Author's note: I couldn't help but join the Facebook Bandwagon, and this is what sprung from it! All credit for the facebook formatting goes where it is due (not sure who started it, actually). This follows Never Been Kissed, and will continue, it will follow the episodes a little- but it will be AU mostly. Because I love Klaine :)

I also apologize for any errors and take responsibility for them, as they are my own. Also- I apologize that the page breaks are not consistent. I could not for the life of me figure out how to make them stay.

I do not own glee. At all. Not even a little bit.

Kurt Hummel's life had never been anything he would describe as normal or even vaguely sane. Fashionable? Yes. Was there a lot of unnecessary drama? Lots and ots of unnecessary drama. Full of unwanted verbal abuse from jerks who couldn't spell their own names? Undoubtedly. But sane and normal, not a chance- no matter how hard he tried. So when Puck had brazenly blown off his ideas by shutting him down once again and told him he could make better use of his time by spying on the "Garblers," Kurt thought: What the hell? It wasn't like he had anything to lose after all. Ignoring the looks from his surprised Glee-mates he strode from the room. There was only so much one could take in one day.

And so Kurt had gone to Dalton Academy, an all boys school about 45 minutes South of Lima, in Westerville. Of course, he had first done some rather extensive research so he could be prepared (although he would later find out, research did NOT substitute for real knowledge), and found himself rather impressed with the school as a whole. It was made up of a main school building, and a separate building for students who boarded at the school, which if the website was correct was about 75% of them. The school was at a very high academic level, exceeding state standards and it had never once come close to failing to meet AYP (Which Kurt knew from personal experience, was not something McKinley could boast). There were all sorts of extra-curriculars, each of them as impressive and successful as the last. However the Warblers appeared to be the pride and joy of the school, and so Kurt was more than a little nervous about sneaking in and observing them, for fear of the fact that he was pretty sure without even seeing them sing that they had something to worry about for Sectionals.

As he entered the large limestone building that was Dalton Academy, Kurt was in awe. The building was large and ridiculously well cared for; there was nothing so grand or awe-inspiring at McKinley High School that was for sure. He must have arrived sometime during a free period or break between classes because there was a mass of students milling around. A majority of them were headed in one direction. He drew in on himself trying to appear as small as possible, clutching his bag to his side as he scanned the area looking for some sign of the Warblers. He was really glad at that he'd decided to skip the rest of the day, because he had absolutely no idea where or when the Warbler's practiced; and from the looks the place, he could walk around for hours and still be lost.

Working up the courage to ask for directions, he reached out and grabbed for the first person he could. "Excuse me," he asked timidly, "Can you tell me what's going on?"

Then he got his first real look at the boy he'd stopped, and he felt his heart leap into his throat. The boy was drop dead gorgeous, and Kurt instantly felt himself melt into a pile of mush. When the boy reached out and grasped his hand, he chocked as his heart sparked back to life and he was dragged to a room across the walkway while the boy filled him in over what was going on; an impromptu concert. Apparently, the show choir at Dalton was popular- a concept that was very new to Kurt.

As they entered the room, Kurt jerked to a halt in surprise. "Oh, I stick out like a sore thumb," he moaned to himself.

The boy in front of him smirked, "Well then next time, don't forget your jacket New Kid."

The way he looked at Kurt, and the way he stressed the last two words made him realize he was completely screwed. He knew.

"Now if you'll excuse me," he continued, backing away from Kurt. And then he began to sing.

Cue Kurt's Teenage Dream. Oh wow. New Directions was in sooo much trouble if they didn't pull themselves together.

By the time the song was finished, and he had started to pull himself back together, the boy was approaching him again. Forget New Directions, Kurt was in trouble.

"It's very civilized of you to buy me coffee before you beat me up," Kurt said softly, trying to keep his face impassive and void of the slight terror he felt.

Those were the words he'd said to the three boys, Blaine, Wes and David, and he'd been incredibly surprised to learn that they weren't even vaguely interested in hurting him, or reporting his spying. They even told him that his poor spying skills were endearing. And of course Kurt couldn't just laugh it off and get the hell out of there, no matter how much his head was screaming at him to do so, he had to ask the big question- "Are you all gay?" He had been pretty shocked to find out that there was such a thing as a "zero tolerance," policy on bullying. And even as he found out that Blaine was the only one who was gay (his heart fluttered happily, and he could feel a new crush coming on) out of the three, there was no discomfort or change in the behavior of Wes and David and Kurt found himself realizing for the first time ever that maybe there were people in the world that accepted things and people who were different from the norms defined by society.

