Kurt knew before the results were read that the New Directions had won Regional's. A split second before the results were read Kurt locked eyes with Blaine and saw that he knew too. No matter how well the Warblers did with their numbers, they couldn't compete with a choir that wrote their own songs. While he was elated that he and his friends would be going to New York City, Kurt wished that Blaine were going with him. NYC is just one of those places that you want to experience with someone else and Kurt didn't really see himself wanting to share the future experience with anyone more than his new boyfriend. Someday Kurt would live there, he vowed that to himself. Someday he would make a name for himself, whether it was in theater or fashion.

"Congratulations," Blaine said to Kurt, trying to sound genuine. He was happy for Kurt's win, but obviously bummed out about his loss.

"Thank you," Kurt smiled.

"Celebratory dinner? My treat?"

"I thought I had to buy you dinner because I won."

"I think we can make an exception."

"I'm sorry. I know that was the plan, but I actually can't." Blaine sucked in his bottom lip and furrowed his brows curiously. "Everyone kind of decided that if we won, we'd have a slumber party in the choir room."

Blaine pouted. "If you feel like leaving, don't hesitate to drive to Dalton."

Kurt grinned. "Blaine Anderson, are you asking me to break the rules and lie to my father about where I am?"

"Maybe this one time." Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek. "Have fun tonight. Call me later, okay?"

Kurt glanced around himself before giving Blaine a quick, but warm kiss on the lips. "I will. Please don't wait around for me to walk through your door though. If your friends want to do something with you, go out with them."

Blaine pouted again. "Fine."

"But I will consider coming over tonight. I'd have to work it out with Finn."

"Why Finn?"

"Because he's the one who'll have to keep the secret that I didn't go home, but also didn't go spend the night with you."

"That makes sense."

Kurt heard his name being called out by Mercedes. "I have to go. The bus is going to leave soon." He leaned in and kissed Blaine on the lips again.

Blaine hugged Kurt tightly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek again and watched him scurry away. He sighed and wondered how many times he'd have to watch this scene play out until he'd get to be with Kurt forever.

Later that night, Kurt was playing Connect Four with Zach in the choir room. They decided to forego the movie that most the girls were playing and didn't feel like playing the video games that the guys were either playing or watching. They chatted as they put the checker pieces into the slots and played round after round, not particularly caring who won or how many rounds they played. There was the sense that both of them were bored. Zach asked if Kurt practiced anymore on his new toy and Kurt blushed, saying no, but showed Blaine that he had it and found out that Blaine had toys as well.

"That is so hot."

"Stop. If you start crushing on my man, I will stop being your friend." Kurt smiled and slipped a checker piece into a slot. "I won."

Zach's phone rang and he checked it like he was checking a text message. "Hey I'll be right back. I have to call this person back."

Kurt gave Zach a look that told him he didn't care either way and Zach rushed out of the room into the hallway. Five minutes went by. Ten minutes went by. Kurt was getting even more bored and decided that he had to go to the bathroom. He got up and started to head for the door when Finn stopped him. "Where you are going?" Finn asked.

"Bathroom."

"Would you mind stopping in the locker room for me? In my gym locker, I have a pair of clean gym shorts. I forgot to bring something to sleep in."

"Sure thing, Finn."

"Thanks, bro." Finn clapped Kurt on the shoulder and went back to playing some shoot-em-up game that puck brought for the X-Box game they were all playing.

Finn can remember to bring his X-Box into school for a slumber party, but can't remember to bring something to sleep in? Wow… Kurt thought. He found it odd when he was in the hallway that Zach wasn't out there. He wondered where he went and thought that maybe he'd run into him in the bathroom or on his way in there.

He didn't.

Kurt finished in the bathroom and washed his hands before walking across the hall to the Boys locker room. The way the locker room was set up, there were rows of lockers on one side of the room, and in the back were showers. On the same side at the lockers, on the opposite side of the lockers was Coach Beiste's office and then a VERY long mirror. He assumed it was put there for guys to stare at their muscles while they walked past it. Finn's locker was right near the entrance. Close to where his own was.

He opened it and the second it was open he thought he heard something. It wasn't like a cough, but Kurt's mind registered it that way. He froze and listened to see if it would sound off again. He heard the sound again and decided it wasn't a cough. It was more like a whimper, but it had an odd kind of blown out sound effect to it. Kurt grabbed Finn's shorts, shut the locker quietly, and started to creep to the end row of lockers. He didn't see anything so he kept moving forward. He heard the noise again and it changed to something more like breathing. It was really creepy and Kurt wasn't sure what made him want to find out what the noise was, because he thought that if he was in a scary movie, he would die from doing this very thing.

