He dropped his things on the bench, hurrying to open Finn’s locker and grab the boy’s wallet before somebody showed up. Sure, he hadn’t seen any cars in the parking lot, but he didn’t want to push his luck.
Hoping that Finn hadn’t changed his lockers (it was just so Finn to change lockers and then forget to warn Kurt about it), he walked towards the row of lockers located next to the showers, frowning up against the smell of sweat and dirty clothes that made him want to vomit. Fortunately Finn’s locker was the first one, so he didn’t have to go further inside the locker.

He twisted the locker, relieved when he heard the low click. He rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants before opening the locker.

“Ew, Finn.” He grumbled as the smell of sweaty shirts and dirty socks filled his nostrils. Finn really needed to clean his locker, he thought, while groping around for Finn’s wallet in the middle of papers and god knows what else.

“Aha!” He exclaimed, pleased, when his fingers brushed on the wallet’s leather. He was curling his fingers against the fabric when a loud slam made him jump, jerking his hand away, and dropping the wallet on the floor.
Slowly he turned around to see himself face to face with Karofsky.

“What you doing here, Hummel?”

“I jus-just came to get Finn’s wallet.”  He stuttered, feeling his hands getting sweaty again.

“Weren’t you just trying to peek on us taking shower?” Karofsky suggested, his face bright red.

“Are you suggesting that I’d appreciate seeing all of you na-“Kurt shook his head, mentally laughing at the absurd of the idea. “As if. Besides, I do have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, right, speaking of that, we don’t wanna see that stuff.” Karofsky made a disgusted face, gesturing at Kurt’s neck. Kurt’s hands flew to his neck immediately, unconsciously. He didn’t even notice he had left his scarf in the car. “We don’t wanna know what you fags do.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Right.” He snorted. “Because that’d surely depress you since is way more than what you do with your girlfriend.” He mocked. He was really tired of having Karofsky harass him and leave feeling victorious, if he wanted to argue with Kurt than he’d chosen the worse day. “Oh, wait,” He frowned. “You don’t have one.”

“Do you wanna get punched Hummel?” Kurt closed his hands in fists, narrowing his eyes. “Or are you just trying to find whether I’m available or not?”

Kurt couldn’t help but laugh a little, shaking his head. “This is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. Why on earth would I want to date someone like you?”

“I have a cock don’t I?”

“Yeah, but you don’t have a brain.” Kurt replied, grinding his teeth. Karofsky fist moved slightly towards him and he swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. “Go on, then. Hit me.” He ordered, his voice not as confident as he’d like to.

“Don’t push me.” Karofsky grinded his teeth, saying each word slowly, almost as if each one of them was a sentence.

“Go on. You always say you’re gonna hit me, but you never do.” He crossed his arms, quirking an eyebrow. “You know, you’re a coward.”

“Wha-I’m not a cowa-“

Kurt laughed mockingly. “Yes you are. You always say you’re gonna hit me, but you never do, you always mock me for having a boyfriend, but, strangely, I’ve never seen with any girl. You never do anything you want right?”

“I do whatever I want.” Karofsky’s face got even redder and Kurt could see that he was sweating, his eyes fixed on Kurt’s face.

“When? Because you constantly seem to do only what you’re supposed to-“

Kurt was still with his mouth hanging open, rambling, when Karofsky suddenly moved, grabbed his face and kissed him.

His body went still as he felt Karofsky’s lips on his, he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to vomit but he just couldn’t do anything. He was in shock. He didn’t know what to do, but he knew he couldn’t take any of that for very much longer.
It was only when he felt Karofsky’s hands moving to his waist that he managed to push Karofsky away.

He met Karofsky’s eyes which were a mix of anger, surprise, amazement and sadness. He was surprised to feel some kind of empathy with the boy. He knew what was like to realize that “well, hey, girl’s boobs aren’t as exciting as a guy’s abs, wow.”

“Look Dave, I know it’s hard bu-“

“This never happened.” Karofsky cut him, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he punched the locker next to Finn’s, making Kurt jerk away in fear.

He closed his eyes, afraid of what’d happen and, when nothing happened, he blinked, slowly, to find himself alone in the locker, the sound of his heart racing filling the space.

---

Kurt sat on the bed, legs still shaking, as he fished his phone out of his pocket, dialing Blaine’s number.

“Hello?” Blaine yawned, his voice sleepy.

“Hey.” Kurt replied softly, already feeling slightly better at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. “Did I wake you?”

