Blaine walked out of the school with his hands in his pockets, his head low and his shoulders slumped. Prancing a few feet ahead of him with Rachel at his side, Kurt chattered on and on about how he was so excited for Sectionals. He was bundled in one of Blaines heavy jackets that hung past his waist and hid his little hands. Blaine thought he looked adorable. Approaching the bus with everyone else, Blaine watched a few of the guys pile on and swarm the front seats around Schuester. He followed the girls and Kurt onto the bus, feeling the guys eyes on him as he passed.

Tucking a piece of hair behind his ear, Blaine saw Rachel and Mercedes sit down beside of each other, and Kurt sat down in a seat by himself in a row right behind them. The girls immediately turned to Kurt and started talking to him, but Kurt kept his eyes on Blaine. He patted the spot beside of him, "Blaine."

The girls lifted their heads and rolled their eyes at Blaine, which made him very uncomfortable. "Why is he even here?" He heard Rachel whisper, and he quickly turned away from them. Hurrying down the aisle as if he hadnt even noticed Kurt offer him a seat, Blaine slid into a seat near the back of the bus. He pinned himself against the window, shuddering with anxiety. He didnt know how hed handle spending the next day with the entire glee club.

Kurt poked his nose into the aisle and stared at Blaine, so Blaine hid himself from his line of sight. Before he could make a move, Schuester stood up and started taking names. Schuester sat back down and the bus pulled out of the parking lot, and Blaine heard the guys start talking about something he didnt care about.

Pulling his bag onto his lap, Blaine looked through it and found his iPod. He pulled it out and stuck a headphone in his ear, not wanting to hear the people who hated him. But even over the music, he made out the girls voices, each of them talking about the dance routine. He didnt hear Kurts voice, and he wondered if he was taking a nap. Looking at Kurt, he saw him at the edge of his seat, still gazing at Blaine.

Kurt blinked at him, then said something to the girls. They immediately turned to Blaine with furrowed brows, but didnt stop Kurt when he got up. He walked back to Blaines seat and sat down next to him, his eyes huge with worry, "Whats the matter? I wanted you to sit by me."

"Im sorry." He pressed himself against the window again, taking out the headphone. Kurt followed him, curling against his side. "I didnt want to be near the girls. I know they dont like me." Wrapping his arm around Kurts waist, he whispered, "You can go up there and talk to them."

Kurt tugged on his arm, "Will you come with me? I wont leave you back here by yourself. You look so lonely." When Blaine looked at the girls again and shook his head, Kurt murmured, "Ill stay back here if you want me to, but I want you to have fun. Do you want to hold my hand?"

Sliding his fingers through Kurts, Blaine held onto him tightly as he got back up. "Kurt-" Kurt wiggled out of the seat, and Blaine got up with him. Following Kurt over to his seat, he heard the girls suddenly get very quiet when he sat down by him, huddling into his side.

He avoided looking at them for several seconds, resting on Kurt. Kurt, realizing that none of them were going to speak, stroked Blaines hair and said, "Does anyone have pictures of our costumes?"

It took a moment for any of the girls to reply, but Rachel finally muttered, "Fine, lets just ignore this problem." Blaines head snapped up and he found Rachel staring at him, but her eyes flickered to Kurt. "No, we dont have any pictures. The costumes are already at the auditorium."

Kurt didnt answer her, and Blaine turned around to face him. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were wide, "Rachel, what you said to Blaine was very mean. Please say youre sorry."

"No!" Rachel folded her arms over her chest, pointing her nose at the ceiling. "I wont apologize to him! He is a problem, Kurt! I warned you about him but youre still with him, anyway! Hes a bully and hes going to mess up our performance. Do you want us to lose? You know, sometimes I think itd be better if youd never come from Paris, that way I wouldnt have to deal with him!" Rachel pointed her finger at Blaine, who growled because she insulted Kurt.

Before he could lash out at her, Schuester got up and glared at her over the tops of the seats, "Rachel, calm down! I can hear you yelling all the way up here. Blaine, you know youre going to cause trouble by getting near them, so put some distance between you and them, okay?" He sat back down, and the girls looked away from him in rejection.

Feeling sick to his stomach, Blaine realized that everyones eyes were on him, a few of the guys halfway standing up from their seats to get a look at him. He covered his red face with his hand and slipped out of his seat, going to the one farther back. "Blaine," Kurt begged, scurrying after him. He huddled into Blaines side after he sat down. "Blaine, Im so sorry."

