Blaine skipped into school, dapper smile on his face as he headed to his locker. It was senior year, and he was ready to finally finish school and graduate with Kurt. He'd almost made it to his locker when,

"Move out of the way, fatass!"

Blaine was pushed roughly aside into a row of lockers as the bullies hurried away. He sniffled, blinking back tears and slunk to his locker, nearly running into Kurt along the way.

"Oh my god, baby!" Kurt grabbed onto him. "Shh, shh, it's okay. What happened?"

Blaine whimpered, cuddling Kurt.

"It's alright, baby. I love you," Kurt shushed gently.

"They-they called me fatass," Blaine squeaked.

"Who?" Kurt growled in anger. He'd kill anyone who messed with his Blaine.

"A-Azimio, and some of the other j-jocks," Blaine sobbed.

"Shush baby, it's okay. I'll make sure they don't get away with it," Kurt replied, kissing Blaine gently and then storming off in the direction of the football field.

"AZIMIO! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!" Kurt screamed at the top of his lungs. "HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY BLAINE? HOW DARE YOU MAKE HIM FEEL WORTHLESS LIKE THAT?"

Azimio stared silently as Kurt went on for a good twenty minutes before finally running out of steam.

"AND IF I EVER CATCH YOU SAYING ANYTHING TO MY BABY EVER AGAIN, YOU'LL BE DEALING WITH ME!" Kurt finished, swiveling around and walking off.

Blaine sat at their usual table for lunch, munching on a chocolate chip cookie whilst waiting for Kurt

"Do you really think you should be eating that?" Santana asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Santana, don't be a mean ass bitch, please," Mercedes sighed.

"I'm just saying, you're huge. You should consider losing weight because honestly, that's a turn-off."

At that moment Kurt showed up. "Hey guys, what are we talking about?"

Blaine sniffed, looking down and pushing his lunch away.

"Okay, which one of you messed with him?" Kurt asked, glaring at everyone, all of whom pointed to Santana.

"Traitors," she growled.

"If you said anything about his weight, Santana, I swear-"

"All I said was that it was a turn-off!" Santana defended.

"You idiot!" Kut snarled, wrapping an arm around Blaine to comfort him. "He gets enough from the Football players, now you too?"

"Chill out, gay boy," Santana huffed, getting up and taking her tray with her, muttering about how nobody ever appreciated it when she told them the truth.