Blaine yawned again. “Yeah, you did, but it’s okay. Is everything okay?”

“I-“Kurt felt his throat threatening to close as his vision was blurred due to the tears. “Can you come over?”

“I have an essay due to tomorrow and I haven’t started yet.” Blaine explained with an apologetic tone. “But is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” His voice cracked as he felt the darkness swallowing him again. It was really tough to need somebody and not have him/her. “Don’t worry; I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Kurt,” Blaine started his tone more serious. “What’s going on?”

“No-“

“Kurt,” Blaine cut him. “I know you. I’m really worried, what happened?”

“Karofsky kissed me.” He blurted out.

“Shit.” Blaine murmured as Kurt heard him shifting on the bed. “I’m going; I’ll just put some clothes on.”

“Wha-Blaine Anderson, were you sleeping naked with Sebastian Smythe next to you?”

“Kurt, don’t you think we’ve got bigger issues that that?” Kurt could see Blaine rolling his eyes, but it didn’t help him, at all.

“No. Look Bla-“

“I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Bla-“

“Bye.”

“Ugh,” Kurt grumbled, throwing his phone next to him.

---

Kurt decided to do something productive before Blaine arrived, so he finished his History essay  and tried to do his homework, he really did, but whenever he had to stop and think more carefully about a question, his mind was filled with images of the kiss, what only made him come in a cold sweat and feel nauseous.

He was sat on his bed, his legs against his chest when he heard the sound of a door being opened. He turned his head to see Finn’s head peeking inside the room, Blaine standing next to him.

“Dad called. He said he’ll pick mom up after her shift and then they’ll come home.” Finn smirked. “Thanks again for the wallet bro, you saved my life.” Kurt nodded and Blaine entered as Finn closed the door, sitting in front of Kurt.

“Hey.” Blaine leaned to kiss Kurt’s cheek lightly. “Are you feeling any better?”

Kurt shook his head, biting his lips to avoid crying.

“Do you think you can tell me what happened?”

“I can try to.” Kurt took a deep breath, reaching out for Blaine’s hand, entwining their fingers. Blaine squeezed his hand, encouraging him to go on. He told Blaine the story, blow-by-blow, from the instant he realized he had forgotten his history book in school until he had gotten home. “… and that’s what happened.”

Blaine nodded, pulling Kurt into a hug, rubbing his back gently. Kurt hugged him back tightly, burying his face in the crook of Blaine’s neck and allowing himself to cry silently as Blaine murmured words of comfort.

“I’m so sorry.” Blaine’s voice cracked, his chest tightening at the sound of Kurt crying. He hated seeing Kurt cry and knowing that there was nothing he could about it. It made him feel useless, it made him sad and it made him angry. He couldn’t understand how anyone could ever do something to hurt someone like Kurt.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Kurt murmured on Blaine’s neck, his lips brushing on the skin. “There was nothing you could’ve done.”

“I wish I could do something to help you.” Blaine sighed, playing with the hair in Kurt’s nape.

“Just…”Kurt swallowed hard. “Just hold me.” He finally said, he himself tightening his arms around Blaine’s waist.

 Blaine held him tighter for a brief moment, before backing off a little bit, smiling at Kurt briefly before he was already leaning again to kiss Kurt, who, as soon as their lips touched, pushed him. “I’m sorry.” Kurt murmured, so low that Blaine wasn’t even sure that those were actually the words he said.

“No, it’s okay.” Blaine dropped his hand, starring at his palms, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked, still looking at his hands.

“It’s not you.” Kurt reassured him, taking Blaine’s hands in his own. “It’s just… I feel like I’ve cheated on.” He admitted quietly.

Blaine raised his gaze, meeting Kurt’s eyes, frowning. “But you didn’t.” He raised his hand, running his thumb through Kurt’s cheek slowly, in a gentle touch. “He kissed you. There was nothing you could’ve done to avoid it.”

“I guess.” Kurt replied quietly, shrugging.

“Can you give me one of those beautiful smiles of yours?” Blaine asked, grinning. “Please?” The corner of Kurt’s lips twisted up slightly, enough to make Blaine happy. “Hmmm… Much better.”

 Kurt leaned to meet Blaine’s lips in a slow, tender kiss. He let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of Blaine’s lips on his, not many things gave him the feeling of security as Blaine’s lips on his.

Blaine, much to Kurt’s sadness, pulled away not long after with tiny pecks on his lips.

