“So guys, what-?”

“Not here, Beat.”

“But we-”

“Not here!” Kurt hissed again, and the van fell silent once more.

Once they were up the steps of the school, Kurt spoke in barely a whisper. “We’re all going to have showers, get changed, and maybe go for a nap. We’ll discuss things after we’re all rested.”

There was a murmur of agreement before they began their entrance into Dalton. They all knew that what they were about to do could end them in prison for life. But they couldn’t let this slide, and they wouldn’t. Even in human form, Warblers always stuck together.

While Beat and David took a shortcut back to the dorms, Blaine and Kurt went through the common room.

“I know you just want to attack, Blaine. But things need to be organized and well planned. One mistake, and we could all end up with a death sentence.” Kurt said, sliding past the piano.

Blaine was about to respond when Kurt turned around abruptly. Someone had gotten a little too close for comfort.

“Don’t fucking touch-” Kurt’s voice wavered when he saw it was Cameron who had grabbed his arm.

“Let me go.” He said firmly, looking into Cameron’s eyes.

Cameron shook his head. “Look, just give me two minutes. I fucked up, Kurt. I can admit that. But please, just give me two minutes.”

Kurt sighed, pulling his arm out of Cameron’s grasp. He looked at Blaine, who was clearly ready to attack. The fact that the last time he had seen Cameron was when Damian was on top of him, it stood to reason he wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

“Two minutes, Cam. You better make it good.”

As Cameron began to strum on his guitar, Kurt’s eyes went wide. He swallowed hard and took a seat on the couch.

“I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life and I thought
‘Hey, you know, this could be something.’”

Cameron locked eyes with Kurt, trying his best to convey what he was feeling through his words.

“Cause everything you do and words you say
You know that it all takes my breath away
And now I’m left with nothing.”

Kurt moved his glace from Cameron to Blaine, who was avoiding eye contact. He had never wanted to see those golden orbs more than in this moment. If anything, he wanted to reassure him.

“So maybe it’s true
That I can’t live without you
Maybe two is better than one
There’s so much time
To figure out the rest of my life
And you’ve already got me coming undone
And I’m thinking two is better than one.”

Cameron had come to sit beside him, slowly sliding closer with each word.

Finally, Kurt had enough. “Stop, just stop.” He waved his hands, shaking his head. “Cameron, you fucking cheated on me. I’m not just going to forgive you because you serenade me in front of all these people.”

“But, Kurt. Come on.”

“Cameron, I said no. Stay away from me.” Kurt spoke fiercely, and Cameron knew he had been told the final word.

Kurt shuffled back over to Blaine, averting his eyes to the floor. “Can we just go, please? Everyone is staring and I kind of wish I could evaporate on the spot.”

Blaine was upset, that much was clear. But he grabbed Kurt by the hand, and they twisted their way through the crowd of boys.

They were halfway up the stairs when Blaine heard a strange whistling noise, followed by a splash. He turned on his heel to see Kurt had been hit with a water balloon.

But it didn’t smell like water.

Blaine’s nose barely registered the smell of gasoline when he saw the match falling from the top floor. He pushed Kurt out of the way, and the match extinguished itself before hitting the bottom step.

“Fuck. Fuck. Blaine I’m fucking blind.” Kurt panicked. “My eyes are stinging, I can’t fucking see!” Kurt was panicking, and rightfully so. Someone had just played a nasty practical joke that could have killed him.

Blaine dragged Kurt up the stairs and into the nearest shower room. Without thinking twice, he threw Kurt inside, turning on the faucet.

“Just, keep your eyes closed.” Blaine said worriedly. He was bad at handling these types of situations, he knew that. At least that’s what he believed himself to be.

As the hot water soaked Kurt’s head, Blaine took the moment to join him in the shower.

“Blaine, what are you doing?” Kurt asked, eyes still closed tight.

Blaine placed his fingers on the hem of Kurt’s shirt, tugging it upwards. “You can’t keep these on. You were doused in gasoline, Kurt.”

Kurt nodded, raising his hands to allow the removal of his shirt. It was quickly slipped over his head, and thrown outside the stall.

“You too.” Kurt said thickly, unable to open his eyes yet. He heard the whoosh of air, and gasped when Blaine’s body was pressed up against his.

“Your skin.” Blaine’s hand wandered down Kurt’s chest. “So soft…” he whispered. He reached around, and grabbed a shampoo bottle from the rack behind them. “Just keep your eyes closed.” He said softly, lathering the soap in his hands.

