Chapter 4

Kurt checked the time on his cell phone to see that there was about ten minutes left in the period. There was no doubt that seventh period was one of his favorite classes—French was a breeze for him and he shared the period with a few of his friends. But since he and Blaine announced they were together, Kurt hadn't really been excited for anything that involved him having to see the judgmental members of glee club. This class was no exception.

The minutes always passed by slowly, too—at least since he stopped talking to Rachel who sat directly behind him. It was the period before the last, and so close to the end of the day, but all Kurt could think about was the fact that his best friend's eyes were boring through the back of his head, and it would still be another hour before he could leave.

Every once in a while, Kurt would reach to his phone with the intent to text Blaine, but he remembered how he'd get on the bad boy for not paying attention during class in the first place, and that Blaine said he would try. Sending mixed messages like that would only enable Blaine to slack off in class like he usually did.

By the time their teacher was going over her weekly review of what was learned, a folded piece of paper was being tossed on Kurt's desk by the person behind him. He rolled his eyes, wanting to ignore her but also wanting to see what Rachel could possibly have to say for herself. It had to be good after all the nonsense she put him through over the last few weeks.

After unfolding the note, Kurt read each word carefully before rolling his eyes.

Kurt. We seriously need to talk. This whole thing is really insane. –R

The boy crumpled the paper and directed his eyes and ears back to the teacher. Yeah, it was insane. It was completely stupid and could've been avoided completely. But this was the point they were at, because after all these weeks Rachel and Finn were still casting Blaine dirty looks instead of trying to see things from Kurt's point of view.

Rachel huffed in annoyance after her best friend crumpled the note. She couldn't understand why he was being so stubborn, and she hated that Blaine was taking him away from all the things he enjoyed, like glee club and spending time with his true friends. If he was such a good boyfriend Kurt wouldn't only have to spend time with him, but would have the freedom to see his friends too. She ripped a page out of her notebook again and began to scribble, folding the note and tossing it ahead to Kurt's desk once more.

You can't still be upset. Finn and I, we're just looking out for your best interests. –R

Kurt appeared to laugh this time before crumpling the paper again and shaking his head. The girl rolled her eyes. This was ridiculous. Maybe Finn was right. Filling Burt in would've been a good idea because talking to Kurt wasn't working at all. But now Burt and Carole were preparing to leave on vacation and it wouldn't be nice to break this sort of news when they're so excited for their trip. She pulled out another sheet and tried once more.

We need you back in glee, Kurt. Nationals are a month and a half away and we need your voice. –R

The bell rang and Kurt stood up, grabbing his bag and leaving the papers there on his desk. It figures all of this was because she wanted him back in glee to support all her lead vocals. It was amazing how self centered some people could be.

Rachel frowned as she watched him go, getting up herself and carrying the papers to the trash can. She decided to talk to him later, maybe with a few other people, to show him how crazy he was being. Blaine Anderson was not worth it.

Kurt found Blaine leaning against the wall outside his classroom, clad in his leather jacket; a super fitted white Henley, and grey jeans, sucking on a lollipop. Kurt's seemingly fixed frowned changed into a warm smile. Seeing his boyfriend always seemed to do that.

"Don't tell me you skipped class, Blaine."

Blaine held his skateboard with one hand and reached out to take his boyfriend's hand with the other. "I got out early."

He smiled as Kurt looked at him suspiciously before rolling his hazel eyes away, mocking offense. Kurt never believed him.

The coiffed teen faced front and walked the halls of McKinley hand in hand with his boyfriend, something he believed he'd never be able to do. Not in high school. But it was happening, and he wasn't even getting any shit from people like he would before having Blaine on his arm. "So what's with the lollipop?"

Blaine handed his skateboard to Kurt and the teen took it with a quirked eyebrow. The bad boy pulled the candy out his mouth and responded.

"Trying to quit cold turkey is a bitch so I try to grab one every time I want to smoke. Want one?" he placed the candy in his mouth again before pulling out a cherry flavored one from his jacket pocket. Kurt smiled as Blaine released his hand so that he could accept it.

"Thanks, baby."

Blaine nodded. "So it's my last day of detention you know."

"I know," Kurt said with a grin, "and if you somehow find a way to land yourself in more trouble, I will be so angry with you, Blaine. That's just something to think about."

