Chapter 2

As Kurt was walking down the hallway toward cheerios practice, he made a brief stop at his locker to redo his hair. He couldn't help but wonder if the stress from Miss Lapel's Spanish class had made his hair droop slightly. As he paced down the corridor he saw a figure in a yellow jumper, black braces and a green bowtie. "Blaine" he thought to himself. It was only when he got closer that two of the football team started to flank him. Kurt heard then vaguely whispering behind him only being able to catch a couple of words "lockers…wait…lunch…no now….Anderson" with that last word Kurt's heart started pounding 'what were they going to do to Blaine today' he quickly stopped and turned on his heel. With all his heart he wanted to tell them "don't you dare he is my best friend and unless you want your nuts ripping off, I suggest you carry on walking" but he couldn't. He just stood there dumbstruck. After a couple of strange glances between the football players, they pushed past Kurt and started advancing towards Blaine.

Blaine was stood at his locker cleaning his glasses and all he saw through the hazed blur was two figures with red and white jackets advancing towards him "hey bill gates, how're you today? Found any bum boys yet?" Blaine just returned his glasses to his face and turned away and looked for the books he needed for the rest of the day. There was no way he was returning here for this to happen again. He then felt himself go head first into the locker next to his and a sharp pain shooting through his eyebrow "I expect an answer when I'm talking to you Anderson" one of the jocks roared before continuing "next time you wont be so lucky". Blaine closed his locker and ran into the boy's bathroom. Trying to hold back the tears, he looked into the mirror. His eyebrow was bleeding; he grabbed some tissue and caught the blood before it started running into his eye and the sharp sting of pain made him wince. He looked up in the mirror only to find Kurt stood behind him tears stinging his eyes.

"I'm so sorry Blaine, I should have stopped them." Was all he could manage to choke out at the sight of his best friend holding a damp towel to his already swollen eye.

"Its ok" Blaine pointed out "you didn't know what they were going to do. Besides my glasses are still good" Blaine always knew how to make things light hearted "don't get upset Kurt, I'm fine now honestly. I need to get to calculus but ill talk to you later" and with that Blaine walked out of the bathroom leaving Kurt stood there looking at his red eyes from crying.

Kurt took a while to compose himself, splashing water onto his face and trying to make his eyes look as natural as possible. He kept repeating the incident over and over in his head and telling himself 'Blaine is your friend, you should have stepped in. how could you let this happen to him' The rest of the day was a bit of a blur for Kurt, he went through Spanish, English and math class feeling numb about the events of the day. In fact, the only time he felt like he had been woken up was when he felt someone tugging at the back of his cheerios uniform. Becky Jackson. "Coach sue needs to see you in her office right away". Kurt trudged down the corridor towards Sue Sylvester's office hands trembling. As he walked in he saw Blaine standing there. He couldn't help but look confused but before he had the chance to question it Sue motioned for him to sit down "have a seat Porcelain, as I'm sure your aware your grades are falling lower then Lindsay Lohans underwear on a Saturday night" Blaine's mouth fell aghast slightly, he had never stopped long enough to listen some of the expressions Coach sue had used.

"Anyway" Sue continued "I can't have a failure on my cheerios Kurt, that's not my style. So until your grades get as high as your kicks, I'm afraid your stuck with Tub O' Gels here twice a week" Kurt felt powerless to stop it and glanced over to Blaine who gave him a knowing smile and said "no problem coach Sylvester, always happy to help". Kurt sighed apathetically and as his stood said "fine". Without asking if he could leave Kurt stormed out of the office, leaving Blaine sat there looking confused and disappointed. "Off you go, young Burt Reynolds" Blaine trudged out of the room and down the hallway to his car.

When he got home, Blaine lay on his bed staring at the ceiling trying to hide the tears that were forming in his eyes. How could Kurt treat him like that? He understood that Kurt was popular and he wasn't. But to stand there in the hallway and watch as his 'best friends' head got shoved into the locker, and he looked so angry when Blaine was sent to tutor him. And yet Blaine was still hopelessly in love with him.

Blaine must have drifted off to sleep because the buzzing on his bedside table startled him. Before he picked it up he looked at the clock next to him. It was 1am. Blaine tapped his phone on and looked at the text on the screen, it was from Kurt

'Blaine, I'm so sorry about today. If you don't want to tutor me then it's cool. I'm sure ill find someone else. I feel like I'm losing you and I never want that. Let me know. K'

Blaine lay in bed thinking about what he should do but he could never let Kurt, his best friend, the boy he was in love, down.

'See you Friday at 8. B'