"Blaine?"

"Yes baby it's me, I'm right here."

"What happened," Kurt croaked as he shifted his head in Blaine's lap, where they were still lying on the dirty, concrete entrance way of Queens and Queers.

"Shhh, relax, you're fine you just passed out," Blaine said gently cupping Kurt's cheek and leaning over him to kiss his forehead.

"My head hurts," Kurt groaned sitting up.

Blaine spread his legs and let Kurt sit in his lap. Kurt's head lolled back onto Blaine's shoulder as Blaine's arms wrapped around him.

"Kurt…what happened?" Blaine asked softly, "the last thing I remember is you dancing with a bunch of guys and then I was pulled into the bathroom by Dave," Blaine said kissing Kurt's temple, "and when we came out… you were gone," Blaine said gently, his fingers absently tracing patterns on Kurt's arms.

Kurt wet his lips and took a deep breath before he began talking.

"It's all hazy," he said, "I remember dancing …then I remember seeing Alex. He asked me to come outside… I think," Kurt said his brow frowning in concentration as he tried to sift through all the meaningless memories of the night, to find the important ones.

"But I don't understand how he knew that we were going to be here tonight," Blaine said obviously confused.

Kurt shifted in Blaine's lap a little and answered his boyfriend in a guilty voice, "I told… him."

"You what?" Blaine asked sounding shocked.

"I told him," Kurt repeated, he sat up and turned in Blaine's lap, tangling their legs together so that they are now face to face.

"Why would you do that?" Blaine asked looking hurt, "Did you want him to come tonight?"

"No of course not," Kurt said cupping Blaine's cheek, "It was a stupid mistake," he admitted his stomach twisting uncomfortably as the guilt he feel seeped through his body. "I just mentioned it to him once ages ago and I didn't even expect him to remember, but today at lunch he came up to me and asked if I was still going tonight and I said yes… baby I'm sorry- I didn't realise at the time-….I should have lied or something."

"Yeah you should have," Blaine said softly.

Kurt was about to speak again when Blaine turned his head to the side, "Dave, I'm sorry," he said.

Both Karofsky and Sebastian were both still on the ground just like the boys, but instead of being wrapped around one another they sat a good three meters away from each other.

Karofsky who had been staring at Sebastian, who was currently looking down into his lap, suddenly focused on Blaine, "what?"

"I said I'm sorry, I should have listened to you at school when you warned me," Blaine said.

"Blaine, you didn't know that I knew about you and Kurt," Karofsky said shrugging his shoulders, "I knew it was a long shot asking you to stay home, but I had to try."

"Thank you," Blaine said nodding to him, and Karofsky gave him a weak smile before turning back to Sebastian who was still looking uncomfortable with his head down.

"So Alex asked you to go outside?" Blaine asked, looking Kurt in the eye once again.

"I think… umm… no not exactly," Kurt said dropping his head and looking at his lap as more memories flooded his mind, " I remember that I got dizzy and I needed air and I remember him asking me if I needed to go outside and… and I said yes," Kurt said sounding ashamed, his head still down.

"Kurt, honey look at me," Blaine said gently, he lifted a hand to Kurt's cheek trying to angle his boyfriends head up but Kurt wouldn't budge, so Blaine kept his hand there and began softly stroking Kurt's cheek.

"There's more," Kurt whispered his voice catching in his throat, "he led me outside and he- he…"

"He what?" Blaine prompted him, and was surprised when he felt tears touch his fingers, where they rested on Kurt's cheek, "Kurt, tell me please."

"He called me baby," Kurt spat suddenly, "he acted as though I was his and I'm not," Kurt sobbed, he lifted his head to look Blaine in the eyes, "I'm not," he croaked out, his vision blurring with tears, "I promise you I'm not."

Blaine shuffled forward and pulled his sobbing boyfriend into a hug, "hush baby, I know you're not," Blaine said rubbing circles on Kurt's back, "can you tell me what else happened?"

Kurt took a deep, shaky breath, inhaling a lungful of Blaine's scent, before continuing, "I remember him leading me to the back of the parking lot and..." Kurt sobbed trailing off trying to remember, "We reached his car... And he- he opened the door and m-made me lay down on the seat," Kurt whispered fresh tears welling in his eyes, "but I didn't want to - I tried to s-sit up and get out," Kurt sobbed, "but he locked the doors!" Kurt cried out clutching desperately at Blaine's shoulders, "He locked the d-doors and left! I begged him to open them! I did, I swear!" Kurt sobbed as he buried his face into Blaine's neck and started crying.

"Shhh Kurt," Blaine whispered trying to comfort his boyfriend.

"I called out for you," Kurt whimpered, "I c-called and called and called, but you d-didn't hear me and you didn't c-come!"

"I'm here now, I'm not going anywhere," Blaine promised.

Blaine tightened his arms around Kurt and gently started rocking him on the dirty concrete, it took a few long minutes of soft kisses being placed on cheeks and temples, and endless sentences of sweet nonsense being whispered into ears, but Kurt eventually calmed down and pulled away from Blaine's shoulder only to see that Blaine also has tears in his eyes.

"How did you get out?" Blaine whispered hoarsely, stroking Kurt's hair gently.

"Sebastian found me," Kurt said and Blaine blinked in surprise, he turned his head towards the Warbler.

"You saved Kurt?" Blaine asked in disbelief.