Blaine smirked, moving the candy around in his mouth. "So I can drop you home after glee if you want."

"I'm not going."

Kurt continued to walk, looking straight ahead. He continued to carry Blaine's skateboard as they held each other's hands tightly. The curly haired teen was quiet as he watched Kurt. The boy was acting as if he wasn't affected by anything going on, but Blaine could tell. He was happy to be a distraction while they were alone but he knew once Kurt went home, or once he left Kurt's, the beautiful boy went right back to thinking about how things seemingly fell apart. Blaine didn't like it at all. He wanted his boyfriend to be happy. They'd have to talk about it later.

"Okay."

They eventually reached Kurt's class and Blaine accepted his skateboard back from Kurt who happened to see 1-15 written on the bottom of it in black sharpie, leaning in to peck his boyfriend on the cheek. "See you later, beautiful."

"Bye, babe. Go to class."

Blaine smiled and nodded, watching Kurt enter the classroom as he licked his lips. He got a good view of his ass walking away so he could fantasize appropriately in his last period history class.

Turning away, the bad boy rode his skateboard several feet before rolling his eyes as he saw a couple of Kurt's loser friends—the wheelchair kid and blondie, joking and laughing by their lockers. It was a shame because they didn't even realize they were moments away from getting red iced drinks tossed in their faces. That was another thing Blaine didn't understand about this school. How did slushy-ing someone make you a tough guy? That seemed like something a bunch of lame posers would do just to create the illusion that they were the bad guys on campus, mainly because they were to pussy to do things that real bad guys did.

Blaine thought about riding past the two, but eventually came to terms with the fact that Kurt would want him to do something if he was there.

Even if he was still mad at his friends.

Blaine sucked his teeth before slowing his pace, deciding to interfere.

Karofsky, Azimio, and a few other letterman jacket wearing guys stopped in front of the two with wide, patronizing smiles. Wheelchair kid dropped his head in defeat as blondie seemed to bite back, as if she was past annoyed with what was happening.

"We thought we'd try a little raspberry today. See how you two losers liked it."

Blaine kicked the skateboard up into his hands as he walked up to the group, handing wheelchair kid his lollipop. Artie looked up at him stunned but quickly took it as Quinn stepped back, letting Blaine stand in between her and the jocks. The bad boy looked Karofsky up and down, not caring about the height difference at all, before giving him a clear, thorough warning.

"Walk away."

Karofsky could honestly say he was not expecting anyone to stick up for the glee losers he always tormented, especially not Blaine Anderson. Neither had his friends, apparently, because Azimio and the others were taking a few steps back as they looked between each other. Karofsky decided he did not want to get embarrassed in front of his team and the other students who were slowing down to watch the scene, so he didn't back down.

"This doesn't concern you, Anderson."

Artie and Quinn stood frozen, hoping that Blaine wasn't about to get in a fight over this. It really wouldn't be worth it. Blaine took a look at the group of boys behind Karofsky and saw that they were all equally intimidated, which they should be, honestly. He gripped his skateboard tightly as he looked back up to the towering junior.

"Walk the fuck away." The bad boy repeated.

"I'm sorry," Karofsky smiled down to the much shorter teen, determined to make Blaine out to be the fraud he was. There was no way this kid should have the reputation he did after walking around the school with Hummel all the time, kissing and holding hands. People that behaved that way got owned at this school. "Am I supposed to be afraid of the gay rebel? Because I'm not. You're just another loser walking these halls that is full of shit."

"I think you should be very afraid." Blaine moved closer to him. "But it's up to you. Now I told you to walk away two different times. Don't do what I say and you'll get a very elicit answer to that question."

"Let's go," Azimio said, grabbing at his friend's arm. He could see the serious look on Blaine's face and that was a look he wanted no part of. "This guy is crazy, man."

Karofsky jerked away from his friend's touch and looked directly into the hazel eyes staring straight up at him. There was no way he wanted to be embarrassed by this guy. "I think I'll put this slushy in your face instead, Anderson—"

Blaine's arm moved up quickly to smack the large cup towards Karofsky, knocking it all over the jock's body. Everyone in the hall gasped, including some of Karofsky's friend's as they backed away even further. The towering Titan had ice all over himself as he looked down at his body in disbelief.

