Road To Love: Chapter 16

Kurt showed up at Blaine's room early so he could speak to his boyfriend alone.

"Dave, do you mind giving us five minutes? I just have to talk to Blaine for a sec."

"Sure, no problem," Dave said, heading out of the room.

Blaine sat up on his bed, placing his homework on his bedside table. Kurt walked over to him and sat next to him, leaning over to kiss him softly. Blaine smiled against Kurt's lips.

"Are you gonna tell me what this big meeting thing is all about?"

Kurt chuckled. "Gosh, you're impatient," he teased. "I have some news and I wanted to tell everyone together. Except for you – I thought I'd break it to you first, I don't want you to be upset."

Blaine frowned. "Why would I be upset?"

Kurt took a deep breath, staring at his lap as he talked. "My dad called, and said that Mr Figgins and Dave's dad talked to the footballers who used to bully me. After being threatened with expulsion they agreed to a truce, which means it's safe for me to go back to McKinley. I love you so much, Blaine, and it's been amazing getting to spend time here with you, but I miss living at home with my dad, and I miss my friends. Dalton's been great, but it doesn't feel quite right here. So I told my dad that I'd go back to McKinley after next week. I hope you understand."

Kurt turned to look at Blaine, expecting to see disappointment on his face. However, he didn't look disappointed – he looked happy. He was smiling widely, and although there was a hint of sadness to his smile, it was a good sadness. It was he kind of sadness that meant that he cared about Kurt and would miss him, but he knew that this was what was best.

"I'm sorry," Kurt whispered.

"Don't apologise," Blaine said, shuffling closer to Kurt and wrapping an arm around his waist. "You transferred here because you didn't really have a choice. It has been wonderful having you here, but I could tell that it wasn't really working for you. Dalton doesn't really give you the chance to shine as brightly as you can. You belong at McKinley, with your friends. And as for me, well, we'll still be seeing each other regularly, if not every day. I'm not going to let a little distance get in the way of what we have."

"Have I ever told you that you are actually the best boyfriend in the entire world?" Kurt asked, moving to climb onto Blaine's lap.

"Mmm, you may have mentioned it," Blaine teased, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and pulling him closer, "but feel free to remind me as many times as you like."

Kurt kissed his boyfriend passionately, trying to convey all the love and gratitude he was feeling. Blaine leaned back so that his back was resting on the pillows, Kurt's seated comfortably on his lap with his legs hanging off the edge of the bed.

There was a knock at the door. Kurt broke the kiss reluctantly.

"It's unlocked!" Blaine called, and in came Dave, who looked a little unsure over whether he was actually supposed to be there. He was closely followed by David, Wes, Nick and Jeff.

"Aww, look at you two all cuddly and cute," David cooed.

"Should I go…?" Dave asked, looking a little uncomfortable.

"No, no, it's fine. Please stay," Kurt said, gesturing to Dave's bed. Dave sat down with a grateful smile on his face.

David and Wes promptly plonked themselves down on the bed next to him, and Dave looked at them in surprise.

"Hi," Wes said, extending his hand to Dave. "I'm Wes."

Dave shook the offered hand. "Hi. My name's Dave."

"Me too!" David piped up with a grin. "Well, technically it's David, but I'm guessing Dave is short for David, so it still counts."

"David?"

"Yes, Wes?"

"Nobody cares."

"Bite me."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Wes, David, stop bickering," Kurt said as Nick and Jeff came to sit next to him and Blaine on the bed. They immediately curled up next to each other. Kurt saw Dave look at the boys in surprise and smile.

"Are we having a party?" Nick asked, as Jeff nuzzled into his side.

"Nobody told me this was a party!" David exclaimed. "Should I have brought my M&M stash?"

"Sorry, but this is not a party," Kurt said, ignoring the boys' disappointed groans. "This is an official meeting."

"I'll go get my gavel," Wes said, but before he could stand up, David grabbed his arm to hold him in place.

