Full Summary: Kurt is saved at the mall from Karofsky by a dashing stranger named Blaine. Just as their relationship turns to best friends, Blaine decides to transfer to Mckinley to help Kurt stand up to those who appose him for who he is. But what happens when Blaine's magical plan for getting the bullies to back off just so happens to cause Kurt to fall madly in love with Blaine? And how does Blaine feel about this when he figures it out? Rated T for now.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own anything having to do with Glee.

A/N: Hey you guys! Before I start off the first chapter to my new Klaine fanfict that I plan on not deleting any time soon, I would like to clear up a few things. I had to delete It Was Worth It due to the fact that when I reread it, it seriously felt sloppy. Even someone on .:Scarves and Coffee:. Pointed it out. So I'm planning on to edit it...maybe re-write it...whatever, before I put it back up on here. But I all I have to say is, I really hope you guys like this story!

Chapter One – Lima Bean

Kurt Hummel opened his eyes at the sound of his annoying alarm clock going off. He sighed and looked at the time. 5:00 am. He rolled over onto his stomach so that his head was buried into his pillow as he let out a very unhappy groan. Just up the stairs, Burt, Kurt's father, knocked knowingly on the basement door.

Kurt's bedroom had been in the basement since he could remember. Somehow, it was a type of sense in privacy that seemed to work best for the way Kurt felt comfortable with living. The door opened, causing the kitchen's bright light to leak through and light up the basement just enough to cause another groan to leave Kurt's mouth.

"Kurt. C'mon. You made me promise to get you up at five," said Kurt's sleepy father, his voice echoing throughout the basement.

Kurt sighed as he bent his elbows and braced his hands against his mattress as he forced himself to sit up. He looked up at his father with one half-closed eye and one closed eye. "I'll be up in a few minutes," said Kurt in a groggy voice as he slowly, like a sloth, pulled his covers off of him and touched his feet to the gray carpet he recently had installed in the basement.

He hesitated, waiting for his eyes to be able to fully open, before he got to his feet and waddled into his bathroom sleepily. Once in his bathroom, he took a half-hour long shower, waking him up in an instant. He then worked on his hair for what seemed to be the remainder of the hour as he then laid out his clothes on his bed. He wanted to go simple with his outfit today for how sleepy he was. He picked out his H&M navy waistcoat, a powder blue dress shirt that he would roll the sleeves up to his elbows neatly, his black Thomas Engel Hart boots, his favorite J. Crew classic gingham tie, and his black Levi's ex-girlfriend jeans.

That was, by far, definitely the last time Kurt would stay up till 12 am to rearrange his closet. He sighed and got dressed, being careful of his perfectly-gelled hair as he then headed upstairs to make himself his breakfast. His father stood staring at the coffee machine, obviously as tired as Kurt was when he woke up.

"Late night?" asked Kurt as he got out the skillet.

Burt hesitated before he turned his head. "Huh? Oh...yeah. Late night customer. Their car was hard to deal with, but I managed being that the customer doubled what they owed me for my work," said Burt in a crackly voice.

"Well...just don't stay too late tonight again, alright?" asked Kurt, kissing his father's cheek as he headed over to the fridge to withdraw the eggs and shredded cheese. "I don't want you wearing yourself out." He then reached in the cupboard for the canned mushrooms.

"Yeah...sure..." his father murmured, not really paying attention to what Kurt had just said.

Kurt just shook his head at his father and worked on his omelet, making a second one for his father for his father to take into work with him.

"So it's Friday," said his father.

Kurt froze for a moment and then nodded his head, wondering why his father was pointing this out. "Yeah...it's Friday, dad."

"What are your plans?" his father then asked. Kurt then realized his father was just making conversation. They never really had a real conversation in a long time since his father extended the shop's hours.

"After school, I'm gonna head to the mall and do a little shopping," Kurt answered as he folded over his omelets to finish cooking them.

"Do you need any money?"

Kurt shook hies head. "No, I still have plenty left over from the money you gave me last Friday."

Burt just nodded his head as the light on the coffee pot blinked to represent that the coffee was ready. Burt got out a cup from the cupboard and poured himself a cup of coffee.

The smell of the coffee was basically calling out to Kurt, but Kurt knew that the mix of eggs and coffee definitely wasn't a good idea for his stomach. He forced himself to stick with orange juice.

