Chapter 1 – Friday Night

It was Friday night and Puck and Finn were sitting around the Hudson – Hummel house doing absolutely nothing. Finn held the remote control flipping through stations looking for nothing in particular. It was November in Ohio. There wasn't much they could do outside. Football season was over for McKinley, having not made the state playoffs, so they found themselves with little to do. They were actually waiting until it was time to leave for the Dalton Academy fight club. Time seemed to be ticking by ever so slowly on this lazy Friday night. A few texts to Samuel, Puck's cousin who lived near Columbus, to find out where they would be and they got a location and time. Kurt came downstairs trying to figure out what his plans were for the evening. Their parents were gone for a weekend trip in Cincinnati which Kurt had suggested as a nice gift for Carole. "What are you guys doing tonight?"

Finn was quick to answer. "Nothing. What are you doing tonight?"

"I was just getting ready to see if you and Rachel were doing anything, but since you and Puck are sitting there on the couch looking stupid, I'm guessing you guys are doing something tonight." Kurt always seemed to get a bit angrier during the holidays. It probably had something to do with no love interest, no one to shower with gifts and no gifts in return. He wouldn't be giving a gift to anyone special this Christmas or spending it with anyone special. Just the usual, no one for him. The only special person he had was his dad. Kurt supposed the Carole and Finn fell into that category.

"Rachel went with her dads to a musical tonight. We're still trying to figure out what to do tonight." Finn was trying to sound boring. He didn't want Kurt to get any ideas.

Puck was stirring. He wasn't even aware of what was coming out of his mouth. You could tell he had an idea in his head. "I know of this fight club about an hour away from here. My cousin does it for fun and sometimes for money. I was thinking of going to check it out tonight since there's nothing to do. You could come if you want, but if you do we're sleeping over at his house." Finn shook his head at Puck.

Kurt was confused when he saw Finn's reaction but brushed it off as he didn't want his gay brother going with them. He was fashion not sport anyway. Especially boxing. "What exactly is a fight club? Is it like the movie? It doesn't seem like anything I would like. It's like Neanderthals beating each other up." Kurt paused to think about it. "Though it would be nice to beat the crap out of some Neanderthal." He said laughing. Kurt had a lot of energy tonight and surprisingly he was slightly interested. He was feeling like he could let off some steam. He had spent the last two weeks getting over his last straight guy crush and was in rage mode at this point. One more gay straight crush down, onto the next.

"You're half right Kurt. It is a group of guys that fight. No holds barred. No gloves. Bare hands. No shirts. No shoes. They beat the crap out of each other until one is knocked down or out or I guess plain gives up."

"Okay. And why would I want to go with you to see something like that?" Kurt was still looking for a reason to go or to not go. Kurt was truly bored with life right now. School was easy and he got straight 'A's. Everyone was wrapped up in their own lives. Even Finn and Rachel were too busy with each other to think about him. Kurt was lonely and wanted someone to pal around with.

"Because it's usually all dudes and you like dudes. Shirtless dudes and I know you like that.. Well at least you should because dude, you're gay."

"Eloquently spoken Puck." Kurt was bored out of his mind. "Maybe. Let me check with my girls. It's still early, but I guess if I can't find anything else to do, I can go to this fight thing with you guys." Kurt really didn't think he would like to see all the violence and blood he thought would be present if they were beating each other up.

Kurt left the room. Finn was nervous. "Puck, you didn't tell him he had to fight as a first timer. We can't take him with us. Burt would kill me if Kurt got the crap beat out of him. We can't Puck."

After nothing came up, Kurt sat on the chair by Puck and Finn. "Okay. I guess I'm in."

"What? No! Kurt, you can't come with us." Finn put his foot down. "There's more to it than just going and watching. I don't think it would be a good idea for you to come."

"What? Do I have to fight?"

Finn was startled with Kurt's response. "Well.. Yeah. The first time at fight club, you have to fight. How did you know?"

