Kurt turned around slowly and plastered a smile on his face. He held back a cringe as he met eyes with Rachel Berry. She was standing in front of him with her awful horse sweater and knee length skirt on. 'God, you would have thought she'd have learned how to dress in my absence. Maybe she'll let me help her.'

"Hi Rachel. Yes, unfortunately I'm back. How have you been?"

Kurt hadn't kept in touch with anyone once he left. When he had attended Mckinley the previous year, his only friends had been the Glee Club, and as much as he loved them, he didn't want their pity or attempted persuasion to come back.

"Great. I got all of the solos at the rest of our competitions last year, as I'm sure you remember from Regionals. You boys were amazing. I tried to talk to you that day, we all did, but you must not have heard us because you never turned around. We lost at Nationals, but at least we got to go. The club would love to have you back, I'm sure. We need your voice. Naturally you'd be singing backup to me again, but that's okay. Finn still refuses to acknowledge our stunning chemistry and is still prancing around with Quinn. Don't worry one day I will have him. Mark my words. OH! I almost forgot, we have-"

"Girl, give Kurt some breathing room." Mercedes said as she walked up to the duo. "Hey Kurt. I missed you."

Kurt smiled at Mercedes. She had been his best friend before the transfer. He leaned down and gave her a shy hug.

"I missed you too, 'Cedes."

"What classes are you taking?" Mercedes asked, holding out her schedule to compare.

Kurt examined her schedule and smiled, "We have English together first."

Mercedes smiled back warmly, "Do you want to walk together?"

Kurt nodded and turned to Rachel again, who looked like she had been kicked for all the pouting she was doing. "Let's catch up more later. It's good to see you, Rachel."

"You too, Kurt. I'm happy to have my best gay back." She said, pouncing on him with a too tight hug.

Once she let go, Kurt looped his arm through Mercedes' and turned towards their classroom.

"So who was that fine boy I saw you with at Regionals last year?" She said with a wink.

Kurt couldn't help but smile at the thought of Blaine. "That was Bl-"

Kurt yelped as he suddenly found himself thrown against a locker. The pain that shot through his shoulder and arm was worse than he remembered it being.

"Welcome back, fairy boy."

Kurt immediately began shaking and hyperventilating at the sound of Karofsky's voice. He looked up through his tear-filled vision to watch the blob of Karofsky's back walking away, pausing only to high five Azimio as he went.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" Mercedes asked, her voice laced with concern.

Kurt shook his head and tried to calm his breathing, "N-n-no."

Blaine barely made it through his classes. He almost had his phone taken away several times because he kept checking it in the middle of class to see if Kurt had tried to contact him. Thankfully, his 'Blaine Anderson Charm' worked on all of his teachers. His phone remained blank. After classes, he groaned as he remembered it was the first Warbler meeting of the year.

TO KURT: I hope your day has been alright. I know it has to be hard, but you're amazing. Don't forget that. Let me know how it went.

He pocketed his phone and walked towards the conference room they used for Warbler practice. He smiled as he saw Nick and Jeff walking towards him.

"Hey guys." He said once they met outside the door.

"Hey Blaine. How's Kurt doing? It was his first day also, right?" Jeff said, his eyes filled with concern for his friend.

Blaine nodded, "Yeah, it was. I talked to him this morning to wish him luck, but he hasn't said anything since then. I actually just texted him to let me know how it went. I hope he's okay."

Blaine watched as his friends exchanged a sad look and sighed.

"I'm sure it was hell, but Kurt's strong. He'll be alright." Nick said and patted Blaine's shoulder.

They turned to walk into the room as Blaine spoke, "I hope so. I mean-"

"Excuse me." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

Blaine, Nick and Jeff turned to face the owner of the voice. Blaine looked up at the tall boy before him. His hair was fashioned in a slightly off-center spike and his blue eyes stuck out under his dark eyebrows. The boy was attractive; Blaine couldn't begin to doubt that. His perma-smirk made Blaine want to know what was going on in his head.

"How can we help you?" Blaine asked, ever the gentleman.

"Is this where the Warblers auditions are held?"

All three boys' attitude seemed to lighten at that. Blaine felt the excitement running through his veins. He always felt that way at the news of a new addition to the team.

"Yeah, come on in. Are you a freshman?" Nick asked, eyeing the boy cautiously.

The boy snorted, "Really? Do I look like a freshman? I would let you figure it out, but my man vibes would out me sooner than you'd figure it out by yourself. I'm a junior. We just moved to town from Paris."

Blaine's eyebrows raised, 'Why would someone move here from Paris?' The boy turned to Blaine and smiled what appeared to be a genuine smile. Blaine's stomach flipped flopped and he felt a blush dusting his cheeks.