Sebastian looked up and seemed a little shocked at being asked a question directly, "yeah, I broke Alex's car window and helped Kurt out," he said shrugging, "I didn't know what to do at first but I knew I had to get him back to his partner who was probably still in the bar," Sebastian explained, "and he just kept calling your name and then it all made sense," Sebastian said looking towards Blaine.

"What did?" both Karofsky and Blaine asked.

"I've known Alex for years," Sebastian said sounding almost regretful, "we've been umm... Friends," he said glancing at Karofsky, "for a long time and he actually told me that he was in love with a 'Kurt' and he told me that he was going to do everything in his power to make 'Kurt' his boyfriend."

"He did what?" Blaine growled.

"Umm yeah," Sebastian said looking slightly intimidated by Blaine, "he said that Kurt was amazing and his boyfriend didn't deserve him… but Blaine I swear I didn't know it was you and Kurt he was talking about," Sebastian said sincerely, "I just ignored it and pushed it to the back of my mind," Sebastian said sadly.

"So he actually talked to you about stealing Kurt?" Blaine asked his jaw clenched tight.

"He didn't say stealing exactly, he said he was going to make Kurt his, and his only-"

"That fucking asshole, I swear to god I'm going to murder him," Blaine hissed cutting Sebastian off.

"Blaine, calm down," Kurt said gently brushing his hand through Blaine's curls.

"No I won't calm down, he hurt you, Kurt! He fucking tried to kidnap you!" Blaine yelled, his blood boiling in the cold night air.

"But he didn't and I'm safe- please don't do anything, I don't want you to get hurt," Kurt said as more tears ran down his already red cheeks.

"I won't get hurt, I'll kill him before he has the chance to hurt me," Blaine promised darkly.

"No baby please don't, I don't want you to get into trouble- I just want to be done with him!" Kurt said desperately clutching the front of Blaine's shirt.

"Kurt this won't just be forgotten! He's a lunatic, he told Sebastian about his plans! He told Dave! Who knows how many other people know! I have to stop him, and I need to show him what happens when he messes with my boyfriend," Blaine snarled.

"Blaine please don't, you'll get hurt, and I don't want to see you get hurt, please don't do this," Kurt begged.

"I have too! He hurt you and he's talking to people about us and his fucked up plans, we need to stop him before it's too-"

"Sing it for the boys! Sing it for the girls! Sing it for-"

"... Late," Blaine finished spinning around to look at Karofsky, "is that him?" Blaine asked.

Karofsky dug around in his pocket and pulled out his phone to see that he has one new text message, "yeah it's-"

"Where is he?" Blaine asked standing up.

"He said he wants to meet me at the back entrance but- no! Wait Blaine!" Karofsky called but it was too late because Blaine was already running in the direction of what he assumed was the back entrance.

"No Blaine don't!" Kurt called moving to get up but Sebastian crawled over and stopped him.

"No Kurt, you've had a long night don't," he said pulling Kurt down by his shirt and holding onto him, "Dave will go after him."

"Yeah I will," Karofsky said nodding in agreement, "make sure he stays here," he said to Sebastian.

"I will," Sebastian promised, as Dave got up and chased after Blaine's small figure.

"Let me go!" Kurt said struggling in Sebastian's grip, "Blaine needs me!"

"Kurt, stop! Stop!"

"Blaine stop! Stop!" Karofsky called... But once again it was too late.

When Blaine and Karofsky had rounded the corner, they could see a tall figure with blonde hair standing under the dim light or the backdoor exit sign. Alex.

Before Alex even had the chance to look up and see them coming Blaine had launched himself at the other boy and tackled him to the ground. Overcome with shock Alex lay there frozen on the cold, dirty concrete of the filthy alley-way floor, as Blaine pinned him on his back. Alex didn't have a chance to put up a struggle as Blaine's fist came crashing into his nose.

Blood spurted out from under Blaine's fingers and Alex's brain finally caught up to what was happening. As the blonde boy howled out in pain he tried to raise his arms to block the next blow but he wasn't fast enough. Blaine's fist smashed into his mouth and loosened his front teeth. Alex whimpered in pain and before Blaine had the chance to hit him again, Alex struck out blindly landing a punch to Blaine's jaw knowing him backwards.

Alex rolled way from Blaine and got up on his knees, as he advanced on Blaine, who was regaining his balance, and he was knocked sideways by Karofsky who had finally caught up.

Alex reached out and caught Dave by the legs tripping him, causing him to fall to the ground and his head to smack on the dirty floor.

Blaine lunged forward and grabbed Alex from behind thinking he had the advantage but he wasn't anticipating the elbow that caught him in the jaw forcing him backwards, Blaine hit his head on the concrete wall and suddenly a white light flashed before his eyes and his vision soon became blurry and his eyes started getting heavier.

Alex turned around and pushed Karofsky, forcing him down as Dave struggled to get up. Alex straddled Dave around the waist and bent over to grab a fist full of his hair.

"Did you see your lover boy here tonight?" Alex spat, his mouth dripping with blood.

Dave's eyes flicked over to Blaine who was watching them and he tried unsuccessfully to get up.

"Not that one," Alex grinned, "Sebastian."

Dave growled and tried to reach up to Alex but his arms were pinned to his side by the other boy's legs.

"Oh so you did see him in there," Alex smirked, "how did he look?" he asked tightening his grip on Dave's hair.

