[FIC] Carry Your Shame: Blaine Interlude (3.5/25)

Rating: NC-17

Beta: Laura aka- gottriplets <3

Warnings: First time sex, blow jobs, exhibitionism, sexting, gay sex all around- the usual :) This chapter contains homophobic language and violence

Summary: Kurt doesn’t think the Blaine Anderson will ever notice him, so he’s not in the least bit prepared for what happens when he does. (My take on the whole Popular!Blaine, nerd!Kurt trope)

This was written for this GKM prompt, so go check it out and possibly leave me some love <3

Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//(Blaine interlude)//Part 4//Part 5//Part 6//Part 7//Part 8//Part 9//(Blaine Interlude 2)//Chapter 10//Chapter 11

Carry Your Shame Playlist (organized by chapter)

*Side note- anyone looking to track this, it will always be tagged as “Fic: Carry Your Shame”

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“Yo, Anderson!” Puck threw his wet towel in Blaine’s face as he finished drying off from his shower. He stood there, not a stitch of clothing on him, yet confident at could be. Sometimes it amazed Blaine how carefree the guys on the team were about him being gay.

“What’s up?” Blaine asked, determined not to turn away from Puck no matter how awkward it was to be standing there in front of a fairly attractive, naked man. He knew that Puck did this to tease him. He tried to tempt Blaine so that he could get him to admit that he liked Puck. Ever since they’d drunkenly made out at Santana’s pool party, Puck had been doing this. 

It was all in good fun. Blaine knew that Puck wasn’t gay and Puck knew that Blaine wasn’t pining after him based on some reckless hour spent in a hot tub. 

“What’s the deal with you and twinkle-toes Hummel?” Puck asked, turning to his locker to get out some clothes to put on. 

“Don’t call him that,” Blaine said with a roll of his eyes. His friends might be cool with him being gay, but that didn’t mean they weren’t high school boys and prone to making ignorant and offensive comments. 

“Quinn saw you two leave the swim meet yesterday together,” Sam added, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

“And when Tina and I saw you at the pep rally, you were holding hands,” Mike added with a knowing smile. 

“It’s nothing,” Blaine said, hoping to drop the matter. Was he crushing over Kurt? Probably a bit… Okay, a lot. Kurt had made it perfectly clear that nothing would ever happen between them, so he didn’t want to be talking about this. 

“But you are hanging out with him?” Puck said, with a confused look. 

“Is there a problem with that?” Blaine asked, wondering what the big deal was. Kurt was attractive, funny and gay. Did they really have a problem with Blaine talking to him? He was the only other out boy at McKinley. It was natural for Blaine to gravitate towards him. 

“He’s gay,” Puck said, giving him a concerned look. 

 

“What did you think I was when I admitted to sucking cock?” Blaine said with forced laughter. He always internally cringed at how crude he sounded talking like that, but he knew being able to hold his own in pissing contests like this was the only thing keeping him out of the dumpster. 

“That’s different,” Puck said with a shrug. 

“It didn’t look different when it was your tongue down Blaine’s throat,” Mike said. 

Blaine sent him a quick, grateful look. He was trying to come to Blaine’s aide, but knew better than to call Puck out on his ignorant comments in front of the entire team. 

“But Kurt’s like really gay,” Puck responded. “Feather boa and tight pants gay.” 

Blaine bit his tongue and reminded himself that he loved his friends. They were open and accepting. They didn’t honestly have a problem with homosexuality. They were just boys, and boys sometimes made crude comments that they didn’t mean. Like when Sam gave Puck shit about Hanukah. It was exactly the same…

Still, that didn’t stop Blaine from immediately going into defensive mode. 

Blaine had become closer to Kurt in one afternoon than he was with any of his teammates. He had a responsibility to Kurt. If he knew Puck, and unfortunately he did, Kurt was going to be next on his list. Blaine had a feeling this was rooted in the fact that Kurt was Finn’s step-brother, but he couldn’t be sure. Still, Blaine knew that he could control this situation, control Puck. He could make sure Puck laid off of Kurt, he just needed to speak in terms they could understand…

“If you’re trying to convince me not to hang out with Kurt Hummel, bringing up his pants isn’t your best approach,” Blaine said with forced confidence. 

“So this is a sex thing then,” Sam said, nodding like it suddenly all made sense. The only reason Blaine might want to hang out with Kurt was to get laid. God forbid they actually had anything to talk about. God forbid they have something in common. 

“Well, I don’t want to bore you with the details,” Blaine said, feeling sick at what he was about to do. Still, he knew it would be for the best if he staked his claim on Kurt. Blaine, captain of the swim team, National Championship Blaine, they would lay off. 

“We kiss and tell in this locker room,” Puck said, giving him a challenging look. 

Popularity was a fickle thing. Blaine knew that. The Sadie Hawkins dance at his old school proved that to him. He might have a lot of say and control over his teammates, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have to follow certain rules and rise to their bait. 

“Well, he could teach your girlfriend a thing or two about the mechanics of giving good head,” Blaine said with a cocky shrug. 

He knew he sounded like a complete tool, and he would be horrified if any of this ever got back to Kurt, but it had to be done. There was an eight-inch scar on his back that proved being out, proud and your own person was the worst idea in small town Ohio. 

“Damnit, why do you get everything?”

“You dog!” 

“Hm…I had Hummel pegged for a virgin.” 

The locker room erupted with various congratulations and playful ribbing. 

“You idiots scare him off and I’ll drown you in the pool, understood?” Blaine warned, giving them a look that he knew they would assume meant Blaine planned on hooking up with Kurt on a regular basis. 

“No cock-blocking, got it,” Puck agreed. He grabbed his bag and headed out of the locker room with most of the guys. Blaine stayed behind, feigning a need to find lost goggles. He didn’t want to be around them anymore. He felt too guilty to deal with the prodding questions that were sure to come. 

It was all great that they would be leaving Kurt alone. Kurt wouldn’t have to deal with the dumpster tosses that he knew some of the less popular kids endured. Only now, Blaine wasn’t going to be able to hang out with Kurt. There was no way his friends would pass up an opportunity to ask Kurt about their sex life—the completely imaginary one that would never happen—if they caught Blaine and Kurt together.

Besides, Blaine hadn’t realized just how effemiphobic his friends were until now. They’d always been completely comfortable with his homosexuality. They showered next to him after every practice and never acted like they were scared Blaine was checking them out. Most of them had drunkenly hooked up with him at one party or another during moments of curiosity. 

Now Blaine wondered if they really were as cool as they’d always said they were. He never told them that he liked show tunes and worshipped Katy Perry. They’d never talked about his crush on Gene Kelly or his subscription to Vogue. Most of this was due to his uncultured audience. He never brought up the issue of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell with the guys, because none of them seemed interested in politics, not because he was afraid of seeming too gay. 

But now, maybe they only really liked Blaine because he wasn’t, in their eyes, that kind of gay. The guy who stood in a crowded high school hallway, wearing Alexander McQueen and painted on white jeans. The guy who was so out there and loud without having to say a single word. 

Kurt was a force. A powerful, beautiful force and Blaine envied him so much for his confidence. Kurt’s ability to wear what he wanted and be who he wanted was astounding to him. Sure, Blaine had a lot of friends and had the confidence of knowing he owned the school, but that didn’t change anything. 

No matter how painfully shy and quiet Kurt was, at the core of him, there was a true strength and beauty that Blaine would never have. Blaine, the boy who lived in a glass house built on a foundation of lies and half truths. 


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