On Friday Blaine shows up for Glee club. Mike, Tina, Sugar, Sam and Joe smile brightly at him when they spot him hovering by the door, but everyone else ignores him. Despite this, he's happy to be here. On the occasion that he has time – that isn't otherwise occupied by homework, his job at the bookstore and the plethora of other school clubs he's involved in – he loves to join in on the Glee club practices, even if he only gets to provide background oohs and ahhs.

Joe grabs a chair for him and Blaine smiles gratefully at his friend, settling down with the small group and laughing when Sugar coos at his little bump.

Blaine looks towards Tina and frowns when he notices her glare at the door to the choir room.

He turns and gasps softly, a surprised smile gracing his features when he notices Kurt standing awkwardly at the door, Puck and Quinn behind him.

He can hear Rachel's cry of protest, Mercedes scoffing at the girl and a comment from Santana that is probably incredibly inappropriate as he stands and makes his way towards Kurt, smiling all the way.

Kurt grins back at him, stepping forward into the room with hesitation, but Blaine simply wraps his arms around Kurt's waist and brings him more fully into the room, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as he does so.

Sugar squeals at that and Blaine breaks away from the kiss laughing, looking over Kurt's shoulder so that he can wave at Quinn and Puck.

He leads Kurt to where he was sitting, giving the boys a grateful look when he sees them dragging more chairs over.

And he gives Kurt a surprised look when he sees him nod at Finn and then give a little half smile at Mercedes. He's definitely going to ask Kurt about that later, but for now he scoots closer to the boy, resting a hand on Kurt's thigh and sighing contently when Kurt threads their fingers together.

-

By the time next Friday rolls around, Blaine feels like he's walking on a cloud of happiness. He's finally done with his first trimester, he has a little bit more energy and he hasn't felt nauseous in a whole week. And since the night they've reconciled, Kurt has been wonderful and sweet and Blaine is even going with him tonight to his house for a 'Hudmel Friday Night Dinner', which is apparently a tradition.

But of course, all good things must come to an end.

On his way to lunch Tina grabs his attention, beckoning him towards an empty classroom with a nod of her head, and of course Blaine follows her. Tina's been one of his best friends since he transferred to McKinley, he'd do anything for her.

Once they're in the room Tina closes the door behind them and turns to Blaine with a frown on her face.

"Blaine, what the hell are you doing?"

Blaine's smile falters and he leans back into the teacher's desk, his arms covering his stomach in an unconscious protective gesture.

"What are you talking about, Tina?"

Tina sighs and starts to pace the room, running her hands through her long hair.

"You're throwing everything away, Blaine! Everything you've worked for – I mean you've busted your ass ever since you got here and for what, Blaine? So you can get knocked up and settle down with Kurt-Skank-Hummel in this backwards ass cow town? Are you even thinking right now?"

"Tina-"

"And I have to learn from fucking Finn that you're keeping the baby, and that you're actually with Kurt now? Do you know how shitty that made me feel? You're supposed to be my best friend Blaine and I had to sit there like a dumbass while Finn talked about how excited he was about getting to be an uncle and how awesome you guys are!"

"Well I'm so sorry I made you feel like shit, Tina, but have you even considered how I've been feeling? No – because its all about you, isn't it?"

They're standing in front of each other now, breathing heavily as they glare. Blaine's never felt betrayed or hurt by Tina and it feels like his heart is literally ripping to pieces in his chest.

"I am just trying to look out for you Blaine. All I want is for you to get out of this town and live. Really live."

"Yeah well maybe I don't need you to look out for me. Maybe I need you to support me and not ridicule every choice I make. Because like it or not, Kurt is a part of my life and so is this baby. Neither of them are going anywhere, so you better get used to it."

Tina's voice is low and flat when she says, "And what if I can't?"

He feels detached from his body as he answers her, both her words and his cutting through him like a knife.

"Then we're done. Don't talk to me anymore. Don't smile at me or look at me or come to me when you and Mike have problems. Because if you can't suck up your pride and your issues with me and Kurt, then I don't want – or need – you in my life."

He can see Tina's shoulders raise, her jaw tightening as she begins to build up her walls and he almost apologizes, hates that he caused her to retreat inside herself, but he can't, not when she has hurt him so deeply.

"Fine. But don't come running to me when Kurt ends up breaking your heart – which we all know he will. I don't need you, Blaine."

