When a stream of sunlight hit Blaine's face, along with a wave of fresh air filling the room, he firstly hummed lightly at the back of his throat and turned to pull Kurt closer. In return Kurt kissed his cheek and strengthened his grip on Blaine's hip. That's when it happened.

"Blaine, I think you should get up soon. Your dad is out for a company-brunch so I made breakfast for all of us," his mom said with a cheery voice, somewhere at the end of the room.

Blaine's eyes rushed open in panic. Why on earth was his mom in his room when he was only in his underwear with his entire body entangled in Kurt's limbs on his equally nearly naked body?

"Mom? Oh my god -" He hissed and was happy to see that she was only standing in the door, even though the open curtains and windows showed that she clearly had been all the way in and around the room while they were sleeping.

"I'm sorry, honey, but I can't let you sleep all day when you have school tomorrow," she said apologetically.

"I'll let you two wash up and get dressed, and I'll see you downstairs soon, okay?" She chimed and left the room, closing the door after her.

Maybe, by some lucky coincidence that was way out of his league, Kurt would still be asleep and hadn't noticed the uninvited intruder into their sleep.

"Ugh, is she always like that in the morning? Now it will be much harder for me to convince you to get rid of that morning-iron in my underwear -" Kurt groaned with his nose boring into the crook of Blaine's neck.

"Let's just get dressed and go down before I will end my days like this -" Blaine whined and tried to roll out of the bed, but Kurt held him back.

Kurt chuckled lightly before he started kissing Blaine's neck and grinded against his thigh. He sure was very hard. How did he keep up his stamina?

"That's not fair. You're playing dirty," Blaine grinned and finally succeeded in rolling himself out of Kurt's grip so he could get to his feet where he didn't even bother to care that now he was semi-hard as well.

"Oh? I think the only thing dirty here is your mind," Kurt said teasefully as he pulled his cock out and began pumping it dozily.

Blaine couldn't look. He had to force himself to keep his eyes away, because he wanted to join him so badly, but there was no way he would risk his mom coming back to make sure they hadn't fallen asleep again.

Without knowing it Blaine was on all fours next to Kurt, pressing his lips on Kurt's and pushing his hand away so he could stroke him himself.

"God, yes, baby. So good -" Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth as he tugged on his curls and slipped his tongue over his lower lip. He danced his tongue around and hummed into Blaine's mouth while his hand ran softly down his bicep.

"Mhm, like that, gorgeous – just like that..." Kurt kept going as Blaine slipped his thumb through pre-come and down his shaft with fast strokes.

"Kurt – I can't keep going. You can't come now. Not on my sheets," Blaine reminded him between spreading kisses around his jaw.

"Don't stop, don't stop. Blaine!" Kurt pleaded in a whine and ran his hand down Blaine's chest to twist his nipple painfully good as his eyes flew open to pierce themselves into Blaine's brown right in front of his own blue.

"I'm sorry, baby. Not today..." Blaine apologized and pressed one last deep kiss to Kurt's mouth before releasing his tight grip on his dick. He reached down to put his underwear properly back on his panting boyfriend, careful not to hurt him in the action before he got off the bed so he could start pulling on his pajama pants from the night before.

Kurt was staring at him in terror. Shock was painted over his face and his lungs were heaving for air.

Blaine couldn't help laughing at little at his expression, but turned to his closet and threw a pair of sweats and a Dalton t-shirt in his face. He sent him a sharp look and Kurt clearly knew that he'd better put it on, because he drew a hand down his briefs to adjust his still hard cock before starting to pull the t-shirt over his head.

"There. Am I a preppy now?" Kurt grumbled as he got to his feet, finally dressed enough to be presentable for breakfast with his mother-in-law.

"I hardly think you could be in Dalton just because you're wearing the t-shirt. I would more think you had stolen it somewhere," Blaine chuckled, but couldn't help the butterflies swelling from the sight of Kurt in his t-shirt.

"I don't steal!" Kurt said with a feigned shocked expression as he pinched Blaine's ass before they left the room.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asked confused as Blaine turned in the opposite direction of the stairs.

"To the bathroom. And you're going with me, Mr." Blaine said and grabbed around his elbow to lead him towards the bathroom a little down the hall.

"Seriously – wash your hands before going to eat with my mom. I don't want her to smell penis and sex all over us," Blaine warned him and Kurt wrinkled his nose like he was the one smelling something he wasn't liking.

"Penis? What are you, 50?"

"Shut up and wash your hands! And kiss me, cause you're not getting any in front of my mom," Blaine said firmly, and to his surprise Kurt obliged without further objections.

The minute they entered the kitchen Blaine's mom lit up and gestured for them to take seat. They sat down and accepted the coffee she offered them before Blaine happily noticed that Kurt actually kept his hands on the table for once.

The silence filled the room as they all began to eat. Blaine did his best to keep his eyes locked in his plate, but he could feel his mom's eyes observing his and Kurt's every move, and hoped that he could ignore it, or that she would soon be satisfied enough to direct her attention elsewhere.

"So... boys – Kurt. You're a senior? In McKinley High, as far as I can understand," Blaine's mom sad, and Blaine nearly dropped his knife on the plate from the sound of his mom addressing his boyfriend so directly.

"Uhm... yeah. I am. Not that it's anything to talk about though," Kurt said a little sheepishly, doing his best to seem like he was highly absorbed in smearing marmalade on his bagel though it was clearly all over and had been for a while now.

"Don't say that. I'm sure you're doing good in school. Are you in glee club too? Blaine loves being in The Warblers – besides from Tina they're his best friends."

Blaine felt everything inside of him tie up from the mention of The Warblers. He still hadn't told his mom what had happened. He hadn't figured out how to maneuver around the thing about the free clinic and the way they had talked about Kurt, because he didn't want her to feel like there could be even 0,00001% chance that there was a hold in the accusations.

To his relief he felt Kurt's hand squeeze lightly around his, and when he looked up Kurt was sending him a warm, comforting glance that settled itself in him with a soothing wall around his heart. Regardless of how heartbroken he was about the warbler-vention he could count on Kurt.

"I was... but I quit. We had some – artistic differences. But the other day I talked to Tina and I'm starting again tomorrow. Blaine talked me into doing it," he smiled and clenched Blaine's hand a little tighter before removing his own to grab his coffee mug.

The rest of the breakfast was nothing but Blaine's mom asking about their date the previous night, and complimenting Kurt's style and hair. Of course she figured it to be a good idea to also mention how adorable she thought they were looking together and how happy she was for them.