"So help me Wesley, if you don't stop using that gavel at every given opportunity, I will shove it up your-"

"David, you're just jealous that I get to be the one to man the gavel."

"They only gave it to you because you're a power-hungry little shit."

"Guys, enough!" Blaine said, as David and Wes glared at each other. "I believe Kurt was trying to say something."

"Yes," Kurt said, breathing a sigh of relief. "First things first, I have an announcement to make. I'm transferring back to McKinley."

Cries of disappointment filled the air at Kurt's announcement, and Kurt cringed.

"Guys," Blaine said, his voice stern, "come on. Trust me, I know how awesome Kurt is, but we all know that McKinley is where he belongs."

There were a few mutters from around the room. "I guess you're right," David sighed, pouting. "But I'll miss you, bro."

"We all will," Jeff agreed.

"Thank you," Kurt said, looking at each boy in turn with a grateful and affectionate smile. "I'll miss you all too."

"When are you leaving?" Wes asked.

"Next Friday," Kurt said. "Which brings me to the second reason I called you all here today: I need people who can help me to get revenge on someone by the name of Sebastian Smythe."

The room immediately erupted into excited chatter.

"What?" Blaine hissed into Kurt's ear, not angry, but clearly surprised. "Babe, what's going on here?"

"I'll explain in a minute," Kurt whispered back.

"SILENCE!" Wes yelled, and everybody immediately quietened down to listen to him, out of habit if not genuine curiosity. "I would just like to say, Kurt," Wes said, "that you have my full support on this. I can't stand that boy."

"I agree," Nick said. "He's such an arrogant man-whore."

"Don't you mean a 'stupid hoe'?" David piped up, smirking at Nick. Nick threw one of Blaine's pillows at him.

"Guys," Blaine whined, looking a little distraught, "am I missing something here? He's…a little intense, and a tad over-confident, but he's not that bad. He's always been really nice to me."

"That's because he wants to get in your pants, bro," David stated calmly.

Blaine let out an undignified squawk, looking at Kurt in panic. "He does not!"

"Yes, honey, he really does," Kurt stated patiently. "You're very trusting and forgiving and amazingly kind, Blaine, and I absolutely love that about you. You always see the best in people – which, at times, means that you can be completely clueless."

Blaine spluttered, looking completely confused. " But - but why would he even-? He knows that we're together, Kurt."

"I know, but he doesn't seem to care," Kurt said with a frown. "To be honest, he's sort of been hitting on me too, when he's not insulting me - although he seems to be particularly intent on getting to you. You're always really nice and friendly towards him, and I think he actually mistakes it for flirting – he wouldn't be the first person to do so."

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, looking bewildered.

"Well, for example, the first time you ever met Rachel she thought you might have been flirting with her. But anyway, that's beside the point. What I'm trying to say here is that Sebastian is an ass and we need to teach him a lesson."

"Kurt, I really don't think that's necessary -"

"Dave," Kurt said, cutting Blaine off and turning to the other boy, who had been looking on in silence. He jumped slightly at being directly addressed. "Why don't you tell Blaine and the others what you told me?" Kurt asked.

Dave nodded. "Yeah, okay," he said, and he reiterated the entire story again for the boys to hear. There were several angry cries, and by the end of the story, Wes was red-faced with anger and David was muttering violent threats under his breath. Kurt looked over at Blaine to see that he was shaking slightly, his lips pressed together in a tight line.

"Honey?" Kurt asked, squeezing Blaine's body a little. Blaine looked up to meet Kurt's eyes, and nodded his head almost imperceptibly.

"Let's do this," he whispered.

The whole room cheered, and Kurt couldn't help but giggle at their enthusiasm.

"I'm so keen to get this guy," Nick said, grinning. "I hate him so much. The other day I was going to get some canvases from the store room for Mr Brooks, and I saw Sebastian leaving The Attic, and Adam left after him, running down the hall in the opposite direction, and he was crying. I mean, he was bawling his eyes out."