Blaine scoffs, turns his head away to hide his oncoming tears and listens as Tina walks away.

When he hears the door rattle closed, he finally breaks, his hands coming to cover his face as he cries, sliding onto the floor as sobs rip from within, shaking his small frame.

-

He doesn't leave the classroom for lunch, choosing instead to unpack his homemade BLT sandwich, iced tea and yogurt and eat alone in the darkened room.

Halfway through his lunch, his phone buzzes in his pocket and he sighs, wiping his hands before he opens up the text.

It's from Kurt, asking where he is.

Blaine stares at the text for a couple of minutes before he responds, letting Kurt know what room he's in. He really doesn't want to be alone right now, even if he really hates when people see him cry.

Five minutes later, Kurt is shuffling into the room, looking a mixture of both confused and worried. His brow creases even further when he sees Blaine's red rimmed eyes and occasional sniffle.

"What happened, are you okay?"

Blaine shrugs, picking at his food as Kurt walks towards him.

"The baby's fine, if that's what you mean."

"And what about you?"

He can feel the tears coming again and when Kurt sits down next to him, tentatively bringing Blaine closer with an arm over his shoulder, he crumbles, hiding his face in Kurt's shoulder.

"No, I – I'm not okay, I'm not."

Kurt doesn't ask him anymore questions, just tightens his hold on Blaine and lets him cry, for which Blaine is grateful. He's not sure he can talk about what happened with Tina, not now.

Later, he'll tell Kurt everything and he'll cry some more and Kurt will push down his anger at the girl who hurt his Blaine so badly; and he will hold Blaine yet again, will whisper sweet words into his skin and watch as Blaine slowly falls asleep in his arms.

-

He's sleeping in Kurt's bed when it happens – a small fluttering in his stomach – and he wakes instantly. His eyes dart around the room, the bright morning light peeking in through the curtains, and he frowns when he sees that Kurt isn't in the bed with him. When he feels the fluttering again he gasps, his hand moving to rest on his belly.

He laughs, breathless, at the sensation and hurriedly removes the covers from his body, standing slowly per his doctor's advice, and makes his way downstairs to find Kurt.

Burt smiles at him from his spot on the couch in the living room and points to the kitchen when he asks about Kurt.

When he rounds the corner into the kitchen, he bites his lip at the sight presented before him.

Kurt is singing under his breath as he flips pancakes, sweats hung low on his hips, his tee shirt rumpled and his hair messy, bangs hanging over his eyes as he works.

He's never looked more beautiful.

"Kurt."

He turns and grins at Blaine, quickly lowering the flame on the stove before he tugs Blaine into a chaste kiss, his hands wandering to rub at Blaine's stomach as he does so.

"Hey, you. I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, but..."

Blaine smiles wide, balancing on his tippy-toes as he kisses Kurt again, opening his mouth and sucking on Kurt's bottom lip. Kurt moans breathily and tries to bring Blaine closer, but Blaine breaks the kiss and moves away, ignoring Kurt's pout.

He hops up on the kitchen counter and watches Kurt resume cooking with wide smile.

"What are you so smiley about?"

He sighs happily and looks down at his stomach, rubbing a thumb over his bump as he says, "I felt her move this morning."

Kurt's head snaps up at that, a surprised smile greeting Blaine when he finally looks back up at Kurt.

"Really?" Kurt asks, flipping the last pancake onto a plate and turning off the stove before he moves towards Blaine again, standing in between Blaine's legs and resting one hand on Blaine's thigh, the other pressing down gently upon Blaine's stomach.

"I don't think you'll be able to feel it yet, babe. It's just like... this tiny little fluttering. It felt weird at first, but then it was..."

"Amazing? Breathtaking?"

He smiles, covering Kurt's hand with his and whispers, "Yeah, yeah exactly like that."

-

Blaine finds himself sitting next to Kurt on a dingy couch at some party on Saturday. Kurt isn't drinking, for which Blaine is actually sort of relieved about, and is instead having a rather interesting conversation with Quinn about college.

Blaine finds himself tuning their conversation out though; he doesn't want to dwell on the fact that Kurt will be heading off to college after next year, not now, not when he's happy and actually enjoying himself with this group of people.

It almost reminds him of the first time he and Kurt were together, the first time they met actually. Blaine had been so nervous at that nervous at that party, standing alone by himself. But then there was Kurt, so was so sexy and sweet with him, patient and understanding when Blaine fumbled.

