A wall of sound and smell hit Blaine immediately as he opened the doors to the abandoned gym wing. Every inch of his body was vibrating with anticipation. A group of maybe a hundred Dalton boys were in a circle in the center of the room: two boys were in the middle. Blaine recognized them. William Benning and Tyson Craig were new freshmen who had tried out for the Warblers with Kurt. Two weeks after that they joined the Dalton Fight Club. From the looks of things, William was definitely going to win this fight if Tyson’s busted nose, lip, and limp were anything to go by.

From over the crowd Wes and David caught sight of Blaine. The two council members weaved their way through the crowd towards the junior member. With a closer look it was plain to see that David had already entered into a match. His eye was already starting to swell a little and his collarbone was a light pink, that’s gonna look nasty tomorrow Blaine thought to himself.

“Hey man, you ready to jump in?” Wes asked with a grin.

Blaine lifted his chin a little, “oh yeah. Who’s the victim?”

“Cocky tonight aren’t we Anderson.” David chuckled. Blaine shrugged with a face enveloping smile.

“Well, depending on the out-“ Before Wes could finish the crowd let out a roar of elation. The three boys looked over to see Tyson falling to his knees and getting a face full of concrete. William threw his fists into the air and cheered not-so-graciously and pointed into the crowd shouting, “who’s next? Hm?”

“Kick his ass Blaine.”

“Put that freshman prick in his place.”

“Hey,” Blaine said in a warning tone, “don’t forget that you wanted that freshman prick to be a Warbler, Wes .”

Wes merely shrugged his shoulders with a blank expression, “hey man, I checked my gavel at the door.”

“Right, like you didn’t pack it in your gym bag Wesley. Ow!” Wes punched David in the collarbone.

Blaine shook his head wondering why the two were his best friends in the first place, and placed his gym bag on a nearby chair. It had been too long, he thought, since he had been in a good fight. In fact Blaine hadn’t appeared in Fight Club for a few weeks because of all the time he had been spending with Kurt. Kurt. A cold shiver ran down his spine. He was the only reason he had even come tonight. It was Friday night and Kurt had gone home to eat dinner with his family. He hadn’t been home since his transfer three weeks ago and decided it was about time to visit home again. Blaine didn’t like it. Not one bit. He didn’t like the idea of Kurt going anywhere near Mckinley, not while there was a possible threat on his life. That threat being Karofsky. That behemoth made Blaine’s blood run cold and his fists clench into tight balls. Just the thought of that asshole landing one hand on Kurt made him want to punch something, anything. That’s why Blaine needed to come tonight. He needed to let out some of this anger before he blew a casket.

“So, who’s it gonna be?” William asked again.

“How ‘bout me?”

The crowd turned to look at Blaine in bewilderment. Those who knew Blaine and his reputation in the fights looked back at William and laughed. Idiot. William crooked his finger towards Blaine, giving him a cocky toothy smile. Just wait, Blaine thought, I’m going to knock that smile right off your face. Blaine stepped into the circle, facing the freshman.

“You’re going down twinkletoes.”

Really? Is that all he had? “We’ll see about that.”

Wes stepped up to the two and commenced the fight. William automatically took three steps towards Blaine going for a right uppercut into his jaw. The Warbler easily dodged the attack, twirling to the other side of the boy and elbowing him in the stomach. William grunted in pain before moving in again. He swiped his foot under Blaine’s making him trip momentarily and getting a good shot at his jaw. Blaine staggered back before swiftly faking a left uppercut, which William went to block, and instead got a solid hit on the side of the boy’s head with a corkscrew punch. The boy howled in pain. He stepped back slightly to touch the spot. Blood. He glared at Blaine menacingly. William charged Blaine throwing punches every which way.

“Too slow.” Blaine grinned as he brought his knee into the boys gut. William doubled over on his knees with a muffled thud. “That all you got Jr.?” The freshman didn’t answer. Blaine was hardly out of breath and a little disappointed. He was looking forward to a more challenging fight. Then again, not much is a challenge when you are the reigning champion.

