After the New Years party, school started back up sooner than any of the Glee kids wanted it to. It was annoying to be back to the grind, so to speak. Now they had homework again, group projects in a few of their classes which would have had Kurt complaining nonstop if it wasnt for the fact that Blaine was in his group in English (again) and his French teacher thankfully didnt put him with the moron that was Azimio.

Blaine was quite content to show up wearing his brand new bow tie, noticing that Kurt wore the matching vest even though neither had told the other of their planned outfits. The jocks noticed and sneered at Blaine all day, shoving Kurt into the lockers after English which had the shorter boy cracking his knuckles with an intimidating glare. "Didnt anybody spread the news that trained boxers have painful fists?"

Hed had to explain that comment to a stunned Kurt, telling him about the fight club hed founded at Dalton and smirking with a sort of pride shining in his eyes. The two of them strode down the halls without much worry for a couple of days thanks to Blaines threat to knock the brains out of the next jock to mess with them, but of course, all good things must come to an end.

It was a Thursday morning, a mixture of rain and snow falling to make the roads slick and the outdoors miserable. Blaine had stopped for coffee on his way to school, hoping to surprise his boyfriend. He parked his car next to Kurts Navigator, grinning as he noticed the brunette hopping out with a large umbrella popping open.

"You are the best boyfriend," Kurt murmured, snatching his mocha and taking a sip to warm his bones. They linked arms, no longer too worried about the assumptions people might make about them. It wasnt like Blaine was planning on hiding forever, after all.

Blaine just grinned and nodded his head. "Yep. I know. The best." He laughed when Kurt rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his own coffee and humming when the cinnamon tickled his tongue. Yes, it was definitely a good day for coffee. "I was really shocked you actually let Finn be in our trio for this English project. It was pretty nice of you."

The quarterback had stared at them like a lost puppy when the teacher said their projects would be assigned in groups of three. Blaine had given Kurt an encouraging look, and the brunette caved with a heavy sigh, telling his brother to stop moping already and start his share of the work. "Yes, well, I suppose Ive gotten weak to his particular whine."

Kurts words took on a hesitant tone at the end, and he pulled Blaine to a stop as they rounded the last car in their row to head for the school building. Four letterman-clad jocks blocked their paths, Azimio and Karofsky standing front and center and grinning like a pair of hungry hyenas. Oh, no.

"Well, well, if it isnt a couple of lost fags. Maybe we should help them to their proper place, huh guys?" Karofskys voice sounded in an intimidating growl, making Blaine flinch and clutch Kurts hand. The taller boy hardened his gaze, but did nothing more. There was honestly nothing to be done when they were so outnumbered anyway.

There was a squeal and a grunt, the first from Kurt when he was suddenly lifted, the second from his captor who he had kicked in the knee. He was still flailing his legs, aiming to hit anyone he could. It didnt last long, however, as Karofsky grabbed his ankles and held him still in the lesser jocks clutches.

Blaine tried to throw himself at the attackers to save Kurt. His Kurt. Not theirs. Not anyone elses. They had no right to touch him, dammit! Then he realized he wasnt moving toward his love because he was tossed over Azimios shoulder, legs trapped against the boys front while his fists pounded uselessly against his back. The guy was a mass of muscle and fat and there was no way Blaine could escape. 

Their coffee cups were lying spilled on the wet ground while the two boys were carried over to the fullest dumpster, which contents were covered in a layer of thick, wet snow. There was too much moisture for the trash to be frozen, and somehow Blaine knew this was going to be his messiest dumpster dive yet. He closed his eyes and braced himself as he was thrown hard into the hulking mass of metal, groaning when Kurt was tossed with just as much force on top of him, Blaines knee digging sharply into Kurts back.

A painful howl escaped his boyfriends lungs and Blaine tried to move so as to make sure Kurt was okay. Before he could do anything, though, the world turned pitch black and the sound of the jocks laughing was severely muffled. Theyd closed the lid of the dumpster, and there was definitely something gross seeping through Blaines pants.

"Fuck!" Kurt cursed, the sound of clanking metal telling Blaine that the other boy had just thrashed out with a kick at whatever part of the dumpster he could reach. "Dammit. I cant stand those guys! God, I walk arm-in-arm with Finn all the fucking time! You dont see him in the dumpster though. Oh, no, they stopped calling him gay. Maybe you can only pass for straight if you screw Santana. Not that she screws guys anymore…"

It was clear that Kurt was upset, and that he felt like Blaine being in such a position was his fault. Blaine needed to reassure his boyfriend that none of the bullying mattered. "Hey," he said softly, shifting in the dark to wrap an arm around Kurt while his other hand reached up to start pushing the lid of the dumpster out of the way. "I love you. Nothing they do will change that. Kurt… Im not scared anymore. Im not hiding who I am. I might not be screaming about it, but… fuck them. They cant scare me away from you." His eyes shimmered in the sudden light from outside as he got the lid off the dumpster, and he looked at Kurt with promise in his gaze.

