Blaine was slowly but surely working his way into every aspect of Kurt's life. It had been three weeks since that night when Blaine had found him locked up in the janitor's closet, but they hadn't progressed any further in their relationship. Honestly, Kurt had no idea what they were supposed to be to each other. Were they just friends? More?

Kurt felt more than just friendly feelings towards Blaine, but the other boy didn't seem to notice. It was almost as if he'd established himself as Kurt's own personal bodyguard. As much as he appreciated the protection Blaine was providing him with… this was not what he wanted. It bothered him that Blaine practically ignored the fact that they'd made out before. Something changed drastically and Kurt needed to know what had happened.

Having Blaine around wasn't bad though. One dark, antagonizing look from Blaine sent even the football players running… Well, all but one. Whenever Blaine was not in his self appointed spot next to him, which was rare, Karofsky was always just around the corner. He'd never directly come up to Kurt, but he could always feel him watching. The fact was, that even with Blaine around him, he could never feel truly safe with Karofsky lurking in the halls.

One downfall to Blaine becoming a permanent fixture in his life was that he scared off not only the bullies, but Kurt's friends too kept their distance. It was made clear by the fact that Kurt and Blaine were sitting at the back corner of the risers and no one else dared sit near them.

Kurt let out a resounding sigh, dropping his head into his hands. Mr. Schue was prattling on about some stupid topic, engaging everyone else in the club. They seemed excited about whatever he was saying, but Kurt was too lost in his thoughts to pay any mind to the teacher.

"What's up, firecracker?" Blaine whispered in his ear. Kurt shuddered, feeling Blaine's hot breath at his neck.

He just shook his head, "I need to get out of here." He said, standing up abruptly and storming out of the classroom.

Of course Blaine was right behind him, "Where're we going?"

Kurt stopped short, spinning around to face Blaine, "Did I do something wrong?"

Blaine pulled a confused face, "What?"

"I must have done something wrong for you to go from making out with me to acting like I'm your brother or something." Kurt exploded. He was frustrated that he couldn't understand what was going on and why there was a sudden change in Blaine's demeanor towards him.

"Don't be such a bitch, Kurt. I'm just looking out for you." Blaine defended, dark eyebrows pulling down and shading his copper colored eyes, "I've been going through some shit myself, but I have put all that behind me so I could protect you."

"You don't have to hide anything from me, Blaine. I don't need a bodyguard. That's not what I want. I just don't get the sudden change. Is it something I did?"

Blaine threw his head back, letting out an annoyed growl before he unexpectedly turned and smashed his fist into one of the lockers, leaving a deep dent, "Fuck." He exclaimed, "Fine, you want to know the truth? I'm a fuck up, Kurt. Everything I touch gets ruined. I figure I could put my status as a freaky low-life to good use and protect you from the bastards in this goddamn school."

Kurt stayed silent for a while, watching as Blaine slowly cooled down, "What brought all of this on?" He asked gently.

Blaine just shook his head, "Doesn't matter." He muttered, glaring at the floor as if it had personally offended him.

"Clearly it does." Kurt countered, taking a cautious step closer, "You've been there for me through all of my crap. Can't I do the same for you? I mean, that's kind of the point of being in a-" Kurt cut himself off before he could finish that sentence. Sure they were in a type of relationship, but that word held other implications, "friendship." He finished, noticing the slight twitch of Blaine's lips at the word.

"Just forget it, Kurt. I'm just acting like a girl." He waved his hand in a way of ending their conversation, "Let's get out of here." Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm and began pulling him down the hallway, but Kurt pulled out of his grasp.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong with you." Kurt folded his arms. He knew he was probably pressing too much, but he really wanted to know what was going on with him.

"Fine," Blaine said, turning on his heel and heading towards the doors, "I'll leave." And with that, Blaine was out of the school.

Kurt resisted running after him, knowing the other boy needed time to cool down. He let out a sigh as a rumble of thunder boomed in the distance. He thought it was odd that it was storming so late in the year, but the weather has done some strange things before, so he ignored it and walked out to his car, making it just before the bottom let out and the rain came pouring down.

By the time he got home, Finn's truck was already in the driveway. He pulled up and parked behind his car, jumping out and sprinting to the door. Finn was sitting at the dining table, a four-course meal steaming in the center. Kurt wiped a weary hand down his face, glancing in the kitchen to see that Carole was indeed preparing food for another Friday Night Dinner.

"Finn," Kurt hissed, going over to the large boy, "What the hell?"