"Oh my god," David gasped. "Cute little sophomore Adam? The adorable, sweet, quiet one with the curly brown hair and the enormous eyes? That Adam?"

"That's the one," Nick said, and Blaine let out a sad sigh beside Kurt's ear.

"Wait, wait," Kurt said, looking at Nick in confusion. "What do you mean? What attic?"

"Well, it's not actually an attic," Nick explained. "It's this room up on the fifth floor of the East building. The fifth floor is basically just used for storage so hardly anyone ever goes up there. There's this one room that only has a couple of old couches and stuff in it and it's basically never used so a couple of years back, some students stole the key. After that the key got passed around and heaps of students made copies, so now, like, half the student body has a key to this room, which we call The Attic, because 'the place we go to hook up' would be too obvious if the teachers heard us talking about it."

"So…it's like, a sex room?"

Nick snorted. "That's…a gross way of putting it, but yeah. Mostly it's just used by guys who want to sneak their girlfriends up there for a quickie, since the dorm buildings are off-limits to girls. But Sebastian is a sleaze-ball, so no wonder he brings guys up there. I can't believe he'd do that to Adam, though. The kid is seriously one of the nicest guys I've ever met. I don't know what Sebastian said to convince him to sleep with him, but he's just a spoiled brat that goes around hurting people for fun. He needs to get some sort of consequence, for once in his life."

Kurt found himself suddenly struck with a wave of inspiration.

"Guys, I think I have an idea," he said with a sly smile. "It will be a long shot, but Sebastian is so cocky that I think he might actually fall for it."

Kurt launched into an explanation of his plan, and by the end of it, the boys were grinning widely, their eyes glinting mischievously. Even Dave looked excited. Blaine, however, was concerned.

"Kurt, I'm not sure I can do this," he said. "I'm not a very good actor."

Kurt snorted. "Bullshit, I've seen the video of your elementary school play. You're a natural."

"That was elementary school!" Blaine whined. "I played a tree!"

"A talking tree."

"Kurt!"

"Oh, come on, Blaine. Please try?" Kurt pouted.

"Not fair," Blaine mumbled. "You know I can't resist the pout."

Kurt smirked. "So you'll do it?"

Blaine let out a long, exaggerated sigh. "Fine," he said, and Kurt clapped his hands excitedly.

"Okay, Blaine, I'm going to tell you exactly what you need to say. You might want to write this down…"

Early on Monday morning, Sebastian awoke suddenly to the sound of Kurt crying out in frustration.

"What the fuck is your problem, Hummel?" He groaned, pulling his pillow up to cover his ears.

"You would know!" Kurt snapped, marching over to stand by Sebastian's bed and glaring down at him furiously. Then he reached out his hand, and slapped him hard across the face.

"Oh my god!" Sebastian yelled, bolting upright and pressing a hand to his stinging cheek. "Did you just slap me?"

"Are you happy now?" Kurt yelled, hitting Sebastian over the head.

"Ow!"

"You got what you wanted, congratulations!"

"Jesus, you're such a drama queen – WILL YOU STOP HITTING ME?"

"You stole my boyfriend; I'll hit you as much as I fucking want to!"

"Wait, what?" Sebastian asked as clambered out of his bed, his arms bent over his head to shield himself from Kurt's blows. "What do you mean I stole your…?"

"Blaine broke up with me!" Kurt was crying now, tears streaming down his red face. "He just text me that he doesn't want to be with me anymore, and it's all your fault! I fucking hate you, Sebastian Smythe!"

With that, Kurt turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, still in his pyjamas. He slammed the door loudly behind him, leaving Sebastian alone in the room.

Holy shit, Sebastian thought to himself, his head whirring. Blaine and Kurt broke up. Then Kurt's words began to sink in, and Sebastian's lips curled up in his signature smirk. He said it was because of me.

Blaine is as good as mine.

Blaine wrung his hands together nervously as he headed down the halls of Dalton Academy on Tuesday afternoon. Classes had finished for the day and he had Warblers practice to attend.