"Finn, I saw the movie. I wouldn't miss Brad Pitt and Edward Norton. Remember, I like guys."

"And you want to go?"

"Yeah. I think I want to fight. I think I'm ready to fight." Kurt paused to answer questions that he knew were in Finn's head. "I'm scared. Yeah. I'm scared, but I have all this energy. I'm tired of getting beat up and not fighting back. At least this way I can fight and it's okay."

"Kurt. YOU could get really hurt."

"Finn! I don't care. It's okay if I get beat up or if I beat someone up." Kurt knew that Finn had no idea of his inner turmoil right now. He wanted to punch a person. Even if it wasn't the person he wanted to punch, he wanted it to be flesh and live. Who better than someone that actually wants to get punched. "This is a no harm no foul situation and I'm game."

Puck nodded his head in agreement. Finn was not convinced. "Kurt, it's not a game. You are going to either get the crap beat out of you or you're going to get knocked out. Either way, your face is going to get hit. How will you explain it to Burt? How could getting your face messed up even be okay with you?"

"I am excellent at make-up Finn. You'll pull me out if I get in over my head." Kurt looked nervous, but he wanted this. He wanted to feel something. He was tired of being victimized behind people's backs, in a place where he couldn't fight back. He wanted to be hit fair and square and have a chance to hit back fair and square. He had a hunger and rage tonight to take everything out on someone. This would be perfect because he wouldn't know anyone and not feel bad about hitting someone.

Finn knew he couldn't get Kurt to change his mind now. Kurt's mind was already made up. "You should probably change into something you don't care about Kurt." Finn warned his brother. "You'll get blood spatter on your clothes." Kurt cringed at the thought and proceeded to go back upstairs to change. Finn noticed the reaction. It was what he was hoping for to get Kurt to change his mind. Nothing happened. Kurt went upstairs.

While Kurt was upstairs Finn looked at Puck with worry. "Puck, he can't fight. Why did you ask him to come with us? You know he'll have to fight. First time. Dude, he could get killed. He's fragile."

"Maybe we can skip it and take Kurt to a movie instead. I have no idea what I was thinking telling him to come along." Puck just now realized what he had done. "We'll think of something to get him to change his mind.

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Blaine Anderson's phone was blowing up. Fight club texts were hitting his disposable phone. There were a lot of people coming to the DA fight club tonight. Must be a lot of pent up energy. It was getting close to the holidays. That always seemed to bring more people out to fight club. It was colder out and the DA fight club had to go indoors. His family had a barn on their expansive property. They never used it. It came with the land. Blaine's parents were both medical sales reps and were always traveling. They could use the barn and no one would know. It was private property. He texted a blast to everyone on the list that the DA fight club would meet at 345 Collier in Westerville, big brown barn. Park in the field behind the barn.

"Jeff. Fight club is on tonight. You in?"

"Of course my friend and cohort. Where's Nick? Is he going to be there?" The three of them started fight club after Blaine was angry one night. He challenged Nick to a fight and that got them hooked on it. That night it was mostly just the Warblers. Soon enough it expanded at Dalton and then to the neighboring communities around Columbus.

"I don't know. I'm going to fight tonight." Blaine was in a bad mood tonight. The holidays were coming up and his parents weren't around… ever. He was gay and had no one special to spend the holidays with, so he was going to spend it alone at Dalton. It was the same story every year. Blaine found himself in a bad mood about it and thought this would help.

"Why are you going to fight? You don't have to. We always have tons of newbies to put out there." Just as he said that a text came in on the fight club phone.

Anon: I'm bringing a newbie

Blaine turned the phone for Jeff to see. Jeff smiled and nodded. "I told you Blaine. There are always newbies. I can't fight tonight. It's too close to the holidays. I can't have bruises. My parents will bug me if they see them."