Finn looked guilty, "Sorry, man. I just couldn't tell her that Burt wasn't going to be here, so she kept making food. And I-"

"Someone is going to have to tell her, Finn. Why does it always have to be me? You think I like having to do this? You think I like having to tell her that Dad isn't coming home?" Kurt whispered tersely, knowing that Carole was just in the other room.

"What are you talking about, sweetie? Burt never misses a Friday Night Dinner." Carole said, coming around the corner holding a platter of delicious smelling food. He was starting to think that they should probably get Carole some professional help.

Kurt glared at Finn, trying to get the other boy to break the news, but he just looked down at his plate, "Carole," Kurt led her to her seat, "Dad isn't coming home. You know that, deep down. I know that you do."

Carole's face started to fall, "He's not-" She was cut off when the doorbell rang obnoxiously a few times, "No, see! He is here." She said, relief clear in her voice.

Kurt knew that it wasn't his father. He patted her shoulder gently, "I go see who's at the door. Finn." He glanced meaningfully down at his stepmother, making it clear that Finn needed to watch after her before he walked over to the door.

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Shit. He had no idea why he even showed up. He shouldn't have come. It was a stupid idea. Blaine turned around and started back down the walkway, keeping his head down against the pattering rain.

"Hello?" That voice. Blaine froze, part of him yearning to turn around and run up to Kurt and then other begging him to flee while he still could, "Hey." Shit. He'd been spotted, "Blaine?" He heard the door shut and then footsteps on the wet pavement, "Is that you, Blaine?"

Reluctantly, Blaine turned around to see Kurt jogging over to him. His azure eyes widened at the mess he must look like, "I don't know why I came here." Blaine whispered, his voice barely making it over the sound of the rain.

"Blaine, come inside." Kurt took his hand and pulled him towards the door. Blaine didn't resist. Kurt led him over to the dining room table that was full of food. He brought him over to the chair at the head of the table and let him sit down, "I'll be right back. Get some food." He said before he flitted off.

Blaine stared blankly at the meal in front of him, too lost in his own thoughts to function. Why did his father have to come back?

"Here." Kurt draped a thick wool blanket over his shoulders before sitting down near him, "I know you don't want to talk about it-"

"Actually," Blaine cut him off, "I might as well just get it all out. I know you won't be able to let this go." Kurt went to protest, but Blaine stopped him, "Just let me talk, okay?" Kurt sucked in his lips, nodding slowly, "My Dad has never been physically abusive. Sure he'd raise a hand to me in the heat of the moment, and he sure as shit was verbally abusive… but he'd never once laid a hand on me." Blaine started, cursing himself as he felt tears start to well up, "He's been coming by more often. I think my mom's fucking him again." He spat, knuckles cracking as he fisted his hands in the blanket, "He's been giving me shit for the past few weeks and then suddenly he starts wailing on me for no reason at all except for the fact that I like to fuck guys instead of girls." He heard Kurt suck in a breath at that, "So I guess that answers your other question about why I've been acting differently." He shrugged. He hated getting emotional. "I've been protecting you from your bullies since I can't protect myself from mine." God, he was so weak. He was supposed to be a badass and yet here he was, running off just because his daddy slapped him around a few times. "Sorry, I shouldn't have come here. I'm just being a wuss." Blaine huffed, lifting himself from the chair, intent on leaving.

"First of all," Kurt said, guiding him back into the chair, "You're not going anywhere." He told him bluntly, "Second," Kurt started to pile up food onto the plate in front of him, "You're not a wuss. You instill fear into the hears of many, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine smirked at Kurt's teasing glance as the pale boy busied himself with doling out their meal, "My intimidation scheme didn't seem to work on you, firecracker."

Kurt just shrugged, popping a seasoned potato wedge into his mouth, "I'm immune."

"That may be true." Blaine started, watching as Kurt's pink tongue poked out to wet his lips, collecting the flavor left behind from the food, "But are you immune to my other… charms?" He purred, knowing exactly what buttons to press to make boys come undone.

Kurt's cheeks flushed, his pale skin betraying his calm and collected façade, "Charms?" He asked coolly.

Blaine had him where he wanted him now. The past few weeks, he'd been so caught up in his own problems, he had only wanted to be there for Kurt to protect him. That didn't mean that his less than innocent thoughts about him ever ceased. It was just that he didn't have any friends and Kurt had never made another move towards him after that night in the school, so he didn't want to fuck up the one friendship he had just because he wanted to get into the boy's skin tight jeans. And damn if they weren't the tightest pants he'd ever seen on a guy.