"Walk. Away."

Karofsky looked down at his ruined coat and punched the locker with a loud thud. Not only had his friends behaved like total punks, but he just got shown up by the one guy who needed to be shown up himself. And now Coach Beiste was going to kill him for yet another letterman jacket ruined at the hands of this guy. "This isn't over, fairy!"

Blaine put his middle finger high in the air for the group of boys to see, smirking at Karofsky and Azimio's angered faces before turning around to grab his lollipop back. "Thanks."

Quinn and Artie shared a look as Blaine skated off in the opposite direction. He nodded, and she did as well before they were moving to follow him.

"Wait!"

Blaine rolled his eyes at her voice as he continued down the hallway, but Quinn finally caught up, trailed closely by Artie when traffic blocked his path. Because everyone was trying to watch the scene play out between Blaine and the football players, the halls were now backed up as everyone rushed to class. He had to get off his skateboard and walk as well, something the deans would love to see.

"Wait up!"

Blaine turned to look at them but shook his head no, continuing his journey. The last thing he wanted was to get attached to any more people at this school. Kurt was his only exception because he knew he needed the boy from the first glance. The rest of these people, not so much. He could be kicked out at any moment and that would just be even more hurt.

"We just wanted to say thank you, Blaine." blondie said as she walked beside him, though the boy was doing an excellent job of paying her no mind. "That asshole deserved that and so much more." He nodded as an answer, hoping that would be the end of it, but the girl continued.

"Are you coming to the party next weekend at Kurt and Finn's? Some of us would like to get to know you."

Blaine rolled his eyes, sucking on his lollipop and shook his head no, still not speaking.

"It's just that you are special to Kurt so you mean something to us as well."

"And we know you're a good guy," Artie added, "what you did for us back there is a testament to that. Plus, you keep Kurt happy and he feels safe. We don't want things to be like this. Kurt has been a part of glee since the very beginning."

Blaine took a deep breath when he realized these people wouldn't leave him alone, pulling the candy out his mouth. "I don't party. Crowds don't do it for me. Thanks though."

"Okay," Artie answered, turning to look at Quinn. She shrugged before stopping in the middle of the hallway, watching Blaine enter the staircase at the end of the hall.

"Let's go to class."

….

Mr. Schuester walked into glee club with a long face after looking around the room and seeing Kurt still hadn't shown up. There were only 11 defeated looking students staring back at him, waiting for the class to be started. Most of them were casting angry glares in the direction of the club's power couple, and Mr. Schue knew they weren't going to win any competition with the tension this high. Placing his over the bag shoulder down, Mr. Schue walked to the center of the room and addressed his club.

"Okay guys. This needs to stop. We will get absolutely nowhere with everyone looking like they'd rather be elsewhere. You do realize this is Nationals approaching, right? The crème de la crème! The big shebang, people. A once in a lifetime opportunity for some show choirs! Do any of you expect to win with the attitudes I'm seeing right now?"

"What do you mean win?" Sam asked, staring around at his peers. "We can't even officially qualify without a twelfth person. Kurt wants no part of this, and finding a brand new person and catching them up to speed is damn near impossible. I don't see a point."

"This is all man boobs and man hands fault, anyway," Santana interjected, turning to glare at Finn and Rachel. "We'd have Kurt here and he'd be happy if they didn't have to be such assholes."

"And what are you guys going to say when Blaine hurts him?" said Finn, standing up from his front row seat and facing his peers. His friends all rolled their eyes. "You're going to wish you didn't just accept whatever guy walked into Kurt's life and actually talked some sense into him."

"I've had enough," Quinn said with a smile from her third row chair. "It's funny how you are always trying to be the savior but constantly make things worse, Finn. Slow down and just open your eyes. Everything isn't what it seems at first glance." Artie nodded from his spot, agreeing completely.

Rachel looked between the two of them before glancing up at her boyfriend. Finn cast a curious glance her way as well before they both turned to Quinn. "What are you talking about?" Rachel questioned.

"Kurt doesn't want to come back to glee club because you guys are behaving irrationally. You think Blaine is the bad guy here, but I think you two are the ones who need to take a look at yourselves."