He saw nothing in the second row of lockers, but continued to hear the noise. He had a clear view of the showers now and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. He made it past the third row and the noise was much louder now. It occurred to him too late what he was hearing when he turned his head toward the mirror and saw down the fifth set of lockers. Karofsky had Zach arched and clenching the lockers for support. The sound was a mixture of both of them moaning softly and grunting.

Kurt's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Dave's red jersey was on, and so was Zach's shirt, but both of their pants were bunched at their ankles, giving the appearance that time was not something that they felt they had. Kurt immediately shut his eyes. He was frozen in place. He wanted to move, he should move. This was not something he should be watching, but something forced his eyes open again.

"Harder," Zach groaned. "Harder." Whatever Dave did, apparently wasn't what Zach thought of as harder and he slammed his ass backward against Dave with enough force to make Dave's feet stumble a little. "Fuck! I said harder."

Kurt's breath caught. I should not be watching this. He thought to himself.

Dave suddenly grasped Zach on his hips with a tight grip. His knuckles went white. He crushed Zach against the lockers and started thrusting faster and with more force, making Zach moan very loudly.

"Uhng! That's better. Keep doing that. Uhng! Oh fuck that feels so good." Kurt thought that Zach was a freak and sounded like he belonged in a porno, but some part of what he was seeing was making him very aware of what was going on in his pants. He swallowed hard and bolted out of the locker room, not caring if he made any noise.

Kurt ran back to the choir room and tossed Finn's shorts at him. "Finn, don't tell anyone, but I have to go."

"What? No. We all agreed to stay."

"Yes, I know, but I really have to go."

"Where?"

"Um… Swear you won't tell Dad."

"You're going to Dalton, aren't you?"

"Yes. Come on, please?"

"You can't be away from him for one night?"

"It's not what you think. Please? I'm so bored here and I already canceled dinner plans with him to be here. I'd cover for you if you ever spent the night with Rachel."

"You would?"

"Of course. Please, Finn?"

Finn thought for a second. "Alright go, but you owe me."

"I definitely owe you. Thanks Finn." No one saw Kurt run to retrieve his over night bag and rush out of the room. He had to pass the locker room again to get to the parking lot. Please don't let me run into either one. Please don't let me run into either one. He chanted in his head. Luckily he didn't and he made it to his car before Zach sent him a text message

Z- Where are you?

K- Left. I have somewhere I need to be.

Z- Somewhere like Blaine's dorm?

K- How'd you know?

Z- Good guess. You suck for leaving me here. ;-P

K- You suck for leaving me to get fucked by Dave.

There was a long pause and Kurt started his car. He made it to the parking lot exit when another text came.

Z- How'd you know?

K- I had to go into the locker room to get Finn shorts… Have you ever thought of a career in pornography. I hear gay porn pays really well.

Z- Are you mad?

K- No! Shocked and probably will never look at you the same, yes. No big. I'm just weirded out right now. Hope you weren't rushing on account of me waiting for you.

Z- Oh well. Maybe I'll call him back and we can take out time.

K- Just because I'm not mad, doesn't mean I want to know. I shouldn't have seen what I did.

Z- How long were you watching?

K- A minute at most. I was frozen in fear. Then I ran away.

Z- You could have joined in ;D I'm sure he wouldn't have mind.

K- I'm all set thanks. I'm driving. I'll call you tomorrow.

Z- Be a good boy with Blaine.

K- Am I ever not?

Z- No, I meant take care of Blaine.

K- What? I still don't get it.

Z- you're such a baby Kurt. I meant, that you should get him to come.

K- Come where?

Z- Down your throat would be a great place to start.

K- OMG! I finally caught on to what you were getting at. I'm going to stop texting you now,

Z- LOL Do it. Then we'll all have gotten some tonight.

K- Good night Zach.

At Dalton, there was a bit of a hush on the drive back to the prep-school. Everyone was okay with the outcome because it was expected once they saw the New Directions perform, but they still wanted to win. Blaine went up to his room and wondered what he should do the rest of the evening. He had planned on spending the evening with Kurt so his room was clean and his homework was done. He started undressing out of his uniform to change into more comfortable clothes when he decided to take a shower instead.

He took his time in the shower, lagging underneath the hot water and letting his thoughts come and go. An hour later, he was walking down the hallway back to his room in nothing but an almost too short robe and flip flops. He was attempting to towel dry his hair while he walked. He stopped walking when he saw Derek sitting on the floor next to his door. Derek stood up once he saw Blaine coming.

"Hi, Blaine," Derek greeting, looking like an ashamed puppy.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm waiting for you."

"Why?"

"Can we talk?"

"What is there to talk about?"

"I want to apologize. I haven't been the nicest person-"

"-you haven't been nice at all."

"Yes. I know."

"Kurt didn't even remotely deserve what you said to him."

"Can we please go inside and talk?"

