Blaine was at his locker, anxiously waiting for Kurt to come to school. Kurt had texted him that morning saying he had something important to tell him. But it was almost time for class and Kurt still wasn't here. Blaine admitted he was worried. In fact, he was so worried that he had forgone the hair gel today and his hair was a curly mess. He hated it like this, but what if Kurt was hurt or something? What if another jock had attacked him? If that was the case then whoever did it was so dead, because Blaine was going to strangle them with his bare hands until their homophobic heads popped off.

Blaine was two seconds away from all out panic-and-kill-every-jock-in-sight mode when he saw the small form of Kurt Hummel walking quickly down the hall towards him. Since the halls were nearly empty, because it was so close to class time, Blaine ran down the hall towards Kurt and pulled him into a hug. He placed tiny kisses all over Kurt's face, making his boyfriend giggle. "You had me so worried, Kurt. I thought you were hurt or something. You can't scare me like that again."

Kurt slipped himself out of the hug and pulled his phone from his pocket. "I'm fine, Blaine. Well, I am to a point. Here," Kurt handed over his phone.

Blaine stared at the small boy with a look of confusion and a bit of shock on his face. Kurt's phone was his baby. He didn't let anyone hold it. Not even Blaine when he had wanted to give his number to Kurt. "Why are you giving me this?"

"Just read the recent texts, Blaine. That will tell you what you need to know." Kurt gave Blaine a quick kiss. "I have to go. Class is going to start." He was going to leave but then he paused, studying Blaine's hair. He lifted a hand and played a bit with the curls, smiling. "You need to wear your hair like this more often, Blaine. I like it."

Blaine was officially lost. He still wanted Kurt to explain what was going on, but before he could say anything he had been hugged and Kurt had disappeared, heading off to his first class. Blaine stood there for a few more seconds, staring at the place Kurt had stood. He only snapped back into reality when the late bell rang. Cussing, Blaine ran to his math class and hurriedly apologized to his teacher, who waved him away and told him to sit down.

Blaine slid into a seat in the back of the class, waiting for his teacher to start teaching. The minute the teacher turned to start writing on the board; he whipped out Kurt's phone and unlocked it. On the screen was a text conversation between Kurt and a number Blaine didn't know. He scrolled to the top to see the beginning of the conversation. With a glance up at his teacher to make sure she really was distracted, he started to read.

With every text his face got angrier and angrier until the person at the desk beside him actually moved away a little. How dare that asshole text Kurt! How could the Warblers just give him Kurt's number? Couldn't they tell he was an evil bastard? Though Blaine had to smile when he saw that for a moment Sebastian had unleashed bitchy Kurt, who could be very, very scary. It was hard to think that adorable, cuddly Kurt could make you want to piss your pants if you got him angry, but it was true. Blaine had experienced it first hand, and he was planning never to get Kurt that angry again.

But still! Sebastian had no right to text Kurt. His Kurt. Blaine would not stand for it. His hands itched to punch Sebastian in his stupid smirking face.

Blaine forced himself to take deep breathes and just calm down. He couldn't lose his cool in the middle of math class. Besides, it was just texting. Kurt could just not answer, or even change his number. No big deal. And Kurt had been clearly trying to get Sebastian to understand that he wasn't interested. As long as Sebastian kept his distance, it would be fine. Texting Blaine could handle. Anything else, though, and he was sure he would snap.

At lunch time Blaine assured Kurt that it was perfectly fine. Sebastian could do little harm in texts. And Kurt clearly had the back talking under control. The rest of lunch Kurt perched on his lap and played with Blaine's hair, which was adorable. They ignored the calls of fags from across the Cafeteria, and just enjoyed each other's company. They definitely needed more classes together.

The rest of the day passed in a haze of classes. The Sebastian thing was still tugging at the back of Blaine's brain, but he attempted to ignore it. It was fine. There was no way Sebastian was going to steal Kurt from him with just a few texts.

