Kurt was taking Blaine’s advice; today he was going to stand up to David Karofsky. For years now he has been taking his shit, and he’s tired of it. He was feeling incredibly rebellious today, wearing a black v-neck shirt and red skinny jeans (he thought they looked amazing on him, personally) with black high tops and a grey headband across his forehead. He was ready for this… he would defend himself.

                He walked into his first period history class with a purposeful walk, sitting next to Mercedes while she checked out his outfit and gave him a thumbs up.

                “Wow, Kurt,” Santana quipped, catching his attention, “I swear Blaine is making you rebellious. You sure look like it; and you look slightly less gay. I must say, it’s a shame that you’re gay. You and Blaine both.”

                “Santana, you’re gay too…”

                “Well I know that, obviously; Britt’s the love of my life. Doesn’t mean that I can’t appreciate a good man every once in a while.”

                Kurt rolled his eyes and Santana left, walking over to her seat. He turned to Mercedes then, giving her a look of excitement. “Blaine’s coming back today.”

                Mercedes gave him a little clap and a smile. “That’s great, boy! Aren’t you grounded still?”

                Kurt huffed and rested his chin on his hand. “Yeah, I guess so,” he sighed. It’s only a week grounding, but he feels as if it’s so much longer. He’s realized a week can feel like a year depending on the situation. He missed Blaine; the excitement he caused, his amazing hair, his beautiful hazel eyes, his lips… It’s probably about 50% kissing him and 50% everything else that he misses.

                He sat there in class, daydreaming about Blaine. He couldn’t help it. He was brought out of his daze when he felt a vibration in his pocket, telling him he had a text message. He smiled as he opened it; it was a message from Blaine with a single word:

                Courage

                He turned his screen off and put it back in his pocket before he got caught again; he’s already had a detention and he needs a good record to get into Juliard. Once the bell rung, he said a quick goodbye to Mercedes and walked out of the classroom, heading to towards his locker. He opened up the door and put his books inside, pausing for a moment to look back at the text Blaine sent him. I can do this.

                Just then, he felt hands on his back, pushing him with incredible force against the lockers to the left of his. He fell down, turning himself around to see none other than Karofsky walking smugly away from him. He put his cell phone in his pocket, shut his locker, and walked towards the enemy. Karofsky turned into the gym locker room, and when Kurt followed behind him, he took a quick look around to notice that they were alone; everyone else had already gone to their second period class.

                “Hey!” Kurt yelled at Karofsky’s back as he was opening up his gym locker. Kurt was furious at that point; he couldn’t help what came out of his mouth. “I’m talking to you!”

                “What do you want?” Karofsky said, shutting his locker with a loud bang. Kurt marched up to him and stood there, face to face with his opponent. Karofsky backed up a bit.

                “Don’t worry, I won’t molest and convert you.”

                “Oh really?”

                “Yeah. I hate you too much, and you’re not my type!”

                “Is that so.”

                Kurt drew a blank; he had no idea what he was going to say. He should have planned something, but all he could think of were comebacks. It felt good to insult him, so he just kept doing it. “I don’t dig chubby boys who sweat too much.”

                Karofsky was almost as angry as Kurt. He was breathing quickly and heavily. “Don’t push me!”

                “What are you going to do? Punch me?”

                For a moment, it seemed as if he was actually going to do that. He drew his fist back, but instead hit the locker beside Kurt’s face, nearly denting the surface.

                “You can’t punch the gay out of me any more than I could punch this ignorance out of you!”

                Karofsky’s face was red with anger, as Kurt though his was too. He didn’t care though; he hated Karofsky and he wanted him to know it. “Stop it, Hummel.”

                “Go ahead, HIT ME!”

                The world stopped for a moment; Kurt was expecting a jaw breaking punch. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for it. Instead, something completely different happened. He felt Karfosky’s lips on his. His eyes flew open, and Karofsky’s hands cupped his face as he felt him exhale against it. He couldn’t move for a second; he was stunned beyond belief. What the hell was going on?

                He pushed Karofsky away with an astounding force. The adrenaline was coursing through his veins, and his hands hit David’s chest fast. He brought his fingers up to his lips, attempting to figure out what was going on. He felt numb; he was so confused. Before he could back away, Karofsky was on him again, pushing his back against the lockers and attacking his lips. Kurt moaned in horror, but David seemed to take it the wrong way and parted his lips, forcing his tongue into Kurt’s mouth. Kurt was horrified; he tried to push away, but David was too strong. He couldn’t move, but he needed to. When Karofsky pulled away for a brief moment, he took that as an opportunity to punch him. He did – right in the face.