To his utter embarrassment, he found himself spilling his guts to Blaine; he was completely mortified at the tears that coursed down his cheeks without permission. Despite his feeling of comfort and what could only be described as a huge crush on Blaine, he was a complete stranger, and it was shocking to Kurt that he was blurting out all of his problems to this person who had no reason to care about Kurt's problems. He was more than a little bit surprised when Blaine had revealed that he himself had been bullied at his old school.

"It, grrr, it really pissed me off," he revealed with an annoyed look as he remembered his past torment, "I even complained about it to the faculty, and…they were sympathetic and all, but you could just tell that nobody really cared. It was like hey, if you're gay, then your life's just going to be miserable. Sorry. Nothing we can do about it."

Kurt looked down and away, feeling the burn of the tears and shame easing slightly.

"So I left. I came here. Simple as that," Blaine paused and then took a deep breath and continued on. "So you have two options."

Kurt looked up in surprise; no one had ever bothered to tell him what they thought he should do about the situation, other than just sticking it out or avoiding it, or changing who he was.

"I mean, I'd love to tell you to just come and enroll here, but tuition at Dalton is kind of steep, and I know that's not an option for everybody. Or- you can refuse to be the victim. Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt, and you have a chance right now to teach them."

This concept was surprisingly new to him. He had never once thought that there was a way to educate the Neanderthals at his school. Softly, he gazed at the boy across from him and asked "How?"

"Confront them. Call them out."

Kurt felt the sinking disappointment in his gut, and tried to keep it off his face. Confront Karofsky? Yeah right. The guy outweighed Kurt by at least 50 pounds, probably much much more. Calling Karofsky and the jocks out? They would just find a way to turn it around back on Kurt and make him that much more miserable. He wished he had the bravery required for what Blaine was advising.

"I ran away," Blaine's voice drew his attention again. "Kurt. I didn't stand up to them. I let bullies chase me away, and it is something that I really, really regret."

After they finished their lattes Kurt said goodbye to Blaine, turning to leave. "Wait!" he heard behind him. He turned slowly back to the boy in the Dalton uniform, and gave him a questioning look.

"Here," Blaine said, thrusting a piece of paper into his hand. "This is my cell number, email, twitter, facebook- everything you could possibly need to contact me. Anytime. Day or night. You're not alone Kurt. It was a pleasure to meet you."

Kurt stared in wonder at the slip of paper in his hand, and then looked back up to find him walking away out of the little café. "Thank you," he murmured, knowing Blaine couldn't hear him.

Kurt Hummel is now friends with Blaine Anderson, Wes 'doinWesDaythings' Day, and David Moore.
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-Mercedes Jones: Making friends with the enemy, eh?

-Wes 'doinWesDaythings' Day: Frenemies!
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Kurt Hummel to Wes 'doinWesDaythings' Day: Really? "Wes 'doinWesDaythings' Day"? What's with the name?

Wes 'doinWesDaythings' Day to Kurt Hummel: It's because I'm special and I like to do my own thing.

-David Moore: More like you're "special."
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Wes 'doinWesDaythings' Day: Hey! :(
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Once he had returned to Lima, just in time for Glee, he dutifully reported to the girls his discoveries on the Warblers. Mostly, he stressed how good they actually were for an all boys a capella group who hadn't been to sectionals last year. He left out the parts about how he got caught and then cried like a big baby while at the same time meeting the guy of his dreams. That part he would just keep to himself. Of course his news did not bode well with Rachel, who immediately demanded a blow by blow. Thankfully, Mr. Schue decided to start class right then, and Kurt let out a sigh of relief, he was safe for the time being.

Kurt was surprised at the girls' performance, it was really really good. He found himself smiling at Mercedes' verse and how well each girl harmonized. As he paid rapt attention to the performance, he felt his phone vibrate. Without taking his eyes off of his friends, he pulled his phone out. Surprised to find it was Blaine, he pulled his eyes away and looked down.

Blaine Anderson: Courage.

