They stayed in Kurt's room. At first Blaine was a little unsure of what to do about himself because he didn't know what Kurt needed, but after a few moments he dropped to the bed, kicked his shoes off and laid down. He waited for Kurt's instructions on what to do next, but all Kurt did was hold his arms around himself with his back on Blaine while looking out the window.

"I'm sorry I told them. But it's really selfish of you to hold it back when there are so many people who wants to keep you safe. I gotta say that was pretty immature of you," Blaine finally declared, needing to break the thick silence that had dominated their relationship lately.

"Just shut the fuck up, Blaine. I don't wanna think about it," Kurt snapped at him and walked to the bed where he kicked one of the legs.

"Come here," he said and bopped his head in suggestion for Blaine to stand up so he did.

"What?" He asked a little sharp, not sure that he was going to let Kurt get away with speaking to him like that.

"I'm going to take a shower, and you're coming with me to scrub my back," Kurt exclaimed and walked towards the small bathroom he and his brother shared.

Without a word Kurt turned on the water and started stripping. Blaine didn't know what else to do so he just followed, his mouth going dry from the evidence of the bullies spread around Kurt's torso, but his balls tightening from the sight of Kurt's naked ass and pussy.

He followed Kurt into the shower and felt immediately more relaxed from the water falling down on them. Kurt was with his back on him and he was glad because it had been so damn long time since he got any other action than his hand and Kurt was right there, ready to get fucked so roughly he wouldn't be able to sit for a week, and Blaine was harder than he had been for ages.

Kurt let his arms up so he could run his fingers through his hair, helping it get properly soaked. As Blaine didn't know what else to do he grabbed the shower gel on the little shelf and started smearing the soap around Kurt's back, careful around the bruises that were sickeningly on display in the artificial light, and they were bound to be sore.

However, when Blaine's hands were down to Kurt's hips Kurt grabbed them and started pressing them against his skin while leading them up his front with a hard strength. He pressed down on Blaine's fingertips, making their nails dig into his skin.

Without any control of what was going on Blaine felt Kurt press his ass against his hard cock, his erection easily slipping between the slippery cheeks. Kurt continued to make their nails drag down his bruised skin before he turned around to press his body against Blaine's, his fingers clinging to Blaine's in a cramp-like grip.

"Fuck me," he whispered, need dripping from his voice.

"Kurt. It's okay, we don't have to - it's okay for you to not feel alright," Blaine forced himself to say instead of lifting Kurt up and simply plunge hard and determined into him.

"Please. Just fuck me hard and good. Make me feel that I'm only yours," Kurt kept pushing, now close to begging. It wasn't fair because Blaine's skin was tight over his cock, feeling like it was being pulled towards Kurt, like his pussy was a magnetic field. But how could he take advantage of Kurt being vulnerable at the moment?

"You said no one else could touch me. Show me how much you wanna do it yourself," Kurt moaned as his eyes fell back in their sockets, and it wasn't until then Blaine realized Kurt slid a hand down to put two fingers between his lips, moving hazily around.

"Kurt -" He choked out, hands tingling to be allowed to touch the warm body right in front of him.

"Yes, Blaine. Don't you want to make sure my pussy stay yours? I wouldn't stray, but you'll never know what they would do to me if they found out about my pussy," Kurt stated, making Blaine gulp from the way he was able to appear innocent regardless of the fact that he was currently rubbing his own cunt.

Blaine's brain felt like it was cramping. He let his forehead fall against Kurt's shoulder but it only made it all worse, because Kurt turned his head to nuzzle his nose into Blaine's ear where he started moaning his name in a weak voice that he knew went directly to Blaine's cock.

He made a stupid decision. A snap decision he should have stayed away from. He firmly grabbed around Kurt's biceps and pushed him against the wall before turning him around so his wet chest clasped against the dusty blue tiles.

"You wanna play that game? You think I'm just gonna stand here and be accused of being a damn pedophile because I happen to be in love with a minor and then the kid thinks he can just play some sick little mind game with me? No way, Kurt -" Blaine growled into his ear as he pressed his own chest against Kurt's back to let his cock slide over his ass.