Blaine didnt want anyone to see him cry but the tears kept streaking his face. Kurt held onto him and kissed his tears. He realized that everyone hated him, and he was starting to regret all of those stupid mistakes hed made.

About an hour later, the bus pulled up in front of a hotel and stopped, and the guys sluggishly poured out of it. Lifting his head from Kurts shoulder and yawning, Blaine swung his bag over his shoulder and rubbed Kurts back. Kurt, who had fallen asleep on him a few minutes before Blaine had gone to sleep, sleepily blinked and mewled.

He stood up and lifted Kurt, holding him against his chest. Half carrying him off the bus, Blaine waited about a foot away from the rest of the yawning guys for Schuester to give them room keys. Brushing Kurts hair off his face, Blaine kissed his forehead, "Just a few more minutes. You can go back to sleep." He lifted his head and found Santana staring at him, but she glanced away when he caught her eye.

Schuester got off the bus and gave Finn a key, and the guys headed inside. Following them, Blaine walked around Rachel, who rolled her eyes at him and took a step away as if he was poisoned. He sighed heavily and walked upstairs with the guys, and they each took turns at the bathroom to change into pajamas. Blaine took Kurt in with him and stripped him of his clothes, pulling a thin nightgown over his head. After Finn found their room, they immediately picked their beds, and Blaine chose a bunk bed in the corner.

Blaine carried Kurt over to it and laid him down on the bottom, covering him in blankets. Climbing in beside of Kurt, Blaine rolled over so he was facing away from the guys. He didnt want to see the disgusted looks on their faces that he was sleeping with Kurt. Hearing quiet out of them, Blaine briefly glanced over his shoulder and saw a few of the guys eyeing him, whispering to each other and smirking.

Beside of him, Kurt sighed and snuggled into his chest, so Blaine returned his attention to him. Rubbing Kurts back, Blaine burrowed as deeply into the pillow as he could. He didnt want to be seen.

"Did you see him freak out on the bus?" He heard one of the guys, maybe Mike, whisper to the others. "Ive heard that he has issues."

Artie started laughing, "I think everyone can see that... except Kurt. Do you think he knows how awful Blaine is?"

Blaine could feel his cheeks get hot, his eyes filling with tears. Clinging to Kurt, he listened to them make fun of him for a few minutes until he couldnt take it anymore. Suddenly jerking out of the bed, Blaine heard them get absolutely silent, all of them pressing themselves to their beds as if to fake sleeping. He laid Kurt down on the pillows and almost ran out of the room, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Kurt woke up to the feeling of movement, his blue eyes opening on a dark room. A few of the guys were still mumbling, so he thought that he hadnt been sleeping long. Feeling around for Blaine, Kurt frowned when he didnt find him and he lifted his head. "I didnt know he was still awake." One of the guys coughed.

"Do you think someone should go chase him down?" Someone, maybe Artie, suggested.

Scooting off of his bed, Kurt got the attention of a few of the guys. Finn, who was in the bunk next to his, muttered, "Hey, Kurt. What are you doing up?"

"Where is Blaine?" He murmured, lifting on his toes to check all of the top bunks.

The guys glanced at each other, and Puck muttered, "We dont know. He just left. Do you want us to walk you around and help you find him?"

Kneeling by his suitcase, Kurt pulled out a robe and bundled himself in it, "No, thank you." Blaine wouldnt have just left, so Kurt wondered if something had upset him. Leaving the guys, Kurt opened the door and stepped into the empty hallway. He took an elevator down to the lobby because there were only rooms above his floor. After a few seconds, it dinged and the doors slid open, and Kurt stepped off of it.

He saw a gift shop off to the side and a café and bathroom on the other side of the room, and at first he started heading for the bathroom, but stopped when he caught a glimpse of someone inside the café. Looking inside, Kurt saw Blaine sitting by himself, his unblinking eyes staring at his lap, his hair hanging in his face. He looked so upset.

Walking into the café, Kurt sniffed the warm coffees and his belly gurgled. He ignored his hunger and approached Blaine, sitting down in the chair across from him. "Why did you go?"

Blaine finally lifted his swollen eyes, "You shouldnt have gotten out of bed." was the only thing he said, and he returned his eyes to his lap. Putting his elbows on the table, Blaine covered his face with his arms and dug his fingers into his hair.

Kurt reached for his hands and put his on top of Blaines. "Dont pull so much." When Blaine loosened his grip on his curls, Kurt slid his hands underneath Blaines and tugged them away from his head. Smoothing Blaines heavy hair off his face, Kurt leaned across the table and kissed his forehead.

