It was 6:30PM and he hadn’t seen Blaine today.

It had been several weeks since he had broken up with his girlfriend Rachel and, you could also say, with his previous life.

Blaine usually wandered around the halls of the school, but being alone didn’t affect him at all.

He was always using his mobile and was always (and when I say always I mean always) smiling.

He had stopped wearing a leather jacket and he had loosened up the hair gel a bit too. He had taken the bad boy image and put it aside. But that didn’t mean people had lost respect. Everyone still feared him, Kurt could feel it.

Maybe Blaine was no longer the bad boy that picked on everybody. Maybe he was tired of pretending to be someone he was not. Maybe something had changed. Maybe someone had changed.

Kurt felt increasingly more comfortable around him. Kurt had never been afraid of Blaine before, but the fact that he had stopped calling him Lady Hummel or pushing him, was a great improvement.
Kurt could not help but smile when he thought about how his relationship with Blaine had changed since they had been paired in French. They weren’t close friends that told each other everything that happened on their lives, but Kurt just never believed he could have a conversation longer than two minutes with someone like Blaine. But he had never been more wrong in his life.

Apart from his new friendship with Blaine, Kurt could not stop thinking about the other person. That person that had been talking to him for months. That person that made his heart beat faster than ever every time he saw the screen of his phone light up. They talked all the time. Day and night. Everything and nothing at once.

Of course Kurt was intrigued who the person hiding behind those messages was, but somehow, he felt the tension and intrigue was what kept alive their relationship. Besides that, Kurt still did not want to think what would happen if the person behind the messages had vagina.

“Sorry. I’m late.” Blaine suddenly appeared in front of him, leaving his bag on the table and looking for an empty chair in the library.

“Well, yeah, don’t think I haven’t noticed.” Kurt looked at Blaine as he tried to ask the girl at the next table if the chair in front of her was vacant. Kurt laughed inside. The girl had short, dark and thin hair. She was small and she looked really fragile. She was reading a book and from what Kurt could see, it was a John Green’s book. Blaine seemed really frustrated because the girl didn’t even deign to look at him. No eyes off her book.

“What is wrong with you??!! Is this seat taken or not?” Blaine repeated one last time.

“Her name is Nadia and she’s an exchange student. She’s from France. I don’t think she understands a word you’re saying.” Kurt finally clarified.

“Oh.” Blaine mouthed, putting the chair next to Kurt. “And you thought it’d be funny watching me getting frustrated.”

“It was, in fact.”

“Va te faire foutre.” Blaine said smiling and looking at Kurt. But unluckily, Nadia thought he was addressing at her and she stormed out the library crying and cursing in French. Both Kurt and Blaine watched her go in silence. “Did she think..?”

“Yeah, she totally did.” Kurt reassured.

“I should probably find her and apologize…” What the hell happened to Mr I Am Better Than You, Kurt thought. “I mean I-” Blaine kept on talking about how he didn’t want to make her feel bad because it was probably really difficult being an exchange student and make friends and she seemed to be shy, but Kurt had stopped listening.

And then Kurt saw it.

He had not really stopped to look at Blaine since he had entered, but now that he was less than a meter away, he noticed it.

Blaine was wearing a red polo shirt with the buttons undone, so that if you stare at it, you could see the huge bruise with the size of a fist on his chest.

“Blaine.” Kurt finally said, cutting him off and not directing his sight away from the bruises.

It took Blaine a few seconds to understand what was happening. He quickly buttoned his shirt and looked both ashamed and mad.

“It’s nothing. I hit myself with the stair railing this morning and i-“

“You don’t have to lie to me.” Kurt whispered in a low voice, not taking his eyes off where the bruise had been visible a few seconds ago. “I mean, you can keep on lying to yourself, but I don’t think that is going to do you any goo-”

“I’m okay.” Blaine said without giving it more importance.

“You can count on me, you know that, right?” Kurt looked in his eyes and approached his hand to Blaine’s carefully, not wanting to scare him off. Blaine watched his hands being slowly surrounded by Kurt’s and he did nothing to shake them off him. “We can talk about what happened if you want to, but if you don’t I will truly understand you, Blaine. I just don’t want you to feel you are alone. Because you aren’t. You know that too, right?” Blaine nodded.

It was nice, Blaine thought have someone really caring about you.

“I think we should start with the research now.” Blaine replied pointing at the French history magazines resting on the table. “Unless you want to keep holding hands and see if the work gets done by itself.” Kurt laughed and put his hands away from Blaine’s quickly. Kurt’s hands were soft and cold, but Blaine almost protested at the loss of the warm touch.

Kurt blushed a little and Blaine couldn’t get his eyes off him.

Blaine had to admit he was truly gorgeous when he blushed.

His cheeks became light pink and his lips were a thin line growing into a smile.

His hair was perfectly coiffed and his eyelashes seemed infinite.

He was wearing a white and almost transparent t-shirt that stopped at his wrists.