Artie spoke up now, after listening to what Quinn had to say. "You know, guys, Blaine may have a less than perfect reputation, but so do the rest of us. He actually saved me and Quinn from getting raspberry slushies in our faces earlier. He didn't have to, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't give a crap about any of us, but he walked up to Karofsky and stood up for us, telling him to leave Quinn and I alone. The slushy ended up all over Karofsky instead when he didn't listen. Now if Blaine's such a bad guy, why don't we see him running around hurting people like they do? All he ever does is stay to himself, or stay with Kurt. No one here has been victimized by him."

Finn stood in front of the class stone quiet, taking in everything his friends were telling him. Rachel began looking down at her folded hands.

"All of that is completely true, Artie," Mercedes added. Mr. Schue leant against the piano as his students talked it out, praying that after all of this, they'd be alright. "Now we know that Kurt never wanted things to turn out this way. He loves glee club and he just wanted us to be happy for him. I think we should do that."

Everyone nodded. Finn's face looked expressionless as he retook his seat, staring up at the director. Mr. Schue took a deep breath and stood up straight.

"Okay. We're going to apologize to Kurt and have him back where he belongs. But first, we need to complete our assignments for the week. Who's first?"

….

Kurt sat on the edge of the boxing ring, watching as his boyfriend counted past 200 as he jumped rope, not slowing down in the slightest. His blue eyes travelled the length of Blaine's body, admiring the tight black wife-beater he wore and his nicely fitted sweats that hugged his ass perfectly. Kurt had to undo his scarf as he watched because suddenly it was getting hotter.

He sat quietly, thinking about how he'd probably be wrapping up at glee right now had everything turned out the way he wanted it to. Not that he minded watching Blaine sweat in the slightest, he just missed how things were before his friends decided to show their true colors.

Sure it wasn't all of his friends, but Kurt found it easier to classify them as a group.

He watched as Blaine went over to the speed bag, putting on his boxing gloves and rapping away at it. Kurt shook his head, feeling sorry for anyone who ever had to fight Blaine because he looked like he was born for this. Just the look on his face alone as he sparred made people intimated. The teen looked as if he could start amateur fighting and work his way up the ranks in no time, though Kurt would never let that happen. Blaine could do it as stress relief but there was no way he'd let his boyfriend start a career in boxing.

"Why don't you work out with me?" Blaine called out curiously, still causally knocking around the speed bag. It snapped back in rapid succession as the dark haired teen continued his even punches.

Kurt leant his head back against the ropes of the ring and shrugged. "I'm not feeling it today."

"No?" Blaine questioned, turning around to read his boyfriend's face.

Kurt was staring up at the blue ceiling. "Nope."

The punching sounds ceased completely. Blaine took a deep breath as he pulled the gloves off and walked over to the boxing ring. "We need to talk, Kurt."

His blue eyed boyfriend gave him a wary look. "Is everything okay?"

"You're not happy."

Kurt looked at him strangely as he tried to determine what this was about. Blaine watched his face carefully as he continued.

"You miss them. All of them."

Because of the words, a slow smile spread across Kurt's face. He denied it, though, still smiling even though he was bothered that he could be read so clearly by Blaine. "I'm great, baby. Believe me."

"No," the bad boy corrected, "you are miserable. I don't want to be the reason you're upset with your friends, and I can't help but feel if I would've just stayed out the limelight that you wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place. I never wanted you to choose between them and me—"

"I know that. I still talk to a few of them but I can't deal with my brother or with Rachel… it's just… I don't get them."

Blaine nodded slowly, completely understanding where Kurt was coming from. He didn't think it was fair either to be so quickly rejected, though he couldn't blame them all the way. If he had a friend who seemed to be taking interest in a person like him, he didn't think he would approve either. "I understand, babe. It's just that I remember seeing you with the glee club before we spoke and you were so in love there. I just want you to go back to that. Don't ever worry about what people say about me. I'm not going anywhere."

Kurt gave a small smile as he looked down at his hands before finally staring up into the hazel pools across from him. He pulled Blaine closer by the drawstrings of his pants, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "Can we just hug, please?"

Blaine smiled, sensually kissing the corner of his lips once more. "I'm all sweaty, babe."

He chuckled as Kurt frowned, listening to the boy continue. "Can you go shower so we can go back to your place and hug."