Blaine opened his eyes and stared at Kurt, then he glanced down at the coffee in front of him. "Are you thirsty?" He nudged the drink toward Kurt, and Kurt happily took it and sipped it. "We have a competition tomorrow. You should be asleep."

Kurt kept drinking until he was full, then he gave the drink back to Blaine. "Shouldnt you?" He whispered, lacing his fingers through Blaines. "You have a competition tomorrow, too."

"It doesnt matter if I sleep or not." He reached for his drink and swigged it, then he put it aside when it was empty. "Everyone thinks Im going to screw this up, anyway."

"I dont." Kurt peeped, squeezing Blaines hand. He smiled at him, and Blaine looked startled by his trust in him. "I think youll be wonderful. They just..." he turned around and stared at the elevator, knowing the glee club was just a few floors above them, "dont understand how nice you are. I thought they would give you a chance on the bus... and Im so sorry that they hurt you."

"Its not your fault." Blaines jaw hardened. "I had it coming. Ive done some stupid things to all of them."

Kurt sighed and stroked Blaines jaw, "I know youre sorry... so you didnt deserve that."

Leaning into Kurts soft hand, Blaine turned his head and kissed his palm. "Let me get you up to bed." He stood up and held his hand out for Kurt, but Kurt hesitated.

"Will you stay?" He whispered, reaching for Blaines hand. Snuggling into Blaines side, he waited for him to answer, but he didnt. "Blaine... tell me youll stay. I cant sleep without you."

Blaine finally shook his head, rubbing his face with his free hand. "No. Im not going back to the room. I might buy my own room with my brothers money." Putting his hand at Kurts waist, he muttered, "You can come with me... stay with me... you know, if you want."

Kurt nodded, happily following Blaine up to the desk. After Blaine ordered a room a few floors above where the glee club was staying, they got on an elevator and took it up. Blaine was quiet the entire time, resting against the side of the elevator, his dark eyes on the floor. Once the elevator doors slid open, Kurt popped out and hopped over to their room, waiting for Blaine to put the card in.

They walked inside, and Kurt saw that it had a dresser with a TV on it, and one bed. Instantly scurrying over to the bed, Kurt slipped off his robe and wiggled under the blankets. "Im so cozy." He chirped, watching Blaine take off his shirt. Blaine pushed his pants down but stayed in his boxers, getting in the bed beside of Kurt.

Kurt cuddled into his side, his fingertips tracing patterns on Blaines hard chest. "Are you happy to be here?" He whispered and looked up at Blaines emotionless face.

Blaines jaw tightened, then he relaxed and bent to kiss the top of Kurts head. "Yeah." Rolling onto his back, Blaine pulled Kurt on top of him. Kurt slid his leg between Blaines, putting his arms on his strong shoulders. "Im happy to be with you."

Tilting his head, Kurt whispered, "I like making you happy." He parted his lips, and Blaine realized what Kurt wanted and closed the distance between them. Moaning at the warmth of Blaines mouth, he grabbed Blaines hair and tugged him off the pillow, bringing him even closer.

"Oh, baby..." Blaine grunted and rubbed Kurts bottom, his fingers slipping up his nightgown. They deepened the kiss with the turn of their heads, their noses bumping and eyelashes brushing. Sliding his tongue into Kurts mouth, Blaine twisted the bottom of Kurts nightgown in his hand and pulled up. Kurt let him peel it off his pink skin, leaving him in a pair of panties.

He scrunched those in his fist and tugged. Whimpering, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaines huge shoulders, feeling his panties get lower and lower on his legs until they fell off. He touched Blaines stomach and scratched his nails down to Blaines boxers, but he was too nervous to touch them. "Blaine... please..."

Without taking his lips from Kurts, Blaine ripped his boxers off and threw them aside. Both of them were completely naked, their cocks and legs tangled. Groaning, Blaine thrust his hips at Kurts, and Kurt cried out. "Oh, Blaine... I cant take much more..."

"I want to feel you inside of me." Blaine groaned, startling Kurt. "I want to feel what I do to you." Spreading his knees, Blaine arched, making their cocks slide against each other. Kurt mewled at the warm pleasure.

"B-Blaine, I dont want you to be upset." Kurt pleaded, shivering as Blaine rubbed against him again. "Oh, Blaine... this feels so good."

Pressing their mouths, Blaine twisted his lips and moaned, "I cant regret you. I just want you inside of me." He suddenly lifted his head and stared down at Kurts flushed face. "Are you uncomfortable? We dont have to do it like this... its just... Im aching for you."

