As Kurt walked through the busy crowded hallway with Rachel by his side, he felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The last couple of weeks of summer vacation Kurt had been dreading going back to school. He had even woken up, on more than one occasion, in a cold sweat from a nightmare about it. He tried to keep positive about it but the truth was that Karofsky terrified him. The other jocks seemed mostly indifferent to him, but Karofsky was different, and the way he looked at Kurt unnerved him. While most of the football team appeared only mildly annoyed by his presence, Karofsky glared at him with unbridled rage and hatred. The fury and anger wasn't what really scared Kurt. The thing that really chilled him to the bone was the look he saw behind the anger. Karofsky looked at him like he was something to eat. And that petrified Kurt more than anything. He'd never told anyone how scared he was, he never said how bad things were getting. He was worried how his dad's heart would take the news. He didn't want him to have another heart attack. As for the others, well, Kurt knew they wouldn't and couldn't understand. They didn't know what it was like for him, but Blaine did. Blaine understood what he was going through. He had never intended to spill so many of his closest kept secrets to a boy he'd only known for less than a day, but there was something about Blaine that made him feel secure and safe. He could tell that Blaine was getting angry, yet there was this protective to his actions a words that made Kurt feel comfortable enough to speak. Ever since his talk with Blaine, he had been feeling better. A little lighter and happier. He hadn't seen Karofsky since that morning, and he was walking down the hall with his best friend, on his way to have lunch with a cute guy (platonicly of course). Things were going well for him.
They turned the corner and Kurt's heart jumped as he caught sight sight of Blaine leaning against his locker waiting for him. He tried not to laugh at Blaine's expression while Rachel was talking to--well really more like talking at--him. He looked vaguely scared. Kurt was so used to Rachel's special brand of crazy at this point, that he kind of forgot what it was like meeting her for the first time. Kurt chuckled slightly to himself, Blaine was cute when he was flustered. Kurt opened his locker as Rachel ran off to find Finn. As he was shutting his locker door he heard a gruff voice shouting "Welcome to McKinley, fag!". He whipped his head around just in time to see a letterman jacket-clad jock toss a cup of blue slushy into Blaine's face. Kurt had, thankfully, managed to avoid the splash zone. Blaine turned around to face him slowly, his jaw hanging open in shock, blue ice dripping down his face onto the floor.
"You were right."
"Excuse me?"
"It is exactly like getting bitch-slapped by an iceberg."
Kurt smiled softly as he gently placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders and led him away from the lockers to the nearest bathroom. He glanced under all the stalls, to ensure no one was there, before moving the heavy trash can in front of the door to stop anyone else from entering. He guided Blaine to the sink and to help him wash out his eyes and hair.
"Ouch. That stings."
"Yeah the blue dye is one of the worst. I should know; I've been hit with every colour under the rainbow at this point."
He left Blaine to rinse out his curls and unzipped his bag to pull out a towel and the emergency change of shirt he carried with him at all times. When he turned back around he saw Blaine straightening up, the water dripping from his soaking wet hair. For the first time Kurt really paid attention to what Blaine was wearing that day. While his jeans had had a lucky escape from the blue ice, the same could not be said for his fitted white shirt, which had not been so fortunate. The slushy had soaked it all the way through to his skin. It was now almost see-through , the wet fabric clung to Blaine's chest and showed off the definition in his flat stomach. Kurt fought hard not to drool at the sight. He held up the towel and shirt.
"Here, um, you can, you know, wear this for now. I'm pretty sure it'll, um, fit." Blaine smiled at him gratefully.
"Thanks." 
He looked down at the shirt he was wearing.
"Well this shirt is totally ruined. Pity, I really liked this one."
Kurt could feel the blood rising up in his cheeks as he watched Blaine start to unbutton his shirt. He wondered if he should turn around but honestly he couldn't stop himself from staring. The shirt slid off Blaine's shoulders and then he balled it up and ran it under the tap. He then used the sopping wet shirt to wipe his chest clean of any sticky corn-syrup residue. He had a light spattering of dark hair on his chest and a trail of short hairs leading from his belly button downwards, disappearing below the waistline of his jeans that were hanging quite low on his hips. His hip bones jutted out slightly forming a v-shape. Kurt's eyes followed these lines and his mind began to wander. He could feel himself getting hard and forced himself to think back to the time he made out with Brittany to cool down.
When Blaine was finished cleaning himself he threw the stained shirt towards the bin and took the towel from Kurt's still outstretched hand. He rubbed himself dry and took the shirt Kurt had offered him also. It was one of his more simple pieces, it was purple with three quarter length sleeves, it fit Blaine surprisingly well.
"Thanks for the loan." he smiled.
"No problem"
"So... That was a slushy facial."
"Yeah. I'm really sorry about that."
"Don't worry it's not like it's your fault. Plus you helped me clean up and let me wear your spare shirt, so no need to apologize. Okay?"
"Yeah, sorry."
"Kurt."
"Sorry!"
They both burst out laughing. 
Blaine's phone beeped in his back pocket. He looked at the message he'd received, smiled and typed out a quick reply. 
"Was that your boyfriend?"
"Yeah that was Dean. He was just wondering how my second day was going."
"What did you tell him?"

"That it was going surprisingly well."
"You mean in spite of getting a face full of coloured ice?"
"Exactly."
"So how long have you and Dean been together?"
"About a year now. He's great, the best boyfriend a guy could ask for. What about you? Got a special guy in your life?"
Kurt looked down at his hands.
"Considering the fact the the out and proud population of this school went up one hundred percent yesterday. No. I have no one special in my life."
Blaine looked pensive for a moment before a brilliant smile spread across his face.
"You've got to let me set you up with someone!"
Kurt had not been expecting that.
"I know the perfect guy for you. His name is James he went to Dalton with me, he's smart, cute and funny. He has a mild obsession with Lady GaGa but I think you guys would be really good together. Come on Kurt this will be amazing, if you two hit it off then we can go on double dates!"
Kurt doubted double dates would be a good idea but he nodded anyway, Blaine looked so hopeful that Kurt didn't have the heart to say no. Blaine clapped his hands together.
"You're gonna love him, I promise. I'll text him now."
Kurt knew that it was unfair to use this James guy to get over Blaine but who knew, maybe he'd really like James. Maybe they were meant to be. There was no harm on going on one little date, it couldn't hurt. Could it?
"He said he'd love to meet you. I gave him your number and he'll text you tonight. You guys are gonna have such a great time when you go out." he beamed.
Kurt smiled back, Blaine was so cute when he was happy.