Kurt stopped outside his dormitory door and gently felt around in his bag for his keys. Once he located the cold metal, he held them all together so they didn't make any loud jingling noise and carefully slid the right key into his door. It gave a soft click as he turned it to the side and Kurt pushed it cautiously open. The hallway was dark. He licked his lips and stepped in, closing the door as quietly as he could and as he turned around-

"It's an hour and a half past curfew."

"Fucking hell!" Kurt jumped and spun around to see the outline of Blaine standing in the hallway. He turned on the light switch and seeing no need to be quiet, Kurt chucked his keys onto the table, glaring at Blaine. "Don't creep up on me like that!"

"Why were you out for so long?" Blaine demanded, staring at him coldly. Kurt snorted.

"Yeah, like that's any of your business." He said, striding forwards and past the smaller boy. Blaine turned around and followed him.

"Oh, good point, when was it any of my business that you're going around f-"

"What?" Kurt exclaimed. He turned around from where he was facing his bed, putting his bag down and saw Blaine falter, "Go on, what were you going to say?"

"I was asking why you were out for so long!" Blaine quickly recovered.

"I still don't see how this concerns you," Kurt said, adding a chuckle and trying to be calm. He didn't understand why he was only a centimetre away from losing it when usually he would be able to talk his way out of an argument for much longer.

"Maybe because we share this room?" Blaine replied almost sarcastically, "And I want to know-"

"Yeah, we share this room!" Kurt interrupted, "So it doesn't actually matter when I come back because I have my own keys and my own life!"

"Kurt, it's nearly 1 in the morning!" Blaine exclaimed, "What the hell could you be doing on a date other than-"

He cut himself short again and Kurt raised an eyebrow angrily.

"Other than what?" He asked. His voice was dangerously low.

Blaine shook his head and bit his lip angrily, "I just want to know what you were doing!"

Kurt sighed in irritation stared at him. "Blaine, what is wrong with you? You were never like this-"

"Oh, that's a good point," Blaine snorted, "Then again, the last time you spoke to me was over two years ago before you ran out and refused to-"

"And I wonder why I did that!" Kurt exclaimed shrilly, his face starting to turn red, "Maybe it was the fact that you and some guy-!"

"-Are we going back there, Kurt? Really-?"

Their voices were getting louder and louder and turning into a tumble of angry words being thrown back and forth, faces inching closer as the insults got more vicious.

"Yes we're going back there, because you have no right-!"

"-I have the right to say whatever the fuck I want to say to you, bec-!"

"-Because you're the slut?"

"I'm not the fucking-!"

"-Yeah, I bet that guy would beg to differ!" Kurt full on yelled. He took a step closer and said, "What did you do after I left? Go home and suck his cock? Or could you just not wait and he took you over the fucking tabl-"

"Alright, fine!" Blaine shouted, "If you really want that to happen, then yeah, I sucked his cock. And yeah we fucked, right on our special study table, and you know what? He was much better than you."

He finished with a glint of malice in his eyes and breathing heavily. Kurt shut his mouth and refused to let the tears that were threatening to spill over fall. He did the first thing he thought of to inflict the pain he'd just received.

SMACK.

Blaine stumbled back a few steps as the force of Kurt's hand slapped against his face with all the strength he could muster. Later, Kurt would probably admit that it was a few smidgens too powerful, but right now he was just happy to hurt this guy because the gut-wrenching pain he was feeling in his stomach wasn't going away. He watched as Blaine grabbed onto his bed post, supporting himself with his face angled down and to the side, frozen from the impact.

There was an empty silence as the slap seemed to echo around the room and both boys started to come to their senses. At once, Kurt lifted his slightly stinging hand to his mouth as he bit back a sob and Blaine blinked, compassion flooding back into his irises again.

He ignored the throbbing, harsh pain in the left side of his face and immediately looked up to Kurt, trying to find the words to say how he-

"God, I can't live with you," Kurt whispered, more to himself.

"I-I-" Blaine stuttered, eyes wide, "Kurt, I- I didn't mean that, I didn't mean any of that-"

"I can't. I can't deal with this," He said quietly again, now staring almost fearfully at Blaine.

He was scared. He was terrified. He had never hit out at anybody and the last person he thought he'd ever hit was Blaine. Even though he felt like shrivelling up and not eating when they last departed, he didn't want to hurt him. He knew he couldn't.

But he did.

He wasn't violent. Snappy, witty, slightly arrogant maybe, but he wasn't violent. He never lowered himself to the level of the people that made his life hell and pushed him around.

"Kurt, please, come on-"

Kurt shook his head. "I can't, you're- Blaine, you're too much stress, I..."

Blaine's face dropped slightly and he made to step forwards but thought better of it. "I-I'm sorry, I- I don't-"

He couldn't seem to say anything in his defence and he just stared at Kurt, willing to be forgiven. He hadn't realised he's been pushing him for information. Kurt was right. It was none of his business.

Kurt glanced at his cheek and already he saw the red mark becoming more prominent and looking more like the shape of his own hand.

The tears fell over now and ran down his face.

"Kurt-" Blaine said, still at loss. He couldn't comfort him, so he just sucked his bottom lip in and continued, "-You- It's too late for a transfer, you- Please-"

He stopped again. What could he say to make this better?

The damage was done.

"Leave me alone," He said. It wasn't vindictive or harsh, it was pleading. Kurt stared at him a little longer, his eyes impossibly wide and shining with tears before turning and grabbing his cosmetics bag and walking past Blaine, putting a lot of distance between their shoulders. Blaine waited until he heard the bathroom door shut before he moved.

He swallowed tightly and let his eyes dart around the room. That was definitely their worst argument yet. He slowly lifted a hand to his cheek and prodded it tentatively. It hurt.

It was then Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and accepted the tears too. He tried to hold it in but eventually just walked back to his rumpled bed and sat down on it, crying quietly but openly.

The night ended half an hour later, when Kurt emerged from the bathroom. Blaine pretended to be asleep and Kurt pretended to not know that he was pretending. He slipped into his bed and they both let the tears fall sideways, rolling over their noses and onto the pillows.

And here we go *holds hands up in surrender and apology* we're kind of... hiatusing.

It so lovely that we have these reviews as we weren't sure if this story would catch, but we have a lot on our plates right now. Both of us are in the middle of an English paper, I'm about to go into a French one, we have maths revision and to top it all off, we're both planning for NaNoWriMo.

It's sucky, I know. We'll update this not next week, but the week after and then we'll tell you from there when we've got our heads together. However, if you are interested in our original stories that we have to write 50,000 words for in a month, head on over to mine and Becky's NaNo page in November! I have a snippet up already and the links will be on our Bio.

Thank you and sorry!