Chapter 29
Bullying Class.

"Okay, first things first. You need to tone up." Puck demonstrated with his own brawny muscles.

 I widened my eyes, "What?" My hands found their way to my hips and Finn sighed. 

"Not for any weight issues.. Kurt." He knew what was going through my mind.

"What then?" I asked curiously.

"We need you to get some muscle to look intimidating."

Blaine interrupted my listening by walking up, he had a weight in his arm a quirky smile. "What's going on?"

"They want me to get some muscle.. Me?" I gasped questionably. 

Blaine laughed. "Guys, I reckon he just needs some self defense lessons or something. Kurt's body is fine the way it is. Besides, it would be changing for someone that doesn't deserve the light of day."

"Hey guys!" Rachel waved jumping through the door. She was dressed in a pink workout outfit. Finn pretty much gaped at her.

I rolled my eyes, catching Blaine lift a weight. He grinned contently in my direction.

"Rachel, what are you wearing?" Finn laughed. 

"It's my workout outfit, easier movement."

Puck burst into laughter. "Is that a promise?"

Finn shoved him. "Not cool, Man."

I jumped when Blaine's arms snuck around my waist. "We can go in the other room, I can teach you some stuff if you want." His voice was so perfect, just the sound of it made me want to oblige to everything he said. I breathed.

"Sure.." I agreed.

He chuckled, the vibration running through his chest and into my back, "I'm just going to take Kurt over to the punchbag." Blaine noted. 

Puck nodded, "Sure. We'll be over in a bit, I'll start setting up a program he can follow."

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Blaine pushed the door open and I followed him inside, he dropped his bag straight away and walked over to the punch bag. He grabbed the gloves and shoved them on his hands. '

"Demonstration?" I asked. 

He smirked. "Well, otherwise you might injure your back or something."

I bit the edge of my cheek when he started punching, His shoulder blades were very toned, every muscle in his body was easier to see, the concentration screwed onto his face was unexplainable without using incorrect words. He caught my eye and blushed.

"Your turn." He grinned, taking the gloves off his hand chucking them my way,

I caught them in between my finger tips, "Doesn't really go with my outfit, right?" 

He laughed, bemused, as I fiddled to get them on my hands, punching them together. "Heavy too."

"You'll get used to them." He reassured, holding the punch bag. "This is the simple bit, you just have to punch."

I blinked, and looked at him. 

"Okay..." I swallowed and came forward. 

"Just bend your knees a bit." He mumbled. 

I did, "No a bit more," He reached down and touched the inside of my knee caps with his finger tips, I flinched slightly. "There, that's good."

His fingers felt like a magnet on my skin, invisible inpulses producing with contact, his skin the magnet and my blood the liquid metal, hot and burning under my skin.

I watched him back away, "Go on." He encouraged. 

I looked at the punchbag and lifted my fist up to it, hitting it. 

It didn't move. I frowned. 

"You're not hitting it with enough passion!" Blaine looked at me. 

I nodded. "Okay..." I turned back to it and looked straight at it. 

"Sum up the height and the width. Gain all the tension and lift it up into your fists." 

"Sounds violent..." I whispered. 

"Close your eyes." He mumbled and I heard him walk closer, he took my hands and lifted them into position. 

"Punch with your left," He helped me oustretch my left arm. "Then the right," He did the same, "Keep your arms like that, and open your eyes." 

I did and watched him back away, "Now punch." 

I did and was rewarded by the way it moved, but only slightly. I grinned in pride. "I did it!" 

He laughed, "You need to practise with it, it works a lot of unwanted tension too." 

I nodded, "Now what?" 

"Well, self defense." He shrugged.

I nodded. 

"Take the gloves off." I put them on the side and he stood in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I laughed. 

"I'm your attacker." He bent his knees slightly, putting his fists up. 

I laughed. "You look ridiculous." 

"Why?" He pouted. 

"Oh no don't do that, go back to big tough guy." I waved my hands, he chucked. 

"I'm going to grab you, and I want you to try and get out." 

I tilted my head, 

"What if I don't want too?" 

"Well you'll get the concenquences then," 

I laughed, and nodded. "Come at me." 

He went back into position. I looked at him, "Oi Hummel!" He snapped.

I looked at him. 

"Want a piece of the fist?" 

"The fury want a piece of you. You faggot."

His face changed in front of me, his cheeks slightly rounder, eyes piercing through mine. He grabbed my hand and I finched and closed my eyes.

"Kurt?" 

I breathed. 

"Kurt, You're not supposed to let it happen. You need to fight back, Tell them who's boss." 

"Don't talk to me like that, please." I whispered. 

Opening my eyes a little, he furrowed his brow. "What?" 

"You sounded like them, please don't be them." I shook my head. 

"Kurt I was acting, I'd never talk to you like that." 

I knew that, but the thought scared me, that maybe he would turn out to be different. 

He stood back. "I won't talk, I'll just grab..." He nodded. 

I swallowed and agreed. He walked forward, grabbing my arm and forcing me back into the punchbag. I stared at him.

"Come on, try get out of it." He whispered. "Look for my weak spot." 

I looked up at him and struggled a bit, Weak spot. Look for his weak spot. 

"Try and get out!" 

"I am!" I shouted, struggling a bit more

"Come on Kurt!" 

"It's not as easy as it looks okay!" I shouted at him, he looked down his eyes softening, kissing me gently. "You can do it." He mumbled against my lips. I pushed him back with both of my hands, my hands grabbed onto his arms and pulled him against me.

He didn't stop. Our lips seperated for a second, only to have only for him to lift me up onto the bench, his body following me, I breathed through my teeth with the contact of his tongue licking over my skin, his lips leaving kisses that burned, burning my skin. 

"Found your weak spot." I whispered breathlessly.

His chest lifted, then exhaled into a laugh. "You sure did." He looked at me, his nose nudging against mine, sneaky kisses over my lips. 

"Ahem." 

We both jumped into each other, Puck was standing there holding a chart.

"Hows the punching going guys?"

"Good." Blaine blurted out with one breath, he wiped his lips.

"Good job it was me and not some teacher, eh?" He smiled.

"Kurty got some.." Puck winked.

My cheeks flushed with heat, I bit the end of my lip. 

"This is a food and drink charter. I figured you could do this diet plan."

I frowned.

"Diet plan?" 

"Yeah, for the program?" 

"I never agreed to diets and weight lifting. I thought I was getting some training to defend myself."

Puck's arm fell by his side. "Oh, but you're.." 

"Extremely frail. I don't want to change myself for a bully..." 

Blaine scratched the back of his neck. "Besides he's got me." He added.

I looked round at him, and felt my cheeks blush.

"Thanks," I whispered.

"It goes without saying really. No one's hurting you. Ever." He walked forward, I felt my eyes go big. 

"You're so sweet." I whispered. 

"I really like you, Kurt. Like I said. I couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt." 

"Oh dear," Puck said. "I think I'm going to go before the cheese gets overloaded. See you guys in glee!" 

"Bye!" I smiled. 

Blaine tugged me from behind. "You're staying," He breathed, his breath tickled, I laughed while trying to move. He grabbed me and held me still. "Blaine, you're tickling me!" I laughed, 

He chuckled and let me go. "Now I know your weak spot." He winked.