Hey everyone! This is my first Glee fan fiction I've ever written. I'm really nervous and I hope I do well. Please leave comments and reviews, they are a massive inspiration to me and help motivate my lazy ass.

Legal Shit Obligations: Surprise! I don't own Glee. Shocking I know… I just invest emotionally in the lives of fictional characters.

He knew there were people worse off than him. People starving somewhere in the world. People fighting wars or being exploited. He knew all this, "But still! Is it too much to ask for my hair to cooperate for picture day?" Kurt Hummel groaned into the mirror trying to smooth down and unruly cowlick. It seemed that today of all days his otherwise perfect hair had decided to stage a little rebellion.

Back at McKinley year book photos were dreaded nightmares for glee students but here at Dalton, being a Warbler meant something. "And I'm not going to letting an ungrateful tuff spoil this for me! After all I've done, countless hours conditioning and brushing, this is how I'm repaid." He let out a heavy sigh and broke out the big guns, extra strength super hold hair glue. "At least it's in the back so it won't look too terrible."

Getting up from his desk in his room he made his way over to his coat rack to grab his blazer. While he never was a fan of Dalton's insistence on uniform, it did save him time in the morning to devote to other areas of vanity. His skin was moisturized, his lips glosses ever so slightly, and finally his hair was under control.

"Wonderful job Mr. Hummel… another success. A cheerful and familiar voice said from his door way. Blaine walked over to his friend with a look of bemusement, a look Kurt both loved and hated.

"Are you making fun of my perfection Mr. Anderson? Jealousy is not a good color on you." Kurt smirked in a flirty way, grabbing his bag so he and Blaine could leave. "One of the few things…" He said quietly walking past the dapper male and out into the hall way.

*oOo*

Now it is a tradition, like everything else at the school, that yearbook photos were taken on the first Saturday after winter break. This way any late transfer students were included as well as no classes would be interrupted. This of course meant getting up early on a morning most students would rather pass by in blissful sleep. Kurt, who had always been an earlier riser, was not so much disappointed by this as he was by the complete and utter lack of effort by his classmates to look presentable. Wes' hair was messy, David's tie was ever so crooked, and they were the lightest offenders.

"Honestly, it's only 9 a.m.. That's hardly earlier at all! This is for the year book! Our children will look at these someday." Kurt said in a voice borderline outrage. Blaine only shrugged, he could understand why his friend was excited but he didn't let himself get caught up in it.

"It's just not a big deal to some people. Besides, it will just make you look all the nicer." Blaine said in an attempted to sooth Kurt's fuming. He did notice how nice Kurt looked today, well he always looked nice, but he just seemed to be glowing. "It's kinda cute how passionate you are about this."

Kurt smiled at the compliment, blushing slightly, "Well this will be my first non-graffitied yearbook picture and I wish people took it a bit more seriously." He crossed his legs as he sat down on a plush chair in the senior common, the room was full of Warblers waiting for the photographer. He and Blaine had secluded themselves in a corner so they could avoid getting in anyone setting ups way.

"I'm glad you don't lower your standards for your friends…" Blaine joked as he idly flipped threw a book on a shelf, earning a glare from Kurt. He was so much fun to tease, he loved the way it brought even more of a flush to his already rosy cheeks. Not that he would ever admit that.

*oOo*

Once pictures were underway it had not taken all that long to finish them. Many of the students filed out back to their dorms to go back to sleep or perhaps study while since they were already up. Kurt and Blaine however decided to go into town for some coffee and an early lunch.

"All and all I would say that was a success, no wardrobe malfunctions, no hair sticking up, no blemishes…" Kurt smiled and took a sip of his coffee. "Well not for me anyway." He had agreed to keep his uniform on even though it was the weekend and they were in town, once Blaine was hungry he knew he'd have no time to change. A hungry Blaine was a crabby one, which wasn't all together uncute, if a bit dangerous.

Blaine mumbled something before he took a bite of a sandwich from the cafe they were at currently. Je Mange, one of Kurt's favorite places to pass his time when he wasn't busy. Small and out of the way with a vaguely French feel.

