"The hell was that?" Finn sputtered, clearly as confused as Kurt was.

Kurt shook his head, "I have no idea… But he did have a point about knocking." He said, eyeing him meaningfully.

Finn looked down bashfully, "Sorry, dude." Finn then excused himself, going back upstairs.

Kurt let out a resounding sigh, falling back onto his bed. What had just happened? Had… Had he kissed wrong? Was it so awful that Blaine took the opportunity to leave as soon as he could? Kurt did pull his hair… Shit, maybe he shouldn't have done that. Damn it.

He didn't have any experience with kissing. Sure he did kind of make out with Brittany, but she did all the work and it didn't really count since it was mostly for show. And then there was Karofsky… Kurt shuddered at the thought, swallowing back the bile rising in his throat. So, it wasn't like he got much feedback from either of them.

God, he was probably horrible at kissing. And now that Blaine knew, he'd never want him anymore… and it was miraculous that Blaine had any interest in him in the first place.

"I guess I'm just destined to be alone." He breathed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Kurt didn't go to school the next day. He called in, saying that he needed to take care of his stepmother and no other explanation was needed. They knew his situation and the scenario had happened before.

Carole was having a good day though, much to Kurt's relief. Even though a 'good day' wasn't really good. It was just that Carole was in her right state of mind, knowing that Burt had passed and was processing.

Since she was doing fairly well, Kurt didn't have to check on her as much, meaning he could just lie in bed for most of the day.

Eventually, he got up and showered, just so he wouldn't be able to smell Blaine's scent around him anymore. He decided he could at least go to glee. Rachel had texted him earlier saying that they would be having a brainstorming session for Sectional's songs, so of course he didn't want to miss that.

Feeling down, he put on his 'sick' clothes. It was just his usual skinny jeans, but he paired it with only a neutral sweater and a thick sweatshirt.

After making sure Carole was settled, he got into his car and made his way to his own personal hell… McKinley.

He got there just as everyone was leaving for the day. He navigated the halls, dodging the students coming out of the building.

"Oh, look Az." Kurt's whole body tensed at the voice, "Looks like the little fairy decided to fly to school today after all."

Kurt slowly turned around to see Karofsky looming over him, the boy's friend Azimio standing next to him wearing a wicked smirk, "Looks like it. I think we need to keep his gayness contained… You know, so his fairy dust can't spread an infect anyone else."

"What do you have in mind?" Karofsky raised an eyebrow. The two were putting on a sick show.

The darker boy glanced over at the janitor's closet, "Maybe we should just lock him back in the closet?" He said, taking a forward step.

Kurt took one step back, "How about the two of you go into the closet together? I'm sure at least one of you would enjoy yourself." Kurt snapped, his eyes going wide at Karofsky's murderous glare.

"Watch your fucking faggot mouth." He growled, shoving Kurt back. Azimio immediately went forward to help, snagging Kurt's backpack and tossing it towards the row of lockers on the other side of the hall.

"Stop it!" Kurt yelled, hoping to get someone's attention. Unfortunately he was tossed into the dark room before anyone could hear.

Karofsky grabbed some random air freshener can and smashed the light bulb on the ceiling before stepping back and slamming the door. Kurt rushed forward and tried the door handle, only to find that it was locked, "Let me out! Hey!" Kurt screamed, but he was only met with laughter on the other side. He banged his fists against the door until they were sore, called for help until his throat was raw and his voice strained.

Eventually, he fell back, sliding down the opposite wall. He stared at the stream of light coming from under the door. This was unreal. How could he be hated so much?

He couldn't be sure how long he was in there, but eventually the ray of light coming from the hallway was cut off, leaving him in complete darkness. "No. No, no, no, no." Kurt scrambled forward, hissing as his hands got cut up from the broken glass on the ground, "Please help! Don't leave!" Kurt called out, but his voice couldn't carry.

The school would be locked up by now… He knew he had no chance of getting out until the morning when the janitor would come. If he came. All of the school's funding went to the Cheerios, so who knew if they even had a janitor anymore.

After at least another hour of kicking at the door, shoving and doing everything he could possibly do in the pitch-blackness to try and open the door, it didn't budge. Exhausted, he finally gave up. No one would come looking for him. And it wasn't like he could call anyone seeing as Azimio took his bag from him and of course it would be the one day that Kurt put his phone in the side pocket of his bag instead of his pocket.

He must have dozed off because when he came to, he could have sworn he heard voices coming from the hallway.

"I can't go back to juvie, dude. So can we hurry up?" It sounded like Puck talking… but why was he even there? And who was he talking to?

"Quit being such a bitch, Puckerman." It was Blaine's voice speaking then, "You can just go now. I only needed you to pick the lock outside."

"I want to help too. Don't be such an ass."

Kurt jumped when he heard a loud clang of lockers, "Don't talk to me like that if you value your life, Mohawk."

"Calm down, man. I'll leave. Just send me a text if you find him so I can let Finn know. He's sent me a million texts." Puck said. He heard footsteps moving away.

What if they both left? Kurt began freaking out, slamming his battered hand into the door repeatedly, "Don't leave. Please." Kurt begged, his voice hoarse.

"Kurt?" Blaine's worry laden voice called out, "KURT. Where are you? Make a noise again."

Kurt smacked his arm against the door a few times, "Blaine!" He tried to yell.

He saw a light shining near the door, so he hit his hand against the door once more, causing the direction of the light to shine towards him, "Kurt?" He heard the door knob jiggle, "You in there?"

"Yes." Kurt rasped, "Please help me." He begged.

"Hold on." Blaine said. Kurt watched as the light moved away, panic setting in when it did. What if he didn't come back?

