Blaine walked down the hallway by himself, having left Kurt with Rachel so she could take him all over the school to brag about their trip to New York. He wanted to be with him, but knew that Kurt wouldnt want to stay away from him for long. Passing a few kids taking down posters about winter break, he noticed them glance at him, and then they looked away as if they hadnt even seen him. He furrowed his brows because that was very unusual. People either glared at him or yelled names at him.

Relieved that hed been ignored-for the first time ever, he went up to his locker and opened it. He took a few books out and filled his shoulder bag, then opened Kurts locker and grabbed his things. Kurts locker hadnt started out by his, but Blaine had demanded it from the principal, and he usually got his way when he demanded things.

He stayed there for a few seconds, facing his locker that was full of pictures of him and Kurt, and he glanced over his shoulder to see if Kurt was skipping toward him. Much to his disappointment, he wasnt. Hed have to walk to glee club alone. Sighing heavily, he took his phone out and started to text Kurt that hed meet him in there unless he wanted him to come get him, but he almost dropped it when a few big bodies surrounded him.

Jerking his head up, he was shocked to see Puck and Finn standing not a foot away, Puck leaning against Kurts locker while Finn stood right behind him. "Shit," he breathed too quietly for either of them to hear, and he took a step back.

Puck, who was texting, didnt seem to notice him escaping. He finally looked up after a moment and quirked half a smile at Blaine, "Hey. How was your break?"

His eyes widened to the size of saucers. What were they doing? Backing up a little more, he must have been very obvious about it because Puck quickly frowned, "Wait... you dont have to leave. Can we walk you to glee club?" Suddenly grinning, he lunged at Blaine, who made a low sound and ducked, and he winced when a large arm was thrown around his shoulders. "Whats wrong, Blaine?"

He didnt give him a chance to reply and started dragging him down the hallway, immediately getting into a conversation with Finn, "Im bringing Dance, Dance Revolution to the sleepover. Puckerman loves those dancing babes." He suddenly pursed his lips, "Wait, Kurts leaving, right?"

"Yeah." Finn nodded, "Hes going over to Rachels."

The smirk was back, "Oh, good. He would totally kill us at Dance, Dance. Besides, I was thinking we could have this game of who burps the loudest after chugging root beer and I dont want to gross him out."

Blaine was extremely confused, and for the first time he spoke up, "What?"

Puck almost violently shook him, "Were coming to your house this Friday! Kurt lent us your house for our glee guys get together. What kind of snacks do you have? Im bringing my favorite chips and root beer."

Blaine, feeling Finn come up on his other side and wrap an arm around him, uncomfortably tried to writhe free, but they both had tight grips. "Uh... Kurt likes celery... and cheesecake."

"Gross." Puck shook his head, "No, were ordering pizza."

They turned a corner and almost ran into one of the kids that Blaine remembered pushing into a locker, and he winced as the kid glanced up at him. He looked harmless, and Blaine couldnt remember why he did it. The kid didnt look long, and he didnt seem surprised by seeing Blaine held captive by Finn and Puck. He hurried past them, probably to go to his next class.

What was going on? Blaine didnt understand why everyone was okay with this. Theyd seen him at his lowest, even when he punched a kid because Karofsky told him to since he was gay, and he didnt know why they would even want him.

"Blaine?" Finns voice pulled him back, "Everything cool? You look pale."

"Yes." Blaine let them lead him up to the choir room door, and Puck shoved it open. Schuester seemed to already be talking about them coming back from break, so they quietly went in. Kurt was by himself in the middle row, just a few seats away from Rachel. Blaine went up to him and realized that Finn and Puck were following him, which startled him.

He sat down beside of Kurt, who smiled at him and wrapped an arm around his. Puck and Finn threw themselves down in the empty seats surrounding them, and even though a few of the people looked confused, most ignored them.

Schuester, who had given them a chance to find seats, started talking again, "Okay, welcome back, guys. Ive heard you all had good breaks. Now, I have some important things to talk about with two of our members, so Ill let you all have a free period to talk about your breaks, but first I want ideas about Regionals."

