A few days earlier:

Kurt was in the Recital room casually trying out songs for his upcoming Warbler solo at Regionals.

Beyond repair,

There's nothing to say, say

Some fading regrets yeah.

I need you to be, to be around,

I need you to be, to be around.

He felt that this described his relationship with Blaine at the minute. Since Charles had transferred to Dalton Kurt got a feeling that he was jealous. He was supposed to be his boyfriend and he understood that he gets jealous easily, but they hadn't spoken in days!

The only reason that Kurt was spending so much time with Charles was because he was his 'buddy' and meant he had to be with him a lot to get him to make friends and show him around. To be quite honest Kurt was finding him annoying and clingy.

From what he'd heard not many people liked Charles-they thought he came across snobby (which he was) and arrogant (which he was).

Kurt has been told by the Head of Dalton that he was required to stay with Charles until he made a group of friends.

I'm going to be stuck with him forever then until he's nicer... Bingo! I'll talk to him later, I need to practise my piece first.

Kurt began to play again, this time adding his counter tenor voice to the song.

"That sounds better than a cat being strangled..." said a voice from the other side of the room.

A startled Kurt spun round to the doorway, where he could see Charles leaning against it. Kurt had once thought that he was cute but he guessed that spending 16 hours a day with him was too much.

Kurt decided to take the snide approach-one that he didn't take often.

"Gee thanks Charles. At least I sound better than you..." Kurt had some confidence issues ever since he had come out of the closet. He had got bullied because of who he was. Although when he met Blaine this all changed and Blaine almost became his confidence.

Charles walked over to Kurt, and he noticed that he was clutching something in his hands: It was a small bag. Kurt didn't like the look of where this was going.

"So what was that song for?" As he said this he walked over to the guitar stand and picked up a guitar. He began to pluck a few strings-clearly not knowing how to play.

"It was for my solo audition. I think it's between me and Thad going for it."

Charles raises his eyebrow as soon as Kurt said 'Thad'. "Better add me to the list."

"You're going for it too?" Kurt was determine not to show any emotion on his face; and keep it as blank as possible. Though secretly he was despising Charles as he knew that he could sing. Really

sing.

"Yep. You needn't bother with singing, my song is way better." Charles had a smart look on his face while he said this, and Kurt looked at his face. Properly.

He had lots of deep wrinkles on his forehead that reminded him of his Dad, Burt. They looked remarkably similar, and Kurt felt a pang of guilt. He recently had been thinking of ways to get rid of Charles but he had never put himself in his shoes-cliché but hey. He must have been going through so much stress transferring, and he himself knew what it was like to transfer during a semester.

Naturally being sympathetic was a good thing but right now it was making him feel sick.

"Ahh don't worry, I'll go for it anyway." Kurt added a wink to make the conversation seem more relaxed. Charles inched a bit closer to him.

"So Kurt, you wanna grab some lunch after next lesson?" He inched closer.

"Umm sure. I'll have to go back to my room though- I need to revise." He inched closer. Kurt wasn't sure whether it was rude to move away now so he stayed put.

"Cool, well I guess I'll see you soon then." Charles began to walk away, leaving Kurt sighing with relief that that gift wasn't for him.

Charles turned around just before the door and ran back, "This is for you, just a little something to say thanks for the help you've given me."

Kurt felt his heart drop onto the floor as he was left staring at Charles' back as he left the room. Kurt put the small bag on top of the piano and began to sing again.

I just keep losing myself.

Tell me it's nothing,
Try to convince me,
That I'm not drowning,
Oh let me tell you, I am.

Kurt finished his song and thought that he should probably open the gift. He tentatively took the bag and looked inside-it looked like a small box. He took the velvety blue box and opened it. Completely surprised with its contents, he dropped the bag.

Inside the box was a silver ring, clearly a Cartier.

These rings cost a fortune! I can't possibly accept this.

As Kurt took a closer look at the ring he could see that on the underside of the ring was a tiny inscription. It was quite hard to read but Kurt could see it clearly enough: I love you.

