Chapter 8

"Mr. Anderson. I don't know what to do with you."

Blaine sat back in the cold, hard wooden chair of the principal's office. It had been a little over an hour since he was dragged inside by an irate Coach Beiste, and it seemed as if he'd be there until school let out. Figgins had tried calling his parents on more than five occasions, saying that his father's number only went straight to voicemail, and his mother's would ring without the option to leave a message. Blaine sat there, knowing the both of them were away once again, but not caring enough to tell his principal. It didn't matter anyway. It wasn't like they actually gave a damn.

The thing that scared him the most was that he wasn't regretful for what had happened. There was no doubt that if Blaine happened to see Karofsky again, he'd only go and finish where he left off.

It was a promise he made to Kurt. He told him they could look all they wanted, and whisper 'fag' behind his back, but the moment anyone laid a hand on him, Blaine would make sure it didn't happen again. He was proud that he kept his promise, whether or not it was the smartest thing to do.

The only downside to this was he didn't know what would happen with his future. Figgins didn't seem to know either. Blaine recalled a discussion between the principal, Coach Beiste, and guidance counselor earlier:

"This is impossible. He's been to three different schools since this time last year. No other school is taking him, especially not a place like Dalton. Money or not."

"How do we let him stay here? What if this makes the news? Reporters will come and we can't have any negative publicity—"

"What do we do? Do we get the police involved? David's parents might want to press charges and we should report it—"

"No, Emma. We can't afford to bring any negative attention to McKinley. It's bad enough we get so little funding as it is. Just wait for their parents to show."

Good luck with that one, Blaine thought. His parents weren't coming, but if Dave was lucky maybe his cared enough.

Blaine sat back and sighed, his mind drifting to Kurt. He couldn't believe that bastard had the audacity to put his lips on him, after all of the bullshit Karofsky put his boyfriend through. He had the audacity to force himself on Kurt.

And the look on Kurt's face was one Blaine knew he never ever wanted to see. It was one of pure horror, a look of fear that broke Blaine's heart in two. A look that he had worn a few years back.

Karofksy was lucky that Beiste stopped him when she did.

"A family member is here for Blaine," the secretary announced through the intercom. Figgins looked up through the glass windows into the main office and gestured for the person to come in. Blaine turned around to see who it was and rolled his eyes away after spotting his older brother.

The doorknob turned and in walked Cooper Anderson, dressed in all black, a small smile on his face. Figgins stood up an introduced himself, and Cooper did the same. He turned to look at Blaine and took a deep breath before taking a seat next to his younger brother.

"So, a Ms. Pillsbury got in contact with me. Said someone named Kurt told her Blaine had a brother? What happened here?"

Blaine still hadn't looked at Cooper since the first glance, annoyed that he even had the nerve to show up when he couldn't give a crap about him. He looked down at his slightly swollen hand and kept it there, counting down the seconds until he could see Kurt again.

"Well, Mr. Anderson," Principal Figgins began, "Blaine got into a fight with another student here. He roughed him up pretty badly and the student is being held somewhere else. I needed to see a parent or somebody because we don't tolerate this type of behavior. And this isn't the first time," Blaine closed his eyes, knowing it was all over, "he is steadily in detention, has a habit of using spray paint, skateboards through the halls."

Cooper nodded, glancing over to Blaine. This wasn't who he was. Blaine had always been a good kid, at least until that night. He thought about asking their parents to try Dalton, since that was where Cooper went growing up, and there never seemed to be a problem. Cooper was happy that Blaine didn't seem to have any injuries, like… the last time. But he was still disappointed this was even happening. "So what happens now?"

"I think you need to look for other options. Blaine can't stay at McKinley with his behavioral problems."

There was a commotion outside of the office and all three present turned to see it. Burt Hummel was there, followed by the glee club director, Blaine couldn't really remember his name, and then a school security officer that apparently couldn't hold the man back. Blaine stood, trying to see if he could see Kurt but he didn't. Then, Burt was bursting into the office, anger evident in every step he took, and was standing in front of Figgins' desk.

"Where are his parents?"

"Mr. Hummel," Figgins looked to Mr. Schuester for help, "erm… can you calm down?"