"Fuck you," Dave gasped.

"Oh no, he already fucked me," Alex clarified, "he has been fucking me for years, long and hard, way before he even knew you!"

"Shut up!" Karofsky said struggling against Alex's weight.

"No I won't," Alex teased, "because he likes it when I'm loud, he loves it when I scream his name, he loves fucking me in the bathroom- he begged for it, like the stupid slut he is-"

Alex was cut off by Karofsky's roar of anger. In his rage Dave got one arm free and reached up to grab Alex by the hair and he pulled him sideways onto the ground. Karofsky tried to sit up but before he could Alex stretched his leg and kicked Dave in the stomach winding him.

Alex climbed back onto of Dave who was gasping for breath, he raised his fist ready to bring it down on Dave's face but he was tackled to the ground by Blaine who had managed to get up off the wall.

 Blaine and Alex rolled on the ground fighting for dominance. Blaine struck out and hit Alex in the stomach but it had little effect on the taller boy who rolled away from Blaine. Alex got to his feet quickly as Blaine sat up, Alex ran towards Blaine and pulled him up by the shirt and smashed him into Queens and Queers' brick wall.

Blaine's eyes fluttered and drooped closed as Alex let his body crumple to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs.

"No!" a hysterical cry suddenly rang out through the air and Alex turned to see Kurt sprinting towards Blaine.

"Kurt how did you get out?" Alex asked genuinely shocked to see the pale boy.

"No Blaine! Blaine!" Kurt cried and he pushed past Alex and fell to his boyfriend's side. "Blaine please," Kurt sobbed, tears streaming down his face as he cradled Blaine's head in his lap.

"Kurt, go back to my car," Alex said, he started to walk towards Kurt and Blaine but he was caught around the legs by Karofsky who had regained his breath.

"Get off me," Alex screamed, as Dave pinned his arms behind his back.

"Take it back!" Karofsky roared, "Take it back now!"

"Blaine, wake up," Kurt begged ignoring the other boys.

"What?" Alex whimpered.

"Sebastian is not a slut!" Karofsky growled, twisting Alex's arms tighter.

"Blaine please," Kurt pleaded his tears rolling off his cheeks and landing in Blaine's curls.

"Okay fuck! Fine he's not a slut he's just a skank!" Alex sneered, but it didn't last for long because Karofsky grabbed a first full of his hair and pulled.

"Take it back!" he yelled, "or else."

"Fine, he's not a slut or a skank," Alex whimpered, and he sighed in relief when Karofsky lessened his grip.

"Blaine... baby?" Kurt asked Blaine's still body.

"Fuck off," Dave spat at Alex, "leave us allalone," he said crawling off of Alex and over towards Kurt who was kissing Blaine's curls and rocking the unmoving boy in his lap.

Alex struggled to his knees slowly but he couldn't help the smirk that graced his lips, "oh look, Sebastian's favourite position for me, it doesn't matter whether I'm licking his ass or sucking his cock he loves me on my knees-"

Alex's body hit the ground with a horrible thud; Karofsky pulled back his fist and rubbed his knuckles from where they had connected with Alex's jaw.

"I told you to shut up," he hissed at the blonde boy's unconscious form.

"Dave," a broken whisper filled the air, "help me," Kurt begged.

Karofsky turned to see Kurt stroking Blaine's face as the curly haired boy slowly blinked his eyes open.

"It's okay," Karofsky said when Blaine gasped in pain, "relax, Blaine you're going to be okay."

"Alex," Blaine hissed.

"It's okay, I took care of him," Dave said grimly.

"I'm so sorry," Kurt cried into Blaine's shoulder.

"It's okay," Blaine said reaching an arm up to awkwardly stroke Kurt's hair.

"It's all my fault," Kurt whimpered, "it's all my fault!"

"No it's not," Blaine breathed, trying to comfort his boyfriend.

"Guys we need to get out of this place," Karofsky said, he didn't want to interrupt the boys' but they really needed to get away from Alex and everything that has happened tonight.

"Sebastian, should be coming… he went to get help," Kurt said, and Dave's head snapped up.

"He... Oh okay," Dave said looking at his hands.

"You really like him don't you," Blaine mumbled offhandedly.

"I ... I - it doesn't matter, he doesn't like me anymore," Dave said.

"I think he does," Blaine breathed and he nuzzled at Kurt's thigh, causing Kurt to stroke his curls and place kisses from his jaw to his temple.

"It doesn't matter," Karofsky said, "nothing will happen because I'm not out as being gay and he is-"

"They should be just around here!" a raised voice called out as fast footsteps approached the boys' in the alley.

"Sebastian?" Kurt called out, "were over by the back door!"

The footsteps became faster and within seconds Sebastian and the man that checks ID's at the front door were rounding the corner.

"Oh my god Dave!" Sebastian cried and broke out into a sprint. He dropped to his knees next to Karofsky and cupped Dave's face in his hands, "are you okay?" Sebastian asked desperately taking in the blood on Dave's forehead and lip.

"Yeah I'm fine," Dave said turning his head out of Sebastian's hands.

The Warbler dropped his hands and tried not to look as hurt as he felt.

"What happened here?" Chad the doorman asked approaching Alex's unconscious body.

All boys' looked at one another awkwardly and silently came to an agreement to not say anything.

