"Fuck!" Kurt exclaimed out loud in his last period class.

"Mr. Hummel, that kind of language will NOT be accepted in my class room, understand?" Mr. Schuester, his Spanish teacher corrected him, while continuing to hand out progress reports to the other students of the class.

"Whatever." He answered, and then turned around to Santana with anger in his eyes, "So I have a fifty-fucking-nine in here. I need to bring it up to a sixty five before the end of the marking period or Sue takes me off of the fucking Cheerios."

"Are you fucking kidding me?… Wait how are you even doing so badly? Are you dumb or something?" She replied, criticizingly.

"Fuck you. Just because I don't speak Spanish doesn't mean I'm stupid. God Santana, you can be such a bitch." Kurt replied defensively.

"Calm down. What are you, a girl? Plus, I never learned the grammar. Seriously, I think you're the worst at Spanish in this whole damn class." Santana answered.

"Fuck off. Will you tutor me or whatever?" Kurt asked.

"No. I'll probably tear your head off in the middle of a study sesh. Plus, between Cheerios and Brittany and all this work I have this year, I'd barely have the time." Santana told him.

"Then who the hell is going to tutor me? I mean, I'm sure everybody would die to, but who should I pick?" Kurt worried aloud.

Just as he finished speaking, he heard Mr. Schuester's voice talking to the geeky kid in the corner of the room, "Blaine, great job. Seriously, you're one of my brightest students."

Kurt rolled his eyes at the way Blaine, the geek, beamed with pride. Did he really feel he needed a teacher to compliment him on his goddamn Spanish skills? Smart kids were just so weird. Then the thought occurred to him and he looked at Santana asking, "Do you think that Blaine kid would help me out or would that make me desperate?"

"Well, he's one of the most unfortunately geeky kids I've ever seen, but he might be smart." Santana told him.

"Schuester loves him, so he's probably smart." Kurt added hopefully.

"He loves all of his precious Glee kids. Ugh. It's actually kinda creepy. I sense a bit of pedophilia." Santana informed him.

"Whatever. I'm just going to go for it. Don't wait up for me when the bell rings." Kurt told her.

For the rest of class, neither of them paid any attention, as usual. They went back and fourth between talking, thinking by themselves, and copying homework for other classes from each other. Mr. Schue knew not to call on either of them and only called them out on their talking if it was getting obnoxious or too foul. When the bell rang, Santana left class and Kurt stayed behind, knowing that Blaine was usually one of the last people out of class.

When the class mostly cleared out, Kurt stood up and spoke, "Hey, Anderson. I need to talk to you."

"I have to go, Kurt. What is it?" Blaine replied with annoyance.

"I'll walk with you then, I have time before Cheerio practise." Kurt told him.

"What do you want?" Blaine asked as they both walked out the door.

"I need a tutor." Kurt said bluntly.

"Almighty Kurt is coming off of his pedestal to ask a commoner for help?" Blaine mocked.

"Listen, Anderson. I don't have time or patience to fuck around like this. Either you'll help me with Spanish or not. I could have a billion other people help me, I just thought you were smart and might help me. If not I don't really give a fuck. You don't matter that much to me." Kurt glared at him.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll help. Give me your phone. I'll give you my number. Text me when you want me to tutor you." Blaine replied aggressively.

After phone numbers were exchanged, Kurt started to walk away without saying another word. This enraged Blaine, so he turned toward Kurt and screamed down the hallway, "You're welcome." They both walked away angrily.

While stretching before practise, Kurt stood near Brittany and Quinn and a few underclassmen girls. Kurt stretched fiercely taking his anger out on his own muscles. Quinn, as always, was too caught up in her own thoughts to notice Kurt's odd behaviour. Brittany, on the other hand, almost always noticed things like this. Kurt found it strange how a girl so air headed could be so intuitive sometimes.

"Kurt, why are you angry at the ground?" Brittany asked.

"I'm not, Brit, dear." He answered calmly.

"But whenever you stretch down to the ground, it's like you're trying to hurt it. You're mad at it." She answered.

"It's not the ground. It's a boy." Kurt told her.

"The ground is a boy?" Brittany asked.

All of the underclassmen moved their heads closer in towards Brittany and Kurt's conversation and Quinn looked up with confused curiosity. Quinn was the first to speak after Kurt's statement, "Since when do you let boys effect you emotionally?"

"Oh god! Not like that! It's not a guy I think of romantically… or sexually. Not at all." Kurt shuddered and made a face that looked like he was legitimately about to vomit. He continued, "It's Blaine Anderson."

"Oh. Why would you let that loser get to you?" Quinn asked.

"I need him to tutor me and he was a total dick about it. Fucking smart kids thinking they're above us." Kurt grumbled.