"Fuck me, Blaine. Just fuck me with all you've got," Kurt groaned over his shoulder.

Before he could say anymore a whine escaped Kurt's throat as Blaine pushed a wet finger into his ass without teasing. Kurt bucked his hips back, making the finger go deeper and Blaine watched with a smirk as Kurt curled his fingers against the wall with his breathing slowly rising.

"Fuck yes – god Blaine," Kurt hissed and started moving his hand downwards but was startled when Blaine used his free hand to grasp Kurt's wrist and smack it back to the wall.

"No! I'm the only one who gets to play with your cunt, and I am the one who decides when I feel that you deserve it!"

A whimper fell from Kurt's mouth. He closed his eyes and relaxed as good as he could. To Blaine's satisfaction it didn't take long before he could push in a second finger.

He couldn't believe how good it felt. It had been months since he had been stretching an asshole so he could fuck it. The last time had been a few weeks after he had met Kurt. It was at the beginning of December and he remembered that he hadn't been able to come inside the guy. After getting so angry that he didn't care anymore he pulled out and threw the condom on the guy's stomach before jerking himself to release all over the Latino.

But he wasn't going to disappoint Kurt. He scissored his fingers and kept them deep down, moving around. After having pumped his fingers a few times in and out of the entrance he added a third, provoking out another whimper.

It only took Blaine a few tries to spread his fingers before Kurt turned his head to catch his glance from under hooded eyelids.

"Stop being careful and screw me," he challenged breathy, pupils blown wide with lust.

With a little more force than good was Blaine ripped his fingers from Kurt's ass, making Kurt let out a strangled "fuck" but didn't object.

Blaine had no idea what was happening, but from one second to another his one hand was grabbing Kurt's ass, spreading his cheeks apart and the other was holding his cock and pushing it into Kurt's ass.

"Blaine," Kurt whined, obviously in pain since he wasn't stretched enough, but he had asked for it himself, so Blaine would have none of that.

"Shut up and take it! You wanted rough, so I'm giving you rough," Blaine warned him.

He had his chest pressed so hard to Kurt's back that there was no way Kurt would be able to move if he tried. The closeness made it hard to breathe, but Blaine just let his hands up to support on the wall and pulled his hips backwards before snapping them back in place.

"God... yes!" Kurt burst out, his voice wrecked.

"I told you to shut the fuck up!" Blaine growled from under his breath and took a firm grip on Kurt's shoulder where he clenched hard to show that he was the one in charge.

It was difficult to stay cool. The feeling of being back inside an ass was more sensational than he remembered. And this wasn't just any ass; this was Kurt's perfect, tight, sweet, eatable ass feeling so warm and wonderful absorbing him – not to mention that he had never fucked an ass bare.

Yet, somehow he managed to keep up appearance and avoid falling completely apart from the wonder. Instead he slowly moved himself out and back in, feeling his way for it, not wanting to hurt Kurt from going too fast. As soon as he was sure that he had himself under control he sped up his movements and quickly found a steady rhythm of a relentless pace with deep, hard thrusts.

Each push of his hips against Kurt's ass made Blaine squeeze his lips tight together and breathless moans fall from Kurt's mouth. His cheek and curled up fingers were clasped against the tiles – he stayed there and just took all Blaine had for him.

"Yeah. Just take it – can you feel that you're mine?" Blaine babbled mindlessly, fucking his boyfriend harder than he ever had.

As the familiar heat started building in Blaine's belly way too early he let his right hand down Kurt's arm, his fingers curled and nails scratching. He slipped his hand harshly down Kurt's hip and over his pelvis where he didn't waste any time, but immediately started rubbing three fingers furiously against Kurt's clit.

"So good. You take my cock so good," he praised and locked his lips around Kurt's earlobe.

It didn't take more than one slow, long drag of his throbbing cock out of Kurt, only his head remaining inside, followed by a hard thrust back in, deeper than he thought he could go – and he was spilling inside of Kurt.

"You're mine. Mine!"

