As Kurt approached McKinley, he walked past the locker room, to hear the voices of his roomie and his potential future stepbrother, Finn Hudson, and his boyfriend of two weeks, Sam Evans.

"-Have to take a lot of cold showers lately…"

Finn interrupts, " Whoa, dude, too much information. I know I'm your buddy and all, but I don't want to hear about your sex life with my brother."

"You aren't even stepbrothers!" The blonde man protested, his voice rising up an octave.

"Dude... It's still not cool." Finn huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Kurt decided that he shouldn't be overhearing this conversation. He didn't know that he made his boyfriend of two weeks that frustrated. Sam always smiled things off.
Kurt decided that he wanted to make his boyfriend happy. They were going to go farther that night. He smirked as he walked past a few doors, to enter his homeroom.

Kurt reminisced about how he and Sam had gotten together. While Kurt washed slushie off his jacket he remembered the day that he told Sam he couldn't sing the song with him, Sam followed him in there and confronted him with a hurt look on his face.

"Why don't you want to sing with me?" Sam had asked.

"Finn convinced me not to."

"Finn? Wha-why?"

"If people at school hear that you're singing with me, rumors are going to bubble up . They're going to call you awful names, and you'll eventually drop out of Glee club. We need 12 members, Sam." Kurt explained to him rationally.

"I don't care, Kurt."

"What? Why?" Kurt asked, echoing Sam's earlier words.

"I want to sing with you. Listen Kurt, I'm gay. I'm cool with it: the name calling and all that. If people ask, I'll tell them."

While they were rehearsing a few days later, Sam kissed him. Kurt twirled the promise ring around his finger as he remembered it. Sam had given it to him right after telling him he loved him. Then they had won the duets competition by singing 'Don't Give Up' by Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush. Kurt heard Finn and Rachel conspiring and knew it was fixed, but honestly, they did deserve to win it. The classes dragged on.

As Sam met up with him after school, Kurt led him to Kurt's Navigator. Kurt was still distressed that the school didn't know about their relationship. Sure, the Glee club knew, but it was annoying seeing Cheerios throwing themselves onto his boyfriend.

Kurt drove Sam down to Sam's house. Sam had confided in Kurt that his Dad had a possibility of losing his job, but it probably wouldn't happen. Right as Sam closed the door, Kurt basically attacked his face. Sam moaned as he led the duo onto the couch, Kurt on top of him. After making out for around 7 minutes, Kurt mumbled, "Say my name, honey," as he drew circles around Sam's nipple, over his shirt. "Beiste..." Sam moaned. Kurt felt as though he had been slapped. His expression took one of hurt as he scrambled off Sam and grabbed his jacket. "Kurt! Wait! Let me explain!" Kurt didn't listen and got into the car, fuming. He spent the night ranting to Mercedes on the phone.

The next day, Mr. Schuester announced that the girls and boys team had to do songs traditionally by the other gender, after confronting him about Kurt being bullied.
Kurt held out his outfit plans for the performance for the guys.

"-And of course, we're singing Diana Ross. Bob Mackie-esque marabou for the boas are a must."
"Isn't this lesson about opposites?" Artie cuts in, "I mean, you in a sequined gown and boa is exactly what you'd expect."

Kurt gave him a disbelieving look. Finn, Puck and Mike weren't interrupting, and were watching with mild amusement. Kurt ground his teeth as he saw Sam dozing off. Did he ever listen to him? He apologized by text that morning, but never actually bothered to apologize face-to-face.

"Who said anything about a gown?" Kurt defends himself.

"Uh, dude. Why don't you make yourself useful and put rat poison in the old folks' jello or visit the Garglers?" Puckerman asked. Kurt had been annoyed by his moodiness ever since he had gotten back from Juvie, Mohawk in tow.

"The Warblers." Kurt corrects, exasperated.

