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I'm back at school now (in the same year as Blaine, finally) so yeah. Tha'ts a thing...also my latop actually exploded (there was smoke and everything) so that's why this is a late upload. The chapter was written...but I've only just been able to get to it.

Hope everyone has had a good summer. I'm pretty sure I nearly DIED at last week's episode because Klaine Klaine Klaine Klaine KJLAAAJNEEKJFGDL

I think you get the point

Anyhoo...on with the chapter.

'Hey it's Homo-Hummel' a loud voice cried, echoing across the playground. 'Thought we'd gotten rid of you a long time ago.'

Blaine looked to the source of the voice and saw a heavy set black man swaggering over; a plump and heavily busted woman by his side. A look of disgust crossed Blaine's face as he saw the tomato sauce still stuck to the side of the man's lips, with a smear running down the front of his shirt, but he said nothing; instead turning to Kurt to gage to other man's reaction.

Kurt was aptly staring anywhere but at the new arrival.

'Yo Hummel. I'm talkin' to you.' The man repeated, and this time, Blaine saw Kurt move. It looked like he was bracing himself; he sucked in a long, slow breath, blinking once and sighing to himself before he turned around- Deccy still in his arms - an expression of utter distain and repulsion sliding smoothly onto his face.

'Azimio. What a pleasure. And here was me thinking that you'd passed kindergarten, but alas...it would appear not to be. How's school feel when all your peers are half your size...well, I suppose most anyone is half your size. When's it due?'

The man stopped for a second, confused.

Kurt continued, not missing a beat, simply smirking at man with a smug smile as he handed Deccy over to Blaine.

'The baby? It certainly looks like you're pretty far along. Crikey, medical science really has come a long way if a man like you can get pregnant. My only question would be...who's the daddy?'

Azimio and his female companion just stood there, staring at Kurt in confusion for a few moments, until it finally seemed to click in the woman's mind what Kurt had just implied.

'Oi.' She said, taking a step forward, her high heels making her slightly unsteady as she raised a hand and snapped her fingers in Kurt's face. 'You listen here y'little punk. Ma man ain't no fag like you. What you calling baby, that's all muscle, and boy you wish you could get all up on that.'

Kurt looked rather disgusted. 'Actually I'd err...rather not.' He said, looking down his nose at her. 'Might catch something. I'll leave the getting on that to his football chums. That's what you're doing right? Still playing football. Hmm...a sport where burly men in tight fitted clothing get all sweaty and run around jumping on each other and playing with balls...soo macho.'

'How bout you just shut yo' mouth princess cos I ain't afraid to slap you.' The girl said, raising her hand even closer to Kurt's face.

'In a children's playground? Oh how classy. I can see you two really belong together.'

The woman flicked her hair – a frizzy mess of pink and red streaks combed to one side and pinned in place – and was about to make a comeback when Azimio stepped forward too.

'Did you just disrespect my woman, fag?'

Kurt took a slow breath. 'Blaine.' he said, keeping his eyes trained on Azimio. 'Take Deccy inside with the other kids and make sure they're ok. I'll be there in a minute.'

Blaine nodded, reluctant to leave but seeing Declan's growing panic he quickly agreed.

The young boy's eyes kept flitting between Kurt and the larger man and he looked like he wanted to run over to his carer, and Blaine couldn't have that. He didn't want a small kid getting involved in a situation like this. He'd been in a lot of fighters in his time, and they were no place for a child.

He cradled the boy close to his chest, holding his head against his shoulder so the boy couldn't see what was going on, and quickly hurried inside the school.

Blaine pushed open the double glass doors with a strong shove and quickly scanned the entrance hall for any sign of the other kids from the centre.

'Mister Blaine...what did that man mean, when he was talking earlier?' Declan asked, the thumb in his mouth muffling his words.

'He didn't mean anything Deccy.' Blaine said quickly, still looking for anyone he could leave the young boy with. 'He was just saying some very rude things to Kurtie that you shouldn't repeat until you're at least 21...in fact, don't even think about it till your 21, there's a good boy. Now, where are your teachers?'

'Mr Laney's over there by the big plant.' Deccy said, pointing over Blaine's shoulder towards a man clad in a tasteless green sweater vest and matching bowtie. 'He teaches me numbers and letters and he's really nice.'

'Ok then kiddo, I'm gonna drop you with him and go back out to help Kurt ok?'

'Ok.' There was no hesitation in the kids voice so Blaine began to barge his way through the crowd of parents and small children, using Deccy to shield his face from any potential fans, not, as he was beginning to discover, that there were many of those in rural Ohio.

Kurt watched as Blaine headed inside with Deccy and exhaled slowly, preparing himself to face Azimio.

'Did I disrespect your 'woman', no, not really. Did I disrespect her attitude, why yes I did. Because, dear-' he turned to the woman. '-This is a school. There are children here, and frankly, I don't want you to set them a bad example.'

Azimio pulled a face, in an attempt to look superior. 'Exactly, this is a school, and you're a filthy little cocksucker. '

Kurt winced.