Kurt felt a lump in his throat, but pushed it down, and replaced the phone in his pocket. He would reply after class.

It was after the girls' fantastic performance that he pulled his phone out and brought up Blaine's txt, ready to reply, a smile on his lips. The smile was ripped away, turning into a confused yelp, as his phone was smacked from his hands by a red and tan clad arm, and he was shoved roughly once back, and then again into the lockers. The passersby watched in disgust and concern, but did nothing. Karofsky walked away. And Kurt, mind still linked to the word Courage, did something he'd never done before. He followed after Karofsky.

"Hey!" he screamed after him, running after him into the locker room. "I am talking to you!"

Kurt was furious.

"The girls locker room is next door, " Karofsky said calmly as usual, pulling his shoes out of his locker.

"What is your problem?" Kurt demanded.

"Excuse me?" he responded, the calm slipping slowly away to anger.

Kurt didn't back down. "What are you so scared of?"

"Besides you sneaking in here to peak at my junk?"

Kurt threw his hands up in the air, anger still growing. "Oh yeah, every straight guys nightmare; that all us gays are secretly out there to molest or convert you! Well guess what, Hamhock? You're not my type!"

"That right?" Karofsky asked with a sneer.

"Yeah!" Kurt snapped back, "I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are going to be bald by the time they're thirty!"

"Do not push me Hummel!" Karofsky snarled, raising his fist.

Kurt contemplated the fist for a moment, knowing how much it would hurt when it connected with his face, but he plowed on anyway.

"You gonna hit me? Do it!"

"Don't push me!" Karofsky growled back, slamming his locker shut.

"Do it! Because it's not going to change anything! You can't punch the gay out of me anymore than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!"

Kurt wasn't even scared when Karofsky screamed, screamed at him. "Get out of my face!"

Kurt just brought his own hand up and shook his finger at him, "You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!"

And then Karofsky grabbed Kurt's face and kissed him, before pulling away, and Kurt looked horrified. He tried to kiss Kurt again, and Kurt instantly shoved him away, keeping a hand up in the air between them, eyes wide with horror.

The other boy slammed his hands into the lockers before him and gave Kurt an angry whine like that of a wounded animal, and stormed out, leaving Kurt to continue feeling horrified, shaking, and having no idea what to do. He brought his shaky fingers to his lips, and closed his eyes, willing it away.

For some reason completely unknown to him, his first instinct was to call Blaine- who he barely knew. It made little sense and he quickly talked himself out of it.

Kurt Hummel: Today sucked more than usual.
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-Blaine Anderson: ?

-Rachel Berry: I would have 'liked' this statement, but it would not accurately convey my feelings about today.

-Finn Hudson: Sorry Man

-Blaine Anderson: Everything okay? Want to meet for coffee?

-Rachel Berry: Spy!

-David Moore: I think you've got it all mixed up, I'm pretty sure Kurt was the spy. :D
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-Wes 'doinWesDaythings' Day: It was pretty Endearing. ;)

-Kurt Hummel: Rachel, not everyone from an opposing Glee Club is Jesse St. James.
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-Kurt Hummel: But thank you for your concern. Also, Thanks for taking those slushies for me today… I still feel awful about that. Oh and Blaine, yes Just text me.

-Rachel Berry: As long as you know what you're doing. And someone had to stand up to those single-celled organisms we refer to as jocks. Seems like they especially had it out for you today. Its only too bad that I didn't stop to think that standing up to them and asking them to act like civilized people was too much for them to understand. In any case, you are welcome.

-Santana Lopez: I for one think watching manhands get nailed with three slushies at one time was awesome.
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-Rachel Berry: :(

"Thanks again for coming," he said to Blaine, his heart beating furiously as they climbed the stairs in the courtyard.

Blaine gave him a look that Kurt couldn't quite identify, "Don't worry about it, let me do all the talking."

"There he is," Kurt muttered to Blaine breathlessly; to be honest, all Kurt really wanted to do was turn and run in the other direction. But Blaine was here; this was him being courageous.

"I got your back," Blaine replied firmly, and Kurt felt warm and fuzzy for a fleeting moment, despite the chill that had taken permanent residence in the base of his spine.

Blaine stopped Karofsky in the middle of the stairs, and gave him a tight smile; completely Dalton – polite, and stiff all in one, "Excuse me," he started.