As soon as they were finished eating she assured them that it was okay for them to retreat to Blaine's room, but said that she would love to spend some more time with them if they were interested. Kurt was cute and polite all way through, and Blaine did his best to keep his mood up and push away the thought of The Warblers.

However, as soon as they were back in his room Kurt pulled him into a hug and dragged him down on the bed with him. Apparently he couldn't hide anything from him.

"What's with you, cute-ass? Are you alright?" Kurt asked and kissed his forehead while clenching around his shoulders.

"I don't wanna go to school tomorrow," Blaine moped and let his temple rest against Kurt's sternum so he could listen to the beating of his heart. Usually it made him relax and it was good enough to make him fall to sleep, but right now the unease was still roaming around his body.

"Because of The Blabber-thing? Babe, you can't let them get to you. You can't let them keep you from going to school, or smiling, or doing the things you usually do – though I would only be happy to have more time with you. But this isn't you," Kurt sighed and ran his fingers through Blaine's hair.

It was sweet, and Blaine was touched that Kurt would think like that. If it had been only a month ago he would have told Blaine to quit school with him so they could spend all their time together instead. He was impressed by how much Kurt had developed and how he suddenly was worried about Blaine and his happiness instead of only caring about not caring about anything.

"It's The Warblers. But yeah – I just can't stand the thought of facing them after what they did. I haven't heard from any of them since, and I just... I don't wanna be with them," Blaine whined and tugged a fistful of Kurt's t-shirt as he entangled his leg between Kurt's.

To his surprise Kurt released his grip on his shoulders and pushed him a little away so he could look at his face. His eyes were searching Blaine's for a moment, his thumbs brushing soothingly over his arms.

"I know it sucks. Trust me, if anyone knows about bullying it's me – but you have to go back and try make up with them. So what if they don't like me, I'm not gonna fuck any of them anyway. I only wanna be with you, and it shouldn't matter to them that you wanna be with me," he said and Blaine felt a flicker of concern running through Kurt in the moment.

"But what if they get at it again? Then I'm just supposed to take it?"

"I'm not saying that! I'm just saying that you're gonna regret it if you don't get this over with soon. So you might not go back to be BFF's with them straight away – but don't you fucking let them think they can get you down. You're too strong to break down without a fight!"

Kurt's eyes were firm and strong. He didn't allow Blaine's to stray for a moment, and it made Blaine feel safe.

"Alright. I'll go. I'll... go -" Blaine sighed and watched a smile spreading on Kurt's face.

"Good. You go show them what it means to be a man!"

They cuddled up on the bed for a while before Kurt declared that he would have to go home. He had promised his dad to not be home too late and he had to help Finn with something on his car.

It was with heavy steps and heavy heart Blaine walked Kurt to the door and kissed him before having to let him go home. He stayed in the door to watch the car disappear down the street and when he walked back down the hall he figured he might as well go see what his mom was doing. Since she was just on the couch reading something for work he slumped down next to her to surf through the channels on the TV.

The day was slow and boring, but when he was in bed he couldn't help dreading the morning waiting for him. He found out his phone several times to text Kurt that he was just going to stay home, but regretted and deleted the message before sending it.

Kurt: "Hey babe. I hope you aren't sleeping yet. I just thought I'd tell you that you'll be fine tomorrow. If not you'll just have to kick their asses. I love you xxxx"

Blaine: "You're the best. Let me know how glee club works out. If the guys beat me up I'll come running to you. I love you too xxxx#

Kurt: "They won't. They just need to leave you the fuck alone. Now sleep and you can text me all day tomorrow. Goodnight, sexy. Miss your ass."

Blaine: "Goodnight. I miss you too."

xXx

Monday was terrible, as expected. Everyone was staring; not just The Warblers. Blaine kept to himself and forced himself through his classes. He kept considering to leave early, but whenever he tried figuring out how fast he could collect his books and get to his car without having to face anyone he remembered what Kurt had told him the day before: "...don't you fucking let them think they can get you down. You're too strong to break down without a fight!"

It was a great help to know that Kurt supported him so much. He didn't know what he would have done if Kurt hadn't supported him that way. When he finally reached the end of the day he felt like he had lived a real-life-miracle – but when he came to his car he was stopped with ice filling his stomach.

"Blaine, come on – don't be like that. We're just worried about you, that's all," Nick said when he cornered him by his car. He had this nervous look he always wore when they had been doing stuff that wasn't exactly gentleman-esque, like drinking too much at their Warbler parties, or making fun of a teacher. If anyone in the world had a sense of feeling guilty it was Nick.

"If you were worried about me you would want me to be happy – I can't believe none of you even talked to me," Blaine said painfully.

He threw his bag onto the backseat of his car and slammed the door. He wasn't planning on staying to chit-chat, even though he felt bad that Nick evidently was feeling guilty.

"We just thought this was the best way to do it," he tried to explain.

"Well, you thought wrong. Don't you get that Kurt is nothing like you made him seem in there?" Blaine snapped.

"Blaine, you just see that because you have feelings for him. We see him differently because we don't have any feelings involved. We just want what's best for you – we don't wanna see you get hurt," Nick sighed hopelessly.

"You don't even know him!"

Blaine opened the door and started getting into his car, not caring that Nick was asking him to wait. There was Warbler practice in an hour, but there was no way in Hell Blaine was stepping into that room.

The drive from Westerville was long and a slow kind of torture. The trees lining up at the highway felt like they were mocking him with their stupid dark, green leaves and their stupid brown trunks. The sky seemed dark above him even though it was only 4 in the afternoon, with his luck these days it was bound to start raining soon.

Without realizing it Blaine found himself parking his car in the McKinley High parking lot. He knew from Tina that the glee club was rehearsing from 3 to 5.30 this Monday, but he had no idea if he was hoping to run into Kurt or Tina, or if he even wanted to run into either of them. Right now he just couldn't go home – so he texted Tina.

Blaine: "Hey. Still at glee rehearsal?"

At first he didn't expect her to reply. He waited and waited, and for a moment he considered if he should go to The Lima Bean to get coffee, but right then his phone vibrated.

Tina: "Yeah. Sorry. We can meet later if you want?"

Did he really want to do this? Would this be a good idea?

Blaine: "Actually... I'm close, so I was thinking to drop by. If I can?"

Tina: "At glee rehearsal?"

