Blaine's not sure where that kiss came from but he's glad it did. He probably would have made a move eventually but knowing him it may have been dragged out for months.

They're still kissing, almost half asleep but determined to carry on with this new discovery. Kurt's still got one hand on his cheek, the other forearm acting as Blaine's pillow and he's convinced it's better than any real pillow he's ever slept on and  - oh wow.

Kurt's moved to brace himself on the arm that's under Blaine, hovering over him slightly to the left as he deepens the kiss. Blaine doesn't even consider not opening his mouth when he feels the senior's tongue gently swipe along his bottom lip before flicking the top one. Not opening to Kurt is not and option.

Christ he's good at this.

Eventually they slow down, back to half-asleep brushes, Kurt still hovering over Blaine, Blaine's hands now at his neck and lower back methodically clenching the material of his t-shirt.

"We should go to sleep." Kurt whispered, his voice lower than Blaine had ever heard it, but he doesn't make an effort to pull away. He simply speaks against Blaine's mouth, leaning in closer to give another chaste kiss.

"Uh-huh."

"Because..." another kiss, "We, umm...we have school..."

And it's because Kurt's still kissing him that Blaine pouts and says "We could skip."

Kurt pulls back, a small smile on his face and eyes bright. "You don't skip, Blaine."

"I could."

"I don't want you to. I'm not going to be the reason you skive off." Another lip brush and a slightly cheeky smile before he continues with a false air of innocence, "Besides, I intend on furthering my education tomorrow and I seriously doubt you want to be a bad influence on me, it might just alter my view on you."

Blaine almost began to list all of the reasons that they should skip tomorrow (lack of sleep, stay in bed all day and worst; what if nothing between them changed?) but he held his tongue when Kurt rolled off of him. Unwilling to let his body heat go for too long Blaine turned into Kurt's side, nose firmly planted against his neck as they drifted off to sleep.

They'd shifted over the course of the night when Blaine woke up. Face to face, arms and legs tangled together with the duvet kicked down to their calves. Kurt groaned and buried his face into his pillow as he threw his arm behind him, locate the alarm after a few grabs and slammed at it until the beeping stopped.

He rolled onto his stomach, arms stretching under the pillow as his head turned enough to reveal one bleary blue eye and croaked out a quiet "Morning."

"Morning." Blaine whispered back, and seeing as Kurt didn't seem to be in a hurry to kick him out of his obscenely large bed, Blaine moved forward to kiss Kurt's nose. The older teen scrunched up his nose and eyes, a tried smile visible at the corner of his mouth.

"Mmm, I really don't want to get up...but we should if we want to get into the bathroom before Finn. We're going to school Blaine, if anything I need to attempt to graduate." He added when Blaine opened his mouth. He leant down to place a closed-mouth peck on Blaine's lips before rolling over to sit on the edge of the bed. He ran his hands through his already impressive bed-head before standing up and moving to his closet while Blaine followed him with his eyes, almost feeling as if this was the most intimate thing he'd ever witnessed.

This was Kurt letting him see him vulnerable. No dark or distressed clothes, no combat boots or slightly hostile attitude.

Kurt turned around, arms full of clothes, a slight blush on his cheeks when he noticed that he held Blaine's sleepy attention. "I err, I won't be long."

"Okay."

Kurt offered Blaine an almost shy smile as he back out of his bedroom.

He's pretty sure that the majority of his friends - old and new - would all question his sanity over spending the night in Kurt Hummel's bed, let alone that he spent part of that time making out with the boy. The boys at Dalton would all say something along the lines of Kurt being a bad news and based on the gossip he's heard from over half of his new glee club they'd say something extremely similar. He has to admit that if it were any other boy he'd probably agree; there's just something about Kurt that he wants to know, to be around.

He was still busy daydreaming about the skank when said boy returned. Perhaps it was having seen Kurt in sleepwear but seeing him dressed in relatively simple black and grey striped skinny jeans with a low black v-neck with wet messy hair but Blaine couldn't remember if he'd ever seen anyone look quite as hot as Kurt did just then.

"I'm going to take your staring as a good thing."

Blaine nodded dumbly. Kurt let out a short laugh and moved to his vanity to begin sorting out his hair, "Bathroom's all yours."

By the time Blaine returned (his time in the shower being in no way hindered by thoughts of Kurt being in there naked just moments before) Kurt was sprawled out across his bed playing on his phone. He didn't look up when Blaine walked over to his mirror to start gelling his hair back into submission but his lip did twitch slightly before he spoke, "I was beginning to think you'd drowned."