An animalistic sound elicited from his lips as he felt the hot come spread around him, but he stayed and didn't stop his ministrations of Kurt's stimulation. His fingers were pressing so hard against Kurt's clitoris with his rubbing that he nearly wondered why Kurt hadn't screamed yet.

Suddenly Kurt's knees started bucking under him and his ass tightened around Blaine's soft dick, still inside of him. It was the sure tell of Kurt coming, and as if on cue his entire body tensed up and a whine streamed out of him as Blaine felt all muscles of his body tighten where it was squeezed between Blaine and the wet, blue tiles.

"Blaine, I'm yours – oh my god – Blaine..." Kurt whimpered as his frame started shaking.

Before anything could be done to stop it Blaine's cock had slipped out of Kurt as he slid down to sit on the porcelain floor with his arms clenched around his chest and his forehead resting against the wall, the water still streaming down over him.

With an extreme panic filling him up Blaine hurried to sit on his knees next to him. He was nearly scared to touch him, but when he realized that Kurt was sobbing he gave shit in it and put his arms around the crying boy. Like it was what he had been waiting for Kurt rushed to turn and fall into his arms, his hands clinging to Blaine's shoulders with hard thrusts of sobbing into Blaine's neck.

"I am so sorry. I thought you wanted it hard. You know I would never hurt you, right?" Blaine cooed, horrified with himself of what he had done and angry with Kurt that he hadn't stopped him.

"No. No – you're perfect. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Kurt cried and strengthened his grip.

"Kurt, tell me what's going on. You can't just... fuck!" Blaine complained. He got to his feet and made Kurt stand up with him. He stuck his head out of the shower and fumbled around to find a towel.

In a hurried series of motions he turned off the water and wrapped the towel around Kurt. He forced Kurt out to stand on the towel he had put on the floor before he found a towel for himself and dragged the boy back into his embrace where he continued crying.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's happening with me. I just get so confused and scared. I don't even know myself anymore. I'm sorry, I just need you so much," Kurt sobbed apologetically.

Blaine was just about to answer when the door on the opposite side of Kurt's room opened and Kurt's brother was frozen in motion, staring at them like he had seen a ghost.

"I – oh – I... I didn't know it was occupied. The door wasn't locked. I'll just..." the big boy started stammering, but didn't move an inch. Kurt was still shaking from crying and it was hard to say if it was his tears or the water that had soaked Blaine's shoulder.

"Just get out!" Blaine snarled at Finn who was ripped out of his paralyzingly state and left the room, smacking the door behind him.

"Come on, doll-face. Let's get you to bed or something. I promise I'm not going anywhere for as long as you want me," Blaine promised while he tried drying Kurt best possible.

He kissed Kurt's temple before he released his grip around him and started rummaging around the little cupboard on Kurt's side of the bathroom. He found out a series of lotions and creams, and without asking he let Kurt's towel drop to the floor and started massaging the most expensive of the lotions around Kurt's entire body. When he was finished he folded the towel back around him and walked him back to his room. He took the liberty of going through Kurt's closet and found out a set of underwear and a pajamas that he helped Kurt get into. When he was dressed Blaine tugged Kurt into bed with a kiss to his forehead and left to clean up the mess in the bathroom.

When he returned Kurt was asleep so he slipped into the bed where he wrapped himself around the boy. Kurt easily molded himself into the frame of Blaine's body with their lungs immediately adjusting to each other's breathing.

xXx

"Kurt? Kurt, wake up!"

Blaine slowly started to drift back to consciousness to the sound of someone calling Kurt's name. He squeezed his arm around Kurt's waist as he threw his naked leg over Kurt's so he could entangle it possessively in Kurt's limbs. Blaine hummed satisfied from the feeling of Kurt shuffling closer in his arms with Kurt's hip rubbing against his semi-erection.

"Kurt! You can't sleep all day, kiddo," a husky voice said, a little firmer this time. In his hazed state of drifting in and out of sleep Blaine sensed Kurt turning stiff in his arms before he abruptly rushed to sit up and threw the covers over the both of them.