"What class do you need help in, Kurt?" Brittany asked.

"Spanish." Kurt told her.

"You should have asked Santana. Whenever we have sex she likes to yell out in Spanish. She says 'dios mio' a lot. I think that means "do it twice" or something, so I do." Brittany informed him.

"That means "my god", Brittany." Kurt informed her with a chuckle.

"Oh. You're good at Spanish! You don't need a tutor!" Brittany exclaimed excitedly.

They all laughed and continued stretching as usual. At practice, Kurt had to tell Sue about his failing grade in Spanish, which earned him four laps and a completely humiliating speech given to him by Sue in front of all of the Cheerios. Once the exhausting practice was over, he showered, got changed, moisturized and decided to text Blaine.

Blaine told him to come over around 5, it was already 4:30. After Blaine gave Kurt his address and directions, Kurt drove to Blaine's, stopping to get himself a coffee on the way. Kurt rang the doorbell of Blaine's impressively large house and waited nervously, with his Spanish books in hand. After a few minutes, Blaine finally answered the door.

"Hi, Kurt." Blaine answered coldly.

"Hi." Kurt answered back, just as coldly, but for some reason he had a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Um, do you want to study in my room?" Blaine asked.

"I guess." Kurt replied.

After two staircases, they got to Blaine's room. There was a full sized bed with plain blue covers against the wall, a large, cleared desk with two chairs by it, pictures of himself and other people, mostly the dumb Glee kids, posters of pop singers, CDs and books every where, two large dresser with bow ties nearly covering the entire surface of one, a door which either led to an impressive closet or a bathroom, and an impressively large TV with an X-Box 360 hooked up to it and Harry Potter paused on the screen. Kurt was quite impressed by the room, although he did think it was stereotypical for such a geeky kid to have Harry Potter playing on his TV and to have books scattered throughout his room.

"So do you want to have a seat?" Blaine asked.

"No, I think I'll study standing up." Kurt replied sarcastically without thinking.

"If you don't want my help, whatever." Blaine replied.

"What's your problem? Take a fucking joke." Kurt answered defensively.

"My problem is you. You flaunt your stuff like you're cool and you approached me today like I was nothing. You asked for my help not in a humble matter, but in a 'I'm too good for you' manner. You're just a jerk." Blaine became flush with anger as he spoke.

"Listen, this is how I am. I'm not trying to be an asshole. I just act like this. It doesn't help that you're a total geek." Kurt began to raise his voice with each word.

"Well at least my geeky ambitions will get me somewhere in life. Plus, I invited you into my home to help you and you repay me by calling you a geek?" Blaine accused.

"Listen, I just want to study, okay?" Kurt tried calming down.

"Stop being such a jerk and maybe we'll get work done." Blaine said, stomping over to the desk and nearly slamming his books open like a two year old.

Kurt didn't move, he just stood there and began to smile. He began to realize why he was so angry earlier. He was conflicted. Conflicted between needing to keep his popularity and thinking Blaine was the cutest geek he's ever seen. So, he continued to smile gently and Blaine. This seemed to infuriate Blaine even further, and that made Kurt giggle. When Kurt finally came to his senses, he stuttered through his giggles, "I'm sor- I'm sorry. It's j-just. I'm start-starting to think you're kinda cute."

"Excuse me?" Blaine asked with much offence in his voice.

"It's a compliment. Just the way you get so fucking worked up and won't curse and how geeky your room is. It's kind of cute." Kurt told him.

"I'm not a geek." Blaine whined.

"It's in a good way. Okay not exactly good, but it kind of works for you, especially if you don't care about popularity." Kurt tried soothing him.

"Do you want to study or not?" Blaine asked angrily.

"I'd like to get to know my tutor first." Kurt's voice became lower than usual as he walked over to the seat next to Blaine's.

"Fine. I'll play along for a bit. What do you want to know?" Blaine asked with frustration coating his tone.

"Have you ever kissed a boy, Blainers?" Kurt asked seductively. Blaine just blushed and nodded no. So, Kurt spoke with a more confused tone this time, "Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"Well yeah. Once. Well twice. But once was at a party… I don't handle alcohol too well. The second was because she liked me and I wasn't sure if I liked girls or not." Blaine replied, honestly.

"And do you like girls?" Kurt asked, giggling.

"Not like that…" Blaine answered, shuffling uncomfortably in his seat.

"It's okay. Me neither." Kurt stated the obvious and moved closer to Blaine. Their faces were only a few inches apart at this point.

"Okay. You know me." Blaine spoke, trying to get Kurt to move, but somehow he was paralysed by the lustful look in Kurt's eyes.

