The weekend was amazing. Kurt spent plenty of the time with his family; he really missed his dad, Carole and Finn. He did a little of everything, from cooking and shopping with his step mother to even watching football with his dad and step brother. It was fun.

On Saturday night, he went bowling with his friends from McKinley. He had to watch most of them making jokes about him being in an all-boys school, like they did all the time they met.

"So, Hummel, had some of the little whistle boys deflowered you already?" Santana had asked and he had genuinely ignored. "Come on, you have to get bored in those dorms at least once!"

All the time he spent with them was filled with laughs and jokes and he loved that. He really missed his friends.

Unfortunately, the evening didn't last longer and he went back to his house around midnight - usually his dad would complain about him getting home late, but he understood the fact that Kurt was in Lima only two days a week now and he missed spending time with the New Directions.

Now, Kurt was packing again to go back to Dalton. He got that opportunity to add some clothes he had bought with Carole the day before. About an hour and a half, he was ready to head off to Westerville to start another week in his school. He said his goodbyes to his family and jumped on the road at about 3pm.

Kurt reached his destination about two hours after he left Lima. He parked in the school's parking lot and grabbed his bag on the backseat, entering the building after that. He complimented some boys at the entrance and soon head up to the dorms area, noticing it was still empty.

"Oh, look who's here already," Kurt saw Sebastian getting out of his dorm, which was several doors away from his own. The boy walked towards Kurt, who did his best not to show he was uncomfortable with his presence. "It's been a while since I saw you alone. You know, not with Blaine around-"

"What do you want, Sebastian?" Kurt snapped. 

Sebastian was still with his smug face on. He crossed his arms around his chest, smiling mischievously. "Why would you think I want something from you?" he asked, grinning victoriously when Kurt didn't respond, only stared at him angrily. "But actually, you're right. I do want something from you," he said, leaning himself on one leg, still looking directly in Kurt's eyes. "I want you to know your place. You know you don't belong here, Hummel, and it's sad to just see you walking around here with those annoying girly moves of yours. This is an all-boys school in case you haven't noticed." 

Kurt's eyes never left Sebastian's. He didn't, not even once, show how crappy he felt with his words, and he knew he wasn't finished yet.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Of course you've noticed. It's not like you can pretend you don't have a crush on Blaine, right?" Sebastian said, his mean tone never leaving his voice. "But you also know this is in vain, right? Because he would never have something with you. He needs a man and I'm sure he could do so much better than-" 

"What's your point?" Kurt blurted out. "I don't have time for people like you." 

"People like me?" Sebastian laughed. "Right. I just wanted to help you find your place, which definitely is not here. Just go back to your public school and everyone will be happy in the end." 

With that, Sebastian disappeared almost as fast as he appeared. Kurt walked slowly the way to his dorm. Sebastian's words had felt like a punch in the stomach; it was incredible how he could say the wrong things when Kurt was on the best of the moods. Everything he always said made him feel very unwelcomed at Dalton. He walked faster when he felt the tears threatening to fall and soon unlocked the door, entering the room and leaning against the wood. The tears fell the second he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

His vision was blurred, his breath was heavy and all he wanted to do was go back home. Kurt had his face buried in his hands when he heard a noise across the room. He recognized it as being the bathroom doorknob and looked up surprised. 

"Hey, Kurt, I didn't-" Blaine started speaking happily, but stopped as soon as he noticed his red, puffed eyes. "Kurt?" 

Kurt quickly wiped the tears rolling down his cheeks, forcing a small smile and looking away so Blaine couldn't see his swollen eyes. "Hey, I just got here," he said trying to mask his weak voice.

"What happened?" Blaine asked ignoring completely what the boy was saying.

"Nothing, I left Lima a little earlier this-"

"Kurt, stop," Blaine said, his voice firm as he touched Kurt's shoulder to make him turn around.

The chestnut boy swallowed hard, like this way he could make everything disappear. But he couldn't. So he turned around and faced Blaine.

Blaine looked at him, feeling helplessly. "What happened?" was all he managed to say.

Kurt shook his head anxiously, forcing a smile and holding the tears as much as he could. Blaine noticed how the boy was shaking, so he pushed him gently to sit on his bed.