                Karofsky looked into Kurt’s wide eyes with ones even bigger, holding his cheek and wincing in pain. Kurt pushed him away and ran out of the room into the hallway. He found a non-occupied bathroom and hid in there, sliding his back against the wall the sit on the cold tile floor. He didn’t know what to do; he felt like he was going to burst out crying, he wanted to punch Karofsky, and he wanted to just melt into the floor and never come back to McKinley again.

                “Kurt Hummel to the main office, please.”

                He got up slowly, on the verge of tears, and walked down to the office. The secretary gave him an admit slip to leave school, saying that his father was here to pick him up, and he didn’t think twice about taking the paper and leaving. He walked out of the school with a blank expression on his face, attempting to hold everything in. He opened the front doors to see someone waiting for him.

                 Standing across the parking lot was Blaine. He looked amazing; so hot with his trademark leather jacket and ripped navy-blue jeans. And he had the biggest grin on his face. It was the perfect moment for him to be there; Kurt needed him so badly right now.

                Kurt couldn’t take it anymore; he let go. He sat down on the front steps of McKinley High and burst into tears, covering his face with his arms, and pulling his knees towards him. It’s as if he was in shock and Blaine brought him out of it. He didn’t know what to do or what to say or how to act. Out of all people, Karofsky had kissed him; a completely unexpected and unwanted kiss. He couldn’t even imagine what would have happened if he didn’t get free of his hold.

                “Woah, I thought you would be happy to see me,” Blaine joked half-heartedly, running over to Kurt. Kurt didn’t move, he just continued to cry in a ball.

                “Kurt,” Blaine spoke softly, brushing his fingers lightly over Kurt’s bangs; Kurt didn’t even realize that Blaine had touched his hair. In other situations it would have not been permitted. Right now it felt kind of comforting. “Kurt, tell me what happened.”

                Kurt tried to gain composure and brought his head free from his arms for a moment, looking up at Blaine’s caring eyes. What would Blaine think of Kurt now? The whole situation sent another rush of tears through him, making him bury his head in his arms again. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, rubbing his back. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

                “K-Karofsky.”

                “What did he do?” Blaine asked, feeling the anger creep inside of him.

                “I went into, into the locker room t-to confront him. And he – he kissed me.”

                Blaine was about to say something, but then it fully clicked in his brain. “He did WHAT?”

                “He kissed me,” Kurt began. “We were, we were fighting and I t-told him to hit me and he kissed me…”

                What the fuck? Blaine processed this information, not quite sure what to do about the whole situation. “That asshole! What do you want me to do? Do you want me to kick the shit out of him?”

                “No, I can take care of my own, thank you.” Kurt said with wit. He was brought back to emotions at hand and continued to talk. “He just… kissed me. I tried to pull away, Blaine, I did! But he held me there. After a while I got away. But… his tongue was in my mouth and I’m grossed out and I feel terrible and I just –“

                “Kurt, shh….” Blaine attempted to comfort him, rocking him slowly, and kissed his head. “It’s okay. He can’t hurt you. I’m sorry; I told you to confront him, I just didn’t think he’d do that.”

                Kurt brought his head up, exhaled shakily, and turned to Blaine. “I know, it’s not your fault at all. I’ll be okay. I just keep thinking about what would have happened if I didn’t get away, how far he would have gone. But he didn’t… I’ll be fine.”

                Blaine looked at Kurt. He was beautiful; even with tears on his face. Blaine leaned in, kissing both cheeks to rid of them, and Kurt took that opportunity to place his hand on Blaine’s cheek and kiss him on the lips. Blaine sighed into the kiss, then pulled back.

                Kurt sadness hit him again. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t kiss you, I’ve been violated and I feel dirty.”

                “Kurt, don’t be ridiculous. You’re amazing and beautiful and I always want to kiss you, no matter what. Don’t let it affect you.” Blaine reassured, pebbling Kurt’s face with kisses, and then leaning in to kiss Kurt deeply and sweetly. “You’re better than him.”

                “I just feel so weak now.”

                “You’re not, Kurt. You’re so strong. Stronger than me, stronger than Karofsky, stronger than anyone at this school or in Lima.” Kurt was strong; he told his parents and was the only out kid at McKinley. That took courage that Blaine didn’t have, considering he couldn’t tell his parents. “Okay?”

                “Okay.”

                “So, why did this happen? With Karofsky and all.”

                Kurt told him what had happened in the previous years; the bullying, homophobic slurs, all of the jocks hating him, “I was even going to transfer to Dalton last year, but after my dad and my step mom got married, Finn started to help out more. He got the guys in the New Directions to stand up for me, so the bullies backed off for the most part.”

                “Finn?”

                “Yeah, the guy who walked in on us.”

                “Oh…” Blaine would have laughed, but right now wasn’t the best time. “And so Karofsky is the main bully now?”

