The small locker door is closed carefully. Kurt is already walking toward the exit, as quickly as possible, when a blond boy joins him, dark eyes checking his body. 

"You shouldn't walk at school like this" He continues to observe him. 

"Like what?" Kurt asks. He had never seen him before. He's really pretty.

But the boy didn't answer. He just smiles and runs his fingers under Kurt's black scarf, showing a little more the smooth skin of his neck.

"No," He donws his hand quicly. He been through situations like this before, and the first few times it was a little easier to escape. Later, he realized how he always seemed too vulnerable. 

"Why not? Your boyfriend doesn't need to know " 

"Boyfriend?" 

The blonde looks at the hickie on his neck. Oh. Two days ago, when Blaine went to his house. Shit. But then another thought is processed. Boyfriend. Blaine. Blaine is his boyfriend. 

"He won't know because won't have nothing to know. Now if you'll excuse me..." Kurt makes a gesture for him to leave, but instead, he holds firmly Kurt's hair, kissing him and preventing him from moves away.

"But there was nobody there!" Nikolai screams rising from the bank. "You'd do the same thing." He points the finger at Dylan, but the brunette just rolls his eyes. 

"I'd do the same thing, but I wouldn't be so stupid and forget to look around before" 

"But I did. Do you think i had time to check each closed room?" He repeats. "And I saw no one."

"That's why his boyfriend saw? We had time to do it that day. "Dave replies. 

"That day we were four, and everything would have happened perfectly if he hadn't escaped." 

"If you had locked the door he would have fled." Dylan accuses, picking up a white towel and giving it under his own shoulder. "Now it's too late." 

"Where is Matt?" Nikolai mutters to himself, irritated, passing his hand through the blonde hair.

"I'll kill him." Blaine says, and this time he can't avoid - as much as he tries to make an effort not to scare Kurt even more, his voice is high, and probably anyone can see clearly his mad. 

Kurt isn't crying like the first time, but the fear is still there. Blaine squeezes him even more to himself, to soothe him. And to calm himself. 

"Stay here with me." Kurt asked almost in a whisper. "I don't want to think about it now." 

He nods. He can't just leave Kurt alone now. 

He slept the whole afternoon, in Blaine's arms. He isn't so tired anymore. 

"It's here." Blaine says. The car parks in front of the house. He looks to the side and holds Kurt's hand for a moment. "I'm here with you." He recalled, taking their hands clasped to brushes Kurt's face

"Thanks." He smiles and comes over to kiss him. To kiss his boyfriend. Now he can say that. 

When they're standing in front of the door, Blaine sighs and looks to the side to check Kurt's reaction. Alright. He knocks on the door. 

Once. 

Twice. 

"Good evening" A brunette boy greets. He faces Blaine, waiting a explanation for the unexpected visit. His hair is messy, and some noise is coming from the back of the house. "Something wrong?" He insists, but then he changes immediately his look: from impatience to surprise. The pretty boy is also there. 

Blaine notices the change. 

"Dylan?" Another male voice comes from behind the door, probably bothered by the delay. 

Dylan tries to close the door quickly, but it's too late. Blaine pushes him, and the door opens suddenly revealing the owner of the voice. Nikolai is standing in front of the couch, arms crossed and an unreadable expression, but definitavemente surprised. 

Kurt just holds Blaine's arms, and whispers something. He doesn't know what will happen. Actually, Blaine also didn't know.