Ever since their first "date" in the Dalton garden Kurt and Blaine had been spending more and more time together. And when they werent together their fellow Warblers had to deal with the unrelenting crushes they had.

"Oh. My. God. Blaine. Just ask him out already. Or lock your door and fuck him till he cant walk. We dont care how loud you get, just STOP complaining to us. Okay?!"

Blaine could feel the scarlet blush heat up his face uncontrollably. "WESLEY MONTGOMERY!"

"What?" Wes tried to look as innocent as possible as Kurt walked into the room.

"What did Wes do now?"

"Nuh- Nothing." Blaine stammered.

"Okaayy then. Do you want to have picnic lunch Blaine? I have a delicious recipe of my mothers I am dying to use."

"That sounds lovely." Blaine hurried over to Kurt in the kitchen and helped him get out the ingredients. Wes rolled his eyes as he went upstairs to his and Davids room laughing.

"I just told Blaine to fuck Kurt and his face turned so red. It was awesome, you shouldve been there." Wes closed the door to their room and flopped onto Davids bed, disturbing the boy from his reading.

"Was he worrying about being forever stuck in the friend zone again? Because I just sat through a five minute rant from Kurt about how he cant stand how awkward things are becoming. Apparently Blaine nearly walked in on Kurt in the shower the other day."

"Do you know how much I wouldve given to see that? Kurts face would have been priceless." Wes said, trying to imitate Kurts face.

"But dont you agree that this is just getting ridiculous? Those two need to suck it up and talk."

"Or suck each other."

"Wes! You just gave me the best idea ever!"

David jumped off the bed and tore out the room and down the stairs. He looked around and checked to see if Kurt and Blaine were still there. Wes followed him with a very perplexed look on his face. "Im starting to get worried. Mental images of Kurt and Blaine doing that should not give you ideas."

"EMERGENCY WARBLER MEETING NOW!" David yelled up to all the other Warblers in their dorms, and proceeded to bang his gavel on the kitchen table.

In an instant a flood of dark navy and red rushed into the common room. Everyone took their seats on the couch and floor while Trent set up the whiteboard easel.

"Wheres Kurtie and Blainey Bear?" Jeff asked as he sat front and center sprawled out on the floor.

"Theyre not supposed to be here, I think." Wes said and he sat down next to Jeff.

David whacked his gavel on the table again to gain everyones attention. "So I think were all a little annoyed at Kurt and Blaine."

There was a general murmur of agreement amongst the Warblers.

"Ive come up with a way to stop it, or at least to make them talk or realize that their crushes are not a one way street." He picked up a dry erase marker and in large red letters he wrote ‘Operation Klaine Lock in. "Were going to have a Warbler Lock in."

The room went ballistic. There were cheers and high fives throughout the crowd and Jeff was actually crying tears of joy.

"But this time, were going to bend the rules a little. Our goal? To make Kurt and Blaine, whom I have now deemed Klaine, the most sexually frustrated teenagers on campus. And thats quite a challenge."

In the midnight darkness of their room Kurt and Blaine were sleeping peacefully. Until a loud blaring air horn startled Kurt awake. "What the hell? Blaine get up." He threw his pillow in the general direction of Blaines bed.

"Kurt? Is something wrong?" Blaine sat up rubbing his eyes.

"Did you seriously sleep through that? There was an air horn or something."

"An air horn?!" Blaine got up excitedly and looked out the door. The hallway lights were on and Nick came running down the hallway banging on all the closed doors.

"ITS A WARBLER LOCK IN, BITCHES! GET YOUR SLEEPY ASSES UP AND GO, GO, GO!"

The first of the boys awake started down the hallway in their pajamas.

"Whats a Warbler lock in and why is it taking place in the middle of the night?"

Blaine was jumping around in a rush to gather pillows and blankets. "Its the best tradition the Warblers have to offer! We lock ourselves in the game room and do some pretty awesome group bonding."

"At one in the morning?"

"Yeah! Lets go!" He was hopping from foot to foot like an energetic puppy.

"In our PJs?"

"Totally!"

"If I kill someone tonight it is because of this stupid tradition."

"Youll love it! Come on!" Blaine pulled Kurt with him down the stairs.

Kurt knew he was in for an interesting night when he got into the game room. It had been transformed into an entirely different space; the air hockey and foosball tables were shoved against a far wall, a circle on the floor had been made out of pillows, and the Ping-Pong table was stacked with- shot glasses?

