"Blaine!" Brittany S. Pierce said with a smile as she ran up to Blaine's locker, who greeted her with a smile. Despite his dislike for most of the Cheerios, Brittany never failed to brighten his day.

"Oh hey Brittany, what's up?"

"The ceiling?"

"I… never mind."

"So, I saw you talking to Kurt yesterday."

"Yeah, he's really nice."

"Nice as in nice or nice nice?"

"I don't understand."

"Come on Blaine, I know you like him."

"I don't-"

"Look, I may be switching between being gay and straight but I know love when I see it. You were giving him full on heart eyes."

"No I wasn't."

"I could practically see the love pouring out of you onto the floor. You like Kurt Hummel," Brittany concluded with a smile, patting Blaine on the back before walking off with her ponytail swinging.

Blaine shut his locker door and the sound echoed throughout the now empty hallway.

Did he really like Kurt Hummel?

But he pretty much only started talking to him yesterday.

So you can't really just start liking someone after one meeting.

Right?

Blaine scanned the hallway, making sure it was empty, and retraced his steps back to where he helped Kurt pick up his books.

That was the spot where Kurt got slushied.

That was the spot where Blaine picked up the first of Kurt's books.

That was the spot where Kurt was leaning against the locker, looking so sick of all this bullying that he went through every day.

That was the spot where Kurt rubbed his thumb across Blaine's shoulder.

Instinctively, Blaine's fingers grazed the place where Kurt's thumb met his shoulder blade and felt a shiver run down his spine.

Okay.

Maybe, just maybe, he did like Kurt Hummel.


"Kurt come on, we're going to be late for Glee club," Tina scolded as she grabbed Kurt's hand just as he finished getting his books from his locker and dragged him to the choir room.

As they burst into the room, Mr Shue looked up from his place on the piano and smiled, "Tina and Kurt, there you two are. We've been waiting for you."

Kurt shot a small smile at Mr Shue as he went to take his normal position at the back with Tina and Mercedes.

"Okay guys, so we all know junior prom is coming up soon-"

The Glee club burst into a mix of whoops and groans.

"-and we're going to be singing the music!"

"Mr Shue, you are literally dragging us into the area of fire," Mercedes said, causing Kurt to snicker quietly.

"Look guys, this will be a great opportunity for us. Principal Figgins is even using the money he was planning to spend on Air Supply to get them to come to the prom."

"I swear all of them died," Sam muttered with a frown.

"Who cares? Now I have the time to perfect a solo that I will obviously be performing which will be Barbara Streisand's-"

"Okay Rachel! That's enough. Now I'm going to let you guys out early so that you can go home and plan some songs for the prom. Oh and don't worry guys, our musical numbers won't last too long so you'll have plenty of time to dance with your dates," Mr Shue cast a knowing look at the members of the club, "You're all dismissed."


"Man I can't wait until prom. Sam and I are going together and it's going to be great," Mercedes told Kurt and Tina with a happy smile, hugging her bag to her chest as they walked to the mall for their weekly shopping spree.

"Neither, apparently Mike is color coordinating his suit with mine."

"That's adorable."

"That's adorable," Kurt mimicked with a scowl.

"Hey, why so snarky?" Mercedes asked, putting her arm around Kurt's shoulders which was quickly shoved off.

"I've had enough. I love you two, so much. I love our shopping trips and dates to the patisserie down the street. I love our secret conversations in Glee club. But do you guys ever think before you speak?"

"Baby, I don't know what you're talking about."

"When you both ramble on about how 'perfect' your boyfriend is, do you ever think about how that makes me feel? Do you know how hard it is being gay in Ohio? It's like signing yourself up for a death sentence. You're shunned and mocked by people you used to call your friends. You two are the only people who are there for me and you're just talking about how fucking perfect prom's going to be for you and your date and I have never felt more alone."

"Kurt," Tina nibbled on her lip, sending her best friend a long apologetic glance, "I'm so sorry. You know us, we get carried away sometimes."

"And you'll find someone worthy of you soon. I promise you that," Mercedes added, "We didn't mean to make you feel that way."

"It's fine Mercedes, and thank you Tina. I'm sorry too. I'm just so tired these days."

"Natalia?"

"She had me scrubbing the table so hard last night it tore my skin. She was just standing there, screaming at me. Telling me how useless I was. Telling me how weak I was. Telling me how I was Devil's spawn and a sin to mankind."

"Baby, you need to do something about this."

"What can I do Mercedes? I have no proof that it was her that did all of this in the first place."

"Oh look," a rough voice said from behind the trio, "Its Hummel and his lady friends."

They turned to find David looking at them with a curled lip, Letterman jacket neatly pressed against his torso.

"What do you want David?" Kurt asked with a sigh.

"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. Sympathy, that's all you want. You're crying to your little friends about how Mom doesn't treat you well. Well guess what faggot, you deserve every scar and bruise because you're a fucking queer and going straight to Hell-"

David was cut short by the sickening crack of fist against his face. David fell to the ground, stunned by the blow, blood pooling on the ground from his nose.

Kurt inhaled sharply at the sight of his stepbrother on the ground and people around him were gasping quietly and there were shrieks from mothers and hushed whispers from children.

He glanced around wildly to see who punched David and his heart stopped beating when he saw who it was.

Blaine Anderson stood above David, a look of utter bewilderment on his face at his actions. His hand was still suspended in the air and he was staring at it as if it had betrayed the orders his body had given.

Kurt was so shocked that he nearly didn't notice the loud squeak of trainers against the floor and Sue Sylvester in a Juicy Couture track suit screaming "You okay Porcelain?" in his ear.

But what he did notice was when Blaine's eyes met his, hazel golden to blue grey; it looked like Blaine didn't regret what he had done at all.