He looked up when Blaine didn't answer and smirked when he spotted Blaine's pink cheeks in his vanity mirror. Blaine for his part ignored the raised, almost knowing, eyebrow and studiously paid attention to beating his curls down.

He was so busy trying to minimise his embarrassment that he jumped when Kurt was suddenly behind him, hands resting on his shoulders, "You wear far too much of that shit on your hair."

"You really wouldn't want to see it without some form of product. It's awful."

Kurt raised his pierced brow, smirk back in place. "I said too much, not that you shouldn't wear any, though I seriously doubt it's as bad as you're making it out to be."

"It's ridiculous." Blaine glared at his hair in his reflection, why couldn't he have inherited their father's hair? Cooper got the perfect straight hair and Blaine ended up with a mess. Granted they had different mothers so the Asian blood in Blaine had a lot to do with it, but he still didn't see why he couldn't get the nicer hair in their family.

"Stop pouting, I was only teasing you."

Blaine blinked, his eyes flicking up to see Kurt's reflection staring down at his. "I was not pouting."

Kurt laughed lightly as he moved away from the cubby area to grab a beaten up looking black leather jacket from the back of his door. "You so were Anderson. C'mon, we gotta leave because I need coffee...like now."

It was only in Kurt's car on the way to the Lima Bean that Blaine began to get nervous. It wasn't that he was worried about being seen in Kurt's car in public or by anyone at school but that he didn't know how Kurt felt about that. He was pretty sure he wasn't what people expected Kurt Hummel to be into. Hell, he's not even sure why Kurt seems to be so interested in him; he's surely not what a McKinley skank would normally go for or be seen with.

Biting his lip Blaine snuck a look across to Kurt. The older boy was focussed on the road, eyes hidden behind his trademark black Ray-Bans, while his hands tapped out the beat to the Rolling Stones song playing surprisingly softly from the speakers as he guided his Navigator towards the coffee shop.

Kurt must have felt his eyes on him because he turned towards him slightly with a smile. It didn't expel all of his worries but it certainly helped to put them to the back of his mind. "What drink do you want?"

"What?"

Kurt pulled into a parking space and turned to face Blaine, a small crooked smile on his face, "Drink, what kind do you want?"

Blaine blinked in surprise. "Medium drip?"

Kurt smirked, "You sure about that?"

He took off his sunglasses and winked before jumping out and jogging over to the partially deserted coffee shop. Blaine sighed and rested his head against the back of the seat, pulled out his phone and turned it on for the first time since he'd climbed out of his window yesterday with Kurt. It was silent for a few minutes before it started beeping with messages and missed calls. He sighed again and opened them; all the calls where from his parents as were most of the messages.

He was debating listening to the two voicemails after having skipped reading the angry text messages sent from his parents when Kurt opened the driver side door and clambered back in. He turned to hand Blaine one of the cups before frowning and looking from him to his phone.

"Parents." Blaine offered a shrug as if to say it was nothing.

Kurt's frown deepened as he stared into Blaine's wide eyes. "I'm going to assume they are not worried parental 'please let me know you're safe blah-blah-blah' texts?"

Again Blaine shrugged before shoving his phone back into his pocket and taking his coffee, smiling in thanks. Kurt was still frowning but thankfully he didn't push it, only took a large gulp of the caffeinated liquid and turned the car back on. They stayed silent the entire drive towards the high school.

Blaine began to gnaw on his bottom lip again as Kurt pulled in to the gradually filling parking lot. A few students that glanced at the car did double takes at seeing Blaine sat in the passenger side, though it was well known in the school by now that he and Kurt were acquaintances at the very least with how much time they spent together out of lessons.

Kurt side-eyed him as he parked and turned the car off. When Blaine reached over to open his door Kurt's hand gently reached over to grasp the forearm closest to him, "Hey, wait for a minute."

He tugged Blaine's arm lightly until the other boy was facing him. Blue eyes stared into gold, seemingly searching for something.

He clearly found it because his eyes lit up in knowing before he leant forward slowly and kissed the younger teen, one hand firmly holding Blaine in place at the back of neck while the other stayed on his arm. Neither boy deepened it this time; Kurt seemed intent on proving something to Blaine, not making a show for those steeling not-so-subtle looks from outside of the car.

Kurt pulled back slowly but stayed close enough that Blaine had to concentrate to focus on his star-burst coloured eyes. "Please try not to think too hard about everything. Ignore your parents for today, fuck it, ignore everyone if you really want to."

He squeezed Blaine's arm and neck lightly, tugged him forward for another chaste kiss, "And for the love of God, nothing about last night was a mistake for me." With that he opened his door, grabbed his things and moved around the front of the Navigator to wait for Blaine.