Blaine: "Yeah. If it would be okay?"

Tina: "Is this just about Kurt being here?"

Blaine: "No, of course not. I miss you. We haven't talked for ages."

Tina: "Sure. I'll meet you by the choir room."

He got out of his car and stayed staring at the school in front of him for a moment. He could hear the sound of cheerleaders practicing at the football field. The clouds over him were in even darker gray now and he could feel small drops hitting his face, so he figured he should just as well get inside.

He heard the cheerleaders whine as their coach was roaring at them, and stepped inside the deserted school. The halls were empty and Blaine felt like he was in a horror movie. His steps echoed as he found his way towards the choir room. He had only been there twice, each time Tina had been the only one to be there and it had been because he was picking her up when she had been sewing costumes alone after school. Sometimes he couldn't believe how dedicated she was to her glee club.

"Hey, Blaine. That was quick," Tina said as she came running down the hall to meet him.

"Yeah, I was sort of nearby. How are you? And wow that is..." Blaine burst out as he realized that she was wearing a dress that mostly looked like a cupcake dipped in whipped cream with silver sprinkles and she had silver glitter twirling down from her eyebrow over her temple and cheek.

"I know, I know. Rachel thought she could design this year's National costumes and found this in the wardrobe at the auditorium. I promise you, this is not leaving this building," she assured him and rolled her eyes.

"No way that I'm letting this go -" Blaine laughed and pulled out his phone.

Right as Tina panicked and grabbed for the phone he was lucky enough to get a picture. She punched him lightly on the arm, before sticking out her tongue at him.

"That is so not fair!"

"That hurt, Tina!" He complained and rubbed the place a little. He locked his phone and put it back in his pocket. This was the moment where the laughter would die and Tina would go serious – she knew something was nagging him.

"So... why are you really here?" She asked and sent him that glare that told him that regardless of how much he would try to deny that there was a deeper explaining to why he was coming there when he should be at Warbler practice she would know he had a reason.

"Alright. I hope you have time then," Blaine sighed.

He leaned against the wall and Tina followed. Thus began his long tale of how his friends had ambushed him to tell him how terrible his boyfriend was and how this boy that he loved so much was a bad influence on him.

She listened and nodded and "hmm"-ed at all the right times. She let her hand find his and squeezed it gently as she let him babble out about how he felt like they had stabbed him in the back and how lonely he was feeling in this school that served as his second home, among these guys who used to be his second family.

Right when he reached the point of where Kurt arrived at his doorstep to leave him comfort-gifts before leaving to give Blaine the time alone he had requested, her phone started ringing – and he was happy because he was sure he had been on the edge of what could possibly have been bad in the middle of a school he did not go to.

"Yes. I'll be right there, calm down!" Tina snapped into the phone before she turned to face Blaine with apology painted all over her face.

"I'm sorry. That was Santana calling me a long line of Spanish profanities. I have to get back. Wanna go home? You can come with me if you want – Kurt looks really handsome in his outfit," she said and tried sending him a gentle smile.

"You don't think I'd get thrown out? I mean, I am the enemy here," Blaine joked dryly.

"But you lost – so you're no more enemy to us than the choir at the senior center," Tina teased and led him towards the auditorium.

Blaine had never been in the McKinley High auditorium before. He followed Tina down the long stairs and was happy to see that no one but them was there, except for a blonde girl looking like she had smelled something disgusting, but Blaine came to the conclusion that she was probably angry because of her outfit – a replica of Tina's.

Slowly teenagers started streaming in from the sides of the stage, girls wearing dresses like Tina's and boys wearing white suits with matching silver glitter twirling down the front of the jacket. To Blaine's surprise he didn't see Kurt anywhere and he felt a little tinge in his stomach fearing that maybe Kurt had already ditched again.

"Mr. Schue, I hope it's okay that Blaine stays here. He needed a friend and I told him he could come," Tina said to the man who undoubtedly had to be the teacher. He nodded in agreement and declared that the break was over and they should get back to work.

They all lined up in formation and started doing some twirls and spins, a tall blonde girl shouting at them what to do and when to do it. Most seemed to have the basic moves under control while others seemed like they were better off locked up so they didn't hurt anyone.

"What the hell are you doing here?" A familiar voice sounded behind Blaine. Everyone stopped and stared at the stairs where Kurt was starting to cross the floor in quick steps.

He didn't look as ridiculous as the rest of the group – because he was Kurt. He wasn't wearing the white jacket, but he was wearing the white trouser and the black shirt where he had rolled the sleeves to his elbows. As he reached Blaine he took off his sunglasses and Blaine couldn't help feeling his head swim lightly from the distinct scent of Kurt and nicotine.

"Are you spying on me now?" Kurt asked, his back at the rest of the glee club, acting like they weren't even in the room.

"No. I -" Blaine was just about to explain when Kurt's face went pale and all of his features turned sharp.

"Did they hurt you? Did they do anything to you? Cause if they did I'm gonna fucking kill them," Kurt declared through gritted teeth.

"No. I'm fine – sort of. I just had a really bad day, and I really needed to talk to someone, so I texted Tina and she told me to come here," Blaine told and realized how boneless he felt from the worrying and fighting and explaining. Lately he felt like it was all he did.

"It's okay, gorgeous. Just stick around. You scared me for a minute," Kurt said and cupped his neck before he put a wet kiss to Blaine's mouth and turned around to find the others watching them.

"What the fuck are you looking at? If you pay good enough maybe I can talk Handsome here into us making you a freaking video. If you pay extra maybe he'll even keep on the uniform. I've found that the tie is quite usable," Kurt growled at them as he stepped onto the stage to join the rest of the group.

Blaine found a seat at the front row and took off his blazer. He felt a little lighter and watched as they resumed their dance routine.

It was very hard not to stare at Kurt. Blaine couldn't stop his eyes from constantly wandering to the far right corner where Kurt was positioned. Somehow Kurt made the steps the others were doing clumsily look elegant and close to graceful. That was definitely not what he had expected to see from Kurt in dancing class.

He moved expertly around between the other group members and let the tip of his tongue peek out between his lips as he concentrated on perfecting his moves and focused on what Mike was telling them between the orders from the blonde.

The rehearsal was much quicker over than Blaine had expected. He was only there for an hour and a half before the teacher declared class dismissed and everyone ran off eager to get out of their costume and make-up. Before Kurt disappeared out in the dark of the stage corner he sent Blaine a wink, making Blaine's insides twist.

