AN: Okay, so I like this chapter. It's just a filler, but the next chapter is going to begin the epicness that I have planned.

Note that, in the future, it's going to get darker. Blaine isn't one of those Twilight werewolves, he's like, seriously hardcore. But delightfully so. Think season two of Buffy Spike. He enjoys evil activities, but he has a soft side for his love. Which is Kurt, in this case. (Spike's being Drusilla in season two. Seriously, if you haven't seen Buffy, watch it. I will mail you my seasons dvds.)

Of course, don't be expecting him to start wearing a long black coat and smoke. It's just a...comparison of priorities...if you will.

Okay, that didn't make sense. So, you know, read this, and forgive my rambling. Please?

I walked into McKinley High School the next day, eager to see Kurt again. I felt like hell this morning, as is typical after the full moon, but as usual, was fine by the afternoon. And since I took the day after the full moon off from Dalton every month, nobody would notice me sneaking away to McKinley just before the school's three-thirty release. (Although why they didn't question my regular abscences was rather odd, I mean really, you'd think a school like that would be on top of that kind of thing.)

I decided to wait by Kurt's locker. I had even brought a single rose, as I remembered him gushing over the romantic antics of the movies we watched. For a first-time boyfriend, I considered myself to be doing fantastically.

The bell rang, and the hallway immediately filled with students running to-and-fro. I scanned the crowd for Kurt, smiling when I caught sight of him, looking uncomfortable as he stood between a short brunette and a innopropriately-dressed latino. They seemed to be arguing over some sort of schedualing conflict.

"No way is Hummel missing practice just so you can sing with him! You never even wanted to sing with him until Frankenteen went and dumped your hobbit ass!"

Apparently that wasn't the best comment, because the other girl stiffened before yelling her response.

"Not true! We sang that duet together after Finn convinced him to dump Sam so Sam could sing with Quinn, and then Kurt sang his duet alone and I realized that we are obviously destined for bff-ness!"

Kurt's face showed extreme indignancy.

"Alright Rachel, first off, I didn't dump Sam, I released him from his nobel pledge." Slutty McSlut rolled her eyes, but Kurt continued anyway. "Also, if you want to be my close friend, you have to make peace with Mercedes."

The short girl, apparently named Rachel, huffed angrily.

"It is not my fault that she hates me! I didn't ask Mr. Shue to give me that solo she wanted..."

"Yeah, but you also never bothered to mention that you wouldn't run out on us if we didn't do everything you wanted..."

"Shut up, Santana! I haven't stormed out in at least three weeks!"

"You know what hobbit-"

"Blaine!"

The girls stopped their argument when Kurt decided to launch himself into my arms from across the hallway.

I laughed, hugging him tightly.

"I missed you too."

He blushed, immediately dropping his hands in embarrasment, but I just pulled him closer, leaning down slightly to whisper in his ear.

"You're adorable, you know that?"

He looked up at me, smiling ruefully.

"You really think so?"

I smirked, placing a firm kiss to his lips, making sure to nip the lower one before pulling away.

"Oh yeah, completely adorable. The absolute cutest person I've ever laid eyes on."

He giggled, and I couldn't help but smile. I liked it, being the one to make him happy. We were just standing there, looking at each other, neither of us moving.

Eventually, he looked away, grinning, before smirking up at me with this incredibly mischevious look in his eyes. I am very much a fan of that look.

"So, what exsactly brings you to good old McKinley High?"

I chuckled, leaning against the lockers.

"You, obviously. I was hoping to show you my place. Since I've seen your's, I suppose it's only fair."

His face lit up at my suggestion.

"You, you really want to show me?"

I nodded, wrapping my arm around his waist.

"Of course."

He smiled sweetly, and we began to make our way out of the school. We almost made it too.

"Hey! I thought I told you to stay away from my brother!"

Finn. Awesome.

Kurt tensed, and whispered 'just keep walking'. Which I did, simply to avoid conflict. (With Kurt. I was more than ready to face off with Finn.)

"Kurt! Come on, we have glee."

Kurt stopped, sighing.

"Well then, I trust you'll alert everyone of my choice to skip today. I have important things to do, studying and whatnot. I'm sure they'll understand."

Finn approached us angrily. Seriously, does the guy have any other emotions besides anger and cockyness? I mean, I'm not much better off, but at least I pretend around people.

"Dude, I'm not letting you skip out on glee so you can go make out with your boyfriend, who shouldn't even be here in the first place."

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"I seem to recall you ditching glee the week before Sectionals, only to return at the last possible minute, to have everyone treat you like a hero simply for fufilling a commitment that you made. You will not begrudge me skipping out once."

Finn shook his head in disbelief.

"I had to leave. I couldn't stand the sight of Puck and Quinn."

Kurt smiled sweetly.

"Well, I can't stand the sight of you, so that makes me skipping perfectly fine. Goodbye Finn."

Kurt grabbed my hand, having the sense to make a getaway while Finn was in shock.

That was when I realized that I wouldn't have to bring the darkness to Kurt. He already had it. I just had to help him see how to connect with it. It was there when he fought with Finn, the little flash in his eyes was proof enough of that. And it was there when we were together, when his mind was clouded with lust, and he just begged me to take him. (I still can't believe I managed not to...)

I smiled to myself, as I opened the passenger's side door for my Kurt, bowing slightly. He giggled, sliding into the car. (It's really nice, me being a trust-fund baby and all.)

I took my place at the wheel, reaching out to hold Kurt's hand for the drive, causing him to look away and smile. Suddenly, his smile dropped, and I immediatly tried to follow his gaze.

Karofsky. He was staring at us, with longing in his eyes. I smirked at him, before placing my hands on Kurt's waist, turning him towards me gently, and leaning in for a kiss.

"Blaine, he-"

I shushed him, my fingers tracing comforting patterns on his thigh.

"Don't you worry about him. After this weekend, he isn't going to touch you ever again."

Kurt smiled softly.

"What are you gonna do?"

I kissed him again, thouroughly.

"The question, my love, is what are we going to do."

I had a plan, you see.

AN: Ahhh, yes. That toook a ridiculously long time to write. BUT! I know what the next few chapters, so they should be faster coming out. Or at least longer. One or the other.

Anyway...

Thoughts?