Blaine shifted his backpack over his groin to hide his growing arousal. He had never been so turned on just by someone's looks. Then again, Blaine thought as he glanced at Kurt's physique which from what Blaine could tell through Kurt's tight clothing, was slim and slightly muscular; he had never seen anyone who looked quite like Kurt. He was taller than Blaine, but not enough much enough to make an impact. He had a perfectly pale complexion, and not one of those pasty pale complexions, but the kind you want to have. Blaine had never seen anyone so beautiful.

"Blaine, did you bring your art textbook?" Stacy asked suddenly interrupting his thoughts, "I left mine in my locker. We need it for our art project."

"Yeah, it's in my backpack," Blaine replied groaning as he took off some of the weight from his backpack, off of his erection. This was so wrong. Kurt was probably much older than him and happily married to a beautiful wife. But even with Stacy in the car, Blaine was having a hard time keeping his attraction to Kurt under control.

"Blainey-bear," Stacy whispered in worried tone, next to him "Are you okay?" Blaine groaned. No he wasn't feeling okay. He had an erection that was physically painful. Coupled with its desire to get free, and with his backpack pressing down upon it, Blaine groaned once more.

"I guess I'm feeling sort of sick from not eating anything at lunch," Blaine lied. Stacy still looked worried.

"Don't worry, Blaine." Stacy reassured, "Daddy, makes the best chocolate chip cookies. We can eat them in my room."

Blaine gave Stacy a nervous smile unsure what to say. Oh God, would this be the time she would try and make a move on him? If he couldn't find a way to get his erection to leave him, it might give her the wrong impression, and that was definitely not something he wanted.

"If you're going to be in your room, the door stays open princess." Kurt interjected, in a melodious voice.

"Daddy!" Stacy shrieked, looking flustered darting her eyes between Kurt and Blaine. Yeah, like Blaine would be touching her with a ten foot pole.

"I'm just worried about you princess," Kurt explained with an amused smile, "With a pretty girl like you, there's no telling what any guy would do."

Stacy still seemed embarrassed and chose to keep her eyes firmly on the textbook, not looking at either Kurt or him.

Blaine didn't say anything in their moment of silence. His erection was finally starting to cool off, after he started to think of the female cheerleaders in their skimpy outfits that he saw walking around school every day. Hopefully this wouldn't happen every time he would see Kurt. Blaine couldn't think of enough ways to get rid of boners.

'How long would it take to get to their house?' He thought to seemed like twenty minutes had already passed by, and they couldn't live that far away from McKinley, unless it was a special case like his own.

"So, how was your day at school, Blaine?" Kurt asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh, it was okay." Blaine lied. In all honesty, it sucked. His favorite time of the day where he could truly be himself was going to be tainted by Stacy's presence in Glee club. Now he even had to spend even more time with her after school for their art project. So far the only pleasant thing that happened was talking to someone as attractive as Kurt, and even that had a huge downside; he's possibly married to a woman!

Kurt must have noticed his frown, because the older man sent Blaine a smile which made something in his chest flutter, and said, "Why don't I make you guys some snacks and you guys can relax from your long day at school? Does that sound like a plan?"

Blaine nodded to Kurt giving him a shy smile. Kurt smiled back at him. In all likelihood it was an innocent smile, but it did things to Blaine that left him wondering if he could discreetly take a picture of it so he could savor it.

"How about you Princess? What would you like for snack?" Kurt asked Stacy who still seemed a bit flustered from before. It was probably the longest Stacy had ever stayed silent in Blaine's presence.

"Will you be making chocolate chip cookies and hot chocolate?" Stacy asked, excited.

"If you want." Kurt said smiling, as they finally pulled into their driveway and parked.

They seemed to live in a pleasant neighborhood, from what Blaine could tell. There were no traces of trash on the streets, and the children were playing cheerfully in the yards with their parents; protected by the grates surrounding their homes. It wasn't quite like Blaine's house in Westerville, grand and luxurious, but their neighborhood oozed a warm and friendly vibe.

Their house was fairly adequate in size and had a pleasant ivory color painted on the outside. The luscious flowers that decorated the Hummel residence brought a vibrant and amicable feel to their home.

As Blaine was led inside he noticed that each of the items in the rooms he passed were meticulously placed to compliment the colors, melding the rooms into a theme that transversed throughout the entire house, but still had enough personal touches to make it feel homey.