Azimio continued 'My daughters at this school, and I don't want you or your sort anywhere near here. Ya hear me? You're just spreading your perversion straight onto the kids. You shouldn't be near them this young, they vulnerable and we don't want non of your fancy gay shit getting into their systems. So before my fist meets your face, you better turn back around and get the hell out of here.'

'Oh please. You make it sound like gay is contagious, which it isn't...though idiocy might be...I feel like I'm losing brain cells just looking at you. And Azimio...dear Azimio.' Kurt said, squaring himself up to the man, who stood a couple of inches above Kurt. 'I have just as much of a right to be here as you do. I won't be moving for anyone, least of all you. So you can take your idiotic homophobic rants and shove it where the sun don't shine.'

'I ain't the one who likes things being shoved places.' Azimio retorted after a moments confusion and Kurt snorted.

'That remains to be seen.'

Azimio froze, confusion washing over his face before fury became to dominant emotion. His eyes went bright and he raised his fist menacingly, looking ready to swing. Kurt's fight or flight reflexes itched to take the second option but he stood his ground.

'You're really going to hit me in a playground?' Kurt asked in a final attempt to stop the man.

Azimio just smiled. 'Yup'

He pulled back, about to swing when suddenly he stopped.

A loud, and infuriated voice was echoing out across the playground, and the pint sized person it belonged to was storming their way that very moment.

'Hey. You. Who the hell do you think you are?'

Azimio spun around, startled to find a tiny Blaine stalking towards him, eyes narrowed and fists clenched.

'You talking to me?' Azimio said with a raised eyebrow 'Bitch, do you even know who I am?'

'Blaine' Kurt hissed, eyeing Azimio with extreme caution. 'What are you doing here? I told you to take Deccy insi-'

'I did. He's inside right now with all the others.' Blaine replied, watching Azimio too. 'I left them with one of the teachers, said I'd left something in the van. Think he recognised me, so didn't want shit to get crazy in there.'

'Gee thanks for the consideration. And here was me thinking you had come over here to help.'

'I have, you dipshit. So just shut up and let me.' Blaine hissed back and took a step forward right into Azimio's personal space.

'Do I know who you are?...Do you know who I am?' he asked slowly, eyes locking with the other man's, who was at least a foot taller than Blaine.

At that, Azimio looked confused, but his girlfriend sucked in a gasp. A squeak of 'shit' came from her mouth and Blaine knew he'd already won.

'Hello there, I'm Blaine Anderson, I'm an award winning, multi-media featured, world touring, globally famous performer. '

'globally famous' Kurt muttered, rolling his eyes.

'This is my...friend Kurt Hummel. Now, you in your uncultured neanderthalic state may not know who I am, but your lady friend her seems to be quite aware, which is a relief as it's gonna make this so much easier.'

Azimio faltered in his place, and Blaine placed a hand on his chest, shoving him back with a surprising force.

'Now I'm not going to hit you - even though I could take your chunky ass down with one swing - because there are children here, but I am going to tell you that if you don't want me to make your life a living hell then you better back the fuck away from Kurt. Because I...I have a lot of money...and I can do so much with that, you wouldn't even believe...I could get you fired, I could make you lose your house...better yet, I might even turn your house into a gay strip joint...just because I can.'

Azimio stepped back.

'I have more money, and frankly, more power than you in your tiny little insignificant life, could ever dream of having. And if you don't want me to use that against you, then I damn well suggest you stop being a homophobic little prick...because guess what...I like dick as much as Kurt over here...I love it ...but unlike him, I'm not afraid to really put little worms like you in their place.'

Kurt, Azimio and his girlfriend all stood just staring at Blaine. Who was flexing his fingers as if preparing to have another go at the larger man.

Kurt snapped out of his daze before the other two and felt like clapping; he hadn't seen a bitch fest like that since...god since back in his high school days when he'd finally called out Karofsky.

'Hmm...a gay strip joint sounds lovely Blaine.' Kurt said hurriedly, grabbing Blaine's arm as he took a step back towards their minibus 'and I think it would be a fantastic place to go right now.'

He began to pull Blaine further away from the larger man, hoping to get away before any further fighting could break out.

' We better hurry though.' He added, when Blaine continued to send Azimio provoking hand gestures. 'Don't wanna miss the cock o'clock specials.'

At that, Blaine snorted loudly, and quickly shoved his fist in his mouth to stifle his laughter, finally turning from the other man to face Kurt who was also looking incredibly amused by the whole situation.

'Nope.' Blaine replied, his voice muffled by both his laughter and his hand. 'we really wouldn't wanna miss that.'

With that the two men turned and began to make their way swiftly back over to the vehicle they came in; desperately trying to hold in their laughter which was just about to split their sides.

As they jumped into the van, Azimio finally seemed to realise what had just happened and began storming towards them.

'Drive drive drive.' Blaine shrieked his voice high and excited and Kurt barked out a laugh before slamming his foot down and quickly driving off.

'Sayonara sucker.'

It took a solid 5 minutes for the pair to stop laughing. Azimio's face as Blaine called out the window at him had provided Kurt with enough comedic value to last a month and Blaine's parting comment had really cemented the absolute hilarity of the situation into his mind.