Kurt quickly stuffed the ring back in its box and then into the bag. This was too much for him to handle-he had to tell Blaine!

Kurt ran up to Blaine's dorm and knocked on the door but there was no reply. He opened the door ignoring the rule that they had of not going in when the other wasn't there. Abandoning his search, Kurt made his way up to his own dorm reassuring himself that he would tell Blaine, and Charles that he definitely was not interested.

Opening his own door, he tossed the bag onto his bed and locked the door without looking up.

"Hello Kurt, I hope you liked your present." Kurt screamed when he heard Charles' too familiar voice.

"What the hell are you doing here!" Kurt didn't mean for his voice to turn out so high.

"I only wanted to see if you liked the ring. I have a matching one." He added a small smile and held out his hand, only for Kurt to see a ring identical to his own.

Kurt picked up the bag from his bed and handed it over to Charles. "I can't possibly accept this but thank you anyway." He decided to play the approach that he had not looked on the underside of the ring.

Charles pushed the back back into Kurt's hands and took a step closer. Kurt spoke first, "Listen Charles I have a boyfriend and I'm not interested in you like that."

He walked around behind Kurt and placed his hands on the small of his back. His hands made Kurt shiver. Kurt could feel his hot breath on his neck and memories came flooding back to him.

"Stop! I DON'T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT CHARLES!" Kurt shouted, and ran out of the room. He burst into tears and ran all over Dalton wanting Blaine's strong calloused hands holding him.

Kurt fumbled in his pockets for his phone and dialled his boyfriend's number, but he was only greeted with his answer phone message.

I'm sorry I'm not here right now but please leave a message after the tone.

Kurt gave up and ran up to Blaine's room. He curled up on his bed and tried to dream away his fears.

Charles looked livid as he opened the door with a gavel in his hand. Kurt cowered and Blaine protectively stood in front of him.

"Hey, Charles, put the gavel down. We can talk about whatever you're angry about."

"I don't want to talk to you, I want to talk to Kurt." He raised his voice while saying Kurt's name. Charles kept walking closer to them, raising the gavel.

"Kurt, maybe you should talk to your beloved boyfriend about what happened a few days ago eh?" Charles glanced at Blaine who was looking slightly bemused.

"What happened Kurt?"

"I'll tell you later," whispered Kurt, "It's not important."

"Oh yes it is. How Kurt kissed me yesterday? That's not important?"

"Kurt, what's this?"

"I didn't do that, Blaine he's lying!" Kurt tried to edge towards the door but was stopped by Charles.

"Oh no you don't Kurtie." He held out the gavel and jabbed him in the stomach. Kurt winced at this form of his name.

"I've never been loved by anyone before, not even my family. I loved you Kurt, and you didn't love me back. Think of how hurt I was!"

Kurt gripped onto Blaine and said, "That's because I love Blaine. Not you Charles. You're arrogant and boastful and no one likes you."

Kurt knew he would pay for those words as soon as he said them.

He felt a sharp pain in his stomach and realised that he had been punched. "Don't you dare touch my boyfriend again!" Blaine shouted with so much passion and truth it was scary-even Charles looked taken aback. But not for long.

Charles punched Blaine in the face and Kurt could see a mixture of blood and bruises but he was too out of it to notice.

I can't believe this is actually happening. He will pay for this.

Kurt could hear a variety of grunts and moans but was overpowered by his shouts and screams.

After some minutes of fighting, their saviour finally came. Kurt could hear knocks on the door, closely followed by Nick's shouts.

"Kurt? Is everything OK?"

"NO! Nick hurry up Blaine and Charles are fighting!"

Kurt dared to look at Blaine who was lying on the floor with no scratches or bruises at all... Charles on the other hand had given up and had a bloody nose, and a black eye. He looked unconscious but he daren't move.

Serves him right.

As he tried to crawl over to Blaine, he realised how much pain he was in only after being hit once. Although he had dealt with pain before, he still wasn't used to it.

'Hey. Blaine thank you. I love you so much."

"Kurt, was any of that true?"