"Okay," Chad said, "I'll make you boys a deal, if you get up and leave right now, and go home and not mention Queens and Queers when your parents ask questions then … I'll take care of things," he said jerking his head towards Alex.

"Deal," Karofsky said quickly getting to his feet and everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Help me?" Blaine asked and Kurt slid out from behind him and stood up.

Kurt squatted down and hooked Blaine's arm around his neck. Blaine went to stand but suddenly Kurt's other hand looped under his knees and lifted his body off the ground.

"Kurt, I can walk," Blaine mumbled snuggling his head ink Kurt's neck.

"Blaine, I found you knocked out on the ground five minutes ago," Kurt said kissing Blaine's curls as he started walking out of the ally, "there is no way I'm going to make you walk."

Blaine sighed contentedly as Kurt said goodbye and thank you to both Karofsky and Sebastian. He then walked Blaine to his Navigator which they had driven to the bar earlier in the night.

"Okay Boys', you best be going," Chad said and both Sebastian and Dave nodded. Slowly they made their way to their own cars.

As they walked around to the front of Queens and Queers they could see Kurt bucking Blaine up in the passenger's seat of his Navigator and kissing his forehead.

Their walk was awkward and every time Sebastian went to speak his mouth would dry up and his throat would close just as his stomach did backflips.

"Why would you do it?" Karofsky asked suddenly as they passed the first row of cars in the parking lot.

"Do what?" Sebastian's asked stopping.

Karofsky stopped too and turned to face him.

"Why would you sleep with him?" Dave said ad his eyes sparkled.

Sebastian shoved his hands inside his pockets and kicked the ground with the toe of his shoe.

"I don't know... We used to go out a long time ago, but we broke up and from then on whenever we met up... It was for sex," he said completely honest and completely ashamed.

"Did you meet each other here?" Karofsky asked his lips in a thin line.

"Yeah," Sebastian mumbled.

"Did you ever meet at Scandals?"

"Yeah a few times," Sebastian said and Karofsky's eyes suddenly brimmed with tears, "Dave what's wron-"

"The night we met," Karofsky breathed interrupting the other boy, "were you there to meet him?"

"What? No, Dave no," Sebastian said quickly, "I was there just to have a good night... And I ended up having a great night... because I met you," Sebastian said softly.

"Then why would you sleep with him, when you can do so much better?" Dave asked angrily.

"Well every time I do meet someone "better" they're taken!" the Warbler snapped annoyed, "or they dance with me, make-out with me and then suddenly decide that they're not gay and run off the dance floor," Sebastian said his voice raising.

"I'm sorry about that," Dave said guiltily, "but Alex saw me and I couldn't risk it getting out at school that I-"

"I don't care," Sebastian said blinking away his own tears, "because I really like you Dave," Sebastian admitted, "and I thought you liked me but you obviously think I'm some cheap slut-"

"Don't say that," Dave said cutting Sebastian off and moving in closer, "I don't think that… I think you're beautiful and a-amazing," he said stuttering a little on his own feelings.

"Really?" Sebastian asked looking up at Dave through his lashes.

"Yes... And I ran away from you that night because I was worried about people finding out about me- and I'm still not ready for them too," he said quickly, "But I was thinking that maybe you and I could... Maybe start seeing each other... If you want."

Sebastian looked up at the tall boy with a smile. "I would love that," he said.

Dave's face split into a huge smile and he slowly bent his head down to capture Sebastian's lips in a sweet kiss.

"Maybe we shouldn't go home," Blaine mumbled his throbbing head pressed to the cool glass window as he watched the darkened street fly past his eyes while Kurt drove them to Blaine's house.

"We have to," Kurt said, "we have school tomorrow."

"Well can you at least pull over?" Blaine asked, "I don't like you driving when you've had so much to drink."

"Blaine, I'm fine and you can't drive right now," Kurt said paying attention to the road.

"Kurt, I'm telling you for the last time, I don't have a concussion!" Blaine said firmly siting up straighter, silently praying that his head would stop pounding, "let me drive."

"You do have a concussion and we are almost there, so stop distracting me," Kurt said turning a corner.

"Fine but if we crash and die then I will so haunt you," Blaine grumbled.

"First we would have hot ghost sex, then you can haunt me," Kurt said smiling and when he didn't get a response he glanced quickly over to see his boyfriend asleep.

"Blaine wake up! Blaine!" Kurt yelled.

He remembers from that one time when he was younger and his dad had slipped in the garage and hit his head, that the doctor said no matter what his dad couldn't fall sleep. So there was no way he was going to let Blaine do so.

"Blaine, wake up!" Kurt yelled again.

This time Blaine stirred, sitting up straighter he yawned and rubbed the back of his head, "Kurt, relax this happened like twice last year during football remember?"

"Yeah I remember," Kurt said angrily, "I remember you having to stay in bed the whole next day just so you could recover, so don't you dare fall asleep on me!"

"Okay, I'm sorry," Blaine said gently, "I'll stay awake."

"Good," Kurt sniffed, "if you stay awake, I won't crash the car."

"Sounds like a fair deal," Blaine said lightly, his mouth twitching up into a smile.

They fell into a comfortable silence driving steadily to Blaine's house with the events of the night turning in their minds; they were almost at Blaine's house when Kurt couldn't hold it in anymore.

"So," he said awkwardly, "Dave loves you-"

"Used to love me," Blaine cut in with a sigh, he was dreading this moment.