He and Kurt had been over what he had to do several times, he just hoped he could pull it off and maintain some semblance of dignity.

He entered the practice hall five minutes late to find all the Warblers already there. They greeted him cheerfully – all except Kurt, who pointedly avoided eye contact, and Sebastian, who looked him up and down like he was a juicy piece of meat.

"Blaine," David said, "I believe you have prepared a number for us?"

Blaine gulped. "That's right," he said, doing his best to arrange his face into a smirk cocky enough to rival Sebastian's.

"Nick, Jeff, care to start me off?"

Once Nick and Jeff began harmonizing, it didn't take long for the rest of the Warblers to pick up on the song and join in. Blaine noticed a few of them look at Kurt with cheeky grins on their faces, obviously thinking that Blaine was about to direct the song at him - which made the next part of what he was about to do even harder.

As Blaine broke into Robin Thicke's When I Get You Alone, he forced himself to maintain eye contact with Sebastian as he sang.

The boy's jaw just about hit the floor, before he seemed to get a hold of himself and put his smirk back into place. His eyes glinted dangerously as Blaine did his best to be sexy and flirty, and when he sang the line about keeping your toys in the drawer tonight, Sebastian shot a gloating look at Kurt, who was glaring daggers at him from across the room. Blaine felt a stab of rage, but he forced himself to continue, dancing around Sebastian and swaying his hips suggestively.

The Warblers seemed to have caught on to what was happening, and they did not look happy. Blaine knew he'd have some explaining to do once this was all over.

Blaine winked at Sebastian as he finished the song, before taking a seat and wishing he could sink into the floor for the rest of the practice.

"Fuck," Kurt hissed, grinding his hips down onto Blaine's.

Blaine moaned loudly as Kurt licked and sucked at his neck, just softly enough not to leave marks. He tilted his head to the side to give his boyfriend better access.

"That was so hot, Blaine," Kurt said. "Fuck, you did so good."

Blaine whimpered as Kurt nibbled on his ear. "You think he fell for it, then?"

"Are you kidding?" Kurt whispered, pulling at Blaine's tie to loosen it. "There was a puddle of drool in his lap. At least, I think it was drool."

Blaine barked out a laugh, grabbing Kurt's ass and pulling him closer.

"Clothes. Off. Now," Blaine hissed into his boyfriend's ear, scrambling to pull his jacket off his shoulders and tossing it off the side of the bed.

"Mmm," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's collarbone. "You were thinking about me when you sang that song, right?"

Blaine reached down to rub Kurt through his pants, and he let out a high-pitched, needy moan.

"Of course."

On Wednesday, Blaine saw Sebastian several times in the halls between classes, and each time he made a point of smiling at the boy, hoping that it came across as confident and sexy. The hardest part was not being able to be with Kurt outside of his dorm room, but he knew it would be worth it.

In the evening, Blaine and Kurt found themselves cuddled up in Blaine's bed yet again, relaxing in the afterglow of a couple of amazing orgasms.

As Blaine stroked Kurt's hair, he decided to bring up the thought that had been nagging at him ever since Kurt had told him he was going back to McKinley.

"I think I should transfer to McKinley with you," he blurted out, and he felt Kurt tense in his arms.

His boyfriend tilted his head to look up at him, his glasz eyes wide with shock. "What?"

"Well, I was just thinking," Blaine stammered, "that it seemed like the best solution. I love you. Like, more than anything in the world. I want to be close to you. If I went to McKinley, not only would we be going to the same school, but we'd live so much closer to each other, and I'd get to move back home which would make my mom ecstatic. I don't want to stay here with Sebastian – I mean, sure, our little revenge plot will cut him down a few pegs for a while, but how long will that last? Soon enough he's going to be back to his arrogant self and annoying the crap out of me."

"But what about your friends? The Warblers?"

"I love my friends, but I'll still see them. The Warblers are great, but so are New Directions. And I'm friends with some of them, too."