"Please tell me there isnt any alcohol. I dont drink, and for a very good reason." Kurt followed Blaine to a spot around the circle and they started making themselves comfortable.

"No, we do sugar shots. Thats another name for these lock ins. Sugar-shot parties."

"Sugar shots?"

Jeff sat down in front of Kurt with two shot glasses. "Yup! Theyre shots of pure sugar!"

"What?"

Jeff poured a little mountain dew into the glass. "First you add some mountain dew. Then you add some red bull." He filled the glass half-full off the energy drink. "And finally you add pure sugar." He topped off the shot by adding a surprising amount of sugar that settled at the bottom.

Kurt stared at the glass in disbelief. "We have to drink that?"

"It actually doesnt taste that bad."

"Youre all going to get diabetes."

"Well so are you, drink up!" Jeff handed over the two shots and went back to the makeshift bar that was the Ping-Pong table.

Blaine downed his and looked over at Kurt, who was trying to focus on anything but Blaines lack of a gag-reflex. "Go on. Its fun! Everyone has to drink five shots before we can start!" Blaine shoved Kurts glass towards him.

With an exaggerated gulp, Kurt took the glass in hand and took a swig of the sugary concoction. As it went down his throat his face twisted and his lips puckered at how sweet it was. "Damn thats sweet."

"I know! We need eight more over here!" Blaine called to Nick and the other Warblers that were quickly mixing more shots and even pitchers of the sweet fluid.

They had been trapped in the small space for only five minutes and everyone was already very hyper. Blaine was talking a mile a minute, Kurt was giggling for no apparent reason, and most of the others were in some similar state of sugar-high.

"Let the games begin!" Wes said with a fake accent and flailed his arms dramatically. David, who was the only one not having any sugar, placed a top hat in the center of the circle.

"Where did you get a top hat?" Kurt asked in between giggles.

"Definitely not from your closet."

"Wesley." Kurt said with a threatening voice.

"Ill put it back right where I found it, I promise!"

"Fine, just explain the rules." Kurt took a sip from the water bottle Blaine had brought with him to try and calm himself down.

"Were going to start with a lock in staple, truth or dare." David paused while some of the warblers cheered and gathered in closer. "You pick a slip of paper from the hat and do whatever is written on it, whether it be a truth or dare. But if you dont want to do it, then you can take a sweet and sour shot."

Jeff grabbed a pitcher from the table and placed it in the middle or circle next to the hat. "A sweet and sour shot is a little bit of sugar, red bull, and lime juice all mixed together to leave your face permanently puckered."

"It cant be that bad." Kurt turned to Blaine, who was eyeing the pitcher with a nervous look "Is it?"

"Its horrific." Blaine confirmed.

"Ill go first!" Nick picked a slip of paper from the hat. "Ooo. I got a dare! Make up a poem about the person sitting to your right." Nick read from the paper and turned to Kurt who was at his right. "Ready to be humiliated?" Kurt was already blushing a little and he hid his face in his hands.

"Kurt, youre the bomb.

You are usually calm,

Unless Blaine is around.

Then you turn into a blubbering mound.

He nearly walked in on you naked,

Which I once did to David,

But lets be honest.

Blaine is the hottest.

And you would have pulled him into the shower with you."

Kurt was blushing furiously, Blaine had his face hidden behind a pillow, and Wes and David were dying of laughter. "That is the worst poem ever." Kurt said, still hiding behind his hands.

"I never said I was poet. But cheer up rosy cheeks! Its your turn." Nick shoved the top hat at Kurt, who grabbed at the first thing his fingers touched.

"Truth. If I could have- WHAT? Im supposed to answer that?"

Blaine giggled next to him. "Yes Kurt. Thats how you play the game."

"I know that, idiot. But this is, like, a dirty question."

David tried to suppress a laugh. "Did I forget to mention that most of the truths and dares are dirty?"

"Yes David. You forgot to mention that! Im not answering this, let alone reading it aloud."

"Then you have to take a shot." Jeff picked up the pitcher. "Ready?"

"Dont make Kurt drink that. Please!" Blaine pleaded.

"Then he has to answer the question."

Everyone turned to look at Kurt. "What are you going to do, Kurtie?" Jeff asked.

"Im... Ill... Fine. Ill answer the stupid question." He took a deep breath and read the question as quick as possible. "IfIcouldhaveaonenightstandwithanyoneintheroomwhowoulditbe? Blaine. There I answered the question. Is my turn done now?"