                “Yeah, he is. Lately it had gotten worse and I had no idea why. I still don’t get it; if he hates me so much then why did he kiss me?”

                “I’m pretty sure he’s gay, and he likes you but he doesn’t know what to do about it.”

                “Seriously?” Kurt asked, frowning with a bit of confusion.

                “Yeah,” Blaine sighed, “Too bad you’re mine.”

                Kurt gave Blaine a tiny smile as Blaine gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “So you came to the school why?”

                “Obviously I wanted to see you,” Blaine answered, winking at Kurt and grinning. “A week seems like forever when I can’t see you.”

                “I totally agree!”

                “Do you want to skip the rest of the day? Actually no, you can’t think about it, just do it.”

                “But what if I get in trouble? What if my parents find out?”

                “Kurt –“

                “What if it goes on my permanent record?!”

                “Kurt! Don’t worry, I told them you were sick and I was your dad coming to pick you up. You won’t get in trouble.”

                “Okay, because detention kind of sucked. Plus, I swear there was gum under that desk and I could barely move; that stuff is nasty and it’s not getting anywhere near my clothes.”

                Blaine laughed. “Come on.” He held out his hand and Kurt took it, and he pulled Kurt into a big hug. Kurt felt as if he was being slightly squished, but he didn’t care. It was comforting to be in Blaine’s arms, and if felt right; he felt happier and warmer and safer. After the hug ended Blaine grabbed his hand again and they began to walk towards his motorcycle. “Have I told you that you look incredibly bad ass and sexy today?”          

                “No you have not.”

                “Well you do,” Blaine stated, kissing Kurt on the cheek and leaning towards him. Kurt blushed.

                Just as they were getting on the motorcycle, they heard the lunch bell ring and the front doors open.

                “Yo Azimio, come to McDonalds for lunch!” the person said behind them. When they looked back, they noticed that it was David Karofsky, looking a little shook up but for the most part still cocky and stupid. Blaine could see a slight red tint on his jaw, and guessed that Kurt had punched him or hit him to defend himself. Good for Kurt! Although Kurt got a good hit in, Blaine hadn’t yet. Blaine placed his helmet on the seat and walked back over to the front steps where he was standing.

                “Hey Blaine did you see – Blaine?” Kurt spoke, startled at Blaine’s disappearance. He looked around then back at the school and saw where he was headed. “Blaine... no! Come back here!”

                But Blaine didn’t listen. Kurt watched him march straight towards Karofsky as he was putting his phone back in his pocket. Once Blaine reached Karofsky, he punched him square in the jaw and watched as he fell to the ground.

                Kurt gasped; he didn’t know Blaine would do that! Maybe just yell at him, but not actually punch him. Blaine crouched down, getting close to Karofsky, and Kurt could barely hear what Blaine had said, but he paid enough attention that he could. If it wasn’t such a terrible situation and day in general, Kurt would have found it quite funny.

                “So listen, I hear you have a little crush on my boyfriend, Kurt. Now, it seems as if you are still in the closet, and I’m not big on outing people, so you don’t have to worry about your secret. However, if you ever touch Kurt again I will open that door, pass the fuzzy pink slippers, Christmas presents, and the clothes you wish you could wear, find you and kick the shit out of you. Got that, Hamhock?”

                If Karofsky had seemed angry with Kurt, he was ten times worse then. He attempted to get up, but Blaine pushed him down again. “Got it?”

                “Whatever,” Karofsky mumbled, and Blaine let him go. He stood up just as Azimio was walking outside, missing the whole event. Karofsky brushed himself off, and Blaine began walking towards the shocked and baffled Kurt Hummel.

                “Stupid pussy,” Karofsky spat at Blaine.

                Blaine turned around again. “Oh, you think I’m a pussy? I guess that’s why you don’t like me!”

                Karofsky’s face was beet red now, and Blaine walked over to Kurt, kissed him fiercely on the lips, and put his helmet on. “Let’s go, Kurt.”

                “You… you just – what? I don’t even –“

                “I’m sure you would have done the same for me.”

                “That was hot!” Kurt spoke before thinking. He squeaked and covered his mouth, his cheeks turning red. He quickly picked himself back up. “But I told you; I can handle it.”

                “Oh that wasn’t for you. That was for me; I don’t want that asshole kissing you. Now come on, I’ll cheer you up. Plus, we won’t see each other until Monday, so I want to spend some quality time with you.”

                “Okay,” Kurt said, turning his head to smile at Blaine. He noticed something then; “You got a new piercing?”

                “Yeah, it’s an industrial. You like?” Blaine grinned.

                “I guess so,” Kurt replied.

                “I had some fun on the trip. I got a little bit tipsy at some points.”

                Kurt rolled his eyes, but laughed as they drove away from the school.