“I have to go.” Blaine explained with a sad tone.

“Can’t you stay for dinner?” Kurt bit his lips as Blaine sighed heavily, shaking his head. “Please? I don’t wanna be alone.”

“I-“Blaine glanced at Kurt, biting his lip. He did wanna stay, but id he did, he’d have to stay up all night to do his essay and he hadn’t slept all that well the previous night, and, if he was right, Wes planned to have a 2 hour practice, but, again, he didn’t really knew if it was safe to let Kurt alone, given his state. “Babe I re-“He sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair nervously. “I… Fine.”

Kurt smiled, leaning to kiss Blaine’s cheek lightly. “Thank you.”

“Do you wanna take a nap?” Kurt frowned at Blaine’s question, not because he wasn’t tired, he was quite tired actually, but, mostly, because he hadn’t given any signs that he was tired or whatever. “You look tired.” Blaine explained.

“I didn’t wanna spend our time together sleeping.”

“Lay.” Blaine ordered. Kurt quirked an eyebrow but did as Blaine told him, getting under the blankets.

Blaine took off his shoes and his coat, letting the shoes next to Kurt’s bed and his coat on Kurt’s chair. Smiling he got under the covers as well, humming happily at the heat irradiating from Kurt’s body. He pulled Kurt by the shirt and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist, kissing his neck lazily.

“Blaine?”

“Yeah?” Blaine asked his lips still on Kurt’s neck. Kurt turned his head slightly so he could look into Blaine’s eyes, which became quite worried once he saw Kurt’s anxious expression. “What happened?”

“Why the hell were you sleeping naked next to Sebastian?”

Blaine stared at him in confusion for a few seconds before throwing his back and laughing loudly, shaking his head.

“It isn’t funny.” Kurt said, pouting.

“I wasn’t naked. I was wearing my boxers.”

“Seriously?” Kurt raised both eyebrows as Blaine frowned, nodding. “I have never seen you only in your boxers.”

“Do you want to?” Blaine asked, a smile dancing on his lips.

And with that Kurt’s lips went dry, he stared at Blaine in confusion, although what he really felt like doing in that moment was just pulling Blaine closer and kissing him. All of him. But, before he could do anything, that feeling appeared and he blushed deeply, turning his head so he was facing his bedroom’s wall instead of Blaine’s face.
He didn’t know why he always got that feeling whenever things got… Hotter. He trusted Blaine with his life, he loved Blaine.  He didn’t know why he just couldn’t give in and just do it already. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to, lately he had been dreaming about it quite frequently, waking up in the middle of the night sweaty and hard.

“C-Can you try to keep your clothes on the next time?” Kurt asked, hesitantly.

“I’m sorry.” Blaine sounded hurt, but Kurt didn’t trust himself to face the boy just yet.

“Just drop it.” He replied quietly.

Blaine must’ve nodded or murmured a yes because the next thing that Kurt felt were Blaine’s lips on his neck, again. “Let’s sleep, ‘kay?”

Kurt nodded, closing his eyes as Blaine hugged him tighter, warmer than any pillow.

---

“Kurt!” Rachel squealed waving at Kurt from across the hall. He closed his locker with a sigh, leaning against it as he waited for Rachel. “What happened?” She hurried to ask, a concerned tone.

“Nothing?” He frowned as he spoke, crossing his arms.

“Finn told me you looked pretty sad when you got home yesterday. He also said that Blaine showed up out of the blue and that he seemed to be really worried about you.” Rachel said, lowering her tone as the students passed through them, much to Kurt’s happiness, he didn’t want people curious about his problems, especially that problem.

“I’m fine.” He shrugged. He didn’t really feel like sharing what had happened with everyone, he didn’t need everybody worrying about him like the last time. He could handle it on his own. “I swear.”

“Are you sure? You lo-“

Before she could finish her sentence ice cold liquid hit Kurt, the ice making him shiver as he felt his clothes clinging to his body, his eyes burning with ice, his skin going numb due to the coldness of the ice.

He raised his gaze in time to see the jocks turning around the corner. Karofsky turned his head, meeting Kurt’s gaze, smirking as he winked at Kurt, making the boy shiver again, this time, he wasn’t completely sure if it was because of the slushie.

“Kurt!” Rachel’s voice made Kurt jerk backwards. She was completely clean, except for a few red drops that must’ve hit her when the jocks threw the slushie at him. “C’mon, you have to clean yourself.” She tugged him by the hand, taking him to the girl’s bathroom as he tried to process what had just happened.

