Kurt almost felt empty Monday morning as he strode through the hallways of William McKinley High School. After their conversation the day before, Kurt had finally persuaded Blaine to finish the tutoring session. They'd have plenty of time to explore another day, even Kurt was unsure of what type of exploration he was referring to. When it was time for Kurt to leave, he made sure to stay a good distance apart from Blaine to show that he was serious about what he wanted from all of this.

Kurt shut the door to his locker and turned only to unexpectedly come face to face with his step-brother.

"Finn!" Kurt tried to steady his breath, "You scared me."

"Sorry, bro." Finn gave a sheepish grin, "Hey, your dad told me to tell you that the Dalton School Guy called the house looking for you, and you should like- call him back, or something."

Kurt's eyebrows knitted together. "Thanks..." Don? Why was he calling? Was something wrong with Blaine? Kurt admonished himself. Why would he be notified if something was wrong with the boy he was tutoring? He'd only met the boy two days ago... it's not like Kurt was his emergency contact or something.

Kurt barely noticed when Finn left, patting him on the shoulder. He grabbed cell phone from his pocket, which he noticed was not on. That would explain why Finn had been left to relay the message about the call. Making his way to the bathroom, he found the number in his contacts and pressed send.

"Hello, Donald Williams, Dalton Reform - Activities Advisor. How may I help you?"

"Don? Hey, this is Kurt Hummel. My father told me you called."

"Ah, yes... Kurt, I'm sorry to tell you this, but you're fired."

Kurt's eyes widened, "F- Fired? You can't fire me; it's volunteer work." He paused, trying to wrap his brain around this information.

Don filled his silence, "Right, well. We are no longer in need of your services." But he quickly amended himself, "Scratch that. You're not allowed back."

Kurt sputtered, "On what grounds are you permanently banishing me from your facility?" He was really trying to be calm about this but... what?

"Inappropriate conduct." Don answered in short.

The words permeated Kurt's brain, working through each cell of it as quickly as possible. Blaine.

"Don, sir, please... you have to..." He took a breath trying to calm himself, "I need this to graduate. Please, help me out here. I understand that... what happened yesterday with Blaine was-"

"Inappropriate."

"Inappropriate." Kurt gritted his teeth, "Yes. Although, I'm sure that you haven't been clued in on the whole story..." Blaine. "I just- I need this in order to graduate, sir... if there was any way I could come back... Maybe- oh! I could tutor someone else! Someone... less interested in men, perhaps? I- I'm terribly sorry for any behavior that you may have taken as unprofessional, just- please, sir." Kurt was begging, groveling at this point.

There was a silence and Kurt bit his lip nervously, "I suppose that you could take over tutoring Wes. You've met him, right?"

Wes. Blaine's friend, Wes. The only other person that Blaine trusted besides Don.

"Yes, yes yes yes. I've met Wes." Kurt winced at the unintentional Dr. Suess-esque-ness of the sentence.

"Right. So that's settled then. I'll let Wes, his current tutor, and Blaine know what the situation is. I expect to see you bright and early Saturday morning." Don finished and Kurt could hear papers rustling in the background.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you so much, and I promise, I will not let you down."

As Kurt ended the call, the relief that had temporarily filled his mind had dissipated and replaced with volatile anger. How could Blaine do this to him? He almost ruined his chances of graduating high school and then he would have been forced to resort to flipping burgers at McDonald's for the rest of his life and Kurt Hummel wears a hair net for nobody.

The next time he saw Blaine he was going to- wait. Would he see Blaine again? He was tutoring Wes now and, well, sure he'd seen Wes while he was tutoring Blaine but... would they be taking extra care to make sure that the two of them weren't even in the same room as one another? That seemed a bit extreme, even given what had happened the day before.

It was all Blaine's fault. If he had just kept his damn hands and mouth to himself, none of this would be a problem. He wouldn't have just been reprimanded by someone who probably now thinks he's some sort of slut and he wouldn't have had a miniature crisis in which images of grease and cow fat flashed before his very eyes. He could have sworn he even smelt the disgusting stench of over-used oils and saturated fats. He shuddered before realizing that he was still in the bathroom and that he'd better get to class before his History teacher wrote him up.

With a scowl, he pushed all foul thoughts of how brutally and epically he would like to mutilate Blaine Anderson from his head and went to class.

The week moved on at a painfully slow pace and Kurt was willing it to be Saturday so that he could get the awkwardness of being removed as Blaine's tutor over with.

Mercedes gave him a distraction when she asked Kurt to go shopping with her on Wednesday afternoon. He delightedly agreed, looking for any chance to pass the time and definitely never willing to pass up a good shopping spree. When she brought up Kurt's tutoring duties, Kurt was suddenly brought back to reality; his mid flooded with images of Blaine and his eyes and the feeling of his tongue as it pressed against his neck.

"Kurt?"

Kurt blinked. Mercedes' raised eyebrow told him that he should be saying something right now. And when had they gotten to the food court and found a table?

