"So, I'd like to welcome you all back and I hope you had a good Winter break." Principal Figgins said into the microphone as the students sat in their seats, many of them failing to keep their eyes open. "Okay, now, all of you, go back to your normal classes and try to hide the fact that you're all falling asleep. Please, I don't want to have to talk to all of you for sleeping in class - that lecture is just boring." Principal Figgins then turned and flicked a hand over his shoulder in a shooing motion.

As Kurt made his way to Spanish, he felt a hand land on his shoulder. His heart started hammering heavily in his chest as he thought about all of the possible people that could be standing behind him. Turning, he tried to calm his heart as he said "Oh, hey, Finn."

"Hey. Ummm, Beiste wants to see you at lunch;" Finn told his step-brother, "she said not to be late." Nodding, Kurt asked why. "She didn't say, only told me to tell you what I did."

"Okay. Thanks, Finn." Kurt then smiled politely before jogging lightly to try and get to Spanish on time. He didn't want a tardy on the first day of the new semester, Kurt was a good student.

Kurt rapped his knuckles on the door a few times before a strong 'come in', echoed to his ears. "You, er, wanted to see me, Coach Beiste?"

"Yes, Kurt. I did, still do, actually." The broad woman said, walking away from her desk and towards him. "You see, we need you." She placed her hand on his shoulder, "We need you back."

The flutter Kurt felt in his stomach made him smile as he said "Who needs me back?"

"The team." A puzzled look tickled Kurt's features and prompted the woman to elaborate. "The one you got to dance to Single Ladies on the field?"

"Oh, the football team!" Kurt rolled his eyes to himself as if it were so obvious that even Brittany would have known.

"Yeah. Well, since you left, we've been, well, I s'pose you could we've been pretty awful. I mean, the only game we won was by default due to injury. Anyway, yeah, I'm asking if you'll join the football team again. You'll get extra credit and I'll m-"

"I'll do it!" Kurt said, grinning as he cut off his coach.

"Great. So, you'll come to practise tonight?" The woman standing before him seemed genuinely excited.

"Well, I... I'm sup-" Kurt looked down at his feet awkwardly. He'd planned to meet up with Blaine after school and they were going to Blaine's house. "Sure, I'll be there."

"Okay, good. And I'll let you in to a little secret: I don't know what we would've done if you'd have said no." Coach Beiste confessed, her eyes darting away from his a few times.

"Ummm... thanks. Well, I'm gonna' get going, I've got a few calls to make. See you tonight, Coach." Kurt sent her a warm smile before making his way to the door, the cogs in his mind reeled with guilt about having to cancel on his boyfriend, and wondering whether he'd be okay with it - hoping he would. He didn't want to hurt Blaine, but he couldn't abandon the team either.

Kurt made his way to the choir room, knowing it would be empty at this time of lunch. He sat down on one of the plastic chairs and pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and pressing speed-dial number seven (because it was his favourite number), and waited until he heard Blaine saying "Hey! What are you calling for? Not that I don't love hearing your voice - I really do - but it's just that we're meeting up later and-"

"Yeah, About that..."

"What about it?" Blaine's tone had changed, it was a little more worried rather than confused.

"I... ummm, I kind of have to cancel."

"Why?"

"I'm on the football team again and-"

"Isn't Karofsky on the team, too?" Blaine's voice was serious as he enquired about Dave.

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts. Kurt, he threatened to kill you! What part of that doesn't bother you?"

"I know. But we sort-"

"Seriously? You're letting it slip? You're honestly too good for your own kind, baby." Kurt noticed that Blaine's voice was softer, and a little sad almost.

"No. It sticks with me, the stuff he did - it always will - but I won't let it stop me living my life. I enjoy playing football - it's one of the few things I'm good at - and I won't let one guy that's hiding in the closet stop me from enjoying my life." Kurt took several deep breaths, each heavy as he became angry after thinking about what Dave had done to him. How he had scared him, belittled him, threatened him, made him feel worthless, like he was a burden to keep on the Earth, and when he made his fear for his life. Yes, he was still terrified of Dave, but he also knew that Dave was scared of him. Why? Because Kurt knew his secret, and it scared little Dave to think that Kurt could easily tell someone and change his life for ever.