"Jeff, tell the guys that I can drive tonight if they want…" Then Blaine thought that he might as well stay in his parent's empty house. "Scratch that. I think I'll stay at the house at least tonight. Might as well. No one else ever stays there." Blaine had been bitter as the weekend neared. Each weekend that passed brought him closer to the loneliness of the holiday break. Sure his parents loved him, but they were never around to prove it. They sent him to Dalton and he loved it there, but it didn't make being gay any easier. His friends were all getting girlfriends and going on dates, while he was usually alone with his music.

Coming to Dalton made it easier. He didn't have to worry about being bullied, but it also meant that even though he wasn't bullied, the people that didn't like gay people would just not come near him. Outside of the Warblers and the Lacrosse team, he had only a few friends. He would bet that even among those groups, there were people that didn't like him because of him being gay. They could never say it.

Blaine was ready for a relationship. He wanted one. A real relationship with a boy he liked. He was tired of having a relationship with his hand. There were some other gay guys at Dalton, and he tried to go out with them, but none of them ever really turned into anything serious. They just weren't his type. They were cute enough, but Blaine needed more. He wanted someone to talk to that shared his interests and frankly, he wanted someone he was really attracted to. He never really found any of them attractive. Blaine bit back his sadness and looked forward to fighting tonight.

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Kurt ended up driving behind Puck and Finn. He wanted to have his car in case he chickened out and wanted to leave. After an hour of driving, they pulled up to this big brown barn. It was set back from the house and everyone was parking behind it. It looked like there were a lot of people there. Kurt was shocked. The house was a mansion and everything looked so normal. Except for the fact that a fight club was going on in a barn on the property. He wondered if the owners knew this happened or if they were even in on it. Puck's cousin, Samuel, met them outside of the building.

Puck hugged Samuel. "Hey. These are my friends Finn and Kurt."

"Is this one the new one?"

"Yeah, this is Kurt."

Samuel looked concerned. "Puck, he's going to have to fight tonight you know."

"Yeah, and he knows too. He wants to fight."

"Kurt, are you sure. You look uh.." Samuel stuttered because this guy in front of him was sort of feminine looking and he looked clean as the driven snow. He didn't want to be rude.

Kurt cut him off quickly. "Yeah. You can say it. I'm gay, but I'm not small and my arms are strong. See?" Kurt took off his jacket to show that he was in a cream colored tee shirt. His biceps were big enough and cut, but overall, Kurt's body was trim and Samuel thought he would get the crap beat out of him. "I know other than my arms, I'm kind of small, but I think I make up for it in attitude. I am tired of being pushed around and called names. I am so mad, I want to beat the crap out of someone." Kurt looked fueled. He kept picturing Karofsky and visualized that he was beating the crap out of the bigger and taller guy. Kurt could surely get a boyfriend if he could fight back better. This would be his first try at fighting back.

Samuel pulled Kurt aside. "Yeah, I get it. You're pumped up and ready, but sometimes that's not enough. This could be dangerous for someone like you." He turned to Puck because Puck would understand. "Puck, he's going to have to fight Blaine tonight. You know Blaine, right?"

"The short dark haired guy? The one that we hear started the fight club? I heard he's had boxing experience."

" one."

"Fuck…." Puck turned to Kurt and Finn. "Maybe tonight is not a good idea Kurt. I've seen Blaine fight before and he's pretty good. You'll get hurt, Kurt. You really shouldn't."

"I am so fucking tired of everyone treating me like I'm going to break! Guess what? I am not a fucking porcelain doll. I am GAY! Not a girl. I am a boy with a dick and I just because I like dick does not make me a wimp." Kurt was so angry now. He was close to punching Puck or Samuel for trying to keep him away. His face was red with anger, his voice lowered slightly. They had never seen Kurt this mad. "Take me in Samuel or I'll fight you out here."

Samuel obeyed, bringing him into the barn. "Here we are." There were already 2 guys fighting and Kurt could tell it was a brawl. Guys were screaming egging them on. He was a little scared, but at this point, he was angry and didn't much care about getting punched. At least he would feel something. If it wasn't going to be love, he might as well feel real pain. Real physical pain. Pain that he chose not that someone else decided he deserved.

