Kurt hurried over to Blaine breathlessly. "Blaine I-"

"I have to go. I'm sorry."

"Wait, why?" Kurt asked, disappointed. He really wanted to tell Blaine what happened and get his insight on what was really happened. Maybe Blaine has more experience than Kurt.

"My dad," was all Blaine said. Kurt saw it. A flicker of panic in Blaine's large brown eyes. Something was wrong.

Before Kurt could ask, Blaine was gone. Kurt sighed. He would text him later to check up on him for sure. Or maybe he'd just wait to talk to Blaine at school. Either way, he would first find out what was the matter today and then tell Blaine what happened. Then, hopefully, get some words of wisdom.

Sighing, Kurt got in line, soon ordering a grande non-fat mocha frappe to go.

Are you okay?

-Kurt

Kurt sent that text later on that day, but not once did he get a response from Blaine, which caused him to worry all the more.

Blaine's face was buried in his locker, rearranging his locker for some reason, when Kurt walked over to him and leaned against the next locker over. "Hey," he greeted in a soft voice that suggested he was worried.

Blaine froze for a moment and then went back to what he was doing. They still had ten minutes before the warning bell would sound.

"You never texted back."

Blaine slowed down his movements for a moment before he spoke. "Yeah...I know. I'm sorry. My dad took my phone away from me."

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. "Why'd your dad do that?"

Kurt watched carefully as Blaine's response was a shrug.

Blaine closed his locker and quickly turned his back to Kurt, walking away.

"Hey, wait up," Kurt said as he hurried after him. "What's wrong?" It was beyond obvious that something was wrong.

"Just leave me alone, Kurt," Blaine grumbled suddenly.

Kurt stopped in track for a minute to blink and register what Blaine just said. But it only took a minute to hurry back after Blaine, garb his arm, and turn him around to be face-to-face with Kurt. But what Kurt saw caused him to take his hand back from Blaine's arm, as if he had been burned, and gasp.

A big black and blue bruise sat on Blaine's right cheek. Out of instinct, Kurt's hand immediately went up to gently caress it. "Who did this to you?" he demanded.

Blaine looked around and quickly grabbed at Kurt's hand that was on his cheek, but gently. "It's nothing."

"Who did this?" Kurt's voice was suddenly so stressful.

Blaine sighed. "I can't tell you."

"I don't give a fuck. I want to know," Kurt was suddenly so angry, so upset. Why was he getting so emotional over this? Blaine got punched somehow and Kurt was really pissed off and whoever did this to him. But what made him all the more pissed off was that Blaine was telling him who did it.

A flash of endearment passed by in Blaine's eyes. "I can't tell you here. I need to tell you somewhere people can't hear us."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's wrist and immediately dragged him into the empty choir room, shutting the only open door. He stood by the piano and crossed his arms over his chest, popping his hip to the side and formed his face into determination and the you-will-give-me-a-fucking-answer look.

Blaine crossed his arms lazily for a moment and then uncrossed them to bury them in his khaki pant's pockets. "This is going to take a while. You'll miss first period."

"I don't care. Friendship always comes first," Kurt quickly said.

Blaine bit his lip, which caused something to stir within Kurt for a quick moment. Blaine was lucky that his first class was study hall. The teacher never takes attendance anyway, so he was safe. But he worried about Kurt being marked absent and being marked for skipping his first period. Blaine never thought Kurt to be one for that, but then again, he always knew that Kurt was once to put friendship before himself. "Okay. First of all, what do you know about my past."

Kurt took a minute. What did Blaine mean? "Um...you were once some neanderthal bad-ass until you dad made you go to that Dalton school. Then you came back...different," Kurt replied carefully.

"Well...do you know why I went to Dalton?"

"Yeah, your dad," Kurt answered with a shrug.

