For the rest of the week, Blaine had continued to neatly stuff a folded tissue into whatever Kurt had hung on his bunk hook.

Blaine woke up so early every day, he couldn't help it. It was a habit he had since he was a toddler. It gave him a lot of time to do nothing. So today, he drew a little smiley face on the tissue with a marker before putting it in the pocket of the dark green poncho Kurt hung on the edge of his bed.

It was Saturday now, and Blaine was ever so happy to be out of school for the week. Though drawing the pictures for his and Puck's storybook The Jewish Zombie, had been pretty fun. He was still glad it was over, because now he got to play all day.

Today the guys weren't even playing sports, it was too rainy. Most of McKinley had been stuck in classrooms or the cafeteria to play. But right now, the guys, and Santana, were just hanging out at a table talking…about Kurt.

"He's so weird dude. What boy wears dresses, I mean, really?" Puck pointed at the smooth knitted fabric that whooshed as Kurt walked.

Blaine shrugged, "It's not that weird. It's just a tunic."

Finn studied Kurt from across the room, "A what-ic? It looks like a dress to me."

Santana rolled her eyes, "A blanket looks like a dress to you, Finnocence."

"It was one time, Santana!"

"You tried to give me a picnic quilt."

"It's the same color!"

"I told you to get my plaid dress from the Cheerios locker room. The quilt wasn't even in my locker. It was bigger than you. That didn't tip you off that it wasn't a dress fit for me?"

Blaine looked up to see Kurt looking towards them, he was blushing. Blaine almost waved but then he saw Kurt's eyes weren't on him. They were on Finn. So he kept staring at Kurt, waiting to be noticed. Blaine started wiggling around a little, hoping his movement might catch Kurt's eye. But Kurt just kept shifting his eyes from the book he was sifting through, and back up to Finn.

It bothered Blaine.

It was kind of weird to be jealous of the direction Kurt was looking, but it was how he felt. He realized the other guys were now looking at him wondering why he was staring so franticly in the direction of Kurt.

"Anderson, spot your boyfriend over there or something?" Puck said tauntingly nodding in Kurt's direction.

"I-"

"More tickle-fests?" Karofsky grunted smugly.

"More what-fests?" Puck stared at Blaine hard, "What's he talking about, Blaine?"

Blaine didn't say anything.

"I caught Hummel tickling the living hell out of Anderson; or as he called it 'playing'."

Santana smiled and loving nudged him in the ribs, "Oh, Curly, you little devil having secret rendezvous with Brittany's precious unicorn!"

Puck pointed a not so loving index finger toward Blaine, "Blaine. I made it clear; you can't hang out with the princess and us at the same time."

"But he's really nice, and we were just playing-"

"It's wrong, Blaine."

"Why? Why is it wrong?"

"He's not one of us."

"So? Santana plays with us and the Cheerios! Why can't I play with Kurt?"

Karofsky hit the table with a flat palm loudly, "Because it's gay."

Everyone went silent.

"Look, Curly won't spend all his time playing with angel-face anymore; problem freakin' solved. Blaine is my boyfriend, obviously he's not gay, and so him playing with another boy isn't gay. Calm down and lay off, boys," Santana grabbed Blaine's hand immediately and pulled him up with her, "Come on, Munchkin, let's go see Britt. I think I saw her climbing into a vent with a mop a minute ago."

Blaine looked back at the guys. Karofsky and Puck glared, though Puck was glaring more at Santana than at Blaine. Finn and Azimo looked indifferent. Sam and Mike gave him weary smiles.


"Brittany?" Blaine's voice echoed.

Santana huffed and opened the vent with a clink, "I saw her go in here. Why does she do these things?"

"I think she's cleaning it."

"Why would Britt clean the vents?"

Blaine shrugged, "For the furry people."

"The furry-oh god-the furry people, it's all she's been talking about for weeks. Come on, we have to go find her."

"What? Santana, we can't go in there-"

"Brittany could be lost, Blaine." And without a second thought, Santana climbed in the vent.

Blaine reluctantly followed. They crawled for about thirty seconds before coming to a fork in the, uh, vent.

"We're going right."

"What if she went left?"

"She didn't. I smell soap."