The crowd around them erupted into chants of Blaine’s name and choruses of acclaim. He could already feel the high of the win adding to the rush of the fight. His eyes drifted across the crowd, looking to each face as they watched him in wonder. One face was twisted in pain and what looked like fear. Wait. Blaine knew that McQueen scarf like the color of the sky. But why was he here? How did he-

Blaine cried out in pain as a fist collided with his back. A kidney punch! But that move was illegal! Surely William knew this. Blaine looked up and saw a devilish look on William’s face. The boy wrapped his arm around Blaine’s neck and caught him in a clinch.

“You know what, Anderson,” William grunted as he tried to keep Blaine in place, “when I take you down I’m gonna look so good to any guy in this place that I’ll have my pick of whoever I want. For example, like Kurt. He’s here anyway, and when he sees how much better I am than the Blaine Anderson, he’ll beg for me to fuck him.”

The mention of Kurt’s name froze Blaine immediately. His eyes darted around again, looking for that porcelain face. He was there standing in the inner ring in front of everyone. His face pulled in worry, fascination and… was that awe? Why was Kurt here in the first place? He wasn’t supposed to know Blaine fought. Wes and David appeared beside the boy with apologetic faces. Of course Wes and David were the ones to tell Kurt. Anger and disappointment in himself surged through Blaine in an instant. No one was going to lay another hand on Kurt, not as long as he had anything to say about it. Blaine slammed his foot down onto William’s bear toes and threw his head back. William howled in pain, holding his head as he fell backwards. Blaine didn’t spare him any time before he used an uppercut across the boy’s jaw and landed a kick in his chest. William lost all hope of breath. He attempted to get a hit in but Blaine was ruthless. He slid his leg down to the ground and caught William’s legs so that he started to fall to his knees. Blaine caught him around the middle and slammed his knee into his stomach with a painful crunch.

William fell to Blaine’s feet with a heavy thud but that didn’t stop the sophomore. He went down on the pretty boys face and hit it a few more times roughly.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

William tapped out quickly. The sound brought Blaine back to reality and he had to physically, and a reluctantly he had to admit, pull himself away from the broken looking boy. With one last menacing glare to the freshman he turned away. The crowd’s voices had resounded in Blaine’s ears and they were all shouting and chanting his name. Wes and David rushed up with huge smiles on their faces.

“Nice job Blainers!”

“Yeah man, it’s nice to have ya back in the ring. It’s about time someone showed that damn freshman who’s boss around here.”

Any other time Blaine may have let their words fill his ego just a bit and played them off, but right now he was stressing about a certain guy hating his guts. He looked around his best friends to see Kurt standing with his hands behind his back. He seemed so out of place. Kurt was wearing tight white skinny jeans tucked into his trademark knee high laced up boots. The checkered McQeen scarf he saw from earlier was perfectly wrapped over a black cardigan and white v-neck. Kurt would never cease to impress Blaine with how well he stood out in a crowd but never seemed to be any less perfect.

Blaine pushed past the two seniors and stood in front of Kurt nervously. The previous in-control-kick boxer was now a shy teenager in the presence of one Kurt Hummel. “H-hey Kurt.”

“Blaine, oh my God, I had no idea you could fight like that!” Kurt nearly shouted.

Blaine’s eyes shot up to Kurt’s in utter surprise. Kurt was smiling so big Blaine thought his face might crack. “I never would have guessed that the Hulk was underneath that uniform this whole time.”

“Wait, so you’re not mad that I didn’t tell you? Or that I-that I’m not so perfect like you thought I was?”

Kurt rolled his eyes and took his hand tightly in his own, “Blaine we all have our little secrets. I’m just glad this wasn’t drinking or late-night karaoke bar visits. So I guess I should never make you angry, huh?”

“You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”

Blaine waggled his eyebrows and Kurt barked out a laugh, punching his shoulder playfully.