"I didnt quite catch the question." Nick teased. But everyone there heard it, including Blaine, whose face was as red as a tomato.

"Okay, well its my turn." Blaine reached in the hat and took out one of the scraps. "Dare, place an ice cube on the person to your lefts stomach and keep it there using only your lips." Blaine hadnt thought about it at all, quite used to these dares, until he realized Kurt was the person to his left. "Oh." He turned to look at Kurt. "Do you want to do this? I can just take the shot if youre uncomfortable."

"No, no, no, no. You two are destroying the awesomeness that a Warbler lock in is supposed to be." David was a little fed up. "Three more shots for everyone! And Jeff, add more sugar."

Three shots later everyone was back to their hyped up state. "I believe someone was supposed to be bent over Kurt right now, holding a freezing cold ice cube in place?" Thad said as he threw an ice cube at Blaine.

"Ooh, you ready for this Kurt?" Blaine tried to say it seductively as he placed the ice in his teeth, but failed when the ice slipped and he just looked like an idiot.

"Try me." Kurt winked, pulling his shirt up just a little bit and laid back on a pillow.

"Okay then." Without warning he placed the ice cube just over Kurts belly button, holding it there with his lips.

Shit, warn me next time. Thats fricken cold." Kurt squirmed.

"Theres going to be a next time?" Nick asked, thoroughly enjoying his front row seat to the display.

Kurt kept giggling and the ice cube kept moving, which was effectively melting it, but Blaines mouth kept getting closer and closer to the other boys navel. Once it was nearly gone, Blaine used his tongue to keep the ice still.

"Blaine!" Kurt nearly jumped in the air when he felt his tongue, causing the ice to fall off and Blaines head to collide face first with Kurts crotch.

Blaine dove a good three feet away, ending up sprawled over David and Wes who were both very amused. Kurt had managed to make it back up into a sitting position, clutching a pillow over his lap, his face beet red. Nick and Jeff were doubled over in tears of laughter.

"Lets just move on, okay?" Blaine made his way back to seat, leaving a lot of space between himself and Kurt.

Once everyone had gotten a chance to participate in truth or dare, David decided to move on to the next game. "Time for sugar- shot twister!"

In a weird practiced unison, everyone got up and started to move all the pillows around. Kurt wasnt quite sure what awkward, dirty twist they had made up for twister, but everyone was writing their names down on sticky notes so he did too.

"The rules for this game are a little different than actual twister, so pay attention Kurt." Wes was standing at the head of the twister mat watching Jeff place full shot glasses on each of the spots. "The object of the game is the same, to not fall down. But as youve assumed, we put a twist on the game. Four people will be chosen at random from the hat and they will be the ones to play. Everyone else gets to dictate their movements. We will use the spinner until every last shot glass and two people are cleared from the mat, but after that everyone whos not playing gets a turn to tell the final two where to move. And we like to get creative, because there is more than one way to make a person drop out."

"How do we get rid of the shots?"

"In order to place your hand or foot on a spot with a glass you have to drink it first."

"Well that doesnt sound too hard." Kurt leaned back against the wall, glad that the twist to twister wasnt that bad.

"Can I choose the people from the hat?" Jeff asked Wes.

"Sure."

"Awesome! Player one is..." He reached in and shuffled the papers around. "The one and only Blaine Devon Anderson!"

"Great." Blaine was now regretting his morally correct decision to place his own name in the hat and not writing down someone elses just so he wouldnt have to play the game. At Blaines first Warbler lock in, back when Sebastian was still liked and a Warbler, they were the final two and everyone else had managed to move them into a very compromising position. So now he really hated the game.

"Next up is... me! Yay! The third competitor is... Nick!" Nick nd Jeff high fived. "Finally we have... Kurt! Yes, best group ever!"

The four boys positioned themselves at one of the sides of the mat and David took the honors of spinning first. "Left foot, Red."

Kurt and Blaine were the final two in Twister. Nick and Jeff "fell" just after the final shot had been consumed.

"Blaine, move your right hand to the yellow next to the green that Kurts hand is on." Trent instructed after a quick discussion amongst the group about how awkward they wanted this to get.

"You cant pick certain dots for us. Just colors!"

"They actually can tell us exactly where to move." Blaine said as he moved his hand to the spot. "Thats why I hate this game."

"Yup, Blainey boy is right. Your right foot is going to the third red up, Kurt."