“Kurt?!” He turned to see Finn, books in one hand, the other adjusting the strap of his backpack, staring at him with wide eyes. “What happened?”

“Karofsky slushied him.” Rachel replied, already pushing Kurt inside the bathroom.

The last thing he heard before everything went silent was Finn’s shocked “what”.

He walked towards the sinks; his eyes burning as Rachel pushed his shoulders down gently, yet strongly, making him sit down.

“I’m gonna wash your hair.” Rachel warned him turning the faucet on. Kurt nodded, throwing his head back. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Kurt admitted. He couldn’t hide anything from Rachel at that moment and, even if he tried, he knew she was going to notice something was wrong. “I just-“He started as she ran her finger through his hair, taking off the remaining ice and making the best to lower the stickiness of it. “I really thought this was over.”

“I know” She sighed, turning on her heels and grabbing a bunch of hygienic paper. She lifted his head carefully and tried to dry his hair with the paper as well as she could. “I suppose you don’t have any spare clothes, do you?” She patted him gently on the shoulder and he got up, taking his shirt off to clean himself.

“It had stopped.” He shrugged, wetting a handful of hygienic paper and rubbing it on his chest and arms, the paper acquiring a red color.

“That’s what’s so weird about it.” Kurt was glad she didn’t ask if he had any idea of why they had slushied only him, he wouldn’t be able to lie in this state. “What are you gonna do?”

“Do my best to clean my clothes, go back to class and walk with my head held up high.” He shrugged. He wouldn’t bother his father with that. Yet. He turned to see Rachel eyeing him carefully, biting her lower lip. “You can go, I’ll be okay.” He said. “I don’t you to miss your class because of me.”

“Well, I do have to try to clean a bit of my clothes.” She replied, smiling a little and walking towards him, mouthing a thank you when he handed her the hygienic paper.

At moments like those, he really was thankful for having Rachel in his life.

---

Kurt reached out for his phone as he flipped through an old edition of Vogue absently.

“Kurt Hummel’s phone.”

“Hey, babe.” Kurt smiled at the sound of Blaine’s voice, closing the magazine and sitting straight. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you these past couple days, I was really busy.”

 “Yeah, I can imagine.”

“How was the rest of the week?”

Kurt hesitated in answering, biting his lower lip. “The week hasn’t ended yet, tomorrow is Friday.” He replied, smiling at the thought of seeing Blaine again.

“You know what I mean.”

Kurt chewed on the inside of his cheek. He didn’t want to tell Blaine about the slushies, or about what Karofsky would do after it. He’d only worry Blaine and that wasn’t necessary, he could handle it on his own. He had already learned to take a raincoat to school every day, so his clothes weren’t ruined when the colored liquid hit him.  “It was ordinary.” He finally said, shrugging, although Blaine couldn’t see him. It wasn’t a lie; after all, it was being an ordinary week, just like the ones he’d go through in his sophomore year and at the beginning of his junior year.

“Kurt, Rach told me about the slushies.” Blaine’s tone wasn’t accusatory, but it still made Kurt feel ashamed, as if he had done something wrong. Well, at least part of him. The other part wanted to grab his keys, drive to Rachel’s house and murder her. He had specifically pleaded her not to tell anyone about it, especially Blaine. “Did he do anything else?”

Kurt hesitated once more. Blaine didn’t need to spend his entire day worrying about Kurt. “N-No.”

‘’Kurt, for the millionth time, I know you. Now,” He paused. “Tell me what he did.”

“It’s nothing, really. He’d just… You know, wink at me or blow me a kiss.” Kurt shivered lightly, but he shrugged. “Nothing you need to worry about.” Kurt murmured, starring at the window, focusing on the branches of the tree outside, instead of at the sudden tightness in throat, which threatened to close. He could hear Blaine grinding his teeth and could almost see him clenching his hands into fists.

“Have you considered transferring back to Dal-“

“No.” Kurt didn’t even let him finish the sentence. Rachel had suggested it too, but he wouldn’t even consider it. “I won’t run again and give them the taste of victory.”

“We could be together aga-“

“No is no, Blaine.”

Blaine knew better not to push Kurt. When the boy put something into his head nothing but himself could make him change his mind. “Fine.” Blaine sighed. “I need to hang up but I’ll text you when I leave Dalton tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Kurt smiled. Just the thought of seeing Blaine again made him happier than he had been the entire week.

“Good night. Sleep tight.”