"That boy sexually harassed my son. I want to speak to his parents. I want an apology and I want him out of this damn school or I will sue the school board so hard they'll need to start a new district to be able to operate." Burt looked around the office and saw Blaine, and then Cooper who looked confused, and then back at Blaine.

"Kurt told me everything. He didn't want to but he did, and while things could've and should've been handled completely different, I suppose I need to thank you for showing up when you did."

Blaine nodded. "I really want to see him."

"Is Kurt your boyfriend?" Cooper asked, trying to put the pieces together.

"Yes," Burt answered, "Kurt's his boyfriend." Blaine smiled as Burt turned back to Figgins. Sue saw the commotion, walking into the overly crowded room to see what was going on. "Now I don't send my son here to be harassed. He's supposed to be getting an education. What are you going to do about this? And what have you been doing about it? Because I'm sure this bullying of kids has been going on for quite some time."

Schuester looked to Sylvester with a frown, going over to the wall seats and sitting down. Figgins seemed at a loss for words, looking at Blaine and Cooper and wondering if he should excuse them to deal with Burt. The security guard silently eased himself out the room, going to stand in the main office.

"I'm sorry, but I need to know how Blaine fits into all of this." The older Anderson cut in, "If you're kicking him out of school for defending someone's honor—"

"You're kicking him out?" Burt asked incredulously. "You're kicking him out for doing more for a student than you've been doing?"

"He put his hands on a student, Mr. Hummel!" Figgins stood up, "And said student could've been hospitalized if my staff hadn't gotten there in time. What would you do?"

"So what happens to Dave?" Mr. Schuester asked wearing a morbid expression. "Because he inappropriately touched a student of ours, and from what Kurt says, he engaged in the fight as well."

"If fighting isn't tolerated, then there is no way sexual harassment should be." Coach Sylvester attributed. "And I don't know about you, but if one stays and not the other, then you are sending the wrong message. Remember those pictures Figgins. I will not hesitate to show your wife."

Figgins sat back down, his head in his hands as he took a deep breath. All Blaine could do was hope that he'd be given a second chance. He was always receiving the short end of the stick because no one was willing to fight for him. But this time, there were a few people on his side.

And then, the principal looked up to everyone present, before focusing on Cooper.

"One week in house suspension."

Cooper nodded and Blaine smiled. He'd never been so happy to get suspended in his life. "Thank you sir. He'll stay out of trouble."

"What about the other kid? Karofsky?" Burt asked, staring the nervous principal down in a way that only made Figgins sink into his chair, nervously adjusting his tie. "Because I will sue—"

"I'll have to talk with his parents, but the offence will go on his permanent record, as will yours," he looked to Blaine, "and he'll be placed on suspension as well."

Cooper stood up as the group continued to speak. "Can I take him home now?"

Figgins nodded while listening to Burt's barking, but Blaine was already out of the office, rushing towards the guidance counselor. He knew that was where Kurt was. On the way, Cooper rushed behind him, trying to engage in some sort of conversation. His brother wasn't willing to give him much.

"You're free to go, Coop," Blaine said, walking quicker. "I know my way home."

"But you aren't supposed to be on school grounds. You're suspended—"

"Leave like you always do!" Blaine shouted, regretting it immediately. "Fuck, just go, please."

Cooper frowned. "I'll be out by my car, okay?"

"I drove."

Blaine sped down the hall, not caring whether or not his older brother had followed or decided to leave, though hopefully it was the latter.

Kurt must've heard him coming, because he was already on his feet with open arms when Blaine ran into the office. He grabbed the blue eyed teen, taking him into his arms and burying his head in Kurt's neck. He could feel Kurt relax into him and hear him sniffing as the floodgates opened again.

"Shh… don't cry baby, don't cry."

Ms. Pillsbury smiled awkwardly, looking for accurate pamphlets but frowning when she couldn't find any.

"What d-did—what happened-d?" Kurt stuttered out. His heart was beating and stomach felt completely empty as he expected the worst. It was like all the time he was promising Blaine everything would be fine, he never expected for this to happen.

But Blaine only squeezed him tighter and placed careful kisses along his jaw, careful not to trigger anything. Kurt continued to cry softly as he laced his hands behind Blaine's head.

"I got a week's suspension," Blaine smiled, knowing that it was weird for him to be happy, but Kurt pulled back and looked at him with a wide grin, and they could only laugh as they hugged one another tighter.

