Slotting her key into the door, Rachel turned around and waved goodbye to Finn, pushing the door open and slipping inside.

“Blaine!” Rachel called out to the house. “I'm home now so you can stop worrying,”

Someone appeared at the top of the stairs, but it wasn't Blaine.

“Hey Rachel, I'll talk to you tomorrow about your date ok, I've just gotta go,” Kurt said hurriedly, almost sprinting down the stairs.

“What's the rush Kurt?” Rachel asked, watching as he shoved on his boots.

“I didn't realise the time, we lost track because we were focusing on verbs...” Kurt found that lying was easy when he had a secret to keep, far too easy. “Got to get home to my dad, you know how he is.”

“But, Kurt?” Rachel asked, but he had already half-hugged her and was running out of the door shouting a goodbye back.

Rachel frowned at the closed door. Climbing up the stairs slowly, she shrugged off Kurt's behaviour and made her way to her room.

After removing her shoes and setting down her bag, Rachel wandered over to her brother's room. The door was shut tight, which was definitely odd for Blaine, but nonetheless, Rachel knocked and waited patiently.

“Go away Rachel, I'm in bed,” Blaine said from behind the door.

He sure did sound tired.

“I was just wondering how the tutoring went.” Rachel stated.

“It was good, but it's ten at night now Rach, I really want to go to sleep, I've got to be up early.”

“Don't you want to wait up for our dad's? They're only home in about an hour.” Rachel asked, hopeful that he would come out and talk to her.

“No, I'm too tired.”

Rachel nodded, and then realised that Blaine wouldn't see that. “Sure, I'll see you in the morning.”

Retreating back to her bedroom, Rachel sighed and changed into her pajamas, thinking that she might as well get into bed herself.

Kurt's weekend flew over, with him doing a shift in the garage on Sunday morning to help out his dad, and his homework being finished by lunch time on Saturday. By Monday morning, he still hadn't forgotten the 'incident' between him and Blaine. He had started to think of it as an incident when he realised that he had kissed his best friend's brother, and she would probably never forgive him if she found out.

Kurt had at first contemplated asking Blaine not to tell Rachel, but then he realised that if he was going to, he would have done so already, and Rachel would have burnt a line from her house straight to Kurt's bedroom and he wouldn't have his hearing after the screaming.

No, he decided to leave everything unsaid, it was safer that way.

Monday was a blur, before Kurt knew it, he was sat in the canteen, looking at his food tray. He had pushed aside the plastic looking meat and focused on the salad. But even that didn't look particularly appetising.

Looking up, Kurt saw that Blaine was doing exactly the same as him, focusing on his food rather than joining in on the conversation. Kurt knew he shouldn't really be torturing himself by looking at Blaine, but he was attractive, and in comparison to the rest of the boys in the school, Kurt was basically looking at a God.

Kurt rolled his eyes and focused on his food again, he was being reduced to people he looked down upon, and was losing his own mind.

Did that kiss mean anything? Kurt had instigated it, but Blaine returned the feeling back. Rachel hadn't mentioned anything about Blaine acting odd.

Kurt couldn't help but remember the feel of Blaine's lips against his own.

As soon as Kurt's lips simply brushed against Blaine's, Kurt felt his whole body lean into the kiss. Everything felt just a little bit nicer, a bit more happier and so much more right than anything else that had happened that day.

Blaine's hands were on the back of Kurt's neck, tugging him closer so Kurt stretched his legs out, practically sitting on top of Blaine's crossed ones.

Feeling courageous, Kurt swept his tongue against Blaine's bottom lip and softly nibbled on it. Blaine's reciprocal moan allowed Kurt to enter his mouth and their tongues became tangled.

Kurt's hands slipped down to Blaine's chest and he pushed the other boy down, and raised himself up so he was lying on top of him, watching as Blaine's mouth fell open for more air.

Blaine's hands groped at Kurt's back, pulling him back down to his lips and tugging him closer to his body.
But suddenly, Kurt was looking at Blaine's bedsheets, as Blaine had ducked under to pay attention to Kurt's neck.