Blaine knew it was wrong, but he still inwardly cheered when he noticed that there weren't any wedding pictures or photos of a telltale wife to be seen.

Stacy led him into their living room and took a seat at the table. Blaine pulled out the chair across from her; when she motioned for him to sit next to her.

"Blainey-bear, sit over here." Stacy said, patting the seat. Blaine grumbled in his mind as he took a seat next to her. He was hoping to stay as far away from her, while still remaining in the same room as her, but apparently that wasn't going to be a possibility.

"For our art project," Stacy began, "We're supposed to work with themes, and combine ideas into a piece which can either be a painting, sculpture, or a simple drawing."

"So what theme did, Mr. Vander let you choose?"

"Love and Infatuation." Stacy muttered, as she suddenly began playing with her blonde hair twirling it around her fingers shyly. It figures that she would choose infatuation, especially considering how much she was infatuated with him.

Stacy was quiet after that as they flipped through the art textbook looking at ideas. She would occasionally have her hands brush against his. Blaine wondered why Stacy was suddenly being careful about intruding on his personal space. Not that he minded.

"Do you want to do a painting and I can do a sculpture?" Blaine asked.

"I'm not really good at painting." Stacy said.

"I know someone in our art class who can help you out, then."

"Who?"

"Austin Larkon."

"Isn't he that mean guy on the football team?" Stacy questioned looking worried. Austin Larkon was a dick, he threw slushies at kids, he bullied them, he even called Blaine some names too, but he knew art better than both Stacy and Blaine combined. It was practically the only thing he did in any of his classes. If Stacy hung out with Austin more, then Blaine could get less Stacy time.

"He's pretty good at painting." Blaine reasoned, "He could show us a thing or two."

"I don't know." Stacy said still hesitant. Blaine didn't blame her. Most teenagers on the football team were some of the biggest bullies at school. Stacy also didn't have a good reputation. Blaine knew she didn't know it, but a lot of people outside of glee club had dubbed her as his love sick puppy. Stacy was even mocked in glee Club was supposed to be the haven for all the outcasts in wasn't as bad inside the choir room as outside, but it still would hurt her if she were to ever find out.

After about twenty minutes of discussing their art project and what they would do for it, they started working on other homework. Blaine really didn't want to stick around any longer than absolutely necessary, but he had no other way of leaving. He was just getting towards the end of Crime and Punishment before Stacy tapped him on the shoulder, trying to get his attention.

"Blainey-bear," Stacy began, glancing at her homework and back to him, "I need some help with my geometry homework, this proof is driving me insane."

"For the proof," Blaine explained, as she leaned closer to him, "You have to prove that triangles ABC are congruent to DEF. So the given is that lines AD are congruent to BE, which we will work down our list of reasons to prove it's correct."

"I think I sort of get it," Stacy replied, inching her chair closer to him until her chair was combined with his, "Mind explaining the next problem?"

Stacy was on both chairs suddenly, her body pressed up against his. Blaine sighed. He wished he could figure out a way to shake her off, but everything he's tried up to this point has only caused her to push her advances further.

"Um, actually I-I have," Blaine said beginning to stutter nervously, as her hands brushed against his. Blaine could smell the fragrance of her perfume from their proximity, which was a strong strawberry scent with jasmine. It was slightly nauseating, if he were being honest with himself.

"I t-think that the e-equation," Blaine tried to begin, but the scent started to give him a headache.

"What's wrong, Blainey-bear?" Stacy asked calmly, with a small smile. Before Blaine could come up with an excuse as to why he had to back away from her with a quickness that a cheetah would be proud of, Kurt came into the room.

"I hope you guys didn't wait too long," Kurt exclaimed abruptly, with a plate full of chocolate chip cookies and three cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows.

"Thanks," Blaine and Stacy both said grabbing their cups and sipping the warm liquid. It was a nice blend of chocolate and marshmallows at a warm temperature. It didn't burn his tongue like some of the ones Blaine made, but made danced in his mouth delightfully warming his body up pleasantly.

"So how's the project coming along?" Kurt asked suddenly as he began braiding Stacy's hair.