"It's practically the same thing," Kurt huffed, manoeuvring the car passed a broken down motorbike and its rider, who was stupidly talking on the phone in the middle of the road.

"It's not the same thing okay," Blaine said, "and he hasn't tried to kidnap me yet, so you don't need to worry."

"Yeah well I think he still has a thing for you," Kurt said defensively.

"Are you still drunk or something?" Blaine asked his mouth hanging open towards his boyfriend, "Before a few hours ago you didn't even know he was gay and now all of a sudden you think he is still harbouring feelings for me, that's crazy."

"It's not crazy," Kurt snapped, "and no I am not drunk! I just don't appreciate the fact that someone else was in love with you and they hung around you all the time without telling anyone-"

"And now you know how I feel!" Blaine interrupted loudly.

Kurt pulled over to the side of the road and switched the car off, "what did you say?" he asked looking at his boyfriend.

"I said that you now know how I felt- how I still feel," Blaine said more softly, "Kurt, Alex was- and still is, in love with you… and you would always brush that fact off every time you texted him or hugged him or shared secrets with him," Blaine said his voice breaking, "and I would have to watch you, and it would piss me off because I knew he loved you, but I wasn't allowed to do anything about it. But foryou to be angry with me because Dave used to love me, that's ridiculous, he doesn't like me okay! I haven't been texting him or hugging him and I certainly didn't tell him about tonight… so you can't go around saying things like that," Blaine chocked out.

"Blaine I'm sor-"

"No," Blaine said, holding up a hand to stop Kurt from moving towards him, "right now I just want to go home with you," he said softly.

"Okay," Kurt agreed, "let's go home," he said turning back around in the seat and starting the car again.

"How on earth did you fall down the stairs?" Annabelle asked in a desperate voice, embracing her son tightly.

"Mom, please stop," Blaine said but his voice came out muffled from where it was buried in his mother's shoulder.

"Kurt, what happened?" Paul asked Kurt who was closing the front door behind him.

They had just arrived at Blaine's house, it was only a few minutes ago that in the car they had decided that they would tell Blaine's parent that he had fallen down the stairs coming out of the restaurant they went to for dinner.

They had both agreed that the less details they shared with both of their parents the better. During this conversation Kurt had also chewed a whole stick of strawberry gum to try and get the strong stench of alcohol out of his breath. He may no longer feel the effects of the drink, but the smell is still there.

"Well," Kurt started as Annabelle pulled Blaine's face down to her level to examine him, "the restaurant we ate at had a very steep entrance, and as we were coming out Blaine's shoelace was untied and he tripped on it and feel down the whole staircase," Kurt said trying to sound convincing.

"Oh my poor baby," Annabelle cooed at her son, kissing his forehead, "oh and Kurt honey, look your beautiful clothes are ruined," Annabelle said nodding to Kurt's outfit.

"What's the name of the place?" Paul asked suddenly, "do you want to sue them?"

"What? No," Kurt squeaked, "its fine, my clothes can be washed and I'm not hurt or anything, and as long as Blaine is okay," he said looking at his boyfriend, "I've got nothing to complain about."

"Well in that case I think you should stay here tonight," Paul said, "i don't want you driving home, if you want I can call Burt for you," he offered.

"No that's okay," Blaine said finally free of his mom's tight grasp, "but I think Kurt and I will just get cleaned up and Kurt can call his dad from my room."

"Okay honey, just watch your step," Annabelle said, brushing back some of Blaine's curls.

"Mom, I'm not going to trip up the stairs," Blaine sighed but he kissed her on the cheek and said goodnight.

Kurt also kissed Annabelle, holding his breath, and said a goodnight to Paul.

"We will see you in the morning," Blaine said taking Kurt's hand leading them up the stairs to his room.

"I hate lying to your parents," Kurt said when they finally made it to Blaine's room.

"God so do I," Blaine groaned, dragging Kurt over to his bed and pulling him down causing their limbs to tangle together as Blaine snuggled into the soft blankets closing his eyes.

"Oh no you don't," Kurt said shoving Blaine's shoulder.

"Kurt, I promise you that I'm fine and I don't have a concussion," Blaine mumbled, keeping his eyes shut but wrapping a tight arm around Kurt's waist.

"No it's not that," Kurt said trying to sit up, "it's just that we're gross and dirty and you have an amazing Jacuzzi tub that is just calling out our name right now," Kurt purred, "and there is also no way in hell that I will share a bed with you, when you look like that," Kurt said semi-seriously.

Blaine whimpered into the blankets, "Do I have to?" he asked.

"Well… no you don't," Kurt admitted getting up and standing in front of his boyfriend, "but I'm about to get extremely wet and extremely naked… so it's really up to you," Kurt said quickly toeing of his boots and then unbuttoning his jeans and peeling them off his legs. "So don't feel like you have to come join me," Kurt said dropping his jeans on Blaine's face, "just have a good think about it."

Blaine opened his eyes and pulled the dark denim away from his face, he could just see the outline of Kurt's clothed ass as he bent over the tub to turn the taps on in the bathroom, "not fair!" Blaine called and he could hear his boyfriend chuckle.

Blaine sighed and sat up, letting Kurt's jeans fall to the floor, he gently pulled his soiled shirt up over his head and took off his shoes, sock and pants. He walked over to the bathroom in his briefs and was greeted with the sight of his beautiful boyfriend standing naked in front of him.