"Your dad and those other people stood up for me. My own parents didn't come, but I'm happy yours did."

"I'm sorry."

"Shh," Blaine rubbed his hand along Kurt's back soothingly, "it's fine. I just need you to stop crying, baby. I'm not letting this ever happen again."

Kurt buried his face further into Blaine and the dark haired teen smiled. He felt a little more secure about his future. He'd always have Kurt. That was what he needed.

Burt cleared his throat and knocked on the door. The boys both looked over to the source of the noise, neither releasing one another, and Burt smiled.

"I need to get back to work. Can I trust you to get my kid home?"

Blaine nodded feverishly. "Yes sir," Kurt smiled, drying his eyes and looking at his father.

Burt motioned towards the exit. "Let's get out of here."

….

Blaine sat on the couch of the Hudmel home. He looked around thinking about the last time he sat here as compared to now. Last time, he thought Burt would try and strangle him. This time, he was okay, and in a few hours they'd all be having dinner together; him and his boyfriend, Kurt's parents, and Finn. It seemed like it would be okay. At least for now.

Blaine hadn't heard anything from his parents or Cooper, and he preferred it this way. He liked it better when they left him alone. It was what they were good at, focusing on themselves. He did have a few texts from his friends asking if he was okay, and having friends was still strange, but it felt nice.

Kurt was in the shower for a long time, but he explained to Blaine he was going to take a hot one until the hot water ran out, in attempt to wash the feeling of Karofsky off of him. Of course, the words only made Blaine even more upset with the jock, but Kurt reminded him that it was all over.

Kurt looked in the mirror after brushing his teeth for the umpteenth time. He still wanted to cry. It was like no matter how many times he'd been bullied or slushied, nothing compared to that. Nothing compared to Dave pressing him against the locker and whispering in his ear, his lips lingering there before he kissed him on the lips.

He thought maybe if he could just hit him, it'd be a lot better. Blaine wouldn't have gotten himself in all that trouble, at least. But he could honestly say he'd never been so scared in his life. He couldn't move at all.

It didn't matter now. Kurt was pretty sure his father had scared the hell out of all of the school's employees, and not only him, but other kids would be safe. Unless Figgins didn't mind being on the defending end of a lawsuit.

Kurt trekked his way out of the bathroom and into his room, unwrapping the towel from his waist and putting on something comfortable. He settled on a long sleeved t-shirt and grey cotton bottoms. It was a little cool in the house and this would do. He slipped on a pair of slippers and headed downstairs where his boyfriend was waiting.

Blaine held him tightly and kissed his damp hair as they cuddled on the sofa. Kurt thought he was all out of tears, but it was something about being so warm and safe in Blaine's arms that reminded him of the fear and cold he felt a few hours prior.

Blaine lay them down so that Kurt was resting on top of him. Kurt laid his head on Blaine's chest, focusing on the rhythmic heart beat and nothing else. Blaine ran a few calloused fingers along his cheek and kissed his head again, whispering that it was okay. He continued to hold the elder teen tightly until Kurt was drifting off to sleep.

….

It turned out that the Hudmels were incredibly different than the Andersons. Of course, Blaine knew that going in to Friday night dinner, but he wasn't expecting their differences to be so drastic.

For one, they smiled at the dinner table. They found something to smile about, despite the day everyone endured. Burt said that any other day if he'd came home and found his son and a boy curled up, sleeping on the couch, he'd end up on trial. But after today and after knowing what Kurt meant to Blaine without the hazel eyed kid having to say anything, it was a little okay.

Even Kurt seemed to be a little better after waking up in Blaine's arm. He woke up to Carole and Burt in the kitchen, Carole slapping away his hand as he tried to eat something he wasn't supposed to, and Blaine fast asleep underneath him. He checked to make sure that Blaine wasn't touching him inappropriately and smiled when he wasn't, before waking his boyfriend up. They were both caught off guard to find that Kurt's parents were there with them asleep on the couch and Blaine was alive to tell the story.

Finn had a lot to say at dinner, whenever his mouth wasn't full, at least. He would swallow and go on and on about the day, saying he was upset that he was right there and didn't know, being that it was his gym period. He went on to talk about the rumor that Karofsky was transferring after word spread about him kissing Kurt, and then having a gay guy kick his ass, and then he finished with talking about Nationals and how excited everyone was to go to New York.

