Strange And Beautiful

A/N: OK WOW! I'm now at 76 or something reviews! Thank you so much guys. I'm glad you guys enjoyed last chapter so much. I enjoyed writing it.

Now we have a lot of fluff and also angst at the end. Please don't hate me! I always have to spoil the moment, don't I...?

Warnings: swearing, violence (sorry)

Anyways enjoy! And review!

Blaine was really, really happy. He knew that things were by no means perfect between him and Kurt. He knew that they had a lot of things that they needed to sort out and talk about and get to know about each other. The month had been a blur and Blaine could not believe that it was only a little over a week that he had been kissing Kurt Hummel's perfect lips. Everything had happened so fast and Blaine was aware that Kurt Hummel was still a mystery. Sure, he had opened his heart to Blaine, but the two hardly had any concrete knowledge of each other.

Blaine knew it would take time. Kurt had hurt him and he was not completely over it. Besides, Kurt had some issues to deal with, himself. It had been a wonderful first step to rejoin glee club and start admitting to the members that they were together but there was still the rest of the school to deal with. What would Kurt's reaction be to boys who had always taken him for granted and had simply called him when they wanted some sex? Would he blow them off, saying that he had a boyfriend? Blaine hoped so. Blaine hoped that the song and profession of feelings in glee club symbolised the end to Kurt's self destruction.

He was apprehensive and excited about the prospect of going to school that morning. He felt that something had changed and he hoped that it would reflect in Kurt's behaviour to him at school. Kurt normally sat at the cheerios table and ignored him throughout the whole school day, only being nice to him when they were alone. He knew that Kurt had his reputation and maybe he didn't fit in with it but if Kurt was willing to acknowledge Blaine in public, then Blaine would be over the moon.

"Hey Sam," he said, walking into school and spotting the blonde boy coming his way, "have you seen Kurt around?"

Sam grinned at Blaine.

"Dude, you two have got it bad. That's the first thing he said to me today as well."

"Great minds think alike."

"Ok whatever you say...Anyways he was going to Miss Sylvester's office when I saw him, maybe he's still there?"

"Thanks man, I'll see you later yeah?"

"Later dude!"

Blaine thought that he might as well go and loiter by Miss Sylvester's office and wait for Kurt, if indeed he was still in there. He got funny looks as he leaned against the wall beside the room. People thought that he must have had a death wish or something. Why else would he be willingly standing outside the scariest teacher in the entire school's office?

Meanwhile in Sue's office, Kurt was informing her of his resignation from the cheerios and she was not taking it well at all. That day, Kurt had come to school dressed in his own outfit. He felt liberated in a way, able to express himself through his clothing, instead of being clad in a uniform. He was wearing tight black pants, black knee high boots, a blue silk shirt and a navy Marc Jacobs scarf. He looked fantastic, he knew that, but he was nervous. The cheerios outfit was a status symbol and with that gone so was his status. But it was for Blaine. And that was enough.

Sue Sylvester was less than impressed and was staring Kurt down, trying to scare him into changing his mind. After several minutes of unfazed glasz eyes staring back at her without fear, she resorted to shouting.

"Porcelain, this is the biggest mistake you will have ever made! Without the cheerios, you are nothing. They will come for you. Expect no mercy. People are going to want payback, revenge. They couldn't do that when your little white ass was clad in the tight cheerio uniform, because you were popular, but now-"

"Miss Sylvester, I don't care about my image anymore. Really. How right is this: when I am a cheerio I can go sleep around with boys and it is considered cool and normal, when I am not a cheerio and don't sleep around with boys, that's when it's wrong. That's just twisted. And besides, I have more important things to do with my time now anyway."

"The geeky new kid, whose hair is greased up with all that gel, please! You cannot be serious. This one, apart from being ugly like his butler parents, has intelligence. He will see through you and he will realise that there is absolutely nothing special about you, apart from how far apart you can spread your legs."

"Miss Sylvester! That is completely inappropriate! He likes me for me, he does! This is real!"

Sue just rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the forearm

"Oww that hurts-"

"Listen porcelain," she spat venomously, "don't come crying to me when things don't work out. You're on your own now."