"Dad?! Oh my god. Oh god. Pretend you didn't... I'm awake! We'll be down in a minute," he blabbered out, flustered and refusing to look at Blaine when he was sitting up next to him.

"Hey. Sir -" Blaine choked out, still tumble-minded from sleeping.

"Spare me. Get dressed if you wanna be in my son's room, especially in his bed. Let's pretend Finn didn't tell me what he caught you doing earlier," Kurt's dad huffed through gritted teeth.

"Kurt, I don't want you hiding away in your room. I think we need to discuss this so I want you downstairs in fifteen minutes. Think you can keep it in your pants?" His dad snapped, his last comment very sharply directed at Blaine.

"Yes, sir. We'll be ready soon," Blaine said sheepishly and tried to not let his hand drift to Kurt's thigh under the comforter.

With a pointed look and a sound that was very familiar to a growl Mr. Hummel turned and left the room. The second the door was closed behind him Kurt whimpered and fell between the pillows so he could hide his face in the sheets.

"Oh god. This is what it feels like to be headed for hell, isn't it?" He complained weakly.

"Don't say that. It'll get better. We just need to get through this. And to remember that I should be dressed at all times when we're at your house," Blaine chuckled and turned on his side to drag Kurt closer for a quick cuddle with his nose nuzzled into his hair.

It wasn't until then he realized that Kurt was back to crying. He curled up in Blaine's arms on his side with sniffling and tears rolling down their skin.

"Doll-face. It's gonna be fine. I'll pay for your tuition in Dalton. You'll be safe there. I promise that I will never ever let anyone harm you again," Blaine cooed and kissed his temple, fingers running into Kurt's hair.

"You don't get it! Not everyone is swimming around in money, Blaine!" Kurt shrieked and moved away, forcing Blaine's arms roughly away from his shoulders.

"I know that! That's why I said I would pay. If I have the money to make sure you're safe then what the should the problem be?" Blaine snarled and got to his feet. He started to pull his pants on, knowing Kurt was watching him closely but not planning on caving to his emotional state.

"The problem, Blaine, is that I am surprised that you're even still with me. What if you get bored with me in a week or a month? Or maybe in a few months? Then I will get back to McKinley where they will be even worse because I ran away," Kurt said, cheeks wet from tears and eyes red from exhaustion.

"How could I get bored with you? What kind of thing is that to say?" Blaine spat out, shocked that Kurt would even propose something like that.

"Blaine – I have nothing to offer you. You've got everything going for you and I'm just a kid. I'm probably the only person you've fucked more than once. Except for your brother-in-law. My dad is right – it's only a matter of time before you need something fresh and then either find someone on the side or kick me out," Kurt wailed and Blaine was impressed that he had been able to understand the words considering how much Kurt was sobbing.

There was no doubt that this was a dark fear that had been rolling around in the back of Kurt's head for a long time. Now Blaine just needed to decide whether he should answer to his anger of Kurt thinking those things about him, or if he should react to his need for comforting Kurt.

"You're a real bitch, you are. I just put every-fucking-thing on the line for you. I sat there taking all the shit. If they hadn't called your parents they had called the cops and I would have my career ruined, my public face, my entire life! One of the photographers I used to work with all the time just got locked up for fucking around with 14 year old models – that's two years older than you – but I stayed in that lame school so I could make sure you would be okay. Kurt, I haven't fucked anyone but you for months now, because I only want to fuck you! Sure, there are hot guys everywhere, but what the hell does that matter when I'd much rather watch TV in my sweats with my arms around you than go stick my dick in some stranger's ass?" He hissed out and turned his back on Kurt to hide how much this was upsetting him.

He started pulling on his undershirt and was just about to get his shirt back on when Kurt's hands slid around his torso, wrapping his arms around his waist and his chin finding place on Blaine's shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I... it's not that I don't trust you, it's just really hard. I don't see why you should change your entire mindset just because of me. And it doesn't make it easier when I... when I constantly have people telling me how worthless I am. It's a lame excuse, but I don't know anything anymore," Kurt whimpered apologetically.