While a few people gave ideas, Blaine leaned closer to Kurt and whispered, "Honey, why didnt you talk to me about planning this sleepover?"

Kurt blinked at him, suddenly looking concerned, "Youre not upset, are you? Oh, please, dont be. I dont like when youre upset. I texted Finn about it and he seemed very excited. I just want you to be happy and have your friends back."

"No... Im not upset." Blaine shook his head, glancing at Puck and Finn again, then at the rest of the guys in the room. "I just... wasnt expecting it, thats all. It surprised me." He suddenly stared at Kurt again, trying to find comfort in his gentle eyes, "What if they dont forgive me?"

Kurt cooed, cupping Blaines chin in a tiny hand and pressing their noses, "Theyll forgive you. No one can be mad at you."

"Kurt," Kurt heard his name, so he looked down at Schuester. "Youre the most musical in our class. Have you been inspired by New York?"

Kurts face softened and he pressed his hands to his cheeks, "Oh, yes. It was very beautiful. But Im more inspired by something else." His eyes lifted to Blaines face, and Blaines skin turned white. He wondered what he was thinking of. "You see, Blaine loves disco music... hes a very good singer, too. Id like it if you gave him a solo."

"Really." Schuester said, more out of disbelief than as a question. "Well, thats a very good idea, Kurt. As long as Blaine is okay with it. He is a great singer and has a lot of potential." Giving Blaine a significant look, he turned away and muttered, "Okay, Ill keep all of your suggestions in mind. You guys can have a free period now." He looked back over his shoulder, "Kurt, Blaine, can I see both of you just for a moment?"

Blaine, who didnt know what to expect but was thinking it was probably something about their relationship again, sighed heavily and took Kurts hand. He helped him to his feet and led him down to Schuester, who pointed out his office. "Come on."

Kurt hesitantly went up to the door, and Blaine nudged him inside. Setting him down in one of the chairs, Blaine took the one next to his and wrapped an arm around him. "Whats going on?" He muttered lowly, but Schuester waited to reply until he was at his desk and had a few folders in his hand.

"I need your help." Schuester started out by saying, setting the folders in front of them. "What I want from you guys... wont be easy. But I know that you can do it for me. Kurt, anyone will listen to you. And, Blaine, youre very... persuasive." That was the nicest way he could put it.

Kurt blinked at his folder, so Blaine reached for it and handed it to him. A few song sheets slid out, each one with the song Bad on it. Kurt looked shocked, "Mr. Schuester, I dont understand. Are we going to tell the rest of the students that... were bad?"

"No," Schuester crossed and uncrossed his legs. "Well... in a way, yes. Listen, Figgins has been getting more and more football players and glee kids in his office this year. Glee kids are constantly in and out of the nurses office with Slushie in their eyes, and football players are getting suspensions, detentions, and, of course, Blaine got kicked off. And he said if we dont start doing something to fix this, hes going to ban both football and glee club from school next year."

Blaine didnt like this idea at all. "They wont listen to us. Ive been around them... they dont care. This isnt going to work."

Schuester frowned at Blaine, then shook his head as if to clear it, "But thats where you two step in. Figgins is demanding that for two weeks we step into each others shoes and see things from the others perspective or else glee and football will, without a doubt, be canceled."

"What does that mean?" Kurt whispered, still eyeing the music.

"That means that for one week the football players will come to glee club and perform with us, and well be performing this song with them. Bad." He made a gesture with his hands, "The thing is, if we do a song like that in front of the football team and own it, they might back off."

"What about the second week?" Kurt wondered.

"Thats the week I worry about," Schuester pointed out. "Figgins is requiring everyone-everyone-to play in a football game."

Blaines brows lowered, "But some of them have no experience." He briefly looked at Kurt, his mouth twisting at the thought of him getting tackled, "They could get hurt."

