Chapter 3 – Bring Me Back To Life

I'm tired and I'm lost

I don't wanna be found

I put my heart and my soul

And strength in this now

Who are you now?

Did they break you apart?

Won't you fight back for what you want?

-

Who Are You Now by Sleeping With Sirens

September

Kurt was silently freaking out from his spot beside Blaine at the back of the choir room. They had practice every chance they got and they sounded and looked good. They easily had this, however it did not stop the pre-performance nerves to start like they always used to. Kurt had almost forgotten the feeling. Of course he didn't say anything, keeping his appearance up was important. His nerves could break the image easily, just re-joining glee and doing this assignment was killing it.

Mike and Artie finished their rendition of Michael Jackson's Dirty Diana. They did well but theirs will be better. The clapping died down as Kurt and Blaine stood up and made their way to the front of the class. Kurt set up the iPod as Blaine made the introduction.

"We are doing Stutter by Marianas Trench." Blaine said to the rest of glee club.

"Who?" Rachel asked loudly from her spot beside Finn.

"Marianas Trench. A really popular punk band from Canada." Kurt rolled his eyes as he took his spot beside Blaine. The nerves were slowly drifting away; just pretend you two are just practicing the song in his room.

"You're doing punk music?" Rachel asked with a grimace.

"Rachel, shut your mouth and prepare to be amazed." Kurt shot back.

"Alright folks. Kurt, Blaine go ahead." Mr. Schuester said breaking up the bickering.

Kurt looked to Blaine, who in returned nodded his head. Pressing the play button on the remote, Kurt quickly mimicked Josh's movements from the music video. They practiced this song and dance so many times in the past few days Kurt could do it in his sleep. Traditionally the song was a solo, but they changed it to a duet, Blaine playing the girl part, and to be honest their voices sounded together.

"Stutter, Stutter, Stutter,

Di-di-di-di-di-did I?"

Kurt and Blaine stood panting at the front of the choir room, their performance just a blur in Kurt's memory. The glee club broke out into a loud applause, some even standing up.

"Boys! That was excellent!" Mr. Schue said as he stood up. He made his way over to the two. "I'm so impressed!"

Kurt rolled his eyes before sitting down; Blaine quickly followed him after sincerely thanking the teacher.

"Alright. Rachel and Mercedes, you're next! I hope you guys have prepared something spectacular to follow that performance!" Mr. Schuester grinned.

"Mr. Schue, I hope that you know by now my performances are never less than spectacular." Rachel said.

Mercedes sighed, "Yeah, yeah. Let's sing."

After all the pairs were done performing, Mr. Schuester handed out scraps of paper. "You all get to vote for what pair you enjoyed the most."

Rachel's hand shot up in the air. "May we vote for ourselves?"

Half the glee club rolled their eyes. "Yes Rachel you may." Mr. Schue sighed. "Okay! Voting begins now!"

Kurt watched as the entire club began furiously writing. He looked to Blaine on his right, the nerd looked deep in thought as he chewed on the end of his pen. With one more glance around the class, Kurt quickly wrote down his answer before going to drop it in the box. Pretty soon Mr. Schue was counting the votes.

His mind wander to Quinn and the rest of the Skanks and what they will do when they realize he's back in the Glee club. It's not even his choice to be here.

"Kurt..." Blaine whispered.

The pink haired skank looked over to see Blaine looking at him shyly. "Mm?"

"I was wondering if you maybe. I don't know. You wanted to come hangout or something." Blaine blushed red. "You don't have to and you probably have plans already..."

Blaine looked so hopeful, Kurt almost consider cancelling his plans. But he had finally convinced Quinn to accompany him to Lima's only gay bar: Scandals. Where desperate, in the closet teens spent their Friday nights looking for someone to sleep with.

"I do in fact have plans." Kurt tried to ignore Blaine's crestfallen expression. "I'm going to Scandals."

"Oh...don't worry about it. I should get started on our English essay anyways." Blaine said quietly.

"Okay! Drum roll please!" Mr. Schue yelled, effectively stopping everyone's talking. The drummer of the band gave him a drum roll. "With every single vote but one, the winners of this competition are... Kurt and Blaine!"

Everyone clapped excitedly, while Blaine turned to look at Kurt. "...We won!" Blaine said astonished.

Kurt smirked. "Obviously." They were handed two gift certificates to Breadstix. "Oh look at that... We have a date."