Blaine sighed heavily and turned around to find Kurt on his knees on the edge of the bed. He brushed a hand lightly over Kurt's hair before he pushed Kurt down to sit on his haunches so Blaine could sit down next to him, his hand locking around Kurt's in his lap.

"Doll-face – we can't let this come between us. You have to have some faith in me. If we let this destroy us, I am afraid it will completely destroy you, and I can't do that. I can't lose you – not because you left me, and not in any other way. To know that those guys are after you is scaring me, but if we stick together we can screw those bitches." Blaine blabbered away and let his forehead bump against Kurt's before he straightened his neck and forced Kurt to meet his eyes regardless of how much he was struggling against it.

"Kurt... I don't get it either. All I know is that you are fantastic, and I didn't change my mindset because of you – you changed my whole mindset. Sometimes it's tempting when I'm at some party or event and some dude offers me a quick fuck – but then I remember you, and it's not so hard to decline. And when I hear about what those guys did to you, when I think about it – I just wanna kill them. Because you're not worthless. You're everything I need, and the only one I want. Maybe it's not a good idea for you to go to Dalton, but if I have to I will sue the school and the parents and everyone who has let those jocks hurt you and just turned the blind eye. I am not letting go without a fight – not those sick bastards, and I am not letting you go without a fight. Do you get that? You're my... Doll-face. Everything," Blaine said with heavy heart and a hope that he wouldn't ever have to try and convince Kurt that he loved him again, because he couldn't take the idea of Kurt not believing it.

"Thank you. I think... we need to talk to my dad. I don't wanna change schools. I like being in this school, I have friends here. I don't want anyone to get in trouble, but I can't stand being afraid all the time," Kurt cried and clenched Blaine's hand.

"We'll work something out, babe. I promise. Now smile for me so your family won't think I'm hitting you or something," Blaine chuckled and leaned in to put a peck to Kurt's lips, happy to receive a smile from Kurt.

xXx

Discussing the situation with Kurt's parents was harder than Blaine had imagined. He was lucky to find that they considered him to be entitled to some sort of involvement in what would happen, but they still didn't find him equally as important to have a say which was frustrating when he knew that he had other possibilities than they had, given his economic and social status which Kurt could benefit greatly from.

After a lot of talking back and forth, raised voices and Kurt begging to let the subject go they finally agreed that Kurt transferring to Dalton would be a last option but it wouldn't be completely pushed away. Other than that they came to the solution that they would see what happened when the teachers had talked to the jocks and hopefully had been able to set up a meeting with the jocks and their parents where all of them would be present. Blaine kept saying that he thought that they should keep the stand that the jocks should be expelled and if the school wouldn't do that they should prosecute them. Kurt's parents didn't find the idea appealing and Kurt kept whispering that he should let it go.

In the end Kurt's dad wanted to wrap it all up by setting down ground rules for their relationship and Blaine had to struggle to not roll his eyes at the term. It was harder to date a teenager than he had thought it would be – even Kurt who pretty much lived his own life without his dad's sharp eyes on him.

"First of all I want to know whenever you two are together. I don't care if it's here or there, or if you just go to the freaking mall. I wanna know. Second of all I want you to keep it in your pants, and if you can't do that you'll at least do it for as long as you aren't alone in the house. I don't wanna know anything detailed and I will just pretend you're being platonic, but I'm not stupid – and you will be safe," he said and did his best to avoid eye-contact.

"Sir, I was tested. I have my doctor's word that I am not carrying anything around to pass on to Kurt. I would never do that to him," Blaine said but knew immediately that he shouldn't have.

"I don't wanna hear about it, alright? But if Kurt gets so much as a cold I will blame you, get me?" Kurt's dad said, and Blaine could feel Kurt stare like he had been slapped in the face.

"Yes. Of course. But that won't be the case," Blaine assured him.

"Good. And it's getting closer, so I'm gonna need some details about your brother's wedding, if you're taking Kurt. Address of where you're staying, when you're going and stuff like that," he ended and got to his feet, clearly uncomfortable about the situation.