Chuckling as he picked at a scone Kurt let his eyes wander over his curly haired companion. Even with Lettuce on his collar he still managed to make Kurt's heart beat fast. This specific lunch outing had marked the 35th time they had gone out together as, sadly, friends. Kurt wasn't sure if there was a time frame before one was permanently placed in the 'friend zone' but he felt it fast approaching.

"You know… there is a movie playing down at the Rivolli that I've been wanting to see. You up for that?" Kurt smiled, trying to look charming. Movies were the perfect place to get closer without seeming like he was trying to hard. Not that this relationship, or lack there of, needed any more subtle. The way it seemed to be dragged out felt like a bad Tuesday night drama.

"Of course, that sounds nice." Blaine smiled, his dapperness restored after a bit of food. IN truth Blaine was also a bit frustrated by the lack of progression, while he clearly had feelings for Kurt, the younger man didn't seem to take the hint. Perhaps getting him alone in the dark would speed things up. That thought then led to many non-family friendly thoughts to drift through his curly head. "Really..really..nice.." He said dreamily to himself.

*oOo*

"Ok I'll get the popcorn, you get our seats. Somewhere in the back would be most preferable." Kurt said with a commanding, yet playful voice. Blaine could only smile and salute him before he walked into the theater. "I swear… that boy" Kurt sighed and got in line for concessions. He glanced around the retro styled movie house. It was in serious need of renovation inside and out, but it still held a bit of charm that kept people coming. Well that and highly discounted prices. Kurt's real complaint were the creepy people who were regulars. They looked harmless but they always gave Kurt a bad feeling.

"One large popcorn and two waters please. Oh! And pack of Red Vines." Kurt smiled as pretty girl at the counter took his order. She looked to be his age and really the only reason Kurt even noticed was because she was the only person he'd seen who could pull off the hideous orange blazers the employees had to wear.

After paying and taking his concessions he made his way into the theater and up to the back row to meet with Blaine. The older man grinned as he took the Red Vinces from Kurt, who just rolled his eyes. If he ever looked as happy to see him as he was to see the candy then Kurt could die a happy man.

The movie its self was less than thrilling, the only relatively good part was a slightly starting scene which causes Kurt to jump and cling to Blaine, and stay there. Not that either seemed to mind, which both boys took as a good sign in their own minds. But even that blessed moment had to end as Kurt's bladder shook him from his happiness and forced him to leave Blaine's side.

"Bathroom, be right back…" He whispered and made his way out.

*oOo*

Kurt made sure to wash his hands and check his hair in the mirror after the deed was done. Still looking absolutely perfect he decided that he was just going to jump the gun and tell Blaine his feelings. He had gotten nowhere these past months and being a Hummel meant taking action! With a nod to himself turned on his heel to leave.

*oOo*

Blaine was beginning to worry, Kurt had been gone for a good 10 minutes, but that gave him plenty of time to gather his resolve. Yes today he was sure would be the day he'd ask the boy out. "Just as soon s he gets back…."

Ten minutes turned to 20, then 30 and Now Blaine was forced to leave and search for Kurt. "Kurt?" he called out in the lobby looking around. No one was around save for the girl at the concession stand, who was texting not really watching for anyone. "KURT?" He called a bit louder.

*oOo*

It was hard to move, his whole body hurt. He heard his name but words wouldn't come out. He felt himself slipping in and out. Why was the room spinning?

*oOo*

When Blaine found him, there was silence then screaming, then movement. Things whizzed by in a flurry of events that he couldn't even remember. The only thing his mind could process was the image of Kurt Hummel, bleeding on the dirty bathroom floor. It wasn't until Kurt was taken to the hospital did he even realize he was crying.

Author Notes: So as much as I love a good fluffy Klaine Fic, I love dark angsty ones more. This is not going to be a happy skip through the flowers, but I hope I do well. Please do leave reviews on what you think. I'm also looking for a beta reader to help me. I have no confidence in myself haha.

Thanks for your time!