Hello!
So, I finished all of my Exams for a while, so this chapter is much longer and also updated on time.
Also, this is the last one beta'd by voyagehk!
Starting next week, it will be someone knew, I'll tell you then...
So, nothing more to say today ^^

Friday:

"I can't believe it..." Burt whispered under his breath, barely loud enough for Kurt to even hear him.

They sat in Burt's car, and none of them had said a word since they left McKinley.

"I can't believe it!" He said again, louder this time. "I've been called by the principal to pick up my son, because he got in a fight!"

Kurt closed his eyes and brought his hand up to rub on his aching temples.

"It wasn't like that." He said in a fierce voice. It wasn't.

"Oh no? Then please, Kurt. Feel free to tell me how it really was."

Kurt's eye twitched. "Would you please stop judging me on something that isn't even true? You didn't even listen to my version of the story, and neither did Figgins!" Kurt's voice had gone higher and higher, and pitched at the end. "You're just as bad as him!"

Burt pulled the car over and stopped the engine. Then he turned around to look at his son, who held himself in his arms and looked out of the window with a pained expression.

"Kurt." No reaction. "Please look at me."

Kurt looked at him through the window. Good enough for him.

"I just asked you to tell me everything from your point of view, didn't I? And I didn't judge you. But you refused to talk to me, and of course it is quite a shock to get a call from the principal saying that my son hit a girl in front of the entire school. I mean, my son. Hit a girl?"

"I told you," Kurt gritted out through his teeth, "it wasn't like that."

Burt didn't say anything to that, he just continued to look at Kurt, until he finally turned around and began to talk.

"First of all, I didn't hit a girl."

"Even though you might not like her right now, Santana is still a girl."

"That's not - I just didn't hit her, okay? I may have shoved her a bit, but I definitely didn't hit her."

"Okay." Burt said in a calm voice. "I believe you. Why did you shove her, then?"

"She provoked me. She came to me during the break and started screaming at me because Brittany broke up with her, and Santana thought it was my fault. And apparently Brittany did so because of the Angel-thing - But she lied to her about talking to-"

"Kurt, buddy while it's great that you're talking to me - could you start at the beginning? Because it sounds like I missed out on quite a bit."

Kurt took a deep breath. "Alright. So... You know about glee club, and that right now it's pretty much... Nonexistent."

Burt only raised his eyebrow.

"And everyone was mad at me or something and - Santana told Brittany that she wasn't allowed to talk to me because then it would rain or something. Because of the Angels - I didn't get that part, but it doesn't matter right now. It was stupid. And then Brittany came to talk to Mercedes and I was there too and we told her that what Santana said wasn't true because it didn't rain. And she must have had enough of her girlfriend treating her like she was stupid, or felt betrayed since normally she'd never do that to Brittany. So she broke up with her."

"Okay, and than Santana yelled at you for it?"

"Yes! And she threatened to ruin my reputation - as if there was anything left to ruin anyways - and she didn't stop insulting me. Of course I screamed back at her, and I admit that I said some mean things too, and that I could totally understand Britt for breaking up with her and... She shoved me a few times and laughed at me for not doing anything in return. She said she was more of a men than I was, and that I was to weak to fight back."

"And you wanted to prove her wrong."

Kurt nodded. "I probably shouldn't have though, because at that exact moment Mr Shue came in and of course it was clear to him that I was harassing her."

It was silent for a while. Then Burt put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Alright. I'm not gonna say I'm proud on you for shoving her, but I'm glad that you didn't do anything else to her. I know she can be quite... Well, provocating. I believe you, and I will call Figgins later and tell him how it really was. And I'll get him to remove that note from your school record, because you don't deserve to have a disadvantage later in life because some girl couldn't control her feelings."

Kurt looked at his dad, really looked at him and let out a sigh. "Thanks, dad."

Saturday:

'It's 21:37, where is he? We said we'd meet at half past nine!'
Blaine wrote another text to Sebastian, anxiously sitting in his car in the dirty car park of Scandals.

-I'm here already, where are you?

