Chapter II

"You're crazy! How could you say yes?" Mercedes almost tackled him out of the chair.

"Why wouldn't I? He won't get that A, 'Cedes. I've been trying to help him for weeks and the kid is a lost case. This is my way to get rid of him without Mrs. Peterson lecturing me about how I, as a good student, should help those who blah blah blah..."

The girl raised a single brow at him.

"And besides, what would be the worst thing that Anderson would make me do if he, in an incredible miracle, got that A? Clean his clothes? Wash his car? Schedule his fuck-dolls? Wait... what if he makes me do his homework? I'm going to die!" He faked a horrified face and pretended to faint on his best friend, who pushed him aside.

"What if he... you know. Did he ever taunt you about your, uhm, sexual orientation?" She looked uncomfortable, as if Kurt would get angry at her.

"Look, Anderson may be an asshole who loves leather a little too much, but he doesn't seem to be a homophobe. If he wanted, he could have beaten the shit out of me every time we were alone in this house. But he didn't, and I did my research before I agreed on tutoring him. He went to Dalton Academy, a school with no bullying policy. And J.B.I said his best friend, Jeff something, has a boyfriend. So, I don't believe he is like Azimio or those Neanderthals. Relax, boo."

He laid his head on his best friend's lap, her hand running through his soft baby-hair as she listened to what he said. Mercedes seemed to be his one and only friend, he realized. Boys didn't talk to him 'cause he was gay and they were Oh-so-afraid that he would try to rape them or something. Assholes. Whereas girls, weren't that bad. But besides Mercedes, there was no one that Kurt didn't consider a spoiled little brat. Sure, he prefers singing with girls when they do groups in Glee Club, but mostly 'cause he didn't like that atrocious music boys loved so much.

Blaine was the guy he most talked to, besides his father. The guy was a jerk and dressed like Danny Zukko, but he didn't even seem uncomfortable about Kurt's homosexuality. If it wasn't for the time that Blaine accused him for trying to kick him out so he could 'sneak in a boy-toy', Kurt would have been sure that the guy didn't even know.

The curly haired boy never listened to what he was explaining. Instead, he just looked at Kurt with that unreadable gaze of his. It wasn't hostile, or a 'What the hell are you talking about?' look, it was like he had zoned out looking at Kurt. It made him twitch in his seat and blush and clear his throat anxiously every time.

Being around Blaine made him nervous. Being around a guy made him nervous. What if he said or did something too gay and the guy freaked out? Or if Blaine thought he was flirting with him and he punched the shit out of him?

Thursdays were the best days for one Blaine Anderson. And that Thursday was the best.

For a start, Thursday meant P.E. And that meant Kurt in a pair of small shorts and a too-tight shirt, bending over and stretching. Showing the little milky patch of skin between his shirt and shorts, and those broad shoulders and well-built arms, that no one would ever guess he had under those layers of clothes... and that ass. Blaine couldn't count with just one hand the times that someone had hit him on the head with a ball just 'cause he was ogling Kurt's ass. It's not like someone could blame him. Seriously. Who had a better ass than Hummel? Not a single kid at McKinley.

Besides that, that Thursday was the greatest because he had his Math test, and he was totally sure he got an A. Little Kurt Hummel would never guess what he's gotten himself into. The thing was, he didn't either. He hadn't thought about what he was going to do with Kurt once he was his slave for a week. If there was something he was totally sure of it was that, whatever he was going to make Kurt do, it had nothing to do with wearing clothes.

Blaine also liked when they had to play Volley Ball. It wasn't that he liked the game; it was Kurt who enjoyed it. And he was also a pretty good player. Of course, Blaine made sure to never lose sight of Kurt's chest whenever he jumped and the shirt rolled up.

His perfect day started to look darker when he saw David Karofsky watching Kurt as intensely, if not more, as Blaine was. He knew Dave was one of the main tormentors Kurt had, but the look he was giving the pale guy wasn't a hostile one. There was unquestionably a hungry fire in his eyes. Karofsky wanted his Kurt. Who would think David was gay? Blaine absolutely didn't. Except that time he suggested he and Azimio were married, but he didn't really think they were gay. It grossed him out the way the bigger guy's eyes roamed around Kurt's body, taking extra time over the long legs and his ass, which belonged to Blaine! He felt sick when he realized how he looked at Kurt was the same way that the disgusting guy did. But he calmed by telling himself that he wasn't like him. He didn't hurt Kurt or call him names. Yes, he did enjoy making him angry, but it was totally innocent. And he knew sometimes Kurt liked it when they had silly arguments, he could see the corner of his lips curving up. But he never saw Kurt looking less that horrified when Karofsky was around.

After gym class, he hid on the locker room, waiting. It was known by all the school that Kurt waited until all the guys finished on the lockers room to shower and change his clothes. He wasn't going to sneak and try to shower with Kurt; he was just making sure David didn't try either. Blaine waited in the last row of lockers, hearing the blue-eyed boy singing some Broadway tune. Kurt had a beautiful singing voice, Blaine decided. Maybe he could stay around after class to hear him in Glee Club.

"What the hell do you...?!" The shout ended in a painful moan, followed by the sound of a dry bump against the lockers.

"Shut up! Do you want someone to hear? C'mon, princess, don't move so much."

That was Karofsky, there wasn't any doubt. But how did he manage to get into the locker's room without Blaine noticing?

"Let me go, you overly-sweated-pig. You're disgusting!"

He heard a low chuckle, obviously from the "Overly-sweated-pig", as he tried to get closer to see without being noticed by Karofsky. He saw the bigger guy pressing Kurt against the lockers by the throat with one hand and trying to rip the towel away with the other, even as Kurt gripped onto it with white knuckles. Kurt was trying to free himself from the grip, making it harder to the jock to remove the fabric.

"I'm disgusting? You're the one who's disgusting here. You think any guy would want you? You're deformed, Hummel, guys will run away when they see you. Now, why don't you enjoy the only guy who'd ever want you? Be grateful."

Blaine couldn't take it anymore. Running out of his hided place, he tackled the bigger guy leaving him on the floor. Karofsky seemed debating with himself whether to be angry or scared that someone had found out his dirty secret. His face and neck were flushed in an angry red, his hands fisted tight and his breath was shaky. Kurt, on the other hand, was pale as a ghost, except his neck that had red finger-shaped marks. He was looking from the guy on the floor to Blaine, clutching the tower closer to himself.

Time seemed to stop for a few seconds. Nor Kurt or Blaine knew what would happen, how Karofsky would react. But neither of them thought that the jock would stand up and leave the place without saying anything.