"Come here," Blaine said as they sat side by side, the gelled-haired boy grabbing Kurt closer until he rested his head on his shoulder. "What happened?" Blaine asked again as he caressed Kurt's back.

The tears rolled down Kurt's cheeks more freely now. He didn't even care anymore; he was too tired.

"I sh-shouldn't have come here," Kurt managed to say between the sobs.

"Why are you saying that?" Blaine asked carefully. "I mean, I know you miss your friends, but- this isn't about Sebastian, right? Because if it is-"

"Yes," Kurt said, taking a deep breath and wiping the tears away. "Yes, it is, but-"

"Oh my God, what is his problem?" he asked more to himself. "That's it. I'm going in his dorm and I'll-" he said as tried to stand up, but Kurt held him in place.

"No, he's not wor-"

"He's not worth it?" Blaine asked incredulously and almost angrily. "You've barely got here from the weekend, Kurt, and he is already bombarding you with his stupidity? You know this is bullying, right? He could be expelled."

Kurt didn't respond. He was with his head down, facing his fingers like they were the most interesting thing in the universe. That scene broke Blaine's heart.

"Shit, Kurt, you don't deserve this," he said, wrapping his right arm around Kurt's shoulder and dragging him closer one more time. "Nobody does," he added, planting a kiss on the boy's temple.

Kurt shivered at the touch of the boy's lips on him. He closed his eyes at the sensation, doing his best not to remember how that softness felt against his own lips, but he failed miserably. There was no way he was going to forget that.

Blaine's lips were still touching Kurt's temple; the sensation incredibly good. Blaine raised his free hand until his fingers touched Kurt's cheekbones and dragged him a little closer, his lips making his way to kiss Kurt's cheek.

Kurt opened his eyes at the touch and looked shyly at Blaine, who wore an anxious expression. He licked his lips, staring intensely at the shining blue eyes in front of him.

"Let me show you," Blaine said, his eyes going from Kurt's eyes to his lips.

"Blaine..." Kurt called, but it was useless.

"Please," Blaine almost pleaded. "Let me show you he's wrong. Let me show you how fucking amazing you are."

Kurt's eyes went wide and his heart speeded up in his chest. Nobody had ever talked to him like that. Hell, nobody had ever looked at him like that - except for when Blaine kissed him the week before. But he... He couldn't...

Well, he could. And he was staring at Kurt like he was the most amazing creature on Earth indeed. Kurt felt himself blush under that gaze and the last thing he remembers was looking at Blaine's lips before they crashed against his own.

Kurt almost choked on his breath with surprise. In less than a week, Blaine was kissing him for the second time and he didn't know how to feel about that. Right at that moment, what he managed to do was to take his hand to the boy's neck and drag him closer, as if it was possible. Blaine licked Kurt's lower lip with a bit of urgency and Kurt granted his entry immediately. He wasn't thinking of anything other than Blaine's lips massaging his own and Blaine's hands making their way to his waist as he slightly pushed him against the mattress. It didn't take long until Kurt was underneath Blaine's body, one of his hands on the back of his neck while the other one clutched in his shirt.

Kurt probably wasn't going to be able to stop himself if Blaine didn't have thrust his hips against Kurt's thigh, making his hard-on pretty obvious. Kurt's eyes snapped open as he felt himself getting hard as well and he palmed Blaine's shoulder, pushing him away not so roughly.

The dark-haired boy pulled away with his lips swollen and his breath heavy. The blush crept up both boys' face when they stared at each other, both having trouble to breathe as well.

"Um..." Blaine trailed off not really knowing how to start. "I... I mean, you-"

"We shouldn't be doing this," Kurt managed to say with his voice firm, though breathless.

Blaine stared at him for a few seconds, swallowing hard before speaking. "Y-You don't expect me to say I'm sorry, right?" he asked. "Because I'm not."

Kurt shook his head, looking up to him. "I don't," he replied. "It's just... We're friends, Blaine. I don't want to screw this up," he said with a hint of disappointment in his voice that didn't pass unnoticed by Blaine.