He got to his feet and grabbed his blazer when he received a text from Kurt telling him to come to the choir room because everyone was there, so he started to climb the stairs and headed down the halls.

"Hey sexy. Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Kurt asked and let his hand slide under Blaine's blazer and around to his back. The second he had seen Blaine enter the choir room he had been in front of him and grabbing his hand.

The room seemed small and crowded since rows of costumes on hangers were in the middle of the room and everyone was running around and changing clothes.

Blaine sighed and let his forehead drop to Kurt's shoulder. He explained his day to Kurt in short terms, determined not to let his emotions and hopelessness take over as he was in the middle of a room filled with strangers.

"I'm sorry, babe. Fuck them all. They don't deserve you," Kurt crooned and nippled lightly on his earlobe.

"I don't care. It just feels like hell," Blaine groaned and tugged Kurt closer, not even caring that people were staring at them. Right now he just needed his boyfriend to hold his arms around him and make the pain go away.

"I know. At least there's not long until school is over," Kurt smiled and leaned in to catch his ear.

"If you want I will kidnap you and we can run away together and never come back," Kurt whispered in his ear and chills shot down Blaine's spine. His fingers dug into Kurt's back and he couldn't really decide whether it was fire or ice rumbling around in his belly from the words vibrating through his body.

"I'm only a junior, you know that -" Blaine forced himself to say, because he wasn't really sure if Kurt actually meant it. They only touched the subject of future briefly some time ago, but he never found out what Kurt's actual plans were and he wouldn't put it past him to actually be serious about his idea.

"Doesn't matter if it's a kidnapping. We can do it tonight. Pack our bags and I'll pick you up when everyone's asleep. We'll never have to look back to this hell-hole anymore. All we will have will be each other and the world at our feet," Kurt cooed and nudged his nose against Blaine's neck.

His breath was warm, his voice was low and serious. It was like something had changed in him and Blaine couldn't tell what it was, but he was scared to move, because this was nothing like what they had ever said to each other – they had said "I love you" and they had said that they wanted to be together forever, but this was real and serious.

"Kurt..." Blaine started to say apologetically, because he didn't want to simply ignore it like it was a joke, yet he had no idea what to say or do about this sudden change. His heart was fluttering and he felt close to tears to know that Kurt would really do this for him, with him.

"I love you, Blaine -" Kurt said softly and kissed the corner of his mouth. He let his hands slide from Blaine's waist and over his forearms to squeeze around his hands before he turned on his heel and went back to changing into his own clothes.

"What was that about?" Tina asked as she come over to him.

She was back in her own dress and boots, her hair back to it's usual flat and loose perfection. She still had a little silver glitter on her cheek and she was holding her fake eyelashes between her fingers.

"I – am not really sure," was all Blaine could say.

Tina stared at him for a few moments, but after accepting that Blaine either wasn't ready to tell or that it wasn't any of her business she asked if they should go to her house. He happily agreed, thinking that he need some change of air and setting since lately all he had since was home, Kurt's house, school and the tire shop.

He went over to tell Kurt that he was leaving with Tina and Kurt promised to call him later. For some reason there was a sadness to Kurt's eyes when he hugged Blaine and whispered that the Dalton guys were a bunch of idiots and promised him that everything would be okay. He kissed Blaine deeply and squeezed his hand gently before letting him go.

xXx

His afternoon with Tina was nice. He had missed being with her a lot, and he felt guilty that he had been neglecting their friendship after he started dating Kurt. One of the good things about Tina was how understanding she always was, and she assured him that there were no hard feelings.

The next few days of school continued the same way. Blaine didn't talk to anyone, and since Nick hadn't gotten anything from approaching him by his car it seemed like he wasn't planning on giving it another go.

No, everyone left Blaine alone, and Blaine stuck to himself. He did his best to focus in class and smiled whenever an encouraging and cute text from Kurt ticked in on his phone. He sat by himself at lunch and skipped every Warbler practice there was.

When he got off school he either went to the gym and to Kurt's house after, or directly to Kurt's house. At Kurt's place he curled up in his arms and sniffed in the scent that was always so calming to him, but these days all it did was make him cry.

To his relief Kurt didn't have any mocking words, or arrogant remarks on what assholes he went to school with. All he did was stroke Blaine's hair and hold him close. Kurt whispered soothing "it's okay" and "I love you, baby" and "fuck them all" in his ear while rocking him back and forth and taking it all.

Not once did Kurt try to grope him or implied any kind of sexual activity, which was a rare thing for Kurt to do. Blaine nearly felt guilty for being so surprised at how supportive Kurt was, and how he was willing to put all aside to comfort him. He appreciated how Kurt kept reminding him that he actually had to eat, since he had lost his appetite completely and didn't have any energy for anything, so he ended up crying himself to sleep against Kurt's chest in the middle of the afternoon.

When Friday came Blaine was feeling terrible. He couldn't be with Kurt because it was the weekly Hummel-Hudson family dinner and Kurt's dad had requested it to be just the family since Blaine and Rachel had started joining them more and more often. So he had to stay home and watched TV with his mom on the couch. His dad was in his office doing some work and Blaine decided that for tonight he wasn't too old to snuggle close to his mom while watching some ridiculous game show he couldn't care less about.

"Blaine. I think your phone is ringing," his mom said and trailed her fingers down his arm.

His first hunch is to ignore it, but instinct kicks in and he tells himself that it could be Kurt or Tina – sometimes he wonders if Kurt would call him if something happened to his dad again, and he would definitely want to be there if Kurt needed him.

To his surprise it was neither Tina or Kurt – the display said Trent. Blaine got to his feet and left the living room. He didn't have any intentions on taking a fight with Trent in front of his mom, so he walked to the kitchen with a hope that the call would be over soon.

"Blaine – I think you need to come. Suddenly Kurt was here, and it really doesn't look good," Trent said the second he picked up.

Oh god, that sounded like trouble. Suddenly his Friday evening didn't seem so lazy and boring after all.

"Where? What – no, just tell me where and I'll come," Blaine hurried to say and was already on his way towards his room to pick up his keys.

xXx

Blaine had always thought Dalton looked creepy during evenings. It was only around 9 and it wasn't even dark yet, but with the gray sky and black windows, except for in the hall it looked intimidating and reminded Blaine of something he had seen in horrormovies countless times.

