Disclaimer: Glee is a property of Ryan Murphy and Fox. This is only a translation, the story belongs to Dany de Criss who was so nice by letting me do this.

CHAPTER 7: Fights. (Part 1)

Sunday night.

Kurt hugged his father, and went into the house. He had still a smile on his face, and he even thought he had seen Blaine a few feet away from his house, but he threw that thought away.

"Did you come here by yourself?" He tried to keep his smile from getting bigger. "Santana's uncle. Apparently Chandler's cousin is Blaine's friend and he happened to go to the house," Kurt explained. "If you don't want me walking around at night you could buy me a car," he added, half joking, half serious.

"Maybe when you're eighteen, the shop's had a lot of people lately."

In that moment, the kitchen door was opened and Finn came out with his mouth full, and his arms carrying two jars full of pop corn. He smiled at Kurt and sat between his brother and his stepfather.

"I'm going to help Carole with dinner," Kurt said and went into the kitchen.

An hour later, the four of them were sitting around the table, listening to Finn arguing with Rachel over the phone. Kurt rolled his eyes. He had no idea of how those two had ended up together, or better said, how they were still together.

"Kurt, do you think you could help me with the shop for a couple of weeks? One of my workers broke his arm playing football, and the shop's been having a lot of people," Burt asked.

"Can't Finn help you?" Kurt wasn't going to give in without a fight, if his father thought he would get into one of those blue outfits without fighting back he was very wrong.

"Finn still has a lot to learn, and even if you don't like it, you grew up listening to me talking about cars. You know so much more than Finn does, and you can take care of a car without my supervision."

Kurt grinned. The mental image of him wearing a one-piece blue outfit, with a little plaque with his name on it, wasn't what he had exactly planned for the week.

"Besides, I have to remind you that the bad grade on Math can't be without a punishment, so you'll start to work on your debt by working with me at the shop," his father concluded with a smile.

"Fine," he said madly. "But with the condition that I don't wear that outfit, I'd rather have my arms stained with grease than wearing that fashion insult."

"Deal. You start tomorrow after school."

8:00 A.M. Monday.

He woke up feeling that that day would be very long. He took a shower and spent half an hour doing his skin care routine. He finally took the clothes he had prepared the night before: a gray shirt, black tight jeans, his McQueen boots, a black overall that reached his thighs and a light blue scarf, since it wasn't too cold.

He left the house and walked as fast as his legs could to Quinn's house, like he did every morning, so they could go to school together.

During his walk he thought about the night before. He felt sorry for Blaine, he apparently hadn't had his luck of having a supporting father. But to get to the extreme of hating himself… He smiled when he remembered how Blaine had listened to him. It was obvious Blaine was hurt by all of this, the way he hugged him, needing someone to care, had destroyed him. But honestly, the confession he had made had surprised him, and based on the way of how he said it, it was apparently the first time he had told anyone.

He came back to reality, and found himself a few feet away from Quinn's house. With a smile lighting up the street, he knocked on her friend's door, and waited.

The good mood fell to his feet when he saw the person who'd opened the door was Quinn's brother, Sebastian, who apparently didn't mind opening the door wearing only blue boxers. Kurt didn't even pay attention to the well formed body he had in front of him, and just fulminated the meerkat face.

"I came to pick up Quinn."

Sebastian looked at him up and down, frowning. He moved aside and let him in, closing the door behind him. The blond girl appeared through one of the doors.

"Hey Kurt, I'm with you in a minute. Just wait, I'm getting my bag, it's upstairs," she walked up the stairs and stopped. "Seb, next time, could Jeremiah and you go somewhere else? I could barely sleep last night, and I really don't want to know what my brother does with his boyfriend at night," she said and went upstairs.

Sebastian, who hadn't stopped fulminating Kurt for a second, just shrugged at his sister's comment. They spent a few minutes in silence, in which Kurt and Sebastian tortured each other with the eyes. They heard steps coming down the stairs and they both looked up thinking it was Quinn.

The hottest image he had ever seen in his life was coming down the stairs: Blaine, still semi-asleep, with his chest completely naked, wearing only a red tight, tight boxer, with messy curls and blushed cheeks, he reached the last step and stared at Kurt.

The turn on left his body in a second, as soon as two brain cells were connected.

He looked between a semi-naked cocky Sebastian and a semi-naked, but horrified, hazel-eyed boy. His eyes were slowly forming tears, while his brain started to connect things. The room was full of awkwardness. Blaine was paralyzed at the stairs, without being able to look away from Kurt. Sebastian had a malicious smile on his face and Kurt was fighting to keep the tears from leaving his eyes. He looked firmly at Blaine, asking silently, asking for an explanation, and he had to bite the inside of his mouth when Blaine looked away with guilt.