Kurt just fixed her with his bitch face and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He was seething. How dare she be so intrusive in his life?

How dare she insult Blaine like that?

You stupid fucking idiot, what have you done, he thought. Maybe Sue was right. He was beginning to regret his enthusiasm towards showing Blaine what he meant to him. This might have been a huge mistake. Maybe he was sacrificing himself too early in the game? Maybe. Maybe. Maybe...

"I always screw up," he muttered to himself.

Blaine had been there all the while, standing with his mouth open, awestruck. He had known Kurt was beautiful, but damn. He looked even better in his real clothes...dazzling. It was all so Kurt and tasteful and the clothes accentuated the slight curve of his waist and the black skinny jeans were possibly even tighter than the cheerios outfit. How was that comfortable? Blaine, selfishly, did not care right now about Kurt's comfort; he was too enraptured by the skin tight jeans which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Blaine's mouth watered as he wondered how much better Kurt would look if he just didn't wear pants at all.

On closer examination of Kurt, he noticed that he looked angry. He was pacing about and muttering things and was wearing a stony expression on his face. Blaine approached him tentatively.

"Hey Kurt"

"...fucks sake. What?"

Kurt spun around and his face immediately softened when he saw it was Blaine. Blaine's mood, however, went dropped down a couple of notches.

"Blaine! Sorry about that...I was just..."

"Angry?" Blaine offered, giving him a wan smile.

"Yeah, forget it. It was just Miss Sylvester rubbed me the wrong way..."

Kurt looked up and down the corridor, checking that nobody was watching and then pushed Blaine into a locker that was directly behind him, pinned him against it and pressed his lips to Blaine's, sliding his tongue enthusiastically into Blaine's mouth. Blaine reciprocated and their tongues danced around each other, moving in an incredible rhythm. Kurt did such magical things with his tongue as he flicked it around and used it to suck on Blaine's tongue.

Blaine gasped and the two of them pulled back for air.

"Hi," Kurt whispered, giggling.

"Hi," Blaine whispered back, "and can I just say that I love your new look. It's the real you and I couldn't find it more attractive."

Kurt giggled again and nuzzled Blaine's cheek.

Ok, this boy could not be anymore adorable and attractive. How did I get so lucky, Blaine thought.

"I'll walk you to class," Blaine offered, holding out his hand to Kurt.

Kurt looked at Blaine's outstretched hand and shook his head, "no Blaine, I can't. Not yet."

Blaine dropped it, looking disappointed and then said, in a shaky voice," I thought you weren't ashamed of me."

Kurt looked at Blaine frantically and cupped his cheek, "Blaine, baby, I'm not. Just one step at a time, ok? People need to process the fact that I'm not a cheerio anymore and then we can move on to showing our relationship publicly."

Blaine still looked slightly disappointed but grinned when Kurt licked the skin behind his ear and fluttered his lashes at him seductively.

"Ok," Blaine conceded, "Just one...one more thing, are we...boyfriends? I don't want to assume but we never...and now I'm just assuming and you're going to think I'm weird and eager, which I kind of am but-"

"Shut up Blaine!"

"What?"

"You're so adorable. Blaine Anderson, do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Yes!" Blaine squealed, throwing his arms around Kurt's neck and peppering his cheeks with little kisses.

Kurt laughed," so I guess now we are. We should do things properly and go on a date. What do you say to my house after school on Friday? A bit of light action and then I take you to a restaurant?"

"That sounds perfect. More than perfect, actually."

"Great, so are you gonna walk me to class now or...?"

Blaine grinned and they joined the masses of people in the corridor.

Kurt was walking to French class when they cornered him.

Although he had been certain that it was going to happen sooner or later, he had fooled himself into thinking that he would be fine. Maybe people's attitudes had changed? Maybe reputation wasn't actually as important as he had thought it was?

It seemed that he was wrong on both accounts.

"Hey boys, look who we have here. It's Kurt Hummel and he's not so popular anymore, is he?"

"Back off Azimio," Kurt growled, glaring at the boy as he approached Kurt threateningly.