So happy that they were alone in the house, Kurt let out a tiny whimper at the feel of Blaine biting his neck, his tongue soothing his pain and then sucking on the tender spot that lay in the crook between Kurt's shoulder and neck.

And then Blaine's lips were on Kurt's again, demanding all of his attention by bringing his hands to Kurt's hips and massaging them ever so slightly.

A car screeched to a halt outside and as soon as they had began, Kurt jumped off of the bed and away from Blaine, looking horrified.

“We shouldn't have, oh God,” Kurt said, biting his lip.
Blaine's mouth fell open. “What-”

“My best friend is your sister, Blaine,” Kurt said bluntly, gathering his things. “We can't go around making out behind her back!”

Suddenly they heard the front door creak open, and Kurt dashed out of the room as soon as Rachel had called out.

The bell ringing signalling their next lesson brought Kurt out of his memories, and apparently did so for Blaine too.
Kurt jumped up from his seat, grabbed his bag and left the table.

“Kurt? We have lesson together,” someone said quietly.

Turning around, Blaine had puppy dog eyes and was looking straight into Kurt's.

“I... uh, I'm going to the nurses' office, I feel really sick,” Kurt lied smoothly, but it felt different from when he lied to Rachel.

Probably because Blaine could see straight through him.

“Oh...ok, I might see you later then?” Blaine asked, looking hopeful.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kurt murmured, before turning his back to Blaine and walking away.

It wouldn't have been as hard if Blaine didn't look like his whole world had just crashed down with Kurt's callous reply.

Kurt was furious at himself. He decided to take the long route to Phys. Ed. as he knew that the nurse would never let him stay in her office for an entire lesson. He dawdled, trying to get his head around the idea that he could not kiss Blaine again, no matter what.

Suddenly a large hand pushed him against the lockers. Looking left and right, Kurt saw that no one else was in the hallway.

Breathing in slowly, he looked up at Karofsky in pure fear.

Karofsky held him against the locker, Kurt's feet a couple of inches off the ground, with his bare hand.

“Fucking princess,” Karofsky snarled, a small bit of spit landing on Kurt's cheekbone. “Don't you know I can see this?”

He was pointing with his other hand towards the bottom of Kurt's neck.

Kurt gasped, realising that he had not noticed the tender spot that Blaine had paid attention to the other night.

“You know what,” Karofsky growled. “I think you've forgotten that I'm the only person who will give you the time of day.”

Tears welled up in Kurt's eyes as he realised what was about to happen. “Not again, please.”

Karofsky grinned. “Fucking slut, it's all you deserve.” And with that, Karofsky gripped Kurt's crotch and twisted it harshly, making Kurt cry out in pain.

And all Kurt could think was, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine.
Karofsky dropped Kurt to the floor and walked away laughing. “No one will ever want you, so you might as well get used to this now,” he shouted, before turning around a corner.

Kurt had never felt more humiliated or ashamed of himself in his life.

Blaine had always been quite good at sport, but upon learning that they were playing tennis that day in Phys. Ed., he groaned internally.

Tennis was the worst sport in the world, well at least to Blaine it was.

And it was when he was getting ready in the changing rooms, and it was even more when he was being beaten by Azimio of all people.

Just as he had been about to serve, Azimio started trash talking him, throwing off Blaine and affectively getting Azimio another point.

Muttering profanities under his breath, Blaine looked around the sports hall. The first thing he noticed was that Kurt had turned up to lesson, and was playing against a wiry boy who looked as though a slight breeze would knock him over.

Just as Kurt served, his top rose up, just to reveal his hipbones and the bottom of his ribs. And Blaine couldn't help but think about Friday night and the kiss they had shared and the fact that his hands had been roaming over that body.

He also wished he would get the chance again.

Yeah, Blaine supposed that tennis wasn't all that bad, especially when Kurt caught his gaze and blushed furiously under it.

But then there was a dull pain on his temple and then blackness.

Blaine couldn't exactly focus at that particular moment, but Kurt's voice, panicked and worried, gripped his attention. He couldn't see Kurt, as everything looked blurry right then, but he certainly could hear.

“I'll take him to the nurse's office.” That was Kurt's voice.