"It's going okay." Blaine responded nervously. Kurt had changed from his colorful clothing that hung on his body tightly, into loose but more revealing shorts and shirt. His legs looked smooth and long from where Blaine could peer. Blaine hoped his little problem wouldn't come back again.

"You have a very nice home," Blaine complimented, as he was trying to distract his mind from thoughts of Kurt and what his presence did to Blaine's body.

"Thank you," Kurt smiled, "I decorated everything in the house, myself."

Kurt had really great style. Blaine felt silly for not noticing sooner. Even Kurt's simple shorts and shirt were designer.

"Oh, I never got to ask yet," Kurt remembered suddenly, "How was your day at school, Princess?"

"It was absolutely perfect, Daddy." Stacy exclaimed, sending Blaine a shy glance as Kurt began to French braid her hair into a bun. She really looked quite like a princess with her hair tied elegantly bringing out her cheekbones and other complimenting features. If Blaine weren't gay, and she were a little less annoying…

"Oh, and I joined glee club with Blaine."

"That's nice, Princess." Kurt replied, "It's great you can finally use that wonderful voice of yours."

"Blaine," Stacy said suddenly," Did you know Daddy sings also? His voice is really beautiful."

Blaine could imagine it. Kurt's voice already sounded angelic.

"I'm not that great," Kurt replied bashfully, seeming embarrassed judging by his usual pale complexion flushed red, "Daniel sings pretty well also."

"Not as great as you." Stacy retorted.

"Who's Daniel?" Blaine asked suddenly.

"Oh," Kurt and Stacy both said carefully, clearly they had both forgotten to mention something to him, and they were both nervous about it.

"He's my Dad's boyfriend." Stacy replied cautiously. They both eyed him carefully waiting for his reaction.

Boyfriend? Kurt was gay? Did he get a surrogate for Stacy? He felt suddenly conflicted between the fact that Kurt was indeed gay and the fact that Kurt was taken. Blaine suddenly didn't feel like drinking any more hot chocolate. Blaine gave them a small smile and nodded, which made Stacy sigh with relief.

"I was worried you were one of those homophobic idiots." Stacy said still seeming worried. "Daniel and Daddy have been dating for a few months. I don't think Daniel is meant for-"

"Oh Princess," Kurt interrupted shyly, "Blaine doesn't want to hear about that."

Actually Blaine did want to know more. Maybe he could squeeze some more information about Kurt from Stacy at school, while Kurt wasn't around.

"So, how long do you guys have to work until you finish?" Kurt asked curiously.

"Well it's worth a lot of points," Stacy replied, glancing at the rubric of their assignment. "We probably have to work on this for more than a few weeks. Daddy, can you buy some of the supplies we need when you go to the store?"

"Sure Princess," Kurt said grabbing his keys, "Blaine do you need a ride home, or do you want your parents to come pick you up? It's getting pretty late." Kurt said looking at the clock. It was nearing upon 6 o'clock. "Are your parents going to worry about where you are?" Blaine shook his head.

"My parents are at work they probably won't be home until its dark outside." Blaine responded, grabbing things into his backpack. Stacy frowned, as he picked up his art textbook. She was probably upset that their time together was interrupted.

"Can I come with you guys, Daddy?" Stacy asked, hope evident in her eyes.

'Please say no,' Blaine pleaded in his mind.

"You have homework Princess," Kurt reasoned, "And I don't want you staying up late tonight."

Stacy frowned even more, but listened to Kurt and continued with her homework.

"So, where do you live?" Kurt asked, as Blaine took a seat in the front of the car.

"Oh I live in Westerville."

"That's pretty far, from Lima." Kurt said thoughtfully.

Blaine didn't know why he felt compelled to explain his situation, but as they drove into the freeway, he glanced at Kurt and felt the man was kind enough to understand.

"There were some kids at my old high school" Blaine said, his voice quivering, with each word, "and each day they made it their mission to turn my life into a living hell by bullying me. It started off with small things like putting graffiti on my locker but then it escalated. One day they beat me and my friend up after a dance. I never wanted to go back ever."

Kurt's expression melted into sympathy, and he put one of his hands on Blaine's as a comforting gesture. Blaine had never felt hands quite as soft as Kurt's before. Usually people, seemed sad or felt sorry, but it seemed like Kurt sincerely understood him.