"Fancy seeing you here," Blaine whispered, walking up to Kurt and putting his hands on the taller boy's waist as Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders.

Kurt gave a soft laugh and leant down to press their lips together gently. "C'mon," Kurt said when he pulled away breathless, "let's get in."

The tub was full by now so Kurt got in first and turned off the taps; he grabbed for Blaine's hand and led his now fully naked boyfriend into the hot water.

Blaine audibly moaned as the water soaked over his battered body, "God this is good," he whimpered.

Kurt smiled and sat on one of the steps in the tub and pulled Blaine onto his lap, "I knew this would make you feel better," he said kneading his boyfriend's stiff shoulders.

Blaine didn't respond instead he let his head fall back onto Kurt's wet shoulder as the tension slowly drained from his back.

They stayed in the water for what could have been hours, neither of them knew. They were simply lost in time, washing away the memory of the wild night they had. When they were done caressing and embracing each other for what seemed like the millionth time, the water turned cold and they reluctantly left the comfort of each other's arms to get dried. When they were no longer wet they climbed into Blaine's bed without any pyjamas on, choosing to be wrapped in each other rather than clothing. Blaine's head came to rest on Kurt's shoulder and he kissed the skin softly, inhaling the scent of his beautiful boyfriend and lover.

"I love you Kurt, and no matter what happens I promise you that we will always be together," Blaine mummed softly into Kurt's skin.

Kurt kissed Blaine's curls, "Blaine I love you too, and I know that we will always be together, I can't see myself with anyone else."

Blaine sighed happily and shut his eyes, it had been a long day and both boys feel asleep to the sound of the others breathing.

"Burt honey? Yes it's Annabelle… It has been too long hasn't it? I agree... Yeah it's about the boys… no, no they're fine… it's just that Blaine feel down the stairs tonight-… He's okay… yes Kurt is taking care of him… So he's allowed to stay tonight?... that's wonderful… yes I'm pretty sure they have both fallen asleep by now and I had a feeling that Kurt would forget to call you…That's up to you Hun… okay, I'll tell him you gave your permission for him to stay home tomorrow… thank you Burt… I will pass on your love… goodnight Hun."

Annabelle hung up the phone and sighed happily; just like her son does she ran her hair through her long curls and walked up the stairs quietly. When she reached her room, she changed into her pyjamas and curled up to Paul's side in their bed. She smiled happily when her husband's arm wrapped around her. Her boys are safe, her husband is here with her and she has a good home. So just like she has every night since she was a small child she thanked God for blessing her and her family.

It was a little past 2pm when the boys woke from their peaceful dreams, Kurt spotted the note on Blaine's dresser explaining that Burt has given permission for him to skip school and that Annabelle and Paul are making last minute arrangements for Paris. As Kurt smiled at the note, finally realising where Blaine got that habit from, Blaine shifted on his chest and looked up at Kurt through heavy eyelids.

"Morning," he mumbled.

"Afternoon," Kurt counted, and Blaine's head snapped up and looked to the clock.

"Shit," he said panicked, "school. We're late," he mumbled to himself climbing over Kurt to get out of bed but ended up getting stuck in the blankets, "you're late, we need to get dressed-"

"Blaine," Kurt said grabbing his boyfriend's arms and stoping him, "dad said I can stay with you for today and your parents said you're allowed to stay home," Kurt explained softly tucking one of Blaine's longer curls behind his ear.

"Oh," Blaine sighed in relief, flopping back down next to Kurt, "thank god… Because I really didn't want to go to school today."

"That's good because we have the whole day to do absolutely nothing," Kurt said snuggling his boyfriend.

Blaine hummed in agreement but his stomach rumbled in protest, "maybe we should get some food before we do nothing," Blaine suggested lightly, and Kurt nodded in agreement because his stomach had just started to make itself noticed too.

"Okay, let's put some clothes on," He said looking at the frost on the outside of Blaine window.

They got dressed slowly, both wearing a pair of Blaine's tracksuit pants, his t-shirt and sweater. Blaine went to his bathroom and got four Tylenol from the medicine cabinet, he filled a glass of water and swallowed two for himself, to stop his headache and walked out to Kurt.

"What's that?" Kurt asked looking at Blaine's closed fist.

"For your hangover," Blaine said dropping the two pills into Kurt's hand.

"Thank you," Kurt said with a smile and graciously accepted the water.

When Blaine placed the cup back into his bathroom they exited his room and made their way down stairs.

"Blaine?" Kurt said tentatively.

"Yeah?"

"We need to talk."

Blaine froze on the bottom step turning to look up at his boyfriend, "that doesn't sound good," he whispered.

"Oh no, Blaine I don't mean like that," Kurt said joining him on the step, "no, I just mean we need to talk… about everything… I guess. There is too much that has just been left unsaid between us."

Blaine nodded and took Kurt's hand leading him to the kitchen, "you're right, we do need to talk."

For the rest of the day that is simply what they did, they talked. They talked about Alex, and how Kurt has no feelings for him.

"Blaine I hate that asshole, trust me there are no feelings for him left in me other than hate."

"I trust you baby."

They talked about how Alex has been transferred to a new school.

"Blaine look at this, it's a text from Mercedes… it says Alex has been transferred to a different school because of 'an unfortunate incident that has occurred recently'."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I don't know, but I do know that it means he can't bother us anymore."