"Eh- what?" He took a breath, trying to regain his composure.

"I said, 'any cute bad boys at that school?'"

Kurt coughed, "Oh." He chuckled nervously, "I've only seen like... five of the students..." He avoided the question.

"And?" She persisted.

"Maybe... one..." He admitted, unable to hide the pink coloring of his cheeks.

"Hold up. You're blushing! Is this 'one boy' anyone special?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Oh, he's special all right."

Mercedes clicked her tongue, "Seriously, Kurt. Spill!"

Kurt held his breath as he debated whether he should tell her and how much he should tell her about Blaine.

"He..." Kurt started, trying to find his words, "His name is Blaine. He's absolutely disgusting."

A look of utter confusion from his friend urged him to continue, "His mind is forever in the gutter which is probably why everything that comes out of his mouth is pure filth. He doesn't listen and he almost got me banned from the institution because he can't keep from mauling me every chance that he gets!" Kurt hadn't realized how much he needed to get all of that out. It definitely lifted a weight from his shoulders to have someone to talk to about this.

Mercedes was stunned into silence.

"But the worst of it is that he's so god damn attractive that I just forgive him. I-" want him. The words didn't make it out of his mouth, which Kurt was thankful for. The last thing he wanted was to over-share and have his friend make a big deal out of nothing.

Kurt felt a hand reach for his own and cover it, softly. "Don't let some pretty face stop you from saying 'no' to something that you don't want, Kurt. That ain't right." Mercedes spoke gently, looking at Kurt with a concerned expression.

No. No, oh no. She definitely had the wrong idea of what was happening.

"It's not. He's not. I- I hardly know him and as horrible as he is I- I can't..." He paused, unsure of what he was even trying to say, "There's so much to him than what he lets everyone see. I can tell... and I want to know him. Is that weird? Oh God, this is bad." Kurt instantly lowers his head to his arms that are folded on the table, in shame.

Mercedes shook her head, "No. Of course not. Just be careful, hon. I don't want to see you get hurt."

Kurt lifted his head, understanding her concern but still thinking it to be slightly unnecessary.

"Well it doesn't matter anymore. His horn-ball ways have thwarted any hopes of us getting to know each other."

"What did he do?" Mercedes' eyes widened.

Kurt sighed, "He kind of... well... I was tutoring him on Sunday and he kind of... was all over me. He has a very talented tongue." The words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them and Mercedes choked on a gulp of soda.

"Oh God, that sounds way worse than I meant it." Kurt blushed, "He just was kind of kissing my neck and whatever..." Kurt waved his hand dismissively. "Apparently the study rooms have cameras and what Blaine and I were doing was considered inappropriate. The program Chair called me and told me I wasn't allowed back, but I begged him to let me stay. He agreed, but I'm not Blaine's tutor anymore. I don't know if I'll even see him again." His tone was far too weak for his liking toward the end.

"That boy did a number on you. You haven't even known him for a week!" she laughed.

Kurt frowned a bit, "Like I said... I want to know him." Kurt paused, remembering what Blaine had told him a few days ago, "And, interestingly enough... he wants to know me."

When Saturday finally arrived, Kurt was on edge. On one hand, he was thankful to have the opportunity to go back to Dalton and finish out his volunteer work to graduate... but on the other hand, he really wished that it was Blaine he was tutoring.

Don had called him the day before to tell him what subjects Wes needed help with. It seemed Chemistry was also one of his poor subjects, as was Math.

Kurt had his materials ready for the day and headed out the door at seven in the morning. Upon his arrival, Don greeted him in the rec room, ushering him towards the table that Wes was sitting. Kurt saw the familiar head of dark curls sitting at the same table and he felt the muscles in his stomach clench. As he approached the table, he noticed Andy talking to Blaine, signaling to him with a warning glance. Andy's eyes flickered to where Kurt was, before returning back to Blaine's. Kurt vaguely wondered if it had even happened but the answer came as he saw Blaine's head turn in his direction.

Kurt saw the slow, deep intake of breath that moved Blaine's whole body at the sight of him. His skin prickled at the thought that he could produce such an effect. Kurt tried to avoid eye contact, but he could feel Blaine's eyes on him as he reached the table where the two boys were seated.

"Blaine," Don spoke firmly, glancing at the clipboard in his hand, "I do believe your new tutor will be arriving any minute now."

"No offense, Don..." The sound of Blaine's voice sent a shock through Kurt's body. He hadn't realized how much he missed it. "But I don't give a flying fuck."

Kurt looked at him, slack jawed. His anger was evident, not only in his words, but in the hard lines of his face. The way his jaw was set, the fire alight in his eyes. He was not happy, and Kurt couldn't help but think it was because he didn't want a new tutor. He hoped the reason behind Blaine's anger was that he wanted Kurt.

Don huffed in response, "Well you brought this upon yourself, Blaine. I'm sorry."

