"Don't tell me that you're starting to date that hobbit." Kurt heard Santana's voice snarl after Cheerios one day. Both of them were in the girl's locker room, putting on their normal clothes. Kurt may agree to wear the uniform at school but he puts his foot down on having to wear it anywhere else. He didn't need any more pervs staring at his poly-covered ass.

Kurt scoffed at Santana's statement, "Of course not. Why would you think something like that?"

Santana rolled her eyes at Kurt, now standing at the mirror to put on her mascara, "You've been spending an awful lot of time at his house." Santana's eyes narrowed at Kurt as he walked up to stand next to her, "Wait, are you doing some extra curricular activities with him?"

Kurt sighed, "No. I've decided to make him my project."

Santana huffed. It was common for the Cheerios to take on ‘projects'; get people to fall at their feet and sleep with them, then keep them around if they ever needed a pick-me-up.

Usually they picked virgins too.

Kurt just hasn't taken any yet. He didn't get a choice in that either: not a lot of people in Ohio wanted to sleep with him, cheerleader or not.

At least not in high school. College guys went crazy over his skin tone.

Santana started on her lip-gloss, "Why would you pick that guy though? Isn't he a little...slutty for your tastes?"

Kurt gave Santana a look. Of all the people in McKinley, he expected Santana of all people to pick up on Blaine's lack of a sex life. "You mean you don't know Santana?"

Santana paused midway through her bottom lip and glared at Kurt in the mirror, "Don't know what Hummel?"

Kurt laughs, "Oh my God you're going to love this..."

Kurt didn't expect Santana to spread it so quickly around school that the big bad Anderson was nothing more than a blushing virgin.

He knew that he probably should've kept that a secret for Blaine, but really what did he expect? That Kurt would keep something like that from other people?

Apparently he did, because the next day during history Blaine ignored Kurt, which was irritating because today was one of the few in-class days they could work in class.

"What is your problem Blaine?" Kurt sighed after he asked for the fifth time whether Kurt or Blaine should write the entire paper.

Blaine just looked at Kurt like he was an idiot, "You know, Kurt, I didn't need the entire school to know the truth about my sex life."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Oh is THAT it?"

Blaine narrowed his eyes, "You know, you used to be different. You used to have morals and crap. Now you're telling people things that shouldn't be told."

"Blai-"

"No listen Kurt! I moved here because I was bullied in my last school alright?" Kurt's jaw went slack. He couldn't ever imagine Blaine being bullied. Blaine continued, his fists curling and his knuckles turning white, "I was bullied and even went to the hospital for being beat up because I was gay. When I came here, everyone assumed I was some bad boy and I let them because it's my protection. It protects me from people who think they can attack me for being the way I am. Telling people that I'm not some slut who get's drunk every weekend and such makes people question my bad-assness. And that, took away my protection." Blaine was shaking at this point, and Kurt felt himself shrinking in his seat.

"I understand if you don't like me all that much Kurt, cause honestly I get that I'm some low life who doesn't deserve to breath the same air as you, but I don't need you to break down my reputation and risk my chance of being happy or protected at this school just because you have no heart or soul." Blaine stood up and grabbed his backpack. He started walking out of class, ignoring the teacher's shouts of how he'll get detention for leaving like this.

Kurt couldn't move. He could hardly breath. It wasn't that he was terrified of Blaine's outburst.

Well, maybe it was a little bit of that.

But really what he felt was...remorse. He felt horrible that he put Blaine through that just because he couldn't keep his big mouth shut.

The bell rang a few minutes later, shocking Kurt out of his comatose state and he rushed to grab his stuff and leave. As he was going through the doorway it occurred to him; he cared about Blaine.

How the hell did that happen?!

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Kurt didn't hear from Blaine for days afterwards. The day the project was due, Kurt walked in with a paper to find out that Blaine had not only submitted a paper for them, but also scored them an A+, bringing up Kurt's grade in the class. Kurt didn't even know that Blaine was smart, but apparently he was. Blaine wasn't in class that day.

Come to think of it, Blaine hadn't been in gym either.

It took two weeks, but Kurt finally saw Blaine again, and it was somewhere he hadn't expected it.

It was after school had gotten out, and for some reason Sue had cancelled Cheerios practice, even though it was a Friday, which was her favorite day to work them.

Kurt was walking to his SUV when he saw Blaine standing by the dumpsters, surrounded by some of the football jocks.

Blaine was looking at all of them, but his eyes found Kurt and froze on him. Kurt could see that he was scared. He seemed like he was afraid for his life.

Kurt found his feet walking over to the crowd. To do what, he had no idea.

As he got closer, he heard what some of them were saying, "-aren't some tough guy when you're surrounded. Give it up, Anderson, it's time to kick you ass."

"Yeah Anderson!"

"That'll teach him!"

"You will not do anything to that boy!" Kurt shouted, balling his fists.

The jocks turned to Kurt, a smile spreading on their faces, "Look, it's the school fairy! Come to grant us a wish?"

Kurt just scoffed, "Oh really, Kingsmen? That isn't what you said last week when you were on your knees begging to suck my cock."

Blaine turned beat red, and Kurt remembered that maybe he couldn't handle things like that still. He filed that away to remember.

"Besides, I wouldn't dare let you touch him." Kurt continued, walking to Blaine and taking his hand.

Blaine jumped from the contact but didn't pull away.

"And why's that Hummel?" One of the jocks asked.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Because he's my boyfriend you numb-nut."