When after three minutes he still hadn't gotten a single reply from Sebastian, who he finally agreed to go on a date with tonight - or at least he was pretty sure this was a date - he seriously considered leaving. This was no fun at all. The place looked even shabbier than he had imagined it. Actually, he hadn't imagined it dirty at all. In his mind, the place had been romantic, probably with a good kitchen and kitschy music and... Well, more of a karaoke bar than - this! Whatever this was.
And the people on this car park? They were scary. Wearing leather or baseball caps and mostly looking his father's age. The youngest man he had seen walking in the club had been at least 28. At least.
Additionally, Blaine still wasn't at peace with breaking the law. It... Well, it was the law. It was there to protect people. And this was Blaine - he always did his homework, he didn't talk back to people and he had never even drank alcohol before. Not once.
When Blaine was one second away from calling his mom to tell her he'd come by this evening, his phone buzzed with a message from Sebastian. 'Oh god, finally!'

-meet you there in 10!

Even though Blaine was a bit mad at him for making him wait so long, he stayed and waited.
This would be okay. Sebastian would come in a few minutes and hopefully tell him there was secretly another gay bar otherthan Scandals on the other side of the road or something, and they'd have a wonderful time, dancing and singing and... Talking.
Yeah. It would be okay.

Fifteen minutes later, Blaine realized he had made a huge mistake. Not an I-accidentally-bought-this-shirt-in-the-wrong-size mistake, but an oh-fuck-I'm-underage-and-illegally-snuck-in-a-gay-bar-with-a-fake-ID-and-everyone-stares-at-me-like-they-wanted-to-eat-me-alive mistake.
When Sebastian arrived and took him inside with a ID that said he was 34, which - come on! - he had hoped that in spite of the bad condition of the bar and the other visitors, it could yet turn out great. But it hadn't.
Sebastian had left him alone at the table they had sat down after a few minutes to grab them a drink. During the five minutes it took him, four older man had come to Blaine, making all sorts of weird offers from 'come with me to the bathroom, sweetie' to 'I know what you need, just come with me, I have a great dungeon at home'. He had declined all of them politely, but he still felt them staring at him from across the room.
Sebastian returned with their drinks and said something that he couldn't understand over the loud, and very bad music.

"What?" He screamed.

Sebastian came closer and held a weirdly smelling drink under his nose. "Here, drink!"

Blaine wrinkles his nose. It didn't smell good, and he was sure this was too strong for him. "Thanks, but I don't drink."

"Don't worry." The other boy screamed in his ear as he leaned in closer. He smelled like alcohol already. "That's not alcohol. You can drink it."

Blaine crumbled his forehead. 'Why is he lying to me? This is alcohol, definitely.'

"No thanks." He said again.

They sat in silence for a while, Sebastian drinking his... Drink and then Blaine's, and Blaine trying not to cry because really - this was the worst evening ever.
When he finished both drinks, Sebastian grabbed Blaine's arm and pulled him up. "Let's dance." He smiled.

"Uh, okay." He tried to sound enthusiastic. 'I can at least try to make the best of it.'

They went to the dance floor, which was barely used, and Sebastian started moving to the music wildly. Blaine tried to mimic his movements, but he only felt really uncomfortable. When the next song started playing, Blaine realized that now the dance floor was more than full. He didn't know where all these men had come from, but there were bodies pressing at him from all sides, and he really didn't like it. But he couldn't just leave now, could he? They hadn't been here for even half an hour...
Sebastian grabbed his hands and pulled him in closer until their upper bodies were touching, and Blaine doing his best to not let their... well the rest of their bodies touch.

'Oookay?'

Blaine just went with it, because, yeah. Why not. He was a teenager. He had to have these experiences, right? And he'd just tell him later that he wasn't one for bars and would rather meet him in cafes again, where Sebastian was nice and flirty and fully conscious.
After a while, he could feel the taller boy leaning in closer so he looked up and, okay, he had seen more than enough romantic movies to know what the seconds before a kiss looked like, and something twitched in his belly. This was it, he would finally have his first kiss! In a dirty gay bar, okay, but Sebastian was hot. And nice, most of the time.
He closed his eyes, awaiting the lips of Sebastian on his, and fireworks and romantic music...
And then felt a hand grab his ass. Shocked, he pulled Sebastian's hand away from his butt, he wasn't - he didn't want that, it was too much for him, and maybe -

"What?" Sebastian said, not understanding why Blaine had stopped dancing.

