Just Us

Chapter 7

Kurt and Blaine stopped at the Lima Bean on their way home from the hospital. They thought they could use a little normal in their day. It was a Sunday afternoon and the place was dead.

"So, what now?" Kurt asked taking a sip of his drink.

"It's up to you. I wouldn't mind just watching a musical or maybe doing some homework."

"No Blaine, I mean are we boyfriends? What are we and how do we go about this?"

Blaine looked through the hole in the lid of his cup. "I guess I hadn't really thought about it."

"Well Mercedes knows."

"Didn't we just decide this in the hospital? How does Mercedes already know?"

"Uh…" Kurt flushed and looked around at the other tables. "I got excited and needed to tell someone."

Blaine laughed and shook his head at Kurt.

"What? I've kind of been waiting for this for a while. Don't judge me."

"I'm not." Blaine pulled out his phone and showed Kurt a text sent sometime while they were in the car.

Jeff, Kurt and I are dating. You were right, he is perfect for me :D

It was Kurt's turn to laugh at Blaine. "So, Jeff shipped us together? Remind me to thank Jeff at the next rehearsal for brainwashing you into liking me."

"I didn't need brainwashed to like you Kurt. You ooze trustworthiness and love. Anyone around you is easily enamored."

"That explains all the slushies." Kurt slouched in his chair and took a big swig of his drink. There was a silent pause as the two debated what to say next. Blaine felt a tension arise after Kurt mentioned the slushies. He pictured Kurt constantly dodging dyed ice and being slammed into lockers and it made him angry.

"How are your hands?" Kurt began asking before Blaine cut him off.

"I want their names."

"What? Whose names?"

"There was Karofsky, but he's taken care of. I want the others' names. The people who bullied you."

"Why does that matter? I don't even go to that school anymore."

"Kurt, please just tell me who it was."

"Blaine, why are you being so strange all of a sudden? They don't matter, they never will."

"I want to be able to protect you."

"Protect me? Without me right in front of them there is nothing they will do. They may have been relentless bullies, but they are also lazy. They don't care now that I'm not there."

Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"Blaine, you're acting really weird. What is going on?"

"I need to get back at them for what they did to you." Blaine admitted it with a sigh. Like it was a routine he needed to do, or he wouldn't be able to get to sleep tonight.

"Get back at them?" Kurt leaned toward him. "What are you going to slushie them back or something?"

"Um… not quite what I was thinking." Blaine's eyes shifted restlessly, never landing on Kurt.

"Oh no you don't." Kurt's eyebrows shot up. "You're going to do what you did to your dad."

Blaine let his eyes fall to his coffee again and stayed there.

"I have to Kurt. They can't go around thinking they can get away with stuff like that."

"Blaine you broke both your hands going after your dad. That's just one guy. What will happen with four?"

"There were four?"

"Blaine." Kurt's voice left no room for debate. He wasn't going to allow Blaine to exact his justice on the bullies, no matter how much he tried to use his big puppy eyes.

Blaine sighed and leaned forward. "Kurt, I think I should tell you something."

"Yeah you probably should." Kurt leaned across the table as well. It wasn't like anyone in the café was paying attention to them, but this proximity made them feel like no one could hear a thing.

"I told you about the fight club thing I started."

"Yeah. Well you kind of did but you kept saying you couldn't talk about it."

"Well, it started as a joke because of the movie, but it kind of took on a new life." Kurt's eyebrows rose expectantly. "So originally it was just me and a couple guys from the Warblers that I had brought in. Then it got a little larger. Nobody super tough or good at fighting, but all the kids that got beaten up and were sick of it would hear about it then show up. We taught each other self-defense and other tactics for protecting ourselves against bullies, but it was never enough. A member would show up each week with horror stories or bruises. I was sick of it."

Blaine's eyes narrowed. Kurt knew his angry look, this was it. The look he must have given his dad earlier in the day. The look he'd given Karofsky when he continued to threaten Kurt.

"We had strength in numbers. So, we started to change the self-defense moves to offensive moves. It was the day that Jeff showed up with a black eye that we went out for the first time. We met up with his bully, Samson, I think, in the parking lot of the mall. We showed him what happens when you mistreat people. There were 5 of us and 1 of him. We may have been weak nobodies alone, but together…well."

Kurt's face went from listening intently to horrified. "Blaine!" He nearly shouted across the entire room. "How does that make you any better than him? By doing what he does to you, you're just condoning the activity."

"Kurt, he was beating Jeff up multiple times a week. We had no other choice."

"There's always another choice. You could have told the principal, the police, the guy's mother."

"What so he would get suspended for a few days then go on being the exact same person. Maybe he would leave Jeff alone then move on to someone else to antagonize."

"You were seeking out these bullies like some sort of what? Justice League?"

"Actually, for a while we were calling ourselves the Avengers." A smile twitched on the corner of his mouth.

"Not the point."

"Kurt, I told you this because I want you to see that violence in this case isn't always bad."

"Yes. It is. Violence is always bad. You may feel like you're doing the world a service, but you can't go seeking bullies out and beating them up because they may beat someone up in the future this isn't Minority Report!"

"It's just like teaching people about acceptance, only they learn quicker." Blaine knew his logic was hazy, but he thought it was worth a shot.

"I don't like it and I don't want you going after the McKinley students that harmed me with your group of revengers or whatever."

"It was Avengers. Who would call themselves the Revengers?"

"Again, not the point. Promise me?" Kurt held his pinky out to Blaine.

"I promise, I won't go seek them out." Blaine wrapped his pinky around Kurt's then pulled it to his mouth and kissed Kurt's hand. It sent a blush to Kurt's face. He was still nervous about holding hands and kissing in public.