"Whatever" He mumbled something and continued, "And you can wear all the feathers you want: you'll blend right in." Kurt stared at Puck, mouth agape. Was he really that useless? He spared a glance towards Sam, who had woken up and was twirling a pencil in his hand.

"Fine." He grabs his poster-board and leaves the room, but not before seeing Mike throw Finn a wide-eyed look and Sam looked up.

"Kurt?" He hollered. Kurt ignored him and scurried down the hallway to his navigator. It was only 10 o' clock, so he could catch some of the Warblers at Dalton Academy right before lunch.

A commotion was heard as Kurt strolled down the stairs. He took his black glasses off and approached a boy whom was running down, "Oh, excuse me." The boy turned around and Kurt momentarily forgot why he was there at the pretty hazel eyes. "Um, can I ask you a question? I'm new here." Even with his impromptu uniform, he could tell the other boy wasn't fooled.

"My name's Blaine," The boy smiles and holds out his hand. Kurt hesitated, "Kurt," he breathed out as he felt the boy's eyes on him. "So what exactly is going on?" Kurt asked, confused by the boys rushing in one direction.

"The Warblers,"Blaine grinned, "Every now and then, they perform an impromptu performance in the Senior commons." He leaned forward slightly, "Tends to shut the school down for a while."

Kurt's heart fluttered a little bit, "So wait, the Glee Club here is kind of cool?"

"The Warblers are like… rock-stars," Blaine explains, still grinning. Kurt raises both eyebrows at Blaine, "Come on. I know a short-cut." Blaine grabbed his hand and Kurt felt a jolt of electricity hit him in a pleasant way. Blaine and Kurt ran across the hallways in a slightly awkward, but somehow comfortable position.

As Blaine led him into the room, people were bustling with excitement. "Whoa, I stick out like a sore-thumb." Kurt stated.

Blaine smiled, reaching out and smoothing Kurt's collar as he talked, "Next time, don't forget your jacket new kid," He winked, "You'll fit right in… Now if you'll excuse me…" As the boys started off the notes of 'Teenage Dream'.

Blaine was the lead Warbler! Kurt's eyes were wide as he sung. He hadn't expected that.

This boy was so perfect… Kurt mentally slapped himself. Blaine probably wasn't gay, and Kurt had a boyfriend. It felt like Blaine was singing right to him. Kurt's pulse was racing as Blaine sung the part about 'skin-tight jeans'.

Kurt's eyes were wide as he applauded with the rest of the boys. Blaine walked towards him, flanked by two other boys: one Asian and one African American.

Blaine smiled, "Kurt?" Kurt glanced at both boys with a somewhat panicked look on his face.

"You're a spy aren't you?" the African American asked, getting straight to the point after Kurt had stumbled over his words.

Kurt spluttered, "Wha-I-no!" He blanched. Could he be more obvious?

Blaine coughed a laugh, "Uh… Kurt? We know you're part of the New Directions."

He elbowed the Asian who snorted a laugh at their group name and Blaine and Kurt both rolled their eyes, "We've looked up our competition. Kurt Hummel, countertenor for the New Directions? Wanna go grab some coffee with us so we can talk?" Kurt nodded. Crap.

"Latte?" Blaine asked as the four of them sat down at a table. Kurt mouthed, "Thank you."

"This is Wes and David." Gesturing to both boys who kept a firm look on their faces.

"It's very civilized of you to invite me for coffee before you beat me up for spying."

The corners of Wes' mouth quirk up a little bit, "We are not going to beat you up,"

"You were such a terrible spy that we found it sort of… endearing." David grinned.

Blaine started, "Which made me think that spying on us wasn't really the reason you came."

Kurt hesitated, "Can I ask you guys a question?" All three boys stared expectantly.

"Are you guys all gay?" Kurt raised an eyebrow as the three boys started laughing.

"Uh, no. I mean, I am, but these two have girlfriends," Blaine smirked as Kurt took a sip of coffee.

"This is not a gay school: we just have a zero-tolerance harassment policy." David confirmed.