Blaine followed to get up and Kurt as well next to him. Blaine nodded and followed Kurt towards the stairs but they were stopped right as they were about to climb it.

"But Blaine – thanks for keeping my kid safe and happy. It's about time someone saw him for what he's worth," Mr. Hummel said and Blaine was just about to respond when Kurt had flung himself into his dad's arms.

"Thanks, dad," he mumbled against his dad's shoulder and accepted the light squeeze before he returned to lead Blaine upstairs to his room.

Kurt threw a t-shirt in his face and Blaine knew that it was for sleeping purpose. They crawled into bed and wrapped their arms around each other, Kurt mindlessly placing kisses everywhere he could reach.

"I trust you. We'll be okay. I promise. I love you," he whispered with a thumb stroking lightly over the small of Blaine's back.

"Good. That's all I need. I love you too, Doll-face."

xXx

Next day they had to get up early. It was Saturday and Kurt had a glee club competition to go to. Blaine dropped Kurt off by the school where he was meeting with the other glee club members to take a bus to where the competition was held in a town an hour away from Lima. After that Blaine quickly drove home to shower and put on a fresh suit before he was back in his car.

The auditorium was small and crowded with middle-class parents and public school teachers encouraging their kids in a way that nearly screamed "wiped off talent" and Blaine had to remind himself why he was there in the first place. He was just about to pull out his phone to text Kurt when he was stopped by a familiar face.

"Blaine? Hi. I'm guessing you're here to see Kurt?" Sebastian smiled as he approached him in the midst of the masses of people struggling to find a free seat where they had best view to the stage.

"Hey – Sebastian. Yeah, I am. And you're here for your cousin, I guess -" Blaine beamed and accepted a warm hug from his soon-to-be brother-in-law.

"Yeah. She said that they were performing this weekend and since I didn't have work and Cooper had promised to take Marilyn to your mom's house I figured I would show my support. I didn't know you were... public in Kurt's school that way," Sebastian told.

They found two empty seats a few rows from the front where they could sit down. They twisted a little in their seats so they could keep contact while talking since it was still mayhem of people around them.

"We weren't really, but it all went crazy yesterday. I'm afraid I'm just fucking things up for him more than I'm making them better. Sometimes I wonder if I should just be adult and leave him. He would be crushed at first – but he would get over me, and it would be easier for him to deal with a boyfriend his own age in the middle of all of this," Blaine revealed and it wasn't until then that he realized that it was true – he had given it a little more thought than he had noticed and a stone in his heart told him that he was being egoistic for staying with Kurt when it created all of these troubles.

"Don't say that. He would never get over you. The way he looks at you is not like anything I've ever seen. Like it's the first time he's seeing the sun. It can never be your fault that he has problems, but I assure you that if you left him it would only make everything harder for him. It would break him completely. You're his world, Blaine -" Sebastian said softly.

"You're good to him. He would never ever get over you."

The stone in Blaine's heart seemed to crumple up and melt away from Sebastian's words. In the middle of everything where it seemed like everyone were against his relationship to Kurt it was nice to know that at least one person wanted to see them together.

"Thanks. I think I needed to hear that," Blaine mumbled awkwardly with a crooked smile.

"Anytime, babe. In the break you'll tell me what happened yesterday," Sebastian declared and brushed his hand lightly over Blaine's before they turned to the stage as the lamps over their heads were starting to turn dark.

They stayed in the dark and watched the different choirs doing so-so performances of a variety of pop numbers. Every now and then they would share a smile and sometimes Sebastian would squeeze Blaine's hand on the armrest between them.

As the break kicked in they stood up and walked to the hall to get a drink. With a bottle of water each they found a corner where they could talk quietly until the show would be back on.

"So Kurt told me that these jocks are beating him up and... touching him and – shit. It's just so crazy. Like out of a Lifetime movie," Blaine explained and closed his eyes as he let his head thump back against the cold yellow wall.