Blaine could honestly say he was ecstatic that Karofsky would be hitting the road, if that rumor was true, though he hated himself for not putting the pieces of the puzzle together. He was only teasing when mentioning Karofsky was watching, but he didn't actually think the jock would try and kiss his boyfriend. He didn't really think he was gay.

Carole seemed to ask him endless questions, all of which made him uncomfortable. She started with his grades and hobbies, and ended with family life. All of those things sucked. His grades sucked. His hobbies included failing at pulling off pro-skateboarding tricks, boxing, and doing Kurt, which was something he couldn't admit. And his family life sucked.

Luckily, Kurt changed the topics to something they could all enjoy, trying to get his mind off of the happenings of the day and focus on anything else really.

"So when will you guys be buying your tickets to New York?"

Burt and Carole exchanged a look as Finn stuffed mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"Umm… we just spent a hell of a lot of money to go on a honeymoon, Kurt. I can't afford to leave the shop to go to New York."

Blaine watched his boyfriend frown and listened as Finn's fork dropped against his plate.

"But… it's National!" Finn exclaimed.

"Sorry, champ," Burt stated, and Carole gave them a remorseful look, "you'll have a great time without us. Bring back a trophy. We'll be there in spirit."

"I'll go." Blaine smiled, hoping to see his boyfriend smile too. Kurt looked at him and shrugged, and Blaine could honestly say that wasn't the reaction he was hoping to gage.

"I was going to drag you anyway," Kurt said, poking at his baked chicken. "But it's fine—"

"No," Blaine cut in with another smile, not believing he was about to say this. "I'll go."

Kurt, along with his entire family gave him an odd look. "I heard you, Blaine."

Blaine took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to better relay this. "Remember when we were in the shower and I—"

Finn began coughing uncontrollably and his mother reached over to pat his back, though she was very much interested in where this conversation was going. Kurt's eyes went wide as he stared at his boyfriend dubiously, and Burt pushed his plate away, crossing his arms on the table and looking at Blaine expectantly. "Go ahead, Blaine." the man said, "Finish what you were saying."

Blaine smiled nervously. The dining room was hot all of the sudden. He reached for his drink and emptied the cup before speaking. "I um… we weren't in the shower together," at the time, Blaine thought before continuing, "but at school, in the locker room, we were showering in separate stalls," Burt smirked watching Blaine fumble over his words, and Kurt looked like he wanted to kill him, "and I sang a little. So I was suggesting that I'd go to New York with you both," Finn finally caught his breath and tried to keep up, washing certain images out of his mind, "like a part of the glee club!" Blaine finished.

Kurt looked at him, trying to assess just how serious his boyfriend was. "You? Joining the New Directions?"

"Seriously?" Finn smiled. "Dude, that'd be awesome!"

Carole smiled, clapping a little. "Blaine, that sounds wonderful. I didn't know you sang."

Blaine shrugged. Anything to keep a sad face off of Kurt's beautiful one.

….

Blaine wasn't expecting to get the talk from Burt. Neither was Kurt, who hugged and kissed Blaine goodnight, and went up to bed looking like he'd just seen a ghost. Burt offering to buy them condoms was something he wasn't looking forward to, ever.

Blaine left the house, walking towards his car. It was a little after 10. They'd all went to the living room and watched a movie after dinner, and then Carole and Finn went off, leaving the last three to engage in rather uncomfortable conversation.

His house was empty when he got there. Blaine frowned and went up to his room. It sucked not being able to go home and gush to anyone about how happy he was.

As he lay down on the bed, still in his street clothes, Blaine took a moment to look at the ceiling. He wondered how in hell he was supposed to catch up, after a week of being at home suspended, and be of any benefit to the New Directions in New York. He'd probably suck at this whole show choir gig and they'd kick him off the team before he got to belt his last note. And let's not get him started on Brad.

Brad would not be happy to see him.

His phone vibrating brought him out of his thoughts. Blaine grabbed for it and he smiled, immediately answering it without hesitation.

"Kurt?"

"Hey, babe!" Kurt gushed, and Blaine could hear the smile in his voice. He grinned in addition, smiling as he sat up.

"Since when did you get your phone back?"