"Everybody gets treated the same, no matter what they are. It's pretty simple," Wes stated.

Kurt smiled a bit. He knew it was wrong, but all he could think was: the gorgeous one is gay! While doing an internal happy dance. Kurt was dumbfounded for a minute at the everybody gets treated the same. Blaine was staring at him thoughtfully, as Kurt's IPhone buzzed. He took it out and frowned.

To Kurt: Sevin nìtxan lu.nga yawne lu oer - Sam.

Why did Sam keep talking to him in Na'vi? He looked up from his phone at the three boys. "Do any of you by any chance speak Na'vi?" The trio laughed before realizing that Kurt was serious.

David laughed, "Hand it over, let me forward it to Jeff for a translation." A few minutes later, after typing out something, his phone buzzed. David glanced at it and grinned, "That your boyfriend?"

Kurt nodded, "Hot as hell, but so, so geeky." Kurt then shook his head, grimacing.

Blaine's heart fell: the pretty boy had a boyfriend. It was to be expected. Kurt rolled his eyes, "What did it say?"

David grinned, "Jeff said that it said- and quote- 'Are very pretty. I love you'."

Kurt raised both eyebrows, "Ask this Jeff boy to translate 'moron' for me."

Wes shook with silent laughter, as did Blaine. David grinned, "Here it is – want me to send it to him?"

Kurt shrugged and glanced at the phone, "S-k-x-a-w-n-g. What kind of a word is that?"

Kurt's ringtone – 'Don't Give Up' the song they sung for the duet competition- rung. Wes pointed at the door, "Do you want us to go?"

Kurt shook his head, "No-No- stay. I want to talk to the infamous Warblers some more. This won't take long."

Kurt clicked the 'answer' button, "Hey, Sammy-boy." He clicked his tongue.

"Where the hell are you, Kurt? I've been looking for you everywhere! And 'Cedes hasn't seen you either… I'm having a meltdown here, boo. Where are you?" Kurt winced as he realized the three boys could hear everything, despite the phone not being on speaker-phone.

"I skipped school, Sam. You don't have to know where I am all the time. Isn't Coach Beiste waiting for you at football practice?" Kurt sounded annoyed.

"Kurt, honey, I already apologized for that-"

"Yes, yes, you apologized for saying a woman's name while we were making out, via text and slept through my ideas for Glee club. Should I mention that you did nothing when Puck told me to make myself useful and go spying? Oh yeah, and you let girls fawn all over you during school because you're too scared to come out of the closet and say you're dating me. And what do you do, exactly, when Karofsky is shoving me into lockers, on a daily basis?"

He smirks as silence overcomes Sam, but it falters when he realizes that Wes, David and Blaine heard everything he said.

"Kurt…. Okay, where are you?"

"What are you, my warden? I'm at a coffee shop talking to some Warblers. I can know other people outside of you, Sam."

A sigh is heard over the line, "Kurt. The 'Beiste' thing was just a trick that Finn said would work to cool down. Just picture her in her underwear and you're home free."

Kurt's face twisted up to a look of disgust, "And a cold shower couldn't do that? Seriously, Sam, it's not cool. Good things never come from using that trick. Finn just uses an image of the mailman he ran over while he was getting his drivers license.

"Okay, Kurt, how do you even know that? I mean, sure his Mom is living with your Dad and you were crushing on him for like 3 years before the whole f-word incident, but really… And I can't help it if girls want me and not-"

Kurt's eyes widened as he stares at the phone with his best bitch glare, "Me? Is that what you were going to say? Well, if nobody except you wanted me, then why would Brittany dump Santana and Artie if I told her I was straight, again?"

"Kurt, that's not what I meant… And what the hell? Brittany?"

