AN: You guys are awesome, you know that? I love reviews, and now I shall adress ceartain questions/comments for your reading benifit/my amusement.

Does Blaine manipulate/hurt Kurt? He manipulates him a bit, but he wouldn't hurt him just to be a sadist. (Even though my cousin thinks it would be interesting, I flat out refuse.) He really does love him in a twisted, twisted way.

Eager beaver is an expression from back in the day, not a nickname. It's like lucky duck or Negative Nancy. (I like to think of Blaine using old-timey terms. I don't know why.)

I have read A Political Romance. That thing is the shit; Everyone go read it now. (I'm trying very hard to not copy that in any way, so warn me if I start.)

I also liked my summary, thank you :D

OK, chapter warnings: Blaine being possessive, and KUM FRIENDSHIP! I promise they won't end up romantic, but I need Kurt to grow close to another boy, and I don't like Finn. I toyed with Mike, as I love him, and I might bring him in later, but I chose Sam because I think he'd be easy to be jealous of. They boy's a greek god.


Kurt Hummel was in a very, very good mood. He had aced his trigonometry exam, managed to convince Sam that orange is nobody's color, and hadn't had a run-in with any beverage-weilding jocks all day. And to top it all off, he now had Blaine. Sweet, caring, gorgeous Blaine, who had held his hand and told him to be strong, who sang to him in front of a room full of people, who gave him his number and insisted that if he ever needed anything, anything at all, to just call him. Kurt sighed, looking adoringly at the picture he'd hung of Blaine in his locker.

Some might say that he was taking it a bit too far with the frame and the collage, but it wasn't like Blaine had to know. Besides, they had exchanged school pictures. It's not his fault that Dalton didn't understand the concept of 'wallet-size'. He glanced down at his phone for what was probably the seventh time that day, smiling happily as he stared at the single word displayed on the screen.

Courage.

Blaine wanted him to be brave, to stand up for himself. Everyone else ignored what was going on with Karofsky; Mercedes, Finn, even his teachers. They cared, sure, just not enough to do anything, or to even acknowledge it unless it was right in front of them.

Not Blaine. Blaine had spent over an hour letting him cry in to his shoulder, and hadn't even once complained about his blazer's potential suffering from the salt. He'd helped Kurt see that Karofsky was just ignorant, and that it was up to him to fight for himself if nobody else would. It made sense, he supposed, and Blaine just seemed so smart, and refined, and had been in Kurt's situation, so he must know what he was talking about.

Of course, when Kurt was sitting on a cold locker room floor crying his eyes out, Blaine's plan didn't look so smart. It wasn't his fault though. Blaine hadn't met Karofsky, he probably would have picked up the signs if he had. No, if Karofsky had just been a homophobe, like Kurt had told Blaine he was, the courage thing would have worked.

But Karofsky wasn't just a homophobe. He was gay, very closeted, and very much disgusted and scared of himself.

And he had kissed him. His first kiss, gone. He used to imagine what it would be like to give it to Finn, and then Sam, to a lesser extent, but he'd known with each of them that it might not happen.

Buth then Blaine, Blaine would have been perfect. He's gay, and charming, and he had held his hand, so obviously there was a connection. Blaine would have kissed him, he was sure of it.

Blaine! Blaine said to call if he needed anything. Maybe he'd know what to do.

Kurt sniffled, wiping his eyes, before picking himself off of the floor and heading off to locate his phone.


Blaine sped towards McKinley High as fast as his car would go, fuck the speed limit.

He couldn't believe his plan had backfired so heavily.

He had planned for two outcomes, and neither of them involved Kurt's lips touching anyone other then himself. Either Kurt would confront his bullies, get laughed at, and end up feeling powerless and calling Blaine, or be too afraid to actually go through with it, and would end up calling Blaine and apologizing out of some idea that he had let him down.

Then, Blaine would comfort him, and hold him, and tell him that somehow they'd find a way for him to be safe, all while casually slipping Dalton pamplets in to the other boy's bag. Kurt would come to Dalton, where Blaine would be able to care for him and keep him safe. He wouldn't have to worry about anybody messing with his boy at Dalton, and on the off chance that someone did, well, he had enough pull with the school board to ensure that they wouldn't get the opprotunity to do so again.

He didn't want Kurt to actually get hurt though. He would never want that. Kurt was too sweet and innocent for all of the crap he had gotten, and it had broken Blaine's heart to hear him sob over the phone.

When he finally got to McKinley, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He had to be cool and collected, like a courageous gentleman. That's what Kurt wanted, a knight in shining armor. So that's what he'd be.

He grabbed his Blackberry and sent Kurt a quick text before stepping out of his car.


Kurt jumped as his phone vibrated in his pocket.

I'm here, don't worry. I'll take care of this.

-Blaine

Kurt sighed, quickly tapping out a response on his keypad. It was so sweet of Blaine to come as soon as he called, even though it was in the middle of a school day.

Blaine couldn't have been more relieved at the near-instant response Kurt gave him.

I'm in the hall closest to the front. Do you want me to come meet you?

-Kurt

Blaine smiled. Good, he would be there in just a moment.

No, I'm almost there. Just stay where you are.

-Blaine

Kurt was about to reply when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, and was faced with none other then Sam Evans. He blinked in surprise.

"Oh, hey Sam. What are you doing here?"

The blonde boy grinned.

"Well, you know how I'm dating Quinn? I really like her, and I want to impress her, but I have no idea what to do. I figured, since you're like, the Yoda of romance, you could help me out. Would you?"

Kurt glanced over his shoulder. Blaine would be here any second, and if Sam saw him then somehow the rest of New Directions would find out. Still, Sam was a nice guy, and any resentment he had about his and Quinn's relationship was lost as soon as he met Blaine. He put on the most genuine smile he could muster.

"I'd love to help Sam. Why don't you call me after school, and we can work out a plan together?"

Sam's smile widened.

"Awesome. Thanks, Kurt."

He patted Kurt's shoulder slightly awkwardly, before running off with a wave. Kurt shook his head, sighing. Sam was sweet, and didn't freak out if they sat closer then three feet from each other. He was over the crush, but it might be nice to have an actual guy friend.

"Who was that?"

Kurt spun around, a smile forming on his face at the sound of Blaine's voice.

"Oh, Sam? He's in glee with me. He's having girl issues." He looked at Blaine's face, and noticed that he was staring at Sam's retreating form intently. Kurt felt his heart drop. Is that what Blaine liked? Boys like Sam? He didn't think he could handle it if Blaine rejected him too. "W-why do you ask?" he asked quickly.

Blaine returned his attention back to him.

"I was just worried he was messing with you, that's all." He sighed, giving Kurt a small smile. "I'm being paranoid, I'm sorry. Why don't we go find that Karofsky guy and see if he'll talk to us, hm?"

Kurt nodded slowly. He had almost managed to block the incident from his mind for a minute there.

"I think he's heading to lunch with everyone else."

Blaine nodded, grabbing Kurt's hand and gripping it tightly, heading in the direction of the quad.

"Perfect."


AN: I think here is a good place to start, because I'm not writing the Karofsky bit. It plays out the same way it did on the show.

Ok, so, questions and/or comments? Yeah, I like those.