Blaine sat down in the closest chair. "For all the years I was...who I was...my time at home consisted of fights with my dad about my grades and actions and losing more and more of his trust. He expected me to be this...straight-A student. And that wasn't me. So one day...he...had enough of it and basically dragged me to Westerville and forced me to got to Dalton. At Dalton, we had to wear the same everyday. Blue blazers with red piping, red and blue ties, dress pants, black dress shoes, and a white dress shirt. Lights were out at 9, the easiest classes there were harder than the hardest ones here, and everyone was so...stuck up. I hated it there. I felt so controlled and so suffocated. But when I returned home this past summer, I gave up on being who I wanted to be. My dad was proud of me...for once in my life. And that just killed me. Because...I just wanted someone to be proud of me...while I was me. Even though he was only proud of who he created. I didn't bother trying to fight anymore. He'd start taking me to Gap and giving me all this money to spend there only. It was horrible. He finally let me return to McKinley. But he was then reminded of my sexuality, of how I'm gay. So he began setting ground rules in the house. When I had left you at Lima Bean, it was because my dad had found out about me befriending you. He basically forbid me to talk to you again."

Kurt's face was pitiful, shocked, and so upset about what he was hearing. This wasn't right. Parents should never be that way towards their child. "But...you're talking to me..."

Blaine nodded his head. "Yeah...I don't want to stop. I like you, Kurt," Blaine said as he looked at the floor, his cheeks going dark.

Kurt's heart did a little flip that he was unsure about. "You do?" he asked. Does he like me as in...like me, like me? Or...

Blaine nodded his head. "Kurt...I want to be more than just friends."

Kurt was rendered speechless. Did he hear Blaine right? But nonetheless, he couldn't stop himself from saying what he was about to say. "Dave kissed me."

Blaine quickly looked up. "Wait, what?"

"Dave...kissed me...and I don't even know if I liked it...I wanted to tell you at Lima Bean...but then you left." The bell rang but they ignored it.

Blaine raised his eyebrows and looked down. "Wow. Um. What do you mean you don't know if you like it or not?"

"I didn't feel anything. Like, I felt him kissing me, but I didn't feel that feeling hat people in books talk about when the kiss someone the like."

"Well...do you like Dave?"

"As a friend-"

"Maybe you don't like him then. Well, of course you don't hate him, but you know what I mean."

Kurt just nodded his head and looked down. "I'm scared of what's going to happen when I see Dave later today. I mean, I was glad that he got a ride to school today since I'm his ride and all, but I'm gonna see him at lunch and I don't know if he's going to act like it never happened, going to kiss me again, going to act like my boyfriend...or what."

"I'm sure it won't be bad, Kurt," Blaine assured him.

Kurt shook his head.

"What if I kissed you?" Blaine asked in a small voice.

Kurt widened his eyes a bit. "W-what?"

Blaine got up from the chair and slowly walked over to Kurt as if to see if Kurt would start taking steps back. But soon, Blaine stood close to Kurt, their bodies just separated by nearly an inch. Kurt didn't know why, but he didn't want to move away. He was curious of the outcome.

Blaine leaned in at a normal pace and pressed his lips to Kurt's. A spark ignited between their lips. Kurt could feel it clearly. It felt good and intoxicating, like Kurt had no other thoughts but kissing back. So he forced his lips to form back against Blaine's just as his hand quickly went up to Blaine's cheek. Blaine sucked on Kurt's bottom lip as he sucked in a breath.

This was really happening

Blaine moved away and the two just stared at each other. Blaine looked down at Kurt's lips again just as Kurt leaned back in for just one more kiss. That was all he wanted. This time, Blaine cupped Kurt's face in his hands as Kurt's hands went up to resting on Blaine's chest, this time slowly moving their lips together. There it was, that spark again. That very spark that Kurt was waiting for to happen with his kiss with Dave that never even happened.

After enough time, the two broke apart and just gazed at each other with passion in their eyes and their breaths heavy. "We should get to class," said Blaine in a low, husky voice that caused a chill to go down Kurt's spine.

"We should," Kurt agreed in a whisper.

Blaine was the first to leave.