"No one at school did anything," Blaine continued, "It was just like they were sorry, but if my life sucks because I'm being bullied, it doesn't matter and I'm just going to have to deal with it."

Kurt squeezed his hand and as the silence passed by them. Blaine felt better to have Kurt's comforting hand there.

"I was bullied also when I was younger too." Kurt said suddenly. Blaine frowned. How could anyone live with themselves to bully someone as nice as Kurt? It made something in Blaine boil ferociously.

"They didn't know I was gay." Kurt continued, and this time Blaine squeezed his hand, "They just assumed I was, because of how I talk, what I wore, what I liked…"

Kurt pulled his hand away, and Blaine was sad for the lost of warmth, but his heart clenched when noticed Kurt was wiping some of his tears away. "Every day they would throw me in the dumpster emotionally and physically. They would call me names, and make fun of me and I never did anything to them, besides be who I was."

"How silly am I?" Kurt asked smiling dejectedly, "A twenty-six year old man, still crying about what his high school tormentors did years ago?"

"I think it shows," Blaine began nervously placing his hands on Kurt's. "that you never really forget what they did. Maybe you forgive them, but the pain is still there." Kurt was only twenty-six years old? But Stacy was fourteen. Did that mean Kurt had her when he was twelve? How does that even work?

Kurt seemed like he was listening attentively waiting for him to make his point. 'Come on, Blaine!' he scolded himself. That didn't sound reassuring!

"But that doesn't mean there won't be better days." Blaine continued nervously, "I mean sure it was bad, but we can't let it get to us. It would only mean that what they do has power over us, and it doesn't. "

"Thank you." Kurt said giving him a small smile. He wasn't crying anymore, but Blaine's hands were still holding his. Blaine treasured the warmth and softness of Kurt's hand, before Kurt let go to plug in his iPod to the speakers.

"Do you like, Lady Gaga?" Kurt questioned as he was looking through songs, waiting for his reaction.

"Uh, Yeah," Blaine replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Who doesn't?"

"She's a genius." Kurt said, as Born This Way reverberated through the speakers. "I have all of her songs on my iPod."

After that moment Blaine had spent most of the car ride discussing with Kurt their favorite actors, and singers. It had turned out they had a lot in common. Kurt loved classic Disney movies, just like him and even owned every one. Kurt read Vogue also, which explained how he kept up with all of the latest trends and fashion. Although, Blaine didn't actually keep up with the latest look, quite like Kurt did. Kurt had even read the entire Harry Potter series.

"You know who's also great?" Blaine exclaimed excitedly. "Katy Perry."

"I know right?" Kurt said grinning, "Don't you love her song, E.T.?"

"I sing it every time at least once when driving to school." Blaine gushed with a grin. "Do you like plays and musicals?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Do I breathe air?"

"What's your favorite?" Blaine questioned, waiting carefully for his answer.

"Although Gypsy will always have a special place in my heart," Kurt began, "I have to say Wicked."

"Wicked is one of my favorites also!" Blaine exclaimed, as they pulled up at his house. He didn't want to leave yet. Kurt was perfect. He was attractive, witty, and fun to talk to.

Blaine seemed a bit conflicted between leaving or staying in the car. It would be weird if he hesitated any longer, and he needed to do homework. But he still grabbed his backpack slowly, taking his time.

"Thanks for the ride, Kurt." Blaine said, hanging the straps on his shoulders.

"Blaine, before you leave there's something I have to tell you." Kurt said suddenly, as Blaine was opening the door.

"Listen here Blaine, I like you." Kurt began, his voice devoid of any compassion, sending chills down Blaine's spine, "You may have everyone else fooled, but I know you're gay. I don't know what you're planning on doing, but Stacy is my daughter. I'm not going to sit around while some guy manipulates her."

Blaine gulped. He knew he probably should have told Kurt right then and there that he had no interest in Stacy and that she was continually coming onto him, but he couldn't. There was a lump building in his throat that just wouldn't go away.

"Got it?"

Blaine nodded nervously.

"Good. See you tomorrow, Blaine." Kurt said smiling suddenly, before leaving. Blaine stared at the black Navigator as it left the street and was out of sight.

Kurt knew he was gay? Blaine didn't want to hurt Stacy. He was trying to protect her feelings! Thinking more and more about Kurt's warning as Blaine walked inside, he felt scared and strangely turned on.