Blaine held back a smile as he climbed out and shut his door. "Is that what you do?"

Kurt snorted, "Not really." Blaine blinked in confusion when he didn't elaborate but only began to lead the way into school and towards Blaine's locker.

"Not really? That's the answer you're giving me?" He opened his locker, smiling wryly as the skank leant against the metal doors next to him, glaring at pretty much every student that so much as glanced their way.

"It's a good answer." He winked at the shorter boy before his face hardened in the direction of a group of cheerleaders hovering around and shooting glances at the two boys. "Jesus people in this fucking school really need to get their own God-damned lives."

Blaine shut his locker and leant against it, back to the cheerleaders and facing the skank. "They'll get bored eventually, and it was a non-answer."

"Well it's the answer I'm giving, now come on we can't have you being late for class." He gently pushed Blaine's shoulder to spin him around in the direction of classrooms, lightly squeezed his shoulders and gave him a small shove forwards. "Don't want to be accountable for the lowering of what I'm sure is a stupidly perfect grade average."

"You do know that I'm not as much of a nerd as you seem to think I am right?"

"What's the lowest grade you've ever gotten?" Blaine flushed and Kurt clicked his tongue in satisfaction as they stopped against the wall outside of Blaine's classroom. "Correct me if I'm wrong but I'm pretty sure you just proved my point." He smiled softly at Blaine and without glancing around to see who was possibly looking he leant forward to kiss Blaine's cheek. "See you later at lunch...bleachers?"

Blaine nodded happily with what he's sure was a stupid grin on his face. He had no idea what he and Kurt were doing but he wasn't going to fight it, not when it made him this giddy. Kurt winked before stalking off to his own class...or the bleachers. Blaine made an effort to stifle his smile and ignore any wandering eyes on him as he practically bounced to his seat, not noticing the glare sent his way from the corridor.

He's not entirely sure how he managed to take passable notes in any of his first few classes, Blaine's sure it must just be muscle memory of some kind because there's no way he was paying attention. He spent the majority of each class reliving last night or letting his almost seventeen-year-old-boy-imagination run riot with thoughts of what might have happened had they not been so tired. Or had Kurt not stopped them. Or what could happen tonight as he assumes he's staying at the Hudmel's again due to Kurt having packed several sets of clothes and not having his own car for now.

Either way he doesn't really regret it because he has Lit after lunch followed by History all of which will be spent with Kurt. And screw what everyone else seems to think but that doesn't seem like a bad way to spend the rest of his day. Offering a polite smile to Rachel and Mercedes, ducking out before they could reach him, Blaine made towards the back exit of the school, the one closest to the football field and bleachers.

He was rounding the building's corner; he could spot Kurt's bright hair from under yet another beanie (he must keep them stashed somewhere) as he waited for Blaine when a beefy hand grabbed his bag's strap and yanked him back and slammed him into the brick wall.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Karofsky was leaning over him, close to pinning him to the wall, anger evident over his face. Blaine stared up at the jock bewildered.

"I...I don't..."

"You and fucking Hummel, no one wants to see that shit. No one wants to watch two fags doing....that!"

Blaine rolled his eyes, "We didn't do anything Karofsky, talking isn't a crime."

The other boy barked out a harsh laugh. "Yeah well talking don't mean kissing last time I checked."

"Oh really," Jesus Christ Blaine don't piss him off, do not piss him off, "Cause from what I've heard you wouldn't really know. What with Santana turning out to be a lesbian and you never having a girlfriend before or after her, gossip travels extremely well in this school." He had no idea where all of this courage, possibly stupid courage, was coming from and he couldn't decide if it was a good thing or not. He hadn't been hit yet but that didn't mean it wasn't coming.

"Somebody ought to teach fags like you a lesson."

"Yeah, well I've heard that before. I'll let you in on a little secret though," Blaine's jaw tensed along with his entire body, subconsciously preparing himself for a fight, "I'll always be gay."

He knew the hit was coming yet it still knocked him sideways into the wall. Blaine managed to roll with it slightly so it didn't break his jaw but damn if it didn't hurt. Raising a hand to massage it lightly he stared blankly at the jock. Karofsky's fists were still clenched, trembling in anger while his eyes were wild, he looked almost unhinged.

Blaine tensed again as the bully pulled his arm back for another punch, getting ready to duck, when his fist collided with something, someone, else.