At the end of the day they met up and walked to Glee club together, holding hands. They entered the room and took their seats right next to each other. Surprisingly, the girls from the trouble tones were there. Apparently Mr. Schue was trying to go for unity and togetherness or something. And also their Glee club teacher was out sick that day. Blaine wasn't paying much attention. He thought those girls were idiots for leaving. They seriously needed to get over themselves. He had thought Mercedes was cool until she had sported this new, 'It's all about me' attitude. Glee club was about taking a bunch of voices, putting them together and making beautiful music. It wasn't about who got the most solos.

So, instead of listening to their bickering, Blaine placed his head on Kurt's shoulder and started to sing into his ear.

You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on

You think I'm funny, when I tell the punch line wrong

I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down

Kurt was blushing. Blaine was singing him their song. Blaine always sang this song to Kurt. It always made Kurt happy.

Blaine opened his mouth to continue but that was when a huge vase of roses walked through the door. Well, there was a person behind all the flowers, but you just couldn't see them. The girls stared in awe and the boys did face palms. Why hadn't they thought of sending roses to the girls? Now they would have to listen about how someone got roses in Glee club, and how that was romantic, and how they should be more romantic. It was going to suck. They totally would have to beat up the person who sent them for upstaging the rest of the boys.

"What's that for?" Mr. Schue asked, looking confused.

The person behind the flowers said, "They were sent to the front office with a note telling them to send them here during Glee club."

Santana stood up. "Well obviously they're for me."

Rachel got to her feet. "I don't think so, Santana. Finny knows how much I love roses. Besides, you currently don't have a boyfriend. Why would anyone send you roses?"

Other girls were standing up, saying the roses were clearly for them, until the person behind the flowers interrupted. "Unless any of you are Kurt Hummel, then no, not for you."

Blaine's insides went cold. All the girls were staring at Kurt jealously and all the boys were staring at Blaine with looks that said, 'what the hell, man?'

Kurt blushed. "Oh Blaine, you shouldn't have."

Blaine shook his head slowly. "I didn't." he mumbled. There was a little gasp from the people in the room. The Glee club was big fans of drama.

Getting up, Blaine walked over to the roses and took them from the boy behind them, who hurriedly left. He placed them on the floor and took out the little letter that was inside. With everyone watching he opened it and read what the letter said.

Hey, Princess. Told you I could be romantic. I bet Blaine never sent you a vase full of roses before. Once you're ready to find yourself a real boyfriend, I'll be waiting.

Sebastian

Again, Blaine saw red. The hands holding the letter actually shook. That son of a bitch had crossed a line. It was Blaine's job to send Kurt flowers. It was his job to flirt with Kurt and text him and make him smile.

A small hand was placed on his shoulder. "Blaine, are you okay?" It was Kurt. Blaine calmed down just a bit. That is, until Santana said something that sent him over the edge.

"About time Hummel got a love triangle." She said to the whole room. "I bet fifty bucks that dapper boy loses. What do you think Trouble Tones? You agree with me? Blaine ain't got the stuff to fight off another boy who wants Hummel."

Blaine lost it. He spun around and glared at Santana and look of such fury that it actually took the smile off of her face. "Listen here, Satan, I've had to up to my limit with you and your stupid Trouble Tones. You think you guys are all big and bad, and you're so happy you finally got all your damn solos. You guys didn't even consider what it would do to the New Directions. Don't you realize what you're doing? All the girls who dance and sing behind you and Mercedes feel the same way you felt in New Directions. What if they just decided to leave to start their own Glee club? What would you do then? You think you guys fixed everything, but really you just shoved people behind you so that you could get what you wanted. Apparently all of you are too blind to see it, but the answer to your dilemma is simple. You, Mr. Schue," he rounded on the teacher. "You need to stop giving Finn and Rachel every single damn duet. Give other people a chance to do something other than dance in the background. And you two," He pointed at Mercedes and Santana. "You two need to get off your high horses and just accept the fact that you will not get every single solo that there is. It's a cowardly move to join another Glee club just to get that. Nobody else did."

He took a deep breath and continued. "When I was at Dalton, I got every single solo and I didn't even think about how the other members of the Warbler's felt about that. It took Kurt telling me to take my head out of my ass to realize what I was doing. Glee club isn't about getting all the solos, it's about working together. You guys are just too freakin self-absorbed to realize it. And because of that, you all are going to lose at every competition you go to!"