"Kurt? Are you still there?" Blaine's voice being emitted from the speaker of his phone pulled him away from his thoughts.

"Yeah. Yeah, sorry, I got distracted. What were you saying?" Kurt muttered, feeling slightly awkward. He'd just realised how he held Dave's life - well, in the little bully's eyes, anyway - in his hand and how easily he could ruin the little jock.

"I said, how about I pick you up after practise and we can go back to mine?"

"Ummm, yeah, sounds great. Practise runs until four forty five. I'll meet you in the front parking lot at five, ten past?"

"I look forward to it. I'll bring your helmet and jacket."

Kurt smiled to himself when he thought about having to cling to a leather-clad Blaine for thirty minutes. "Me too." He said just as the bell to signal the end of lunch rang. "Okay, I'll see you then. Love you."

"Love you more." Blaine shot back.

Yes, Kurt had won. "Love you most!" Victory!

"No. Not possible, my friend."

"Oh? And why's that?" Kurt wanted to hear what Blaine had to say to that.

"Because I love you more than I've ever loved anyone - and you know how much I love Mister Schneebley!"

Kurt giggled when he thought about the ragged, green stuffed rabbit with the missing ear. "I've never loved anyone more than I have you, either. So, I guess we'll have to settle this later, okay?"

Kurt could hear the grin in Blaine's voice as he said "Of course. Now, run off to class, my little wood nymph, we don't want a tardy, do we?"

"Oh, shush, Frodo! I'm going now; I love you." Kurt heard Blaine say he loved him back before he hung up and chuckled about how he called Blaine Frodo. It was only because he was short and had made him think of Frodo the hobbit. This was because of his dark, curly hair; the dark, curly hair that Kurt loved to run his fingers through when it was slightly unkempt after his boyfriend had taken off his bike helmet.

When Kurt got into his Science class five minutes late, he apologised to his teacher before scurrying to his seat and delving into the work book he had been given. As Kurt progressed through the book in good time, his thoughts kept on drifting back and forth between Blaine and Dave. Blaine was worried about him, scared for him almost. He did wonder if Dave would try anything while he was at practise. Would there be any considerably rougher tackles? Would he play fair? Should Kurt make something of it or just ignore it? So many thoughts went through his mind at that moment.

"All right, ladies, gimme' two more laps of the field before we get in to a game!" Coach Beiste's voice bellowed across the pitch. When the final echo had voiced itself and left, the team started to run about the perimeter of the school playing field that was currently decorated with the lines of a football field.

Kurt stood by Coach Beiste and the three other team mates, taking the time to catch their breath as the rest of the team made their way towards them. When Kurt had finally evened out his breathing, he noticed that all but two of the team had completed laps. The final two came in and Coach Beiste told half of the guys to put bibs on and get into position. Kurt noticed Dave pulling on a bib, like himself. He was surprised by the small sigh of relief that left his lips when he saw this.

"How did I know you wouldn't just walk out with towel-dried hair all messed up, like the others?" Blaine asked, smiling as he saw Kurt walked out of the school looking like he hadn't just played football for over an hour.

"Because you know I'm not like the rest of them?" Kurt replied meekly.

"Just the way I like you."

"Oh, so you only like me?"

"I dunno'. Maybe, maybe not. You know, I swear we had something to settle, from earlier, at mine?"

"Refresh me?" Kurt did love playing dumb with Blaine. It was more that he wanted to hear Blaine say that it was about them needing to find out who loved each other more, not liked.

"Nah, I'll just let you find out for yourself." Blaine smiled cheekily at Kurt, winking, before he went over to his motor bike, unlocked the seat, lifted it up and pulled out Kurt's leather jacket that was similar to Blaine's. He handed it to Kurt before picking the dark blue helmet up from the floor and passing it to Kurt once he had pulled on his jacket. Blaine chuckled at Kurt's reluctance to put the helmet on. He moved closer to Kurt, and ran his hand through his boyfriend's hair, messing it up, before whispering "I love it when you hair's a mess.", in to Kurt's ear and pressing a kiss on spot behind it.