Blaine ducked his head and blushed. "Yeah...I guess we do."

"Excellent job to everybody on your duets. I'm really excited for this year, I feel like we can go all the way to Nationals." Mr. Schue said from the front of the class. "Enjoy your weekend! Be safe, make good choices."

Everyone got up and started talking excitedly with each other. When Kurt turned to Blaine, Mercedes already had linked arms with the boy and started walking out. Flashback to a year and a bit ago when it was himself in the same situation as Blaine. The skank sighed before picking up his bag. Blaine glanced back to wave goodbye to Kurt before turning his attention to Mercedes.

"Hey Kurt, can I talk to you?" Mr. Schue said while throwing out all the votes.

The skank rolled his eyes. Oh great. "Sure."

"I really thought you were more creative Kurt." Mr. Schuester handed Kurt's vote to him. The bolded fuck you contrasting with the white paper.

Kurt chuckled. "Sorry for disappointing you."

"I really thought joining Glee again would help. You seemed like you were enjoying things." The glee club teacher sorted the sheet music into a straight pile.

"Please. You think a week of being in the same club that use to ignore all the bullying that was happening to me and who is so involved with their love lives they can't see that one of their friends are struggling, is going to help me? This glee club is not a family as much as you say it is, nobody cares about anyone else but themselves." Kurt said.

Mr. Schue looked him in the eyes. "Kurt I'm sorry you feel that way. But everyone in this club cares about you and really missed you."

"Can I go now?" Kurt rolled his eyes. Quinn was definitely going to leave without him and she was his ride home. Since he had gotten grounded his dad took his car away so if she left he would have to walk home.

Mr. Schue sighed. "Yeah, you can go. Have a good weekend."

Kurt left without another word. On his way to his locker he pulled out his phone, the one thing his father did not take away with his grounding. He had four texts from Quinn.

From: Quinn

Hey. I waited for you to get out of detention like you asked me to. It should be over by now, where are you?

From: Quinn

Kurt. I'm at my locker, come there.

From: Quinn

Listen loser. I'm doing you the fucking favor. Stop taking your sweet time. We have plans tonight remember?

From: Quinn

That's it. I'm leaving. I'll be by your house around 9:30. I'll park around the block so you can sneak out. See ya later. xx

Fuck. He missed his ride, and Finn wasn't going to his house tonight so that meant he had a long walk home. The skank had just turned down the main hallway when he heard the voices of the football meatheads.

"Hey nerd. If you thought one slushy was bad you've seen nothing yet!" Kurt turned around to see five football players surrounding Blaine; at the front of the group was Karofsky. Each of them was holding a different colour slushy. Blaine's expression was one of fear; the skank felt an uncontrollable urge to protect him. He could do it, easily too. Karofsky was scared that Kurt would spill his little secret to all of McKinley.

Before Kurt could stop himself he stomped his way over to the group in the hallway. The footballers gave grunts of protest as the skank pushed his way through to stand in front of Blaine.

"Hello boys, is there an issue here?" Kurt smirked. He could hear Blaine shift nervously behind him. Most of the guys just rolled their eyes, Karofsky glared at Kurt. "Now, now. David, remember our little deal?"

Karofsky narrowed his eyes at him. "Mm."

"Well you see I'm changing it. Not only will you leave me alone, but also Blaine." Kurt flashed him a smile. Why was he doing this? Stop. You're being too caring. You just want to fuck him and move on.

The footballers just looked at Karofsky, expecting him to say something. "You can't control us Hummel." Karofsky sneered.

"Look Karofsky, dork over here stays dry for the rest of his high school career. You wouldn't want your secret to come out would you?" Kurt winked, letting Karofsky know that yes, the pun was intended.

"What's he talking about Karofsky?" One of the football players named Rob asked.

"Nothing. Forget about it, it's a waste of money to keep doing this anyways." Karofsky muttered before turning away, the rest of the jocks following behind him.

Once they disappeared around the corner Kurt turned to Blaine behind him. "Don't worry. After football season is done, which they never win anything so it will be over soon, they won't be here after glee club meetings anymore."

"T-thanks Kurt. So much." Blaine said quietly. He turned back to his locker. He only had one picture in his locker. It was Blaine and the same dark haired male from some of his pictures in his room. The man looked slightly older than Blaine, but looked very similar.