Blaine turned and left, muttering under his breath despite Mr. Schue telling him to come back. Sometimes he seriously wished he had never left Dalton. These people in this school were crazy. The Glee club fought, the school of full of homophobes, and the teachers were more concerned with going home than they were teaching students.

A small hand grabbed his and Blaine remembered the reason why he had transferred to this hell hole. He stopped and looked at Kurt, who looked worried. "Blaine, while that was very entertaining and you said what I've wanted to say for weeks, I want to know if you're okay. You got all mad after you read the note from Sebastian."

The anger returned. "He sent you flowers!" he practically growled.

Kurt squeezed his hand. "I don't want the flowers, Blaine. I only want flowers if they're from you."

Blaine sighed. Why couldn't Kurt grasp how much this was bothering Blaine? It didn't matter that Kurt didn't like Sebastian; it was just the fact that that slimy cockroach still pursued him that was the problem. "Look, Kurt, I'm sorry for losing it. I…I just need to relax for a bit, okay? I'm going home."

"Can I join you?"

He shook his head. "No, Kurt, I think it would be better if I was by myself right now, okay?" He leaned down and placed a loving kiss on Kurt's lips. "I'll text you."

Kurt nodded, but he still had that determined look in his eyes. "But we will be discussing this, Blaine Anderson, mark my words." He gave Blaine a hug and then left to return to the choir room.

Blaine smiled. Kurt was so precious and so perfect. And that was why Blaine had to have some choice words with Sebastian. Because if he didn't, then there was a chance that Sebastian could hurt Kurt and that was not an option. The angry look returned and Blaine stormed down the hall, in his head calculating how long it would take to get to Dalton if he went a hundred miles over the speed limit.

He was almost to the door when Sue Sylvester turned a corner. He almost ran smack dab into her. She looked at him with an inspecting gaze. "You've got the look on your face that I get when I think about that god awful Glee Club, Curly Q. Somebody piss you off?"

The one good think about Sue Sylvester was the she understood when revenge was in order. "Somebody's trying to steal my boyfriend. I have to go and set them straight."

The cheerleading coach nodded. "A lover's quarrel. Always interesting. Good luck. Let me know how it works out. Porcelain really likes you. But I don't trust a man with curly hair. I'll be watching you, Dapper boy." With that she walked away.

Shaking his head, Blaine got back on task. He walked out of the school and jumped in his car. Seconds later he was tearing out of the parking lot, only one thing on his mind. Sebastian was going to pay.

…

Karma, Sebastian decided, was most definitely a bitch. The past few days had been hell and Sebastian's life had taken a drastic turn.

Saturday night is what caused it. He had come back from the bar, angry and horny because Kurt had rejected his advances and Blaine had to ruin everything. That kiss had been amazing, and it only made him want more. Unfortunately, screwing Kurt Hummel wasn't an option at that moment; a fact that only worsened Sebastian's mood. He had gone back to his dorm and fallen into bed, only to be plagued by dreams of the small, slender, fashion forward boy. Wet dreams.

He was enjoying himself until he felt a hand where a hand shouldn't be while he was sleeping unless it was his own. He opened his eyes to see his roommate, whose name he could not recall, with his hand wrapped around Sebastian's dick. Apparently he had been moaning in his sleep, and to his roommate, Kurt sounded a lot like Kaleb. The boy had practically begged Sebastian to have sex with him. Since his wet dream had been interrupted, his plans ruined, and because he was unbearably hard from thinking of Kurt, he agreed.

It had been quick, rough, and Sebastian had been picturing Kurt and moaning the boy's name the whole time. When they were finished, Sebastian reached for his clothes but was stopped by arms around his waist. His roommate had placed his face in Sebastian's shoulder and was holding him tightly.

"What are you doing?" Sebastian asked, attempting to push the boy off.

Kaleb looked up at him, confused. "I'm cuddling. Boyfriends cuddle."