The two of them managed to get out of the dumpster and clean off their clothes and bags as best they could, then looked at each other for a couple quiet moments. "You really are the best, Blaine…" Kurt said softly, practically collapsing into Blaines open arms. "I feel disgusting now. Do you want to go back to my house and get cleaned up? My dads home today and hell understand." Blaine knew Burt would understand, and he definitely felt gross, too.

"Yeah… I think that would be the best option. Do… um… do you have a change of clothes I can borrow? My extras are in my locker and Id rather not make an appearance just yet." He blushed a bit but Kurt just leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips, nodding that he had plenty of clothes for Blaine to wear. They got into Kurts Navigator, soaked from the rain and snow and probably some juices from the trash that neither of them wanted to think about. Thank God Kurt had leather interior.

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"No, he wont be coming to school today! Dammit, he was attacked outside the damn building! AGAIN! If I have to come down there and talk to Figgins myself I will," Burt Hummels voice filled the lower floor of the house as he yelled into the phone. Blaine had just finished showering and was coming down to join Kurt in the living room. Apparently they werent going back to school that day after all.

Blaine curled up on the couch next to his boyfriend, nuzzling his shoulder. "He sounds really mad," he commented, listening as Burt yelled Blaines name into the phone as well, trying to force the administration to acknowledge that two students had been thrown into a damn dumpster without anyone even knowing it.

"Im sorry hes dragging you into this… Its kind of been a long time coming for him to threaten Figgins over the bullying." Kurts crystal blue eyes were staring at Blaine, taking in the way his own clothes looked on the shorter boy. Blaine couldnt help but preen. He felt quite handsome in his boyfriends clothes.

The smile on Blaines face only grew when he heard Burt fighting for him in the kitchen. "Honestly, it makes me feel good. Hearing your dad talk about me and defend me like Im his own kid… it… My dad would never do that. Hes not home enough to even know theres a need." He didnt say anything else on the matter, but Kurt still leaned in and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close and sighing comfortably.

Blaines eyelids were growing heavy while Kurt flipped through channels on the TV after sending Finn a quick text asking him to get homework assignments for both him and Blaine. He explained the attack to his brother, who promised to beat the shit out of the idiot jocks, which Kurt promptly told him not to do. Once his phone stopped going off with text alerts, he finally found something on Bravo and Blaine was nearly asleep against him.

Burts voice woke him up, however, as the man stomped into the room and plopped in his chair. "I swear, that damn school is more like a circus. Nobody takes charge and Figgins is completely useless." He shook his head, then looked at the TV and groaned. "Youre going to watch crap like this all day now, arent you? I should have known. Look, I got you both out of school today, so please behave and do your homework and… just be responsible, alright? Im going down to the garage. I think tearing apart a car might make me feel better right now."

With that, Kurt and Blaine were left alone, and soon could be found lying curled up, Blaine in front of Kurt on the couch with his back against his boyfriends chest, Kurts chin resting on his head. Some housewives show was on the TV, but Blaine was lightly snoring before he even knew which one it was. He didnt wake up until Kurt poked him about an hour later, deeming it necessary to use the bathroom and make some coffee and eggs.

After eating, the couple relaxed on the couch for a little while before deciding that daytime TV was too boring to waste time on and heading up to Kurts room. Once they reached their destination, the two were pressed together without a centimeter of air between their bodies, mouths clamped over each other so that they were virtually sharing the same breath. The kiss was at once both sensual and sexy, demanding.

In a clash of teeth and tongues, Kurt pulled Blaine down onto his bed on top of him, keening into his mouth. Hands started to wander and pants were opened, shirts unbuttoned and untucked, pulled over head and off shoulders and tossed across the room. They broke apart panting, eyes blown with lust and hips gyrating together.

"Mmm, Kurt," Blaine moaned, pushing the pants down his boyfriends thighs as best he could while keeping their bodies snuggled close together. "I love you. I love you so much. Oh, need you!" Blaines hand wandered between them, abandoning his efforts to remove Kurts pants in favor of groping the countertenor until his breaths came in a high-pitched whimper.

Kurt bucked his hips before finally working both their pants off and throwing them in the same direction as their shirts. "Yes! Need you, too. Oh, please, Blaine, will you…" He trailed off, cheeks a rosy pink. Blaine shot him a look, hoping to encourage his boyfriend to continue. He really wanted to know what Kurt wanted, hoping that he could give it to this amazing boy. "Will you finger me?"