Kurt smiled and put the helmet on, saying "Ah! My hair's never a mess!", as he did so.

Blaine laughed and pulled his own red helmet on.

As Blaine took the quickest way back to his house, Kurt clung to him, his arms wrapped tightly about his waist and his chin resting on his shoulder. Oh, how he loved it when Blaine picked him up. When they turned into Blaine's drive, Kurt smiled to himself. He enjoyed spending time at Blaine's house, it always had that smell, a smell that Kurt couldn't describe - well, only that he adored it - that Blaine had. It was his favourite smell next to the coconut-y smell that he remembered inhaling when he hugged his mother.

Kurt pulled his helmet off and smiled when he saw Blaine standing with his helmet under his arm, his jacket open, his hair mussed and a cheeky smile on his lips - his gorgeous, kissable lips, in Kurt's eyes. "How awful?" Kurt asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Anything but, my love." Blaine answered, the smile still apparent on his lips.

Kurt smiled, shaking his head slowly, and said "Don't lie."

"Would I ever?" Kurt cocked an eyebrow and put a hand on his hip. "I'm shocked that you'd even think such a thing!" He put a hand to his mouth and gasped, pretending to be shocked and hurt. Kurt's stance didn't change in the least and Blaine eventually said "Okay, come here.", rolling his eyes.

Obliging, Kurt stepped towards his boyfriend.

Once he had put his helmet on the floor, Blaine tip-toed so that he was face to face with Kurt, and began to mess about with Kurt's hair, moving odd pieces here and there. When he'd finished, he leant forward and pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips before stepping back and going towards the front door.

After getting a drink and putting their jackets and helmets into the cloakroom, the boys made their way up the large staircase and towards the 'west wing', as Blaine's family's help liked to call it. The first time Kurt had seen Blaine's home, well, let's just say that his reaction made the Titanic crashing into the ice berg see like a dinghy getting a tiny puncture. Blaine's parents both worked in high-paying, demanding jobs. Both of them were bankers and had to travel across numerous towns each day, so they were rarely home when Blaine was. His parents employed cleaners, cooks, gardeners and drivers. Of course, Blaine never wanted the help of these people, he was much happier to wash a few dishes; order a take-away or cook a simple meal; spend an afternoon with Kurt sorting the garden (even if this ended in water fights and rolling topless on the grass in the hot Ohio sun); and ride his bike, than have the 'help' do it all for him. And, the up-side to Blaine having his bike was that he liked trying to fix it when it needed it, and Kurt always got to see Blaine all sweaty and grease-covered. Kurt did love that Blaine would rather act like any average teenager than an upper class banker's son that sees himself above everyone else. Kurt was thankful that Blaine was like that, or he never would have met the man whom he loved so much.

Soon, Kurt and Blaine were sat eating Chinese take-out from the cartons and watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. The couple had started a 'Potterthon', and would watch one of the Harry Potter movies while eating take-out on Blaine's bed. Half of the time, they would sit and talk about how the film differed from the book.

The credits rolled down the screen and Blaine asked "Do you remember?", as he threaded his fingers through Kurt's hair. When they'd finished their food, right about the time Hagrid put Harry on Buckbeak's back, they assumed their position; Blaine would pile pillows behind his back and lay so that he was half-sitting and half-laying, Kurt would rest his head on the right side of Blaine's chest and wrap his arm around his lover's waist, Blaine would either run his fingers through Kurt's hair or wrap his arm around Kurt's waist, or rest his hand on Kurt's own.

"Remember what?" Kurt was utterly confused as to what he was on about. What did he have to remember? Earlier he had known, and was simply playing dumb, but now he honestly couldn't remember. Was it Blaine's birthday? No. No, Kurt would have remembered that, and would have had the present chosen out and beautifully wrapped months in advance.

