Wow, I'm really sorry. I know this took forever to get out. I hate excuses, but I had finals, then it was the holidays, and I'm trying to juggle seeing so many people during my break. I'm feeling like this'll be the last chapter unless I suddenly get hit with a new idea for another chapter. Again, a huge thanks to everyone who added me to their alerts, reviewed, or simply read this story. It means so much to me. In related news, I have a bunch of ideas that I'm trying to get written, so be on the lookout for new stories coming your way.

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"Good morning, sweetheart," Blaine said, walking up next to Kurt in the hallway and kissing him on his cheek.

"Mm, morning. How did you sleep?"

"I slept great. Had a dream about the most amazing guy ever."

"Should I be jealous?"

"Only if you feel threatened by yourself," Blaine joked as they left Kurt's locker and made their way to first period.

"You ready for tonight?" Kurt asked.

"Of course. It'll be awesome to go back."

"I didn't realize you missed it so much."

"It was just... I needed it before. I have you now, and that helps. But..."

"Blaine, I get it. Promise," Kurt smiled at Blaine, taking his hand and squeezing it briefly before letting it go. Though things had calmed down at school with Karofsky gone, they weren't willing to push their luck.

"Have a nice time in French. See you in lunch," Blaine said, smiling and continuing down the hallway towards his first period, history.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Blaine was pumped so full of adrenaline that he barely paid attention in his classes. Kurt, on the other hand, was nervous about what to expect that night. He had never gone to one of the meetings before, and had no idea about what to expect. Blaine had never been able to tell him much, which was understandable, but somewhat irritating. Either way, both boys were awaiting the end of the day eagerly.

In Glee club that day, Blaine and Kurt kept mostly to themselves, whispering quietly to each other and sharing loving gestures. Luckily, Mr. Schue decided that today should be a day for them to relax, since they had won Regionals and still had several weeks before Nationals.

"Kurt, I'm serious. We don't have to go tonight if you're not comfortable with it. I know it isn't something that you were interested in before, and I'll completely understand if you don't want to go. I won't go either if you don't want me to."

"No, I want us to go. I feel like it would be good for you to go. I know that things have been kind of rough at home, and I know that sometimes you just need to get it out. So we're going to go. I'll be fine. Tonight's all about you."

"I love you, Kurt. You're honestly way too good for me," Blaine said, smiling sweetly at Kurt.

"Nope. We're absolutely perfect for each other," Kurt replied as the bell rang, signaling the end of Glee Club.

"Okay, Dad's pretty easy going about me leaving once dinner's over. Most of the time it's Finn that had plans, so it shouldn't be a problem. Are we taking my car, or yours?"

"We can take mine. It doesn't really matter. I'll see you later," Blaine said as they stood beside Kurt's car.

"I'll text you when I'm on my way," Kurt said, opening his door and climbing into his car. He watched Blaine walk to his own car with a gently smile playing across his features before turning the key in the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot.

"So, Kurt, what are your plans for tonight? Blaine gonna come over and watch a movie again?" Burt asked after everyone had been seated at the table.

"Actually, I'm spending the night at Mercedes' tonight," Kurt lied, hoping his dad would buy it.

"I thought you two weren't talking. Haven't seen her around lately."

"No, we've just been really busy. So we decided to hang out tonight to catch up."

"Okay then. You gonna be able to do some hours in the shop tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I should be back around lunch," Kurt answered, relieved that there was something honest about his story.

"Good," Burt replied, returning his attention to his food.

After dinner, Kurt packed his bag for Blaine's, making sure to include the black jeans that Blaine liked so much. Rushing to his car, Kurt called out a goodbye to his family before making his way out of the door. Once his car was started, Kurt texted Blaine to let him know he was on his way.

"Hey, baby," Blaine said after he opened his door.

"Hey. You ready to go?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah. Are you driving?"

"I figured since I was already in the car, it made more sense. I'll just get my stuff after we get back."

"Sounds good. You still sure you want to go?"