"Yeah. Didn't you hear about when the union of Kurttany was formed for a few weeks, last year? And my female equivalent- Rachel- told me that the minute I re-evaluate my sexuality, she'll be there for my experimenting? What about when Mercedes threw a rock at my car window last year because I didn't reciprocate her feelings? And how Santana always… propositions me? Damn, she's scary: gorgeous, but scary. And Quinn? When I supported her pregnancy last year, she told me if I ever went straight, she'd dump whoever she was within a second! And Tina, too! So before you go spouting off crap about how you're the only one who'll want me, you should know that I have other options too, Evans."

"Kurt…." His voice cracked, "I'm sorry… I didn't mean anything I said. I've been a jerk…"

"Don't apologize, Trouty Mouth: I was being a bitch. I still am. I'm sorry. Meet up at your place at 5? I can help you babysit Stacy."

"Thank you so much, Kurtie! And wait- how do you- what? Have you been speaking to Santana?"

"You bet I have been, Froggy lips. Bye sweetheart."

Kurt pressed the 'end call' button on his phone. Wes blinked, "How did you do that?"

Kurt pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow, "Do what? Accuse him of being a douche, insult him several times and getting him to apologize and then thank me?" Kurt smirked as all the boys nodded, "Talent, my young Warblers. He feels guilty and truthfully, that was our first fight."

David nodded, impressed, "Dude, you can clearly understand the female mind: my girlfriend does that to me all the time. Call me and give me advice."

Kurt laughed and took his phone, writing his number in it as David did the same to his. "Me too, Kurt?" Wes asked hopefully, and Kurt did the same with him.

Kurt turned to Blaine, "Any chance I could get your number, too? I really need a gay friend outside of Sam." He winked, sending both his and Blaine's hearts soaring.

He checked his IPhone, "Hey, I need to get back for Glee practice in two and a half hours, but I'll see you three around?" They all nodded. Kurt smiled his usual, tight-lipped smile.

"Hey, Kurt?" Blaine asked as the other two went back to the counter. "You said you were having trouble with bullies on the phone with your… boyfriend, and I wanted to let you know to have courage. I went through that, too, so don't hesitate to call me at all if you want to talk… Bye Kurt," Blaine smiled dreamily, Kurt's breath catching in his throat as he did so.

"Bye Blaine," He breathed, staring at the boy as he backed away, ignoring the nudges and smirks that Wes and David passed onto him. This was completely normal for friends to feel… Completely normal.

When Kurt arrived at McKinley, he checked his phone, 'To Kurt: Miss you already, Kurtie xoxo Blaine' Kurt grinned as he locked his car,'To Blaine: Miss you, too, Blainey xoxo Kurt' Kurt put his phone in his back pocket as he entered the choir room, met to Sam practically jumping him, "Sam… Chill – I'm okay."

Sam glanced at him with a puzzled expression and draped his arm on the back of Kurt's seat as the girls sung 'Start Me Up/Livin' On A Prayer'. T
hey definitely did a great job. They were going to do a better job on 'Stop in the Name of Love/Free Your Mind', though. 'To Kurt: Courage xoxo Blaine' his phone buzzed.

He smiled and typed out, 'To Blaine: Thanks, Blainey xoxo Kurt' As the performance ended, "Who the hell is Blaine?" Sam glared at Kurt, stopping everyone's cheering to glance at the couple. "He's my friend," Kurt gritted out.

"Oh? So all friends write 'xoxo' on text messages?"

Kurt crossed his arms, "Santana and Brittany do." The two girls nodded.

"They're screwing!" Sam flung his arms in the air. He was about to say something else before Becky ran into the room with a note, giving it to Mr. Schuester.

Kurt was walking along the corridors, and as he read another text from Blaine.

'To Kurt: Courage - - - Blaine'

Suddenly, he was shoved into a locker, his phone falling on the floor. He stormed into the locker room to where Karofsky swaggered off to. Kurt yelled, "HEY!" remembering Blaine's motto: Courage.

"I'M TALKING TO YOU!" he screamed as he entered the locker room.