He opened the head door and started his way down the deserted hallway. He knew the way with his eyes closed, and with the way the paintings of the old principals of the school looked in the dimmed lighting he nearly found it appealing to actually take the trip with closed eyes.

"You are such hypocrites – all of you are a bunch of fucking bitches. You have no idea what the hell you are doing!" Blaine heard Kurt's voice as the first when he reached the already open door to the Warblers' practice room.

All of The Warblers were gathered. Every first Friday of the month The Warblers took an evening of pizza and practice where they would discuss set lists for competitions and choreography – even though it mostly seemed like an excuse to let a little loose and not take practice too serious. Blaine had completely forgot that it was this Friday, but even more was he surprised that Kurt even remembered.

"You can't come in here and teach us how to treat our members, sir -" the Leader of The Council said sternly from behind his desk, emphasizing greatly how much he was only addressing Kurt as 'sir' because it was the custom of The Warbler traditions. The other Council members were staring at Kurt like he had marched in there and declared that he was wrapped in dynamite.

Blaine stepped into the room and heard the other Warblers whisper together or tell Kurt to get out or watched them watch the scenery in shock.

"I don't give a fuck about your stupid rules. You are so damn uptight, and you are so absorbed in being so tamely political correct that you don't recognize how much damage you're doing," Kurt growled back, his arms flaunting in the air around his head the way he always did when he was frustrated and ready to punch someone.

"Mr. Hummel, I think it is time for you to leave – what goes on in The Warblers is a private matter and you have to be a student at the Dalton Academy to be granted access to our practice sessions," one of the other Council members said and left his seat. He started walking around the desk and to the middle of the room where he was suddenly standing menacingly face-to-face with Kurt.

"I'm not going anywhere until you morons tell me that you are going to make this right. Blaine is heartbroken because of the way you jackasses have been treating him, and I've told him that he doesn't deserve you – but he is crushed, and I honestly don't care what piss you are talking about me, but I will not let any of you hurt him, so get a grip of yourself and grow some balls!" Kurt said through gritted teeth with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes not leaving the Council member in front of him.

It didn't seem that anyone had even noticed that Blaine was there, so he figured he'd better making his appearance known. He started to slowly walk towards the middle, not wanting to stir up the tension even more than it already was.

"What is going on here?" He asked and took a look around the people filling up the room.

Kurt turned around as Blaine got closer. His features softened a little, but he quickly turned back to his opponent and let his face go hard again. All eyes were on the three guys in the middle of the room, and slowly the other boys got to their feet around them.

The room was thick with tension and anger oozing from everyone. He had no idea who was on which side of the argument, but all he cared about was the next step and he figured that the only way he could take control of what was going to happen was if he was the one to do something.

"Are you guys seriously fighting over me? That has got to be a new low. Apparently I need to clear out some things here. First of all: if you think that this is the way to take care of your members then I don't even wanna be a Warbler – you have no idea how screwed up I have been over you. Second of all: Kurt, what do you think you're doing? You can't just go to my school and yell at my friends like that," Blaine burst out.

He was so angry, and sad, that his boyfriend and his supposed-to-be friends were arguing that way because of him. His head felt like he was going to explode and he was surprised he hadn't screamed at them. This had to be everyone's worst nightmare scenario.

"I'm sorry, babe. I just couldn't sit back and watch what it was doing to you," Kurt said apologetically, and Blaine knew that he meant it. He could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. Regardless of how angry he was at the moment his face and eyes was still filled with affection when he looked at Blaine.

No one said anything. It was like the world had been paused around him. He had expected someone to come with a behaved remark about their view on the matters of the current situation, but it felt like everyone were holding their breath.

"He's the jerk who came and screwed up everything. If you hadn't started seeing him everything would have been fine. He probably blackmailed you into losing regionals telling you that he wouldn't fuck you if you won, even though we all know he's a slut who's screwing the entire clientele of Scandals on the side," some guy from the side declared and got to his feet.

He was new. He had only transferred to Dalton a few months ago and didn't say much. He had a good voice but was placed in the back of the group during performances because he was taller than Blaine, and since Blaine was lead he couldn't have someone towering over him.

"Shut the fuck up!" Blaine roared.

His brain snapped out. Before he knew it he was at the guy, pushing him forcefully against the sofa he had been sitting in only moments ago. The guy nearly fell backwards with horror spreading over his face.

Sometimes Blaine forgot his own strength. He was so used to being the little guy who wasn't counted for much, but when he was in boxing training he could feel that his punch was one he was happy that he was never going to be at the other end of.

He was shocked at himself and he could feel everyone's eyes trained on him. Kurt's eyes were burning into his back, but he was so angry that he didn't care. He couldn't just let people talk about Kurt that way.

"Blaine -" he heard Kurt saying softly and felt his fingers on his arm from behind him.

Before he could get a chance to react the new guy was on his feet. The shock had left his face and had transformed into anger. He was coming right at Blaine and Blaine's instincts prepared himself for fight when the guy pulled his arm backwards, his hand balled to a fist and Blaine knew that the punch was coming.

Out of nowhere Kurt was in front of him and he watched as his head was twisted in a weird angle while he was forced backwards, nearly falling into Blaine. He knew that logically he should have heard it all happen, but all he could he was a whoosh like in a movie and his own breath caught in his throat.

He wanted to stop it, but he was frozen in his spot as he watched Kurt straighten up and lunge a punch at his attacker. He hit the guy straight at the jaw, who responded with a punch to Kurt's mouth.

It only took Blaine a few seconds from he saw the blood starting to dripple from Kurt's upper lip till he was back to consciousness and grabbed Kurt's arm to stop him, but Kurt already had his fist to the Warbler's face.

Right as the Warbler grabbed around Kurt to get him to the ground Blaine scooped in between them, forcing the guy away from his boyfriend so he could get Kurt away. Blaine could feel his asthma was starting to go crazy from the adrenaline, but all that mattered was that he needed to stop the fight.

"Kurt! Stop, okay – stop!" Blaine demanded, not caring about the uproar around them.

Blood was running from Kurt's lip and his jaw was red from the punch. Blaine grabbed his wrist and led him to the hall. His throat felt like it was tying up and his lungs were working overload but he continued to get Kurt out to sit on one of the extravagant couches in the hallway.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Blaine heaved out, strangling to keep his head cold and his breathing normal, but he knew that it was a lost battle so he dropped to his knees in front of Kurt and pulled out his inhalator.