Now it was Sebastian's turn to be confused. Yes, he liked to cuddle, but he wanted to do it with Kurt, preferably after sex because he wanted to know what it would feel like to hold that small body close to him and wrap his arms around that small waist. He did not want to cuddle with his roommate who he had had sex with because he really wanted to have sex with Kurt. "Who said I was your boyfriend? I'm Sebastian. I don't do boyfriends." Except maybe with Kurt, Sebastian thought to himself.

"But we just had sex!" The boy practically whined. Sebastian groaned. He so did not need this right now.

He shoved the boy away from him and sat up in bed, the blanket draped over his lap. Kaleb stood next to his bed, totally nude and frowning. "I've had sex with half the boys in this school and none of them have been my boyfriend. And besides, I only had sex with you because you were practically shoving your ass in my face." Sebastian pulled his boxers back on and tossed his other clothes into his hamper.

The other boy practically had tears in his eyes. "But didn't you enjoy it? Don't you want to be my boyfriend so we can do that again?"

"You were okay," said Sebastian absentmindedly, not really caring if the boy felt bad. It was him who had wanted to have sex in the first place. He had heard about Kaleb. He was a major clingy slut. If Sebastian hadn't been so horny, he would have refused. Now he would have to deal with this crap.

Kaleb pulled on his clothes sloppily and then burst out in tears before running out of the room. Sebastian went back to sleep, thinking nothing of it until the next day.

He was hanging in the Senior common room with Nick and Thad, scribbling on a notebook, when Jeff came in and told Sebastian he was wanted in the Head Master's office.

Apparently Kaleb had done the stupidest thing ever. He had told. Only he changed the events a little and claimed that Sebastian had done it against Kaleb's will. A few other anonymous boys also had followed in Kaleb's footsteps and told.

Now, anyone else in this situation would be worried about going to jail and getting in deep, deep trouble. But not Sebastian. You see, Sebastian had money, and lots of it. He also knew how to use black mail, and with a bit of money changing hands and incriminating pictures, Sebastian wasn't arrested for sexual assault. But the problem was that Dalton couldn't just let him get off scot-free. Rumors had already spread around school and other people had been involved. So they had to dish out some sort of punishment. He wouldn't go to jail as long as he transferred schools in the next week. No amount of money could get him out of that. If the Head Master had a gavel, he would have slammed it down. The matter was finished.

Surprisingly, Sebastian wasn't all that mad or anything. Well, he did call up a few of his 'friends' to go and teach Kaleb about being a snitch. But he had grown bored with the boys at Dalton and with the school in general. He needed a new setting.

It was still annoying, however. He had gotten an angry phone call from his father that he had half listened to. His father said he would be going to a public school, because he wasn't going to waste his money paying for private school if Sebastian was just going to get kicked out again. As punishment, his father had taken one of his cars. Sebastian didn't care as long as he had his motorcycle. He was planning to take Kurt on it at some point.

And now it was Monday and he was in Warbler practice which was extended on Mondays. They were standing in formation, getting ready to start singing. They were trying something a bit different today, hoping it would give them an edge in competitions. After counting them off Nick stepped forward to begin. He had taken over for Blaine and sang most of the solos.

Here we go, come with me
There's a world out there that we should see
Take my hand, close your eyes
With you right here, I'm a rocketeer

Sebastian harmonized in the background and swayed a little bit to the music like the other Warblers. The chorus was about to start and that was when they would start dancing with the somewhat ridiculous dance moves they always did.

Let's flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Up, up here we go, go
Up, up here we go, go
Let's flyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Up, up here we go, go
Where we stop nobody knows, knows

They broke apart and did their own dance moves they were assigned, with Nick doing an impression of a rocket. This was mostly a song just for fun, so some of the Warblers were pulling some really weird stunts like back flips and twists.

They were halfway through the song when Sebastian spotted Blaine Anderson, leaning against the door to the common room and glaring at him. Oh great. Karma must really hate him. Through he had to admit, it was hard for Blaine to look intimidating with his hair all curly like that.

The other Warblers noticed and motioned for him to join, but he shook his head, still shooting Sebastian a look that could kill. Nick finished up the song.

Let's fly
Up, up here we go, go
Up, up here we go, go
Let's fly
Up, up here we go, go
Where we stop nobody knows, knows, knows

When they were done they ran towards Blaine like he was the most amazing person in the world. Sebastian stayed back, wondering what he had done to warrant a visit from Blaine.