"Well, practice is about to start. Just let Thad or Wes know you want to audition." Jeff said, pulling Nick inside the room, leaving the boy and Blaine alone in the hall for a moment.

"Well, aren't you just the sexiest thing I've seen all day. I'm Sebastian Smythe."

Blaine's cheeks burned as he held out his hand, "Blaine Anderson."

The boys shook hands and Blaine felt his hand tingling and warm, even after Sebastian pulled his hand away.

"Well, Blaine Anderson, are you going to escort me inside this room, or should I escort you back to my room instead?"

Kurt paced nervously outside of the choir room after school. They had a spare hour before the club started so people could get some coffee or food before rehearsal. In the past, Kurt always trekked out to the Lima Bean, which happened to be a popular chain coffee shop in Westerville as well, to get his caffeine fix, but he felt too nervous to try and stomach anything before facing his former friends. He had seen many of them throughout the day, Tina, Mike, Sam, Mercedes and Artie even asked him to sit with them at lunch, but going back to Glee Club was a bigger mountain to climb than a random sighting in the halls.

Suddenly, as Kurt was about to turn and repeat his pace for the millionth time, he found himself shoved against a locker, a solid body holding him in place. Kurt's eyes widened in fear as he realized Karofsky was the one holding him there.

"Listen fag, you haven't told anyone what happened last year did you?" Karofsky's horrid breath invaded Kurt's nostrils but he barely noticed over the proximity of the larger boy.

Kurt had told Blaine when he freaked out during one of their first heavier make-out sessions. They had taken a while to build to that, because Kurt was afraid after what Karofsky had done that he would never be able to be okay with someone being near him, let alone kissing him. They had barely kissed for the first month of dating, and slowly built to more once Kurt realized that Blaine was different. Blaine could be trusted. Blaine wouldn't hurt him. It was the first time he had felt Blaine's erection pressed against his thigh. They both had been caught up in the kiss, but the second Kurt felt it, he was thrown into a panic attack.

His mind had taken him back to the locker room on the last day of school before Christmas break. He had just finished changing after gym when Karofsky came barging in, walking straight to Kurt. Next thing he knew, Kurt was shoved against a locker and Karofsky's mouth was on his. A tongue was shoved into his mouth, lapping against his own. Then Karofsky had leaned his hips forward, grinding his erection against Kurt's thigh. Kurt had remained still, his entire being in shock, through the whole initial kiss, but once Karofsky started grinding on him, he yelped and tried to push Karofsky off of him. Karofsky had reached his hand down, starting to undo the top button of Kurt's pants. Kurt cried then, he didn't know what to do. He pushed and pushed, trying to get the jock away from him, but nothing worked. His button and zipper were undone; Karofsky was still grinding against him. Suddenly, a loud sound came from outside of the locker room; Karofsky jumped back for a moment before he crowded into Kurt again, his fiery gaze locked on Kurt's tear filled one. That's when the death threat came; the one that shook Kurt to his core. Everything that had happened in the previous moments faded, because he sincerely believed that Karofsky was capable of murder in that moment. Then, Kurt was alone.

Blaine had been furious and had wanted to call the police. He had wanted to bring justice to the guy who caused Kurt so much anguish. Blaine was even more furious that Kurt hadn't told his father; he had told Burt that the bullying had become too much and showed him the scars and bruises littering his torso, along with the stories of the slushie attacks. Burt had known Kurt wouldn't have complained if it weren't extremely serious and threatened to sue the school, but Kurt had just begged to transfer and let it be. Blaine pleaded with Kurt to tell someone, or let him tell someone, but Kurt refused, panicking more with every passing second. Blaine had eventually let it rest, not wanting to be someone who caused Kurt anxiety.

'Protect yourself and Blaine.'

"No. I haven't told anyone." Kurt said, trying to keep his breathing even.

"Good. Keep it that way." Karofsky said before letting him go and stalking away with one last hate-filled glance over his shoulder.

TO KURT: Please just talk to me. Tell me you're alright, or not. I understand if you don't want to...talk, but please let me know you're okay. It's been a week. Please.

TO KURT: Kurt, come on. This isn't funny. I'll take a bus out to Lima if I have to.

TO KURT: The guys all say hi. Talk to me.

TO KURT: Okay, I'm going to the bus then. I'll see you in a few hours.

FROM KURT: I'm fine. Stay there.

Blaine breathed a sigh of relief, though he knew Kurt was far from fine, he was just relieved to hear from him.

TO KURT: Do you want to talk about your day?

FROM KURT: No. Tell everyone I say hi. I'm going to bed, it's almost midnight. You should do the same.

Blaine sighed. 'Please, just talk to me.'