"Who is this mysteriously handsome man in your pictures with you?" Kurt asked while pointing to the picture.

"Oh. That's my brother Cooper. He's seven years older than me and lives in LA now trying to make a living as an actor...We were never close until recently." Blaine explained before shutting his locker. "K-Kurt. What was the big secret you have on Karofsky?"

Kurt sighed. "I'm only telling you this because I know you will not tell anyone."

"I-I promise." Blaine stuttered.

"It was four months after I became a skank. Karofsky had been leaving me alone for all those months, everyone knew don't mess with the skanks. One day Quinn and I were standing by her locker getting her stuff so we could ditch class..."

"Quinn hurry up! The bell's going to ring and then one of the vice-principals are going to catch us. And I really don't want to go to class." Kurt whined from beside her.

Quinn sighed, throwing more garbage to the bottom of her locker. "Yeah, yeah."

Before he could tell her he was going to meet her outside; Kurt was slammed into the lockers. He froze from shock, the last time he had been pushed by anyone was the first day he was a Skank. Azimio had learned his lesson very quickly after coming to school the next day with a black eye. The Skank turned around and saw Karofsky give him a smirk before disappearing into the boy's washroom.

Quinn gaped at the empty hallway. "What the hell was that?" She asked.

Kurt brushed himself off before heading towards the washroom. "I don't know but I'm going to set the record straight. I'll meet you at the bleachers."

Finally grabbing her lighter and cigarette pack Quinn called her goodbyes just as Kurt entered the washroom. Karofsky was standing at the sinks washing his hands. He looked up as Kurt locked the bathroom door. While drying his hands Dave gave the angry boy another smirk. Checking to make sure they were definitely alone Kurt stalked over to him.

"Do you not remember your friend's little black eye he had for—" However before Kurt could finish Karofsky grabbed his face and kissed him hard. The pink haired Skank stood in shock while his main tormenter kissed him. The kiss was slobbery and too hard. He pushed Karofsky away as soon as the shock wore off. "What the fucking hell?"

"Drew told me that you had sex with him." Karofsky panted.

"And your point is? Did it suddenly turn you gay or something?" Kurt frowned.

"I never turned gay. You know that's impossible anyways." The jock said quietly. "I-I just wanted – "

Kurt suddenly grinned wickedly. He started to step closer to Dave, slowly back him in the wall. "So what you're saying is that you've always been gay. And yet you tortured me because of it."

"Y-yes." Karofsky stuttered, his back hitting the wall.

"And now after hearing what a wonderful time Drew had...you want me to fuck you?" Kurt asked pressing himself against the football player.

He gulped. "Well...Yeah I guess so."

Kurt gave Karofsky a sultry look before placing a hand on his chest. "You want me to slowly stretch you open. Adding one finger at a time, until you're begging for more?" He dragged his hand down and cupped Karofsky's half hard cock. Dave groaned, growing harder.

"I'd fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk straight for days." Kurt rubbed Dave softly. "How does that sound?"

Karofsky let out a tiny whimper.

Kurt slowly tilted his head towards him; he stopped when they were breathing each other's breath. The silence was filled with Dave's ragged breath. Kurt stared at his lust blown pupils before swinging his right hand into his gut. Karofsky doubled over and coughed.

"Don't you fucking dare touch me again. If you or any of your idiotic teammates try anything, your little fantasy of being fucked by me will be on the front page of the McKinley newspaper by the next period." Kurt growled before stalking away. He stopped at the door. "Oh and tell your friend Drew I say hi."

"You didn't actually do that did you?" Blaine asked astonished.

The Skank shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah I did. He's barely even looked at me since."

"I can't believe he's gay." Blaine chuckled.

"Believe it. He's queerer than a three dollar bill." Kurt shook his head while laughing.

"What happened with that Drew guy?"

"After we slept together, he had this intense fear I was going to tell everyone so he moved schools." Kurt smirked. "I can't say I miss him."

Both boys laughed. After their laughter died down, Kurt stared at Blaine.

"I-I should get home. My parents will be wondering where I am." Blaine cleared his throat and grabbed his bag. "Thanks so much for standing up to them. You'll never know how much I appreciate it. See you around!" He pushed up his glasses and walked down the hall.

Don't do it Kurt. You don't care; he's just some random nerd who happens to be very hot. Stop...don't you dare open your mouth. "Hey Blaine." Kurt called, still frozen beside his locker.

