Kurt hobbled into Blaine's house. He was still sore from his fall, but he was determined to get back to normal. And now he had a boyfriend. Blaine was his boyfriend.

"Hey you." Blaine said breathily when Kurt walked into his room. The plan was to watch movies and then work on the homework Kurt had missed. Kurt barely made it past the door before Blaine's lips attached to his. Blaine backed them up against a wall.

"Ow" Kurt whimpered into Blaine's mouth. Blaine jumped back.

"Oh shit! Kurt! I'm so sorry! I almost forgot your broken butt!"

Kurt glared at him, "bruised pelvis, Blaine. You can't break your butt, it's muscle and fat!"

"But it's more fun to say broken butt." Blaine teased.

"See it's moments like this I remember you're younger than me." Kurt smirked as he limped past Blaine and eased himself down to sit on the bed.

"Only by a few months." Blaine wasn't lying. The bullying from his old school caused him to miss a lot of school. When he transferred to Dalton, they made him repeat a year.

"Sit with me." Kurt patted the area next to him. He could always sense when something was a sore subject for Blaine. Blaine gently sat next to Kurt. "So, where were we?"

They kissed lazily. After a while, Kurt needed to lie down, Blaine lay with him. Something about being horizontal turned their PG, Disney appropriate, kissing, into a heated makeout session. Blaine carefully pulled Kurt on top of him. Kurt gently rolled his hips down, ignoring the slight pain. Blaine fisted his hands in the back of Kurt's shirt, giving a small moan. Then, Kurt's phone rang.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Kurt groaned. He slowly rolled off of Blaine and got to his messenger bag. "Hello?… Cedes, I'm kind of busy…. Yes he is… None of your business… Tonight?… I'll ask, but probably….. Ok… Love you….. Bye."

"What did Miss Mercedes want?" Blaine got up and stood behind Kurt. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and kissed his shoulder.

"The new directions are having a fund raiser for nationals tonight and want us to go."

"Gasp! Fund the competition! Wes would have a heart attack!" Blaine mocked. They lost to the new directions at regionals and Blaine was fine. He had Kurt and that's all that matters. But Kurt missed being part of them. He should be on stage with them raising money, not sitting in the audience.

"So you want to go? Mercedes said a lot of people rsvp'd to go."

"It would be my pleasure!"

A few hours later, they were walking in the doors of McKinley high. "We're really early…" Kurt mumbled.

"Hmm, how about a tour?" Blaine suggested. He went to hold Kurt's hand, but Kurt jerked it away.

"Not here." Kurt darted his eyes around. Blaine simply nodded and put his hands in his pockets. "So first let's start with the math wing." Kurt led them down a hallway.

The tour was winding down, "And that was the Spanish classroom." Kurt said, he was starting to get a flood of all the amazing memories he had at McKinley. "And of course you know the choir room."

"Hey you guys, you better get in the auditorium, the shows about to start." Brittney came down the hallway pushing Artie in his wheelchair.

"It's gonna be a full house y'all, gotta get there early to get a good seat." Artie said as they passed.

"We'll be there in a minute, I'm just showing Blaine around." Kurt replied.

"Thanks for coming and supporting us guys, it's really cool." Artie said before they ducked into the choir room. Kurt looked longingly at the room.

"Aw, you miss them." Blaine sympathized. He knew Kurt wanted to go back, but he worried about his boyfriend's safety. Kurt looked at Blaine, about to respond, but they were interrupted.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" They turned to see David Karofsky walking towards them. "I was pumping iron in the gym and one of the guys said you were out here spreading your fairy dust all over the place."

That was it, Blaine's breaking point. He was so sick of Karofsky and his closeted homosexuality influenced homophobia. "Would you just give it up? You can live whatever lie you want but don't pretend that the three of us don't really know what's going on here."

"You don't know squat butt boy." Karofsky jibbed.

Blaine lurched forward and shoved the large teen. Karofsky moved to retaliate but Santana broke it up. "Hey stop!"

"You're real brave with your fists but you're a coward when it comes to the truth." Kurt said, not regretting his sudden found confidence.

"Truth about what?" Santana looked at Karofsky, then Kurt.

"It's none of your business JLo."

Santana looked at Karofsky again, her face went stone cold and the fiery Latina was back. She spewed off a rant that left Blaine bewildered. He was sure that at one point she said she kept razors in her hair. This was only the third time he had ever seen the girl and each time kind of scared him a little more than the last. Whatever she said, worked. Karofsky stalked back down the hall. Blaine took a beat to collect himself. "We could have handled that."

"It was more fun doing it together." She smiled, a rare sight. Her phone buzzed and then she muttered "Oh crap." And ran to the choir room.

It turns out that no one had shown up to the show except for Blaine, Kurt, and a bunch of hecklers. "I should be up there getting ridiculed with them." Kurt whispered. He thought Blaine didn't hear him, but he did.