His voice was barely a whisper, but Blaine heard him loud and clear, hissing a breath through his teeth as his excited cock jumped in underwear. Two pieces of clothing separated their erections, and Blaine had never been more interested in removing that separation. "God, yes," he growled, practically ripping his boyfriends underwear from his hips and trailing down his body, leaving little love bites down his chest and over his hips.

He smiled when Kurt handed him a bottle of lube, popping the top and squeezing some of the gel-like liquid over his fingers. At the same time, he trailed his tongue up Kurts length, flicking at the slit  before kissing it. "Oh, fuck, Blaine…" Kurt trailed, only to gasp and sigh happily when one slick finger found its way to his rim. Blaine circled the puckered hole some while he felt Kurt relax, then slid just the tip of his finger inside, massaging at the muscles until he felt he could push his finger in.

It seemed like time stopped as his finger slid into Kurt, mouth ever working on his cock. He took his time, worshipping his boyfriend as best he could, slipping a second finger into the tight heat and moaning around the cock in his mouth while Kurt whimpered and writhed beneath him.

"That feels so… so good… oh God, Blaine, please dont stop!" Hips bucked and Blaine just took the movement, pulling Kurt further into his mouth while he curled his fingers just so, making the boy keen and utterly lose his ability to speak.

He pulled off of Kurt with a wet pop, licking his swollen lips and grinning up at the boy. "Love making you feel good, baby…" he grunted, massaging Kurts prostate and twitching at the sounds his boyfriend made. "Youre so fucking beautiful. So perfect. God, I love you."

When Kurt begged for more, Blaine added more lube and thrust a third finger into him, knowing it had to be burning at least slightly by now, but also knowing by the sounds Kurt made that it didnt hurt in a bad way. He could just imagine how amazing it would be when more than his fingers were inside Kurt, but he also knew he wasnt ready for that yet. Neither of them were. This, though… this was amazing. Pure heaven.

Crooking his fingers repeatedly, Blaine watched Kurt fall apart. He slipped his hand into his own boxers, which were still on but rather soaked with pre-come. Blaine worked himself while he leaned in to get back to sucking on Kurt, working his fingers over his prostate over and over again until he heard a broken cry above him.

"Blaine! Yes, yes, oh my God yes!" Blaine swallowed around Kurt as the boy fell apart, swallowing down all that he gave while simultaneously losing himself to an orgasm brought on mostly by Kurts pleasure, only using a few of his own strokes. His boxers were ruined by that point, but he didnt care. Blaine crawled up the bed after pulling his fingers out slowly and carefully, wiping them on said boxers. Settling in beside his boyfriend, Blaine leaned in to drop little kisses all over Kurts face. 

They snuggled together, nodding off for a couple hours nap. Waking up meant soft and slow kisses shared between them, slowly showing and sharing their love before getting dressed (Blaine borrowing a pair of briefs) and righting their hair. There was enough time to start a movie, a large bowl of popcorn sharing space on both their laps as they cuddled close under a blanket on the couch, before Burt showed up with take-out from Breadstix, Finn in tow.

"Hey boys, I brought dinner. Caroles gonna be late tonight so she told me to just grab something on the way home," Burt announced, heading to the kitchen with the food while Finn went upstairs to shower away the sweat and dirt from football practice.

Kurt threw a grin at Blaine, who nuzzled the crook of his neck. "Guess that means youre staying for dinner, boyfriend," he cooed, and Blaine just grinned back. He loved his adopted family. Nothing could be better than this.

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It seemed Burts call to the school at least did some good, as the jocks werent acting out nearly as much. They were, however, glaring and grunting at Kurt and Blaine both, more so at Kurt since it was his father who had reported them. Every time they could get away with an accident they would, which meant more shoving into lockers and tripping in the halls.

On top of the attacks, Blaine had to deal with the return of his parents, who didnt seem to understand anything he tried to explain to them. He told them about Kurt, to which they stated with great concern that they thought hed grown out of his deviation from normalcy. His playing straight at the start of the year had apparently fooled his parents well enough that they thought they no longer had to worry about having a gay son. That was just… swell.

By the third week of January, Blaine had told his parents of the upcoming trip to New York. They were confused and concerned, and wanted to meet this boy who their son was spending so much time with. They refused to call him Blaines boyfriend. Instead, they used the term special friend for Kurt, which made Blaines jaw clench and fist twitch.

He tried to tell Kurt he didnt have to meet them. That he would just wait for them to leave yet again before the trip to New York even happened (they were heading away again the coming weekend) and it wouldnt be a problem. Kurt, though, wanted to meet his boyfriends parents. He wanted to give Blaine all that Blaine had given him. He just didnt understand the way Blaines parents were. He was going to be so… disappointed.