With a deep breath he started explaining everything from their fight after the dinner at Cooper and Sebastian's place, through their silence and what had happened when he had found Kurt sleeping in his bed. He told the tale about the parent-teacher conference in Kurt's school and the talk with Kurt's parents. Like always Sebastian was patient and listened, nodding at all the right places and looking shocked and stunned whenever needed was.

"I'm really sorry, babe. This is crazy. I can understand why you've been so upset lately. Is there anything I can do? I mean – I think it's for the best that he stays in his own school with his friends, but of course this shouldn't continue," Sebastian said as soon as Blaine ended his talk.

"I know, right? Who knew being a teenager could seem so hopeless?" Blaine chuckled hollowly and shook his shoulders a little, hoping to somehow get himself back to a less depressed state.

"You're so great. I should never have let you end up with my stupid brother," he said.

"He's alright. I mean – he's no you... But he's a good man. He's good for me, and our daughter," Sebastian joked, and right as things were about to get awkward they noticed people starting to head back to the auditorium so they followed in silence.

As the dark fell over their heads Kurt's glee club entered the stage. Kurt's brother and his girlfriend started the performance with a heartfelt duet making Blaine roll his eyes and wish that he could be somewhere else. That was until the song drifted into a more upbeat number where a few different boys and girls were singing, everyone dancing around and to Blaine's surprise Kurt took over an entire verse as he spun Sebastian's cousin around in an elegant dance with a bright smile covering his face. For a fleeting second he caught a glimpse of Blaine in the audience and nearly tripped over his own feet but to Blaine it seemed like his eyes lit up the entire stage.

Naturally all the other choirs were dull compared to Kurt's performance. Blaine didn't even bother to really clap at them even though Sebastian sent him sharp looks. However, when Kurt's glee club was announced to proceed to Nationals part of the competition Blaine was on his feet clapping proudly.

The moment it was all over Blaine and Sebastian waited in their seats and it only took ten minutes before Kurt and Sebastian's cousin were next to them. The blonde girl threw her arms around Sebastian with a wide smile and Kurt jumped into Blaine's arms and pressed their mouths together.

"I didn't know if you would be here. I was so nervous, but when I saw you there I just... got even more nervous," Kurt murmured awkwardly and let his fingers intertwine with Blaine's.

"Of course I would be here. I promised, right? You were really amazing. You're perfect on stage," Blaine smiled and kissed his cheek before returning his attention to Sebastian and his cousin.

They all talked for a bit and Sebastian's cousin introduced herself as Quinn. She was a pretty girl with a flawless smile. Blaine remembered her from the day before in Kurt's school where she had been wearing a cheerleader's uniform and he had wondered if she had been among the people pretending it was nothing when Kurt was being harassed in the hallways. Now he didn't think so anymore.

It was great to hang with Sebastian and his cousin while holding Kurt's hand. It was relaxed and no one mentioned anything serious that could potentially cause depression or fighting. They agreed to go out to dinner and spent the entire evening at some small cafe eating cheesecake and listening to Kurt and Quinn tell about some of the ridiculous things their glee club had done.

After a long evening of letting go of all cares, holding his arm around Kurt while he and Sebastian talked about their time in glee club when they were in school they said goodnight and Blaine took Kurt back to his apartment where they went to bed, chatting and laughing over the events of the day. When it turned so late that Kurt could barely keep his eyes open they put their arms around each other and kissed until they fell asleep – no, he was definitely going to stay selfish and egoistic so he could stay with Kurt for as long as Kurt would want him.

xXx

The meeting in Kurt's school Thursday evening was horrible. It was a disaster. Even before the meeting started the principal kept sending Blaine sharp eyes, and Kurt's glee club teacher told them that it would be for the best for them to keep distance so he couldn't even hold Kurt's hand when he was about to face his bullies. He wanted to do it anyway, to defy them and show them that they didn't have a say in how their relationship worked, but he figured that unfortunately it would only make it worse for Kurt if he started spiting them so he kept his hands to himself.

The mothers of the jocks were crying and the fathers were grumpy. Of course all parents denied that their kids were capable of such cruel acts, but right when Blaine could feel that his anger was on the edge of exploding Kurt's dad did it himself.