“You too.” He grinned. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Blaine’s tone was back to its usual cheerful, happy one. “See you tomorrow, babe.”

---

Kurt closed his locker happily, humming lowly. The day had gone and he hadn’t been slushied or harassed or even noticed. And he also had had a solo in Glee. It was the beginning of a wonderful weekend. He walked towards the exit, tightening his coat around him as the cool October wind hit him. It was a beautiful day, the sky was blue and clear, however, the weather was getting colder and colder.

His feet took him to the football field. He had to drop Finn at Rachel’s and he had some kind of group bounding or something like that after Glee.

“Finn!” He shouted, waving at his step brother from across the field. Finn made a positive sign, though he turned and kept talking to Coach Beiste.

It wasn’t long before Coach Beiste’s deep voice echoed across the field. “You’re all dismissed. Except for you Finn. I’ve gotta have a word with you.” The players were already heading towards the lockers, looking tired, when Beiste called them again. “And remember gentlemen of what I told you. I hope fun stories about it on Monday.” The players let out a growl of frustration but nodded, looking like they were about to cry.

Kurt quirked an eyebrow, making a mental note to ask Finn what was Beiste talking about. He was still grinning, thinking of things Beiste could have asked them to do that could make them look that miserable when he realized that Azimio and Karofsky were walking towards him. He felt his body go still, his hands getting sweaty.

“Oh look who’s here.” Azimio smiled, amused, poking Karofsky who raised his gaze to meet Kurt’s eyes, a smile forming on his lips. “What can we do to him?”

“It’s been a while since the last time he was in the dumpsters.” Karofsky replied, his eyes sparkling. “I bet it’d take quite some time for someone to find him there.”

Kurt closed his eyes at the thought of Karofsky touching him. The slushies soaked him from head to toe, ruined his hair and most of the time made him sick, but, at least, it didn’t involve Karofsky hands on him. He’d rather be slushied a thousand times than having Karofsky’s hands on his body.

---

Blaine spotted Finn on the football field, talking to the coach. He jogged towards the quarterback, glancing around, looking for Kurt.

“… Do my bes-“Finn stopped talking abruptly, frowning faintly at Blaine. “Blaine? What are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for Kurt.” He explained. “Have you seen him?”

“He’s right the-“Finn got a few shades paler as his eyes widened, his mouth hanging open. “Shit.” He murmured. 

“What?” He followed Finn’s gaze, his heart nearly stopping when he saw Karofsky and Azimio approaching Kurt.

Before he could stop and think about what he could do he was already running across the field, towards Kurt, yelling the boy’s name. He thought he heard someone calling him, most likely Finn, but he wasn’t sure. In a matter of seconds, that seemed more like year to him, he was by Kurt’s side, pushing Azimio and grabbing Karofsky by the shirt. He pinned the jock against the wall, keeping an arm on his throat.

“If you ever,” He hissed, grinding his teeth, doing his best not to lose his temper. “Ever, lay a single finger on my boyfriend again, I’ll kill you. I don’t care how confused you are or how you feel, if you kiss him again…” Blaine shook his head, chuckling. “No, I’m sorry. If you ever do anything to him again, I swear to god I’ll kill you.” He felt Kurt’s hand touching his free arm softly, but he shrugged it off, using the free hand to fist Karofsky’s shirt. “Do you understand it?” He hissed. “Don’t you ever touch him again.”

“Blaine!” Kurt cried. He knew Blaine was strong, he knew he had taken boxing lessons, but Karofsky was way taller than him and had spent pretty much his entire life beating kids up.

He turned around to see Kurt looking at him with pleading eyes, his eyes shining with tears, which rolled through his face. He took a deep breath, reuniting all his self-control before he let go off Karofsky, slowly, reluctantly.

“Is that all you’ve got fag?” Karofsky asked, mockingly, though Blaine could see his chest raising and falling quickly, his breathing labored. Azimio was, within seconds, next to Karofsky, both of them grinning, victorious. “What could a fag like you do to u-“

Blaine’s fist collided with Karofsky’s face, a wave of pain flowing through Blaine’s hand as he heard the distinct “crack” of something being broke. “Keep in mind that I’ll do much worse if you ever touch Kurt again.” Blaine hissed as Azimio stared at him wide eyed, so as Karofsky, though the latter also had his hand on his nose, blood coloring his fingers with a bright red.

“Let’s go Kurt.”