"Tell Quinn I'm sorry, that I wasn't feeling okay and I don't think I'll go to school," he muttered, so that they wouldn't hear his cracked voice. He looked at Sebastian, who nodded.

He pulled the door open, and left the house running, noticing the tears burning his face.

When had he gotten home, opened the door, went downstairs and entered his room was a mystery to Kurt, who let himself fall on the mattress, without being able to hold the tears back any longer.

I thought you cared. I thought I made it clear that I liked you. I thought the kiss from yesterday had meant something. I thought… I thought you'd started to have feelings for me.

He felt the door being shut, getting him out of his shock.

Shit. Kurt.

Blaine walked the remaining stairs down and walked to the door willing to go after Kurt, but he felt Sebastian getting in between him and the door.

"Blaine, Quinn will be here at any second and I don't think she'll like it if she sees you like that."

Blaine realized his condition and practically ran upstairs. He really didn't care if Quinn saw him like that. What was driving him crazy was that Kurt did.

"God! I'm an idiot, an idiot. Why the fuck did I have to get into Sebastian's bed? Why the fuck does fate put Kurt in the middle?" He was ranting against himself, while walking up and down in the room.

He realized his clothes had been thrown around the stairs, and he could hear voices from downstairs, so in order to not get out of the room in boxers, he took some Sebastian's clothes, got dressed and went downstairs the second the door was being shut.

Sebastian hadn't mind to put anything on, and had a glass of milk in one hand, while staring at him with lusty eyes.

"I think I should go," Blaine said.

"I don't see any reason why."

Blaine didn't know what to say, he wanted to leave that house and find Kurt.

"Was that Kurt?" Sebastian asked, tightening his lips.

"Yes," he answered carefully. "Why?"

"Nothing, Quinn had told me about him, and he sounded familiar. I didn't remember I had seen him before."

"Oh," Blaine didn't pay attention to the spark of hate in Sebastian's eyes. "Seb, I really have to go."

"Fine," Sebastian approached him and surrounded his neck with his arms. He pressed their lips together, ignoring Blaine's little participation. "I hope I see you soon."

Blaine moved from his embrace delicately and ran through the door. He ran the block away from his car, and as soon as he was in, he started moving around trying to find Kurt. The idea of passing by his house, where he probably was, crossed his mind but he would certainly be meeting Kurt's father and that wasn't a good idea.

Resigning he turned around and went to Cooper's house, if Santana was there he could tell her to tell Kurt that he wanted to talk to him.

As soon as he got there, he realized he was completely alone. Cursing everything that came in his way, he went upstairs, tripping several times since Sebastian's jeans were too long. He made it to Cooper's room and changed his clothes, into something more comfortable.

His phone rang. A text from Sally.

'Blaine. Where the hell are you? The director is threatening with getting you out of the show if you don't show up soon. S'

'Cover me for thirty minutes, I'm coming. B'

'Hurry. S'

He left the house running, and entered his Impala.

15:00 P.M.

Kurt opened the shop's door and entered. Burt looked at him a little surprised.

"Didn't you have Glee until five today?"

"I wasn't feeling okay, and didn't go," the off, cold voice warned Burt of his condition.

"Well, you can start with that man over there," he said pointing at a waiting client.

"Okay."

He was working all the afternoon. He didn't like cars at all, but he was good at it, and even if he liked staining himself with grease and oil less than licking a lemon, he could take it. Something good the job had were the male clients. Kurt couldn't help but look, but that day nobody seemed attractive. In fact, Taylor Lautner could be in front of him and he wouldn't even notice. He was doing his job, quietly, and with off eyes. Like a machine. No thinking, about anyone, even if he knew it wouldn't last for long. As soon as he was in the darkness of his room he would be crying again.

And every time that thought came to his mind he scolded himself.

He made it very clear since the beginning. He wanted everything to be normal. There's no reason for him to explain anything to you. You are nobody to him, he doesn't feel anything for you.

17:00 P.M.

"Kurt!" His father called him. Kurt looked up. "Someone's looking for you, says he's a friend of yours."

Frowning, he approached the shop's main door, and froze.

"What the fuck are you doing here, meerkat face?"

"I came to talk, Tinker Bell.

"I don't have anything to talk to you about."

"But I do. I want to talk about Blaine."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and stared at him. He finally came to his father and asked the rest of the afternoon off.

He went out of the shop and, without saying a word, they walked to a park nearby.

"What do you want? Make it quick, I have better things to do than talking to Pumba's friend."

Sebastian sent him a fulminating look, and Kurt smiled.

"I want you to get away from Blaine."

"And what makes you think I want to? He's my tutor and I'll keep…"

"Tutor?" Sebastian laughed sarcastically. "Tell someone else that story Hummel, but don't lie to me, I know there's more between you. And basing on the way you eye-fucked him when he was on the stairs, I have no doubt about it."