"Please dont let them bother you, baby. Please just… just ignore them, okay? Im sorry. Im already apologizing. I know its going to be so bad and-" Kurt cut him off with a hard kiss to his lips, then lead the way to Blaines front door.

The taller boy rocked on his heels, holding Blaines hand and looking excitedly at the door. "Calm down, Blaine. Open the door and introduce me to your parents, will you? I wont hold anything they do or say against you. They arent you, sweetie. Just like Im not my idiot brother."

Taking a deep breath, Blaine opened the door and walked into his house that was definitely not a home, clutching Kurts hand tightly and praying to whatever deity existed to keep his parents from embarrassing him beyond repair. Of course, that wasnt about to happen, which became clear when Blaines father strode into the foyer and glared at their clasped hands.

"Hello, you must be Kurt," he said stiffly, and Blaine felt his heart drop in his chest. He hated his father in this moment. Kurt was looking at Mr. Anderson with wide blue eyes full of confused trepidation. "Its so nice to meet Blaines… special friend. Blaine, hang your coats and leave your shoes in the drying pan and come to the family room to join your mother and me for drinks." With that, the man turned on his heel and walked away to the room Blaine always just called the living room. It somehow seemed less pretentious, and like less of a lie despite the fact that they were not a family most of the time.

Shaking his head and giving Kurt a sad, strained look, Blaine hung both their coats by the door while his boyfriend undid the many clasps on his knee-high boots, finally setting them in the drying pan by the door and given Blaines hand a reassuring squeeze as he retook it and strode into the family room. The couple immediately made their way to the couch, sitting close to each other and still holding hands despite the look in Mr. Andersons eyes.

Blaine cleared his throat and shot his parents pleading looks as he spoke. "Mom, dad, this is Kurt. My boyfriend. He… he means a lot to me," his voice cracked and he looked down at his lap. His mother had practically gasped when Blaine introduced Kurt as his boyfriend. His father still had the hateful glare on his face. This was horrible. It wasnt fair. Why couldnt Blaines parents be more like Kurts dad? Burt Hummel was the most amazing dad in the world, and yet Blaine was stuck with… this. He wanted to cry.

"Hello Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson. Its so nice to finally meet you," Kurt said in his musical voice that was somehow not beaten down at all by the lack of hospitality thrown his way. "You have a wonderful son. I hope you know that. He might just be the bravest person I know."

The conviction in Kurts voice had Blaine looking up and over at the boy he so loved. No one had ever said something so kind to him. His fathers voice broke the moment, however, and Blaine was shaking by the time the man closed his mouth again. "I cant say its all that nice to meet you, Kurt, but I suppose it isnt horrible. You shouldnt tell such lies, though. Blaine is not brave. Hes foolish. Hes been foolish before, but we thought hed outgrown that phase. Now it seems hes right back at it."

The man turned to focus on his son, and the silence in the room was overwhelming. "Tell me, son, do you want to be back in the hospital? Do you want to actually be killed this time?" Blaine couldnt breathe, and he felt Kurt tense up beside him. This was not good. Not good at all.

"Mr. Anderson," Kurt started, voice just a bit shaky compared to before. "Your son is extremely brave. He should never have to hide who he is, or who he loves for that matter." Blaine could hear his fathers teeth grating together, but Kurt didnt stop. "Im sorry you dont love your son for exactly who he is, but I do. I love Blaine and Im so glad hed not hiding from me anymore." His eyes were practically clear, so icy and angry. It was… amazing. Blaine had never felt more protected and cared for than he did just then.

They were supposed to be having dinner at the Andersons, but that didnt seem likely to happen now. "Perhaps we should forgo our family meal. Ive lost my appetite anyway," Mr. Anderson droned, his wife still having said nothing but looking rather scandalized where she sat.

Blaine took the declaration as a good excuse to escape his non-home. He stood, still holding Kurts hand, and pulled the boy up with him. "Fine. Were leaving then, since we need to get dinner now," he said, voice surprisingly not breaking despite how much his hands shook. "Dont even bother reminding me, I know I have a curfew when youre actually here. Ill be home by eleven. Im sorry I couldnt change for you, dad. Im sorry Im not the perfect son like Cooper. I just thought… maybe, just maybe, youd see how much this meant to me and try. I guess that was wishful thinking though…"

With a look that spoke of all his disappointment, Blaine glanced at each parent before stalking out of the room on shaking limbs, thrusting his feet into shoes that he didnt bother to adjust at all and shoving his coat on, leaving with Kurt before the boy had even managed to clasp up his boots.