"I don't want you to leave your friends for me, Blaine."

Blaine sighed and tightened his arm around Kurt, pulling him closer to his chest. "I want to do this, Kurt. It feels right. Dalton was a safe haven for me after being bullied, but I feel like it's time to move on now. I want to do this, for me, because I can't stand to be apart from the person I love."

Kurt's eyes welled up with tears, and he smiled widely, turning over to kiss Blaine deeply.

"Wait, what will your parents say?" He asked when he pulled away.

Blaine bit his lip nervously. "I sort of…already…asked them," he said, leaning in to kiss Kurt again when he opened his mouth to protest. "Don't be mad. I just…I knew what I wanted. My mom agreed immediately. My dad…wasn't exactly happy, but I pulled the whole 'I ran away from my old school because I didn't have the courage to stand up for myself' thing, and after my mom talked to him, I guess he realised that he couldn't keep me here against my will. I'm going home the same day as you."

Kurt's eyes widened. "That soon?"

"Yeah."

"The awesome foursome will be devastated."

Blaine chuckled to himself. "Yeah, they will be. But they'll understand."

"You already told them, didn't you?"

Blaine swallowed guiltily. "I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be. It was always your decision, not mine."

Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head. "You're amazing, you know that?"

Kurt sighed, and leaned down to rest his head against Blaine's chest again. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

"I hate you."

"Oh, shut up."

On Thursday afternoon, Blaine cornered Sebastian after English.

"Hey, babe," Sebastian crooned. "How about you quit playing hard to get and kick Liberace out of your room tonight so I can come over?"

"Sorry," Blaine said, "no can do. Dave won't agree to that, I don't think he likes you very much."

Sebastian snorted. "Wonder why that is."

"No idea. But anyway, we can't do anything in my room. Or yours, obviously."

"Weeell," Sebastian drawled, "in that case, what's say you meet me in The Attic tonight? Seven-ish?"

Blaine shook his head. "History essay. How about tomorrow, as soon as class lets out?"

Sebastian raised his eyebrows for a second before smirking. "Sure," he said. "I'm going to give you the best hour of your life, Anderson." He ran his hand down the length of Blaine's tie, before turning around and sauntering off down the hall.

Blaine shuddered as he pulled out his phone.

To: Kurt

He totally took the bait.

From: Kurt

Really? That easy?

To: Kurt

Yup. He's so far up himself I don't even know what he needs me for.

From: Kurt

Oh my god. Blaine, that was a terrible joke. Besides, he's definitely a top.

Did you talk to David and Wes?

To: Kurt

Yep. The mass text is set to go out at around 3:30. Enough time, do you reckon?

From: Kurt

Perfect. Meet me in your room after class?

To: Kurt

You bet ;)

When the bell finally rang to signal the end of class on Friday, Blaine's stomach was twisting with nerves. A part of him felt slightly bad for what he was about to do, but then he remembered everything that Sebastian had done to Kurt, and Adam, and the guilt disappeared.

He hid in the bathroom and waited for about ten minutes before his phone buzzed with the text he had been waiting for.

From: Sebasstard

Where are you? I'm waiting…

To: Sebasstard

I'll be there in five minutes, I'm in the bathroom getting myself ready for you ;) You'd better be naked when I arrive. I've been thinking about riding you all day.

From: Sebasstard

Fuck. I'm hard as a rock. Hurry your sweet ass up.

Blaine rolled his eyes and headed to the mostly-empty staircase that would lead him to The Attic.

When he arrived, he knocked on the door, as was the rule.

"Come in," a voice called. Blaine took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Sebastian was lying sprawled on a large red couch in the middle of the room, facing Blaine. He was completely naked. 

Blaine pictured Kurt in his mind, trying to force himself to look turned on. Kurt, beautiful and naked and sweaty, writhing on top of him…

Yup, Blaine thought, feeling his mouth go dry with arousal. That'll just about do it.

Sebastian was smirking at the expression on Blaine's face.

