Thank you, just what I needed to hear :) ~K

Blaine smiled, typing out his reply:

Anytime, I'm here. --Blaine

Blaine attempted to pay attention to class, at ease that Kurt was okay, when about twenty minutes later, his phone started ringing. Thankfully it was only on vibrate, but this was odd. When in class, he left his phone on silent for texts and vibrate for calls because he wanted to know if someone was calling him. If someone was calling him in class, it must be important. Thanking the rich school for their large classrooms which left the teacher incapable of keeping an eye on every student, Blaine pulled his phone out of his pocket just enough to see who was calling him.

His heart stopped.

Kurt.

He sent him a quick text:

I'm in class, give me a sec to get out and I'll call you back –Blaine

Blaine stood up in his seat abruptly. “Sir? May I be excused?”

His kind teacher looked up at him over his glasses. “Certainly, Mr. Anderson. Be back promptly.”

“Of course.”

Blaine exited the room and ran to the nearest door, stepping out into the cool November air and dialling the number he had already memorized. It was funny how after just a few days, Kurt had Blaine wrapped around his little finger.

“Blaine?” he heard a choked voice answer.

“Oh God, Kurt! Are you okay?” Blaine rushed. He was so worried. He began pacing back and forth to busy himself and keep warm.

“I – um, no... I'm not okay...” Blaine's heart broke. “I – um – Karofsky kissed me.”

From their phone conversations, Blaine had learned who Karofsky was – the Neanderthal Kurt had mentioned when he first learned about the bullying. Blaine didn't think for a second, “I'm coming down there, I'll see you in an hour.”

“Blaine! School will be over by then,” Kurt reasoned.

“Fine,” Blaine said grudgingly. “But I'm coming tomorrow.”

“What about school?”

“Fuck it,” Blaine said. It wasn't often that he cursed so Kurt knew he was pissed. “You're more important. I'll see you tomorrow.” Blaine hung up the phone and went back to class, simply thinking about how violated Kurt must feel and how much he was going to hurt Karofsky.

The next day, Blaine showed up at McKinley like he had promised. A long, hot shower (which had quickly turned cold when he thought of Kurt doing the same thing.) and lots of time to think made Blaine change his mind about beating Karofsky up. He wasn't going to resort to his methods, he was better than that.

Blaine and Kurt met in the cafeteria at lunch and Kurt filled Blaine in on exactly what had happened. Blaine was fuming inside, but he wasn't going to hurt Karofsky. That wouldn't do anything.

They headed off to find him, going to the locker room first which was up the stairs from the outdoor cafeteria they were in.

“Thanks again for doing this,” Kurt said sincerely as they walked.

“Don't worry about it,” Blaine reassured him. “Just let me do the talking.”

As if by fate – a totally different kind from the day he met Kurt – Karofsky appeared on the stair case. “There he is,” Kurt rushed in one breath, immediately looking nervous.

“I got your back,” Blaine promised, walking ahead of Kurt, right toward his bully. “Excuse me?” he said loudly.

“Hey lady boys,” Karofsky taunted. “Is this your boyfriend, Kurt?”

I wish, Blaine thought to himself. “Kurt and I would like to talk to you about something.”

“I gotta go to class,” Karofsky brushed them off, bumping into Kurt as he walked away.

He is really pushing it. “Kurt told me what you did,” Blaine could hear the anger ebbing in his own voice.

Karofsky slowly turned around. “Oh really? What's that?” attitude was laced his tone, daring Blaine to take it further and oh how he wanted to. But he had to be the bigger person.

“You kissed me,” Kurt said, finally speaking up.

Karofsky looked around, making sure no one was listening. “I don't know what you're talking about,” he finally said when he was sure no one had heard.

Time for mentor Blaine... “It seems like you might be a little confused and that's totally normal,” Karofsky shook his head at him, walking away while he still could. “This is a very hard thing to come to terms with and you should just know that you're not alone,” Blaine followed Karofsky. Halfway down the stairs, Karofsky turned around, shooting himself at Blaine and pushing him against the chain-link walls of the stairs.

“You do not mess with me,” he hissed. Blaine held up his hands in surrender, fighting with all his might against the urge to ball them into fists and throw them in Karofsky's face.

“You have to stop this!” Kurt yelled, pushing at Karofsky's shoulders and repelling him off of Blaine.

Karofsky looked slightly shocked that Kurt had stood up for himself. He just took a deep breath and walked away.

“Well he's not coming out anytime soon,” Blaine dead-panned, leaning against the chain-link wall as Kurt took a seat on the stairs looking tired and defeated. Blaine looked at him and realized this wasn't the time for jokes. “What's wrong?” he took a seat next to him on the stairs. “Why're you so upset?”

“Because until yesterday I had never been kissed,” Kurt confided. “At least, one that counted,” And wow, now Blaine felt like a total jackass for not kissing him when they first met. He couldn't even believe that Kurt hadn't been kissed anyway. Kurt was stunning, how could anyone even resist? But of course, Blaine was biased.

“C'mon, I'll buy you lunch,” was all Blaine said, knowing now more than ever that what Kurt needed was a friend.