"Girls' locker room is next door," Karofsky stated, not even turning around.

"What is your problem?" Kurt demanded.

"Excuse me?" Karofsky gritted out.

"What are you so scared of?" Kurt asked, furious.

"Besides you sneaking in here to peek at my junk?" He asked, turning away from Kurt.

"Oh, every straight guy's nightmare: that all us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you. Well guess what, ham-hock? You're not my type."

"That right" Karofsky spat at him, stepping forward.

"Yeah. I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are gonna be bald by the time they're thirty."

"Don't push me, Hummel." Karofsky warned, lifting his fist up.

"You gonna hit me? Do it."

"Don't push me!" Karofsky slammed a locker shut.

"Hit me 'cause it's not going to change who I am. You can't punch the gay out of me any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you,"

"GET OUT OF MY FACE!" Karofsky screamed

"You're nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!"

Karofsky then pulled Kurt's face towards him and kissed him sloppily. Karofsky's face takes a look of hope on as he whimpers, and he tries to kiss Kurt, again, to which Kurt shoves him away, touching his hand to his mouth. Karofsky punched a locker and stormed off. At glee practice, he was miserable.

He just put on a brave face and listened to Mr. Schuester rant about how the other boys –and Tina- made Coach Beiste quit, because they needed a 'cool-down' technique. He glanced at Sam disgustedly. Quinn shook her head at Puck, who she had gotten back together with, "Oh my god." The next thing he knew, Puck was being pulled out of Glee Club along with Mr. Schuester.

Kurt ran out of the building into his Navigator and drove to hours to Dalton. His face kept the look of shock written on it. He asked a boy on the same staircase that he stopped Blaine on, "Um, hello? Do you know where I can find Blaine?"

The boy raised his eyebrows and called another boy, "Oi! Trent! Which room is Blaine Anderson dorming in?"

Trent narrows his eyes, "Nick, Blaine's in room 107- Junior Dorms."

Nick nods, "That's where you're going, then!"

Kurt stumbled up to Blaine's room and knocked, wrapping his arms around himself and staring blankly at the door. "Hey Kurt!" Blaine's face lit up, but then looked concerned. He pulled Kurt into a hug, and somehow maneuvered them into his dorm room, "Kurt, what happened? Was it Sam?"

Both boys had texted enough the night before to know almost everything about each other. Kurt shook his head, "I-It was Karofsky… He kissed me." Kurt whispered the last part and stumbled into Blaine's shocked embrace, "Wow… I wasn't expecting that. I'm so sorry, Kurt. When did it happen?" Kurt furrowed his eyebrows, "Just two hours ago."

Blaine nods, "What did you do after he… assaulted you?"

Kurt mumbles, "I went to Glee club, but then ran to my car and drove here."

Blaine smiles a little bit, "Well, I'm flattered you came to me first. How about this: let's watch 'RENT' and eat some cookie-dough ice cream?"
Kurt smiled and nodded.

Both boys were secretly thrilled to be cuddled up in the bed with each other, the laptop above the blanket, resting above their legs.

Kurt shook his head as he reminded himself that he had a boyfriend: a sweet, loving, hot and dorky boyfriend who deserved the best. He called Burt to tell him that he would be staying at a friend's house that night.

He and Blaine slept on separate sides of the bed, so when Kurt woke up at 4 AM to find himself curled up in him, he was surprised to say the least. He snuck out of bed and sent Blaine a quick text, 'To Blaine: Thanks for last night, it really made me feel better. I had to leave at 4 AM today, to get to school on time. Courage. Xoxo Kurt'.

When Kurt got to McKinley (he had changed into his slushie-back-up clothes that he always carried with him), he greeted everyone calmly.

Blaine texted him, 'To Kurt: do you want me to stop by at lunch to help you talk to him?' And Kurt accepted the offer happily.

"Excuse me." Blaine asked Karofsky.