"Are you just going to stand there drooling, Anderson, or are you going to come over here and make good on your promise?"

Blaine slowly walked further into the room, eyes darting around quickly in search of... Aha!

Sebastian's clothes were folded neatly on one of the other three couches in the large room. He quickly judged the distance between that couch and the door, and the couch where Sebastian was lying, and he figured that unless Sebastian was an Olympic athlete, he could definitely make it out the door in time. But first, he just wanted to savour the moment a little.

He glanced down at Sebastian who was looking up at him in interest.

"You're such a fucking idiot," Blaine hissed, his face contorting in anger as he dropped the façade. Sebastian blinked up at him in confusion.

"What?"

"You think you can just go around hurting people? Ruining people's lives like they mean nothing? You're fucking pathetic. Adam McIntosh, really Sebastian?"

Sebastian looked angry now. "What the fuck are you talking about, Anderson?"

"Not to mention Kurt, oh my god. Did you really think I'd ever leave him for you? Well, you can go fuck yourself. 'Cos I'm sure as hell not doing it."

With that, Blaine ran. He sprinted the few short steps over to the couch, gathered Sebastian's clothes up in his arms, and bolted for the door.

He heard Sebastian shouting angry obscenities behind him, but he made it out the door, and sprinted down the hall. He knew Sebastian wouldn't have followed him out of The Attic in the nude, but he ran down the first flight of stairs anyway just to be sure.

Kurt was there to meet him when he got to the bottom. When he saw him, his face split into a wide grin.

"Success?" He asked, and Blaine nodded.

"God, that was nauseating. You'll be glad to know that he definitely does not live up to his reputation."

Kurt burst into laughter, and Blaine found himself laughing too, and soon they were doubled over and clutching at their sides, tears streaming down their faces.

"What's the time?" Blaine managed to gasp once he'd regained his composure.

"3:28. Two more minutes. You want to go back up and watch the show?"

Blaine contemplated for a moment, before wrinkling up his nose and shaking his head. "Nah, I've seen more than enough of Sebastian for today. Let's go pack, and then head off. You've already said goodbye to the others, right?"

"Yup. And I've packed everything already. Have you had time to say your goodbyes?"

"I'll come back to say my proper goodbyes to the Warblers sometime next week. But I'll see if I can find the awesome foursome before we go."

Kurt smiled. "Okay. I'll take our stuff out to the car."

"Okay, I'll see you soon."

Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek before heading off to find his friends.

At 3:30, David sent a mass text to the entire school.

Impromptu Warblers performance in 10mins in The Attic – weird location I know, but trust me, you want to be there for this one!

He grinned as he sent the text, and looked over at Wes, Nick and Jeff who were seated next to him on the couch. They all burst into laughter.

"Oh god," David wheezed, clutching at his side. "I feel kind of bad. How long should we give it before we rescue him?"

"At least ten minutes," Jeff said, wiping at the tears streaming from his eyes.

As the boys headed out into the hall, pushing past the students all rushing up to The Attic for the 'Warbler's performance', they ran into Blaine just outside the door.

"I just wanted to say goodbye really quickly," Blaine said. "I know I'll see you guys and this weekend, but it felt weird just taking off. Thank you so much for everything. You guys have been amazing friends, and even though I'm moving to a new school, I'll always remember the good times we shared here. I couldn't have asked for better friends. I love you, guys."

David sniffed and wiped at his eyes. "We love you too, buddy," he choked, his voice thick with unshed tears.

"You take care of yourself at McKinley, you hear?" Wes said, reaching out to pull Blaine into a hug. Then the others all joined in, and all five of them were clinging to each other and crying in the middle of the hallway full of students.

"Ok," Blaine said after several minutes, finally breaking away and wiping his eyes on his sleeve. "Ok. I gotta go, Kurt's waiting."

And with a final wave and a teary-eyed smile, Blaine Anderson turned around and left, walking down the hall as a Dalton Academy student for the last time.