He sucked the medicine furiously in, but couldn't feel the effect. His hands started trembling as he kept pushing the button, but it didn't have any effect. He kept heaving for breath and dark spots started dancing in front of his eyes in perfect rhythm of tears of panic running down his face.

"Baby, baby – relax. You need to relax!" Kurt exclaimed frustrated and was on his knees with his arms around Blaine. His voice was rusty and weak, but his arms were strongly locked around Blaine's shoulders.

His arms were stroking consoling up and down Blaine's back as he came with half-shrunken sounds of comfort. Blaine could feel his heart slow down and his lungs following its lead. Blaine could feel the blood from Kurt's lip warm on his neck where he was pressing his face against Kurt's shoulder.

"Try again, baby. Don't stop, you need your medicine, sweetheart," Kurt kept going, encouraging him to keep conscious and keep sucking on his inhalator. He wasn't sure he could keep it up anymore, but Kurt moved back to cup his face gently.

Kurt's hair was muffled around and his face was a mess of blood and bruises. However, his eyes were firm and affectionate as they were staring directly into Blaine's following his as they were rolling around his skull.

"Blaine. You need to stay with me, alright – you need to calm down and breathe. I'm not gonna let you drop on me. Now kick some ass on that inhalator, baby, and show me that you aren't gonna give up so easily," Kurt said, his voice back to something much more like himself, and that was all Blaine needed.

He closed his eyes and put the inhalator back to his lips. He drew in a long breath and felt the medicine run through his throat and to his lungs, opening up and letting oxygen find its way to his body.

"That was so good, honey. So good. Are you feeling any better now?" Kurt asked and brushed a thumb over his cheekbone, drying a tear away.

His upper lip had swelled up so much that he nearly couldn't talk anymore, but Blaine could feel that Kurt wasn't going to let something as insignificant stop him from keeping Blaine calm.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Blaine cried.

His voice was broken and his head felt like it was going to explode. It wasn't until then he realized that all of The Warblers had followed them to the hall and were now watching them as they were sitting on the floor. He turned around to face them, seeing The Council with crossed arms in front of the sea of blue blazers.

"Anderson, he can't stay here. He has to get out," the Leader said.

"He came in here un-invited, from a competing glee club, and tried teaching us about how to run our glee club – only to start a fight on school property..."

"IT WASN'T HIM!" Blaine yelled at them and fought himself to his feet, helped by Kurt who followed him up.

"Blaine, you need to calm down or I'll have to take you to the hospital," Kurt said calmly, his arm still around him to make sure he didn't suddenly fall down again.

"He didn't do anything. He came here for me, and it wasn't even him who started that fight!" Blaine persisted.

"It's true, though. Kurt didn't do anything but talk to us," someone suddenly said from the mid of the group.

Trent came to the front and took turned around to stare at people. When no one said anything he crossed the distance and came over to Blaine.

"Yeah. I – I mean, Blaine's been right all along, we don't even know Kurt. And Kurt didn't do anything wrong," Jeff suddenly said and followed Trent to Blaine's side.

"I'm sorry, man. Both of you. I've been a jerk. I really just was worried about you," Trent said apologetically and looked at both of them.

"Blaine, I think we need to get you outside, babe -" Kurt said and brushed up and down his shoulder a few times.

The rest of The Warblers were all watching them, but in this moment Blaine was only focusing on his breathing and the fact that he needed fresh air. He awkwardly started walking towards the exit with Kurt supporting him just as much as he was supporting himself against Blaine.

After a moment he could hear Trent and Jeff follow them outside. Kurt rummaged around in Blaine's pocket and found out his keys so he could unlock the car. He helped Blaine to sit down in the passenger seat so he could rest his head against the seat.

Kurt crouched in front of him, trying to catch his eyes. Blaine felt so guilty when he looked at Kurt's abused face. The blood had stopped but the bruises were much more distinct now, and his lip was so swollen he barely could talk.

"Blaine, I am so sorry! We should have just talked to you instead," Jeff said as he and Trent appeared, this time followed by Nick who looked like he was in tremendous pain.

"It's cool, guys. I haven't exactly been easy to deal with myself," Blaine said and suddenly he felt like all power had been drained from his body. He was ready to fall down and sleep right there in the backseat of his car in the middle of the school parking lot.

"Don't you think I should drive you home tonight, honey?" Kurt asked and put a gentle hand on Blaine's knee.

"I think I should get you to the emergency room," Blaine said and let his index finger ghost down Kurt's bruised face.

"No. I'm taking you home. Or you can come to my house tonight. Either way we're going now. You're exhausted and I'm not letting you drive – and I'm not leaving you alone. I don't wanna hear that you crashed because had an asthma attack halfway to Lima," Kurt said firmly and rustled with the keys in his hand.

"I'm guessing you are convinced now. What friends he has that it takes a fucking fist-fight for you to make up with him," Kurt snapped at the guys behind him as he turned around.

"We honestly feel really terrible about all of this. All we saw was Blaine lacking in school and it made us nervous. We just wanted to help," Nick tried to explain.

"And look how well that went," Kurt said and started walking around the car.

"Kurt, please. I can't do this anymore. You aren't exactly showing them your best side right now," Blaine complained and sighed heavily. Right now he didn't care where he was going, all he wanted and needed was a bed.

"It's cool, guys. He's just upset right now," Blaine assured them and tried smiling, but knew that he failed gravely.

"Alright. I'm sorry. But if you ever pull any of that shit again I am not letting him stop me. I'm gonna beat up every single one of your sorry asses!" Kurt said with a pointy finger in their direction before he got into the driver's seat.

"Can we like – talk later? Tomorrow, or after the weekend or something?" Blaine asked tired.

"Sure. It's cool. We'll figure something out," Jeff hurried to say, the others nodding in agreement.

They all looked pretty shaken by the experience, and Blaine hoped that they were. He really hoped that they weren't just indulging him because one of them had just beat up his boyfriend that they all had hated for god-knows-how-long.

"And guys – thank you," Blaine said, and this time he forced a smile.

They said goodbye and Blaine closed his door. They drove down the road in silence, the sky now completely dark over them. They didn't even turn on the radio, but every now and then Kurt would let his hand down to squeeze around Blaine's thigh or his hand, but he kept his eyes locked on the road.

Kurt parked the car in the Anderson driveway on Blaine's usual spot. He got out of the car and Blaine followed. Kurt went directly around the car to put his arms around Blaine, hugging him close with his nose buried in his hair.