Kurt did as he was told and ended up hovering in a starfish like position just inches above Blaine. They both blushed furiously and tried to move their bodies away from each other without losing balance, but Kurts upper body strength was failing him and his arms were starting to twitch. "Blaine, Im going to fall any minute now, and unless you want this getting any more awkward, I suggest one of us just gives up."

"Okay." Blaine lowered his back to floor, officially making him the loser, and shimmied out from under Kurt.

"Oh, come on. You spoiled another game. You two are party poopers." Jeff pouted.

"Can we play something more fun? You know I hated that game anyways." Blaine and David folded up the game mat and tucked the box away.

"What about dirty minds?"

"Yes!" Blaine started jumping up and down like an excited child.

"Whats that?"

"Its really simple. Someone asks a riddle thats really an innuendo, and you have to keep a straight face and give the innocent answer." Blaine explained to Kurt.

The Warblers moved the pillows back into a circle and got comfortable, they had agreed that after this they would go to bed, so those that brought sleeping bags laid them out. "Were not going back to our rooms to sleep?"

"Its part of the experience, Kurt. Group bonding! You can share my sleeping bag since you dont have your own." Blaine offered.

"I guess. But thats just because I dont feel like getting cuddled by Nick.

"Hey! I find that offensive. And Blaine is a known cuddle whore."

"I am."

"Oh whatever."

"Ready?" David asked. "Remember, try not to laugh. What goes in dry and hard, but comes out wet and soft?"

Some of the kids giggled and Jeff had his head in Nicks shoulder to suppress his urge to laugh, but Kurt was laughing freely. "Kurt, you werent supposed to laugh. You totally just lost." Blaine poked Kurt in the side. "I thought you were a fierce competitor."

"I am." Kurt giggled some more. "But is their even a clean answer to that?"

"Yeah, its bubblegum."

"Bubblegum? I had different ideas."

"Next question. Whats at least 6 inches long, goes in your mouth, and is more fun if it vibrates?" Thad asked the question and the process continued. Kurt still found it hard to keep his giggle quiet, but by the time it had come around to be his turn he had noticed Blaine had never laughed once.

"How do you even win this game?"

"By not laughing, and currently Blaine is winning. He always does."

"Yeah, Im the champion. Never lost a game once."

"Well, Im the last person, so Im going to change that. Give me that question card, Nick." He moved to sit opposite Blaine. "You stick your pole inside me." Kurts voice had lowered and he moved his face to whisper in Blaines ear. "You tie me down to get me up." Kurt mad a daring move and placed a hand high on Blaines thigh. Blaine was biting his lip to try and keep from laughing. Or moaning. "I get wet before you do."

Blaine couldnt hold in it any longer. He wasnt sure why he was laughing because Kurt was whispering those things in his ear, and he was incredibly turned on, but he couldnt help but the find the situation somewhat comedic.

The rest of the room was cheering as they watched the champion curl up, clutching his sides from laughing so hard to the point where there were tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"I did it! I made you laugh! Yes!" Kurt pumped his fist in the air, then proceeded to join Blaine in laughing. He really could not believe that he just did that.

It sometime around three in the morning and Kurt could not sleep. Blaine was comfortably curled up on him because he was a snuggle monster, and Kurt would give anything to fall asleep cuddling with Blaine every night, but he just could not fall asleep. He was hot and the floor was too hard and the nights events just kept flashing before his eyes.

"Blaine, Blaine wake up." Kurt whispered and poked his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"I cant sleep."

He blinked blearily and untangled himself from Kurt. "Whats wrong? Why cant you sleep?"

"The ground is hard, and its hot, and I think too much."

"You wanna talk?"

"Could we?"

"Yeah, lets go. But be quiet."

They picked up their stuff and silently left the game room.

After putting the sleeping bag away, Blaine said, "Put your shoes on. Were going to the garden."

"But its past curfew!"

"Lets be dangerous rule breakers, then."

"Oh, Blaine, revealing your secret bad boy side just for me? Im so honored."

"Im always a bad boy for you, Kurt." He winked at Kurt and took him by the hand as they ran down the back staircase. They stayed hidden behind buildings and cars as they stealthily made their way across the campus.

Once at the garden they erupted in giggles, claiming that they were now badasses for sneaking out past curfew. But the laughter and adrenaline died down quickly and the atmosphere was serious as they sat down on their bench.

"Why did you bring me here, Blaine?"

"To look at the stars."

They were both looking up, marveling the beautiful twinkling light in the galaxy above them.