"Me neither," Blaine murmured. "I like kissing you, though," he said, noticing the pink tone his cheeks gained at the words.

Kurt cleared his throat, his eyes not meeting Blaine's. "Yeah... yeah, me too," he said, but quickly added: "No! I mean, I don't like kissing myself, I-"

Blaine laughed at the sight of an embarrassed Kurt. "I know what you mean, dumbass."

"Don't call me dumbass!"

They laughed, but the fun quickly faded away when they both noticed they were still wrapped by each other and their erections uncomfortable between them.

"We should... get up," Kurt said awkwardly.

"I don't think I can move," Blaine said, closing his eyes as he tried to concentrate on anything else other than his crotch against Kurt's thigh.

"You have to," Kurt reminded Blaine.

Blaine opened his eyes and nodded. Of course he had to get up. He just didn't know how he was going to do that without putting too much pressure south.

Blaine carefully pushed himself up doing all he could not to accidentally brush himself against Kurt. He managed to raise his upper body, but when he tried to unwrap his legs from Kurt's, his thigh brushed against Kurt's groin, making the boy close his eyes and throw his head back, moaning quietly. That sight made Blaine's mouth go dry immediately. He licked his lips and moved his leg against Kurt's erection one more time, making the boy look up to him, his face flushed. Blaine gave him a shy smile, but Kurt didn't say anything. Kurt's response was to thrust his hips up, his erection brushing more explicitly on Blaine's leg and his own leg on Blaine's groin.

"Shit, Kurt," Blaine moaned. He thrust his hips down more precisely now at the same time Kurt thrust up and the bulge in their jeans collided, making both fall apart. "Thought you'd said we should stop," Blaine said in a teasing tone, brushing his lips on Kurt's neck and making him shiver at the contact.

"We sh-should," Kurt said weakly. "But don't you dare stop now."

Blaine smirked. "I won't," he said as his thrusts became more firm and gained rhythm.

It didn't take long until Kurt was panting beneath Blaine, his thrusts out of rhythm and desperate. Blaine's hands were traveling through the sides of Kurt's body and belly as he licked and sucked random spots of his pale neck. Blaine took one of his hands to the boy's hips, slowly making the way down to his thigh, but Kurt stopped him.

"N-no hands s-south," he managed to say, his heavy breath giving him a hard time.

Blaine put his hand back on the boy's chest. "Sorry," he breathed out. "Damn, I'm close..." Kurt closed his eyes, reality suddenly hitting him. And he was close as well. "We can't be loud..."

"Blaine," Kurt said as he felt a warm sensation on his lower stomach.

Blaine looked up at him. Kurt's eyes were closed and his mouth parted as he breathed heavily through his lips. He was pretty sure he could come just with that sight. He leaned himself until his lips were kissing Kurt's jaw, going to his earlobe where gave tiny bites.

"Let go," he whispered in Kurt's ear.

"Blaine-"

"Come on. Come for me," he said as he took his earlobe between his teeth. Kurt's moans were becoming a little louder and Blaine knew if somebody walked by the door and listened to it, they would be in so much trouble. So he did the only logical thing he had in mind.

Blaine's mouth made its way up until he reached Kurt's lips, that soft sensation so good against him; the taste of cinnamon being so welcome in his mouth he almost reached his limit. But he couldn't, not yet. Kurt had to come first.

"I-I can't-" Kurt cried, pulling away for air, his movements out of rhythm.

Blaine's hands traveled to his waist where he held it firmly and his mouth went back to the shell of his ear, where he couldn't restrain a muffled moan.

"You're so amazing, Kurt," he whispered with a bit of difficulty. "He's so wrong. It's because he'll never see you like this." Like I am seeing you.

"Blaine, I'm-"

Kurt couldn't finish the sentence as he came in his jeans with a struggled moan that Blaine hurried to muffle with his lips. It didn't take long until he was coming too, his movements making him dizzy through his orgasm and incoherencies escaping from his mouth.

Both boys were breathless. Blaine was spread all over Kurt's body and his breath completely out of rhythm. He raised his head a little to look at Kurt and saw him with closed eyes and parted lips as he tried to catch his breath. That sight alone could make Blaine hard again, so he carefully rolled off Kurt and lay on the bed by his side.