Blaine snorted, "Like hell you are."

"Blaine." Kurt hadn't meant to speak, but well... there it was.

Blaine's eyes met his and it was as if nothing would ever be the same. The millisecond of softness that Kurt saw in those hazel eyes was enough to render him speechless. There was something else there, though... and it made Kurt's heart drop down to his feet. Pain. He looked like he was physically hurting. It made something boil in Kurt chest; made him want to take Don's clipboard and smack him repeatedly over the head with it because no one should look so hurt and it was all Don's fault.

When did he make the decision to turn the blame on someone else? The past week, he'd been thinking of how awful Blaine was because he had put his academics in jeopardy, and now he's sitting her blaming Don for it all? It wasn't Don's fault that Blaine was compulsive and couldn't stop himself from attaching himself to Kurt as much as possible. It was Blaine's fault. That's what he had been telling himself. But... seeing this look of pure despair -a look that lasted all of one second, but Kurt couldn't have missed it- he could not find it in himself to blame Blaine. He didn't want to let Kurt go. He wanted to get to know him... he'd told him that. And here was Don, stomping on something that hadn't even begun to develop.

Kurt didn't say anything else; the tension was palpable between him and Blaine. Don cleared his throat and gave Kurt and Wes their study room assignment before calling a guard over to escort them.

No words were passed between him and Blaine, but as Kurt left the rec room, he noticed that Blaine's eyes never strayed from Kurt's face.

His face. Not his ass, or his thighs, or his chest. The line of sight was definitely directed toward his face. Kurt inwardly cursed the universe for the turn of events. Now that he and Blaine weren't going to be anywhere near each other alone, he chooses to have all of these feelings. When just last week, the only thing he really seemed interested in was getting into his pants. What a twisted fate he was left to deal with.

Wes and Kurt made their way to the study room in a slightly awkward silence. Kurt could tell that Wes knew something. Blaine trusted him... he must have told him something about what had happened to land them all in this situation.

The guard shut slammed the door shut after ushering them inside and just like that, they were alone.

"Right." Kurt swung his arm to the side, reaching into his bag and pulling out a few pieces of paper and two pens. "We should probably get to work."

Wes agreed, and they sat down at the desk, Kurt pulling the chemistry book out from the bookshelf. They worked for a few hours and every once in a while Kurt felt uneasy. Wes would look at him with an unreadable expression and open his mouth as if he were about to say something, but seemed to decide against it.

As their study session started coming to a close, the looks became more frequent and just as Kurt was about to say something, Wes sighed loudly.

"Listen, Kurt." His voice was considerably quiet considering it was only the two of them in the room. Kurt gave him his full attention, "Blaine... he's getting on my last nerve, okay?" Kurt felt a twinge of anger at Wes' words but let him continue, "He won't shut up about how Don is a huge asshole and how he was making a big deal out of nothing and whatever; I don't make it a habit to get super involved in shit that he does." He took a breath, "We kind of all have to fend for ourselves here. But like I said, he trusts me."

Kurt nods, but doesn't say anything as Wes reached into his pocket, "He wanted me to give you this." He placed the object on the table between them, hidden by his hand.

Kurt sent him a confused look, but Wes took his hand and replaced his own with it over the object on the table. "One P.M., Room 314."

Kurt felt the jagged edges, pulling the object towards his body, twirling it in his fingers once he knew it was out of sight of the camera. A key.

"You'll need it to open the door to the hallway and the room."

Kurt's mind was reeling. He'd just been given a key... to which he had no idea where it led... and Blaine wanted him to have it... what was even happening right now?

"What-?"

"It's best not to ask questions when it comes to Blaine." Wes held a hand up to deflect any further inquisition, "Just... third floor... hallway one... room four. One o'clock." he insisted.

Kurt nodded. It's all he seemed to be able to do. He was utterly confused and the only thing that would clear it up was going to follow Wes' orders. Blaine's orders?

They collected their materials and rang the bell to be let out of the room. Kurt glanced at the clock on the way out: 12: 46pm. They were led back to the rec room where Andy greeted them warmly and Blaine was nowhere to be found.

It wasn't hard to get around Dalton. The security detail only seemed to notice you if you were wearing a red polo and khaki slacks. They didn't really question you otherwise. Kurt made his way back to the elevator, pressing the 'three' button and taking a deep breath as he watched the doors close.

Hallway one was to his right as soon as he stepped off of the elevator. Making sure no one was around, he used the newly acquired key to open the door and quickly stepped inside. He took a few steps, noticing that there were identical red doors on each side of the hallway. He didn't have to venture far before he got to room four.

Using the key once again, he gave one final surveying look around the hallway before turning the doorknob and letting himself it.

He hadn't known what to expect, of course, when Wes had given him the key and directions. But the one thing he definitely did not expect to be on the other side of the door, was Blaine Anderson, sitting in his bed, clad in an undershirt and boxers.