"I love you so much," Kurt sniffed with a weak voice, and for a moment Blaine thought he was crying.

"I love you too. I will never let anyone touch you again," Blaine said and clenched his arms around his boyfriend.

Kurt pressed a kiss to his cheek and released his arms. It wasn't until he started walking down the driveway, towards the road, Blaine found that something odd was going.

"Kurt – where are you going? Aren't you coming inside with me?" He felt like his world was falling apart. It was stupid to feel like that over something so small and ridiculous, but he had been so sure that Kurt was coming to sleep with him that he hadn't even asked, and now that he was walking away it Blaine felt like had taken a hit to the ribs.

"I didn't think you wanted me there. I thought you wanted to be alone now – after all the shit I caused you. Again," Kurt said confused, and Blaine wished that he could see his eyes.

He walked down the asphalt to grab Kurt's hand. He put it to his mouth and kissed it before he let his eyes find Kurt's.

"You didn't cause any shit for me. You were my knight in shining armor today. You took a fucking punch for me. That was so... romantic. Stupid, but romantic. Now you're gonna come inside, and we're gonna wash your face, and you're sleeping in my bed tonight, so I can hold around you and kiss you whenever I want to."

Kurt's face lit up. He tried to smile, but it obviously hurt his lip too much. But it didn't matter, because Blaine knew that he wanted to and his eyes were lit up by that flame that Blaine knew was love because it was the same that occupied his eyes whenever he told him that he loved him or when they were cuddling on the bed or when he saw Blaine when he hadn't expected to – or when they had sex or just had sex and he couldn't stop telling Blaine that he loved him. Because Blaine knew that he did.

There was nothing more to discuss and they walked hand-in-hand to the door. They quietly got inside and Blaine locked the door after them. They soundlessly walked down the hall and when they reached the door to the living room Blaine saw that only his mom was in there, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to go in to say goodnight.

"Hey mom. Kurt is gonna stay here tonight, is that okay?" Blaine asked but his mom wasn't even looking at him. When she heard them come in all she was Kurt, with big eyes and horror painted over her face.

"What did you two do? Are you okay, sweetie?" She blurted out and rushed across the room to cup her hands around Kurt's face.

"I'm fine, Susan. Thank you," Kurt tried saying, but it mostly came out as sounds. At least his voice was back to normal, only thing in the way was his lip.

"You are not okay. I have eyes in my head, Kurt. Come here."

Blaine watched as his mom grabbed his boyfriend's hand and lead him towards the kitchen. He followed them and saw as she grabbed a bag of ice and made Kurt put it on his lip. Blaine felt stupid that he hadn't thought to do that as the first thing when they entered the house, but in some way he was happy that his mom would do that for Kurt.

She took off her reading glasses and put on the counter before she gestured for both of them to sit down at the table. Once they were seated she sat down as well and Blaine could feel where this was going.

"Are you going to give me an explanation to why your boyfriend looks like he pissed of one of The Sopranos?" She asked with pursed lips.

Her eyes darted between them and ended back on Blaine. He knew that he wasn't getting out of this one, and suddenly he felt like he was 7 years old and had thrown Cooper's shoes in the hotel pool again.

"I honestly think I would be a lot more dead if I pissed of one of The Sopranos," Kurt said with a raised eyebrow, and Blaine was close to chuckling when he remembered his mom's face and he fell back to why there were even there.

"Well, it's kind of a long story..." Blaine started out with.

And then they spent an hour trying to explain his mom what had happened, all the way from the Warbler-vention to they had left the parking lot. Naturally they left out all delicate details – like Blaine ditching to be with Kurt, and Jeff seeing them in front of the free clinic – but mostly all their sex.

When they were finished her eyes with two fingers before she sighed and stared back at them.

"If I told you I wasn't disappointed that you didn't tell me I would be lying – and honestly, Blaine that is not why I pay for your gym-memberships. I don't want another call to hear that you are in the hospital after being beaten up. Those boxing lessons are for you to defend yourself – but I'm honestly happy that you both got out without it being even worse. You got off real easy with that one. We can talk about it in the morning. Now Blaine, you make sure he gets that washed properly, an infection in the lip is a nasty thing. Goodnight, boys."

Blaine's mom got to her feet and kissed Blaine's cheek – and to both of their surprised she put a kiss to Kurt's hair before she left them alone in the kitchen.

Kurt let his hand with the ice bag drop and looked at Blaine. He looked worn out to a point where Blaine wondered if he would even be able to walk up the stairs himself. He still felt guilty, but he wasn't going to say anything, because he knew that Kurt would hear none of it so he stood up and got rid of the ice bag.

They went upstairs and Blaine led Kurt to the bathroom where he made him sit on the toilet. He started washing Kurt's lip with a washcloth, and even though he didn't move a muscle or complained Blaine could see in his eyes that he was holding it in.

"As good as new. Almost," Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's forehead.

They brushed their teeth and went to Blaine's room where they stripped off their clothes so they both were completely naked and crawled directly into bed. They folded their arms around each other and made sure to lie as close as possible.

"I love you. I mean it when I saw that I wanna be with you forever," Kurt said silently. The words were clumsy and thick from his lip. It wasn't as swollen anymore, but he still had trouble speaking.

"Me too."

Silence filled the room again. They kept their eyes locked through the dark and listened to each other's breathing, feeling their naked bodies pressed together. It was nice and liberating to be free off clothes without it having to do anything with sex. Blaine was happy that Kurt had evolved enough to see that they didn't need to fuck to be close.

"One day I'm gonna marry you," Blaine whispered and immediately wished that he could take it back, because no matter how far they had got that was definitely something Kurt could never accept hearing.

"I don't believe in marriage," Kurt responded without moving a muscle.

"But you believe in love," Blaine objected.

"I believe in you and me."

"To me that's the same thing. I love you and I wanna be with you forever. I wanna show the world that I don't belong to anyone but you," Blaine said, refusing to back down.

"And you have to put a ring on our fingers to show that? Can't we just get each other's name tattooed?" Kurt asked, but Blaine could hear his voice shaking.

"I wanna buy you a ring, and I will proudly wear a ring with your name in," Blaine said, knowing that it was the truth, and he would fight for it till the day he died.

"I know of another sort of ring I would put on you," Kurt grinned and pressed his naked cock against Blaine's.

"Come on. I'm serious. I've never wanted to get married, but I've always found the thought beautiful – I just didn't think I would ever find someone I loved enough to marry. I wanna marry you, because I love you that much," Blaine sighed and clenched his hand around Kurt's between their chests.