Blaine spotted the four guys just entering. He knew Samuel from even before the fight club. Samuel was a bad ass around town. He was generally feared by the public school crowd. He was also rather familiar with the mohawked guy. He had been to the fight club a few times and held his own even against Jon, who was the biggest Dalton fighter. The tall goofy looking guy had fought a while ago, but just once. He actually had won.

What caught Blaine's sight was the chestnut hair, blue eyed guy with them. He was a newbie definitely, so he would have to fight. Blaine thought for sure that this guy was gay. Everything about him screamed it. His hair was impeccable, his nails looked manicured and his skin was flawless. As a gay guy went, Blaine liked what he saw. Hmm. He was intrigued and maybe a little attracted. As the boy in front of him collapsed and rolled around trying to get up, Blaine walked over to the four guys that just entered the barn. "Welcome Samuel. Will you be fighting tonight?"

"No. Not planning on it, but we'll see. You never know what the night might bring. My cousin, Puck is interested in earning a little cash to fight tonight? Anyone got some for a fight?"

"Maybe. What about him?" Blaine nodded toward Kurt. "He looks like a newbie. You know the rules. Did you let him know?"

"Yeah, he knows and he's ready to fight. Name's Kurt."

Blaine cocked an eyebrow at the pale skinned boy then walked over looking him up and down. Kurt didn't expect to see someone like this here. In his mind everyone at a fight club was going to be seedy looking and dirty. This guy was nothing like that. He had the most gorgeous golden eyes and dark curly hair. If he were gay, Kurt would definitely be hitting on him because he was definitely in the hot category in Kurt's book. "So, Kurt is it?"

"Yeah." Blaine heard his voice crack a little in response and it was high pitched. Blaine had to get his head on because he knew he announced that he would fight the next one. Suddenly, he didn't want to fight. He didn't want to hurt this gorgeous boy in front of him. Blaine was faced with beyond attraction. It figured that when Blaine was in a low point in life that this blue-eyed hot boy would enter his life. His cock was half hard just looking at Kurt. This boy definitely was hot and he was turned on for the first time in a long time.

"You ever fight before?" Blaine tried to remain cool and hoped it didn't show how suddenly he got a little sweaty at the sight.

"No, but I have a lot of pent up anger in me. I think I can hold my own." Kurt spoke confidently even though inside he was ready to puke his guts out from nerves. Blaine was the guy that they said he would fight. Kurt wondered which one was Blaine. Surely it wasn't this guy. Although, if he was going to get his ass kicked, he couldn't find a hotter piece of ass to do it.

"Really? Well, you are going to be fighting me as soon as this guy decides he's had enough and stops getting up." The guy there was a bit bloody and Kurt cringed a little, but refused to back down now. He was no coward. After all he had been through, the least he could do is take his beating. Maybe the numbness to life would go away.

"You're Blaine?"

Blaine looked at Kurt with curiosity. "Yeah, why?"

Kurt hoped his acting paid off. Coolly he stated. "No reason. Just thought Blaine would be bigger and taller." Blaine scoffed at the response.

"That stuff is overrated. I don't need that to be good. AND I am good." Blaine winked.

Kurt was baffled because he swore Blaine winked at him. Fucking hot Blaine winked at him. This was good..Uh..Oh.. Not good. Fucking hot Blaine was also excellent boxer Blaine who was now going to beat the shit out of him. What the fuck. Again. At least it's someone hot that will make me feel something tonight. Kurt just wished it was something else he would be feeling.

While Blaine and Kurt were just standing there looking at each other, Finn walked up behind Kurt. "Kurt, bro. You can leave right now. Fighting Blaine is not a good idea. Blaine is one of the heads here. He is a good fighter Kurt. I can't even bear to think of what Burt will do to me if he knows I let this happen." Finn grabbed Kurt's arm. "Come on."

Kurt jerked his arm back and kicked his converse and socks off quickly before pulling off his shirt. "Ready Blaine?" Kurt turned to Finn. "Stay out of this Finn. This is me and Blaine. If you don't want to watch? Leave!"