Kurt got out two plates and plopped an omelet on each one of them. He handed his father one plate. Burt took the plate and stared at what was on it. "What's this?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and sat down at the kitchen table. "It's a mushroom and cheese omelet, dad. Now eat it."

-()-()-()-()-

All Kurt could think of was how thankful he was that it was Friday. He didn't know how he handled it, but the fact that he woke up far more tired than he had in ages really pointed out that he really needed to start paying attention to what all he did during the week. Glee practice had run an hour later due to the fact that they were preparing for Sectionals coming up faster than ever. After Glee practice, Kurt had asked Mercedes and Rachel if they wanted to go to the mall with him. They declined saying that it was one of the season's biggest football games tonight, so they planned on going to support Mike, Finn, and Sam and so Mercedes could go and support her new-found boyfriend Anthony. Kurt questioned them, pointing out that they had plenty of time to go to the mall with him before the football game, but the girls laughed and told Kurt about how they wanted to really get into school spirit, which would involve doing their hair, face paint, nail polish, and putting their outfits together.

Kurt sighed and got over it. Looked like he would be driving his navigator to the mall by himself. When he got to the mall, it was close to his supper time. So he headed over to Asian Choi and got himself some bourbon chicken and rice with a water bottle on the side. After that, Kurt threw his remaining food away and headed over to the main concourse of the mall where most of his favorite stores were. But today, there was a group performing for the mall shoppers. Kurt stopped when he heard them beginning to sing. He studied them closely, his arms crossed over his chest as he popped a hip to the side.

They all wore the same uniform. They must be a type of Glee club from some sort of private or boarding school. Then he recognized them to be The Warblers from Dalton Academy at the site of the deep navy blue blazers with red trimming and the red 'D' on the front chest pocket of the blazer.

Kurt had to admit...they were really, really talented.

One in particular stuck out. He was the one who seemed to be getting all the attention with him doing the main singing. He had dark curls that were obviously slicked back with tons of hair gel and he had large, doe brown eyes.

Kurt pushed the fact that they were talented out of his head and went on with his shopping. He headed over to Macy's being that he heard they were having a new sale on the pea coats and designer hats.

By the time he had purchased a new J. Crew long sleeved shirt for Fall and a new H&M pea coat, he headed out of the store, looking around for where he might want to hit next.

"Well looky here. We got ourselves a fag spreading his fairy dust in public now," spoke a familiar voice from behind Kurt. Kurt turned around and stared wide-eyed at Karofsky. Wasn't he supposed to be at the school? I thought jocks stay at the school until the football game would begin.

"Why aren't you at the school?" asked Kurt in a shaky voice.

Karofsky stepped closer at a dangerous distance. "I had to come by and grab a last-minute pair of knee pads, fag. Now...what to do with you..." he murmured.

"Well here's a few suggestions. You could A) leave him alone B) back off C) walk away or D) all of the above," spoke a sly voice from behind Karofsky.

Kurt threw his eyebrows together and tilted his body to the side so that he could look past Karofsky to see who it was. It was the dark-haired, doe-eyed Warbler from earlier.

Karofsky seemed nervous all of the sudden as his face showed he was in panic mode. "Beat it, hobbit!" he threatened.

The stranger must have sensed Karofsky's nervousness just like Kurt. "My watch reads six. Now doesn't your little football game start at 7? Your coach must be worried," said the stranger, a smart expression on his face.

Karofsky growled as he turned to Kurt. "I'll deal with you Monday," he threatened as he sent one last glare at the stranger before he turned around and hurried away.

Fear pulsed through Kurt's veins as he stared after Karofsky. What would Karofsky do Monday? Throw Kurt into the garbage as usual? Lock him in a closet again? Push him into the lockers? What? The stranger's voice pulled Kurt from his thoughts thankfully.

"Tough fellow, isn't he?" he asked.

Kurt turned his head and looked at the shorter boy who was only just an inch or so shorter than Kurt himself. "Who, Karofsky? Yupp," he murmured, nodding his head slightly.

"He gives you a lot of trouble in school, doesn't he?" asked the stranger who seemed to be carefully observing Kurt's expressions.

Kurt hesitated before her nodded his head gingerly. "Yeah..." was all he would allow himself to say.