“No,” said the teacher, someone who was really not trained to teach Phys. Ed. “He'll come round.”

“He just hit his head on the floor!” said Kurt, who seemed shocked. “He might have a concussion!”

“Hey hey, what's all the commotion over here?” A third, familiar voice came into the conversation.
Blaine blinked and groaned, his vision setting in.

“See, he's fine!” the teacher said, and Blaine could now see that he was pointing at him.

“He needs to go to the nurse's office,” said coach Bieste. Blaine looked at the burly woman and smiled sleepily.

Then he looked at Kurt, who was still in his sportswear. Blaine laughed a little bit as he realised he was on the floor of the sports hall.

“Come on Blaine,” Kurt said, stooping down and bending his arms around Blaine's shoulders. “Get up and we'll get you somewhere to go.”

Blaine complied easily, not wanting to anger Kurt, and still feeling too tired to argue.

“Stay with him Kurt,” Coach Bieste said. “Right, I'll get back to my boys then.”

Once in the hallway, Blaine started to realise what had happened. Kurt seemed to ignore the fact that it had happened, talking to him normally for a moment, but still propping him up and guiding him.

There was five minutes of silence before either of them thought of speaking again. Looking to break the uncomfortable silence, it was Blaine that spoke first.

“I uh … I guess Azimio knows I'm gay now then, so will everyone. If they didn't know before that is,” he said quietly.

Kurt raised his eyebrows, not knowing whether to be offended or not. “I can go back if you like, I mean if you didn't want people knowing you were gay... then I shouldn't really be here with you...”

Blaine stopped walking very suddenly. “Oh God no Kurt, I didn't mean that! I meant cause I was looking at you when Azimio hit me with the tennis ball.”

“That won't make them think you're gay. It might make them not want to shower near you, but not actually gay.”

Blaine chuckled. “No I mean like, I was looking at you.”

Kurt blushed and continued walking.

This time the silence was interrupted by the sound of blood thumping around their bodies.

“Why?”

It was a simple question, but still, it made Blaine gulp because now he would have to reveal his feelings! Or … he could lie?

Looking at Kurt, whose gentle blush had crept over his cheekbones and nose, was looking perfectly confused and his eyes were shyly pointed at the floor. How could he lie?

“I guess it's because, I-I,” Blaine grit his teeth, cursing himself for being nervous.

“Yeah?” Kurt asked, looking back at Blaine.

And Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's.

They both stood still for a little moment, not fully understanding what to do next, but partially not wanting to stop. But then Kurt stepped forward, his arms fully encasing Blaine and the gentle kiss trying to show everything they both felt.

It was Blaine who pulled away in the end. “I like you Kurt, and I don't care if Rachel knows or doesn't know and I know you probably don't like me back but I just really want a chance with you,”

Kurt's sniffed a little bit, his blush deeper than before.

“I like you too Blaine.”

Blaine's face had never looked happier.

“But …” Kurt said sadly.

“No, no buts, please Kurt,” Blaine said, his face falling and voice cracking. “No buts,”

“We can't see each other,” Kurt whispered, his eyes downcast again. “I'm sorry Blaine, but we just can't.”

In Glee Club, it took all of Kurt's strength and will power not to stride over to Blaine and hug him until that horrible, miserable look would come off his face.

And Kurt couldn't help but sulk at the fact that Rachel was stood with Finn in the centre room, singing some mindless love song. It was so unfair that Kurt had to watch Rachel date his brother, when it was seemingly not ok for Blaine and Kurt to go out.

Kurt's rage was building up by the minute, every single word that was sung out of Rachel and Finn's smug mouths was an insult and Kurt couldn't help but start to feel a small hatred towards his best friend and his step-brother.

Why was it ok for them? Because they were straight? That didn't change the fact that his best friend was going out with his brother! So why was it not ok the other way round?

He glanced over to Blaine, and his expression softened because the other boy was looking straight at him unashamedly, his bright eyes looked pleading, and although normally Kurt would have said it was pathetic, he thought it was adorable.

And it was that look in Blaine's eyes that confirmed everything for Kurt.

He was going to make this work.