Schuester understood what Blaine was saying, as his eyes also went to Kurt, "I know, Blaine. Ill talk to Figgins about it. You dont have to worry... Ill figure something out." Leaning back in his chair now that he thought they might agree to this and were considering it, he muttered, "What you two need to worry about is being in charge. Kurt, the glee club has more respect for you than they do me and youre our best dancer and singer, so youll be in charge of the first week."

Kurt nodded and looked like he was happy about that, but Blaine still wasnt convinced. He knew it would take some work with Blaine. "Blaine, I want you to be in charge of the football players. Youre a very bold person... you know how to be in charge and demand things. You also know them. Can you do that for me?"

Blaine didnt answer for a few minutes, sitting quietly as Kurt rubbed his shoulder to comfort him. Realizing that nothing was to come, Schuester turned to Kurt, who looked very concerned about Blaines silence. "Kurt... do you mind waiting outside for the rest of class? I just want to keep him for a few minutes. You can have him back."

Kurt looked at him, then back at Blaine, who was still motionless, and he finally dipped his chin. "Yes." Scurrying from his chair, he opened the door and slipped outside.

Schuester folded his fingers in front of him, still watching Blaines pale face. His expression was one of dread and concern and worry. Blowing out heavily, he muttered, "Have you been working on your song?"

"No," Blaine muttered without pause, "I havent. I have no idea what to write and Im just... lost right now."

Schuester was relieved he actually got something out of him. "Itll be alright, Blaine. Youll figure things out." Blaines hard expression didnt change, so he quickly switched the subject, "How have you been doing? You know... since New York. Has anything changed?"

His dark eyes finally lifted, and Schuester had to look away from them. They were too heated, too alert. Schuester almost wanted Kurt to come back in so Blaine would look at him instead. "Thats not the subject... but Kurt and I are fine." Shaking his head, he scrubbed his hair with his palm, "You dont actually expect this to work, do you? Youd be naïve if you did."

Blaines blunt tone almost made him want to doubt. "I have to try something. The glee club is putty in Kurts hands... except for a few..." he cleared his throat, "so Im not worried about that. But, Blaine, youve got to help me with the football team. You do know them. You were once just like them... until Kurt came."

"Theres nothing I can do." He growled, his fingers tightening. "And Im not putting Kurt in danger. I dont care if Im forced to listen to them telling me Im a fag, but Kurt wont go anywhere near that field."

"I know." He tried to assure him. "And I told you Id work something out." Glancing at Kurt through the glass wall, he shook his head, "Youre right, hes just too fragile. But we still have a few more weeks. Well figure something out."

Blaine wanted to believe him, but he wanted the negotiating to happen on his terms. He didnt want to be left out of deciding how much danger Kurt would be put in. Lifting his head again, he started to tell Schuester exactly what he wanted as far as what would happen with Kurt, but he was interrupted by banging and a yelp.

Jerking his head up, he instantly snapped his eyes over to Kurt, who was standing with Finn. He had his hands on his lips and he looked shocked, but he was completely fine. Blaine was relieved about that, but then he scanned the room and saw Brittany collapsed on the floor, vomit and blood spitting from her lips.

Startled, Blaine got to his feet and left the room, Schuester on his heels. He went up to Kurt, who held his arms out for him. Smoothing Kurts hair, he checked him over just to make sure he was okay, "Honey, are you alright? What happened?"

Kurts bottom lip trembled, and he looked away when he couldnt see Brittany anymore, as shed been surrounded by other people. "I-Im not sure. It all happened so quickly and I didnt see. Im so worried."

"Shh..." Blaine held him close, keeping his eyes on the crowd of people. "Itll be okay."

After a few moments, Schuester got to his feet, his arm around her swaying body. "Give her some air. Someone hurry and get the nurse. Brittany, do you feel dizzy? Were you nauseous at all this morning?"

Santana collected Brittany in her arms, biting out, "Why does everyone have to stare? Havent you ever seen a girl vomit before?" After Schuester gave her a hard glare, she rolled her eyes, "She fucked Karofsky at homecoming and got pregnant. Its just morning sickness."

Kurts lips parted and he held onto Blaine tighter, "Karofskys baby?" He pressed his face to Blaines chest, "The poor, little darling."

