Author's Note: This is a little bit AU, just because of the scenario, but I totally want it to happen, so here we go :)

Blaine had started coming to McKinley for an advanced math class on Wednesdays. Or, at least, that was the excuse, but Wes had texted Kurt when Blaine had triumphantly bombarded him with the news to let him know that it was really just so that he could still see Kurt during school hours.

Another pro was that his math class was so close to lunch time that Blaine stuck around for that, too. He ate at the table where the rest of the New Directions sat, fitting in just fine even though he was on a competing team of singers. Everyone loved Blaine, and everyone loved Kurt and Blaine, so everyone was just fine with the new arrangement.

On one of those Wednesday afternoons, Kurt was taking out his lunch box at his locker and humming his new favorite love song (You Belong with Me, by the wonderful lyricist that was Taylor Swift), dancing in place like there was no one else in the world.

Then he was roughly slammed into his locker, startled out of his daydreams of how cool it would be if Blaine lived across the street like in the music video. Kurt turned and immediately froze.

"Karofsky-" He started, but the other boys face was tauntingly close to his, puckering his lips in an overdramatic kissy face, and Kurt's heart was starting to squeeze in panic.

Karofsky picked up a hand and mock-stroked Kurt's face, and Kurt began to shake all over. "Stop." He muttered, as bravely as he could. "Please get away from me."

But Karofsky was leaning in even closer, and the only thing Kurt could think of was where is Blaine where is Blane where is Blane?!

Suddenly, Karofsky was ripped away from Kurt, shoved hard into the locker with the same resounding sound that Kurt had been. Kurt looked up, his lips trembling, and there was Blaine, in all of his gelled haired, triangular eyebrow-ed, handsome, beautiful glory.

And he was raging mad.

"Stay away from Kurt." Blaine growled, his hand at the giant football players throat. "Don't touch him again, don't hurt him again, don't even look at him. You don't deserve to."

As soon as Karofsky was released, he ran, sending an alarmed glance back at the Senior Warbler.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm, staring at him with concern, and Kurt let his eyes slip shut for a moment, collecting himself and slowing his heart beat. "Are you alright?" Blaine asked seriously.

"So, so much better now." Kurt whispered, taking a deep breath. "Thank you."

A flicker of a smile slipped over Blaine's lips, and he wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders, leading him down the hallway in a show of PDA that wasn't particularly normal for him. "Anytime, Kurt." He murmured. "I'm always going to protect you."

Author's Note: So a little short, but they can't all be long. Hope you enjoyed!