Kurt rocked to the side with the punch before pulling his own arm back and throwing his own fist into the jock's surprised face. Blaine's eyes widened as he heard a crunch, unsure from whom it originated until he noticed the blood dripping down behind the hand clutching Karofsky's nose.

"Fuck you Hummel."

Kurt didn't even blink, his back was to Blaine so he couldn't see his expression but based on his posture he seemed to almost radiate hate. "Oh I think we both know how that would turn out dickhead." Blaine had heard the other boy angry before, had heard him swear and throw insults towards anyone who looked too long in the halls, but never had he heard it this cold before. "You really are as thick as shit aren't you? Didn't I fucking tell you to stay the hell away from Blaine?"

Karofsky glared at the taller boy who'd seemingly thrown himself in the way of the punch meant for Blaine in contempt. "It's fucking sick, you two are sick."

"No we're not," Kurt's voice was still ice cold but now it was tinged with something else, an almost begrudging pity mixed with disbelief. "You really need to stay away from us, because I'm fucking done with this shit now. It's one thing messing with me when I know all your dirty fucking secrets but you bring Blaine or anyone else I care about into it and I'll fucking ruin you." He took a small step towards the larger boy, "And I won't hold back either, so back the fuck off of Blaine and me and walk away Karofsky."

"You wouldn't dare." The blood was still flowing steadily from his nose, eyes fixed on Kurt now, and his entire face appeared almost blank. Blaine's own eyes darted between each senior not quite knowing if he wanted to understand what Kurt was threatening or not.

"What the fuck could you do to me that you haven't already threatened or tried? I dare you Karofsky, I fucking dare you to push me and see what happens to your precious little life." Blaine placed a hand on the small of Kurt's back when he noticed the subtle shaking of his upper body, mentally thanking God when he felt him relax minutely.

"Why do you care about what I do to him? You dating him or some sick shit like that?"

"Not that it is any of your God damned business, but yeah I am, that's why I give a shit what happens to him. That's also why I really fucking will ruin your life if you don't stop." With that Kurt gripped the hand resting on his back tightly and spun around to face Blaine, who didn't think twice about leading him away and back down to the bleachers.

He waited until they were under the deserted bleachers and out of sight from anyone to pull Kurt into a hug. The older boy seemed to fold into him, his head buried in the crook of Blaine's neck, arms tight around his waist and his entire body still coiled as if it was readying itself for a fight. He wrapped his own arms around Kurt's shoulders, squeezing him tightly at the small tremors running through Kurt's torso.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, twisting so that he could kiss the visible part of Kurt's forehead, a forehead that creased and was lifted up and away in order for Kurt to be able to stare at Blaine in confusion.

"Am I...are you fucking serious?" Blaine opened his mouth to answer that of course he knew Kurt wasn't okay but was he hurt when Kurt framed his face with his hands and gently traced his bruising jaw line. "Blaine he cornered you, he hit you and you want to know if I'm okay? You really are something else." He whispered the last part so softly that Blaine wasn't sure if he was supposed to hear it or not.

"He hit you too."

"I've been hit by him before."

Blaine let out a small choked noise, "Yeah, I kind of figured that bit out. It doesn't mean you should be hit by him again."

"Nobody should be hit by him - the guy's built like a brick shithouse."

"Kurt, don't, don't try to downplay whatever the hell just happened back there."

Kurt's face softened and he nodded before pulling Blaine into a hug this time to comfort him. "I'm sorry, I am but I would do it again." Blaine made to move back a fraction to see the other boy's face but he was held firmly in place. "I saw him punch you, saw you got into the wall and I just, I don't know, I just couldn't not stop him. I won't let him hurt you."

Blaine nodded into Kurt's collar bone, and deciding that all the serious talk could wait until later he tilted his head up slightly and smiled cheekily. "You said we were dating."

Kurt flushed a brilliant pink hue, one hand going to the back of neck and his face scrunching up as he shifted from foot to foot, "Err, yeah I did didn't I?"

"Uh-huh, but correct me if I'm wrong but I was under the impression that to be dating you actually had to go out on dates. I could be wrong of course, it's not like I get many opportunities in Ohio..." He trailed off, smile morphing into a goofy grin as Kurt's face brightened. He seemed to light up when he smiled; it drew all attention away from the darkening shadows just below his left eye to the sharpness of their colour instead.

"You are right, how silly of me, would you like to go on a date with me?"

"Well that depends on a great deal of things."

Kurt was laughing lightly now. "Oh does it? You might have to refresh my memory."

Blaine nodded happily, "Yup, are you going to share any details about this date at all? I can't really answer until I know what I'm being offered."

"Dinner. Tonight."

"It's a date."