The way Blaine saw it, a kiss on the cheek was the physical equivalent of saying 'I want to fuck you', so that was a good thing which had happened to him recently. But that was two weeks ago, and Kurt hasn't done anything since. Blaine didn't want to scare him, you know? They say there was plenty of fish in the sea, but Blaine's time was limited, and this might be the only chance that he'd ever get to have sex with someone, so he wasn't going to pull in the line too quickly.

However, they had been on more missions. Last week it was Halloween, and instead of going out trick or treating, they decided to wreak havoc from the roof of Blaine's house. Since it was dark, and there was a huge oak tree which provided them cover from prying eyes, it was a perfect location for a prank. Blaine took his BB gun up on the roof with Kurt and they would fire at people who were walking past. Kids would look around all confused, wondering what had hit them as parents shouted and cursed at the air, all while Kurt and Blaine were hidden from view, convulsing with silent laughter.

Another time they went to Azimio's house and super glued the hinges on his front door, as well as the seals around his windows. They bought some yellow spray paint from the local Walmart and wrote offensive words on his front lawn, so he would have a lovely view when he looked out his window in the morning. Blaine scattered thumbtacks on their porch and drive way, so just in case they managed to get out of their newly super glued house, they'd be walking around with pins in their shoes all day, wondering what was making their feet click each time they took a step.

Convincing Kurt to go on missions with him was loads easier Blaine anticipated. He thought he was going to have a hell of a job when he first met the seemingly whole-hearted Kurt Hummel, but persuading him to help him with the first one was like setting off a trail of dominos. He was now contributing new pranks they could pull, and who would be their next victim. As it turns out that Kurt didn't need Blaine to share his destructive ideas, he already had them; Blaine was the trigger for letting them all out. He hoped he wasn't pushing his luck when he asked Kurt to make pipe bombs with him at the weekend.

They were currently stood at a work bench in Blaine's garage: Blaine was unloading several different plastic bags full of equipment like metal pipes, while Kurt was adjusting the tripod which had the same video camera they'd used on all their previous missions on. Blaine had explained to Kurt that he wanted to build up an archive of footage – that he didn't want to forget all the good times he'd has at a teenager. The truth was slightly different: he didn't want the world to forget, he wanted it to be at the forefront of their minds every day. Blaine also suggested putting this on his blog, so other people could cause mischief like they were; Kurt thought that was a good idea. He flicked the button to start recording.

"Okay, Kurt, welcome to your first pipe bomb-building tutorial. Are you excited?" Blaine winked at him. The camera shot showed the full length of the work bench, with Kurt and Blaine standing either side, showing their side profiles. Kurt nodded in response and smiled back with confidence.

Blaine turned to address the camera like he was presenting a television show. "Pipe bombs are one of the best homemade explosives because they're small but effective. Also, anyone can buy the components to make them. You will need pipes, caps, waterproof fuse wire and some kind of explosive powder to put in the middle. When you're buying all the stuff you need, just use your common sense make sure to go to several different stores; you don't want to cause any suspicion that you're actually making them, 'cause you don't wanna get arrested or anything.

"We're using pipes made from galvanised steel; don't use plastic pipes because they'll melt, and don't buy anything more expensive than galvanised steel because, well, you're just going to blow them up." Kurt just nodded along to what Blaine was saying.

"Make sure your caps fit on the ends of your pipes because they're going to keep everything you put inside, actually inside. What you want to do is drill holes in half the caps that you have. I've already done this, but I kept one so I could show you how, because I'm nice like that." He flashed a smile at the camera.

"Oh yeah, Blaine, showing people how to make explosives really exudes 'nice, trustworthy person'." Kurt remarked.

"Hey, who said anything about trustworthy?" He joked and Kurt snorted. "Get the camera and move it over here, will you?"

While Kurt was manoeuvring the tripod, Blaine unwound the clamp attached to the desk in front of him and fixed the cap there, pushing on it until he was sure it was secure. "I'm going to use a hand-drill, but it doesn't really matter if it's electric. Ensure that the actual drill you use is roughly the same width as your fuse, because if that falls out, so will all your gunpowder." He drilled the hole as he said his, before putting the various equipment aside, and asking Kurt to move the camera back.

