This is shorter than I thought it was going to be… I really hope you like Kurt in this one, I did =D I don't own anyone in this story except James, everyone and everything else is Ryan's…

"Yeah, Babe, I'll be there in a minute," Kurt promised into the phone as he rushed down the street on his way to the small coffee shop. "Don't worry so much, it's been a month," Kurt rolled his eyes, but the truth was, he loved the way Blaine made him promise to be careful, the way he begged him to carry mace. It told that he cared, and it made Kurt feel loved. "Ok, I love you too." He pressed END on his screen before checking for traffic before scurrying across the street. It was pretty quiet for a Saturday, but Kurt didn't really think anything of it, it was Lima, it was always pretty quiet. He was a block away from the coffee shop, and Blaine when a hand grabbed his arm and slammed him into a wall between two buildings. He didn't need to look to know who it was, he'd been expecting it for a while.

"Hello, James," Kurt said, pleasantly, as James pressed his forearm against Kurt's chest to keep him pinned.

"You should have stayed away from my brother, Queer," James growled, but Kurt merely rolled his eyes.

"Queer," he sighed, "How unoriginal, try something that hasn't been thrown at me a thousand times." Then three other boys joined James, all standing with their chests squared and their fist clinched. "Ooh, it takes 4 straight boys to beat up one gay guy." Kurt said, his voice falsely impressed, "I knew I was amazing, but I didn't know I was that awesome." Suddenly James slammed his fist into Kurt's stomach, Kurt collapsed into himself, moaning, Blaine's brother had an arm on him.

"Do you ever shut up?" James asked, annoyed. Kurt smirked, rising back up to full stance,

"Not really, unless I'm tired or pissed at you." He explained panting slightly from the punch, "You know, you're not going to get very far, I just got off the phone with Blaine and he knows I'm almost there, he'll come looking for me."

"Maybe, but by then it'll be too late," James stated, getting right in Kurt's face. Kurt couldn't bring himself to fear these boys, he knew he probably should be, he should be terrified, but his gut, though it ached a bit, told him he was going to be fine.

"Tell me James, before you start reconstructing my face, why you hate me so much," Kurt requested as James shoved him off into one of the other boy's arms, where he was then turned around facing James with two beefy, rough hands on each of his arms.

"Because, you are keeping my brother sick, and our father wants him back," James spat angrily, but Kurt heard it before James could cover it, the jealousy.

"Why would he want Blaine, when he can have a perfect, straight son, who needs 3 of his friends to beat up one 120 lb kid?" Kurt baited, knowing it was dumb, but unable to help himself.

"Shut up," James growled, in a way that sort of reminded Kurt of the way Karofsky had sounded right before he kissed him.

"I touched a nerve there, didn't I?" Kurt continued, the other boys keep their eyes on James waiting for permission. Kurt was well aware that baiting the person who had threatened to put him in the hospital wasn't one of his best ideas, but that's what Kurt did when he was scared. James kept his eyes on Kurt, "That's it isn't it? Even though Blaine is gay, your father loves him more than he loves you." James tensed and opened his mouth but Kurt spoke again, " I mean, he wants to "help" Blaine, does he even notice you James? Does he worry about you, like he does Blaine. Because even though Blaine's gay, he's still better than you'll ever be. When you were younger, Blaine played piano, guitar, he sang, and danced, and he was the apple of your parents' eyes, and you. You were their other son," Kurt almost forgot James could move until a fist collided with his face and he immediately knew he'd have a busted lip. "Oh, that's something your good at," Kurt mocked, "Run home and tell Daddy you can punch the gay guy that's being held back." He chuckled as James, shifted to get a better stance, before punching him hard in the jaw again. Kurt grunted at the pain of his teeth cutting open his gum. He spit the blood out before glaring back up at James. "But you must think I'm an idiot, someone threatens me, and you don't think I prepared," Kurt raised his eyebrows, "Now let's see how this works." Kurt smirked grabbing behind him and pulling down as far as he could, catching the other boy off guard and he flew over Kurt's head. Kurt turned kicking him hard in the groin to make sure he stayed down, the boy curled into himself moaning. "I'll have to thank Noah for teaching me that." Kurt turned, the three other boys crowding him and pulled the mace out of his pocket and aimed at their eyes, he hit two of them who cried out in agony, falling as well, their hands covering their eyes. "Huh, guess we know the answer to that riddle, how many fags does it take to take out four straight guys? Ding, ding, ding, one." Kurt scowled at James and turned the tables, using his forearm to pin a shocked James to the wall. "You come near me or Blaine again, and you are going to wish all I do is knee you," and Kurt kneed James hard in the groin as well, watching as he fell, groaning. He checked to make sure they wouldn't run after him, wiping the blood from his lip, smirking at James, "There was a reason I was made kicker of my high school football team." He exited the ally to immediately see Blaine, who was looking around panicked.

"Kurt!" Blaine yelled, running over to him, taking his face in his hands. "Oh god, I knew this would happen, I shouldn't have let you walk here alone, I'm so sorry." Kurt kissed him deeply to shut him up,

"It's a split lip, Blaine, I'll live." He grinned impishly and motioned to the ally, "Besides, you boyfriend is far from helpless." Blaine looked hesitantly in the ally to see the guy Kurt had first kicked and James gingerly crawling to their feet. The boys he had maced were attempting to open their eyes before crying out in pain and shutting them again.

"You-" Blaine began, his mouth hanging in surprise. Kurt shrugged in false nonchalance,

"Just another day in the life of Kurt Hummel," Kurt smirked, "He sings, dances, kicks and maces better than anyone." Blaine smiled, kissing his lips lightly,

"I know something else you do better than anyone else too." He pulled Kurt to him and Kurt giggled,

"Well that goes without saying." Blaine laughed happily, turning back to his brother who looked at them angrily. "I hope you find what you're looking for, James," Kurt sighed, "I really do," Blaine looked at Kurt confused before glaring back at James,

"In the meantime, stay the hell away from us." Blaine turned back to Kurt and touched his lip, which had more blood dripping from it. "We need to get you some ice for that," Blaine said fretfully. Kurt checked the lip for more blood with the back of his hand, then looked down at his shirt, before sneering at James,

"You better be glad I didn't get any blood on my shirt, this is a Versace, and I would have flipped my shit if I had." Blaine chuckled, taking his arm and wrapping it around Kurt's back.

"God I love you," Blaine breathed. Kurt smiled and looped his arm around Blaine's back as well, as they started walking towards Blaine's car.

"Well that's good, mon prince charmant, parce que je t'aime plus que tout, and I do believe you are stuck with me." Blaine grinned and kissed Kurt's cheek, lovingly, but then Blaine paused,

"I thought you always said you had a crush on Prince Eric, not Prince Charming." Kurt smirked, wrapping his other arm around Blaine's shoulder, cocooning Blaine.

"Who needs either of them, when I have my own handsome prince," Blaine looked at Kurt,

"Oh you are good." Kurt giggled mischievously, kissing Blaine once again,

"I thought we established that a long time ago." Kurt said playfully, laying his head on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine still felt bad for Kurt being hurt but as the younger boy looked up at him, his blue eyes wide and yet had a wicked look to them, Blaine knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from what he and Kurt would be doing later that night. And something told Blaine, that was exactly what Kurt was aiming for.

Ok next chapter is smut, smutty smut, just smut hehe please review this one and tune in for the next chapter. It's good, well I like it…