He was back in his car and re-living the night before; he could feel his body coursing with rage as he checked his watch - half past seven. Ten hours ago he had left Scandals and now he had to face Blaine again. Oh god, what if Blaine wanted to talk to him about it? He obviously wasn’t subtle, given the show he put on last night, what if he drew attention to Kurt? What if someone overheard? What if his secret got out?

No, he was not letting fear control his actions - that had been part of the reason for going last night - and he was certainly not scared of Blaine Anderson! Besides, Blaine wasn’t out, either, so he wouldn’t out Kurt. Although not entirely reassured, he stepped out of the car and made his way up the school steps, dreading the day to come.

***

He had lasted six hours. Six hours of absolute torture - Kurt was hyper-aware of his surroundings and kept looking over his shoulder, checking for short, curly hair.

It was lunchtime and Kurt was making his way to his locker - he had realised just how hungry paranoia can make one. He checked over his shoulder once more and didn’t see anything so began fiddling with his locker. Since school had only just started, he was still struggling with a new locker.

He hadn’t seen Blaine all day so hoped that he hadn’t come in today.

“Last time I saw that bum, it couldn’t get out of Scandals fast enough.”

Oh god.

He could feel Blaine’s body on his left. Turning to look at him, Kurt’s breath hitched in his throat, he had either forgotten how good Blaine looked or he had just made an extra effort today because he looked gorgeous.

“Blaine.” Yes, remember the silent treatment - Kurt was still angry.

“Kurt.” Blaine should not be allowed to say his name, it sounded too good coming from him. Kurt suddenly stopped himself; when did he start having thoughts like this about Blaine? He was angry at him, he had to remind himself.

The two stood there, surveying each other in an awkward silence. It felt like a battle of wills - who could hold out from talking to the other.

“What are you doing here?” Kurt lost.

“Just came to see how you are after last night - you ran out of there very fast.”

“Well those of us with common sense and decency would know why.”

“It’s ok, apology accepted.” Oh, Kurt was angry now.

“That was in no way an apology.”

“Didn’t think so.” Blaine smiled at him, a cheeky grin taking over his face as he leaned against the lockers beside Kurt, his face turned to his, clearly happy with himself for getting Kurt angry again.

“So is that it? You’ve got me pissed off, you can go now.”

“Well I was also wondering if you still wanted me to keep my mouth shut...” Kurt was suddenly reminded that they were in school where anyone could be listening to their conversation. Checking up and down the hallway, there were only a few people clustered in a group on the other end - they were safe.

He turned back to look at Blaine who was watching him closely and was seemingly unperturbed by being caught staring, too.

“Yes, of course I do!”

“It’s not a good thing to be in the closet, Kurt.”

“Oh yes, coming from Mr. Out-and-proud Anderson, out flying the gay flag for all of us!”

Blaine raised his triangular eyebrows, his face looking as judgemental as he could.

“Well it’s not my fault no one’s asked, is it?”

“Yeah, hide behind that excuse.”

“Excuse? We’ll see.” Blaine turned on his heel, his black leather boots squeaking as he pivoted and walked away without looking back.

Kurt watched him go, thoroughly confused. He took a moment to appreciate that he and Blaine had had two conversations and both had ended with one of them storming off before taking his lunch out of his locker and walking down to the food-hall.

***

Despite his best efforts, Kurt could not get Blaine’s sudden departure out of his head as he ate lunch with the rest of New Directions. “We’ll see?” what could that mean?

The answer came to him as the bell rang to signify the end of lunch.

As he opened his locker, a note lay on top of his books saying ‘So, Hummel, is this ‘out and proud’ enough?”. Kurt was even more confused as he looked up and down the hallway.

Then he saw him.

Blaine was standing ten feet away, his eyes narrowed, challenge etched into his face. He looked down at his outfit and Kurt followed before letting out a snort. Blaine was wearing a white t-shirt with ‘I heart Lady GayGay’ written on it in a crude parody of the ‘I heart NY’ t-shirt and hot pink skinny jeans that left nothing to Kurt’s imagination.

As Kurt stood there, gawking at him, Blaine strode confidently over to him.

“So, would you say this gets the message across?” he asked defiantly. Kurt could see the edges of his mouth twitching - he wanted to smile but didn’t want to lose the upper hand.

Then he snapped back to his senses.

“Oh my god, Blaine! Are you asking to get killed?” Kurt suddenly shrieked, his hands diving into his locker to get an extra jacket he knows he has stashed behind all his books.

“Fine, don’t appreciate how the pink of the heart and my jeans match,” Blaine replied, finally letting that smile go.

“It’s not that it’s just that you’re only asking for trouble in an outfit like that!”

“You said I should be out... So I’m out.”

“I did not! I just pointed out that you couldn’t tell me to come out of the closet!”

“Whatever. What’s done is done. Now I guess it’s your turn.”

“It most certainly is not! You think because you came out, you can just order me to, too? No, I will not be told what to do by you!”

“Ok, I get it, you’re Kurt Hummel, strong, independent woman who don’t take no shit, I get it.”

Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. He was angry at Blaine, moreso than before, but that smile could not be fought with.

“Now, on the back of that note is my number, call me if you need to talk. Who knows? I could be your fairy gaymother and could show you the ropes...” Blaine added, looking directly into Kurt’s eyes.

“Oh... god... No, no thank you!” Kurt stuttered, taken aback. This was his first time being propositioned for sex and he wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Not like that - honestly, take that quiff out of the gutter - I just meant I could be your big, gay mentor.” Kurt resisted the urge to point out that Blaine was in no way ‘big’... that he knew of.

“Ok, well... thank you...” He had no idea how to respond.

“What are you doing after school? Gay lesson number one: Kylie Minogue.”

The word ‘gay’ reminded Kurt they were in the school hallway again, he checked and realised that everyone else was in class, the bell had rung a while ago and Kurt was being distracted by Blaine!

“Oh, sorry, I can’t do today - as interesting a prospect as that is - I have glee club.”

“Glee club? You’re not doing a very good job of staying in the closet are you?”

“Shut up! I like it and there are lots of straight guys there!”

“Really?” Blaine lifted an eyebrow suggestively. “For now, anyway.”

Kurt chose to ignore that last comment. Then he chose to ignore the suggestive wink Blaine shot at him.

“Yes, really. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to class - we’re”-he checked his watch-”seven minutes late!”

“Hold on, where is this glee club? I might check it out.” Kurt was taken aback. Why did Blaine want to spend so much time with him?

Deciding he could ask him later, he spat out, “the choir room, after school.”

Rushing to class, Kurt quickly looked over his shoulder to see Blaine close his locker door for him and slowly walk away, his bulky, leather boots thudding against the ground.