Blaine couldn't believe his eyes. Under that tee shirt, was a smooth chest and nice shapely strong arms. Not a powerhouse, but strong enough. Not stronger than Blaine. Feisty enough though. Blaine smirked and turned away from Kurt. There were a few reasons that Blaine didn't want to fight Kurt now. Blaine wanted Kurt. Those eyes, the hair, that chest and the arms were now emblazoned in Blaine's mind. The things he would do this boy. The last time he felt this kind of attraction turned out to be a straight guy. "Go home Kurt. Consider this your Christmas gift. We never let anyone leave." Blaine really didn't want to mar this boy's body or his impeccable face.

Kurt's face fell. He viewed this as yet another failure. Even a fight club wouldn't let him get the crap beat out of him so he could embrace the pain and the numbness. He wanted to hurt and be hurt. This was how he was planning on dealing with this holiday. The last thing he wanted to do was go back home and pine away over some straight boy at school and get beat up by superior football players who sneak up on him, not even allowing him any chance to defend himself.

Kurt followed Blaine and pushed him in the back. "What the fuck, Blaine. So, you make all the rules. I am right here and ready to fulfill my duty as a newbie and fight. If it means I fight you, then I fight you. I really could care less if you beat the crap out of me. At least I would be feeling something besides…." Loneliness rings in his head, but he doesn't say it. Kurt realized he spoke a little too much. "Nothing. Fight me dammit! I need you to fight me!" Blaine could see tears in Kurt's eyes. What the hell was so bad that this boy wanted to feel pain? Blaine wanted to reach out and hug him, not punch him.

They were off to the side by themselves at this point. Puck and Samuel held Finn back wanting to let Kurt deal with his own issue right now. Blaine stared into the eyes that were a sea of wet blue. He whispered a last plea before the entire barn knew he was here and made sure to enforce the rule. "I think the big guy is right. I think you should turn around and walk away and never come back here."

Kurt did something completely unexpected. He fisted his hand and punched Blaine square in the jaw. Blaine was actually knocked to the floor by the force. This was interesting. The other fight was still going on. Blaine and Kurt were in their own corner. Blaine stripped off his shirt and pulled his shoes off. He was still watching Kurt's reaction because Blaine was certain Kurt was gay. He noticed Kurt lick his lips slightly when he peeled his shirt off exposing his chest and six pack. Kurt stepped back in his stance with his fists up.

Blaine didn't know exactly what he would do, but he knew he had to fight Kurt now. His cock started to swell at the thought of other things he wanted to do to Kurt. One of them was definitely not hit him. "Kurt! This is crazy. You need to go home." Finn yelled a last plea.

The adrenaline was pumping through his veins now. "Too late. He is fighting me right now." Blaine took a swing at Kurt's face and Kurt ducked, but Blaine followed it up with a shot to his abdomen. Kurt took a breath in as he felt the full force of Blaine's blow. He hunched over coughing before he stood back up, clearly trying to hold in any tears from the pain and put on a tough fa�ade. Kurt brought his fists up. He wasn't cut and he could feel the pain. Kurt swung toward Blaine's jaw again grazing it as Blaine stepped back. Kurt continued forward landing a jab to Blaine cheek and then a left to Blaine side. Blaine fought back and landed a strong punch to Kurt's cheek. Kurt fell to the ground. The skin broke slightly and he knew he probably didn't want this, but he couldn't turn back now.

Most were still watching the fighting in the center of the barn. Samuel, Puck and Finn maintained their distance to Kurt, but watched in case they needed to pick him up. Kurt touched the spot and saw the blood on his hand as he was pretty enraged at Blaine. "You cut my face." Kurt lunged at Blaine tackling him to the ground as he punched Blaine in the mouth breaking his lip. Blaine looked pissed at Kurt as he flipped Kurt to the ground. It was easy enough. Kurt was very trim but those arms did pack a punch as Blaine had suspected.

