The next day Kurt walked into school, head held high, not a care in the world. Well, at least that's what he let people believe. He liked to pretend he was strong, even when he was crumbling inside. People didn't know the weak Kurt, so they didn't know the signs. They didn't know that he stood a little straighter, held his books a little tighter, they didn't know the look in his eye when he was terrified, they didn't know him.

Blaine was leaning against his locker, waiting for Kurt to show up. He put his headphones in his ears and leaned his head back, his eyes closed. He was especially tired, he hadn't had any sleep the night before. You see, everyone was afraid of Blaine, but no one knew what he was afraid of. His father. Ever since he came out to his parent's, it had been hell in his house. His father beat him, and his mother watched. Blaine tried not to do anything to gay, so he didn't end up with too many bruises.

Kurt walked up to his locker, opening it and dumping his books inside. The slam of his body hitting the locker scared Blaine, he jumped away from his locker, eyes wide. Karofsky walked away, snickering while Kurt lay on the floor, tears in his eyes. Blaine couldn't let Kurt end up like he did yesterday.

"Karofsky!" He yelled, chasing the much larger boy down the hallway.

"What do you want Anderson?" Karofsky said, turning and staring Blaine right in the eye. If it were anyone else, they'd be backing down, but Blaine stood tall.

"What did I tell you about messing with Kurt?" Blaine said, scowl on his face.

"He your boyfriend, fag?" Karofsky growled.

"No." Blaine said, voice getting low. "But I remember a time you wanted to be." He smirked and Karofsky's face paled.

"You wouldn't..." He said.

"Leave Kurt alone, and I won't have a reason to." Blaine replied, smug look on his face as he turned back to help Kurt up. But he was already gone. "Shit." Blaine said under his breath as he ran into the bathroom, looking under the stalls and seeing Kurt already crouched over the toilet. He threw his body into the door, forcing it open and pulled Kurt away from the toilet. "No, not this. Not again." He said as he pulled Kurt out of the stall and made the taller boy face him.

"Blaine..." Kurt frowned, brows furrowed as he tried to figure out why the hell Blaine wanted anything to do with him. "Blaine let me go."

"No." Blaine said defiantly, grabbing Kurt's bag off the floor and pulling him out of the bathroom. "Why do you do it Kurt?" Blaine said, facing Kurt once they were in the hallway.

"Why do I do what?" he said, playing dumb, but Blaine saw the fear in his eyes. He saw Kurt stand a little taller.

"You know what." Blaine said, a frown forming on his face. Kurt sighed.

"I'm a dancer, I have to stay small. Plus, all the crap I get from people, around here..." Kurt frowned and Blaine mentally kicked himself for not stepping in sooner.

"You're killing yourself." Blaine said, voice getting a little louder. People stopped and stared at them, girls glared at Kurt.

"I am not." Kurt said, shifting uncomfortably with all the stares.

"Kurt-"

"Blaine, just drop it." Kurt's voice was at a whisper, his eyes low, head down. He was ringing his hands nervously. Blaine looked at the crowd of people forming around them and rolled his eyes.

"Can I help any of you?" He asked, irritation clear in his voice. They all stood still, watching silently. 'Anderson's a fag' was heard and some people snickered. That just pissed him off. Yea he was gay. So what? It wasn't a crime. He looked at Kurt who was paler then usual and looked like he was about to pass out. He was beautiful, Blaine decided. With his perfectly styled light brown eyes, piercing blue eyes, porcelain skin...

So, Blaine had no regrets doing this.

He cupped Kurt's cheeks gently, making the taller boy look at him and smiling before gently pressing his lips to his crush's. Kurt stood shocked for a second, but when he realized what was happening he kissed back, wrapping his arms instinctively around Blaine's waist and pulling him close. Blaine kept one hand on Kurt's cheek and moved another to tangle in his hair. People gasped and continued to stare as Blaine moved Kurt against a locker, hand moving from his cheek and now freely roaming the taller boys body.

People started breaking apart as the bell rang and Blaine released Kurt. They were both gasping for air by this point and staring at each other bewildered.

"I'm sorry." Blaine mumbled.

"It's okay..." Kurt said, breathless and not sure what to feel.

"I should have kissed you somewhere a little more private." Blaine winked, kissing Kurt's cheek and turning to walk away. Kurt stared at his retreating figure. His thoughts became more and more jumbled as he tried to process what to say. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed Blaine's arm. The shorter boy turned with a questioning look to be greeted with a pair of lips pressed gently against his own.

"I'll see you later." Kurt said, feeling fully confident as he winked and made his way to his next class.

This ought the be a fun ride.

A/N: SHABAAAM. Like it? I do!