Kurt turned to face the lustful eyes of Jeremy Nichols. He quickly scanned him over, concluding that Jeremy did not appear to be drunk, but then again, he never appeared anything other than perfect.

"I'm okay, thanks."

Jeremy stepped forward, diminishing the space that kept them from touching, "Aw, come on, Kurt. Live a little."

Kurt laughed slightly, but felt uncomfortable at the amount of alcohol that was lingering on his breath. Am I the only one not drinking? Kurt wondered.

"I might just head home soon, you know, I'm not feeling well; smoke machines make me nauseous." Kurt retorted lamely.

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, "Listen, you need to have some fun. All you do is sit at home and coif your hair and read magazines; those things are not interesting."

"I also go to school and sleep." Kurt stated sarcastically; he was really not in the mood to deal with another drunk hormonal boy.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Kurt's head, "Hey, can I ask you something?"

Jeremy smiled, "Sure, but you need to dance with me first."

Kurt inhaled frustratedly, but obliged; his curiosity was eating away at him. Jeremy grabbed Kurt's hands and wrapped them around his neck as a cheesy love song played throughout the venue.
"Ask away." Jeremy stated, staring into Kurt's eyes.

Kurt gazed around the room, ill at ease with Jeremy's closeness. "What happened last year?" He asked anxiously; the question had been on his mind for almost a year.

Jeremy clenched his teeth, "Why are you asking?"

"What are you hiding?" Kurt enquired innocently with a laugh, although he could feel the unspoken tension rising.

Jeremy forced a smile, "Whatever Anderson told you is a lie."

Kurt looked up at him, bewildered, "I never mentioned Blaine."

Kurt thought he saw a look of nervousness in his eyes, but it came and left quickly, being replaced by a chuckling Jeremy, "Well, of course you didn't. I just assumed that you were talking about Anderson because of what happened last year in the gym. Which," his hands rubbed Kurt's hips, "I am terribly sorry about."

There was something Kurt still did not trust about him. His thoughts raced, "But, Blaine mentioned that you did something to him..." Kurt spoke softly.

He immediately regretted saying anything.

"What the hell did he say?" Jeremy asked, his eyes flashing with anger. His hands were gripping onto Kurt too tight as his knuckles turned white.

Kurt began, "He-"

But Jeremy cut him off, "No, Anderson is a fucking liar. He is given enough attention by his daddy, so don't you dare give him any. I swear to God..." Kurt stepped away from him in fear of what he would do next. "God, that kid is such a bastard!"

"That 'kid' is standing right behind you." Blaine spoke menacingly as he made his way to the two boys. He stood stoically, darkness raging in his eyes, "I didn't lie to you." He spoke to Kurt.

"Yes, you did. Everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie. You just want attention." Jeremy argued.

Blaine faced him, "What are you scared of? Kurt finding out what happened?"

Kurt stepped between them, "Somebody just tell me what the hell is going on!"

"Not unless Anderson wants to get his face mashed in again." Jeremy warned.

"Again?" Kurt asked confoundedly.

Blaine stepped closer to Jeremy, "Is that a threat?"

Jeremy's eyes narrowed, "No. It's an invitation for you to stop acting like a prick and to drop it."

Blaine grabbed Jeremy's collar roughly, "Don't make me..."

"Calm down." Kurt ordered, but his pleas were left hanging.

"Oh, fuck off. Just go run back to your dad." Jeremy said.

It only took half a second for Blaine's fist to meet Jeremy's jaw.

"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed. Blood rolled down Jeremy's lip as Blaine laughed coldly, "I should've done that years ago."

Pieces clicked in Kurt's mind like an engraved key in a coordinated lock; they've known each other for a long time. How do they know each other? Kurt wondered, although the bigger question was most definitely; what the hell happened to them?

Another punch from Jeremy to Blaine sucked Kurt out of his thoughts. Blaine was on the floor, pulling Jeremy down with him. Blaine rolled off of the floor, attempting to kick him in his side. The look in Blaine's eye frightened Kurt. There was no trace of gold to be found. Just dark, dark brown.

Jeremy followed suit, standing up swiftly, and kneeing Blaine in the stomach, causing him to keel over in defeat.
Suddenly, two large bodyguards appeared before them. It was only then that Kurt realized there was a crowd surrounding them.

Blaine was roughly pulled up off the ground by one bodyguard, while the other one was clutching onto Jeremy's shoulder tightly.

"Fighting is not permitted in this club!" The one abrasively holding Blaine yelled.

"He started it." Blaine explained, spitting blood from his mouth.

"I did not!" Jeremy countered.

The guards turned to Kurt, "What happened?"

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, "They got into a fight."

"Who started it?" One asked.

"I don't know." Kurt replied honestly. "Fights are a mutuality."

Suddenly, the bodyguards grabbed both of the boys, "You both are done!" They pulled them both to the doors when abruptly, Jeremy yelled, "This is all your fault, Anderson! Everyone's going to find out about your secret now!"