"Hey Lady-boys. Pfft. This your boyfriend, Kurt?" Karofsky greeted them, with a bit of jealousy in his tone. Blaine blinked. Kurt's boyfriend wasn't out of the closet? He just thought that Kurt was joking on the phone.

"Kurt and I would like to talk to you about something."

"I gotta go to class." Karofsky attempted to push past them.

"Kurt told me what you did." Blaine said, after Karofsky pushed Kurt.

"Oh yeah?" Karofsky challenged, "What's that?"

"You kissed me." Kurt deadpanned.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Blaine tried a different approach, "It seems like you might be a little bit confused. And that's totally normal. This is a very hard thing to come to terms with, and you should just know that you're not alone." That was Karofsky's breaking point, as he turned around and shoved Blaine into a fence.

"Do. Not. Mess. With. Me." Karofsky spat out.

"Stop this!" Kurt shoved Karofsky away from Blaine. Karofsky walked away. "Well he's not coming out anytime soon. Hey, what's wrong?"

Kurt explained to Blaine about how he felt disgusting now that Karofsky had kissed him.

Blaine took Kurt's shoulder, "Kurt… You are not disgusting. You are one of the most beautiful human beings I know. Come on, I'll buy you lunch. Kurt glanced at Blaine from the corner of his eye as they got into Blaine's car.

They drove to a tiny café down a block and a half from McKinley. As they ate, they discussed Vogue, and almost everything. Kurt got a text from Sam:

'To Kurt: Kurt? Where are you? I was going to ask you to get lunch, but nobody had seen you.'

Kurt texted him back after lifting an eyebrow up.

'To Sam: Relax. I'm at a café, having lunch with a friend.'

'To Kurt: Which friend?'

"Mind if I make a call?" Blaine shrugged, so after someone picked up the phone, Kurt started, "Sam, chill, I'm fine. To answer your question, I'm having lunch with Blaine, so stop being so possessive and call me back when you decide to be a normal person." Kurt snapped the phone shut and Blaine nodded, impressed.

When Blaine dropped Kurt back off at school, Kurt hung a picture that Blaine had given him (yes, it was creepy, but they swapped photos of each other for inspiration) in his locker, with the word 'Courage' written underneath.

He smiled softly, when Karofsky slammed Kurt into the locker. As Kurt saw Sam coming, he stood up and shut the locker.

"Hey, Kurt… I'm just- really sorry. About everything: the Beiste thing, the jealousy… I'm just afraid you'll leave me."

Kurt took Sam's hand, "I won't leave you, Sam."

Sam grinned and muttered, "Time to make this official." He closed the distance between them and smirked into the kiss as he heard the whole hall quiet down. He leaned back and took Kurt's hand as they walked to the choir room, past all the stunned students.

"I don't get it: it's boys against girls, but what does the winner get?" Coach Beiste asked, as all the boys were in costume.

"Well, we were all hoping for your forgiveness," Finn announced.

"Yeah, we just wanted to apologize for hurting your feelings," Sam continued, grabbing and squeezing Kurt's hand.

"Coach Beiste, we think you're awesome. And even though you're all hard and tough on the outside, it doesn't mean you're the opposite on the inside."

"Like a chocolate Turtle," Sam stated. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows as Finn agreed.

"Totally! You're nugget! And we totally get that, now." Artie sent Kurt 'is-this-boy-crazy?' eyes.

"Like a mash-up," Finn stated. "Why don't you guys just get to the song?" Mr. Schuester suggested.

"Totally. This mash-up is dedicated to you, Coach. Hard and badass on one hand, and soft and girly on the other." Artie smiled.

"And we hope it makes you smile, 'cause when you smile, you're pretty; it lights up the room. Seriously."

After the boys finished their mash-up. "That was really good. I liked it. Thank you" Coach Beiste smiled. "Get over here." Artie smiled.

The next thing they knew, they were all in a group hug.

But for some reason, all he could think about were Blaine's hazel eyes.