Blaine moved through the dense crowd of bodies. It was a pretty regular sight, but something was off. He could practically taste it.

"I told you to stop pestering me!" A rough voice bellowed through the corridors or the dismal school, followed by a loud bang. immediately, Blaine knew exactly what was happening, despite the lack of vision on the situation. The crowd gasped in shock horror as the loud bangs continued to echo in the hallway.

"Anybody else want to question me?" Again, the voice yelled, dripping with anger. Blaine had to stop this.

"I will" courageously, Blaine elbowed through the vast group to reach the front of the scene playing before him.

"C'mon Kurt, hit me" He challenged. Kurt, bewildered, gaped at him, his jaw hung slightly lower than usual, showcasing his tongue piercing. Kurt stood squarely, a boy's collar grasped in his hand, pushing his back to the lockers. Obviously, the boy in question looked petrified of such a violent blue-eyed angel, especially with the cut lip and already black eye.

"Don't tempt me Anderson" He snapped back.

"Or what?"

Snarling, Kurt released the boy with a final shove and threat. Painfully slow, Kurt pulled a packet of cigarettes from his back pocket, taking two out and placing one behind his ear and one between his plump pink lips. Eventually, after flicking it a few times with his tongue, he began to stride toward Blaine. The crowd sensed Blaine's sudden fear and cowardly shuffled back from him, just to make sure they weren't in the firing line.

With steady hands, Kurt took out a light and head a flame to the cigarette in his mouth, breathing in a long and heavy drag from it. Swallowing thickly, Blaine pushed away his doubts and strode forward to meet Kurt in the middle of the group, causing a startled look to appear on the crowd's faces.

"You're pretty brave for a hobbit" Kurt retorted curling his lips into a smirk. Effortlessly, Blaine gave him a bright, genuine smile in return, causing the taller boy's brow to furrow in confusion.

In one swift movement, Blaine snatched the cigarette from Kurt and threw it to the floor, stamping on it to distinguish the flame. Before Kurt had time react he was dragged into a passionate kiss. Instantly, he followed suit and dug his fingers into Blaine's shoulders. Kurt's once steady breath hitched when Blaine tangled his long fingers into his thick locks. The entire school seemed to had silenced, nobody moved, spoke or even breathed loudly, yet they couldn't tear their eyes way from the sight before them.

The kiss soon became searing hot, an intense display of emotions and passion. Hands gripped wherever they could find and petite moans escaped from them. But like most things, it had to end. With a final swipe of the tongue, Blaine retreated, staring straight into Kurt's ice-cold eyes.

Simply put. Kurt was shocked.

"And you're blushing a lot for a badass" Blaine giggled sweetly, commenting on the crimson blush making it's way across Kurt's cheeks.

"Fuck off" Kurt frowned, pushing away from Blaine and swiveling on his heel.

"Go on a date with me"

Kurt froze. His back still towards Blaine and the majority of the crowd. He attempted to force out an insult to the gel-ridden boy, but the words just didn't come.

"W-what?" He stuttered, turning slightly to angle his face towards Blaine.

"I was going to ask you but you'd say no, so I'm telling you. Go on a date with me" Blaine clarified, smiling broadly.

Kurt had never been asked on a date before. Yes he had sex, and lots of it. But never a date. He couldn't bring himself to answer apart from a slight nod of the head, initiating a huge smile from Blaine.

"Great! I'll see you after Glee club, which you're coming to by the way" With a wink, Blaine threaded his way through the remaining astonished group of students, leaving Kurt to stood staring, content, at the back of his head.

Well Blaine, you've done it. You've already shown Kurt that you're not going down without a fight and it's not even the first lesson of the day. Blaine thought to himself, smiling a little at the thought.

Blaine sat proudly, upright in his seat. He knew exactly what English meant. Kurt. He would be here at any moment, although, the class had just begun so that was unlikely.

Just as predicted, Kurt waltzed into class fifteen minutes late after smashing open the door with his boot clad foot.

At least he knows how to make an entrance. Blaine thought, chuckling to himself.

After flipping off Mr. Lockman discretely, Kurt made his way through the slim aisle between the desks. When he finally reached Blaine, he bent down and whispered seductively into his ear.

"Stop chewing your lip, I'll be putting those to use later. In more way than one" He winked after causing Blaine to gasp at the thought.

After slumping into his seat, Kurt almost instantly began to run his foot up and down Blaine's calf.

"Oh dear lord. Not this again." Blaine muttered under breathe, secretly enjoying the contact.