"There's nothing between us," Kurt grinned when he saw the truth in his words. He raised an eyebrow. "But I know him well enough to know he won't like to know you fucked him while your boyfriend wasn't looking."

"Don't talk about something that's not your business, princess. Blaine is mine, so you better be getting your hopes off since he won't pay you attention, and in case you don't know I know Blaine too, long before you. I saw all the MEN," he emphasized the word. "that slept with him and, trust me, Blaine would never like a girl like you."

Kurt was shaking with rage, with his hands forming fists.

"Anything else, meerkate face? I'm busy," he said sharply.

"I just wanted you to know what happened exactly between Blaine and I last night," he pressed a finger on his chest. "Your dear tutor was teaching me a lot of interesting techniques and I can assure you he's a great teacher. You should have seen his ecstasy face when he was on top of me moving in and out with pleasure moans," he smiled when he saw Kurt's watery eyes. "You should have seen his darkened eyes when he touched me, and the moans he made every time I marked his neck. But the best part was when he came inside of me sayi…"

Kurt's fist hit Sebastian's face with an incredible force. Sebastian wobbled, but didn't miss a chance and hit back. They were both on the grass, scratching and cursing.

Kurt was separated from Sebastian's body by two firm hands.

"Hey, easy," it was the park guard. "I don't want fights."

Sebastian, who had a black eye and a cheekbone going in the same direction, plus a few scratching on his face, fulminated Kurt with his eyes.

"See ya, Tinker Bell," he spit and went away.

17:30 P.M.

Kurt pushed the door and it was almost instantly opened.

"Kurt! What happened to your face?"

"Hi Jeff, I was looking for Chandler," he said a little shyly.

"He's not here, luckily. But come in," he moved aside and Kurt entered the house. "Have you seen yourself in a mirror?"

Kurt shook his head and Jeff pointed him the bathroom. Kurt went there and remained looking at his reflection.

You'll pay for this, meerkat face.

He had the upper lips swollen, and the lower lip was bleeding. He had cut his left eyebrow and had a scratch on the cheek.

He went back to the living room, and sat on the couch. Jeff entered with a white box in hand, and ice in the other.

"Put this on your lip, to reduce the swelling," he took out a gauze and sank it in a transparent liquid. "Could you let me disinfect the cut?" Kurt nodded, and Jeff started to work. "Will you tell me what happened?"

"I got in a fight with the meerkat face," he saw Jeff's expression. "Sebastian," he made it clear.

"Wait, Sebastian Fabray, Cooper's friend?" He smiled when he saw Kurt nodding. "Please tell me you left him the way he left you."

"Worse."

Jeff's smile could have illuminated the West Coast.

"If I liked you before, now I worship you. It was time for someone to punch that bitch's face," Kurt laughed. "What did he do for you to hit him?"

Kurt's smile faded. He moved a little uncomfortable. He knew Jeff was Blaine's friend, and he didn't know if he should tell him or not.

"Is it Blaine?" Jeff asked. Kurt just nodded and blushed. "Don't worry, I won't tell him. What happened?"

Kurt looked at him and found himself telling him everything. Since how he had kissed Chandler, to when they got to his house, his father's visit, Blaine's breakdown, he avoided saying the thing with his grandpa, because it seemed like a delicate thing to Blaine and he didn't know if Jeff knew. He told him about their talk before getting to his house, am how he had kissed him, and finally how he'd found him at Sebastian's house, semi-naked. He then told him what he'd talked about with the meerkat face and what he'd said before he punched him.

Jeff's face went through every emotion since happier than a kid on Christmas, to serial killer. At some point he had stood up from the couch clenching his fists.

"I'm going to kill Blaine! He's an idiot. And I'm going to grab Sebastian and won't stop until he's in a wheelchair. When Santana finds out about this, she will castrate her uncle."

Kurt was looking at him with a sad smile. Jeff sat back down and looked at him worried.

"Even if I don't like it, I think you should follow Blaine's advice and go out with Chandler," he said with a disgusted grin which made Kurt laugh. "Go out, have experiences and making my stupid friend jealous."

"Do you want me to go out with your cousin to make Blaine jealous?"

"Look Kurt, let's be honest, what sane person with no specific plan would want to date Chandler?"

"Don't be mean. Chandler's very nice…"

"As a friend," Jeff cut him off. "Blaine and you make a beautiful couple," Kurt blushed. "And as the smart part of the couple you have to show him you're not a guy to have fun for a while with, you have to show him he has to win you. And when you see Blaine getting romantic, you should be worried, because he's capable of doing anything, and when I say anything, I mean anything."