'Well...that was one way of going about that.' Kurt said with a smile as they pulled up to a red light. 'Of all the, 'I'm better than you' speeches you could have given, you went with turning his house into a gay bar...bravo sir, bravo.'

Blaine laughed and shook his head.

'I've dealt with people like him before and I've found that one is pretty damn effective most of the time.'

'You're telling me.' Kurt replied, 'I thought his eyes were going to fall out his head. '

The pair began laughing again and Kurt didn't think Blaine and he had ever had a moment this long where they had actually been civil to each other.

It was nice.

.

A few minutes passed before either man spoke again.

'You didn't have to do that.' Kurt murmured; hands on the steering wheel as he looked over at Blaine, chewing on his lower lip.

The comfortable silence of the mini-bus was broken, but Blaine didn't care.

'Oh yes I did.' Blaine replied. 'I don't know my way back to your crazy centre. What good would it do me to be stranded in the middle of this cow town with a knocked out driver? You were really asking for a punch right there.' he said with a chuckle. 'Besides...insult one gay, you insult us all, right?'

Kurt laughed. 'You make homosexuality sound like some sort of gang membership.'

Blaine put on his best shocked face. 'You didn't know? Well hot damn Kurt, you're gonna have to hand back your gay card now. If you haven't been turning up to the gang meets then how will you know who we're planning to convert next? Besides...come on Tuesday's and we have cookies...or cockies!'

Kurt pulled a face of disgust and Blaine laughed.

'Charming as ever Anderson.' Kurt said softly, shaking his head. 'Truly charming.'

'So how did you know that fetching young man back there then?' Blain asked, his lips turned up in a coy smile. 'He seemed well acquainted with your preferences? Ex-fling?'

'Oh blast, you caught me.' Kurt replied in mock horror. 'Big hulking football players...my weakness. It's the fat rolls, you know? I just can't resist.'

'Oh I can tell. Those sweat stains really pull a guy in don't they. I was struggling not to jump him myself right then and there.'

'Well...you would. Pretty sure if it breathes you'd sleep with it.'

'Hey, that's uncalled for.'

'But true...'

'That's not the point.' Blaine said heartily, though there was a tone of humour in his voice. 'You're avoiding the question again. How'd you know tall, dark and pudgy back there?'

'Oh, Azimio...I had the joys of spending my entire high school career with him. Real charmer you know. Once stuffed a soiled jock strap through the vents in my locker with a lovely little note attached. Quite sweet really, to know he went to all the trouble of singling me out for four years. Really knows how to make a guy feel special.'

'You mean he bullied you right?'

'No Blaine, I mean he took me out dancing every Thursday and we sang each other Taylor Swift songs...yes he bullied me.'

'Was it...bad?'

'No worse than today really. He wasn't very creative. Though he did like to shove me into things quite a lot, which wasn't all that pleasant. Certainly puts his sexuality on the line though, if he enjoys pushing young boys against hard objects'

Blaine snorted. 'Were you bullied a lot at school?'

'I'm not sure why you care to be perfectly honest. You've no doubt had the same issues. Being gay in highschool is hardly a picnic wherever you are, but yes. I was bullied, a lot. As per the cliché, the school football team made it their mission to use me as their personal punching bag, and I took the brunt of their anger in the form of locker shoves and slushies until I cracked in senior year and kicked one of the players so hard his jaw broke and he couldn't play for 2 weeks. They didn't touch me much after that.'

'You...kicked him in the jaw?'

'I was pretty flexible; The kicker on the team for a while then a cheerleader. It was pretty easy.'

Blaine's jaw hung down as he stared over at Kurt in shock.

That was fucking impressive.

Seriously, Blaine just wanted to slow clap the whole situation because a feat like that was awesome. Kurt was badass...

'Which teacher did you leave Deccy with by the way?' Blaine was snapped out of his Kurt admiration by the sudden question

'Oh umm...' he fished around his mind for a second, pushing away all thoughts of Kurt. 'Mr...Lane...Laney?...ring any bells?'

'Mr.' Kurt swallowed and Blaine suddenly noticed a blush creepy up Kurt's neck. 'Mr Laney...oh wow...that's great. No, yeah that's great. He's really nice so Deccy should be in umm...good hands.'

Well this whole conversation just took a dramatic turn Blaine thought.

Yet another one of Kurt's little crushes...how many of these people were there?

As Kurt continued to blush and tried not so subtly to shift the conversation away, Blaine felt a small twinge in his gut.

It was strange.

Uncomfortable.

And for just a moment, Blaine wondered if Kurt was the reason it was there.

A/N: N.B My twitter name has changed. I am now EffyMuffin...removing the link to my tumblr and ffn and all Backwardsmuffin things after I forgot the first one was linked to my main email, thus irl people I knew followed me. :L

p.s. check out my oneshot AIM FOR THE GROUND and let me know what you think. Love to all those reviwers.

Anyhoo, hope people liked the chapter. Let me know what y'all thought and what you'd like to see happen next time. You never know...if I like it, it may just be used...with credit given of course

So have a good week everybody. Keep on Klaining and think happy engagement thoughts, because I sure as hell know I am.

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