Stroking Kurts hair, Blaine stood very still, trying to understand. It was hard for him, but he knew he had to do something. Bending closer to Kurt, he muttered, "Honey, I have to go somewhere. Do you think you can stay here by yourself? Ill be back in time to pick you up."

Before Kurt had a chance to say anything, someone laid a hand on his shoulder. Blaine looked over and saw Finn at his side, and he tugged Kurt from his arms. "Ill look out for him. You can leave."

Blaine said nothing to Finn, even though he was grateful, and he bent down to give Kurt a kiss. "Youll be fine without me, sweetheart." Leaving Kurts side, Blaine went past the crowd around Brittany and was able to walk out of the room without being noticed.

Gravel crunched under his tires as Blaine slowed to a stop in the quarter-mile driveway of the house hed visited a thousand times before, and thought hed never see again a month ago. He pressed down firmly on the brake and cracked his door, hesitantly putting his foot on the ground. Leaving his car, he pulled his jacket tighter around himself.

Going up to the front door, he knocked a few times and an older man, Karofskys dad, answered, "Blaine?" He seemed shocked by him, but then his brows lowered. "You cant be around here."

Blaine wanted to turn around and go back to the school, go back to Kurt, but he couldnt. "Let me past." He demanded, glancing into Karofskys dark house. It smelled like it hadnt been cleaned in a while. The TV was on, but he couldnt see or hear what show it might be.

There was suddenly a sound of thudding on stairs, and another big body appeared a few feet away. Karofsky glanced in their direction, and he slowly approached. He was wearing sweatpants and a ragged tee shirt, sweat plastered to his face. Pushing his dad aside, he got very close to Blaine, and he opened his mouth, showing his slightly yellow teeth. "What the fuck do you want?" He turned to his dad and barked, "You can leave us alone."

Blaine waited until his dad went into the kitchen, but before he could speak he was violently grabbed. Karofsky jerked him into his living room, and in a blur of motions, Blaine felt a hard, cold mouth on his. Alarmed and outraged, Blaine lifted his hand and punched Karofsky in his jaw, making him back off. "Why do you keep doing that?" He yelled, spitting and wiping his mouth.

Karofskys face changed, a sudden clench to his jaw and darkness to his eyes, "You didnt come back to me." He crossed his arms, looking at Blaine like he was almost disappointed. Blaine didnt know what he meant. "What else could you want?"

"Did you know about the baby?" Blaine asked quietly, trying to keep calm because Karofsky looked like he was about to explode. The last thing Blaine wanted was to get hit, then go back to Kurt and worry him over a black eye.

"My fucking bastard?" Karofsky turned away from him, and he hit a button on his TV to turn it off. "Yeah, I knew. Brittanys telling everyone. It was going to happen someday."

Blaine took a bold step toward Karofsky, who arched a brow at him. He didnt get any closer because he didnt know what Karofsky would do. "What would it take for you... to give me the baby?"

That got Karofskys interest, and he slinked toward Blaine, who forced himself to hold still as he made a lap around him. "Youll do something to get my bastard? Just this thing that came out of my penis?" Blaine closed his eyes at the harsh wording. Feeling Karofsky brush against his ass, he growled at him. "Come back to me and you can have it. I dont give a damn about it."

Blaines eyes snapped open and he staggered away, "Come back to you? No! I dont want you!"

Karofskys lips stretched into a cruel smile and he leaned forward for another kiss, but Blaine covered his mouth with his hand. "Dont fight it, Blaine. Youll come crawling back to me... after you get bored of that whore who brainwashed you." He grunted lowly at that, his mouth screwing up, "Youve always been a cock slut, havent you? Youve never liked pussy. I know, Blaine." Pacing in another circle around Blaine, Karofsky squeezed his butt, making Blaine jolt, "Ill get your ass back... and then I can finally fuck you so hard that you scream my name."

He went back up the stairs, leaving Blaine gasping and more confused than ever. Hed never seen Karofsky this way before, and it scared him, but somehow he felt like all along hed known it was coming.