There was a silence and Derek's eyes were pleading. On the soul memory of Blaine acting like an asshole when he dismissed Derek, he felt he owed something to Derek. "Fine." Blaine walked in his room and tossed his towel in the hamper. He went over to his dresser and took out a pair of boxers. He put them on without removing his robe. Derek may have seen Blaine naked plenty, but that didn't make it okay to be naked in front of him now. Then he took out a pair of plaid pajama pants and stepped into them. It wasn't until he had the pants on that he took the robe off. He put on deodorant and a tank top before turning around. Derek had been watching him the whole time. Blaine was suddenly glad he dressed with his robe on.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"I wanted to apologize for how I've been acting. What I said to you when you- well, when you made it clear that we weren't going to be together, it was mean and I was upset, but I still shouldn't have said any of it. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for what I said to Kurt. He was innocent in all this and I was jealous. I'm still jealous."

"I should apologize for how I treated you that night too. I could have and should have been nicer when letting your down. I don't know why I acted that way. You didn't deserve it."

"Apology accepted." Neither boy was smiling. It was an awkward moment. "S-so how is Kurt?" Derek asked.

"He's great. His show choir just won a trip to National's in New York."

Derek smiled like is was something he should have known Blaine would say. "Oh yeah. You two aren't celebrating?"

"He's celebrating with his choir."

"I see."

"Why all the questions about Kurt?"

"I'm curious. He and I used to be friends, you know."

"Until you weren't."

"I'm trying to make this better, Blaine."

"What's to make better? You kind of tortured my mentally towards the end of our relationship and then did everything but actually call my boyfriend a slut. Apologizing is nice and I accept your apology, but I don't see us being friends."

"Why not?"

"Because you said that my boyfriend must be amazing at sucking cock to make all the boys like him. He'd been nothing, but nice to you and you went after him. Was that supposed to win me back?"

"I don't know why I did that. I'm sorry, Blaine."

Blaine sighed. "I'm sorry too because you and I had something great until you ruined it, but in a way that was a good thing because now I have something better. Look, I don't see us accomplishing anything tonight, so maybe you should just go and we'll catch up some other time." Blaine started heading for the door to escort Derek out, but before he reached the door, Derek seized Blaine and spun him around.

"Please don't kick me out. I still love you. I'm so sorry for what I did. For everything I did. I just- I just want you so bad. I want you back. I'll do anything. Please take me back."

"Derek stop. Let me go."

"Make love to me one last time. Just this one time. I'll do everything you like and make you feel better than anyone else can. I just want to feel some part of you inside me or some part of my inside you." Derek was grasping at Blaine and franticly pawing at him.

"Stop. Derek stop."

"Please? I love you. Let me love you. I can show you how perfect we can be again." Derek started leaning in and trying to kiss Blaine.

Blaine kept leaning back, still in the grips of Derek, and turning his head in attempts to deflect a kiss that he most certainly did not want. "Derek! Stop! I said no! Get off!"

Blaine's door swung open and Kurt was standing in the doorway. "Derek! Get. Your hands. OFF. MY MAN!"

"I- I'm sorry. I just-" Derek ran from the room, avoiding eye contact with both boys.

Kurt looked wide eyed and shut the door. He went to Blaine and held his shoulders being careful not to be too tight. He found Blaine's eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Thank you for walking in. I didn't know what else to do, but deflect. I didn't want to hit him to get him off."

"You're too nice."

"Not to him I'm not."

"Come here." Kurt pulled Blaine to him and held him tight, kissing his temple.

"So you decided to come?"

"Yes. Looks like I got here in the nick of time. What was he doing in here?"

"He was waiting for me when I got out of the shower and wanted to talk. I felt bad so I let him in."

"I hope it was okay that I didn't knock. I could hear you outside the door yelling Stop. So, I just came in."

Blaine pulled away and kissed Kurt warmly on the lips. "You never need to knock."

"I am not having much luck with walking in on people today." Kurt kissed Blaine one more time before they sat down on Blaine's bed.

"You walked in on someone else? When?"

"Right before I left. It's actually the reason I left there. I walked in on Dave having sex with Zach in the locker room."

"Oh my God! When did they start having sex?"

"The beginning of the week. I thought it was a one time thing, but obviously not."

"What did you do?"

"I saw it, froze for about a minute while I registered what I was actually looking at, and then ran away. You sure you're okay? Derek was pretty adamant."

"I'm fine. He wasn't as forceful as it looked. It was more begging than anything."

"Okay. If you say so."

"I'm just glad you're here." Blaine pulled Kurt back to him and held him close. "So I really have you for the night? You and me?"

"Yep." Kurt's smiled stretched from ear to ear. "I'm all yours." He kissed him softly. "Completely." Kiss. "One hundred percent." Kiss. "Yours." Kiss.

"Mmm," Blaine murmured with a smile into a deep kiss that was wet and tender. He touched his tongue to Kurt's and slowly started to lower him down to the bed.