"Hey, Blaine!" they greeted, and Blaine hugged a few people like he had done last time.

"While we love seeing you, why are you here?" asked Nick.

"Is this your triumphant return to Dalton?" said Trent excitedly.

Blaine laughed. "Are you going to ask that every time I visit?"

"Probably."

"But seriously, Blaine." Said Jeff. "Why are you visiting? You were here two weeks ago."

"I just need to talk to Warbler Sebastian." Blaine pointed at Sebastian, who everyone turned to. "He asked me for a few tips, and I decided now was the best time to give him them. "

Sebastian rolled his eyes. He knew that was total BS, but the Warblers seemed to believe whatever Blaine said because they nodded and Sebastian was practically shoved out into the hall with Blaine. The minute the door closed Blaine slammed him against the wall, his hand wrapped in Sebastian's shirt. Sebastian looked down on Blaine, not feeling the least bit threatening. After all, Blaine was shorter than him. And that hair? He just wanted to laugh. Well, he would, but the look in Blaine's eyes was a bit scary, he had to admit. "Hello, Blaine." He said causally.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Blaine hissed.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows. "Well currently I'm being pinned to the wall and being glared at by Frodo the Hobbit."

Blaine frowned and tightened his hold, ignoring the reference to the fact that he was shorter than Sebastian. "I read the texts you sent Kurt."

"Did you now? I suspected you would."

"I don't like how you talk to my boyfriend." Blaine said firmly.

"That's nice to know. But I like how I talk to your boyfriend. Does that bother you, Blaine?"

"Yes, yes it does." Blaine shoved Sebastian harder against the wall. "That and the fact that you gave him flowers. I give him flowers. He's my boyfriend."

Sebastian laughed. "Did Kurtie like the flowers I gave him? I pinned him for a roses type of guy."

"Listen Sebastian, I don't have time to listen to you. I'm just here to warn you that if you continue to flirt with my boyfriend and continue to text him, I will end you. No, first I'll beat the shit out of you with half the football team, and then I'll end you. Kurt means the world to me, and if you think you can slip in and take him from me, you are sadly mistaken, because I will not stand for it. You do something else to make Kurt uncomfortable, or if you make him cry, just keep in mind that I'm really, really good at revenge, and will make you wish you had never been born. I worked too hard to get Kurt to be my boyfriend, and worked too hard to earn his trust. Nothing, and I mean nothing you do will take him from me, so don't even try." Blaine let go of Sebastian. With one more glare, he left Sebastian in the hallway.

Sebastian smiled. He always did like a bit of competition. And he was the king of love triangles. He always got who he wanted. "Thanks for making up my mind about what school I want to go to, Blaine."

….

The Warblers piled out of their cars in front of McKinley High school. It was Wednesday, and they had come to watch Blaine in the play West Side Story that the school was putting on. Well, most of the Warblers had. Sebastian was here to watch Kurt and scope out this high school to see if it was some place he could go. He had read up on this school on some guy named Jacob's blog and wanted to test his knowledge.

There were many cars in the parking lot, and many people filing in through the doors and heading towards the auditorium. The Warblers came up with the brilliant plan to visit Blaine before the play started. They went back stage and weren't stopped because their uniforms were easily recognizable and the Glee club knew Blaine used to go to Dalton.

They found Blaine in his costume stage left and the Warblers started talking to him animatedly. Before Blaine could see him, Sebastian slipped away to find Kurt. He had another present for the boy.

As Sebastian suspected, Kurt was sitting in front of a mirror and applying makeup to his pale face. He was already in his officer uniform and Sebastian thought that was totally hot. Kurt had closed his eyes to apply a moisturizer around them. Perfect.

Sebastian snuck up behind the boy and took a small bear from his satchel. It was brown and wrapped around its neck was a small Armani scarf. It was easy to get if you have money. He put the bear in front of Kurt's face and waited for the boy to open his eyes.

When he did, he jumped a little, surprised to see a bear in his face. But then a smile broke out over his face. "Aww, thanks Blaine. It's adorable." Kurt reached out and took the bear from Sebastian's hands and inspected it.