"Just now. My dad gave both Finn and I our things back. Not sure why, but I don't care. What are you doing?"

"I was just lying down, thinking about everything." Blaine stopped to kick his shoes off. "I miss you already."

"I miss you too. I hope you're not grounded after today?"

Blaine scoffed. "My parents aren't home, and they haven't called to check on me. So no, I'm free. Do you still have to work?"

"Yeah," Kurt answered, "I'm not all the way off punishment yet. But it's a start."

Blaine smiled. "I hear you beautiful. Maybe I can take you out whenever you get off?"

"I'd like that." Kurt replied, a smile on his lips. "I never thanked you for earlier. I mean it was scary, and I never want to see you do that to a person again, but thank you. If you didn't come when you did—"

"You don't have to worry about what could've happened because I did come. And you won't have to see me do that to someone unless I have to," Blaine promised. "Hold on, let me get comfortable."

Kurt nodded before realizing that wasn't sufficient an answer. "Okay honey."

Blaine put the phone down and got undressed, throwing on some shorts, and opting against a shirt. He threw himself against the bed and held the phone to his ears. "So what are you doing?"

"I'm in bed," Kurt said, "staring at the ceiling. Listening to your voice. I would try and sleep but I don't know how easy that'll be without you holding me."

Blaine smiled, knowing how it felt. He was incredibly lonely without Kurt there too. "I'll talk to you until you fall asleep then."

"Okay."

"So what are our plans for summer?" Blaine asked with a smile. He was hoping to take his boyfriend's mind off of everything.

"You should take me to Disney World."

Blaine laughed. "Okay. What else?"

"Annnddd…" Kurt dragged it out with the click of his tongue, "I don't know. If I have to be realistic it'll just be work, cooking for Finn, watching musicals, and having Rachel annoy be, but maybe this year it'll be different."

"It will be." Blaine answered, relaxing into his pillow. "I promise."

Kurt grinned, doing the same. "Okay."

They were comfortably quiet for a while. Blaine could hear relaxed breathing on the other end and wondered if his boyfriend had fallen asleep. "You still there beautiful?"

"I'm here, baby. Where are we going tomorrow?"

"Not telling you."

"C'mon."

"Nope."

"Fine," Kurt huffed, smiling as he pulled the covers over him. They were quiet once more, and Blaine smiled at the scent of vanilla on his sheets, imagining Kurt was there with him.

"What are you wearing?"

Blaine's eyes snapped open. "Me?"

Kurt laughed and Blaine started smiling, listening to the musical sound entering his ear. "No, Blaine. The guy behind you."

"You don't have to get smart," Blaine said with a grin, before looking down at his body. "Just a pair of shorts. Should I take them off?"

Kurt bit his lip at the question, looking up to make sure his door was locked. "Who am I to stop you?"

Blaine licked his lips. "You want to maybe hop on Skype and call me?"

"I can do that."

….

"You're so fucking hot."

Blaine stared at the screen of his laptop as his hand glided along his erect cock. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Kurt's fingers disappearing into his tight hole, and how it was puckered around his fingers to begin with. Kurt was moaning, fucking himself onto those two fingers like a pro, and Blaine was losing his mind as he stroked his dick with a clasped fist, twisting his wrist on every other stroke in a way that made his toes curl.

"I wish it was you," he heard Kurt say, though the webcam was focused on Kurt's spread legs and hard cock. Blaine licked his lips as he imagined himself pounding into the little hole. He could almost hear Kurt now, begging him to get deeper and fuck him harder—

"If you were here right now," Kurt whined, "I know you'd hold me by my hips and fuck me into this mattress,"

Blaine groaned, his hand speeding up at the words. His legs began to shake and his body heated up in ways it only did at the sound of Kurt's voice. "Add a third f-finger," he told him, "and arch your back for me baby."

Kurt turned the music up in his room a little, knowing he'd be loud after this. He lay back on the pillow afterwards, adjusting his body and sliding the fingers out so Blaine could see everything. He glanced down to the screen and smiled, looking at Blaine sitting up on his bed, legs spread and hand gripping his cock, a little pre-come glistening on the head. He slicked his fingers up once more before placing them at his entrance and circling the rim slowly.

"I can't wait for this to be you again, Blaine."

Blaine gulped, eyes locked on the screen as he nodded. "Me too."