Blaine just stared at Kurt for a moment. "Well I'm Blaine," said the stranger as he outstretched his hand to Kurt to shake.

"Kurt," Kurt replied he took Blaine's hand and they shook.

Kurt hadn't really officially touched another boy's hand before, so his automatically found it a funny and weird shocking feeling. He crossed his arms over his chest when they retrieved their hands.

"I know the feeling," said Blaine as they two began to walk. Where to, Kurt didn't know nor did he care.

"The feeling?" echoed Kurt, turning it into a question.

Blaine nodded after Karofsky's direction. "Getting bullied."

"Oh."

"I know this seems totally forward of me...but do you maybe want to talk about this over coffee? I know this great little coffee shop just down the road named-"

"Lima Bean. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," said Kurt as he nodded his head, a small smile curled at his lips.

"Well great! So I'll meet you over there then? I just have to tell my group where I'll be," Blaine said as he watched Kurt nod his head, patting Kurt's shoulder as he soon ran off in the direction of his group.

Kurt just headed towards the mall entrance and exited the mall, taking his time with heading over to his navigator to head over to Lima Bean. Kurt sat in his car for a moment when he parked in Lima Bean's parking lot. He didn't usually let this happen with strangers. But then again, it never really happened for Kurt to say no to. In a way, this felt a bit relieving. Blaine was a stranger who seemed to be really kind and trustworthy enough to spill to.

-()-()-()-()-

"Dave Karofsky...one of many neanderthals..." Kurt started as he shook his head. "He's made it his mission to make my life absolutely miserable."

Kurt sat at a small table across from Blaine in Lima Bean. Blaine had a medium drip in front of him while Kurt had a grande non-fat mocha clenched in his hand. The atmosphere in Lima Bean was calm and relaxing. All you heard were the faint conversations of others and the workers behind the counter. All you smelled was the faint aroma of fresh coffee mixed with various other smells such as chocolate, vanilla, caramel, and cinnamon. Kurt didn't know why he didn't come here more often.

Blaine took a sip of his drip and set it back down before him as he slightly tilted his head to the side to listen to Kurt, a thoughtful expression set to his features.

"He'll push me into lockers enough to give me bruises...he'll lock me in the janitor's closet for hours at a time...he'll threaten me...hell, he'll even call me names. Now, I know that at our age, we don't really take names at heart such as 'fag'...but me? I take that one name in particular to heart...it just bothers me..." Kurt spilled out.

What was he doing? Pouring his heart out on the table before Blaine... For anyone else, he would be able to zip up his lips just like that...but he couldn't stop this time around.

"And...nobody seems to notice...or even care..." added Kurt.

Blaine raised his eyebrows for some reason. He sat back in his chair and relaxed his features, staring down at the Lima Bean logo on his coffee to-go cup. "I know how you feel, Kurt," Blaine assured him. "I got taunted at my old school and it really..." Blaine sucked in an angry and sharp breath. "pissed me off. I even complained about it to the faculty," he explained as his eyes then darted up to hook onto Kurt's. "They were sympathetic but you could tell that nobody...really cared. It was like they were saying 'Hey, you're gay. You're life's just gonna be miserable. Sorry, nothing we can do about it.'"

Kurt carefully studied Blaine. He looked serious and an earnest. Kurt's heart sank to his stomach at how upset Blaine was beginning to look just by him telling Kurt this.

"So then, I decided I had enough of it. My parents happily allowed me to transfer to Dalton where I was safe..." Blaine put his cup to his lips and took a long sip before setting it back down and then looking back up at Kurt. They just stared for a moment. "Refuse to be the victim, Kurt," spoke Blaine in a lower voice. He looked so serious and concerned. "Confront him, call him out...do something about it. I ran, Kurt. And two years later...there's not a day that I don't think about how much I regret it..."

Kurt huffed out a frustrated sigh as he took a sip of his mocha. "H...how can I do that...when I don't have the guts to?" asked Kurt, shaking his head as he tore his eyes away from Blaine.

Blaine sighed, looking away also. He sat forward in his chair and leaned in closer to Kurt. "You can do it," he assured Kurt just as his phone went off. "Sorry, I have to take this," he then said as he grabbed his phone from his pocket and raced outside the coffee shop to answer it.

Kurt sighed and sat back in his chair, chugging down the last of his coffee. He seriously had a lot to think about.