Okay, new story. I will continue it if people like it.

I don't own Glee. :(


Two months ago…

"Hey, Karofsky, wait up!" The thin teen called as he sprinted down the hall to catch up to the larger boy. The boy turned around in confusion, not recognizing the voice calling out to him. The met right outside classroom A201. English for seniors. "So you're a senior, huh?" A cocky grin greeted the confused boy.

"Uh, yeah…" he began cautiously, eyeing the equally tall boy. "Who are you?" He received a laugh in reply. Karofsky shuffled his feet and eyed his first block class, trying to figure out an escape plan. The boy in front of him was seriously unnerving.

"You mean you don't recognize me?" The thinner boy feigned shock and was met with a blank stare. A smirk graced his handsome face as he continued playing with the senior. "'Cuz I recognize you, Bear Cub." Karofsky grit his teeth and his hand instinctively formed a fist.

"I don't know what you're talking about…" he turned to enter his class, his heart pumping quickly, palms sweaty. He was seriously uncomfortable about the other boy calling him that nickname.

"Don't worry, Smokey. I won't start any wildfires." He winked. Karofsky turned his head, glaring, while standing in the doorway.

"Who. Are. You?" His tone was threateningly serious.

"Smythe. Sebastian Smythe at your service." And with a tip of his imaginary hat, he was gone.


Kurt and Blaine walked down McKinley's hallway together. They didn't hold hands or sling their arms around each other, but they stood close and smiled at each other whenever their arms would brush.

"Blaine," Kurt began softly, looking at the other boy shyly through his eyelashes.

"Yes, Kurt?" His boyfriend replied, goofy grin spreading across his face.

"I am so glad you transferred to be here for me. I still can't believe someone like you would want to be with me." Blaine stopped walking and put his arms on Kurt's shoulders, meeting his eyes seriously.

"I can't believe someone like you would go for a nutball like me." He replied with an affectionate smile and got on his toes to kiss his boyfriend on the nose. Kurt giggled cutely. "And anyways," Blaine continued as they exited the school, "my heart is here with you." Kurt blushed and began to protest.

"But the Warblers-"

"Kurt," Blaine interrupted. "Before I left Dalton, that's all you kept asking me to do, and now that I'm here, you're telling me I shouldn't have?"

"No!" Kurt practically yelled as they reached his car. "I love having you here with me. I just don't want you to hate me or blame me for it if something goes wrong." He leaned against his car, too preoccupied with their conversation to worry about his clothes.

"No regrets, just love." Blaine sang softly, placing a gentle and loving kiss on his boyfriend's lips. Kurt smiled happily and bit his lip, trying to think of a cute reply. Blaine leaned in and kissed him again, but that time it was harder and more intently. Kurt felt a tongue prod his lips and arms slide around his waist. He panicked and pulled back. The two boy's noses touched and their chests heaved as they took breaths in. Their eyes met, slightly crossed, but focused on the other person.

"Kurt," Blaine broke the silence, but Kurt interrupted him in a quietly forceful way.

"I've got to go, okay? I'll see you tomorrow." He gave his boyfriend a forced smile and walked over to the driver's side of the car to get in.

"I love you…" Blaine muttered meekly.

"I love you, too." Kurt said quietly out the window before he rolled it up and drove out of the school parking lot. Blaine waved but either didn't notice or didn't care to wave back.


Karofsky sat at the bar looking on to the dance floor. Couples were making out and dry humping to the tempo of techno flooding through the club's speakers. Other couples at least had the decency to go in a corner, but most seemed comfortable flaunting themselves and their partner to everyone. Or they were too drunk to notice that's what they were doing.

"Your water?" the bartender asked skeptically. Karofsky nodded and thanked him, receiving a raised eyebrow and scoff in reply.

"T.G.I.F, right?" A seductive voice sounded directly in his ear. He swiveled in his chair to face the owner of that voice.

"S-Sebastian?" Karofsky's voice caught in his throat as his breath hitched. His eyes slid up and down the other boy's body.

"I know, I look hot." He did. His dark jeans hugged his thighs, butt and other desirable areas and the white v-neck he wore showed off part of his chest and lay nicely on his abs. "I play lacrosse." He explained as he saw the larger boy staring at his stomach.

"Football." He countered, dragging his eyes up to Sebastian's sweaty face. His hair was mussed and lips already kiss swollen.

"I know. Let's go dance." He grinned, pulling on the larger boy's arm.

"I don't dance."

"I say you can!" They both stopped for a second. "Forget I just quoted High School Musical and come dance with me." Karofsky relented simply to get the other boy to leave him alone. They began to dance, Sebastian with no inhibitions, and Karofsky awkwardly swaying side to side.

"Hey, we're the same height." Karofsky grunted.

"That's a problem." Sebastian said, though he seemed completely unperturbed.

"And why is that?" He enquired.

"We both play sports and we're the same height. Who's gonna top when we have sex?" Karofsky recoiled.

"WHAT?"

"You're right. You can top. I bet you have a huge-"

"Oh God, Sebastian. Shut up. Now." The other boy looked at him oddly but did as he was told. "Why would we have sex?" He felt extremely awkward even asking the question.

"Because you want me." He said, low in his register making his voice gravelly. He forced their groins together and ground hard. Karofsky moaned as he felt Sebastian's body press against his.

"M-maybe." He stuttered.


"Have you gone back to Dalton to visit everyone yet?" Kurt asked his boyfriend. They sat on Kurt's bed working on their weekend homework. Music from various musicals played from the radio.

"Not yet," Blaine began, frowning. "I know they miss me, and I miss them a lot, too, but I have so much going on right now. I mean, I have school, Glee, the musical." He paused, grinning at Kurt. "You." The other boy blushed and giggled, avoiding eye contact. Blaine put his hand under Kurt's chin with the intent to make their eyes meet, but Kurt flinched as soon as he was touched.

"Sorry." The boy mumbled softly.

"Listen, Kurt, about the other after school, umm… I kissed you and you started acting really weird. And now you're not letting me touch you." He paused awkwardly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Blaine." He said still not meeting the shorter boy's eyes.

"'Cuz, Kurt, I love you and our relationship. I left Dalton- my home- to be with you and you won't even let me touch you without recoiling." Blaine's eyebrows furrowed and his boyfriend finally looked up from the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I not pleasing you?" His voice dripped with sarcasm. "It must really suck to get the lead in the musical. It must really suck to get solos all the time no matter what Glee club you're in. It must really suck to get such good grades and have such a large house and somehow manage not to get harassed every two seconds for being a raging homosexual. Your life must be awful." By the end of his rant, Kurt was standing, bright red, sweaty and his voice was so high it was ridiculous.

"Kurt-" Blaine began but was cut off.

"Don't say anything. I think you should go." Kurt took a few deep breaths and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Blaine packed up his homework into his bag and began stomping out. He stopped at the door.

"I don't have a perfect life, Kurt. My dad hates me, my school sucks, the Glee club I win has no chance of winning anything, the only person I beat out to get the lead in the musical is you and you hate me for that, I got a B on a test yesterday and I was almost beat to death a few years ago. So let me know when you decide to stop being such a bitch."