Blaine picked his head up from his desk to see Kurt calling him. He put his hand up in a wave before plopping his head back down onto his arms.

Kurt rolled his eyes in annoyance and pushed roughly against the half-asleep boy's shoulder, exerting more force than he though as Blaine howled in pain as his chin clipped against the rough edge of the desk. "Ow! The fuck, Hummel?"

"Shhh!" A female classmate scolded fiercely. Kurt glared at her before saying, "What was Bea talking about?"

"Huh?" Blaine replied, rubbing against his skinned chin, hissing when his (really overgrown) stubble rubbed unwelcomingly over the sensitive skin.

"We kinda had a fight when you dropped me off at home the other day and she got really pissed at me about being like...your 'friend' or some shit. And when I told her about your mom she said something about you that I really want to know about," Kurt said all in one breath, trying to gloss over most of it as quick as possible.

Blaine stopped rubbing at his face for a second, wondering exactly what his sister had spilt. When he voiced his thoughts out loud, he was not happy with the answer. "She said what?"

Their classmates turned to stare at them, eyebrows raised in a what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-shut-the-fuck-up kind of way. Mr. Syme wasn't very happy either. "Problem, boys?"

They both shook their heads.

Blaine gave Kurt a look when everyone turned away finally, one that clearly stated "go on, tell me more." Kurt sighed, his exasperation evident in his voice, "She said something about you not being able to stick up for yourself - although I don't know why she would say that 'cause you're mother was rude to me about me being gay, but whatever."

"Shhh!" Kurt sent a glare to the girl and flipped her off for good measure.

"And she didn't tell you what she meant?" Blaine probed, his brows stitched in an emotion Kurt couldn't out a name to.

"No, she kept on avoiding the subject whenever I asked her. Said it wasn't her place to tell."

Really, Kurt hadn't been planning on coming to Blaine with this even though Bea had said to. It had been a terrible goose chase. She hadn't avoided him directly, but she would change the subject whenever he brought it up. What was the big deal anyway? Kurt was getting really pissed and tired. He didn't even know why he wanted to know so badly. Maybe because he hoped it would turn out to be something that totally changed the way everyone looked at Blaine or put Bea's and Blaine's relationship into perspective or something.

"Damn right it isn't her fucking place!" Blaine yelled viciously. He turned away from Kurt to the girl sitting next to him. "And don't you shush me again or I'll rip off your fucking finger," he said to the girl. She dropped her mouth open and turned away from them, mumbling some shit about 'boys not being chivalrous' and 'douche-bags' and 'whatever happened to society?'

Kurt slumped in his seat and - although he felt discouraged - whispered, "So..can you tell me what all that's about or...?"

"Huh?" Blaine looked up from the hole he was burning into the side of the girl's head. "No."

"What? Why?"

Blaine sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face. The skinned part of his chin stinging viciously as he picked at the scab that was forming there.

Blaine knew why. But damn if Kurt ever found out what Blair had meant. He was sure Kurt would support him and shit, but weighing Kurt - one person - against the thousands of other people who'd give him hell. Ha! Just no. Not in this life.

And really, it didn't even matter that Blair had said that to him in the shady way that she did, but still..the fact that she would even utter a single word about it..just - ugh. Like fuck if Blaine wasn't going to teach her a lesson about keeping her mouth shut.

He stood up without a second thought, his vengeful mind already planning out what he would dealt Blair.

"Mr. Anderson, sit back down!"

Blaine flipped off Mr. Syme and slammed the door closed with aloud bang that resonated through probably the entire school. Kurt thumped his head backwards onto Blaine's desk and heaved a huge sigh.

~~

"..to get to the other side!" Two-Bit coughed out hysterically between his laughter.

"Two-Bit," Steve muttered, taking a sip from his Coke can. "You are a kleptomaniac. Stick to that. Not jokes. You'll be doing the world a favor."

"What?" Two-Bit giggled, waving his Coke can crazily at Steve. "You're crazy man. My jokes are hilarious! This joke will be famous!"

"Yeah..if the people of tomorrow are idiots, then definitely," Darry said, rolling his eyes at the crazy boy. All the guys laughed at that when Two-Bit glared at him. "You shut your mouth, Darrel."

"'Ey, the truth's the truth, man," Soda said, smirking. "Good news is you'll probably a huge success in the future."

Two-Bit advanced angrily at Soda as the other guys laughed hysterically. "Take it back, Sodapop!"

Darry stopped laughing and turned around, hearing something. "Shit. It's Anderson."

"The fuck he want?" Ponyboy said, dragging his cigarette from his mouth as a motorcycle zoomed into the parking space in front of the shop.

"Maybe he wantsa hear some jokes!" Two-Bit cheered happily. He took a long gulp from his soda can before crushing it to the ground and walking towards the shorter boy descending from the bike. "Hey, Anderson, buddy! What's up, man? Haven't seen you 'round her for a while."