"What would you do if you were here?" Kurt started to slide his fingers inside, arching his back so that Blaine could see everything.

"I-I'd," he slowed down his hand, instead playing with his balls as he watched, "I'd take your cock between my lips…"

"Mmm…" Kurt smiled, easing his fingers further as he imagined it, "go on."

Blaine massaged his nuts as he took a deep breath. Kurt's long fingers disappearing inch by inch was something sure to drive him crazy. By the time the second knuckles were inside, he gulped and continued.

"I would let you sit me against the headboard and fuck my mouth, pull my hair, shove your dick as far into my mouth as you wanted to."

"Baby," Kurt's fingers were buried inside now, and he started working his ass and hand as he listened.

"Then I'd start finger fucking you while you moved in and out of my mouth. I'd make sure I'd get as deep as I could and have you falling apart."

The next moan Kurt cried out let Blaine know the boy was caressing his prostate, and he had to touch himself at the sounds. He started stroking himself and listening, biting his lip at what was on the screen.

"W-Would y-y-you fuck me?"

"Name the position."

Kurt growled and Blaine snapped his hips up off the bed, the desire to close his eyes, throw his head back, and fuck his own hand overwhelming, but he didn't want to miss a second of this.

"I'd love to ride you,"

"Fuck," Blaine cursed, his hand moving at a rapid pace. Kurt pushed his fingers even deeper and snapped his wrist, crying out Blaine's name as his hands clenched the pillows.

"I-I would climb on top, and slide down on to you slowly," he thrashed against the bed in pleasure each time he rubbed his bundle of nerves. Blaine must've been enjoying it because he was cursing and his bed was squeaking as he watched, "and then I'd reach behind me and play with your nuts as I bounce up and down on that beautiful cock."

Blaine felt the coiling in his gut, the sweat dripping down his sideburns, the sparks of pleasure running along his spine as he pulled his dick a couple more times. When he heard Kurt cry out and saw the come falling over his boyfriend's thighs and running down his cock, Blaine's eyes rolled back and he came hard all over his chest.

Both boys collapsed followed by ragged breaths and trembling legs. Blaine felt as if he was falling asleep until he heard Kurt's music cut off, and remembered he was in the middle of a video chat. He smiled, opening his eyes and looking down at himself, before his eyes found their way to the screen.

Kurt bit his lip coyly and Blaine smirked, thinking it was a little past late for that.

"I'm going to get in the shower, babe."

Blaine nodded, smiling widely. "Yeah, I think I will too. Text me when you're out?"

"Okay," Kurt grinned.

….

"Which one do you want, babe?"

"Mmmm…" Kurt smiled, looking at all the possible options. "I want the big brown puppy."

Blaine motioned towards the one his boyfriend wanted. "That one."

The carnival worker smiled, going to get it for him. Kurt cuddled into Blaine's side, and the bad boy wrapped his arm around him.

"Since when are you so good at darts?"

Blaine laughed, "Since you wanted a stuffed animal."

The man handed the huge puppy to Kurt and he gladly took it with a thank you.

"So do I win you something now?"

Blaine shook his head, leading Kurt away and walking towards the Ferris wheel. "I got my prize, beautiful."

They held hands, smiling at each other every few seconds, and stopping to share sweet kisses. Blaine smiled, hugging his boyfriend and lifting him in the air, laughing when Kurt demanded to be put down.

"You don't like it when I do that?"

"I'm not fond of heights, okay?" Kurt said with a smile, nudging Blaine in the arm when he laughed. They ended up on line for the ride and Blaine grabbed a few tickets out his pocket, handing them to the worker.

It was there, with the sun setting and casting the most amazing glow over Kurt's face, and with the boy smiling over at him, hugging the puppy closely, that Blaine knew he needed to tell him. He'd held it in long enough.

"Kurt."

Kurt stepped forward in line and turned back with a grin. "Yes, honey?"

Blaine took a deep breath, leaning forward and kissing his boyfriend chastely on the lips. Kurt smiled into it, returning the gesture, his blue eyes shining with adoration.

"I love you, Kurt."

Kurt looked taken aback and Blaine wondered if he felt it too. If he felt the same way he did. Of course, whether or not wouldn't make a difference. He'd be around, and eventually, Kurt would feel the same way—

"I love you too, Blaine."