"I'm no husband material, gorgeous – let's just sleep now," Kurt declared through a yawn and released Blaine's hand so he could run his arm around his back to press Blaine a little closer.

Blaine kissed his nose and told him goodnight, figuring there was no use in keeping up the discussion, and he honestly was tired.

This is not the end of this, he thought and folded his own arm around Kurt's waist before he fell asleep.

xXx

When Blaine woke up Kurt was holding around him from behind. He woke up from the feeling of Kurt's hand running from his hip, over his stomach and up his chest. He was pressing kisses to his neck, and when he grabbed around Blaine's nipple to twist it between his thumb and index finger he didn't doubt that Kurt was awake as well.

"Morning, you -" Blaine gasped as Kurt pinched his nipple a little harder before running his hand up his chest and to his throat where he caressed his collarbones gently.

"Morning, sexy – I just couldn't help myself. You feel so fucking good," Kurt moaned against Blaine's neck as he started kissing over his shoulder.

Kurt rolled his hips a little and Blaine felt what he meant. Kurt's dick was hard and pressed between Blaine's legs, wetting his sac with pre-come and already close enough to make his head spin.

"You just pressed your ass against my cock, and I just love your delicious ass. You just make me so hard, Blaine -" Kurt moaned into his ear, and Blaine smiled from the breathy sound. He squeezed his thighs a little tighter and moaned from the feeling of Kurt being locked between his legs.

His own erection was screaming fort attention and he needed something to happen soon. He had never woken up so horny in his life, and he had no idea if it was from the adrenaline or the affection Kurt had shown him the night before; all he knew was that either he needed Kurt to fuck him or needed to fuck Kurt.

Suddenly Kurt was on his elbow behind Blaine, biting his earlobe before Blaine twisted his head to catch Kurt's mouth. His lip wasn't as swollen as the night before, but it felt a little different. He still smelled and tasted like Kurt, and his tongue was still the same – and when Kurt slid his hand down to grasp Blaine's cock everything else was forgotten.

"God, Kurt – fuck yeah," Blaine groaned into his mouth as Kurt started to swipe around him. He bucked his hips down, doing his best for Kurt to get something out of it as well, but Kurt only paid attention to Blaine.

"I wanna fuck you from behind. Like you did with me. God, I've never felt better than when you fucked me. Your dick in my ass felt so good, so full and thick -" Kurt moaned and slipped his thumb through the pre-come at his slit.

"Kurt – dammit. Fuck me, please," Blaine begged, not caring how much he was whimpering. He needed to be filled by Kurt now or he would explode.

"As you wish, baby. So beautiful and begging," Kurt teased and thrust his fist a little faster and tighter around Blaine's dick before he let his hand up to slick his entire palm in Blaine's pre-come.

Blaine felt him pull away behind him and he just knew that Kurt was slicking his shaft up with Blaine's pre-come which only made it even harder for Blaine to not let his hand rush to his dick.

"This is gonna hurt. I can get lube if you want me to," Kurt whispered sweetly, his wrist resting against Blaine's ass, hand surely still around his cock.

"If it hurts fuck me through," Blaine encouraged with a smirk, and he knew Kurt well enough to know that he wouldn't be able to resist an invitation like that.

Blaine let his hand down to grab around his ass so he could open himself for Kurt. He quickly felt Kurt's head pressed against his hole, and it didn't take more than a few seconds before everything was red hot and Kurt's head was forcing itself into his hole.

"Shhh... it's so good, Blaine. You can't be too loud. Just take my cock, honey -" Kurt whispered with sweet kisses to his ear, and Blaine wasn't sure whether his ass, his heart or his head would be the first to rip open.

"I love you so much," Kurt whispered as he continued to push, surely doing his best to distract Blaine from the first pain.

Blaine turned his head and caught his mouth to an awkward angled kiss, but he didn't care that his neck hurt because right now this was what he needed.

Suddenly everything went very fast. They didn't have time to react and yet it was like the world was moving in slow motion.

"Blaine, are you coming to -"

They froze. His dad was in the room. His fucking dad had walked in on them. Kurt's dick was halfway buried in Blaine's asshole, and Blaine's dad was there, frozen in the middle of a sentence that probably was meant for him to ask Blaine if he was coming for breakfast, or if he was going to a game with him, or if he was going with them when they were supposed to visit Cooper – but Blaine never found out what the question was because all they heard was the door slamming behind them.

"Fuck! Oh my god – oh my god, no!" Blaine screamed and hid his face in the pillow under his head, his hand rushing from his ass to his cover his face.

For a moment Kurt was paralyzed. He held so still Blaine wondered if he was planning to simply continue where they were interrupted, but then Kurt's hand was running down his thigh, back up and closed on his hipbone. He started to whimpering pull himself out of Blaine, the pain crazy but Blaine didn't move.

"Are you okay? Blaine, talk to me, darling -" Kurt said softly as he ran his hand up Blaine's arm to remove his hand from his face.

"Oh god. Oh god, this can't be happening -" was all Blaine could say. The words were stumbling around in his mind, and he wished that he could turn around to face Kurt but he couldn't move.

"Honey, take it easy – it doesn't necessarily have to be bad. It's awkward, and never fun when your parents walk in on you having sex, but it doesn't have to be the end of the world," Kurt tried, but Blaine could hear in his voice that he didn't believe it himself.

It was no secret why Blaine's dad didn't know about Blaine having a boyfriend. Kurt was well aware that Blaine's dad wasn't a fan of his sexuality, and for him to see him pinned to the bed with another guy's penis inside his body could not exactly strengthen his view on the issue.

"He's gonna kill me. Even worse; he's gonna kill you. Shit!"

Kurt took a firm grip around his shoulder and forced him to turn around. To Blaine's relief he felt that Kurt was only semi-hard now, and it was nice to know that his stamina had some sort of sense of situation.

"Listen, I know he's not exactly supportive of you, but – your mom knows about us, and she likes me. I bet she'll do anything to make sure he doesn't freak out too badly. Let's just take it easy and not blow this out of proportions before we know what's gonna happen," Kurt said calmly and let his fingers run comforting up and down Blaine's naked thigh.

Who would have known that in a situation like this Kurt would be the one to take it easy and not just suggest for them to climb out of the window instead? Blaine was just about to reply when his phone was ringing on his nightstand.

It was his mom.