They were talking for a while, until the clock marked six o'clock and Jeff had to go to the hospital where he worked as an intern in. The blond boy asked him for his number and dropped him home before leaving.

19:00 P.M.

He slammed the door shut, making some of the windows break.

"You'll have to pay for that, Anderson!" The director yelled at him.

Blaine got away from set as fast as he could, before he got to the point of punching his boss.

Shitty day. He first saw Kurt, then he almost got himself fired for showing up an hour later to set, the director had yelled at him each time he messed up, he didn't remember his lines, and now thanks to him the shooting was late and all of his mates were cursing at him. And, like if that wasn't enough, he now had to pay for part of the scenery. All of that thanks to his stupidity.

How the heck did I think to go to Sebastian?

The worst part was that he didn't remember much, like he had been drunk.

He made it to his house, kicked the door shut and threw himself on the couch. After two seconds in peace, he started to hit himself with the cushion.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot…" a punch and an insult.

Kurt won't forgive me. If he hated me now he might want me dead now.

He needed help, talk to someone, clear his head. He took his phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.

"Hi Blainey."

"Hey Jeff," he sighed. "I need to talk to you. Are you busy?"

"I'm at the hospital, but I'm on my break. So we can talk. As a friend or as a psychologist?"

"Psychologist."

"Bad start, tell me. What happened with Kurt now?" Blaine remained silent. "Blaine?"

"How did you know it had to do with Kurt?"

"Your voice says it all. It looks like your getting your intestines removed. Tell me, what happened?"

"After leaving your house, Kurt followed me, we went to my place, we talked… well, we argued, we made up and I was about to kiss him when my father showed up," he paused waiting for some reaction from his friend, but there was no sound. This guy does really take the psychologist role seriously. "I argued with him, and if Kurt hadn't been there I probably would've kicked his ass. I was practically a waterfall on Kurt, and I told him about my grandpa," he heard some kind of exclamation. "I took him to his house, and we talked and he kissed me," he paused tasting the memory. "He left me… ammm… turned on and…" he closed his eyes prepared for Jeff's speech. "I slept with Sebastian."

"Are you an idiot Anderson?! Didn't you think what that could mean to Kurt? Are you that stupid that you couldn't even go to your car and masturbate?" He lowered his voice and turned it more threatening. "I'll stop yelling at you only because those old people saw me like I was crazy, but let it be clear when I say that when I see you I'll leave you with a black eye. Kurt is a good friend of Chandler's and I really like the kid. And now that I know Chandler likes him I might see him more often, because apparently Kurt is interested in my cousin, which I don't understand. And I'm telling you this, Anderson because your stupid you is losing ground with Kurt, and don't tell me that you can't be together 'cause he's under age because we have soap operas for that. So now you get on your knees, you sing him something, and you get 'Kurt is my owner' tattooed on your chest or I'll record every single thing that happens between Kurt and my cousin and I'll force you to watch it."

Blaine had gone pale. He had never heard his friend that angry, he knew he didn't like Sebastian but he didn't expect that reaction.

"How do you know that Kurt knows what happened?"

"Why else would you be calling?" He said more calmed down. "Blaine, I know you better than anyone else, we practically came out together, and I love you buddy, but you have to stop being so dramatic; stop watching sad movies and eating ice cream every time someone rejects you and start to fight for someone who looks like he cares about you. Someone who was with you consoling you after a fight with your father, even if he barely knows you. And you have to admit that you hadn't told anyone about your grandpa but me."

Blaine had a lump in his throat.

"I was an idiot."

"I think we've made that clear enough," Jeff sighed. "I'm sorry Blaine, I have to go, the doctor is calling me. See you on Friday, not the next one, the other one."

"I can't, I have a dinner with the people at work to celebrate the end of the shooting."

Jeff took a few seconds to answer, and when he did his voice sounded more cheerful.

"Okay, we'll see about that later. Kisses, and consider the tattoo."

Jeff hang up, and Blaine smiled at the phone. He couldn't ask for a better friend than Jeff.

Jeff smiled to himself, took his phone and wrote a text.

He knew Blaine and he knew he had to be pushed to be completely free. And as a good friend, Jeff will do it. He sent the text and he got his response later.

He smiled even wider and called his boyfriend.

"Nicky, Warbler meeting at Blaine's house."

"Does he know?"

"No, but I need you guys to help me out, with one of his problems."

"Wow, do you need help to help Blaine? That's serious. What's out role now?"

"Cupid."

"With Sebastian?"

"No, not the slut. With Kurt."

20:00 P.M.

His phone's screen lit up the dark room. Kurt took it and saw he had a text from Jeff.

'If you want to follow my advice, I have reservations at the new restaurant 'Date Night'. Invite Chandler, what do you say? J.'

He sighed, Jeff was a really good friend.

'I'm in. K.'