Shut up, Angel.

No, really. I am truly honored that you have FINALLY text me after leaving Boston. Really nice of you to think of me, Blaine.

Shut up and listen.

Rawr. Nasty Blaine.

Ugh. Do you want me to block your number?

 Fine, fine. I'm listening.Well...reading.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Always the joker.

Anyways, it's Kurt.

Aw, cutie from Lima!

Yes, yes. He came to Dalton the other day, not knowing I was there. It was like fate. We're on our way to confront the bully that kissed him right now.

Woah there, that's awesome. Just don't dig yourself in too deep, okay? I don't want to see you hurt by him again.

Thanks Angel. Love you. GTG, wish me luck!

Good luck, Miss you! <3

Blaine shut his phone and followed Kurt. Once Kurt had pointed Dave out, Blaine went after him, not to hurt him, but so they could speak. Karofsky was offended and shoved Blaine into a wall. Kurt couldn't protect Blaine, it was too difficult. Blaine's still sore body ached, but he stayed strong and helped Kurt from his frozen position on the step.

"Come on, I'll buy you lunch."

"Blaine, we should talk about what happened, you know." The boys had skipped lunch and gone for coffee and a cinnamon bun instead.

Blaine tore a bit off of his cinnamon bun and popped it in his mouth to stall a bit.

"I know this is hard for you, I know. But I will take that roll away." Kurt gave Blaine a fierce glare and pointed a finger jokingly.

"You're turning into Coop." Blaine laughed.

"Don't avoid the subject, Blaine, seriously." Kurt was getting tired of Blaine joking around the rape. Even though it was hard, Blaine had to talk.

"Sorry, Kurt, this just... isn't something I want to discuss in a coffee shop." Blaine looked around like it was the most obvious thing.

"Wow," Kurt slapped his head to his forehead. "I'm an idiot, sorry. You shouldn't apologize, it's my fault."

"Hey, it's okay," Blaine lifted Kurt's chin and they both smiled. Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's gently and Kurt pulled away, whispering, "Let's go to your dorm and talk," in his ear.

Blaine chuckled and pulled Kurt's hand. They threw their coffees out quickly, even though they weren't gone yet.

They drove until they got to Blaine's and ran upstairs, trying not to look too determined. The door to Blaine's room was barely locked before Kurt was kissing him intensely. Blaine backed Kurt into a wall, but then his mind went into a flashback of when he was in Kurt's position.

"Are you okay with this?"

"Of course," Kurt kissed Blaine's neck, out of breath.

"Do you want to..." His voice trailed off.

"Fuck. Yes. But only if you're comfortable."

"I think I'm fine," Blaine chuckled and started removing Kurt's tight pants. There was a bulge in his pale blue boxers that said Kurt was just as hard as Blaine. Kurt slipped off Blaine's uniform pants, which just required unzipping. They tore their shirts off, ripping Kurt's and stretching Blaine's, but they were on the bed, palming each other's erections through their boxers. "I'm gonna come and we haven't even started yet, you're so fucking hot Kurt." The sight of Kurt's ceramic colored skin was enough to make Blaine melt.

Kurt whimpered when Blaine went for his boxers. Kurt waited for Blaine, not wanting to scare him.

"Kurt, you can take mine off, too. It's easier for you, I'm standing over you." Blaine smiled.

"Sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"It's fine... Can we just, not actually... do anything? I just want to lay here and look at you, kiss you, touch you. I don't want to... I'm not ready." Blaine rubbed the back of his neck nervously, this was a total turn off.

"Of course, Blaine," Kurt gave a reassuring smile. "Only when you're ready. To be honest, I'm not really ready either." He slid off Blaine's boxers and pulled Blaine down onto him. Their erections touched, sending sparks through their bodies.

"Oh god, Kurt," Blaine gripped Kurt's hair as he came. Kurt followed him, pulling Blaine down onto him. Blaine slid over and lay next to Kurt.

"Thank you, Kurt," He looked over and smiled at Kurt.

"For what?" He laughed a little.

"For being positively wonderful," Blaine tapped Kurt's nose and kissed him gently.

"Thank you, you're wonderful too, but," Kurt threw off the sheet, "We have to clean up."

"Do we?"

"I have to go home, Blaine." Blaine made a pouty face and Kurt imitated him. "Sorry, no convincing me otherwise, Mr. Puppy."

Blaine whimpered and got up to shower. Kurt followed soon after, "borrowing" some of Blaine's clothes to go home.

"I really missed you, Kurt."

"I missed you too, Blaine," He smiled as he pushed the door open and walked out. The night air chilled him, especially after the warm body that was cuddled against him. He smiled down at Blaine's "Dalton Warblers" hoodie and "Fight Club" sweatpants.

Yup, he knew what he was wearing to school the next day.

-

"What are you doing, cheating, Kurt?" Santana smiled that snobby smile of hers. Kurt just rolled his eyes.

"Oh, shut up."

"Kurt, is something wrong?" Mr. Schue had a genuine look of concern on his face. "You're dressed so..."

"Just a friend of mine's and it made me feel comfortable. Don't worry, no cheating, nothing's wrong," He smiled his biggest smile and for once it was real.

Rachel sat next to him, "Blaine?!" She whispered eagerly.

He nodded with a grin on his face.

Blaine's day went the same way, as he'd worn Kurt's tight jeans instead of his uniform pants.

But the smile wouldn't fade.