"That was-"

"So fucking incredible," Blaine interrupted Kurt, opening his eyes to look at him.

Kurt smiled shyly, not returning his gaze. "Yeah, I was going to say that, just not swearing..."

Blaine chuckled. "Can't help it," he said. "M'tired, wanna sleep," he added, nuzzling the pillow he was sharing with Kurt.

Kurt licked his lips, his mouth was suddenly dry from hearing the husky tone in Blaine's voice.

"Blaine," he called, but didn't look at him right away. Blaine hummed in response and Kurt took a deep breath. "We can't keep doing this."

Blaine's face fell. Of course he knew they couldn't keep doing that; the last thing he wanted was screw their friendship up. But he wanted to keep doing that. It was literally stronger than him.

"I know," he said without raising his head to look at him properly.

"Blaine," Kurt turned to him, watching as Blaine looked back with half of his face buried on the pillow. "I just- I don't want things getting awkward between us. This can't happen."

"I know," Blaine repeated. He wasn't going to argue with Kurt; he knew he had a point.

They found themselves in an awkward silence after a while. There were things Blaine wanted to say, things he wanted to just let it come out of his mouth without thinking about the consequences, but he didn't know how to say them and he couldn't not to think about the consequences when it came to Kurt. But most of all, Blaine completely agreed with him. He didn't want to screw everything up.

"Um... you can go shower first," Kurt said and Blaine turned to him with a confused expression.

"What about your jeans?"

"They're already ruined," Kurt said tiredly and Blaine giggled.

He rolled himself until he was out of the bed. "I already showered, so I won't take long."

"Take your time," Kurt said.

Blaine snorted, turning back for a moment. "Trust me, you'll want to kill me if I take long," he said before disappearing in the bathroom.

Kurt didn't understand what Blaine meant right away, but after a few minutes, he definitely knew what he was talking about.

"Blaine, get out of that bathroom!"

Kurt only expected he wouldn't get glued on his jeans.

Minutes after, they were already cleaned up and lazy as they never have felt before.

"So," Blaine said from his bed, where he was just lying and watching Kurt on his own bed. "I'm assuming we won't tell anyone what happened, right?" he asked, even though he was afraid of the answer.

"Why? You were planning to tell someone?" Kurt asked a little more harshly than he intended to.

Blaine looked at him questioning. "Do you think I'd want to hook up with you just to tell everybody?" he asked, not in an offended tone, just really curious. And, okay, maybe a little offended.

Kurt blushed and hurried to explain. "I-I didn't mean to- I know you wouldn't do that."

"Do you, really? Or you're just saying that so I won't get mad at you?" Blaine asked in a defensive tone.

"I'm not," Kurt said firmly. "I trust you."

Blaine felt his body warm up with those words. God, he was doing everything he could not to get up and plant a hard kiss on that boy's mouth.

"Good," Blaine said. "Because like I told you, I like kissing you. And I'm holding out here not to kiss you goodnight."

Kurt felt a strong heat crepting up his neck. He cleared his throat and looked away. Blaine smiled victoriously. I just love making him blush.

"Um..." he managed to find his voice eventually. "It's getting late, so..."

"Yeah, we probably should sleep," Blaine said yawning, as if all he had to say was the word 'sleep' for him to start feeling sleepy.

They stared at each other for a while until Blaine realized he was getting up and sitting by Kurt's side. He worried his lower lip in his teeth and watched those baby blue eyes - he noticed they changed color depending on the light - watch him back.

"Can-can I kiss you goodnight?" Blaine asked receiving a shy smile from Kurt. "It'll be our last kiss if you want it to, I promise," he hurried to add.

Blaine knew that would be their last time together like that, so at least he could try and get something more passionate than a quick frottage. Not that it hadn't been amazing! It had. Very. Like, he had never come that hard in his life, but still. His feelings for Kurt weren't just that kind of feelings.

"Yes," Kurt said a little breathlessly.

Blaine smiled brightly, but he had to make sure.

"Are you sure?" he asked, also smiling.

Kurt nodded.

"Um... Okay, so... Yeah," Blaine rumbled. It didn't matter how many times they had already kissed, Blaine felt nervous just to think about that happening.