His jeans were tight and in fact they seemed to be cutting his circulation off, but he always wore tight pants so he had probably gotten used by now.

He didn’t stop to look at all the accessories he was wearing because there were too many, but Kurt was really into fashion. Blaine could say that.

Kurt, still blushing, refused to look directly at Blaine. But he was glad he didn’t. Staring at him like that was probably illegal or at least punishable.

Blaine watched him during a few minutes more while Kurt was reading an article about the French Revolution. He was such a peaceful and great-hearted person. He was always willing to help people, even if they had been assholes to him. He forgave everyone, no exceptions. Everyone deserves a second chance he had told Blaine once. And although Blaine thought some people didn’t, he admired how pure Kurt’s heart was.  

And for a second, before going back to You are straight thoughts, Blaine Anderson was sure he was falling for Kurt Hummel.

It was 8:00PM and Blaine suddenly got up and began putting all the notebooks and magazines he had brought into his bag. Kurt looked at him perplexed, holding an article he was reading.

“Where are you going?”  he asked slowly, still looking confused.

“You mean we.” Blaine winked at him and kept on putting the papers inside his bag. He seemed to be in a hurry.

“What? Mmmm no, I’m not going anywhere.” He replied surprised and pointed at the pile of French magazines. “And you neither. We have to finish this up. We still have to read this magazine of-”

“C’mon, Hummel! Live a little!” Blaine said raising his hands to emphasize, looking like a 5 year old who had been told no to play with the other kids at the park.

“Okay you go to that party, Anderson, but you’ll have to do your part of the work at hom-”

“You will have too.” Blaine began gathering all the other magazines left on the table and put them all inside Kurt’s bag. “Let’s go have fun!” He grabbed Kurt’s arm, trying to put him standing.

“Waaaaait a second, Anderson!” Blaine was pulling his arm, but Kurt stopped him. He got up and straightened his clothes. “At least tell me where we are going.” He claimed calmly.

“To Puck’s annual winter party.” Blaine’s face was lighted up and a huge smile drew on his face.

“But I thought you guys were like broken up…I don’t mean like boyfriends that have broken up …I-i know you are not gay…I mean …like, you know, friends.” Kurt babbled. Sometimes it was really hard to concentrate when Blaine Anderson was looking directly at you and he seemed to be literally staring at your soul with his huge eyes.

Blaine laughed.

Aren’t you cute, Hummel, getting nervous around me.

“Silly, that doesn’t mean I don’t know when he’s throwing a party.” He patted Kurt’s shoulder.

“But Blaine, let’s be honest…we are probably not invited.” Kurt supposed.

“Well, I just invited ourselves.”

Blaine made his way through the crowd, trying to get to the drinks table really fast and Kurt followed him a few meters behind.

There were drunk people on the left, drunk people on the right, drunk people on the sofas, drunk people on the tables, drunk people making out with drunk people…to sum up, everyone was drunk except them.

It was only 10PM, but from the visible house damages and the state of people, the party seemed to have been going on for hours.

Kurt didn’t really understand why he had accepted going to the party with Blaine, but maybe some change would do him good.

He wasn’t a party person, but Blaine had smiled so big when he had said yes that Kurt hadn’t been able to look him in the eyes and tell him no. Kurt was sure after seeing the bruise that Blaine was dealing with some kind of violent stuff at home and getting drunk for a night and forget about everything for a while wouldn’t damage Blaine at all.

It is just one night. You are doing this to make Blaine feel better. Kurt reminded himself.

Puck suddenly appeared in front of Blaine which made him stop.

“Who invited you?” Puck said holding a drink, looking at them with his eyes almost closed. He staggered from side to side and Kurt was sure that wasn’t the first drink he had had that night.

“Me.” Blaine replied, ignoring him and trying to walk away from him.

“And him?” Noah pointed Kurt with his drink.

“Also me.” Blaine winked and grabbed Kurt by the hand so he wouldn’t lost him. “Now get off.” Puck was still standing there in the middle of everyone with a puzzled expression when Kurt last saw him, but he forgot about them as soon as he saw a girl shaking his ass next to him.

Boys are so simple sometimes Kurt thought.

Once they reached the drinks table, Blaine inspected every bottle. He threw away the empty ones and searched the tag on the full ones to see what they were filled with.

Meanwhile, Kurt just waited for him to make his decision, looking at the decoration of the room. Blaine finally took one that said absolut vodka.

“What do you want to drink?” Blaine asked him while pouring vodka on a red cup.

“Nothing. I am the designated, remember?” Kurt replied sharply. He was really regretting coming to the party. He had nothing in common with all the people there. They were all screaming and drunk and kissing each other and throwing up and Kurt wanted to disappear. But he knew he was the only friend Blaine had right now.

“Want to taste mine?” Blaine offered him his cup and Kurt took a sip. He instantly regretted it. It tasted bitter, with a slight taste of coke and most of all, it tasted like strong alcohol. Blaine stared at him amused and laughed. Kurt kept making weird faces like he had just eaten a sock. “You like it?”