Blaine punched Kurt on his jaw. Blaine didn't want to mar this boy's face any more than it was already. The adrenaline was pumping and he knew as he looked into Kurt's eyes, he wanted him and he wanted him now. Kurt is the first boy that has ever unleashed these strong feelings of desire. The last punch brought tears to Kurt's eyes. Blaine leaned down pinning Kurt's arms to the sides of his head. "Please quit." Blaine pleaded. "Please say you quit. I don't want to hurt you anymore."

Kurt was perplexed. "Why? Why would you want to spare me when you know you take me? I need this, Blaine. I need the pain."

Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes. "Because I'm gay too. I would really like to talk to you outside of all this." Kurt was shocked that this gorgeous human being was gay and possibly attracted to him and wanted to talk to him. Kurt decided that it was worth a chance. Kurt was attracted to him. Even a one night stand might be worth it to lick this boys lips. Kurt was half hard thinking about it and he decided Blaine could do anything he wanted to him tonight. If he had to lay himself out like a wanton whore, he would do it to have this gorgeous boy touch him and make him feel something.

"You're going to have to punch me hard to get me to stay down and make it believable. So get on with it. Punch me hard." Blaine did just that. He landed a blow to Kurt's solar plexus and knocked the wind out of him. He was not acting. He rolled on his side and clutched his chest trying to get a breath in. "I can't breathe."

Blaine panicked and got off of Kurt. Kurt was making a choking sound and his breathing was coming out in gasps. The fighting everywhere else stopped because the noises coming from Kurt's mouth were loud and jagged. Blaine jumped off of him rolling Kurt onto his back. "Hey. Breathe. Slow down and take a deep breath." Suddenly, Finn was at Kurt's side. Blaine was yelling. "Everyone get the hell out of here." The fight club was starting to scatter because no one wanted to be there if someone died or if they had to call an ambulance. Blaine pushed Finn back a bit. "Give him some space so he can catch his breath." Kurt started to slow down a bit and was breathing a bit better, yet still gasping.

"Kurt. You okay?" Blaine looked concerned and Finn didn't know what to make of it.

"Finn. Get the hell out of here. I'm going to be okay." Kurt looked like he was coming out of whatever it was that was happening. Blaine began to recognize this as an act.

Puck sighed. "I guess there goes my fight for money tonight."

"Why don't you guys take off? I'll make sure Kurt is okay. I feel kind of bad. He really wasn't cut out for this. I think I just knocked the wind out of him." Blaine looked nice enough.

Finn took a defensive position. Even though he stood a good 6 inches taller, Blaine was well known for his fighting ability. "I don't think so. Kurt is my brother." Blaine's confusion clearly made itself known. "By marriage. My mom and his dad."

Blaine pulled out his Dalton Academy ID. "Look, I go to Dalton. I just do this to blow off steam for fun. I will even give you my cell phone number. I promise you, I'm actually a straight 'A' prep school boy as are most of the guys that come here. The constant prep school mentality leaves us with some needs to let loose."

Puck stepped forward. "Listen prep school.. I'll come after you if you hurt my boy. I don't mind doing another stint in Juvie for my boy Kurt."

"Guys. I'll be fine. I just need a little time here before I get up. I promise you I'll be okay. I won't leave until I am ready or I'll call you." He was still making gasping noises, but further apart and not so loud and abrupt.

"Finn. What's you cell number?" Finn gave it to him and he called Finn. "So you have my number now, right? When does he have to be home?"

"He doesn't. We said we were staying at Samuel's. Are we still?"

"Yeah."

"What's you address?" Blaine pulled his phone back out to type in an address. Samuel gave it to him. "I'll make sure he gets there."

Kurt turned to them. "I'll be okay in a few minutes. Promise." They turned to make sure Kurt wasn't worried and when they saw no signs they were out the door.

As soon as they were evidently gone. Blaine turned to Kurt. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Well. I'm a good actor and I got what I wanted. I want to know why you wanted to talk to me outside of all of this."