They continued to crawl and Santana was right. Blaine began to smell a chemically lemon smell.

"Brittany?" Santana called.

They heard her shout with extreme excitement, "Furry people?"

"Britt, no, it's me," Santana said with a smile.

"Jesus?" Brittany sounded shocked, and possibly star struck.

"Santana."

"Santana? What are you doing with Jesus?"

"I'm not with Jesus, I'm with Blaine."

They turned a corner and were finally faced with cleaning supplies and Brittany with a small flashlight, "Hi, Brittany!"

"Hi guys! Are you here to help me clean?" She smiled clapping her hands together.

"Not today Britt, we're here to get you out."

"But I have to clean the other tunnels too!"

"Yes, but soon it will be lunch time, we can come back later."

"Oh alright, we can just go out this way, follow me!" And then Brittany started crawling the opposite way Blaine and Santana had come in. They followed her anyway.


"Leave Anderson alone, Hummel."

"We weren't doing anything."

They had been crawling for about two minutes and then they heard voices. Blaine knew it was Karofsky from the frustrated tone.

"He's not like you!"

Kurt sounded dejected, "I know! I know that I'm different."

They reached the end of the vent and found the boy's bathroom. Blaine could see through the vent bars. Kurt was standing against a sink and Karofsky was walking closer to him.

"Yeah, we all know. Boys don't wear dresses, Hummel. And they don't stare at boys the way you do."

"I don't stare..."

"Like hell you don't stare. We all see you staring at Finn. It's like you're in love with him, it's disgusting!"

"How do you even notice if I am staring? If you think I'm so disgusting, why are you always looking at me?"

Karofsky scoffed, "You're so gross. It's like a train wreck. Disgusting, but I just can't look away."

Kurt's eyes started to water, he was scared but he was also mad, "Or maybe you just wish I was staring at you!"

Karofsky's face changed immediately, he got right in Kurt's face, "Take. It. Back."

Kurt was silent, and he looked terrified.

"I said. Take. It. Back. Hummel, take it back!"

Kurt continued to stay silent besides his rapid breathing, revealing that Kurt was nervous. Karofsky grabbed Kurt by the arm and threw him against the wall by the sink. Kurt whimpered "stop it" over and over, he was finally crying.

Blaine had to think fast.

"Uh. OoooooOOooh!" Blaine sang in an uncertain ghoul voice.

Karofsky stilled, and looked around the bathroom, "What the hell is that?"

"Leeeeaaaave Kuuuuuurt alooooooone," Blaine said in a wobbly, yet, spooky voice, "Or I will get my ghooooooost friends to getttt youuuuu!"

Karofsky actually looked alarmed and let go of Kurt's arm.

Then Brittany apparently wanted to join in, "Yeeeeeaaaah. Moooooooooo!"

Brittany smiled brightly at Blaine and Santana had an amused look on her face.

Blaine quickly clarified, "Uh, that was my cowwwwww. She diiiiiiiied hereeeee. And she will cruuuush youuuuu, with her udderssssssss!"

Karofsky looked around and backed up.

Santana decided to participate as well in a high pitched shrill screech, "Leeeeeaaaave!"

Karofsky ran. Kurt leaned against the wall and looked around clearly puzzled, "Hello?"

Blaine asked from the vent, "Is he gone, Kurt?"

"Blaine? Uh, yeah, yes. He's gone."

"Kurt! We're in the vent! Will you let me out or am I supposed to live in here?"

Kurt immediately smiled though his face was a little tear streaked and went to unlatch the vent.

Brittany was the first out with a little tumble on the ground. Santana followed her out and helped Brittany up. Blaine clambered out and immediately found himself with his arms full of Kurt.

Kurt launched himself at Blaine in the biggest hug Blaine had received in a long time. Hell, Blaine hadn't had a hug since before his mother died. He lightly wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist as Kurt clung heavily to his shoulder. He wasn't sure he should hug him that tight, so he just patted Kurt gently on his back.

Kurt whispered his voice still cracking from his previous crying, "Thank you."


Author Note: Hi guys! Looklooklook! They finally hugged. Awe. Aren't they cute? I love them so much.
Let me know how you felt about this chapter! :D

Also, I started an Anderberry story called In Secret Slumbering, you should go read that.