It seemed like hours before Mr. Lockman had finally split the kids into groups to write a collaborated essay on something important to each person individually. Blaine was in a group with Brittany, Mercedes and of course, Kurt.

"Okay. Just putting it out there, sex" Kurt stifled a laugh at the statement. "All in favour?"

Brittany raised her hand, oblivious to the appropriateness of it whilst her, Blaine and Mercedes turned to face the tallest teen.

"Hell to the no" Retorted Mercedes.

"You got a better suggestion? Honestly, who can do better than a good fuck in a bush?"

Mercedes scrunched her face in disgust at the comment.

"Unicorns! Wait, no, magic! Oh my god, Harry Potter! He saved us you know! He's important!" Brittany yelled a little too loudly over the chatter.

Through the chaos, Blaine studied Kurt's face as Mercedes made a list of why they should do 'Tato tots'. He saw something a little deeper Kurt's expression, as if he was just waiting for someone to say something that he would be able to voice his opinions on. Something really important. And then it hit him. This was what he could do for Kurt.

"I have an idea" Suddenly, all the other three's the attention was drawn to Blaine. "I don't think it should be something important to us and only us. I think it should be something so important that it should affect everyone at some point" Blaine continued, receiving a curious gaze from Kurt.

"What do you think we should do then?" Mercedes interrogated. Blaine kept his eyes glued to Kurt's, not wanting to lose his softening expression.

"Breaking points" He spoke calmly.

Flicking his eyes to the right, he found Brittany's clueless eyes.

"For example, something in our life that has such an effect on us that we crack, causing us to lose some part ourselves in the process. We should write about an experience like that."

"And why would that be important to me?" Kurt scoffed.

"Because it's a cry out for help. And that's what's important." Blaine looked earnestly at Kurt, never losing focus.

"So being weak is important?" Again, Kurt questioned fiercely.

"No. Being brave enough to ask for help; putting yourself out there; giving trust to someone in the hope of regaining who you are. That's important."

"All those in favour?" Mercedes spoke, warily putting up her own hand, soon followed by Blaine and Brittany.

"I don't want you guys to judge me or any crap like that" Kurt glared.

"We'll write it anonymously then" Blaine reassured.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, Kurt complied and followed suit. He realise, Blaine wasn't doing this to be spiteful. He was doing this to give him an oppotunity. And he had to take it.

Warily, Kurt edged his way into the too familiar choir room. Letting a shaky breathe escape his lips he eased his way to a chair. He was the first to arrive, and some how that made him even more nervous. He contemplated grabbing the cigarette from behind his ear and lighting up, but he knew how Blaine would react.

Wait.

How Blaine would react. Since when did Kurt care what Blaine thought of him...

Shaking his head, Kurt rolled his eyes at his own thoughts, that were soon interrupted with a chorus of clapping and cheers.

Snapping out of his imagination, Kurt ogled at the sight before him. The entire glee club had arrived and were smiling brightly at him, cheering, clapping and welcoming him back. Kurt hated to admit it. But he did miss this. He missed the predictable lesson plans, the snarly comments about his sexuality, Rachel's whiny voice when she didn't get a solo and even Finn stumbling over air in some of the simplest of dances. He missed his friends. So much. That one moment had almost made him forget about everything he had been through. Almost.

"I hate to disappoint you all but I'm only here for the hope of getting with a hot piece of ass" He spoke calmly, rejecting handshakes and welcome-back hugs. the group of his former-friends silenced.

"We'll see if we can change that then" Rachel added confidently.

Kurt sat, almost unmoved, throughout the rehearsal. He exchanged glances with Blaine who purposely showed off for him, even at one point sitting on his lap and playing with his hair as he sang his lines of the song. Sure. Kurt had found it amusing to watch these people jumping around and having fun, attempting to somehow get him to re-join the New Directions. But he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. Not yet anyway.

Kurt had a secret. One that he wasn't willing to share to anyone, not his best friends, the school guidance counsellor or even Blaine at this point. He had to do this on his own, and hopefully people wouldn't pry too much. He begged that Blaine wouldn't find out. He couldn't show that side to Blaine. He couldn't show him how much he sobbed and how weak we was, he would be disgusted in him, just as he was in himself.

"So. Are you ready for our date?" Blaine beamed cheerily.

"Are you ready for what's after the date?" Kurt replied with a smirk and a wink.

"We'll see" Blaine added, being flirty, before clutching Kurt's soft hand and leading him out of the choir room.

No. No-one could know. And that wasn't about to change anytime soon.