The nerd turned around. "Yeah?"

"Scandals is getting old. Plus my dad is already pissed at me for going out when I'm grounded." Kurt started to walk towards him. "You could always come to my house."

"O-oh. No...it's okay Kurt." Blaine blushed while looking at his feet. "Go out and have fun."

"No seriously Blaine. I need a ride home anyways. My dad took away my Navigator when he grounded me and Quinn ditched." Why are you doing this you idiot?

"U-um alright. Let me just text my mom." While Blaine pulled out his phone to tell his mom he wouldn't be coming home, Kurt replied to Quinn.

From: Kurt

Hey thanks for leaving me bitch. Something came up, I can't go out tonight. Sorry another time. Xx

Kurt bit his lip, he felt sort of guilty. Whatever she can learn to deal, she didn't want to go anyways. His phone vibrated with a new message from Quinn.

From: Quinn

Fuck you too.

He laughed before sliding his phone away.

Blaine unlocked the doors to his BMW, which Kurt still could not get over, and they both slid into the expensive car. Just like last time Kurt was in Blaine's car he automatically changed the radio to some local punk station.

Blaine stared at Kurt.

Kurt glanced over at him. "Come on, let's a get a move on nerd!" Kurt put his window down letting the warm September air fill the car.

Blaine started the car. "W-where's your house?"

"I'm on Inverary drive." They drove in silence for a bit. "Oh! This song is awesome!" Kurt reached to turn it up, his heading shaking to the music.

Blaine didn't recognize the song at all. He was not into punk music.

Kurt looked over. "It's Blink-182. Please tell me you know who they are."

"I've heard of them. I don't know their music though." Blaine admitted.

"You've got a lot to learn." Kurt shook his head.

***

"I'm home." Kurt called as he walked in the front door with Blaine following. Both boys took off their shoes, or in Kurt's case boots, before walking to the kitchen. Surprisingly Carole was not over so he found his dad with a flyer for pizza.

"Dad, you should really cut down on the amount of cholesterol you're eating. It's not good for your health." Kurt sighed while removing the flyer from his father's hand.

"Health, smealth. I cannot cook to save my life." Burt finally looked up and saw Blaine standing timidly in the doorway. "Who's this?"

"This is Blaine. He's the guy I was with on Tuesday."

"Hmph. So you're the guy who broke Kurt's grounding." Burt crossed his arms.

"Please Dad. We were working on a glee club assignment, which by the way you were the one who made me rejoin in the first place." Kurt started to pull out various vegetables from the fridge. "Plus, Blaine's a good influence. You should be praising his existence."

Blaine smiled sheepishly at Burt before walking over and offering his hand. "N-nice to meet you Sir."

Burt looked at Blaine appraisingly before shaking his hand. "Same to you kid."

"Alright now that that's over. Dad go watch TV or whatever, Blaine get your ass over here and help me."

Burt sighed. "Language Kurt."

The nerd quickly took his place beside Kurt. "Is Carole coming for dinner?"

"No she has stuff to do, it'll just be us three." Burt said before disappearing into the living room.

"Okay, I'll wash and you cut." Kurt instructed turning to the sink.

Kurt and Blaine worked in silence for a few minutes. The only sounds were the sound of water running and the knife hitting the cutting board.

"Your dad seems like he really cares about you." Blaine said quietly.

"Mhm," Kurt shifted. "A little bit too much."

"I think it's nice." Blaine pushed the tomato chunks in the bowl with the rest of the salad.

"It's mostly just annoying." The old Kurt loved how much his dad cared. Now it just prevented him from going out and getting drunk.

"You're lucky. Not a lot of kids have a dad like yours."

Kurt glanced over his shoulder to see that Blaine had stopped cutting the celery Kurt had just handed him. He was staring at the counter with watery eyes.

"Yeah...I guess." Kurt said quietly. He quickly shook his head, why was he letting this boy get to him?

After an hour they were sitting down at the table.

"So Blaine, how are you liking McKinley?" Burt asked before biting into his chicken.

Blaine carefully cut his chicken. "Um...it's a lot different than Dalton. But the people here are nice. I really enjoy glee club here. They seem very accepting, and it's definitely a lot less structured." Blaine took a bite.

"Ah yes. I'm more of a relaxed, unstructured man myself." Burt pointed his fork at Blaine. "Don't let society conform you into their structured ways."