They talked about how Blaine wishes he could have gotten in a few more good punches.

"Blaine that's enough."

"I'm serous Kurt; I wished I had killed him."

"Blaine-"

"No I do, I swear I do! He hurt you and I wish I could kill him!"

"Calm down baby… relax... I'm safe now."

"Nobody will ever hurt you again."

Their discovery of the Karofsky-Smythe relationship was also something they discussed in length.

"I did not see that coming."

"Yeah neither did I, all those years on the team and I never suspected that Dave was gay."

"After all the times he called me fagot I guess I just assumed he was straight… but I never thought he was hiding too."

"And I can't believe he knows Sebastian and that they used to hook up."

"Did they?"

"I think so… they looked like they knew each other really well, if you catch my drift."

"When have I ever not caught your drift?

They also talked about how they would not 'out' Karofsky no matter what.

"No I won't do that to another person even if he did toss me into dumpsters and try to torment me for half my life."

Blaine talked about how he is now forever in Sebastian's debt for saving Kurt.

"I would do anything for him right now, because I seriously can't believe how lucky we are that he found you… God I owe him so much."

The boys' discussed Karofsky's feelings for Blaine and with much convincing Kurt finally agreed that Dave loves Sebastian.

"Kurt, did you not see the way they looked at each other?"

"I did but he said he loves you-"

"Loved! Loved me-"

"Same thin-"

"It is not the same thing! Kurt… they loved each other baby."

"… fine."

Then they had to breach a really confusing conversation the whole Alex-Karofsky-Sebastian triangle.

"What I got from last night, even though I was passed out for most of it, was that, Alex saw Sebastian and Karofsky hooking up, he took photos and he blackmailed Dave into helping him break us up."

"Wait Alex got Dave's help to break us up with photos?"

"Yeah."

"Okay go on."

"And Dave said yes because he didn't believe Alex at first- but then he saw us together- anyways he said yes because he thought he still had feelings for me, but after seeing us together he realised he loves Sebastian so he stopped."

"What did Alex do?"

"He said he didn't need Dave's help, but he told him yesterday to go to Queens and Queers and it would be his last chance to get me."

"Asshole."

"And Dave tried warning me yesterday but I didn't listen-"

"It's not your fault-"

"…I know… but yeah that's what I worked out."

"Okay well what about Sebastian and Alex?"

"Oh apparently they used to date right, and they broke up, but they would always meet up when they were single and have sex together. That's ummm… what they were doing last night."

"Sebastian knew about Alex's plan, did you know?"

"Yeah I heard."

The day seemed to last forever but they needed to talk, they needed to have no more secrets and they needed to realise that they are already hiding to the rest of the world, so they can't hide from each other.

"Hey kiddo!" Burt said from his recliner as Kurt walked through the door that evening, "nice clothes," he chuckled.

Kurt glared down at the baggy sweat pants and loose hoddie he is wearing, "they're Blaine's and they're warm and that's all that matters," Kurt said his head held high.

"Come on, you know I'm just pulling your leg," Burt said as Kurt flopped down onto the couch, "how's Blaine?"

"He's good," Kurt said, "he's got some bruises and a nasty bump to the head but nothings broken so that's good."

"I'm glad," Burt said, "you wouldn't want anything to be broken two days before you go to Paris."

"No definitely not," Kurt agreed and he couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips from turning into a full blown grin.

"You're excited aren't you," Burt said and although it wasn't a question Kurt still nodded his head eagerly.

"I am dad, I really am… I mean its Parisand Blaine and I will be able to be together without having to worry about who sees us. We won't have to do all the things that we normally have to… like we won't have to travel to the next town to see a movie together and we won't have to make up lame excuses about where we are disappearing to together. Instead we can just tell people that we are together like we've always wanted to do," Kurt finished, breathily.

"Like I said kid, I'm really happy for you, the both of you deserve this holiday more than anyone I know," Burt said honestly turning to face his son.

"Thanks dad," Kurt said softly smiling at his father.

"And I know you'll only be gone for two weeks but, you have to call me every day and you have to take lots of photos and-"

"I will dad I promise," Kurt said gently, tears prickling his eyes as he listened to the emotion in Burt's voice.

"Good, bud, good… and you should be back before Christmas right?" Burt asked.

"Yes dad, Christmas Eve is when our plane gets back home," Kurt said.

"Good… good," Burt said trailing off.

"Well I'm going to go to bed," Kurt said getting up and hugging his father tightly, "goodnight dad, I love you."

"I love you too Son."

"I've been dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the one-"

"Rachel, I swear to God, if you get that song stuck in my head I will murder you," Kurt threatened from his seat at their lunch table in the cafeteria.

"Just because you're mad at Blaine doesn't mean you should take it out on me," Rachel snapped.

"I'm not mad at Blaine!" Kurt snapped back, "and keep your damned voice down," he hushed her looking around to make sure no one had heard his big-mouthed friend.

"Both of you relax," Mercedes said grabbing Kurt's hand under the table and giving him a comforting squeeze.

"It's true though," Rachel insisted glaring at her plate, "Blaine doesn't show up at school and suddenly Kurt has become the Grinch that is trying to steal my Christmas!"

"Oh stop being so melodramatic," Kurt sighed, "and I told you, Blaine is too sick to come to school," he said trying to sound nonchalant.

"Whatever," Rachel huffed and started talking animatedly to Brittany about why she should never make a cat do the dishes.