There was no denying the sexual tension filling the air between them, so Blaine took the first step forward. He rested his fingertips on Kurt's knee, gaining the boy's attention. Then, ever so slowly, he let his hand travel upward. Kurt's chest started to quiver, his mouth falling open as his eyelids fluttered shut. Blaine took the opportunity to move over then, straddling one of Kurt's legs. Those vividly blue eyes snapped open, staring up at him. Blaine licked his lips before dipping his head down, pressing his lips onto Kurt's. His tongue swiped along Kurt's plush lips, tasting the spices from the food that made his tongue tingle. Blaine rocked forward, creating delicious friction between the two of them.

Kurt let out a surprisingly deep moan, throwing his head back as Blaine sucked at his neck. He was just about to suggest moving their make out session downstairs to Kurt's room when Kurt's lumbering giant of a brother comes wandering in, "Dudes!"

Kurt shot backwards, causing them to go off balance and crash onto the floor, Blaine falling on top, "Again?" Blaine exclaimed in frustration at the same time Kurt yelled his brother's name.

"Hey, it's not my fault this time. You're in a public room." Finn defended, ignoring them in favor of grabbing himself a plate of food.

Blaine gritted his teeth, rolling off of Kurt and standing up in a rush. He seriously wanted to punch the guy, but Kurt was just as quick at getting up. He grabbed his hand and held him back. Blaine calmed a bit at the touch, but he was so full of pent up rage, he just wanted to beat something. Maybe he should go back to the punching bag.

"Sorry, Finn." Blaine rolled his eyes as Kurt apologized. For what? He had no clue, "Is Carole okay?"

Finn nodded, shoving part of a roll into his trap, "Yeah," He spoke around the bread, "I was thinking about taking her to go visit the grave." Finn said, swallowing, "Maybe it might help reality set in more or something. Did you want to come too?"

Blaine glanced back at Kurt to see his jaw tighten, glasz eyes flickering to the floor for a moment before meeting Finn's eyes, "No. Thanks for the offer, but I don't really want to go."

"I get it man." Finn sympathized, "Well, uh… You two have fun, or whatever. Don't be too loud." He joked.

"Finn!"

The tall boy just laughed, walking up the stairs to his room. Blaine shifted around to face Kurt, "I guess I should head out then."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "If you honestly think that I'm letting you go home after you show up here saying that your dad hit you, then you really don't know anything about me." And with that, Kurt grabbed his hand and led him down to his basement room. He let go and went over to his dresser, picking out pajamas. Blaine started to strip out of his clothes while Kurt was going through the drawers, "You can borrow some of my pajamas for tonight." He said, turning around, "I think these might fit-"

He wished he could have taken a picture of Kurt's face when he turned around and saw him standing in only his boxer-briefs, "I sleep in my underwear, babe. Hope that won't bother you." He winked.

Kurt stood there, mouth agape as Blaine fell back onto Kurt's bed with a cocky smirk. Kurt blinked a few times before grabbing the clothes in his hands and walking into the en suite bathroom. He was in there for so long, Blaine began to doze waiting for him. He was probably doing his facial routine.

Finally, the other boy came out wearing sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt. He shuffled over to the bed, pulling back the covers and climbing under them. Blaine kicked up his legs and got under the covers as well.

"You know," Blaine started, staring up at the dark ceiling, "On cold nights like this, body heat works best to keep people warm."

"Lame." Kurt muttered, face pressed into his pillow.

"That was not lame. I'll have you know, that line has worked plenty of times before."

"Didn't work for me."

Blaine pursed his lips, turning his head to look over at Kurt, "What will work on you, then?"

"You'll know when it does."

Blaine let out a sigh, wracking his brain around what to say, "Get your sexy ass over here?" He heard a derisive snort, "Fine. Kurt Hummel, I would really like to be close to you when I fall asleep. Would you do me the honor of being my cuddle buddy tonight?" He asked in a proper accent.

He heard a shuffle and then Kurt's face came into view, "A little less formality and that would have worked just fine." He rolled his blue eyes, shifting closer before resting his head on Blaine's chest.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's frame, "I'll file that away for next time." He said, breathing in the clean scent of Kurt's hair.

Wait. Saying that meant that there would be a next time. The contented sigh coming from Kurt at those words wiped away any doubt from his mind. Maybe having a next time would be nice.

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Sorry I took so long to update! I've been going through a lot and I just couldn't write. But I'm hoping I will be able to update more often now.

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