The rest of the following week was absolutely perfect!

There wasn't one fight, not even a bad misunderstanding, and for once, both men felt completely safe.

Kurt returned to work, -after their little hiatus, the theatre was getting done up- fresh and ready to dance.
When he walked in on Monday morning he was bombarded with questions by all the girls....

"Do you know what's up with him?"
"You're friends right? What happened?"
"Is it true he got disowned by his family?"
"In an abusive relationship?"

Kurts head felt fuzzy, he had no idea what anyone was on about..

"STOP!" He screamed, holding his ears to show just how MUCH he didn't want to listen to the constant babbling. He wanted one straight answer.

"Would someone please enlighten me to what the fuck you are talking about?!"

All the girls quieted down and one whispered...

"Michael."

Being at work for Blaine was like a breath of fresh air.
If he ever had anything in mind he didn't want to come out, he beat the shit out of a punching bag. Simple.
But he's been so happy lately, and everyones noticed.
And its all because of Kurt.

He went straight to work when he got in on Monday morning, teaching the younger ones about sparing each other.

"You spar to practice, not to harm."

Was his motto, and they all stuck to it, apart from Michael, his newest student.
Michael was 23, had the figure of a dancer, but stated he wanted to tone up.

He even bought some one on one sessions with Blaine, and moneys money, so today was the first session.

"So, Michael, what can I do for you today?" Blaine asked, staring at Michael who was sitting on the bench wrapping his hands.

"I just wanted one on one sparing? Yano? I want to tone up and be able to get more.....tough. I've been having some shit lately." He sighed.

Blaine didn't like to stero-type, he did it once with Kurt and thank god he was right, but he's pretty sure Michael was gay.

If 'some shit' meant what he thought it did-judging by the bruise just below Michael armpit-then he wants to help. He wouldn't want someone to go through what Kurt did in High-school. Especially not in somewhere like New York where everyone seems to always be excepted.

"That sounds perfect!" Blaine replied.
"Let's just go get in the ring and we can go from there alright?"

Michael nodding, following Blaine to the ring, ducking under the ropes while discreetly checking out his trainers arse.
Blaine was mighty fine, he wasn't going to deny it.
So maybe some one on one time could be a bit more.....rewarding then he thought.

"Woah." Kurt whispered, astonished at what the girls had told him.

The previous week, whilst everyone was off, some of the girls had seen Michael walking around with a shiner, looking shabby and worn out. Carrying what looked like a rotten old gym bag around.

The first conclusion they came to was that Michael was now homeless, hence the fact he called and said he wouldn't be in for a week.

The second was that his 'newest boyfriend' was beating him, so he wasn't being allowed to leave the house due to how controlling he was.

Everything the girls had come up with in their dense little heads has sounded like complete shit.

He needed it from the source himself, so he would just man up and call Michael and ask straight up what was wrong.

During the sparing session Michael had come closer and closer to just pushing Blaine into the corner of the ring and just having his way with him.

He recently found out Blaine was gay-one of the guys in the gym had told him- but he also found out there was a boyfriend in his life.

But watching the sweat drip down from Blaine's hairline, then over he luscious lips, to which he would dart his tongue out to swipe up, was pretty much an illegal move. It made Michael completely forget everything he was doing in order to imagine what else his tongue could be useful for.

He was snapped out of his little fantasy by Blaine calling goodbye and telling him his boyfriend was outside so he needed to go, and to shut the lights off when he left.
He called back his reply then changed quickly.

He wanted to see if this boyfriend was worthy of Blaine.

Blaine stepped outside into the cool night air, the sparing session doing wonders for his mood.

He saw Kurt leaning up against he car and rushed over to him to give him a welcoming kiss.

"Hey, baby." He whispered, pulling back to stare into Kurts ever changing eyes.

"Hey, you." Kurt replied, pressing one more chaste kiss to his lips.

"So I thought I'd pick you up and walk home, the night beautiful and I thought we could stop off for a quick dinner at the diner down the road?" Kurt pondered.

"Sounds perfect!" Blaine agreed, lacing his fingers with his boyfriends and heading towards home.

Michael stood quietly behind his car watching the scene unfold.

He gagged when he saw Blaine kissing another guy.

But he choked on air when he pulled back and revealed none other then Kurt Fucking Hummel.

What a fucking life he has if his ex-crush of a dance teacher is banging his new-crush of a boxing teacher.

Well, the world was seriously a bitch.

But Michael was a bigger one.

He hopped into his car and drove toward home, planning something the Devil himself would be proud of.