"I'm positive. If I tell you one more time, then I'm leaving you on the side of the road and going by myself," Kurt said, smiling at Blaine so he'd know he was joking.

Laughing gently, Blaine reached over and grabbed Kurt's hand. Blaine's knuckles were already taped. It was a habit he'd gotten in once he started going to the meetings. If he didn't tape his knuckles before he left, then he usually found himself so caught up in everything that was going on that he forgot to do it.

After the drive to Dalton, Blaine and Kurt got out of the car, stepping into the chilly night air. Blaine led the way to the abandoned shed that the Warblers used for these meetings, since no one else ever went in there. All staff left by five on Fridays, so it was guaranteed that nobody would interrupt the Warblers. Pulling open the heavy door, the smell of sweat, and blood washed over the two boys, joined by the sound of cheers and fists landing against flesh.

"Blaine! Hurry up, it's almost your turn. We thought we were gonna have to give Sebastian to someone else," Nick said, pulling Blaine into a quick hug.

"There's no way I'd miss it, Nick. How long do I have?"

"You guys are after Jeff and Thad. So, probably not too long. You know Thad. All talk, not much action."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Let me just get ready, alright?" Blaine said, setting his bag on the floor and placing a chaste kiss to Kurt's lips before checking the tape around his knuckles and removing his shirt.

Kurt's eyes raked over Blaine's uncovered torso. As many times as he had seen Blaine without a shirt, he'd never gotten over how flawless his boyfriend was. The boxing sessions showed in the chiseled abs and smooth muscles.

"This is for you, baby," Blaine muttered, walking over to the center of the floor where Jeff was helping Thad up. The fights were never about hate. It was about friends helping each other release the stress and aggression that each student held silently under their skin. Before the fight, they were friends. During, they were whatever they were feeling. After, they were better friends.

Except now.

Blaine stood in the center of the mat, rolling his neck to make sure he was loose. He looked around, winking at Kurt before turning his attention on the boy opposite him. With a jolt of excitement, Blaine eyed Sebastian up. Sebastian looked nervous. Jumpy.

Scared, Blaine thought.

"Fight!" Blaine heard Nick call.

Instead of making the first move, Blaine waited, calculating Sebastian's strategy. He was sloppy. Blaine easily ducked his flailing fists, desperately seeking contact. Sensing his opportunity, Blaine lunged forward, landing a punch squarely on Sebastian's jaw. Though Blaine made sure to not put all of his power behind the right hook, Sebastian still stumbled backwards, clutching his face and looking surprised. This was Blaine's secret weapon. He was often overlooked and underestimated due to his size. Challenge flashing in Sebastian's eyes, he set himself up again, holding his fists up.

Inexperienced, Blaine added to the list of things about Sebastian that he could use to his advantage.

Staying relaxed, Blaine didn't let his gaze wander from Sebastian's face. Before Sebastian had a chance to make a move, Blaine moved forward again, managing to land several more punches before Sebastian even had a chance to try and block.

Distracted, Blaine thought as Sebastian's eyes darted around the circle. Blaine had learned long ago to push the noise of the rowdy crowd to the back of his mind. Any distraction from the fight made it easier for someone to take advantage of you.

"You know Blaine, I wouldn't expect this from you. You're usually so refined. Maybe you should work with Kurt. Make him a little more masculine," Sebastian sneered as he and Blaine squared up again.

Rage flooded Blaine's body. Snarling, he moved toward Sebastian. This was his weakness. Kurt. When Sebastian staggered back again, Blaine darted his eyes to where Kurt stood outside of the circle, eyes wide and mouth parted in awe.

Beautiful, Blaine had time to think before a slender fist connected with his own face, taking him by surprise.

"Don't know why you'd get so distracted by him. He's nothing special. Although I will admit, he does make those pants look good."

It seemed that Sebastian finally realized how to make the fight even. His words filled Blaine with the desire to defend and protect Kurt. He became sloppy, rushed, and imperfect.