"I mean that second day, after I met you. This place is clearly special to you, and you brought me here with no worries that I would spoil it."

"How could you spoil a place like this?"

"With memories."

"Exactly. Kurt, I brought you here because you needed happy memories, and this place has always given me happy memories. But there was a reason I brought you here tonight, not just for looking at the stars."

"Whats that?"

"We need to talk about your past."

"No, we dont."

"Yes, Kurt, we do. Earlier at the party was amazing. It was great to see you so unreserved, and dare I say a tad daring. That was the real Kurt I was seeing and I really liked him. But I didnt like that the only way you could be yourself, truly yourself, was when intoxicated by extreme amounts of sugar. I want to see the real you all the time. But this Karofsky is making you stay hidden behind these walls that no one can climb. These horrible walls that are made of petrifying memories that have scarred you. You can act all you want, but I know that sometimes they resurface. I can see it in your eyes, they fill up with this terrifying raw emotion. I saw it in your eyes that night at the library. He was hurting you. He wasnt their physically, but they were mentally and you cant let someone beat you up on the inside forever. You asked me for help, you pleaded for it to stop, and Im trying Kurt. Im trying as hard as I can, but Im failing. You need to fight with me. Find your courage."

Kurts eyes were welling up with tears. "It started when I was twelve." Kurt broke down. He had never admitted this to anyone, ever. "He just came into my room. I was so naïve. And then he kissed me. I thought he was going to hit me again, but that was so much worse. And then the bullying just got even rougher and then a week later he did... more. And it went on like that for a year."

Blaine was holding Kurt, who at some part collapsed in his arms, knowing and trusting they would be there to comfort him. "Its okay, no one will hurt you now." Blaine was crying too. He couldnt believe any of this. Why are some people so horrible?

"Just before I was finally taken away from them, he took that final piece of me."

"Kurt." Blaine hugged him tighter, never wanting him to leave the safety of his arms. "Did he... rape you?"

"Yes." Kurt cried even harder, the syllable choked out and broken.

They stayed in their tight embrace until Blaine could pull himself together enough to ask another question. "Was that it?" It came out a plea, a final prayer that the boy was long gone from those times.

"No. I... they found my dad. I went home, and I made friends, but when I went to school... he was there. And he bullied me again, as if nothing had changed. But then he took me into a classroom one day. And made me get down on my knees... but I was used to it. I could just go like it never happened. But he threatened me afterwards. He told me no one would ever love me, and that he would hurt anyone who did. And Im used and worthless. He told me to kill myself. And that night in library, I just gave in. I couldnt handle it."

"Kurt, Kurt look at me." He looked Kurt straight in the face. "You are not used and worthless. You are a beautiful soul that deserves to stay on this earth. Youre strong and courageous, and you can handle anything. Always tell yourself that. And youre loved. You have the Warblers, your friends, and your dad. And me. I love you."

"Of course you do. Or else I wouldnt be here right now. But you dont love me... like that."

Blaine picked Kurt up and stood beneath the glimmering starts.

"Yes, Kurt, I do! Im in love with you! You are the single most gorgeous person Ive seen. And there arent even words to describe how beautiful your soul is. Ive thought that from the moment I saw you. Tears and all. I love you, Kurt. Would you be my boyfriend?"

"Yes, of course." Kurt was smiling, his tears happy now, as this idiot professed his love for him.

"I wanted to give you this." Blaine pulled out a small box from his back pocket. Kurt gasped. "Its a charm, for your necklace. Youve never told me about it, but Ive noticed how you always play with it. Like its a symbol of safety. I dont know what it means, but Ive always thought that it was like a little physical representation of your heart. Its always there, strong and tough, but it really wouldnt take that much to crush. But its so empty. Your heart shouldnt be empty. So I saw this and I just thought of you."

He placed a tiny little silver heart charm in his hand. It was simple and a little faded, but it was right. "The necklace was my mothers."

"What does it mean?"

"It means everything you just said. Blaine, this means so much to me, you have no idea. I... I love you."

They gazed into one anothers eyes, the world silent around them. The distance between their faces closed slowly, as did their eyes, and they kissed. It was chaste, slow, and full of all the love that there was no words for, yet at the same time heated and passionate because that was what the felt for one another; love and passion. 

They parted for breath as Kurt whispered "You lied."

"What about?" Blaine was afraid he did something wrong.

"You can climb my walls."

"No, we met at the top. You helped yourself too because you can conquer anything."

"Love conquers all."

"Cheesy."

"But true."