Kurt threw his lips onto Blaine's for a sloppy, closed-mouth kiss. Kurt parted his own lips and began parting Blaine's with his tongue. Blaine soon caught on and tried to kiss Kurt back. Kurt tried not to smile at how awfully hard Blaine was trying. Blaine wasn't a horrendous kisser, not at all, but it was obvious that he was trying to make too much of an effort. He was moving his tongue more than necessary and squirming a little bit.

Once they finally pulled apart for air, Kurt looked straight into Blaine's eyes, "So, how was your first kiss?"

Blaine blushed and looked down. Then, he looked back up at Kurt and spoke softly, "It was nice. I'd like to do it again."

"We can't be seen in public. We can do this all we want, but I'm not risking my popularity for anybody and unless you lose the adorable bow ties, the gelled hair, the Glee club and tendencies to be a teacher's pet, there's no way you'd be good for my rep." Kurt stated bluntly.

Blaine looked up at Kurt, contemplatively. He was obviously hurt by this statement. It didn't surprise Kurt. Blaine was such a virgin; he probably wanted commitments, promises, rings and dreams. With Kurt, he would get nothing like that. With Kurt, he'd get midnight texts asking for him to come over, random hook ups in the stairwells, gropes in bedrooms and stuff that scared the shit out of innocent little boys like Blaine.

"So what do you say? Do you want to continue?" Kurt asked.

Blaine bit his lip and nodded slowly. Kurt felt an evil smile creep onto his face. He suddenly jumped out of his seat, pulled Blaine out of his and began dragging him to the bed. Kurt practically threw Blaine down. When Blaine was being straddled by Kurt, they resumed kissing. Kurt took control. Whenever he sensed that Blaine was really getting passionate, he pulled away to take a breath. This made Blaine both frustrated and lustful. As Kurt grew more aroused, so did Blaine. Kurt began to rock his hips to recognize this arousal. Blaine couldn't even bite back his moans and began to blush like a virgin on his wedding night.

Kurt pulled away to work at Blaine's neck. He was kissing, biting, sucking, licking and absolutely anything to get those beautiful moans out of Blaine's mouth. He decided to take Blaine's bowtie off and start unbuttoning his shirt. That's when Blaine started to try to push Kurt off of his body.

Kurt looked up, "What is it, Blaine?"

"I just want to take it slower." Blaine answered, breathlessly.

"Like stop here for now?" Kurt asked.

"Please?" Blaine asked.

"Well that's fine with me, but I hope you don't expect me to go on dates with you until you feel ready enough to fuck." Kurt answered.

"Well… no. You told me no dates. I just don't want to have sex… or anything like that yet. Not today." Blaine answered.

"Tomorrow?" Kurt asked, half joking.

"No." Blaine answered seriously.

"I understand. We'll just have some nice make out sessions for a while. Now, I'm going to go." Kurt told him, standing up and getting his stuff together.

"Bye." Blaine replied, propping himself on his elbows.

Kurt gave him one last kiss goodbye, which is actually quite unusual for him to do, before showing himself out. When he finally got to his car, he just sat there and thought for a while. What had he gotten himself into? Blaine was too innocent for him. He'd probably break his heart. Usually stuff like this didn't bother him, but right now it did. He felt bad that Blaine's first kiss wasn't with a guy that showed him real love. But what did it matter to him anyway? It's not like Kurt was supposed to watch out for Blaine, that was Blaine's job. After clearing his head, Kurt drove home. Once at home, he realized he still had a shitload of Spanish homework that he didn't have done yet.

The next day at school, Kurt expected Blaine to try to be clingy, but he wasn't. Usually, when a hook up decided to keep their school life and private life separate happy, but for some reason, Kurt just felt weird. Blaine hadn't tried to wave to him or talk to him or even make eye contact with him. It's not like Kurt tried either, but he was surprised that Blaine didn't.

In Spanish, Santana could just sense that something was getting to him, so she asked, "What's your problem, Kurt?"

"I hooked up with the geek last night." Kurt admitted almost immediately.

"Are you fucking serious?" Santana asked with an evil laugh.

"Yeah. We didn't really do anything because he's such a fucking virgin, but we made out. I think I was his first real kiss." Kurt explained to her.

"Aw. How adorable. So wait… why's that bothering you? Usually I can tell when you've hooked up with somebody because you either have a bounce in your step or you hesitate sitting down. Today it just seems like you're bothered by something." Santana thought out loud to herself.

"I don't know. I guess I feel gross for making out with such a geek." Kurt lied.

"You've done much worse." Santana told him.

"I guess you're right." Kurt answered and began to hide that anything was bothering him. By the time he was at practise, none of the girls he sits with even asked him if anything was up.