Sebastian chuckled and put his face very close to Kurt's. "I'm glad you like it, Princess, but do you really think Blaine would be smart enough to give you a gift like that?"

Kurt looked into the mirror and his eyes went wide when he saw Sebastian behind him. "Sebastian! What are you doing here?"

Sebastian placed his head on Kurt's shoulder. "Blaine was kind enough to invite the Warbler's to see him while he's preforming West Side Story. They all want to see him up on that stage and cheer him on. I just wanted to see you in this hot officer costume." He slipped his arms around Kurt's chest, holding him in the chair. He whispered in Kurt's ear. "Did you like the flowers I sent you?"

Kurt's gaze hardened. "No, they were tacky. Sending me roses doesn't prove that you're romantic. It just shows me that you're a spoiled rich kid who thinks that flowers will get anyone to like you."

"Rich, yes. Spoiled, no. You see, Kurt, my father has hated me ever since he found out I was gay. That's why I was sent to all these private schools. He thought the teachers there would set me straight, and that it would be harder for me to act on my abnormality at a private school. He didn't realize it just made it so much easier."

"Good for you," said Kurt sarcastically, reaching again for his makeup and applying it. "I'm sorry you have daddy problems but that gives you no reason to pursue me relentlessly. I made it perfectly clear that I have no interest in you."

Sebastian shook his head, laughing. "Don't lie, Kurt. You love this. You love feeling this special. You love having two boys fight over you. You love this attention. No matter what you say, I know the truth. And you can't deny the fact that you're at least attracted to me, Princess. I'm hot. I think you're hot and I really, really want you. Blaine has nothing on me. Ditch him and be mine."

With a burst of strength Kurt tore out of Sebastian's grasp, hopping out of his chair and facing him. His face was flushed red and the look he was giving Sebastian could have made him burst into flames. "Sebastian, get this through your thick skull: I don't like you. I have Blaine and I don't need anyone else. Especially not you." He ran a hand through his hair, something he did when he was aggravated. His hair now stuck up and if Kurt could see himself he would freak. "Why can't you just leave me alone Sebastian? I'm happy with Blaine. I just wish you would…" He was cut off by Sebastian's lips on his. The blonde boy slipped his fingers into the soft, soft hair of Kurt Hummel. The lips against his did not react. That was fine, he hadn't expected them to. He had been dying to do this again since Saturday. He had needed to feel these soft lips again.

Kurt was pounding against his chest, trying to shove him off, but Sebastian was stronger.

Blaine walked into the dressing room, hoping to get a good luck kiss from his boyfriend before the play started. He knew Kurt was going to be working on his hair and makeup. He wanted to look perfect up on stage. What he had not been expecting to see was Sebastian, a struggling Kurt in his grip. Sebastian was kissing Kurt.

All rational parts of Blaine's brain shut down and all was left was unbridled anger. He launched forward, grabbed the back of Sebastian's shirt, and threw him to the ground. But this time he didn't turn to Kurt. Instead he threw himself down on top of the taller boy and started punching every inch of Sebastian he could reach. Sebastian finally caught up with what was going on and started fighting back. He landed a good punch to Blaine's mouth and split his lip. Blaine retaliated by slamming his fist into Sebastian's eye. He knew there would be a black eye there and it gave him satisfaction. They continued fighting, Sebastian finally pinning Blaine beneath him and gaining the upper hand.

Only then did they hear Kurt yelling at them to stop. Blaine took Sebastian's moment of confusion to switch their positions. He lifted his fist to break Sebastian's nose, but it was caught in smaller hands. Kurt's hands.

"Blaine, stop it!" Kurt demanded.

But Blaine was angry. He wasn't thinking clearly. He rounded on Kurt and pointed an accusing finger at him. "Why? Why should I? Do you like him, Kurt? Is that why you're trying to stop me from hurting him? I'm your boyfriend, Kurt! This bastard needs to understand that and stay the hell away from you!"