"No, please. Please don't leave me." Kurt cried out, slamming against the door again.

"It's okay. Calm down. I'm just going to try and see if I can find a key in the principle's office. I'll be right back. I promise." Blaine reassured him, walking away. A minute later, the light, as well as Blaine, returned, "Kurt, listen to me, okay? The spare key for the door has to be in there with you."

Kurt looked around, "I-I can't see anything. No light."

Blaine let out a frustrated groan, "Hold on." He heard some shuffling and then the end of a flashlight was being pushed under the door, "Can you get it?"

Kurt pulled at it, but the end was too large to fit, "It won't fit."

Blaine pulled it back, cursing under his breath before turning it and shining it under the door, "Does this help?"

"Yeah." Kurt responded. It wasn't much, but he could see a bit better. He stood up and looked around, letting his eyes adjust. The light only illuminated part of the tiny closet, but from what he could see, there was no key. He felt around blindly in the darker areas until his fingers brushed across what he thought could be a set of keys. He grabbed them and held them in the light, letting out a relieved sigh when he found that he was right. Kurt went back over to the door, "Found them." He said.

"Good." Blaine breathed, "Shove them under." Kurt did as he was told, shoving the set of keys under the door and to Blaine. He heard the keys jingle as Blaine tried to unlock the door. Finally, he heard a click and the door was thrust open. Blaine held out a hand for Kurt, which he went to take, but hissed when his cut up hand touched Blaine's, "What the hell happened?" Blaine asked, grabbing Kurt's wrist and pulling him up. He looked at Kurt's bloodied palms before ripping the end of his shirt into two makeshift bandages.

"Just a stupid joke." Kurt breathed, coughing at the ache in his throat.

"Who did it?" Blaine questioned as he wrapped the material around Kurt's hands, "I'm going to fucking kill them."

Kurt tensed, "Don't threaten to kill anyone." He said. Flashes to Karofsky telling Kurt that he'd kill him filtered into his head.

"Fine, but I'm going to beat the shit out of them."

"Why?"

Blaine stared at him, "Why, what?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Because they locked you in a god damn closet, Kurt." Blaine said exasperatedly, letting his arms fly out before falling back to his sides.

"It's my fault. I should've just stayed at home, but I wanted to come to the glee discussion so that I could try to get some of the songs I wanted on the list…" He said dejectedly, looking down at Blaine's boots.

"I told them the songs you wanted to do." Blaine spoke. Kurt looked up at him in confusion, so he elaborated, "When we were hanging out… you told me some of the songs you wished they would sing for those stupid competitions or whatever. So I just listed off those since you weren't there."

Kurt blinked, staring at Blaine in awe, "I didn't know you were actually listening to me."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "As much as I enjoyed watching your mouth move as you talked, I did actually hear what was coming out of it."

Kurt blushed slightly before remembering that Blaine didn't want him in that way. He'd made it painfully clear when he'd abruptly left the other night, "Well, thank you for helping me." He thanked him, moving to walk away when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Where're you going, firecracker?" Blaine asked.

Kurt felt a pang in his chest at hearing the nickname, "I don't want you to feel like you have to hang around me. I know you don't want to."

There was a pause and then Blaine came around him so they were face to face, "Where the hell did you get that idea?"

"I think it might have had something to do with you storming out of my room just after we were making out." He deadpanned, feeling the embarrassment heat his face.

Blaine threw his head back, "Shit. I didn't mean-" He cut off, "I'm just really confused." He tried to explain, seeming very uncomfortable, "I don't usually… I don't do relationships. I'm not that guy. I'm usually just in it for a quick lay and then I move on." Kurt retracted a bit at that, "But I don't understand why I don't feel the same way when it comes to you. And honestly, it scares the shit out of me." Kurt didn't say anything, so Blaine continued, "Just… Look, I'm sorry I left the other night, okay?"

Kurt nodded, "It's okay. It was my fault anyway." He shrugged, starting to move around Blaine again and towards his discarded bag.

"I'm sorry?"

"I know why you left and I don't blame you. I-I've never kissed anyone… at least not really. So I know I was probably awful and you couldn't get away from me fast enough and-" Kurt was cut off when Blaine spun him around, silencing him with his lips.

Kurt gasped and Blaine took the opportunity to slip his insistent tongue into Kurt's mouth. The two moved back until Kurt was up against the lockers, "How could you," kiss, "think I didn't like this?" Blaine breathed huskily, pressing up into Kurt so he could feel just how turned on he was.

Kurt shuddered as Blaine's fingers tucked underneath his shirt, rubbing at the sensitive skin of his hips, "Blaine." He moaned, his head falling back against the metal as Blaine's lips began attacking his neck. He'd nip at the skin slightly before swiping his tongue over the spot, soothing it.

Both boys jumped when they heard someone moving through the halls, "Shit." Blaine cursed, "Must have triggered a silent alarm or something. Come on." He grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him along towards the exit of the school. Neither boy noticed the letterman clad teen standing in the shadows at the end of the hall…

Once they were a safe distance away, they collapsed against each other. Kurt took the moment to enjoy Blaine's unique scent, letting it wash over him and calm him, "I should get going." He said softly.

Blaine pulled back, "I'll see you tomorrow then, firecracker."

"Of course." Kurt smiled, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Blaine's. He felt elated at the realization that this was the first kiss he'd actually initiated.

Kurt pulled his keys out of his bag and got into his car. Blaine went over to his motorcycle and sat on it, watching and waiting for Kurt to leave first.

He waved at Blaine through the window before driving away, feeling his chest fill with a strange warmth. Even after what had happened… he felt happy.

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