"Hey Lady boys," acknowledged Karofsky with a sneer. He looked Blaine up and down, and turned to Kurt, his voice holding a note that Kurt wasn't sure he wanted to identify. "This your boyfriend, Kurt?"

While Blaine plundered on with: "Kurt and I would like to talk to you about something," Kurt was just thinking: He's never called me Kurt before… this is starting to get beyond creepy. I still can't believe he kissed me. My first kiss…

His attention turned back to the conversation at hand when Karofsky shoved past Blaine, "I gotta go to class," and checked Kurt into the railing. He winced. Ouch.

"Kurt told me what you did," Blaine called after him in a matter of fact manner.

Karofsky wheeled around, and Kurt froze for a moment. "Oh yeah?"

There was a slightly panicked look on his face that he covered quickly with the typical sneer of superiority. "What's that?"

"You kissed me," Kurt said, his voice much stronger than he thought he'd be able to make it.

Dave Karofsky's eyes scanned the area around him as he looked for any indication that Kurt's statement had been heard.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied firmly, calmly. It was the calm the freaked Kurt out.

"It seems like you might be a little confused, "Blaine tried gently, "and that's totally normal."

Karofsky turned away and began to walk quickly.

"This is a very hard thing to come to terms with, and you should just know, that you're not alone."

Blaine's voice was full of knowing sympathy, and Kurt was sure this was what made Karofsky loose his cool, as he turned around again and charged at Blaine, shoving him into the rail, hard. Kurt was horrified. This was not supposed to happen to Blaine.

"Do not mess with me!"

Karofsky's low growl drew him out of his daze, and he continued with his courageous streak. "You have to stop this!" he cried angrily at his tormenter, shoving him as forcefully as someone Kurt's size could, away from Blaine.

The three of them breathed for a moment, eyes locked on each other. Blaine's features were schooled, giving nothing away, Karofsky's expression was slightly panicked and surprised, and Kurt's was abject horror and anger. Karofsky turned and fled.

This time Blaine let him go.

"Well, he's not coming out any time soon," Blaine said, leaning back on his elbows against the railing, trying to make light of the situation.

Kurt stumbled back and dropped to the stairs beneath him, not even taking care to hold onto his bag.

"What's going on?" Blaine asked, concern evident in his voice, as he moved to sit next to Kurt. "Why are you so upset?"

Kurt would have loved to believe that the absolute worry and slight panic he heard in Blaine's voice wasn't imagined. He would have loved to think that Blaine liked him the way Kurt was starting to like Blaine. Instead of dwelling on this line of thought, he did something surprising. He told Blaine what was really bothering him.

"Because of until yesterday, I had never been kissed. Or at least, one that counted."

Blaine bit his lip as he finally understood; Kurt hadn't mentioned that part to him before when they'd met for coffee. He sighed.

"Come on," he said softly, "I'll buy you lunch."

Kurt Hummel: is pretty sure the boys won this round. Just sayin.
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-Mercedes Jones: You totally know that that's a lie…
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-Tina Cohen-Chang: As awesome as your performance was Kurt, I am going to have to disagree… ours was totally Kickass.

-Rachel Berry: ^ Agreed.

-Noah Puckerman: The girls were pretty hot… with all that leather… ;)

-Kurt Hummel: Mercedes: Puh-lease. You want to start another Diva-off? I'll give you a Diva-off. You pick the time and place. Be prepared to be dominated.

Rachel and Tina: You wish. How could ours not be better with Finn's speech about how Coach Beiste was "Nuggety" at the beginning? *Facepalm*

Puck: EW. No offense, girls :S
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-Mercedes Jones: Tomorrow, 3:00. Choir room. Be there or be square!
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-Finn Hudson: Am I sensing sarcasm?

-Kurt Hummel: Maybe… :P

Blaine Anderson to Kurt Hummel: Hope your day was much better today! Had fun at lunch, maybe we can make it a weekly thing? Except, you know, like on the weekend when I don't have class? lol.
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Kurt Hummel to Blaine Anderson: It was mostly better. Thank you. And we definitely should! Although I for one wouldn't mind blowing off school! :P
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Blaine Anderson: Courage.

Kurt Hummel: Thank you. For everything.