He knew he shouldn't be saying these things to Kurt. He knew they weren't true. But this fear was filling him. The fear that Kurt would leave him. That the one good thing in his life would ran into another boy's arms. This fear was clouding his judgment. He loved Kurt. He couldn't lose him. Kurt was his everything.

He saw tears pricking at Kurt's eyes. He knew it was serious then. Kurt only ever cried when it was called for, and that was barely ever where someone could see him. "How could you even say that, Blaine?" Kurt cried. "I love you, not him! I don't want you to hurt him because we are at school, Blaine, and if you get caught fighting here you'll get expelled. I'm sorry for having your best interest at heart. Maybe if you didn't get so god damn angry all the time over every little thing Sebastian did, then we wouldn't be in this situation. I can take care of myself!" He took the teddy bear that he was holding and threw it at Blaine's face. Then he turned and marched away, his fists curled tightly, anger and sorrow present emotions on his face.

Blaine watched Kurt walk away and he realized he had screwed up. He got off of Sebastian and brushed his clothes off. He just needed to give Kurt sometime to chill off and then they could talk.

"Looks like you got Princess all pissed off. You really need to learn to control that temper, Blaine."

In four swift moments Blaine grabbed a can of hairspray, turned, threw the can at Sebastian's head, and then left. He had a play to do and he had to figure out how to make it look like he didn't have a split lip.

When Sebastian slipped into where the Warblers were sitting, they immediately took in his bruised appearance and asked him what had happened. He waved away their questions and concerns. In a few days he wouldn't have to deal with them. His transfer papers were already underway and come Monday he would no longer be attending Dalton Academy. He did feel a little twang of sadness, but pushed it away. It was a lot easier than leaving his old private school, where he had actually had friends. Speaking of old friends, he was going to need their assistance on Monday. He was going to have to call in a few favors.

Sebastian now had a plan on how to separate Blaine and Kurt. Blaine had a ridiculous temper, and Sebastian was going to use that to his advantage. Blaine's anger was going to be the end of his and Kurt's relationship.

…

Blaine wasn't able to talk to Kurt again until the play was over. He found him on the stage, sitting in the middle, his earphones in his ears. Blaine approached cautiously, yet Kurt still noticed him. He sighed and turned off his iPod and put it in his pocket. Blaine joined him on the floor. There was a tense silence that was broken by Kurt.

"You made a really good Tony."

Blaine smiled a bit. "Well you weren't too bad yourself. You totally stole the show."

"Sorry, I can't help but draw attention." Kurt muttered, playing with his fingers.

Blaine couldn't stand this anymore. He grabbed Kurt's hand tightly. "Kurt, I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did."

Kurt still wasn't looking at him. "Then why did you. How could you think I would like Sebastian?"

"I…I love you, Kurt." Kurt finally looked at him. Those piercing blue eyes locked on his. "The reason I said those things was because….because I'm scared."

"Why would you be scared?"

"Kurt, you mean everything to me. I…I know you can take care of yourself, but I'm just so worried that Sebastian is going to do something that will take you from me." Blaine lifted his hand and cupped Kurt's face. "I can't imagine my life without you. I've never felt this way about anyone and I never, ever want to see you cry. I'm sorry I lost it. He just won't leave you alone. He wants to split us apart, Kurt. He wants to take away what we have."

Kurt leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and deepened the kiss. When the separated, Kurt placed his head on Blaine's shoulder. "I love you too, Blaine. And I would never leave you for Sebastian. You're amazing, Blaine, especially on that stage, and I'm so proud to be with you."

Blaine smiled and placed their foreheads together. They gazed at each other lovingly and tears appeared in Blaine's eyes. He loved Kurt so much it hurt and he just wanted to be with him forever. "I hope so. I want you to be." He muttered, placing another small kiss to Kurt's lips.

Kurt opened his mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by Artie's voice. "Hey guys! That Sebastian guy told me you two would be here. I'm having an after party at Breadstixs. It's gonna be awesome! Everybody's going! Come on! Puck's using his van to carpool. You gotta be there Blaine, you're the lead!" He gestured for them to follow him. Blaine could tell Kurt looked a little put out, but he still pulled away from Blaine and grabbed his hand. They walked together, following Artie, both a little sad that that perfect moment had been totally ruined.