He smiled one more time and licked his lips unconsciously. His hand went automatically to the boy's face and he stroked his cheekbone as his eyes fixed on his pink lips. Kurt took his chance to observe Blaine's eyes. That hazel tone made them look like they were bigger than in fact were. He loved those eyes.

Blaine looked up to find Kurt's eyes on his and the pale boy flushed immediately.

"I'm gonna miss that," Blaine said, looking at him.

Kurt's smiled got bigger and more bashful when he heard that.

He nodded, not looking straight at his eyes. "Me too," he confessed.

Blaine's face lightened. "Oh, really, Mr. We Can't Do This Anymore?" he asked in a teasing tone.

Kurt rolled his eyes, but didn't stop smiling. "You keep being sassy like that and I may change my mind."

"Then why are you not stopping me?" Blaine asked with the same teasing tone and Kurt arched one eyebrow, looking not even a little amused and Blaine giggled. "That's what I thought."

Blaine leaned in without a warning and pressed his lips against Kurt's.

"So," Jeff stormed in his and Nick's dorm. Kurt and Blaine were there talking to Nick about some ideas for Regionals when Jeff walked in. "I've just talked to Principal Walker," he said.

The three boys looked at him with expectation, until they realized he wasn't going to say anything more.

"Um, about...?" Nick encouraged him.

"About how good he looked today," Jeff said ironically and rolled his eyes. "About the party. What else would it be?"

"Ohh, yeah," Nick understood. "What did he say?"

"He's okay with it!" he said, smiling.

"Okay, so, how is this going to be?" Blaine asked from the chair by the desk where he was sitting.

"Well," Jeff started, walking towards his bed and sat by Kurt's side. "I was thinking we could perform something. You know, just to cheer everyone up."

"That would be great," Kurt said happily.

"If we switch songs, then okay. I'm really not looking forward to spend the entire party performing," Blaine said tiredly.

"No problem for me," Nick said and Kurt nodded anxiously.

"And what about the guests?" Jeff asked. "I was thinking about we doing a very private thing. Only the Dalton students."

"I agree," Nick said. "Even though there'll be some people whose presence is really unwelcome."

"Ugh," Blaine muttered. "Is there any chance we could get Sebastian expelled until Friday?"

"Why would he be expelled?" Jeff asked confusedly. "I know the guy is an ass, but we don't really have reasons for that," he said, looking at the boys. "Do we?"

Kurt and Blaine eyed each other automatically. Blaine was the only one who knew about the things Sebastian was saying to the boy and Kurt send him a warningly look, which was promptly ignored.

"He's been giving shit to Kurt since he transferred," Blaine said, making Kurt sigh tiredly. He really didn't want to start that conversation.

"What? Really?" Jeff asked and Kurt nodded, not really looking at them. "Why didn't you say that before? He really could be expelled."

"No, he couldn't," Kurt finally said. "I don't have any proofs of it and he's got money anyway. Why the boy who just got transferred from a public school would be saying the truth?"

"You should try, though," Jeff said.

"It would be no use," Kurt said. He sounded so tired that Blaine wished he could just hold him until he felt at least a little better.

But that wouldn't happen. Not again.

"Anyways," Nick changed the subject. "I think performing at the party would be a good way for practicing for Regionals."

"True. We'll talk to Wes and Dave tomorrow."

Jeff and Nick were so entertained on their plans for the party that didn't even noticed the way Blaine and Kurt avoided each other's eyes. They would never confess, but things weren't so okay between them like they had promised it would be. They weren't talking as much as they used to be, they weren't even sitting by each other's side. But they were doing everything to act normal, even though they had already noticed the apprehension from the other.

That was awful. And they couldn't help but feel a little sad about that.

After almost an hour of torture, they went back to their dorm. They did everything in silence, only exchanging shy smiles when their eyes accidentally met. They hated that they were trying to act normal, but failing miserably at it, and hated that they had agreed nothing would change, but it did anyway.

Kurt and Blaine went to sleep that day exchanging really quiet good nights. They spent several minutes awake in their respective beds just think how they wish things had gone different.