Genuine fear flooded into Blaine's eyes, his mouth dropped open, "No, no, Jeremy, I-I'm sorry. Let's just talk about it-"

Jeremy cackled darkly as the guards forced them out, "You should head back to Dalton, you know, get a head start to pack before they kick you out."

With that, the door closed with a slam as the atmosphere returned to it's intense, energetic ambiance. Kurt's head was spinning. There were too many questions and not enough answers. The only thing he was sure of was that he needed to find Blaine. The look of panic in his eyes scared him. He was going to do something stupid, Kurt was sure of it.

He struggled through the crowd, getting hung up with couples who were too drunk to let him through. He quickly opened the door and shivered once outside; the air had cooled a great deal since their first entrance.

Kurt grimaced as panic flashed in his eyes; Blaine and Jeremy were gone.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He exasperated.

Kurt pulled out his phone, dialling Blaine's number quicker than he thought possible.
It rang for a few seconds before he picked up and slurred into the phone, "Hello?"

"Blaine! Where are you?" Kurt asked, searching for a sign of him in the darkness.

"Oh, Kurt, Jeremy's right I should go back and pack." Blaine cried.

Kurt crinkled his nose, something sounded wrong in Blaine's voice, almost childish. "Are you drunk?"

"Just a tipsy bit. No, just a- just a, oh, never mind!"

"Where are you?" Kurt demanded, worry heavy in his tone.

"Oh, I'll give you a hint-"

"No, Blaine. This isn't a game. Just tell me where you are!" Kurt interrupted.

"I'm near a bridge on Jub-Jub-"

"Jubilee street?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, that's the one!"
Kurt inhaled, "Okay, Blaine, listen carefully. Stay there. I will come and get you."

"Okay, but hurry. I'm really cold!" Blaine replied.

Kurt was about to hang up when he spoke again, "Do not go near the bridge, Blaine!" But it was too late. Blaine had hung up. Fuck, Kurt thought.

Fifteen minutes and ten blisters later, Kurt saw the shadowy outline of Blaine's silhouette. But as he approached him, he realized that Blaine wasn't standing, no, he was plainly sitting on the side of the bridge, swaying his feet easily.

Kurt's breathing hitched as his heart pounded. What had happened to Blaine?

He approached him quietly, grabbing onto the ledge of the bridge to steady himself. He was about to break the overwhelming silence, when Blaine surprisingly spoke first.

"Isn't the water pretty, Kurt?" He asked dreamily with a sad look in his eyes.

Kurt looked over the edge of the wooden bridge and felt his gut lurched; they looked to be about twenty feet above the water. But yes, Blaine was right. The river was beautiful as the moon reflected elusively in the dark waters.

"Blaine, what happened?" He said.

"I can't tell you." Blaine whispered, his eyes filling with tears.

"Why not?" Kurt asked gently.

Blaine just swayed his legs slowly, and Kurt thought he looked more like a little boy that he had ever seen him.
"What happened with you and Jeremy?" Kurt enquired.

Blaine's face contorted with fear at the sound of his name.

"Kurt, I'm really scared." Blaine admitted, although Kurt knew that the only reason he was confessing something so vulnerable was because of the alcohol in his system.

"What did he do to you?" Kurt softly questioned.

Blaine looked at him woefully and Kurt was taken aback at the glassy appearance of tears in his golden eyes.

He took a deep breath in, "We grew up together. My parents were good friends with his parents and our dad's worked for the same company. When we were younger, we kind of experimented with each other. I-I pretty much always knew I was gay. I actually found out when I was with Jeremy..."

Kurt's breathing sharpened, "You two were together?"

Blaine stared out into the darkness, "Something like that. We tried a lot of things. Our parents never paid attention to us, they treated us like trophies to add to their collection, only I was never polished enough." Tears flooded down his face, leaving streaks of luminous moonlight. He struggled to keep his voice from shaking, "My-my dad was always the strict type of guy. Rigid. He got angry really easily and when I was growing up he would-"
"I know." Kurt comforted. He couldn't handle hearing Blaine say it.

"You know?" Blaine stared at Kurt in reverence.

Kurt searched his eyes, "Yes. I-I saw the bruises from when you were younger and the way that you would flinch sometimes... I connected the dots."

More tears fell from Blaine's eyes, "He never would do it too rough when I was younger. But when we got older, Jeremy outed me to my family. They couldn't have that though, that would be too big of a scandal; 'Anderson's Faggot Son; Where Did They Go Wrong?'" Blaine spoke, impersonating a news anchor. He laughed coldly, "That's when it got worse. It got verbal and he stopped just using his hands to do it." Blaine all but sobbed at this point. Kurt gripped tighter onto the bridge, he felt like he was going to pass out. "My mom wanted him to stop, she tried, but she couldn't do it. They got an annulment last year."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand tightly, attempting to pour all the compassion, happiness, and love out of his body and place it into Blaine's.

