After those fatal words were uttered from Karofsky's mouth, time seemed to stand still for Kurt. The malicious look on his face reminded Kurt of just before Karofsky had kissed him; confusion in his eyes, a sneer on his face, but mostly... Lust. An eruption of noise pulled Kurt from his nightmare.

"What?"

"Mr Schue, you can't allow this!"

"Oh HELL to the no!"

"GUYS!" Mr Schue's outburst sent everyone into silence. "We accept everyone in this club; we aren't going to kick him out. He's changed; he's formed the Bully Whips to help Kurt. He's allowed to join, just like all of you. No more arguments."

Blaine dragged Kurt back to his seat with a thunderous expression on his face.

"If he comes within 3 feet of you Kurt, I swear to God he physically won't be able to come near you. Ok?"

Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He nodded slowly.

They went back to their rehearsal, trying not to acknowledge the figure sat on the top riser, staring at the countertenor 2 rows in front of him.

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"Now turn to page 79 of Joanna Lauren's The Three Birds."

Blaine leant over to Kurt, who was sat next to him in their English class.

"I have absolutely no idea what is going on. Care to explain?"

Kurt took a deep breath, like he does each time he's about to explain something he's passionate about. I love how excited he gets about the little things, Blaine reflected.

"It's based on Ovid's 'Metamorphoses'. It's this tragic story of two sisters; Procne and Philomela. Tereus, King of Thrace, marries Procne, but decides that he loves Philomela. Five years and one son later, Tereus goes to get Philomela to visit her sister. But on the way back, his lust overcomes him and he rapes Philomela. When she threatens to tell her sister, he cuts out her tongue. Philomela weaves a tapestry telling all. The two sisters then kill Procne's son and feed him to Tereus. At the end, characters are turned into the birds. Random, I know." He said, seeing Blaine's shocked expression.

"Why on Earth did your teacher choose to do this play?"

Kurt shrugged. "I guess everyone wants to see what happens next. We've just got up to the rape scene... You came at a great time." He said, with a cheeky grin. Blaine blushed, and turned back to his book.

This love, he read, is made of broken nails, and bloody kisses on unwilling lips. He turned to look at his boyfriend with an astounded look on his face. This story is messed up, he thought to himself.

"I quite like it." Kurt whispered to the shorter boy, "I think it shows how love overcomes all other feelings and makes you do things you regret. It makes sense." He said with a shrug, before turning his attention back to the teacher at the front.

This love is made of broken nails, and bloody kisses on unwilling lips.

That line stuck in Blaine's mind. It made him shudder every time he thought about it.

This love is made of broken nails, and bloody kisses on unwilling lips.

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The house was silent. Burt was at work. Carole was at the grocery store. Finn was at football practice. The two boys lay on Kurt's bed, kissing passionately, in their own little bubble.

"I (kiss) love (kiss) you (kiss) so much." Kurt took a breath, and looked at his boyfriend affectionately.

"I love you too."

They returned to their ardent make out session. They didn't hear the key turn in the lock, or the boot steps on the stairs, or the quiet knock on Kurt's bedroom door.

The door opened tentatively.

"Kurt? Ohh..." Both boys looked up in surprise. Blaine rolled off Kurt, and landed on the floor in a heap. Burt was stood awkwardly in the door way, wringing his baseball cap in his mucky hands. Kurt attempted to swallow the large lump that had just formed in his throat.

"So I'm guessing you boys didn't hear me come in?"

Both boys shook their heads vigourously. Kurt helped his boyfriend off the floor, and they walked towards Burt, hand in hand. Burt averted his eyes to the floor. They all stood in silence. Blaine was the first one to break the quiet.

"Mr Hummel, I'm so sorry that you had to come home to find us doing that. I swear to God I have never forced Kurt to do anything he isn't comfortable doing, and I trust that he will tell me when he is ready."

"We were only kissing!" Kurt blurted out, looking daggers at Blaine, who, unknowingly, was making an awkward situation a lot worse.

Burt looked at Blaine. "You haven't...um... had... sex...yet, have you?" He coughed uncomfortably; this was obviously not the conversation he expected to be having with his son and son's boyfriend when he got home.

Kurt blushed, and mentally face palmed. Cheers, Dad! He thought, I didn't think this conversation could get more unpleasant, but you found a way. Congrats.

Blaine stayed surprisingly calm.

"No, sir. I respect your son far too much to do anything he wouldn't be comfortable with. And, I assure you, when Kurt and I finally do, we won't lie to you about it. I swear."