His boyfriend laughed. "Anything for you."

….

Kurt lie in bed Saturday afternoon, ridiculously bored. His parents were off on vacation to Puerto Rico, Finn went off with his football buddies somewhere, and his boyfriend was stuck at some family gathering of his own. That really sucked because Kurt wanted to invite him over so bad, but that couldn't happen.

He remembered that tonight would be the night that his group had their monthly sleepover. It was supposed to be hosted at Mercedes' place this time. As much as he wanted to get out of the house, he didn't think it would be too fun once Rachel showed up. He had enough of the banter in school; he didn't need it over the first day of Spring break.

As he lay listening to the soundtrack of Wicked, he got a text fromMercedes. Kurt rolled over on the bed to reach for his cell phone and check the message.

I'm expecting to see you today. –Mercedes

IDK. I need a break from this, you know. I'm tired of hearing how stupid I am. –Kurt

You won't have to hear that because it's not true at all. Just come. –Mercedes

Whether it's true or not it's what people believe. –Kurt

Can you come? I miss you, Kurt. Please. :( :( -Mercedes

Kurt smiled, tossing over to silence his iPod dock. He missed her too, way too much. And if Rachel started up, he decided he'd just leave.

Fine. –Kurt

….

Kurt showed up and went straight to the bathroom, changing into his pajamas. All they did was lounge around and talk for the most part. There was no need to stay in his street clothes.

When Kurt entered his best friend's room, Mercedes smiled over at him widely before enveloping the boy in a hug. Rachel was on the bed with nail polish, a small smile on her face.

"So happy you joined us, baby boy," Mercedes smiled as she spoke, "it wouldn't be the same without you."

He smiled as he pulled away from the hug, squeezing the girl's arm gently. "Yeah. So what are the plans?"

"Well first," Rachel changed her positioning on the bed as the two walked over, "I think I owe you a huge apology."

Kurt looked at her blankly, willing the girl to continue. Mercedes could see the hesitance on his face and understood why. Finn and Rachel had been adamant in their protests of Kurt's relationship.

"In glee club yesterday, Finn and I had a good talking to by our friends," she smiled sadly, "Quinn and Artie pretty much let us have it, and I'm happy they did. I was a huge jerk to him even though I didn't know him, but after everything you went through I just really didn't want to see you hurt."

"I understood where you were coming from, Rach, I just needed you to understand where I was coming from. Blaine's not the best behaved guy in McKinley by a long shot, but he does care about me. And he is a really great guy."

Mercedes smiled. "We know that."

Rachel nodded with a smile of her own.

"You do?" he inquired skeptically. How would they know that? Especially Rachel who was completely against everything the teen stood for the previous day—the previous weeks.

"Apparently your boy toy saved Quinn and Artie from a slushy facial of the raspberry variety," replied a grinning Mercedes. "And if that doesn't show the type of guy he is while anyone else would just walk by not giving a damn, then I don't know what does."

Kurt looked to be shocked himself before smiling at the story. It was funny how with all the time he spent with Blaine after school the previous day; the bad boy didn't let anything about that incident slip. "Wow. It's the little things he does that surprises me."

They nodded as the doorbell sounded, Mercedes shrugging it off because it was more than likely for her dad.

"OK. Since we are working past this, we all should just watch a movie and let things go back to normal. What should we start with? I don't think we finished The Proposal last time…"

Kurt lay down on the bed with his phone next to him. "But we didn't finish The Ugly Truth before that. That was really good."

Rachel nodded as she looked between her two best friends. "So that means Funny Girl is off the table?"

"Yes." They answered simultaneously. Kurt smiled, "You always make us watch that. Every single time. As much as I adore Barbara, it is not happening. Not this time."

Rachel folded her arms as they laughed and went back to painting her toe-nails. "Fine. Both of you suck."

Everything seemed to be back to normal that quickly.

Just after Mercedes got up to put on a movie, Puck and Santana burst into the room with wide smiles when they saw Kurt had shown up. The three in the room screamed at the sudden arrival and racket the pair made when they entered.

Santana hopped on the bed staring Kurt down as she smiled. Puck closed the bedroom door behind them and leant against it.

"Okay porcelain, spill!"

