Obviously Blaine had, because Blaine steered clear across the parking lot, right to where Kurt was. He pulled into the spot next to Kurt and got out of his car. Smiling, he pulled Kurt into a hug. "Hey, sorry I'm late. I haven't been to McKinley before."

Kurt returned the hug, leaning his head on Blaine's shoulder. "Not a problem, we were early, anyway."

Blaine ran one hand up and down Kurt's back a couple of times. "Wow, how have we not hugged yet?"

Kurt laughed, a deep rumbling laugh that shook his whole body. "No idea." He really didn't have any idea, because hugging Blaine felt amazing. He didn't want to let go. Blaine's arms were so strong and sure, he felt so…safe in the embrace.

"Okay, so how bad of an onslaught am I facing here?" Blaine asked, reluctantly leaning back out of the embrace.

Kurt dropped his arms, and started heading towards the entrance of the football field. "Uh, well. Once everyone heard you were coming, they decided it'd be a good idea to show some school pride," he said, ducking his head and blushing.

"Oh boy," Blaine laughed. He reached out and grabbed Kurt's hand. Once he looked up, his eyes widened. "Uh, Kurt there's a cheerleader running at you."

Kurt glanced up at what Blaine was looking at and dropped Blaine's hand, the smile that was already on his face got bigger. "Brit!" he called, holding out his arms.

Brittany squealed and launched herself into Kurt's arms, jumping up and wrapping her legs around Kurt's waist. "Kurt, you came!" She snuggled her head into Kurt's neck.

Kurt laughed and pretended to stagger from the force of the impact. "Well hello to you too, Brit," he looked over at Blaine, who was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "We're very close," he explained.

"Let me guess, long story?"

Kurt nodded and tapped Brittany's hip. "Brit, you can let go, now. You have to say hi to Blaine." He winced when she flung her head around and her ponytail hit him in the face. "Geeze, Brit. Watch it."

"Sorry!" Brittany said, hopping back down on the ground. She turned to Blaine and held out her hand. "So, I'm Brittany and if you hurt my Kurt here, my cat knows kung fu."

"Your, what?" Blaine coughed, looking at Kurt.

Kurt laughed. "Just go with it, Blaine. Brit, you better head back in. I'll see you after the game."

Brittany leaned over and kissed Kurt's cheek before running back in through the gate. Kurt just smiled and followed in that direction, motioning for Blaine to follow him.

"Am I going to get a lot of threats like that from your friends?" Blaine asked, as he paid for their tickets.

"Oh, probably," Kurt said and froze when Blaine grasped his hand. "Uh, Blaine. McKinley's not exactly the most friendly place to be doing—" he cut himself off when his phone buzzed in his pocket. "Hang on," he said, dropping Blaine's hand and pulling his phone out.

911. Need you. Locker room.

Kurt sighed and rubbed his forehead. He glanced over to where he could see most of the McKinley football team already out on the field, so at least the locker room would be empty. He bit his lip and looked up at Blaine. "Finn is having some sort of disaster, I have to go help him really quick."

"Oh," Blaine said, looking around. "Do you want me to—" he cut off, unsure.

Kurt knew he couldn't send him to sit with his parents, seeing as they hadn't even met yet. "Come with me, it'll be fine. He's probably just nervous or something. He gets like that sometimes."

"Okay," Blaine said, following Kurt to the locker room entrance. "I'll wait out here, I guess."

"No!" Kurt said quickly. "No, just…just come in. It'll be fine. If I see Coach I'll explain. I don't want you to run into Karofsky or Azimio." He pulled Blaine into the locker room with him, his heart beating faster at just the thought of Karofsky or Azimio seeing Blaine. He really, really hoped neither of them were still in the locker room because that would just be terrible. "Finn?" he called. He heard a sniffle and he made his way to the back corner of the locker room, where Finn was leaning up against the lockers in the corner. "Finn, what happened?"

Finn opened his eyes and rubbed his face. "Oh, you brought him with you?"

Blaine took a step back and turned away. "I'll just give you guys a minute."

Kurt backed up and touched Blaine's hand. "Just give me a minute with him. Stay here, okay? Don't leave the locker room," he knew he sounded a bit pleading, but he really didn't care. He relaxed a little when Blaine nodded and went over to sit on a nearby bench. Kurt moved to crouch in front of Finn, reaching up to brush away a few stray tears. "Finn, tell me what's wrong."

Finn took a deep, shuddering breath. "R-Rachel. She, she just told me that she made out with Jesse. It was never Puck, man. And, it was before Sectionals, she was just waiting to tell me so I wouldn't screw it up. She's been lying to me this whole time!"

"Hey," Kurt said softly, and pulled Finn into a hug, "I can't believe she'd do this right before a game, but she had to tell you, it wasn't fair to either of you for her to continue to keep it a secret. The team still needs you, quarterback. Can you pull yourself together to get out there and focus?"

Finn sighed against Kurt's shoulder and nodded. "I may need your help," he mumbled.

Kurt laughed and pushed Finn back a little. "No, absolutely not. You know the rules. That's cheating." He rested his hand on Finn's knee, pushing himself up. "Now, c'mon, you're going to be late."

"Fine," Finn groaned, grabbing his helmet that was on the floor beside him. He looked past Kurt. "Nice to meet you, Blaine. I promise, I'm not disaster like this normally. I'll see you after the game."

