The morning went by rather normally aside from the fact that a football player bumped into Blaine, he was pretty sure it was an accident but Kurt saw the guy high five Karofsky right after. He would’ve gone after the guy and yelled at him for it but he had to hep Blaine pick up his books. Kurt decided not to tell Blaine as he didn’t want to give him another panic attack and he wasn’t  100% sure that it was on purpose. Before they knew it was lunch time and they were sitting on a large blanket on the floor of the choir room with the rest of the New Directions.

                “So Blaine now that we’re buds you’ll let me copy off your test papers right?” Puck asked in what he thought was a charming manner.

                “Not a chance Noah.” Kurt answered on Blaine’s behalf.

                “Ah come on Blaine!” Puck pleaded as if Blaine had actually been the one to answer him.

                “Nope.” Blaine replied smiling.

                “Fine.” Puck pouted. “I thought being friends with the smartest kid in school would have some benefits.”

                “I’ll tutor you anytime you want.” Blaine offered.

                “Fantastic.” Puck said sarcastically.

                “Nah man, he’s a great tutor. He really helped me with math.” Finn said his mouth full.

                “Since we’re in the choir room I might as well sing for all of you.” Rachel said as if she was giving them all a huge present.

                “No Rachel we’re here to eat lunch not to sing.” Kurt scolded her.

                “But…” Rachel started to protest.

                “Why don’t you sing us your song in glee tomorrow? Then Mr. Schue can hear it to.” Finn interjected.

                “Oh! Good idea! He’ll probably want me to sing it at Sectionals.” Rachel said happily.

                “So how far have the two of you gotten?”  Santana asked Kurt and Blaine.

                “Excuse me?” Blaine asked.

                “Handjobs? Blowjobs? Full on sex?” Santana asked causing Kurt to spit out the water he was drinking.

                “OH! No! We aren’t anywhere near ready for that stuff!” Blaine said quickly his eyes wide.

                “And if we were, which we aren’t, it wouldn’t be any of your business Satan.” Kurt added.

                “I’m going to ignore you said that Kurt, if either of you need any pointers you let me know, ok?” Santana asked thinking she was being nice.

                “No.” Kurt said firmly.

                “When you two are ready can I watch?” Brittany asked.

                “NO!” Blaine and Kurt yelled in unison.

                “But I’m curious as to how dolphins have sex.” Brittany said.

                “Google it then.” Kurt told her.

                “I don’t know how.” Brittany said sadly.

                “Oh for the love of god, one guy sticks his….”Puck started before Mercedes clamped her hand over his mouth.

                “You can tell her later.” Mercedes told Puck.

                “Can we please talk about something other than my brother’s sex life?” Finn pleaded.

                “If you would’ve have just let me sing we could’ve avoided this whole conversation.” Rachel pointed out.

                “Who wants to go shopping after school?” Kurt asked the group.

Santana and Brittany said they’d would be they had Cheerio practice, Quinn, Rachel and Mercedes all said they were in.

                “Tina?” Kurt asked.

                “I can’t I’ve got Asian club.” She said shrugging.

                “Blaine?” Kurt asked.

                “I’m also in Asian club.” He said.

                “You are?” Mike asked.

                “Yes.”

                “Are you even Asian?” Mike asked again.

                “Yes, I’m half Filipino.” Blaine informed him.

                “I didn’t know that, did you know that?” Mike said turning to Tina.

She shook her head.

                “How long have you been in Asian club?” Mike asked Blaine.

                “I started it.” Blaine said.

                “Oh, the meetings must really suck for you.” Mike observed.

                “Ever since you and Tina got together and started using that time to make out? Yeah that sucks.” Blaine commented.

                “Why didn’t you say anything?” Tina asked.

                “I have! I’ve even thrown things at you!” Blaine said clearly frustrated.

                “Really?” Tina asked.

                “You know I thought I felt things hitting me.” Mike said thoughtfully.

Blaine just stared at him blankly before turning to Kurt. “See? Invisible. I told you.”

                “Ah baby.” Kurt said sympathetically.

                “We’re sorry man. We promise we won’t make out during Asian club anymore.” Mike said.

True to Mike’s word at the Asian club meeting later that day he and Tina did not make out, it was then that they all realised they didn’t know the point of Asian club. So they started brainstorming ideas, they came up with the idea of convincing Principle Figgins to allow the school to celebrate Chinese New Year, while it was not an important holiday to any of them they figured it was a well-known one and it would open the door to celebrating other aspects of their own Asian cultures. They also decided to each bring a traditional dish from their ancestors’ homelands to the next New Directions lunch. After they finished up the meeting Mike offered to drive Blaine home but Blaine insisted on taking the bus as he didn’t want Mike to have to drive out of his way. He was just about to leave the school when he remembered he forgot his history textbook in his locker so he ran back upstairs to get it. After he retrieved his book he walked back towards the staircase looking at a photo Kurt sent him of an outfit he was thinking of buying. He was just about to send Kurt a text telling him he looked gorgeous in the outfit when he felt a hand on his back; he barely had time to register then feeling when he was laying at the bottom of the stairs. He blinked lost in confusion and pain; it wasn’t a large enough staircase for it to do any real damage to him but it still hurt like a bitch.

                “Break up with Hummel.” Karofsky said leaning over Blaine.

                “Never.” Blaine spat.

                “Do it or this little trip of yours and that camp you went to will seem like good memories. Oh you think I didn’t know about that? One of those boys was my cousin and he told me all about how much fun he had kicking your ass. Personally, I think he went too easy on you and I promise you if you don’t dump Hummel I won’t make the same mistake.” Karofsky said kneeling next to Blaine so that if anyone walked by they wouldn’t hear what he was saying and would probably think he was giving the smaller boy first aid.