"What? I don't know what's happening right now…"

"The sex!" exclaimed the Latina using an obvious voice. "You've been avoiding us over a week now."

Rachel and Mercedes shared a glance as the host walked over to them, neglecting the movie. "I'm sorry, not that I don't love you two but what the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Can we not do this?" Kurt questioned incredulously. He had no intention of discussing his sex life with Noah Puckerman and Santana Lopez of ALL PEOPLE. The two didn't seem to budge.

Puck spoke up this time, a knowing look on his face. "Blaine's quiet in school but I know he's a kinky bastard. It's all over his face."

"I'm sorry," Kurt shook his head, "why do you want to know about any of this in the first place?"

"C'mon, Kurtie. Spill!"

The group turned to look at Rachel who was smiling now, pillow clutched to her chest.

"What?" she asked with a bashful smile, "I can't want to know?"

Kurt took a deep breath; rolling his eyes at the ridiculous group of people he called his friends. Then a smile played at his lips and he cursed himself, not able to hold it back.

"Ooooh!" Puckerman laughed, "I knew it."

"Baby penguin my ass, porcelain." Santana added, now lying down on the bed.

"Is he big?" Rachel asked.

"Dammit, Berry," Puck gave her a shocked look, "you're one of us."

"Oh my god guys, I really don't want to do this right now…"

"He is, isn't he?" Santana questioned. Mercedes grinned at him while she walked back over to the Blu-ray player.

Kurt stared up at the ceiling and smiled, not believing he was about to say this. "He's huge."

The girls flailed while Puck folded his arms. "I doubt he's bigger than me."

Santana rolled her eyes, moving closer to Kurt. "And you two do it in school don't you? Mike and Tina mentioned the 'bathroom runs' you and Blaine take in the middle of class."

Kurt face palmed as his skin heated up in embarrassment. "This discussion is not happening. I'm dreaming."

"You naughty boy."

Kurt's iPhone started ringing and he reached over for it, blushing even harder when he realized who it was from. "I'm going to talk to my boyfriend. Do you think all of you could maybe shut the hell up while I do that?"

"Nope." Puck answered, and Rachel grinned.

"Put it on speaker!"

Kurt ignored the both of them as he held the phone to his ear. "Hey babe."

"How are you, love?" Blaine questioned. He sat next to his brother on the couch at his grandfather's house, wishing more than anything he was elsewhere right now. Preferably with his boyfriend.

"I'm good." he smiled, "How are you?"

"Tell that naughty boy we said hi," Puck screamed out, much louder than he needed to.

"Mercedes make them leave!"

Mercedes laughed as she sat on the bed and forwarded the movie to the spot they left off at. "They aren't bothering me."

Blaine listened to the noise on the other end and smiled, playing at his tie. "What's happening right now?"

"I'm still not too sure," Kurt told him, "but the gist of it is my friends are being assholes."

"You sound happy, though. I like that."

The blue eyed boy smiled, facing the wall and playing with the pillows. The girls and Puck watched him closely. "Yeah, I am. I miss you though."

"Awwww."

"Shut up!" Kurt shouted back at them, making Blaine laugh a little.

"I miss you too, baby. I just wanted to let you know the video is ready… whenever you want to watch it."

Kurt licked his lips, remembering how they recorded the tape the night before. Blaine made him scream so loud Kurt thought for sure he'd get home with no voice. "Oh… we can watch it tomorrow if you want."

"Watch what?" Santana questioned, and Puck's eyebrow rose as well.

"Oh my goodness you two… please…" Kurt said tiredly, pushing her away.

"My family'll be around tomorrow so that's a no go. What about Monday?"

Kurt nodded, still toying at Mercedes pillowcase with a soft smile. "I've got nothing going on Monday. That sounds good."

"Ask him to come to the party," Mercedes said of her shoulder. Rachel and the others agreed, urging the coiffed teen to do so.

"My friends are asking if you would like to come to a party at my house next weekend. It's not going to be anything too big."

Blaine stared at the ceiling of his grandfather's home, shaking his head no at the thought. He really didn't want to get attached to anyone else. He didn't think he needed to.

"I don't know babe."

Kurt shook his head no to his friends and they all pouted, wanting to hang out with the boy.