"I guess not." Blaine said as he tugged lightly on a lock of Kurt's hair. "Think back to the phone call." Kurt's expression was blank so Blaine carried on, "I love you,"

"I love you more." Kurt shot back instantly.

"Love you most." Blaine grinned. "And this is what we had to settle: who loves who more? You up for it?"

Kurt looked up at his boyfriend to see the glint in his eyes as a cheeky grin sat on his lips. Kurt shrugged against Blaine's chest, looking innocent and meek. He then started to undo the bottom button of Blaine's shirt, barely brushing his finger tips against his skin. He made his way to the top so that he was straddling Blaine's hips and had his chest pressed against his boyfriend's. Kurt moved his head closer to Blaine's neck, making sure to breathe through his mouth. Then, with some skill from Kurt, he undid Blaine's top button with his teeth and tongue, keeping his head close to the base of Blaine's neck and running his tongue against his Adam's apple lightly. Upon hearing Blaine suck his breath in quickly, Kurt smiled in satisfaction, and grazed his teeth over the same spot, stopping to suck gently on the skin.

Oh, God, what was Kurt doing to him? Did he not know how much he was affecting Blaine? His 'jewels' were getting excited and aroused, and his breathing began to quicken. Soon, he couldn't take it any more, and flipped Kurt's body off of his own and beside him on the bed. He then put a leg on either side of Kurt's stomach and put some of his weight on the beautiful boy beneath him. His heart was racing and he didn't know what was going to happen. Would they? Wouldn't they? Did Kurt want to? Would he ever? Blaine stopped thinking and crashed his lips to Kurt's, placing one hand on his chest and cupping his right cheek with the other.

Kurt was shocked, that was the only way to phrase it. When Blaine pushed him away, Kurt didn't know what to think, his mind sort of went blank. But then their lips met, and Kurt saw red fireworks: Catherine wheels, rockets, fire crackers, and screamers. He felt his heart flutter and his stomach flip as he saw the beautiful explosions. And the fireworks display only became more extravagant as Kurt's lips reacted. Blaine had soon deepened the kiss by running his tongue along Kurt's upper lip, being the gentleman he always was, requesting entrance to Kurt's mouth. Kurt teased him for a moment, moving his lips but keeping his mouth closed. Blaine's tongue soon became impatient and repeated the request. Eventually, Kurt opened his mouth and the couple's tongues collided, dancing the dances of experts - the ones that dared to push their limits. The kiss became hungrier and the Oxygen started to lack. Kurt pulled away and Blaine rained butterfly kisses along his jaw, mumbling about how much he loved Kurt and wanted him between kisses, while Kurt pushed Blaine's open shirt over his shoulders and Blaine moved his arms to let it fall.

Did Kurt want it to go this far? His hands were running across Blaine's bare chest and he felt his boyfriend's hands sliding his shirt up his chest, all rational thoughts - not that there were many of those - were out of the window. Both boys groaned in pleasure as the friction they felt as their jean-covered cocks rubbed against each other's made them tingle with pleasure.

Kurt was pushing Blaine's body off of his own and getting onto his knees, his and Blaine's lips meeting again, and the hands were moving his shirt up his body again. Kurt cursed himself for not wearing the button up that he'd decided against that morning. Blaine's hands continued to move Kurt's shirt, and soon his arms were in the air as Blaine removed the item of clothing in the way of the flesh-on-flesh contact that they both craved.

Their chests were pressed together as the kisses became shorter and more carnivorous; quicker, harder bites were placed on lips, and lips barely touched as tongues met momentarily; they were more desperate and needed. It was like they were two starved men and each kiss gave them the nutrition and fulfilment. Blaine's hands gripped Kurt's shoulder blades, sometimes moving lower and trailing circles at the small of Kurt's back. Whilst Blaine's hands roamed and the boys' lips stayed locked, Kurt's hands were further exploring Blaine's chest and tugging at his belt loops. Soon, Blaine's hands were resting underneath Kurt's waistband and were moving his pants down his hips slowly, brushing against the fabric of his boxers where his hip bones were closest to each other.

Kurt was loving it, but was it what he wanted?