with a mutual, silent agreement that we dated for a little while, and by dated I mean mostly hooking up. We were both so embarrassingly inexperienced and knew we didn't want to go to college that way. For me, it was the thought of going to New York and be looked upon as the same loser I was here that motivated me to do it. But that's not important anymore, it's done. Seth and I had hooked up over the year, and as my friends and I became seniors, Seth was nowhere to be found. I didn't take it hard, I kind of saw it coming. Toward the end he had been so bullied and withdrawing into himself that he barely left his house. I heard later on that he and his family had moved to Seattle.

As I handed over my v-card to Seth, people around me started to see the changes in me even though I didn't. My dad noticed the change in me quite early in the process and awfully forced me into "the talk", where he told me he trusted me to do what I wanted if I felt I was ready, as long as I was being careful and safe. My friends noticed it too, although it was one of Santana's famous remarks that announced it to the rest of the New Directions. Certain people notice certain things, like how I notice people who are gay, Santana notices people who've had sex.

Anyhow, ever since that fact was out in the open, Rachel, Tina, Brittany and Mercedes always kept teasing me about all the ways I behaved differently. For instance, there was the body contact and the touching. I am embarrassed to admit now that I had a period of extreme clinginess. Then there was the smiling, and the flush on my cheeks whenever someone mentioned Seth or anything sex related. The list went on and some things I won't mention to a living soul, but at least I had all of those things.

Blaine remained his usual and hostile self throughout junior year. I figured it was because he was gay and that there weren't many people available in Lima with the same status. As we get older and older, we become more aware of our virginity. Like, when we are young teens it doesn't even bother us, but as we get older, the question is always in our heads: how long can I be virgin before people will start to think I'm weird? Blaine had the fortunate circumstance of remaining anonymous about his status (to all except for myself. If anyone else had known, the gossip would've spread like wildfire and suddenly everyone would know. Of course, I have the decency to keep delicate matters private) but as senior year began, I realized that nothing had changed.

But it wasn't just that, it was all those little raindrops that made a big river. In the classrooms when the teacher had gone to fetch another cup of coffee, talking was bound to arise. More than once had a bunch of jocks been approaching Blaine, looking for an argument. Blaine always tried to ignore them at first, but when he realized that they wouldn't go away he dove into the fights, head first. He was always making such a big spectacle of himself. And ironically, his favorite insults always involved sex. Every single time it was the same thing. "I had your girlfriend, she wasn't any good. You're only saying that because your penis is tiny. What does it feel like to never get it up? I bet your mom isn't better than the girl I fucked yesterday." On and on and on. It was also hilarious because the jocks actually bought it.

I actually started to think he was being a hypocrite. He was going up to all those who dared speak to him, calling them virgins as an insult when he himself was the virgin. Even though Blaine was hot and swoon-worthy and probably a good person deep down and all that, I just knew I wanted to get back at him. He had never done anything to me personally, but other bullies had. And to all those bullies calling me "the fairy virgin princess" when it wasn't even true, I wanted revenge. I blame my want for justice, Blaine's hotness and possibly some horny hormones on what I decided then.

I was going to be the one taking Blaine Anderson's virginity.

And I was going to do it soon.

Dum dum dum duuuum.

That was that and now I'm either going to sleep (which I should) or I'll just keep writing on my Italian!fic. (Insert more subtle hints to make you excited about my next works).