Burt seemed stunned by the shorter boy's dapperness.

"O-ok. I'm just warning you, if you ever hurt my son, I will hurt you."

Blaine nodded. Burt turned to walk towards the door.

"And you can call me Burt."

He walked out, shutting the door behind him. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed onto the bed, shortly followed by Blaine.

"Well that wasn't at all awkward."

"Hey, he obviously likes you!"

"How do you know?"

"He didn't shoot you."

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"Now Kurt, seeing as Blaine's dad will probably not be willing to meet you, I'm going to have to give you the father talk. I'm the closest thing he has to one."

"What does that make me? The mother?"

"No, you're the slightly senile great-grandpa."

"But you're older than me!"

"Only a month!"

"Boys, boys, stop bickering. I've known him longer than both of you; I'm like his dad."

Blaine leaned over his boyfriend to interrupt the argument.

"I think you'll find none of you are like my father. If you were, I'd be an exceedingly messed up child."

"No more than usual." Wes muttered under his breath. Blaine glared at him from over his cup of steaming coffee. Kurt turned to look at each of the three boys individually.

"You don't need to give me the talk guys. It'd be weird; I know you all far too well by now. It'd be like having the sex talk with my grandmother."

All of the boys shuddered at the image. Jude leaned over to speak directly to Kurt.

"But, in all seriousness, don't hurt my boy Blaine. We don't want to have to listen to 'Teenage Dream' on repeat again."

Wes copied Jude's actions, leaning closer to Kurt.

"Never. Again."

Blaine blushed, and turned to his boyfriend.

"Ignore them. You don't choose your friends."

David looked at him in mock horror, before turning back to the piece of cake in front of him. Wes looked over at Blaine, who was leaning against Kurt comfortably. A fantastic idea hit him.

"Blaine? Didn't you say you had a free house this weekend?"

Blaine turned to look at him warily, before replying uncertainly.

"Yeah... Why?"

David, Wes and Jude all shared the same look, before screaming simultaneously:

"PARTY!"

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How Blaine found himself in Wal-Mart with Kurt at 8am that Saturday morning, he would never know.

"I'm saying we get quite a lot of pretzels... That should soak up most of the alcohol that Puckerman is bound to bring."

All of New Directions had agreed to come instantly. He had a feeling that they didn't have wild parties very often, not since... Rachel's. He shuddered at the memory. Grabbing a large packet of plastic cups, he turned to face his boyfriend.

"Why did I let Jude convince me to do this? More importantly, why did I let him come?"

Kurt smiled secretively.

"You're going to love me."

Blaine looked puzzled.

"Elaborate?"

"I've invited Daniel."

"Oh, I knew there was a reason I asked you out."

Kurt chuckled, grabbing various chips and throwing them in the basket. Blaine sighed.

"Let's just get tonight over with, shall we?"

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By 9pm that night, a large number of the Warblers were swaying happily, clutching cups of unidentifiable liqueurs. Blaine, keeping his promise to himself (he didn't trust drunk Blaine after the incident), had stayed sober, and was chuckling softly as he watched Kurt stumble towards the sofa.

"H-hey Blainey boo!" he slurred, grasping for the cup on the table in front of him, taking a worryingly large gulp. He curled up next to Blaine, placing his head in the tenor's lap.

"I love you Blaaaaaaiiineeeeee!" he said, giggling, before shutting his eyes and promptly falling asleep. Blaine chuckled, and manoeuvred his boyfriend onto a nearby cushion so he could go and check on his guests. Artie, Mike and Tina were giggling in a corner, holding what resembled a baby picture of Blaine whilst trying not to fall off their seats. Blaine sighed, and hoped that they had drunk enough not to remember it tomorrow. Quinn and Sam were making out in one corner (personally, he didn't see the attraction to Sam, but Quinn seemed to like big lips). Santana, Brittany, Wes and Jude were playing strip poker in the kitchen. Typical, thought Blaine. My friends are making drunk girls strip. He rolled his eyes and turned to see Finn and Rachel arguing in the dining room. Without making his presence known, he slipped out. He really didn't want to get involved in whatever the hell was going on between them. He walked into the living room to see Lauren, Puck and Daniel grinding against each other. Fantastic, he thought. That's not a sight I'm going to forget very easily. He tried to remember who wasn't there. Where were Mercedes and David? His question was soon answered as he walked into the hallway to find them making out in the corner. At that moment, he wished Kurt was awake to show him. Kurt knew they'd be a perfect couple, he mused. The doorbell dragged him out from his thoughts. Holy shit, let that not be the police. A house full of drunk 17 year olds is not a good thing to find. He opened it carefully, to find Karofsky stood on the doorstep. His mouth dropped open; he was seemingly unable to form any words.