-

The room is dimly lit, a mass of people in the center of the room moving, swaying and undulating.

Blaine stands alone in a far corner, nursing a drink and contemplating whether or not he should just leave. Sam and Sugar had begged him to come and who was Blaine to say no to his newest friends? Even if they had sort ditched him as soon as they got here.

Okay, well, ditched isn't exactly the word he's looking for.

Blaine just sort assumed that when Sam and Sugar went to go say hi to some of their friends that he wasn't invited.

So now he's stuck playing wallflower, watching with envy as people dance and laugh around him.

Blaine sighs, looking down forlornly at his half empty cup. He drains the cup and then goes to throw it away, glancing back at the party one last time before he heads for the door.

But just as he's about to open the door, a soft hand grabs his.

He immediately flinches away, but when he turns around and finds the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen staring at him, an impish grin in place, something inside him settles.

"Dance with me," the boy says.

And Blaine nods wordlessly, letting the boy drag him into the crowd.

He's sure that this is a trick or some joke, but then the boy places his hands on Blaine's hips and tugs him forward and he goes willingly, tentatively bringing his arms up around the boy's shoulders.

"I'm Kurt."

"Blaine."

Kurt nods, and he starts to say something else, but Blaine gets distracted by the feeling of Kurt's thumbs rubbing circles on his skin and Kurt's hips against his and then Kurt's hands slowly moving downwards and-

"Uh, Blaine?"

He shakes himself, blushing when Kurt raises an eyebrow at him.

"Sorry, um, what were you saying?"

"I said that I haven't seen you here before. Are you new to McKinley or something?"

"Uh, not really. I mean I transferred here towards the end of last year, but um I – I guess I just never really stood out before. Or, you know, had any friends."

Kurt frowns at that, his arms tightening around Blaine's body, but he doesn't say anything, doesn't ask Blaine anymore questions, for which Blaine is grateful.

Blaine finds himself relaxing into Kurt's touch, finds himself leaning more into Kurt, his hips moving more smoothly with Kurt's. He isn't sure how long they stay together dancing, but he finds himself not caring and soon he's becoming more confident with his movements, turning in Kurt's arms so that his back is flush with Kurt's chest.

He can feel Kurt lower his head so that his nose skims along Blaine's neck, Kurt's hands sliding down to rest on his thighs, his hips swiveling forward against the curve of his ass.

In a fit of boldness, he covers one of Kurt's hands with his, the other reaching up to tangle in Kurt's hair, and he leans back into Kurt, baring his throat and closing his eyes.

And then suddenly, Kurt is gone.

Blaine blinks his eyes open, swallowing down his embarrassment at how he was acting and is prepared to walk home so that he can drown his sorrows in some ice cream and-

Kurt's in front of him, grabbing his hands and pulling him out of the crowd, down a hall and pushing him into a room.

He barely has time register what is happening before Kurt is pulling him into a kiss, hands grabbing his arms, then waist and finally settling on resting on his ass. Blaine gasps, overwhelming by how amazing it feels simply to have Kurt's mouth on his, Kurt's hands kneading his ass, the feeling of the piercing on his lip foreign but completely wonderful.

And then Kurt's walking towards the bed, guiding Blaine onto it without ever separating their lips. They part briefly so that Blaine can shuffle backward, Kurt following, and then Kurt's back, this time tracing the seam of Blaine's lips with his tongue. Blaine parts his lip and moans when he feels Kurt's tongue against his.

And oh god, he has a tongue piercing too.

His hips buck up when Kurt lets the ball of his piercing rub up against the top of his mouth and he instantly breaks away, breathing heavily as he tries to apologize.

"Sorry, I'm sorry I didn't-"

"God, shut up and just kiss me."

And so he does, pulling Kurt fully on top of him and moaning when he feels Kurt's hard cock against his thigh. He experimentally lifts his leg up a bit, grinning into the kiss when Kurt gasps.

"Ah, fuck – you're just a little minx aren't you?"

Blaine bites his lip, his cheeks burning at Kurt's words. Kurt groans at that, tugging Blaine up with him as he lifts onto his knees.

"God you're so hot when you blush, Blaine."

Kurt doesn't give him a chance to duck his head; he latches his lips onto Blaine's jaw, trailing kisses down his neck until he gets to the collar of Blaine's shirt.