Crying out again, Kurt turned his head and gasped into the pillow. "Oh, Blaine... Im just so scared that you wont like it-" He mumbled when Blaine spread his knees, making Kurt fall between his legs. "Oh!"

Blaine wrapped his hand around his cock, making Kurt tremble, and he pushed it up against his puckered hole. He was very red between his ass cheeks, and he was so tight. Pressing Kurts tip inside, Blaine threw his head back and snarled. Kurt gasped and pressed his fingertips to his lips, "Are you okay?"

Growling, Blaine lifted his head and kissed Kurt very firmly, his hands sliding into Kurts soft hair. The kiss was frantic and needy, and Kurt got very dizzy. Laying down on top of Blaine, Kurt pressed another inch inside, and Blaine almost roared. Tearing his lips off of Kurts, Blaine buried his face in his neck and sucked the soft skin. "Oh, Blaine!" Kurt squealed, feeling Blaine press down on his bottom. Pushing deep into Blaine, Kurt cried out as the warm, tight heat squeezed him. "Blaine!"

The bed violently shook with Blaines thrashing, and when Kurt wiggled a little deeper and touched his prostate, Blaine yelled and arched at the ceiling. "Kurt!" Poking Blaines prostate again, Kurt cried out at the hard sensations. He was a wreck, his body trembling and pressed to Blaines.

He came inside of Blaine, something that was very unusual but very pleasurable for him. Feeling Kurts come filling him, Blaine shouted, "Kurt!" He came and it never seemed to stop gushing out of him, spraying his and Kurts stomachs. Kurt moaned when the warm liquid painted his pale skin. After Blaine got control of himself again, he collapsed to the pillows and tried to breathe. Stroking Kurts stomach, Blaine felt his warm come running over his finger.

Kurt opened his mouth, so Blaine let him lick it off. "Mm..." he moaned, "you taste so good." Sliding his fingers down Blaines thigh, Kurt held his hand up for Blaine to lick.

"Sweet." He muttered, his voice deep and broken. "Like sugar." Rolling over so he was on top, Blaine kissed Kurt again and tasted his salty flavor. It was so hot on Kurts tongue.

"Do you like tasting yourself?" Kurt giggled, looping his arms around Blaines neck. After a few seconds of staring at Blaines dazed, grinning face, he kissed him again, "Thank you... that was wonderful. Did you like it?"

Blaine couldnt stop kissing Kurt, "I loved it. I love you." Dropping kisses everywhere he saw Kurts skin, he groaned, "I love everything about you. I love having you naked." Smiling down at Kurt, Blaine moved off of him and laid down on his side. Putting his hand on Kurts naked hip, he gently rubbed the skin and made it pink. "Youre so beautiful."

Blushing, Kurt rested against Blaines chest, "Blaine?" When Blaine looked down at him, he sighed and whispered, "Can I ask you something? Ive been wondering... what you think about us."

Blaine raised his brows, smoothing Kurts hair, "You mean... what we are?" Kurt nodded, so Blaine thickly swallowed and turned his head. "I like this, Kurt. I like what we have." Looking back at Kurts small face, he stroked his cheeks, "Tell me what you want."

Kurt blinked and pressed his face to Blaines chest, not wanting him to see his flushed face, "I do love you, Blaine. Very much. Im happy with being your best friend... I love being so close to you, that I can tell you anything. I do want to hold your hand in front of my friends, and kiss you in the hallway, but I just like being with you." Lifting his head, he kissed Blaine again, and Blaine rubbed the tip of his nose with his own. "I dont want anything to change... because I am so happy just having you. I just want to know how you feel... with being straight."

Pressing his face to Kurts neck, Blaine sighed, "I feel so attracted to you... I want you. I like holding you in my arms and feeling your lips on mine. Ive never felt like this with a girl. If you want..." he paused and took a deep breath, "you can call me your boyfriend. Ill be your boyfriend. Can we just... keep it quiet for now? Im terrified of..." He didnt know what exactly he was terrified of because so many things seemed to want to hurt him, but he knew what to expect if anyone ever found out about what they did when they were alone.

"Be my boyfriend?" Kurt squeaked, a small smile curving his lips. "Id like that very much." Covering his mouth to quiet a giggle, Kurt shook his head, "I wont tell anyone. Im good at keeping secrets."

Tightening his arms around Kurt, Blaine nibbled his ear, so happy that Kurt wanted this... wanted him. "I love you."

Smiling, Kurt parted his lips and sighed at Blaines warm kiss. "I love you, too."