"Wh-a, fu-... Karofsky?"

The tall boy stood before him gulped, looking down at his feet.

"I heard there was a Glee club party?"

There was a noise behind him. He whipped round to see Puck wobble to the door.

"F-fuck off Karofsky, no one wants you here." He spat it out, as if each word was venomous.

Karofsky's face fell. His hands formed fists, and he lunged towards Puck, grabbing his top.

"You think I give a fuck what you think? You can't even get into the pants of the fattest girl in our school."

Blaine pulled him off Puck. He was surprisingly strong for his height.

"I think you should leave Karofsky." He almost whispered. He couldn't bear to look the taller boy in the eye.

Karofsky turned, and slammed the door behind him. He stormed off down the drive. Fucking Glee homos, he thought. I don't fucking need any of them, I have my own friends. A voice from the back of his mind spoke up. You were only going to see him. He stopped, shocked, attempting to push the thought to the back of his mind. He wrenched open the door to his SUV and drove away without a second thought.

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Blaine felt movement beside him, and opened his eyes to see Kurt. How does Kurt manage to look amazing whilst having a hangover from hell? He knew he would never have an answer. Kurt groaned and clutched helplessly at his head.

"Alcohol. Me. They don't mix."

Blaine grinned, before surveying the mess in front of him. Despite the fact that you couldn't see the floor from the sleeping bodies, the damage wasn't too bad. Nothing smashed, or thrown up on. He considered that a success. Pulling himself to his feet, Kurt headed towards the kitchen, muttering something to do with 'coffee' and 'a gift from God'. Blaine rolled his eyes and went to join his boyfriend. Sitting down with a cup each, Blaine began to fill Kurt in on the goings on. When he told him about Karofsky, the countertenor looked suitably unhappy.

"Why does he always do that? Why does he always try and ruin my fun?"

Blaine shrugged. He really didn't have an answer. Kurt was exceedingly excited about the prospect of Mercedes and David though.

"I knew it! I knew they'd be perfect for each other! Ok, now we just have to get them to go out on an actual date, and BAM! Look at us, sharing our happiness with others."

Blaine just grinned. I have such a perfect boyfriend, he mused. Kurt looked at him, a puzzled look on his face.

"What are you grinning about?"

"I just love you so much."

Kurt beamed. The boy in front of him was just so perfect; he couldn't believe he could call him his boyfriend.

"I love you too."

Blaine pulled himself to his feet.

"Now, let's go and get everyone else up. There should be some nasty hangovers this morning!"

Kurt chuckled, taking Blaine's hand and allowed himself to be pulled towards the living room.

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Dude, I can't thank you enough for the party. That Santana girl hasn't stopped texting me since. AND SHE'S FIT! You. Are. Awesome. -Wes

Man...That was an incredible night. Brittany is hot. Thank you for having such hot friends.- Jude

You were so right about Mercedes... She's amazing. - David

Blaine passed his phone to Kurt so he could read the texts. Kurt gasped excitedly, and began to talk just as Mr Schue entered the room.

"I'll tell you later!" he whispered, as Mr Schue whipped out a rather unattractive bowler hat. Turning to the board, he wrote one word. EMOTION.

"Now guys, the last time we did this it worked so well, I decided to dig up this little trick. All your names are in this hat. I want you to sing a song to the person you pick about how you feel about them. You all know each other really well now; we're all a little family. Sing with lots of emotion." he pointed to the board to try and push the lesson to the club.

I think we get it, Mr Schue, thought Blaine.

"Come and pick your partner!"

Kurt went first. Pick me, pick me, Blaine's brain begged.

"Brittany!"

The girl in question giggled, smiling at her friend. Blaine sighed, hoping he would get someone he knew a little about.

Mercedes was next.

"Rachel."

Rachel sighed dramatically, before grinning at the other diva. Their friendship had blossomed recently; it was nice to see them getting on for a change.

Karofsky lumbered to the front. People were having real trouble accepting him as one of their own. Good luck to the person who gets him! Blaine scoffed inwardly.

"Blaine."

Oh fuck.