Blaine lets his head loll back, swallowing thickly when Kurt tugs the material down so that he can keep on kissing. He gets so lost in the sensations that he almost doesn't recognize when Kurt starts to lift his shirt up.

He jerks away then, his heart pounding as he pulls his shirt back down over his torso, letting his eyes focus on the bedspread underneath them.

"Hey – hey it's okay we don't have to-"

"No, it's – it's fine, just... can I just leave my shirt on? Please?"

Kurt's touch is gentle when he rests his hands on Blaine's shoulders, his voice quiet and tender when he says, "Whatever you want, Blaine."

Blaine's breath rushes out of him in relief and he looks up to find Kurt watching him with dark, concerned eyes.

"Can I – um..."

"Tell me. Tell me what you want."

"My – my mouth, can I – on you, can I?"

Kurt blinks in surprise, his hands tightening on Blaine's shoulders.

"You – you're sure? Blaine you don't have to-"

"I know," he says, his voice low and rough.

Kurt swallows thickly, eyes darting back and forth over Blaine's face, trying to find any trace of hesitation.

And he finds none.

"Okay."

Blaine surges forward then, claiming Kurt's mouth and pressing him back into the mattress, his body covering Kurt's.

His lips leave Kurt's mouth, trailing down Kurt's neck until he hits his collarbone, where he lingers to suck a mark onto the pale skin there. Kurt gives a surprised moan and threads his fingers through Blaine's hair, holding his head down, grinding his hips up off the bed.

Blaine pulls back and admires his work, his eyes growing dark at the bruised mark. He slowly slides down Kurt's torso, lifting his shirt and pressing kisses into the skin revealed.

Once he gets to Kurt's jeans, he hesitates, nervous about doing something wrong, but Kurt lays a hand on his cheek, his thumb rubbing softly over his cheekbone and he looks up at him, his lips twitching into a smile at the gentle look Kurt gives him.

He slowly works Kurt's jeans open, tapping his hip so he can slide Kurt's jeans down and off.

Once Kurt's jeans are pushed down to his thighs, Blaine takes a moment to appreciate the bulge in Kurt's tight briefs. He licks his lips and runs the heel of his hand over his half hard cock, smiling at the boys gasp above him.

Blaine leans forward and slowly begins to mouth along Kurt's dick, gets himself used to the idea of Kurt's cock in his mouth. He quickly becomes annoyed at the taste of cotton though, wants to taste Kurt's skin and feel him hot and heavy on his tongue. So he leans back and quickly tucks Kurt's briefs under his balls, takes a deep breath and wraps his hand around Kurt, stroking up and down once before he wraps his lips around the head.

He can hear Kurt pant and swear, can feel his muscles shaking. Blaine's eyes flutter closed, his tongue beginning to move in long strokes, and he starts to bob his head, sucking gently around Kurt's cock.

But he feels like he's not doing good enough, though Kurt is moaning and whimpering, but then Kurt's hands slide into his hair and tug gently, lets out a low groan.

Blaine moans then, surprised at how much he likes Kurt's hand tugging and pulling at his hair, and he almost misses Kurt warn him.

"Fuck! Blaine, Bla - ugh - gonna come, gonna come. Fuck you look so good like that, so pretty with my cock in your mouth, fuck."

Blaine bobs his head faster, sucks harder and then pulls back just in time to see Kurt come; his back arched, his mouth wide open in a silent scream.

He hides his smile against the pale skin of Kurt's thigh, reaches his hand down to grip his own throbbing cock.

He comes quickly, only having to manage four hard strokes, Kurt petting his hair and whispering sweet, dirty little encouragements from above.

-

Blaine runs his thumb over the soft skin of Kurt's hand as they walk down the halls, Quinn walking backwards in front of them, engaging them in a thrilling little tale of her latest adventure at the tattoo parlor.

He laughs loudly when she tells them how to managed to convince a pushy man that the woman giving her her new piece of ink was actually her girlfriend and she was off limits.

Blaine fixes his glasses, smiling up at Kurt's low chuckle and then promptly stumbles when a stocky jock elbows his way past him.

Kurt's strong grip is there to make sure he doesn't fall, and it's only his concern for Blaine that prevents him from going after the rude boy, especially when the guy turns back and yells, "Freak!" at Blaine.

Blaine scowls and breathes in deep, shakes his shoulder and gives Quinn and Kurt a reassuring smile, his grip on Kurt's hand tightening when they begin to walk down the hall once more.