"Maybe 'cause you're boss banned me?" Blaine offered in disgust as Two-Bit wiped a long trail of the sugary acid he had been drinking the moment before. "Where's Blair?"

"Huh? Oh, Blair?" Two-Bit slurred. Blaine suspected he was drunk and his suspicion was confirmed when he smelled Two-Bit's putrid breath. God, in the middle of the day, too? Classy. "She's inside. Blair!"

"What!" A faint voice yelled back. Blair's eyes went wide when she spotted her brother standing in the lot. "Shit."

"You fucking bitch!" Blaine screamed at the shorter girl when he caught sight of her. Blair squealed in fear at the outraged anger on his face and ran like mad to her office, locking the door swiftly behind her. Blaine growled when his fists connected against the unrelenting wood. He took a deep breath and steadied himself before turning back to the door, the door with his traitor sister's name written on it on a plaque - as if she was something special, puh! - and slammed his entire left body against it.

The wood cracked a bit under the force of Blaine's weight, but otherwise didn't budge. Blaine drew himself together, barely flinching at the pain running through his left shoulder, and ran at the door again. This time it relented a bit less. The cheap wood broke off in the middle, allowing Blaine to slip his hand inside to unlock the door from the inside. The door flew open with a swish.

Blair gulped from where she was sitting at her desk. God, why the fuck did she have such a big mouth. If she just knew how to keep her trap shut, Blaine wouldn't have come all the way here to kick her brains out. She stood up fast when Blaine finally got to her, raising her hand in a pleading motion, "Blaine, please, liste-"

Thwack.

Blair's breath stalled in her throat. Her eyes were wide open in shock as her neck flipped to the side from the unyielding force of Blaine's fist against her smooth cheek. Tears sprang into her eyes as her throat worked over a sob as she raised a shaking hand to her quickly swelling face.

Blaine didn't miss a beat though. "You fucking bitch! Who do you think you are? You think just because you live on the East side that you're better than everyone else? That because you live in a run-down apartment and work at a fucking gas station - or as you put it, 'work through your way in life' - you're completely better than anyone who owns a huge house or can afford a car? Well newsflash! You're nothing but a withe-trash whore!"

Blair removed her hand from her cheek, sniffing quietly to keep her tears in check. She wiped the spit from the corners of her mouth as she turned her golden-brown eyes - same color as Blaine's, but if you'd been standing in the same room as them at that moment, you'd never see the resemblance between Blaine's spiteful gaze and Blair's dejected one - onto Blaine. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, rolling her eyes to the ceiling of her little office, begging the her tears to not betray her, not right now, please.

"Why are you so mad?" She said in a quiet voice, sounding like a scolded kindergartener. "It's not like I said anything mountain-moving enough for him to even suspect-"

"That doesn't matter," Blaine, his voice not getting any calmer or his demeanor any less angry. "What matters is that you had the fucking nerve to say anything about it. Who gave you the right?"

"Listen, it's not like I spilled everything, okay? He doesn't know what happened that night or what happened with-"

"Shut up!"

Blair closed her mouth instinctively, knowing better than to keep on speaking. Blaine was rubbing at something on his chin, looked like a scab of some sort, as he paced around the little room. Finally, Blair spoke up again. "Why don't you just stop being a little bitch about it, huh? Just admit you're gay - "

"I'm not fucking gay!" Blaine growled, circling back around other, his fists clenching and unclenching again and again. Blair felt her bruised cheek sting.

"Really? I certainly got a different expression when I came home to see your mouth around Jeremiah's cock," Blair smirked, ignoring her boundaries because she was having too much fun reminding Blaine of that day.

Blaine's arm shot out to grab her's in a crushing grip. "Shut your fucking mouth, Blair. You acted of your own accord that day. Whatever happened was your fault! What you did to yourself was your doing."

"You're the one who started everything. What else was I supposed to do? Leave you to be mom and dad's meal? I had to do something!"

"So now you're blaming me for - "

"Being gay? Oh no, brother," Blair smiled superiorily. "I'm blaming you for not having a spine. No backbone. Nada. Weird since you're supposed to like dick, but I'm the only one out of the two of us who has balls!"

Blaine fisted his hands in his hair, struggling not to sock his sister in the other cheek. "Well I'm sorry not all of us can be as daring, as brave as you. I'm sorry not everyone can be Blair Anderson."

"If they were, they'd be fucked for life," Blair laughed. She turned serious again. "Look, Blainers, I'm really sorry I let that slip. But c'mon dude, enough is enough sometimes. When are you finally gonna be happy with yourself?"

Blaine bit his bottom lip so hard it was at the point of his teeth breaking the skin. He blinked his eyes several times to keep the tears and redness out.

"Blainey, when are you going to come out?"