Kurt glanced moodily around the table and caught Santana's eye, and just as she has done every time they have made eye contact today, she gives him a small smile and a little head nod. She and Brittany after all are the only ones in the glee club that know the truth- not even Mercedes knows.

"Cheer up boo," Mercedes said rubbing a comforting hand over Kurt's back, "tomorrow you're flying out to the city of love, with lover boy, so you should be ecstatic!"

"I am," Kurt said smiling at the thought, "I'm just going to miss everyone."

"Bullshit," Santana said, "you'll be too busy getting fucked by your hobbit to worry about us."

While everyone at the table gasped at Santana's vulgar words Kurt merely laughed and nodded his head, "true Santana, very true."

The rest of the day passed slowly for Kurt, the only things that sustained him were the cute texts from Blaine, who was still at home recovering. When the final school bell rang Kurt eagerly headed out to his navigator and was about to get in when he realised he still had his favourite pair of gloves in his locker and he was planning on taking them to Paris.

Groaning in frustration Kurt headed back to his locker; he quickly unlocked the door, grabbed his gloves and headed back down the hall. It was just as he rounded the corner that he saw them.

The whole entire football team, except Blaine and the glee boys were heading his way with large slushy cups.

"There you are!" one of the shouted, "we thought you left without saying good bye."

Kurt slowly started to walk backwards but the fear in his veins was causing his legs to go stiff.

"We thought we would just give you something to remember us by," Azimio sneered in Kurt's face as the boys circled him.

"Guys, Anderson will be pissed if we do this," a voice muttered and Kurt jerked his head around to see Karofsky with his bruised face looking worried.

"C'mon Karofsky, it's not like he'll find out," Dylan said, glaring at Kurt, "besides Blaine's gone soft on this little fag and it's about time we remind him of where he belongs."

Karofsky didn't say anything else he merely looked at Kurt with guilty eyes and shuffled into his place in the circle. Kurt didn't know what to do, he is surrounded, alone and Blaine is at his home in bed and there is no way he can help him.

"Okay boys let's get this over with," Azimio said, raising his cup and the others followed in suit, "any last words Hummel?"

"I only have a question," Kurt said with is chin held high, to the large boy, "why do you do this? We all have the same blood in our veins, we all breathe the same air, and we go to the same fucking school for Christ's sake, why do you waste your time with this?"

"We are not the same! We will never be the same!" Azimio growled, raising his cup higher.

Kurt was about to protest again but his open mouth was suddenly filled with grape slushie out of Azimio's cup, that then triggered the onslaught.

Slushies came from every angle, hitting his back, face ,legs, arms, chest and even splashing down to his feet. It was like being trapped in an avalanche, the ice was everywhere and it started to seep into his clothes and run down his back.

The football team laughed and hi-fived as they retreated down the hallway throwing their cups back in Kurt's direction while the shivering boy stood literally frozen in the multi-coloured ice puddle that now surrounds him.

Raising his shaking hands in shock, Kurt wiped the corn syrup from his red, burning eyes and blinked them painfully. Reaching into his soaked bag with trembling fingers he dug through it and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his face. It physically hurt to touch his face, his fingers were like icicles while a numbness trickled through the rest of his body.

Unable to do anything else, he took some steadying breaths and willed his tears to stay away. Kurt slowly then began to move his legs and headed to the door making sure not to slip on the slushies at his feet.

Moving down the hallway his boots made squelching sounds as his toes slowly grew numb. He wrapped his arms around himself trying his best to stay warm in the cold hallway. But as the remaining ice ran down his back and gathered at his waist he knew that wasn't possible. Reaching the door Kurt lifted his arms causing more ice to fall off of him and braced two hands against the school door to push it open.

"Oh god!" Kurt audibly gasped at the cold wind that was no whipping his long bangs into his eyes.

Immediately he began his fast walk to the car, his legs too frozen to move any quicker. Tears began to form in Kurt's eyes against his will as he dug in his pocket for his car keys and almost sobbing in relief when he found them.

Scared of dying from hypothermia or pneumonia or even frost bite, Kurt turned the ignition on as soon as he was in the car and blasted the heater. He bent down and put his face against the vent breathing in deeply as the warm air defrosted his face. He raised his hands to the same vent and rubbed them together willing the cold away. Desperate for warmth Kurt reached into the back of his car and pulled out the old picnic blanket he had stashed there and wrapped it around himself. He has a spare change of clothes in his locker but there is no way he I going back out into that wind.

Sitting there huddled in his blanket trying to keep warm, Kurt burst into tears.

"Why d-do they have t-to ruin every-everything?" Kurt cried out to no one but himself. He dropped his head back onto the heating vent as the sobs started ripping through his chest painfully. He sat there as warm tears ran down his frozen cheeks and dropped onto his numb legs.

It took over half an hour until Kurt had calmed himself down enough to start the car up and drive to his house. His body had become warmer even he was still insanely cold, but he knew he could make it; he just had to make it home, to Blaine.

"I just h-have to make it th-through the next few hours," he said to himself hands shaking slightly on the wheel, "then I w-will be in P-Paris with B-Blaine."

Kurt drove carefully to his house, with his wet hair plastered to his face and syrup down his pants. Kurt ignored it all and he drove to his home, he drove to Blaine, because Blaine is his home and no matter what the world throws at them… nobody can take that away.