Blaine swallowed. "Please don't do that."

"What? Kiss you? Because you sure gave me signs that-"

"No! Not kissing. I mean, not like that, but don't touch me or anything, especially not in public..." He tried to explain, but his 'date' only blankly stared at him.

"What?" He asked again.

"In fact -" Blaine let out a breath. He had enough. "Can we leave?"

Sebastian looked annoyed, and yeah, that wasn't the reaction Blaine had hoped for - at all.
Sebastian pulled on his arm again, and finally lead him out of the bar. He stopped on the car park, close to the entrance, and only now Blaine realized how bad the air inside had been. He took a deep breath, but before he could say anything, Sebastian started to talk.

"What's the problem? Don't tell me you're just a big tease, because I hate that." He put one arm on his hip, and Blaine really missed the gentlemanly boy he had met with before.

"I'm not a tease, I just - I don't like you when you... I didn't want my first kiss to be in a bar, with you drunk and touching me while even more drunk men watched us." He blurted out, and suddenly felt very childish and small.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on! I just wanted fun. Let's go in again, and I'll get you a drink and I promise-" Sebastian took his hand again, but Blaine shook it off.

"No! I told you, I don't want to drink."

"If this is because of driving, don't worry, I planned on taking you with me, anyways." He let out a kind of slurry laugh, and suddenly Blaine felt a bit grossed out.

"You - what? No. First of all, it's not the driving, I could get a taxi to my mom's, and second - you shouldn't drive drunk, either."

Sebastian just groaned. "I never slept with someone wound up so tight.. But it's also hot, so that's your luck. Now let's go back inside."

"I- I... What? What is this for you? A one night stand with foreplay?" Blaine asked, desperately hoping for Sebastian to say no, and apologize and take him out for pizza or a coffee, or... Anything, really.

But he just rose his eyebrows. "What did you think this was?"

Blaine but his lip, hard, so he wouldn't start crying here and now, and just shook his head at him. He was sure he'd cry if he said anything right now. So he quickly turned around and sat in his car and drove home, to his mom.
The rest of the evening he spent with his mom on their couch, cuddling and he confessing everything to her, and crying over a relationship that obviously never even existed. Not outisde of his head. And because she was his perfect, loving mom, she held him and fed him ice cream and told him that everything would be okay the next morning.

Sunday:
Things were not okay the next morning. They really, really weren't, because Blaine was currently running through Lima, chased by his own fans. It was... Embarrassing.
This morning, when he woke up, he found a little note on his door saying that breakfast was ready and waiting in the kitchen and his mother had to go to work early today, something important.
So he went downstairs and ate blueberry pancakes, which he loved. He was still hurt and disappointed about Sebastian, but he'd just ignore his phone for a few days and then deal with him later.
When he finished his breakfast though, he realized that he had forgotten one important thing - he had no hair gel. None at all. He had known there was a bottle left at his mother's house, but it was empty. And he would have to return to Dalton today, and not too late because there was a Warbler practice this evening... So he put on some of the Devon clothes he had left home (or well, which his brother had left here) and went out to buy some. But before he got the chance to go home, a bottle of gel in his bag, he got recognized - a bunch of sophomores in McKinley sweaters called out to him, two of which knew Blaine from chess club.

"Devon!" They shouted, already coming towards him.

But unfortunately, he didn't have any contact lenses with him nor sunglasses. So when they saw him, he was sure they'd realize he was Blaine.
So he ran away, hoping that they'd leave him alone - but no such luck. They actually followed him, screaming and crying out for him.

'What am I going to do now? I can go home and I can't run much longer, and I can't face them! Oh god...'

After three more minutes, Blaine was sure he'd collapse. He did a lot of sport, with boxing, and regular PE at Dalton, and every now and then he even went running with Johnny.
But he hadn't slept enough, and the pace he was setting was... Well, fast and exhausting.
So when a door on his left opened and Kurt Hummel shouted at him to get in and´promised he'd deal with the fans and make sure they left, he didn't think about anything but 'finally I can stop!'

When he was in the house though, and took a deep breath, he couldn't believe it. He was standing in Kurt's house. Kurt Hummel's house. Who he had a hopeless crush on for forever. As in, to right now.
And who also knew both Blaine and Devon, and he didn't have any sunglasses to cover up his hazel eyes, that weren't blue one bit, and - behind him, the screaming stopped and the door clicked shut.