"Aww, please!" Rachel said, while Puck and Mercedes made pleas of their own in the background. Santana patiently waited for the phone conversation to end so she could get some wanky sex stories.

"Can you hear them?" Kurt giggled as he asked, and the sound of it made his boyfriend's heart speed up.

Blaine smiled, "I hear them. Do you want me to come?"

Kurt bit his lip at the question, loving the innuendo behind it that Blaine probably didn't even intend to throw out there. "I'd like that, yes."

His boyfriend hesitated before answering and Kurt stared up at Puck who was nosily raking over the things on Mercedes dresser as the girl hopped up to slap him away.

Blaine watched as his older brother got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen before rolling his eyes away and answering. "We'll see, beautiful. I don't want to promise or anything, but I'll definitely think about it."

"Okay, baby."

Blaine smiled at Kurt's response. It was weird that something as simple as a pet name could make his heart go wild. Now they were together for almost three months and he couldn't understand why it still had that affect on him. "So go enjoy your sleepover. Have a good time."

"Thank you, Blaine. Goodnight."

"G'night, beautiful."

Kurt hung up the phone and was met by Santana who inched her way up the bed towards him.

"So what is it that you two are supposed to watch Monday?"

….

The next day, Blaine found himself needing to get away from his family and their drama. He decided to go on a walk, slowly making his way around the neighborhood without really acknowledging where he was going. He texted Kurt the whole time, smiling at their sometimes fluffy, sometimes sexual, sometimes innocent conversation, and thinking about how he couldn't wait to see the boy again. It had only been a couple days so far but he found himself addicted.

Blaine walked past McKinley and glanced at the school, smiling at the fact that he was here about four and a half months. His parents should be proud of him. When he looked away from the school though, he saw a large yellow school bus in the distance. What it was doing there on a Sunday confused him, but he continued on his walk, texting Kurt and not thinking much of it.

It turned out that the bus was there for the McKinley Titans who had a scrimmage game against another school. Football season had ended a while ago, but apparently the coaches believed in keeping their players sharp during the off season. Blaine rolled his eyes once he laid eyes on the jocks, praying that he wouldn't have to get into it today. Today was not the day.

Finn, Mike, Puck, and Sam all stood in a group and were shocked when they saw him approaching, but Karofsky and his friends didn't seem too pleased after laying their eyes on the bad boy.

"Oh," Karofsky grimaced, slapping Azimio in the chest with the back of his hand, "it's the fairy. The fairy that had the whole school tricked."

The footballers of the New Directions had their eyes in a line at their teammate who was starting with Blaine for no reason. Sam called out for Karofsky to back off but the towering offensive lineman waved him off.

Blaine walked up slowly, pocketing his phone and ignoring the way Finn was staring at him. "Fuck you."

He went to walk past but Karofsky stood in front of him, and his comrades apparently got some back bone because they all surrounded the bad boy. Finn and the guys interjected, pushing their teammates away from Blaine.

"Dudes, back off. Just let him walk by."

"Stay out of this Hudson," Karofsky said with a smile, pushing him away. Finn stumbled back but didn't go very far, still in the midst of the conversation. Puck gave warning too, pushing Karofsky's minions back as he watched the happenings closely. Blaine rolled his eyes at all of them.

"I hope I didn't hurt the fairy's feelings," Karofsky continued, "but I don't give a damn. You're not tough shit, Anderson. The only friend you have here is that fag Hummel and your bad ass reputation is hist—"

Before he got the rest of his thought out, Blaine had connected two right fists to his mouth, followed by an uppercut to his midsection. People around them watched in awe, too caught off guard to do anything. Blaine had pushed the towering boy into the school bus, giving him two straight blows to the ribs followed by a quick jab to the jaw and a hook across his face. Finally, Azimio found his footing and jumped in, tackling Blaine against the bus, but then Puck and Finn jumped in, pulling Azimio away and holding him back. Blaine went to retaliate but Coach Beiste and her assistant were coming from the school building, dropping all of their equipment and rushing over.

"You four want to sit out all of next season?" she shouted at Karofsky, Azimio, Finn, and Puck. They stood off to the side, breathing heavily and shaking their heads, Karofsky clutching at his face and finding blood there. The woman turned to an enraged looking Blaine now before continuing.

