“What the hell is going on Blaine?” Jim asked in a clipped voice.

“I-I was just-”

“Get back to school. Now. We’ll talk when I get home from work.” Jim stood there for a moment longer, glaring at his son before turning and walking out of the room. Kurt saw Blaine wince when the front door slammed a moment later and seemed to shake the whole house.

It was quiet. Neither boys seemed to want to move but Kurt knew they had to. He stood up and placed a tentative hand on Blaine’s shoulder. The second Kurt’s hand touched him, Blaine took a deep breath and took a step forward. “We should get to school,” Blaine said and walked to the front door, not looking back to see if Kurt was following.

The drive back to school was tense and awkward. Every time Kurt tried to strike up a conversation, Blaine would simply nod his head absently and stare out the window. The only time he made any kind of response was when Kurt reached over and held onto Blaine’s hand. Blaine had let him and held onto it tightly.

When they pulled into the parking lot at school, Blaine practically jumped out of the car. “Blaine!” Kurt called, but the other boy was already closing the door behind him and rounding the front of the car. Kurt killed the engine and hopped out of the car quickly, thinking Blaine was going to rush inside the school, but instead he walked over to Kurt’s side of the car and shoved the door shut before pressing Kurt against it. A second later Blaine’s lips were crashing down against his own.

The kiss was rough and angry, but Kurt let Blaine kiss him. He knew it was Blaine’s way of getting out all his anxiety and frustration from his encounter with his father. Blaine pulled away a few moments later and when Kurt tried to look at him he turned away. “Let’s get inside. Don’t want you to be late for French.”

“Blaine, please don’t shut me out,” Kurt said gently and Blaine spun back around to face him. Blaine’s face was flushed and his eyes were misty.

“I’m not trying to shut you out,” he said, his voice sounding quiet and raw. It was barely above a whisper. “I just- need to do something or I’m going to fucking lose it.” Kurt watched his boyfriend with sad eyes, wishing there was something he could do. Finally, he nodded his head as he heard the bell ring inside the school signaling that first period was over.

They walked inside, hand in hand, and Kurt had almost forgotten that this wasn’t their first time this morning walking through the front doors. Almost. At the end of the hall, Kurt could see Azimio walking toward them and, noting that Blaine hadn’t seen him yet, steered his boyfriend in another direction. He didn’t want to give Blaine an outlet for his aggression. Not right now anyway. “Kurt what are you doing?” Blaine muttered as Kurt took a sharp left.

“Hey Rachel,” Kurt said happily as he made a stop at her locker. Kurt heard Blaine sigh beside him.

“Oh, hey guys! How was English?”

“It was shit,” Blaine grumbled and Kurt silently scolded him. Rachel froze and looked at Blaine worryingly.

“What did you do?” Blaine scowled at her and she was about to retort when she jumped slightly and pulled out her cell phone. A moment later her eyes widened and she looked back at Blaine. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Blaine began to say but Rachel shoved her cell phone in his face.

“Then why is Dad telling me to keep an eye on you?” Blaine leaned his head back so he could see the screen clearer and, sure enough, it was from his dad. “Blaine.”

“He saw us, okay?” Blaine growled and Kurt cringed at the ferocity in his voice. “I got to get to class,” he muttered and kissed Kurt’s cheek quickly before stalking down the hallway and out of sight in the sea of students. Rachel peeled her eyes away from where Blaine had been and looked at Kurt.

“He saw you?” she asked sounding extremely puzzled.

“Together.” Kurt rubbed at his eyes and suppressed a groan.

“What? How?” Kurt opened his mouth to tell her everything, but a glance around the hall told him that it was getting late and that second period would start any minute.

“I’ll text you, okay?” Rachel seemed apprehensive, but Kurt didn’t stick around any longer. He’d already missed first period, and he didn’t want to miss French as well. He slipped into the classroom just as the bell rang and slid into his desk silently. As his teacher Mrs. White was writing on the board, Kurt pulled out his phone and was about to begin his explanation to Rachel, but decided to message someone else first. He felt lame at first, searching the internet for a quote to use, but once he’d found it he smiled to himself. Sometimes life is like this dark tunnel, you can’t always see the light at the end of the tunnel, but if you just keep moving you will come to a better place.

A few minutes later he felt his phone buzz and saw a new text from Blaine. Thanks, Kurt. Uncle Iroh wisdom never fails. Kurt was about to shoot off a reply when Blaine sent him another message. Seriously though, you’re the best. Kurt smiled at the screen.

I learned from the master.

No, Kurt, I don’t think you read that right. I said you’re the BEST. As in BEST. Like, ever. There never has been and never will be anyone as wonderful as you. BEST. Kurt snorted.

I’ve missed dorky Blaine.

Sure, you say that now…

You’re going to make me regret saying that aren’t you?

That is a very serious accusation, Potter

“Monsieur Hummel,” a voice rang through the class and Kurt’s head shot up. His teacher was standing in front of his desk with her hand extended. Kurt sighed and placed his cell phone in her palm before slouching into his seat. “Pas de t�l�phone dans la classe,” she reprimanded and pointed to a poster in front of the class that had a picture of a cellphone with a giant red “x” over it.

“Je suis d�sol� Mme White,” he apologized.

“Vous pouvez le reprendre apr�s la classe.”

“Oui madame.” He watched as she placed his phone onto her desk and continued with her lesson. Kurt tried to pay attention, but even though he loved French his mind kept wandering to Blaine. He really hoped everything would be okay and that he could be there with him when his dad came home, but Kurt knew that would only make matters worse. All he could do was let Blaine know how much he cared about him and that he was there for him.