To everyone's shock Kurt's dad slammed his fist down in the table and told them all to get their heads out of their butts and face the reality of the situation. He told them about how Kurt had been depressed and lonely since he started the school and how he had noticed it getting worse and worse. In the end he explained about the bruises and the mothers once again denied their sons being able to even think about doing stuff like that until Blaine pulled his phone out.

"I'm sorry. This may come off as creepy, but I knew that this would probably be the case, and since I could never ask Kurt to strip in front of you I have... pictures. Of his bruises," he said and flipped through the photos on his phone and showed them to the mothers who went back to crying.

"They're really bad. He's been having permanent bruises for weeks now. You can't just sit there and defend what your sorry excuses for kids are doing when they're hurting someone else. What kind of message is it to send to your kids that they can just go around beating up people and then it will have no consequences," Blaine snapped with pursed lips before he turned to the teachers.

"And the same goes for you. If you aren't going to let this set some sort of precedence of how bullying will be handled in this place you are some really awful people and you shouldn't be allowed to work with kids."

He snatched his phone from the teacher's desk and marched out of the room. He was too angry to stay in there. Everyone was acting like it was some lame case of a child having taken another child's shovel in the sandbox.

"Blaine. You can't let yourself get carried away like that," Kurt said as he came walking down the hall towards him a few minutes later.

It felt like he had been pacing the floors of the high school halls for ages before Kurt came from the office. He stopped a few feet from Blaine with his hands in the pockets of his slacks and sighed heavily.

"I know why you did it. It just doesn't really help me – or you for that matter. It doesn't help us. And... I want us to be together in this," Kurt said and suddenly he sounded very grown-up. Blaine himself didn't feel very grown-up at the moment.

"Me too. All I care about right now is getting those idiots punished for how they hurt you. How they've torn up that beautiful body hidden under all of that terrible clothes," Blaine smirked and ran a finger down Kurt's torso.

"Alright – not really parent-teacher conference subject to go for there. But... the principal said that he will take the issue up with the school board on the meeting on Tuesday and we'll see what happens. He can't make a decision alone, apparently. Until then they're suspended... despite the hysterics one of the mothers had," Kurt explained and smiled, seeming nearly relieved.

"Good. At least something is happening now. How do you feel about it?" Blaine asked but was stopped as the door to the office opened and the hall was filled with teachers, parents and grumpy jocks. Blaine quickly had his finger away from the top of Kurt's jeans and did his best to return to responsible adult mode.

The jocks and their parents walked past them, dissatisfied expressions taking over their faces as they sent them pointed looks with gritted teeth. The second they had turned around the corner Kurt moved closer to Blaine and grabbed his hand.

"I am guessing Kurt has filled you in on the outcome," Mr. Hummel said as he and his wife joined them. They looked like they weren't exactly happy with the result of the meeting, which was kind of how Blaine felt, but it wasn't like there was anything to do about it at that point.

"Yeah. Not exactly what I had hoped for, but at least something is happening now," Blaine nodded, doing his best to not let his annoyance take over. He still couldn't believe how ignorant those parents had been.

There was no reason for them to stay any longer, so they all said goodnight to the teachers and thanked them for their time before they went to the parking lot. Blaine had to say goodnight to Kurt in front of his parents since he was driving home with them and the situation was a bit awkward. For a moment he considered asking Kurt to tell them about how extreme the jocks had been; how they had touched him and the things they had said to him. Blaine knew that it would tick off Kurt's dad, he was sure of it, but he didn't want to make things more uncomfortable for Kurt than they already were.

Instead he kissed him goodnight and told him that he loved him. He squeezed his hand and Kurt promised to call him before going to sleep. Blaine said goodnight to Kurt's parents and thanked them for having allowed him to sit in on the meeting, in return they thanked him for caring enough about Kurt to even wanna be there.

To Blaine's relief Kurt didn't sound as exhausted and sad on the phone as he had done for the last few weeks. Maybe this could go in the right direction anyway.