"Kurt, you can do this bit: you need to cut the fuse. Depending on how longer delay you want before these blow, you need to cut the fuse different lengths: ours need to be about 15cm for this batch. When you've done that, you need to thread them through the caps you drilled holes in earlier." Reaching across the bench to pick up one of the fuses Kurt had already cut, and the cap he'd drilled moments ago, he showed the camera how to thread the fuse through the hole – you'd think people would know how to do that, but he didn't want to take any chances.

"Take the caps you didn't drill holes in and put them on one end of your pipe. Now it's time to add your powder. There are two types you can use: smokeless powder and black powder. I suggest using the latter. Black powder burns faster and creates a bigger boom – it's also cheaper. So, use that one. This shit also leaves black marks everywhere, so put some gloves on or something; you don't need people asking 'oh, why have you got gunpowder on your clothes, little Blainers?', 'It's nothing, mommy, I was just making pipe bombs with Kurt!' No, okay? Just no." Kurt laughed at the high pitched voice Blaine put on to imitate his mother and a younger version of himself. Blaine liked it when Kurt laughed, there was some kind of stimulation to be gained from it – like a confirmation he was doing things right.

"You don't have to limit yourself to just gunpowder in these things, you can fill your pipes with shrapnel: this is important if you want to do some real damage. We're going to put some small nails in ours, but you can use screws, BB's, small calibre bullets, buckshot…" He counted the different items on this left hand. "Hell, staples would even be useful. Whatever – just something sharp and-slash-or heavy."

Blaine used a funnel to pour the pre-mixed tub of gunpowder and shrapnel into the pipes and then fastened the cap with the fuse though it to the open end. He showed the camera how, and Kurt watched intently. After several minutes they'd both made half a dozen each.

"And you're done!" Blaine clapped his hands down on the table. "I hope you found this tutorial of some use, um, I hope your bombs work, and remember where ever and whenever you use these, have fun! Say good bye, Kurt."

"Bye!" He waved at the camera lens.

"Laterz." Blaine reached over and switched the camera off.

"So, Blaine, when are we going to have fun testing these?" He would have interpreted this question as flirty if it wasn't for the sincere look Kurt was giving him as he leaned across the table. Blaine bent forwards, resting on his hands so he was face to face with Kurt over the desk.

"Tonight. But first, we need to clean up this shit before my dad comes home." He patted Kurt's cheek and smiled audaciously before jumping away to fetch various bags both for trash and their new pipe bombs. Kurt groaned and reluctantly followed Blaine.

Blaine's mother was away visiting her sister back in Arkansas. There were three advantages to that:

1) Blaine hated his aunt. She held the stereotypical views of the southern American: a classic example of a redneck. She was strongly religious, conservative and a racist. God forbid she would ever find out that Blaine was gay – he wouldn't put it past her to burn him at the stake, or send him away to 'cleanse him of the bad demons possessing his soul!' His mother going down to see her saved his aunt coming up here.

2) He hated his mother just as equally; being the youngest in her family, she was just like a little clone of her sister. As a child he was forced to go to church and let Christianity manipulate his mind and influence his thoughts. He snapped out of it soon enough. He begin to rebel – locking himself in the bathroom and refusing to come out until his parents said he didn't have to go. His brother however, he was always the Anderson family poster boy – he had the best grades in school, the striker in the soccer team and always doing what mommy and daddy told him to. All that said, he didn't hate his brother, he was just pissed at him for setting the bar so high, and even though Blaine hated to admit it, he was pretty short, that bar was way out of his reach.

3) With his mother gone, and his father out for a drink with friends, it would be a piece of cake getting out the house tonight for mission four. But this wasn't just a 'testing their fresh batch of pipe bombs' kind of mission, Blaine was going to take Kurt to the perfect venue for an explosion show.

They dressed in their appropriate mission attire, (while Kurt insisted on dressing like he worked undercover for the FBI, Blaine opted for a camouflage t-shirt and black combat pants,) packed their respective backpacks, and waited till the time was right to get going.

"Are you sure your dad won't be back before we are?" Kurt asked as he put on his seatbelt.

"Kurt, relax. If he does get back before us he'll be passed out on the couch for sure. Don't sweat it. If I were you, I'd be more concerned about the fact that we're going to test some homemade explosives." Blaine suggested as he turned the key in the ignition and his car rumbled noisily in the darkness of his street.