Sebastian used this to his advantage. Lip bleeding, he swung for Blaine again, shock flitting across his face briefly when Blaine swung his arm up to block the punch. Their fight was not the usual fight seen in the meetings. It wasn't about release, or escape. They were fighting to harm. Words, fists, and feet flying. Sebastian's slurs about Kurt came faster and faster, muttered under his breath so only Blaine would be able to hear. Neither of them noticed the circle becoming silent.

The Warblers had never seen Blaine like this. Even during his fights, he somehow maintained his gentlemanly persona, always making sure that his opponent wasn't too seriously injured. The Blaine in front of them now was an animal.

Kurt was beside himself. Every time Sebastian managed to make contact with Blaine's body, Blaine let out a hardly noticeable grunt of pain. It took all of Kurt's power to not break through the circle and drag Blaine away from the attack. The fight would have to continue until one of the two asked for it to stop. If Kurt interrupted, then Blaine would be unhappy.

Blaine was in his glory. Every hit that Sebastian got in only fueled his attack more. His insults towards Kurt added to the fire, making him hit harder, faster, better. At first, he wasn't able to control the sudden swell that Sebastian caused inside of him. The influx of rage, disgust, pity. But this was another of Blaine's advantages. Anything he felt got put into the fight. When his Dad refused to talk to him for a month after he told his parents about Kurt, he hadn't lost a single fight. When Karofsky had kissed Kurt, he hit Wes so hard that he split his lip with the first punch. Kurt was the fire behind his attacks. Always Kurt. The desire to make Kurt proud, to show that he could win, could be the best, drove him to fight.

He would win this fight.

Taking Sebastian by surprise, Blaine dropped his hands and took a step back. Confused, Sebastian let his guard down.

Mistake, Blaine thought as he stepped forward for the last time and punched Sebastian with all of his strength.

In agony, Sebastian held up his hand. This was the signal that all the Warblers agreed on to stop a fight. Blaine finally let the silence around him infiltrate his consciousness. He glanced around, noticing that all the Warblers were looking at him. Nick shook himself out of his stupor and stepped forward.

"Blaine wins this fight."

Blaine made his way to Sebastian, moving his hand away from his face.

"You'll want to put ice on that as soon as possible. They won't make you fight again, unless you ask to."

"Why do you care?"

"Because I'm not a terrible person. I don't like to see other people in pain," Blaine answered calmly before turning away from Sebastian and making his way towards Kurt, who was waiting with a damp towel and a water bottle.

"Thanks, babe. You ready to get out of here?" Blaine asked before squirting the water onto his hair and rubbing the towel over his face.

"Yeah. You sure you don't want to stay?"

"Positive."

Waving goodbye to their friends, who had finally gotten over their shock of seeing Blaine so primal, Kurt and Blaine made their way back to Kurt's car. Since Blaine's body was still pumping with adrenaline, he didn't think about the fact that he was still shirtless until Kurt handed him the extra shirt he had packed into his bag. After getting into their respective seats, Kurt turned the car on before turning sideways in his seat and taking Blaine's hand into his own. The tape around his knuckles was spotted with blood and peeling away due to the sweat. As gently as possible, Kurt removed the tape and wrapped Blaine's hand in gauze, then raised his knuckles and kissed them gently, his eyes locked onto Blaine's gold ones.

"I love you," Kurt whispered.

"Love you too," Blaine answered as Kurt gave the same treatment to his other hand.

"You ready to go home?"

"You bet. I'm in need of a long shower," Blaine muttered suggestively.

"Well, with your hands like this, I don't think you're in any position to be washing your own hair," Kurt responded while putting the car into drive and pulling away from Dalton.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Blaine said, smiling at Kurt before laying his head back onto the headrest and closing his eyes.

AN: And, that's a wrap. Be on the lookout for more stories coming your way. A big thanks again to anyone who read this story. You're all amazing. If you want to be updated through other ways, you can follow me on tumblr (mischiefmanaged1993[.]tumblr[.]com) without the brackets or on twitter (mmanaged1993). See you guys soon!