TO KURT: Okay. Goodnight.

His phone stayed silent for half an hour, when it went off again, Blaine pounced on it, hoping it was Kurt. He bit his lip when he saw the sender's name, butterflies floating in his stomach. He turned on his side and opened the text.

FROM SEBASTIAN: I didn't know you were good at building tents.

TO SEBASTIAN: What are you talking about?

FROM SEBASTIAN: Well, I was just thinking about you and a tent sprung up in my sheets. Nice work, killer. Maybe you should come help me disassemble it.

Blaine stared at his phone, his mouth instantly dry, his heart racing, and his cock growing hard.

TO SEBASTIAN: Nice try. Take care of it yourself. See you in rehearsal tomorrow.

FROM SEBASTIAN: Take care of yourself, Blaine. See you.

Blaine groaned, the text could have meant a simple 'take care' but he knew better than that. He had known Sebastian for a week, and everything out of his mouth seemed to be an innuendo. He was a very nice guy; he had his moments, anyway. He was also extremely talented and was a great addition to the Warblers. Blaine knew he had his work cut out for him if he had wanted to stay lead soloist the second Sebastian had opened his mouth for his audition. They had built a sort of friendship already where Sebastian would offer some form of sex and Blaine would get flustered and turn him down. Sebastian had joined the Warblers for post rehearsal coffee a few times and always sat next to Blaine, making comments and even attempting normal conversation for a few minutes. The more he got to know Sebastian, the more he got to like him.

Blaine took a deep breath and tried to calm his body because he most certainly would not jerk off because of something Sebastian had said; though it wouldn't be the first time. His phone went off again and though he was reluctant, Blaine opened the text.

FROM SEBASTIAN: Thanks, killer.

TO SEBASTIAN: For...?

FROM SEBASTIAN: The amazing blow job you just gave me in my mind. I have a feeling you're a pro. You want to hear about it?

That was it. Blaine couldn't hold back any longer. As the texts flooded in, Blaine reached below his covers and slid down his pajama pants, taking his already leaking erection in one hand, his bottle of lube from his nightstand drawer in the other.

"Alright everybody! Settle down, I have in my hand our competition for Sectionals!" Mr. Schue said as he walked in the choir room on the first day of their third week of Glee Club.

They had already began discussing possible songs, Rachel pulling out the tears when Mr. Schue announced they'd be holding auditions for solos. They were all hoping to make it to Nationals again, if only to make up for their last place finish the year before. The competition was still a month and a half away, but they wanted to get a jump on their songs so they'd have no mistakes.

"Okay, Vocal Adrenaline, Our Voices Are Our Weapons, and the Warblers."

All eyes turned to Kurt, who sat stock still, unsure of which emotion was going to decide to settle in his system. 'We're going against the Warblers. It was bound to happen eventually, but...now? Blaine.'

Kurt bit his lip as tears welled in his eyes. He couldn't be sure if they were happy tears or ones of regret, but he refused to let them out in front of his friends.

"Vocal Adrenaline, Our Voices Are Our Weapons, and the New Directions."

Nick grabbed Blaine's hand as his eyes widened at the final team that flowed out of Wes' mouth. 'Kurt.'

"Did you say Nude Erections?" Sebastian laughed, "What a name. Why aren't we on their team, huh Blaine?" Sebastian nudged him and Blaine attempted an eye roll but only ended up rolling his eyes to the ceiling. Sebastian leaned over and whispered, "Hey, are you okay?"

Blaine swallowed and nodded, "Y-yeah. Fine."

"Okay. We still on for dinner?"

'Kurt! You're going to see him in a month and a half...but then not again for a long time. What's one dinner? Kurt.'

"Yeah."

Sebastian nodded and leaned back to a normal sitting position. It was Nick's turn to lean to Blaine.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Blaine shook his head, "Didn't think so. It'll be okay. You get to see Kurt. Isn't that what you've been hoping for?"

Blaine took a shaky breath, "Yeah, but what happens when he doesn't want to see me like he didn't want to see his friends last year?"

"You know that was a different situation. He didn't leave here because he was being bullied; he left because he had to." Blaine nodded, "It'll be fine. Are you really going out with Sebastian again?"

Blaine sighed, "It's only our second date, Nick. Maybe it's a good thing."

Nick sighed in return, "Yeah. Maybe."

"Nick, Blaine, care to pay attention?" Wes' 'I have the gavel now' tone ringing in Blaine's ears.

"Sorry," they both muttered, Nick letting Blaine's hand go with a final squeeze.

A/N: I don't own Glee nor its characters. I hope y'all are enjoying the story! Thanks for following/favoriting. Let me know what you thought! :)