Kurt plugged his iPod into the jack attached to the stereo in Blaine's car. Blaine didn't really know what to expect when his passenger hit play, but it wasn't this.

"No offense, but I'd have taken you as a musicals kind of guy." Blaine suggested as the sound of electric guitars and drums filled the car.

"Well, it is a musical; it's just more of a… rock opera, I guess. Besides, what's wrong with Green Day?" Kurt questioned.

"Hey, I never said there was anything wrong with Green Day! I like them! Although, saying that, I'm not too keen on their last album, what was it called, again?"

"21st Century Breakdown?"

"That's the one. It's just too… pop-rock for me."

"And American Idiot isn't?" Kurt laughed.

"Whatever, I can appreciate that they're good musicians."

Kurt was silent for a while as Blaine drove down the empty road, cruising through the green lights and drumming the steering wheel with his fingers, along to the music. As he was listening to the lyrics, Blaine thought how fitting the words were to his situation: He was the Jesus of Suburbia – the 'illegitimate son of God' as his favourite KMFDM song suggested. Blaine would be leaving, just not in the same sense as St. Jimmy. Their fates would be the same only Blaine's wouldn't be metaphorical.

"Where are we going, anyway?" asked Kurt.

"You'll see," he said as he flicked the indicator and turned left off the high street.

Kurt looked around before turning back to his driver. "Blaine, are we going to school?"

Blaine chuckled darkly in response as he indicated again and pulled into the school parking lot. He stopped the car just as the song came to a close. He sat staring to the darkness. At this moment he felt an adrenaline rush, a mix between excitement and intense anger – a hatred for the every ground he was currently on. Some people called it school, he called it prison. What this prison needs is a good riot: even better than the one in Natural Born Killers, where Mickey and Mallory fight their way through carnage with a television crew. No, what he wanted was a revolution; he was going to kick natural selection up a few notches.

Blaine looked at Kurt who was currently staring at him, a wicked grin on his face before he grabbed his backpack from the back seat and jumping out the car. Blaine rolled his eyes and followed him out.

Kurt seemed to be getting more out of this than Blaine was he practically ran over to the football field, bags slung over his shoulder. Blaine had checked earlier in the week that there weren't any security cameras around the sports field to catch them in the act, because that was the last thing Blaine needed. Getting caught by the school, his parents or the police would wreck all of his plans, so he made sure that he was super careful.

They made it mid-way up the bleachers; this would ensure that they could lob the bombs into the centre of the field without breaking them, but were far enough away not to be hit by any of the shrapnel they'd put inside the pipes. Well, hopefully.

Blaine pulled one out of his backpack and produced a box of matches from his pocket. He struck a match and held it against the fuse until it started to spark. He threw it and they waited. It only took a few seconds before the bomb had exploded with a fairly loud bang, and dissolved into a small fire, shortly extinguished as Blaine ran over and stamped it out. Kurt hollered vociferously from the bleachers before Blaine signalled for him to keep it down. He heard the other boy laugh as he ran down the stairs to come and survey their damage.

"Ha!" Kurt cackled as he came close to where Blaine was standing, he hugged Blaine with such force it knocked him back a few steps, however he hugged the other boy back gladly; it was just one step closer to actually getting in his pants. "That was… fucking awesome! Let's do this in school time when those jock assholes are actually on the field! Give them what they deserve for picking on us for so long!" He shouted triumphantly.

Blaine pulled back from the hug and looked Kurt straight in the eye.

"What? I, er, I'm joking." He laughed nervously, turning away from Blaine and hanging his head in shame.

He put his hand on Kurt's shoulder and turned him back around. When Kurt shifted his gaze from the floor to Blaine, there wasn't anything he could say. There wasn't anything to be said. It was just there – the idea that had been swimming around in Kurt's head for years, locked away, the key long lost, until Blaine came along with the tools to retrieve it. It was the uprising Blaine had been planning for more than a year, not searching for an accomplice, but not knowing it was the piece of his plan he was missing.

As they stood there in the darkness, surrounded by the remains of their homemade weapons, a million unsaid things ringing in their ears, Blaine thought it was a one in a million chance that two kids like them would come together, but somehow, it happened. And now they must walk the road which had been chosen for them. It was almost like their destiny to provoke the change they both so desperately wanted, in this drastic fashion, and it was perfect.

"Okay?" Blaine asked.

"Okay." Kurt replied.