“Why does shit like this keep happening to us Warblers?” Kurt asked over the static of the shower.

Blaine scrubbed Kurt’s scalp with his fingers. “I don’t think this was an actual attempt to harm you. Someone’s idea of a funny joke. I’m going to assume they thought the match would go out the second they threw it.”

Kurt tilted his head back into the spray to wash the shampoo from his hair. “My fucking eyes are going to start shooting balls of fire. You should stand back.”

“Well… Maybe I can distract you.” Blaine whispered, his hands drifting to Kurt’s pants. You’re wearing far too many clothes considering you’re in a shower.”

Kurt opened his eyes slowly, the cold air relieving some of the pain. Blue eyes met brown ones and then their lips smashed together.

It was almost a race to unbutton jeans and get them down and off as soon as possible.

Blaine pushed Kurt against the wall, attacking his neck. “Fuck, Kurt. You’re breathtaking.”

Kurt leaned backwards, using his height as leverage to lift himself up and wrap his legs around Blaine’s waist.

The two locked lips, tongues in a battle for dominance. Kurt scratched at Blaine’s back, trying to bring him closer. “Blaine, more.” He whimpered, bringing his hips bucking against Blaine’s in a desperate search for more friction.

Blaine moaned into Kurt’s neck, his hands grabbing fiercely at his thighs.

They were both in sensory overload, the water splashing against them as they rutted against each other.

“Goddammit, Kurt.” Blaine panted, “Can we… please?” His brain failed to give him the ability to speak in full sentences, but Kurt understood what he was asking for.

Kurt brought a hand between them, wrapping his long fingers around both of their cocks and began a rhythm of up and down. “Not ready for that,” Kurt managed to say, “Just, ugh, harder, Blaine.”

Blaine was struggling to keep his balance, but the force of his thrusts were practically slamming Kurt against the wall.

“Blaine, I’m close.” Kurt increased the speed of his wrist, his other hand curling around Blaine’s neck, pulling tightly at his hair. “Come with me.”

Blaine’s knees almost buckled, and he shifted his hands to Kurt’s waist. Between the heat of the shower and the friction of Kurt’s hand, Blaine came with a shout.

Kurt followed him over the edge, Blaine’s name falling repeatedly from his lips as flashes of white passed in front of his eyes.

Blaine slid his hand around Kurt’s back, dragging them both gently to the floor.

They stayed silent for a moment, the only sounds heard were heavy breathing and the the noise of water splashing against bare skin.

“You’re all clean.” Blaine said finally, pressing a gentle kiss to Kurt’s forehead.

Kurt nodded silently. His eyes were still burning from the gasoline. “Has anything ever happened like this before? Like, water balloons full of explosive liquid?”

“No. Well, not that I’ve heard. Someone around here has a sick and twisted sense of humour.” Blaine replied with a sigh.

Kurt looked confused. “How do you know it was a joke and not someone trying to legit attack me?”

“I heard someone laughing as I dragged you away. If they actually wanted to hurt you, they would have been disappointed.” Blaine said as he pulled Kurt closer.

Kurt suddenly realized they were both still very much naked, and he jumped off Blaine’s lap. “We should get back to the dorms. We have a lot of things to get organized.” He wrapped a towel around his waist as he spoke.

“You know, you don’t have to be a part of this if you don’t want to.” Blaine said, standing up slowly.

Kurt looked at Blaine, anger evident on his face. “Just because I haven’t been a Warbler as long as you have, doesn’t mean Jeff is any less my friend.”

“Kurt, I didn’t mean it like that.” Blaine said quickly, grabbing a towel for himself. Kurt had already started walking towards their dorm.

Blaine finally caught up as Kurt walked into the room. “I said, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s dangerous, Kurt.”

“And you don’t fucking think I can handle it?” Kurt snapped angrily, “Did you forget the reason I’m here in the first place?” He took a deep breath. “I had to be meticulous, Blaine. Everything was planned and done right so we wouldn’t get caught.”

Blaine took a few steps forward hesitantly. “You’re right, Kurt. I’m sorry.”

Kurt eyed Blaine wearily. “It’s okay,” He paused. “I’m sorry for snapping. I’m just tired of everyone assuming I can’t handle tougher situations.”

“Remember when I handed you my bad-ass title?” Blaine smiled. Kurt nodded in response. “King Bad-Ass is a more appropriate title.”

David and Beat began to stir, and Kurt looked over at them. “Time to get this plan in motion!”