Kurt watched his dad and Blaine interact; it was all so similar to the dinner that had happened at the same table close to two years ago. His dad giving advice about something to a guy Kurt had brought home...Of course the circumstances were different. The guy was his official boyfriend and Kurt was young and naïve. Kurt shook the image of Sebastian's face out of his head. No, stop thinking of him. That was the past; you were foolish.

"Hello...Earth to Kurt!" Burt waved a hand in front of his son's face.

Kurt blinked. "Sorry. I'm tired."

"You should go to bed early. I asked how your duet went." Burt laughed before shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth.

Kurt shrugged. "It was fine." He picked at his vegetables.

"Actually Mr. Hummel, we were pretty awesome." Blaine said quietly. "We won the competition."

Burt grinned. "Congrats! Was there a prize?"

The skank smirked as Blaine's smile faded. "It's two gift certificates to Breadstix." Blaine noticeably paled. "So it looks like Blaine here, is taking me out on a date."

Burt looked at Blaine fidget in his seat. "Huh...Well Blaine... Are you gay?"

"Dad!" Kurt yelled. Although he secretly wanted to know, even if the nerd was straight it didn't mean Kurt couldn't change his preference. He liked a challenge after all.

Burt raised both his hands. "I just wanna know if he's a worry or not."

Blaine put down his fork "Kurt, it's okay. I'm gay s-sir. But we'll just go as friends. Or Kurt can even just take one of his friends out."

Kurt's heart gave a quick flutter at Blaine's admittance to being gay. Fuck. "No, no. You were an equal in the duet Blaine." Kurt said. "You'll be coming with me."

The talking died down after that, each of the men finishing up their dinners. Burt was finished, Blaine was pretty much done and Kurt wasn't even halfway.

"Kurt, why aren't you eating your dinner?" Burt frowned at the young man.

"I don't know. I'm not really hungry." Kurt sighed. He ran out of excuses long ago.

"Alright, well I'll clean up, you boys made dinner." Burt took Kurt's plate from his spot.

Kurt needed a smoke anyways. "Okay. We're going for a walk."

The boys suited up and closed the door behind them. The evening was warm for a September night and still light as they exited the Hummel's home. They got to the end of the street and Kurt pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Want one?" He asked.

"No thanks." Blaine shook his head. "You know they'll kill you right?"

Kurt laughed. "That's kind of the point."

As Kurt smoked, they walked.

"Does your dad know you smoke?" Blaine asked quietly.

Kurt blew out his breath. "He definitely smells it, but I just say that Quinn is the smoker. I don't think he really believes me though." He shrugged. Kurt looked at Blaine before inhaling. They walked in silence for a few minutes. "Wanna try shotgun smoking?" Blaine looked up at him. "It's pretty sexy."

Blaine stumbled. "U-um. N-no thanks."

Kurt tapped the end of the cigarette knocking off the ashes. "You know you're getting the second hand smoke. They say it's worse than actually smoking."

Blaine smiled. "Yeah I guess." The conversation died off again. Kurt stared at the other boy wondering how to crack the goody two shoes exterior.

Blaine broke the silence again. "Why did you re-join glee club?" Blaine asked. "If you quit to become a skank, why would you join now?"

"Who said I quit to become a skank? Maybe I just didn't want to be in a club where they don't appreciate my talent." Kurt said defensively.

"Mercedes says you and Quinn quit after becoming a skank." Maybe not in that exact wording but it was implied.

Kurt sighed. "I skipped a lot of school once I became a skank, and when my dad got calls from the school about my missed classes I just told him I was still doing well in school. But I wasn't, and then this year the first few days I skipped and my dad just lost it. He grounded me and called a meeting with the school. Mr. Figgins said he would have to expel me if I missed anymore school, so long story short...Mr. Schuester, Ms. Sylvester and my dad got together talked to Mr. Figgins and now I must attend every glee practice and competition while being enthusiastic so I won't be expelled. They believe show choir has a good influence on people. I also must attend all my classes."

"It sounds like they really wanted you to stay." Blaine kicked a pebble down the sidewalk.

"What can I say? I'm just too amazing to get rid of." Kurt smirked.

"I'm glad you aren't expelled." Blaine said so quietly Kurt barely heard him.

The skank smiled, oh yes...he was definitely going to have Blaine in his bed before the Christmas break.