"Anderson, you are so lucky I can't discipline you right now because you'd be out of here! Now leave!"

Blaine looked at the woman with disgust before hammering a punch into the school bus and storming off. He had been doing so well and now this had to happen. The one thing he was trying to prevent.

….

Kurt grabbed an ice pack from Mercedes' freezer and walked over to his boyfriend, placing it on his swollen hand. Blaine winced as he looked down at it, realizing it would probably be a while before he got to box again. And he really wanted to right now.

Kurt watched his boyfriend's face scrunch up as the bad boy looked down at his hand. He applied the ice pack a little more firmly, stroking the curls that had escaped it's gel encasing away as he spoke.

"Are you ready to talk about it?"

Blaine shrugged as he settled back onto the stool. "Not much to talk about. I got into a fight. Got mad because I fought. Punched a school bus."

Kurt frowned at the lack of a story he had received. "You are so weird, Blaine."

The dark haired teen smirked with a nod, agreeing completely. He just had to make sure he didn't get in trouble when school started back up again because he'd be in for a world of trouble if Beiste had anything to say about it.

Mercedes and Rachel walked into the kitchen with small smiles. They were scared to at first, thinking that Blaine would probably shut down completely or even scream at them or something, but they came to the conclusion that this whole thing the club faced was so they wouldn't make rash judgments of him, or anyone else. To their surprise, Blaine smiled a little at them before facing his boyfriend again and giving him a proper explanation, knowing that Kurt wouldn't let him get away with that story he told him.

"It was Karofsky and those other guys. They were messing with me, I guess because of something that happened Friday. I ended up knocking a slushy all over him."

"I heard," Kurt said with a smile, "and I heard that it was because you were standing up for a couple people near and dear to my heart." Blaine shrugged, and Kurt continued softly, "Thank you for that, by the way."

"Don't thank me for that, baby." Blaine said seriously. "Forget that. It's just that they must've been angry about it still because now they're taunting me and they even said some things about you. That was where I drew the line, and I hit Karofsky… a lot,"

Kurt continued to ice his boyfriend's swollen hand as he listened.

"And I'll hit him again, and anyone else who says something about you babe. They aren't going to touch you. I'll make sure of it."

Rachel and Mercedes shared a look before turning back to the scene. Kurt leant forward with a soft smile, kissing his boyfriend on the forehead. He didn't say anything; he just kissed him and continued to care for the boy's injury.

"Your brother was there, of course. He and the other glee guys I see you with. He and mohawk helped. Puck."

Kurt smiled, determined to teach Blaine their names. "Did they?"

Blaine nodded.

"Excuse me," Rachel interrupted the pair stepping forward. Blaine and Kurt turned to her expectantly and she gulped under the gaze of the hazel eyed boy. "I would like to apologize on behalf of myself and Finn for how rude we were towards you. I expressed my regret to Kurt. We had no right to say the things we said. It wasn't fair."

"Thanks…"

"Rachel." she smiled. He nodded with a soft, shy smile. "You and Kurt aren't alone. I promise."

Mercedes smiled, sitting down at her kitchen table.

Blaine looked at the both of them before turning to Kurt once more. "I'm gonna let you get back to … this."

"You can stay Blaine," Mercedes said encouragingly, "You need to ice your hand a while longer, anyway."

"No," he shook his head, getting down off the stool, "I'll ice it when I get home. Kurt gave me some pain killers and I'll probably be heading off to sleep soon."

Rachel nodded as Kurt went to put the ice pack in the freezer. "That's true," said Mercedes. "My dad's a dentist. He has that strong stuff."

Blaine smirked, saying goodbye to them both before walking over to Kurt and kissing him a few seconds on the lips. "Call me tonight. Okay beautiful?"

"I will."

Kurt kissed him this time, moving his lips against Blaine's slowly as they both forgot about the two girls staring at them a few feet away. When Kurt pulled away with a smile, Blaine realized he missed him already. Mercedes walked the boy to the door and he was off, awkwardly holding his hand against his body as he went in the direction the girl assumed was his home.

Kurt and Rachel were settling into the living room when she returned.

"So when are we going to get the story of how this happened in the first place?"

Kurt laughed before rolling his eyes away. "Let's just watch TV."