A/N: This story takes place after the proposal. My friend and I had this joke that when Blaine was a boxer, his name was Blaine "The Pain" Anderson, so I wrote a story to go with it. In the episode "Hold On Sixteen" Blaine mentions that he took up boxing and that he started Dalton's own branch of fight club, so I figured this would work. It's probably only going to be a few chapters, but if you want me to write more, please let me know. And please leave a review, they make my day! Thank you!

Rated T: for language, violence, and INTENSE FACE SMUSHING.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the idea behind the story. Please don't sue me.

It was a warm afternoon at Dalton Academy. The school day had just finished and uniformed students were rushing out of the building, making their way to their vehicles. Kurt and Blaine had just pulled into a parking spot near the front of the lot. They had decided yesterday to go visit their old school while Kurt was in town. They hadn't been there since Blaine had proposed to Kurt, and thought it would be nice to revisit the Victorian styled school that held so many memories.

Blaine put the car in park and turned to Kurt, "Here we are."

Kurt smiled and looked out the window, taking in the view, "It's such a beautiful place."

The large brick building had several extensions extending from different sides. There were vines that climbed all the way to the roof where the fanned out, covering the whole establishment in a leafy coat. On few trees that were scattered on the school grounds, bushels of autumnal leaves barely clung to the branches.

"It is, isn't it?" Blaine marveled.

"Makes me wish I still went here. Well, except for the uniforms, they weren't exactly my favorite."

"Trust me, I know," Blaine gave a cheeky smile, "You complained about them every chance you got."

Kurt glared at him, making him laugh, which in turn made Kurt laugh himself.

"Come on, let's go inside." Said Blaine.

They both climbed out of the car. Blaine scurried to catch up with Kurt, who was already taking long strides to the school.

"Slow down Kurt! Dalton has been here for nearly a hundred of years, I promise it's not going anywhere!"

"Oh, sorry," He apologized, slowing his pace and grabbing Blaine's hand, "I guess I'm just a little excited. Do you think we'll see any of our old friends?"

"I don't know, maybe." Blaine offered, giving Kurt's hand a squeeze.

The two walked through the giant oak doors and into a long hallway. They made their way through various corridors until they reached the room that the Warblers rehearsed in. They just stood in the doorway for a moment.

Kurt let out a sigh, "Now this place, I miss the most."

"Same."

"You know, we could ma-"

Kurt was cut off by someone behind them.

"Well well well, if it isn't Blaine "The Pain" Anderson."

They both turned around to see a boy in uniform watching them.

"Haven't seen you lurking the halls in a long time. What brings you here?"

The boy was tall and lean with a lopsided smile. He had short, messy brown hair that matched his copper colored eyes that were glued fondly on Blaine. He stepped closer, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Hey Travis." Blaine greeted uncomfortably.

"Hi. You haven't answered my question, Anderson, what are you doing here?"

"Just visiting, you know, reminiscing."

"I see." Travis said, still focused on Blaine.

"Hi," Kurt extended his hand, catching Travis's attention, "I'm Kurt Hummel, Blaine's fiancé."

"Travis Miller." He stated, shaking his hand, "Fiancé you say? I thought you were still a senior?"

"I am," Blaine reassured, " just an engaged one."

"Well then. I suppose true love knows no boundaries."

Kurt let out a little laugh.

"What? Too cheesy for you?" Travis joked.

"Oh, no, it's not that it's just," Kurt tried to suppress his laughter, "What was it that you called him? Blaine "The Pain" Anderson?"

"Oh yeah, Blaine here has got quite the reputation in Dalton's Fight Club."

"Fight club?" Kurt was genuinely surprised. He knew that Blaine had taken up boxing, but he had never heard of a fight club at Dalton, and he had definitely never heard of Blaine being apart of one.

"Yeah, didn't you know? He was one of its most esteemed members. He was the founder, in fact."

Kurt now turned to Blaine, seemingly hurt, "I didn't know you started a fight club. Why did you never tell me?"

Blaine stood there awkwardly, trying to think of a reasonable answer, "Well, I, uh, I guess it wasn't really that important."

"Not that important? You showed up every Saturday night." Travis added.

Blaine shot him a look.

"But, you said you had piano lessons Saturday nights." Kurt said.

"I, um, I actually just…uh…." Blaine quickly tried to conjure up a response.

"Well," Travis interrupted, "I'd better get going, we're meeting up tomorrow, you should come and show some of those freshies how it's done. It was good seeing you Blaine."

"Yeah, see you Travis."

As soon as he was gone, Kurt moved in front of Blaine, putting his hands on his hips, "What the hell was that?"

"What?" Blaine asked, avoiding eye contact.

"The Dalton Fight Club that you started and attended every Saturday, but somehow forgot to mention to me." He snapped.

"I was in a fight club, there I said it."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kurt asked crossly.

"I don't know." Blaine answered absently.

"Blaine," Kurt was growing impatient, "You lied to me, saying that you had piano lessons, you obviously had a reason to hid it, now tell me."

Blaine surrendered, letting out a heavy sigh, "Look, Kurt, the reason I never told you was because, well, those guys are pretty rough and rude. I mean they meet up every week to beat the crap out of each other. I just didn't want you to get worried about me… or interested in joining."

"Why wouldn't you want me to join? Do… do I embarrass you?" He was even more upset.

"No, Kurt, not at all, it's just…" Blaine thought about how to word his next sentences without hurting Kurt's feelings, " I didn't want you to get hurt."

"Oh, I see," Kurt crossed his arms, quite offended, "So you think that, that I can't hold my own. That I'm just some fragile little boy who can't stand up for himself?"

"No, look," Blaine rested his hand on Kurt's shoulder, making sure he was actually listening, "you had just transferred schools because you were being bullied. I didn't want anything bad to happen. I knew that you had just come from a violent school, and I wanted Dalton to be a safe place for you. You can't blame me for not wanting to put you right back in that kind of environment."

Kurt dropped his arms to his sides but didn't answer.

"I'm sorry Kurt, do you forgive me?"

He hesitated, "I suppose… but I'm coming tomorrow."

"Oh no no no. You aren't."

"Yeah, well, too bad, because I am. And you are going to show me this Dalton Fight Club, weather you want to or not." Kurt turned on his heel and started walking down the hall.

Blaine surrendered and followed him. Once Kurt had his mind set on something, there was no way to talk him out of it.