He started walking towards the parking lot, still blind with anger. Now that the rush of adrenaline was beginning to pass, the pain was much stronger, almost intolerable and he began to wonder if he’d be able to drive. He hadn’t meant to punch Karofsky, really, but a part of him was glad he did it, especially because, hopefully, the jocks would think twice before picking on Kurt. Speaking of which… He turned his head and saw Kurt a few inches behind him, staring at him with concern. “What?”

“Let’s go to the bathroom.” Kurt replied quietly. “I need to take a better look at your hand.”

They returned to the school, walking towards the bathroom in silence. Blaine glanced now and then at Kurt, who was completely tense, his gaze lost somewhere and his lips firmly pressed against each other, forming a thin line.

Kurt pushed the bathroom door open, locking it once Blaine had entered and leading him to the sink, opening the faucet. He put Blaine’s hands under the water and let the water fall freely on Blaine’s hands as he took a soap bar out of his bag. He washed Blaine’s hand gently, remaining in silence the whole time, except for the few times Blaine flinched and Kurt would tell him to stay still.

“Are you mad at me?” Blaine finally asked, breaking the silence. Kurt’s hands stopped moving for a brief second. Just his thumb stroking Blaine’s reddish knuckles. “Kurt?”

“Why did you do that?” Kurt’s voice wasn’t higher than a whisper.

“They were going to hurt you.”

“I’m used to it.” Kurt snapped, angrily. He let go of Blaine’s hands, raising his head so their eyes met, Blaine’s hazel eyes staring at him in concern and hurt, his sparkling with tears. “What if they had-“His voice cracked as he shook his head, tears rolling through his face.

“What if they had what?”

“What if they had hurt you?” He quirked an eyebrow, his eyes burning. “What would I’ve done, Blaine?” He crossed his arms. “What if they had beaten you up or threw something at you or…” Kurt trailed off, his throat way too tight for him to speak.

Blaine bit his lower lip, his chest tightening at the sight of Kurt so scared and hurt. He closed the faucet, shaking his hand to dry it. “I’m fine, nothing happened.”

“What if had?” Kurt replied, meeting Blaine’s eyes. “What would I’ve done if you had been hurt because of me?”

“Nothing happened ok?” Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug, wrapping one arm around the boy’s waist and placing the other hand on his neck. “And even if it had it’d have been worth it.” He hugged Kurt even tighter as the boy started crying silently in his arms, the tears wetting his shirt.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Kurt whispered against Blaine’s chest, allowing the smell of Blaine’s clothes to relax him, taking away all the bad thoughts and fears. Kurt pulled back, smiling a little as he wiped his tears. “God, I must look like a monster.”

“You look amazing.” Blaine assured him, smiling. “You are amazing.”

Kurt grinned, pulling Blaine by the shirt to kiss him.

“I missed this.” Kurt murmured on Blaine’s lips, sighing. “I missed you.”

“Me too.” Blaine agreed, pulling Kurt closer, kissing him again.

Kurt didn’t know how long they stayed like that, arms wrapped around each other, lips moving softly in a known synchrony, murmurs of love and comfort being whispered.

“We should go.” Blaine said, pressing his forehead on Kurt’s.

Kurt nodded, reaching out for Blaine’s hands, entwining their fingers as they left.

---

“I’m just gonna take a shower.” Blaine called from the bathroom. “Tell your father we’ll be there in half an hour or so.”

“Okay.” Kurt yawned, shifting on the bed as he pulled the blankets up, curling in a ball and resting his head in Blaine’s pillow, breathing in the scent of the boy.

The TV cast dark shadows on the bed, the noises of the battle going on the movie making Kurt sleepy. Blaine insisted that they watched Lord of the Rings and, as usual, by the time Gandalf told Frodo about the ring, Kurt was already sleeping like a log.

He was already half-asleep when the sound of his cell phone woke him. Groaning he groped around for his phone. It was only when he unlocked the phone that he realized that the sound hadn’t come from his phone, but from Blaine’s.

He was about to go back to sleep when he realized that the name displayed on the screen of Blaine’s phone was Sebastian. He glanced at the bathroom’s door, the sound of the shower loud and clear.

He didn’t mean to do anything, really, but when he read the text he couldn’t hold himself.

Still stuck w/ the bf? –S

Kurt rolled his eyes, shaking his head. He set about locking the phone and going back to sleep, however something told him that there was something… Weird about that text. Glancing once again to the bathroom’s door he laid again, covering the phone with the blanket as he scrolled through the messages.