"But why would Jeremy out you? And what could possibly get you expelled?" Kurt asked sympathetically.

Blaine swiftly wiped away his tears with his jacket and looked deeply into Kurt's eyes, "There are so many things I want to tell you, but I can't right now. I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't apologize, you've told me enough. I'll listen when you're ready." Kurt assured.

Blaine smiled sombrely.

"We should go back now." Kurt said, offering his hand to help Blaine off the ledge. Blaine stumbled a bit as his feet landed onto the wooden surface.

"How are we going to get back?" Blaine asked looking around for a car.

"Well, we're going to walk!" Kurt exclaimed, attempting to lighten the mood, although Kurt gagged at the idea of walking for forty minutes.

Blaine's eyes grew big, "But Kurt! That's miles away, it could take hours!"

"It won't take that long, I promise. You're supposed to be the athletic one here." Kurt retorted.

"Give me a piggy-back ride!" Blaine demanded. Kurt rolled his eyes, drunk Blaine was like babysitting a toddler, although Kurt was ecstatic with this kid-like version of him; he never got to see this side of him.

"Blaine, you are a sixteen year old boy. You do not need a piggy-back ride."

Blaine groaned, "Fine! Then I guess we should start walking, Mr. Bossy-pants!"

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Bossy-pants, really?"

The walk back to Dalton was extremely interesting, consisting of the boys singing show-tunes, playing twenty questions, and arguing over Broadway musicals. Kurt- who was pleased to know this crucial bit of information- was ecstatic that Blaine liked them and insisted on referring to him as a closet theatre nerd.

When they arrived at the location- out of breath and to Kurt's distaste, sweaty- they made their way up to Kurt's dorm room, as he had decided to wash up before dropping Blaine off at his room.

"Are your roommates arguing?" Blaine asked bewilderingly as Kurt opened the door.

Sure enough, Nick and Jeff were in full out rage mode, their eyes flashing with unmistakable anger.

"Great job Jeff, I mean really, you're the reason that me and my boyfriend broke up!" Nick yelled.

"How is this my fault? You're the one that was grinding up on me! I told you to stop!" Jeff countered, his arms flailing wildly.

"Well maybe you should have told me louder! Seriously, now I'm single! I haven't been single since I was in pre-school!" Nick shouted.

"Yeah, I bet you haven't!" Jeff snorted sarcastically.

Nick moved closer to him, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know what it means." Jeff replied boldly as he closed the gap between them, their bodies touching.

Nick scoffed, "Are you referring to the fact that-"

Before Kurt and Blaine could blink, Jeff had gently grabbed Nick's face, passionately kissing him.
Nick responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around Jeff's neck as the kiss deepened.

Kurt smirked at Blaine, pleasantly surprised with the outcome of Nick and Jeff's argument.

Blaine giggled, "Aw, they're so cute! I guess you can't sleep in here!" He said with a wink.

Kurt pretended to gag, "I guess I'm going to be washing my sheets tomorrow."

"You can come sleep in my dorm if you want." Blaine offered bashfully.

Kurt nodded, blush rising in his cheeks, "Okay, sure."

When they arrived at Blaine's dorm- Kurt with all his facial products in one hand- Blaine immediately crashed onto his bed, patting the spot next to him to beckon Kurt over.

Kurt bit his lip, "Won't your roommates be home soon?"

Blaine shrugged, "No, on weekends they visit their families."

Kurt began walking over to his bed, his heart pounding, when he stopped mid-way, "Oh, how are you feeling? I can get you some gingerale..." Part of him actually cared about how Blaine was, while the other part was stalling. He had never shared a bed with anyone before.

Blaine lifted his head and shifted his weight onto his elbows, "Nope! I'm okay! Come here!"

Kurt stood over the side of the bed, his eyebrows furrowed in indecisiveness. Blaine abruptly grabbed onto his waist, pulling him beside him. "I don't bite!" He exclaimed, making himself comfortable beside Kurt.

Kurt sighed in defeat and moved to cozy himself in. Blaine rested his head on Kurt's chest, breathing in his scent, "Kurt?"

Kurt breathed slowly, endeavouring to calm his racing heart, "Yes, Blaine?"

"I love you." Blaine stated matter-oh-factly.

Kurt's heart fluttered while his mind raced. There were so many things he needed to know. He figured he'd at least ask Blaine one of them.

"Blaine?" He whispered. But there was only silence as a reply. Blaine was passed out on his chest, his breathing heavy, and his eyes closed in exhaustion.

Kurt smiled at the sleeping boy beside him, lazily tracing circles on Blaine's olive-toned skin.

He was content even though there were so many questions obsessively running through his mind. Would Blaine remember this tomorrow? Would he really be expelled? What would come of this? All though the scariest thought was most definitely; how long would this last?