'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck'

"Devon?" Kurt said, sounding... Not like Kurt at all. He sounded - shy? And unsure?

He took a deep breath and turned around, his head hanging low so that hopefully his curls would hide his eyes.

"Hey." He said back, not sure what to do now. Maybe... "Do you maybe have sunglasses that you don't need?"

'Oh, great Blaine. Ask him for sunglasses. Yeah, that's just a great idea, not suspicious at all...'

But Kurt just looked at him surprised and immediately started rambling. Oh yeah, right. When he was Devon, he had the upper hand.

"Of course just, uh. I don't know where but there have to be some here, wait just let me go to my room - you can, uh, stay here if you - or sit down on the couch maybe? I'll get them!"

Blaine had to smile, even in this situation Kurt was oddly cute.
He sat down on the comfortable couch and waited for Kurt to return. He could just leave and try his luck again, but that would be really rude of him. Kurt had just saved his life - in a way. Before he could think about this option any longer, Kurt came back with a - tray? in his hands. He put it on the couch table, and the sat down in the armchair next to the couch. Then, as if he remembered them, he hastily grabbed the sunglasses from the tray of water, juice, snacks and chips, and held them out to Blaine. He took them and put then on, and then finally looked at Kurt, who wasn't looking at him but at his feet. He didn't seem suspicious.

"Thank you, Kurt."

He blushed a bit. "You remember my name?"

"I guess I do."

"So, uhm, I didn't know if maybe you wanted to eat or drink something, I just... Thought it was the least I could do, since I was... I mean I don't know if Bl- I mean,-"

"I'll just drink something, thanks." Blaine interrupted him. He didn't want this to be awkward, he just wanted to enjoy nice Kurt for at least a while. He... Kind of missed him, even though he himself knew how weird that was. And after the previous night... Ugh.

So they sat in silence for a while, both of them taking small pieces of fruit and snacks every now and then and both of them looking at each other curiously.

"Can I ask why you wanted the sunglasses?" Kurt asked. "I mean, you don't have to talk about it if it's something - personal, or... " he trailed of.

"It's okay." Blaine answered. "I... I just have these phases were my eyes are really sensitive."

"Oh." Kurt said. "then, if you want to you can keep them. For your way back."

Blaine nodded. "Thank you."

After a while, Kurt spoke again."Did Blaine or- or Wes and Dave tell you what happened- when..."

Blaine took a deep breath. Was it right to talk to him about that? It felt wrong... For Kurt, he was someone else right now, an idol even. If he told him his opinion on the whole story now, as Devon, wouldn't that be manipulation? In a way?

"I really don't think we should talk about that." He said, looking at Kurt's pleading eyes. "I should probably go."

"What?" The other boy said, but Blaine already stood up and made his way to the door. "Why are you leaving? He told you, didn't he?"

Blaine turned around again. "He did. And so did Wezzy&Dave. But... I just... This isn't my buisness, whatever problem it is you two are having."

Kurt quickly interrupted him. "I don't! I don't have a problem with him, I just was an ass, I know I was, but I'm not anymore. And I'm sorry for how I behaved, really."

Blaine stood in the doorway and thought about what he just heard. He bit his lip.

"Okay, Kurt. I believe you. And it's nice of you to apologize, but you didn't do anything to me directly, so. It isn't my place to forgive you, either."

Kurt nodded. 'Okay, well done, Blaine. You're doing great.'

"So, before I go, do you... Tell you what. Give me your number and I'll give it to Blaine and maybe he'll give you a call, and then you can stop feeling so badly and apologize."

Kurt gaped at him. "But... I'm sure he'll be mad at me! He even changed schools!"

"He'll forgive you. I know him, he's not the one who stays mad for long. It'll be okay, I promise."

He gave him his phone and Kurt typed his number in it quickly.

"Thank you. So much!"

He grinned and waved, and then left.

"What are you doing in Lima, anyways?" Kurt called after him.

"Just Visiting family." Blaine said, and then turned around to go home, hopefully without further problems.

A lot happened this chapter...
Any thoughts? Or questions?