"Hey, hey, don't use that tone with me. Respect, Hummel, has to be restored at this school. I guess you got bored of cock sucking and wanted to try something new. We knew it wouldn't be long until you reverted back to your unnatural fairy ways."

Azimio and his friends had Kurt backed up almost to the other end of the corridor and Kurt was truly terrified for what was going to happen. This was really happening. It hadn't happened in so long and now it was happening.

Kurt clenched his fists and locked eyes with them all.

"It wasn't so unnatural when I was sucking your dick James," he threw to one of the boys, "or when you were getting off on me touching you, Kevin."

The boys shivered at the memory and Azimio advanced on Kurt in anger.

"You dirty whore! Trying to spread around your faggot disease and forcing yourself on my guys! None of us have forgotten Karofsky, you know. I talk to him frequently and he is still getting over what you made him do. You are filth. I say we teach him a lesson, boys."

His jock buddies gathered around him and encircled Kurt so that he was closed off and there was no escape. Kurt, who had tried to maintain his dignity and not let the words bother him, was now succumbing to panic. Azimio and his friends honestly believed that Kurt had attacked Karofsky. He knew that there would be payback at some point. He guessed it was now. And it wasn't going to be pretty.

Azimio leered at him and smacked the side of Kurt's face, hard. He felt his head jerk as it hit the wall and a burning pain erupted over his cheek.

"Don't touch me," he spat, trying to squirm his way round the boys.

Two jocks, whose names he didn't know, grabbed his arms and pushed him roughly into the wall, laughing.

"You are all fucking bastards. Get the fuck off me."

"Hey now fairy, play nice," Azimio said maliciously. He brought his fist back and slammed it into Kurt's abdomen.

Kurt let out a small "oof" and slid down the wall, his stomach lurching. He raised his hands over his head to try and defend himself from the incoming attack. A boy let out a sharp kick and then another boy was smacking his hand down onto Kurt's head. Pain erupted everywhere and Kurt tried to scream but his cries were muffled by Azimio's hand which had wrapped around Kurt's neck and applying to pressure to his throat.

"Stop," Kurt choked out, "can't...breathe."

Kurt's vision blurred as someone's heavy boot connected with his nose. There was a sickening crack and blood was suddenly pouring down Kurt's face. Blood was going everywhere. It was pouring into his mouth and he couldn't breathe and it was awful and they were all laughing.

Faggot

Cocksucker

Slut

Kurt felt himself have the beginnings of a panic attack. His breathing was coming in sharp painful gasps and Karofsky's face kept appearing in his mind and he felt everything closing up around him.

"STOP THAT! GET OFF HIM!"

Kurt recognised the voice. It was familiar and comforting, although it was yelling.

The jocks, realising that they had been caught, quickly let go of Kurt and ran away. Kurt heard approaching footsteps and flinched when a hand touched his shoulder.

"Oh my God. Baby. Kurt, you're ok now."

Blaine held Kurt to him and Kurt sobbed quietly into his shirt. Blaine rubbed Kurt's back comfortingly and placed light kisses on his head.

"This wasn't how things were supposed to be," Kurt said shakily, "things were supposed to be better now."

Blaine nodded sadly.

"I guess you were right about how important reputation is at this school. Maybe..."

"Blaine, "Kurt said sternly, sitting up despite the fact that he was hurt and aching all over, "don't you dare say it."

"But maybe it would be better for you and-"

"Blaine. It's done. Although I wish it didn't have to be this way, it is. As long as we've got each other it's worth it, right?"

"Right," Blaine said, kissing Kurt's lips tenderly.

"Now let's get you cleaned up. That nose looks sore."

Kurt groaned and allowed Blaine to help him up.

TBC...

A/N: Welp! Poor Kurt. He has no luck. But this is the last bit of angst for a while. The next few chapters are going to be fluff with new directions interactions. They shall all do some bonding in the form of a party. And we shall see some more of Santana.

Sorry if there are any mistakes in this chapter, I had to do it very fast!

Jtangel: I have it planned that Kurt will tell Blaine in the next 5 or 6 chapters. Something happens and Kurt has to tell Blaine.

Kuragurl: Love you more. You are so AWESOME

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