Blaine stood up and walked over to Kurt and Finn. "Good luck." He watched Finn run out of the locker room. "He going to be okay?" he asked Kurt.

"Yeah," Kurt sighed. "Girl problems."

"Ah," Blaine nodded. "You two seem close."

Kurt nodded. "We are. Never used to be, but ever since our parents got married last year, he's been pretty awesome." He motioned towards the door. "Ready to go watch the game?"

"Wow," Blaine's eyes widened, "you've only been step brothers for a year?"

"Yeah," Kurt said, smiling. "That's uh, well. I'm going to sound like a broken record here, but that's another long story."

"One of these days," Blaine said, eyes twinkling. "So who are Karofsky and Azimio and why did you not want me to run into them?" Blaine asked as they exited the locker room.

"Let's just say they're a big part of why I'm at Dalton," Kurt started, heading towards the bleachers. He turned when he realized Blaine wasn't following him. "What?" he asked.

Blaine's eyes softened and he reached out to grab Kurt's hand. "Kurt, I've had my fair share of bullies, too. But, we've got each other, now. Let's go find your dad and step mom."

Kurt let his fingers intertwine with Blaine's and he had to bite his lip to force his smile from splitting his face wide open. Blaine just made him ridiculously happy. He glanced up in the stands and saw his dad immediately. "C'mon, there they are." He led Blaine up the stairs and introduced Blaine to Carole. He had barely sat down before he had two hands covering his eyes.

"Kurt!"

He laughed, bringing the hands down from his eyes and pulling the arms those hands belonged to down into an awkward hug. "Hey Tina."

"So, this is Blaine?" she whispered into his ear.

"Yes," Kurt laughed, rolling his eyes. "This is Blaine. Blaine," he said, looking over at Blaine, "the monkey on my back is Tina. Tina, this is Blaine."

Blaine extended his hand and shook Tina's. "Nice to meet you."

Kurt twisted his head to look at Tina. "So, where is everyone else?"

Tina leaned back and rested her hands on Kurt's shoulders. "Mercedes went down to get snacks, Rachel showed up but left, and Artie couldn't make it tonight."

Kurt huffed and nodded. "Yeah, well. I'm glad Rachel went back home. Not sure I could be in her general vicinity right now." He smiled when Blaine gave his leg a comforting squeeze. He glanced over towards his dad, thankful that Carole seemed to be keeping him engaged in conversation.

"So, Blaine," Tina started.

"Oh no," Kurt interrupted, holding up his hand. "No interrogation, Tina. Leave Blaine alone." Kurt looked up and saw Finn walking out on the field. "Besides, they're just about to do the coin toss."

"I haven't been to a high school football game in ages," Blaine said, leaning into Kurt a little.

Kurt grinned and rested his hand on top of Blaine's. He looked down at the field and saw that the opposing team had control of the ball, first. "Careful," he warned Blaine when he heard his name being yelled. He stood up and greeted Mercedes. "Be nice, Mercedes."

Blaine stood and smiled. "Hey, Mercedes. Kurt's told me all about you."

Mercedes smiled and looked Blaine up and down. "Damn, boy. Kurt, you weren't lying when you said he was hot."

"Oh my god, Mercedes," Kurt said, covering his face with his hand, blushing. He turned away from Blaine and shook his head. "I'm just going to go die, now."

Blaine laughed and turned Kurt back around. "Oh, stop it," he leaned in and whispered in Kurt's ear, "I think you're pretty hot too."

That made Kurt blush even harder and his heart started pounding. His eyes darted down to the field and the quarterback may or may not have fumbled the snap just then. He saw Finn jump up from his seat on the bench and look for him in stands. He just looked back at Mercedes and sighed. "I'm never telling you anything, ever again. Go sit next to Tina."

Blaine rolled his eyes and grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him back down into his seat. "You can think your boyfriend is hot, Kurt. It's fine. Let's watch the game."

Kurt felt something hit him in the back of his head and quick turned around, glaring at Mercedes and Tina. "Quit it, you two."

Tina giggled and held up her hands. "I didn't do anything!"

Mercedes leaned in, so just both Blaine and Kurt could hear her. "You two are super cute, by the way."

Blaine turned and grinned. "Thanks!"

Kurt groaned and turned back around, facing the field. "They're impossible."

"Aw, it's nice to have friends that love you," Blaine said, nudging Kurt's shoulder softly. "Finn's up," he said, gesturing at the field.

Carole clapped excitedly, cheering Finn's name. Burt looked over at Kurt, eyebrow raised. "What's up with Finn? He doesn't look like he has as much energy as normal."

Kurt glanced at Blaine and then back over at his dad, shrugging. "It's not really my place to tell you, Dad, I don't think."

Burt nodded. "Well, let's hope he has a good game, anyway," giving Kurt a look that Kurt knew meant a normal game.

Kurt scoffed. "Dad, he will," and he shifted his body so he was facing more towards Blaine again. He certainly wasn't going to mention anything about the possible fumble earlier. That was definitely Blaine's fault.

Kurt sat through the rest of the game, amused at just how much Blaine seemed to enjoy football. In the end, McKinley had won by three points. Finn had definitely been distracted, but had thrown a fairly decent game, anyway.

Kurt hadn't helped, at all.