Author's note:
This story has been in the works for months, and this was like my main priority fic that I constantly think about and worry about. So I hope you guys like it, and this is just the first chapter. More crazy stuff to come 3
GENERAL WARNINGS: Graphic violence, death, harsh behavior towards the gay community, language, really mild m/m sensuality
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or Klaine, Niff, and Wevid.
"C-can we talk about… about something?" Blaine breathed.
Kurt's warm lips moved from Blaine's mouth to his jaw. "What ever you want." He whispered.
"I—I don't like that Forrest kid. I think you should stay away from him."
"Who, Forrest Rodder?" Kurt moved down to his neck, his grip on Blaine's dark curls tightening.
"Yeah."
"And why would I do that?" Kurt asked, lifting his head up to look at Blaine.
"Do you not see the way he acts around you?" He sat up straighter, making Kurt shift around a little on his lap. "He always asks you to sing with him, always tries to hold your hand, buys you lunch…?"
"It's called being friends with the kid, Blaine."
"Well I don't know anyone who has a friend who stares at them all day and flirts with them endlessly."
"No he does not!" Kurt scrambled out of Blaine's lap and stood over him.
"Yeah, he does! I would know. I sit right beside him!" Blaine said, his voice rising.
"Well, I—I… s-so what if he does! It's not like I'm sending him signals back!"
"But it bothers me that you're doing nothing to stop him!"
Kurt groaned. "Why are you getting so worked up about this? I'm with you, not him!"
"But it's like you're leading him on!" Blaine claimed, jabbing a finger at Kurt's chest. "I just don't like standing by, watching him become my competition day by day."
"Competition? Who said you guys were fighting for me? You already have me!"
"Yeah! And I'd like to keep it that way!"
"What are you trying to say to me right now?" Kurt whispered furiously, trying hard to contain his voice.
"I don't want some lanky-ass low life trying to steal you from me!" Blaine yelled.
"He's not! You're so paranoid! Nothing is gonna happen! And I make DAMN sure that everyone knows that we're together!" Kurt yelled back.
"Well that memo obviously didn't get to Forrest."
"You're acting like I'm cheating on you behind your back!"
"Well, who knows? Are you?"
"BLAINE, I'M TIRED OF FIGHTING YOU ALL THE TIME! CAN YOU JUST DROP IT?"
"I'll drop it when you stop being so STUPID!"
Kurt froze for a second. "Stupid? Blaine, is that what I am? Stupid?"
Blaine didn't say anything. He let the words sink in, making him really realize what he had just said.
"Why am I the stupid one, when you're standing there with the words 'Kurt, I don't trust you' written on your forehead?" Kurt continued in a low and intense voice. "Why am I the stupid one when you think that I would ever cheat on you, let alone intentionally lead someone on, even though I tell you that I love you before I go to bed every night? Honestly, Blaine. I'm the stupid one?" Kurt grabbed his scarf and his bag off Blaine's couch and opened the door. "Go look in a fucking mirror." He gave Blaine an angry glance before slamming the dorm room door closed.
As Kurt stormed off towards his own dorm room down the hall, the anger in Blaine flared up in his limbs.
"DAMMIT, MOTHER F—ARGGH!" He growled and kicked the couch.
Everyone in the dorm heard the fight. It was hard not to. David and Jeff crept from their dorm room down to Blaine's while Wes and Nick went to go check on Kurt.
Jeff knocked on Blaine's door and opened it.
Blaine was sitting on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands.
"Blaine, are you okay, man?" Jeff asked.
Blaine lifted his head, his eyes rimmed red. "Does it look like I'm okay?"
David stepped past Jeff. "Shit man, you need to pull yourself together."
"If you guys are siding with Kurt, then get the hell out." Blaine said flatly.
"I'm taking no sides cause I don't wanna be part of this. But as a good friend, if you really love Kurt, you need to—"
"David, Jeff, just get out, alright? I don't wanna deal with him right now. I just need to be alone, okay? Just… just go." Blaine waved them off and let his face fall back into his hands.
Back in Kurt's room that he shared with Michael Faalser, Nick had his arm around Kurt's shoulders that shook from the sobs racking from Kurt's chest.
"Was I—was I right, you guys? I just-ust need to know." Kurt asked between sobs.
"Kurt, I don't really wanna get into this. Both you and Blaine are my friends. I don't think I should be choosing favorites right now." Wes said.
Michael rubbed Kurt's back. "We're sorry, man."
"What can we do?" Nick asked.
Kurt shook his head and let out a fresh new wave of sobs.
Nick's arm tightened around his shoulders.
"Thanks you guys for… for being here with me. I'm a complete mess." Kurt whispered.
"I was here anyways." Michael said.
All four of them smiled.
"And are you sure that this is a complete list?" Rafael asked Rocky.
"I went to Dalton for two years. And I hacked the dean's computer where she keeps really personal information about all the students. Trust me, boss. They're all there." Rocky smiled down at the list of names that belong to certain male students that attended Dalton Academy in Westerville, Ohio.
"Good, good. Get the team together. We need to find pictures of their faces so we know who to hunt for."
Rocky nodded and hurried out of the dim cellar.
Rafael looked down at the list and a smile stretched across his face.
This isn't my first fanfic. I've written other fanfics, but this is my first KLAINE fanfic. And the way I like to roll is that I only post parts if I get reviews. I don't care if they're mean or nice or perverted… O_o Okay scratch that, but at least 5 reviews are good. It sounds like a bitchy diva request (well to me it does), but I just don't like writing something and then have the feeling that no one is reading it, you know? I would feel like I just wrote everything for nothing. And constructive criticism is accepted and appreciated. OH and if you catch any typos, feel free to tell me. Typos annoy the hell out of me. I always manage to miss them during editing.