“It tastes like…” he seemed to look for the right word. “hell.”

They laughed together and Blaine took a long sip from his cup. He tilted his head and leaded Kurt to the centre of the crowd to dance.

Kurt felt his body squashing until they found a spot where they could actually breathe.

The music was loud and Blaine began dancing to “We found love” on his own at the same time he drank from his cup with a straw.

Kurt watched him for a few minutes until he realized everyone was too drunk to see how bad of a dancer Kurt Hummel was. Or so he thought.

Blaine, who was by now drunk, got closer to him and started dancing with him.

“D-do ya hear da song, Kurt, do you?” Blaine almost shouted near Kurt’s ear.

“Yes.” Kurt smiled.

“Well it is m-m-y favourite song ev-er!!!!” Blaine’s breath was pure alcohol.

And they danced together to “Teenage Dream” without them realising how much the song was going to mean to them in a future.

It was 12PM and Kurt had definitely lost Blaine.

The last time he had seen him, he was fighting with Rachel (who was making out with a football player on the staircase) and had called her “a slut”. Then Kurt had had to stop him and get him out of the house for a while.

Fresh air was always helpful to cool minds down.

Then he decided to go back inside and Kurt had stayed a little longer outside. But once he had entered the house again, Blaine was nowhere to be found.

Well there is just one door at the house, he will have to leave this way Kurt thought as he sat on the grass outside the house again.

He took his mobile from his pocket and re-read the last conversation he had had with the mysterious person. He then decided to text.

OUTGOING TEXT:

Hey! How are you? We haven’t spoken in two days! Are you okay? :)

A few minutes later, Kurt’s mobile buzzed. 

INCOMING TEXT:

Heyyyrr right I kneow I msied u but I ahve been sbusyy

Kurt laughed. So they were both at a party. Maybe even at the same party. The only difference is that Kurt was sober and the other person was probably drunk as fuck.

OUTGOING TEXT:

Are you at a party?

 INCOMING TEXT:

Yees how did ya kwno

OUTGOING TEXT:

Are you at Puck’s party?

INCOMING TEXT:

Yeaaha are u herea too??1!

OUTGOING TEXT:

Yes. Hey, is someone driving you home after? I don’t want you to drive drunk.

INCOMING TEXT:

Yess tehre is soemone dribving me home latr btu we could see each othr maybs on pucks bedrom in 5 mitnues?

OUTGOING TEXT:

Hahaha oh no, honey, that’s not how we said things would go. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait till graduation.

INCOMING TEXT:

But I awnt u now

Kurt didn’t reply to the last message.

Maybe because he didn’t know how to reply.

Or maybe because he did know how to reply, but felt it wasn’t the right moment.

Kurt sure felt something for the person, but not knowing really who that person was, made things more difficult and confusing for him.

INCOMING TEXT:

dont u want mea

Kurt just ignored the following messages and went inside the house again. It was time to find Blaine before he got into a fight again or decided to punch someone.

 “Oh yeah baby” someone groaned.  “Keep doing that.”

Blaine looked around, disoriented, suddenly realising what was happening.

All was dark. And he was nude. Like really nude.

WHERE THE FUCK I AM? WHERE IS KURT? WHAT AM I DOING?

He had a girl on him and the girl was really nude too. He could feel her boobs against his chest and he was suddenly turned off.

She was kissing his neck and her hands were roughly grabbing his ass. She begged him to move or do something since he had stopped, but Blaine was too busy trying to understand everything.

They were on Puck’s bedroom?? And they were about to have sex?? No way.

“Sara??” Blaine recognised her. She was moaning and took Blaine’s hand and put it in her clitoris, but he looked disgusted at her and get up. “Sorry…I-I have to- go…yes- I go an-and find Kurt.”

He put on his boxers and pants as quickly as he could, trying to get away from her as fast as it was possible. He picked up his t-shirt and his shoes and closed the door when he left. He ignored her calling him and telling him that everyone would hear about that, but being honest, Blaine didn’t give a fuck. He had to find Kurt and make sure he was okay.

“Blaine?” Kurt called from behind him. “Why are you shirtless?” asked confused. “Where were you? I’ve been looking for you for hours!” But then, something made click inside Kurt’s brain and his jaw slowly dropped. He looked kind of disappointed.

Blaine didn’t have time to process everything that had happened in the last few minutes. He was still drunk and everything was spinning around and around and around.

“Can w-we sit do-own?” everything was fuzzy and Kurt asked if he was okay over and over again. Blaine sat down in the floor and put his hands on his head, pressing really hard to make the headache go away. He then began seeing black spots and getting dizzy.

Kurt kneeled down next to him and stroked his back.

“I will drive you home once you feel better.” Kurt calmed him.

“Yo-ou look ho-t.” Blaine whispered leaning on him. He couldn’t see Kurt’s reaction because he got up quickly, not even conscious of what he was doing anymore.

And just before Blaine fainted, Kurt was there to catch him.