Author's Note: We are now 1/3rd through the story. I really hope you all have enjoyed this journey and will continue to! Thank you for all the votes as well! Dimetri is in the lead by a large margin. If you havn't already done so, there is a poll on my profile for the story where you can vote.

~Chapter Ten~

"Good Morning, beautiful!"

Kurt smiled as the butterflies that always hatched in his stomach in Dimetri's presence made themselves known. "There you are." He arrived at the cafeteria a considerable bit early. Dimetri normally waited outside his room for him so they could walk together, not today.

Dimetri slid down into his seat, placing a short but incredibly tender kiss to Kurt's cheek. "You look amazing, as usual."

A blush crept across his cheeks as he let his eyes wander over Dimetri, coffee forgotten for the moment. "And you look…" he sighed in disappointment, "really?" His boyfriend appeared like he just rolled out of bed, threw on his uniform and trudged down to the cafeteria. Even his hair lay in an unkempt mess on his head. Reaching out Kurt set to readjusting the open tie and knotting it.

The blond did his best to distract Kurt from his task by smiling and pecking him on the nose.

Rolling his eyes, he adjusted the tie to his liking and then smoothed his hands over his blazer. "You must have really overslept this morning." He murmured, running his fingers through the tangle of his hair.

"Nope! I've been up since five."

His hands dropped back to the table. "Then where were you? And why aren't you dressed properly?" He couldn't fight the unsettling feeling that replaced the butterflies. Why would Dimetri wake up so early and only come to Kurt hours later? Was he messing around? Was there some other boy in the winds?

"Getting these." He announced, dropping a paper bag on the table between them.

Kurt frowned. "What is that?" It certainly wasn't from the cafeteria. Those meals came on trays or in Styrofoam containers. They also lacked the grease stain spreading across the bottom of the bag.

Dimetri opened the bag and pulled out two bundles wrapped in aluminum foil. "These…are the best breakfast wraps in Ohio."

His eyes widened. Kurt poked him accusingly in the chest. "You went off campus this morning? Are you crazy? What if you got caught?" All thoughts of Dimetri fooling around with other boys dissipated, now he had to worry about his boyfriend running amuck off school grounds? Clearly Kurt would need something stronger than his mocha.

"I was careful." Dimetri answered with casual shrug. "Here try it." He unwrapped one of the wraps, and the smell of cooked eggs, peppers, onions and bacon wafted around them.

Mouthwatering, Kurt shoved it away from him on principle. "Dimetri!"

The other teen sighed. Taking Kurt's chin in his fingers, he pressed a kiss to his pouting lips. "Don't worry so much, I made a practice out of this over the years."

Fighting the urge to melt against him, he grumbled. "And your uniform? Isn't just breezing around the school in a state of undress a little daring?"

He shrugged, and then drawled out with a sultry smile. "Maybe, but it gets your hands on me first thing in the morning."

Some mornings Kurt hated how easily this boy could make him blush. It totally ruined his attempt at being disapproving. He sucked in a breath and crossed his arms with a huff.

"You are too cute." Dimetri purred, leaning in to kiss him again.

"You are frustrating." He tore his face away from Dimetri's persuading lips. "What's so great about these things anyway?" he nodded towards the wrap. "Dalton makes wraps too."

"Ah!" Dimetri's smile came across incredibly smug, but Kurt still found it vaguely attractive. "It's the secret sauce."

"The secret sauce?" Kurt rolled his eyes. "Well that is completely worth-"

Putting a finger to Kurt's lips he prevented him from continuing. "Do not mock the sauce." He moved his finger. "Just try it."

Sighing in an utterly put out way, Kurt picked up the wrap. At least the foil kept it warm. And he did love the smell of eggs and cheese. He took a tentative bite and chewed thoughtfully.

"Well?" Dimetri demanded after a few moments of silence.

Kurt swallowed and licked his lips. "It's good, I will give you that."

"Good? That's all you have to say?"

"Good." He repeated, now feeling pretty smug himself. "But I still don't think it's worth getting caught sneaking out before classes."

Dimetri exhaled loudly and dropped his forehead to Kurt's shoulder. "How do you survive in such a boring place?" he moaned, wrapping his arms around his torso.

Taking a few more bites of the actually rather delicious breakfast wrap, Kurt shrugged. The movement dislodged Dimetri's head and he sat back up.

"You kill me."

Kurt smirked, gazing up at him from under his lashes. "So you tell me."

Dimetri grinned back and leaned in to steal another kiss when someone cleared their throat in front of them.

"Morning boys!" Blaine greeted.

Kurt's stomach did a little somersault. "Hi Blaine!" His best friend stood in front of them, poised and perfect. His Dalton uniform pristine and his hair pushed back and gelled to his head.

Dimetri groaned and ran his hand over his face. "Blaine."He responded, not inching from his position practically on top of Kurt.

Blaine gave him a tolerant smile, the one without any flashes of teeth. "Dimetri." He replied equally as cool.

Glancing between the two of them, Kurt's elation at having two of his favorite people around him quickly vanished. He bit his lip anxiously. None of the other students in the cafeteria seemed to notice the change in the atmospheric pressure. "Would you like to join us?"

Dimetri tensed up next to him. His jaw clenched, but he didn't say anything.

Blaine's smile softened more at Kurt. "No thank you. I just stopped by to give this to Dimetri." He held out a sealed envelope with the Dalton insignia on the front and Dimetri's name in elegant script.

Waiting a moment before taking it, his boyfriend sneered. "What's this?"

Kurt pressed his lips together. A queasy feeling trickled into his stomach as he eyed the envelope warily. Anything on Dalton stationary came from the higher ups, and that never bode well.

"Consider this your first official warning." Blaine replied, polite smile still in place. "It was brought to the student council's attention that you were out of your dormitory Tuesday night. Not returning until Wednesday morning."

The sick feeling sunk down to the pit of Kurt's stomach where it threatened to plant itself. Tuesday night? That was the night he called home. "But that-"

Dimetri's hand crept under the table and squeezed Kurt's knee in warning.

"In case you were not aware, that is against the code of conduct, it's on page 76 of your student handbook." His condescending tone made Kurt want to slide under the table and leave Dimetri to fend for himself.

"Oh…" Dimetri's smile was not kind in the slightest. "I guess that was the page I used to wipe that cockroach off my dorm room floor."

The cocky smile faltered slightly.

"But thank you for this." He waved the envelope in Blaine's direction. "I will be sure to keep this information in mind next time I decide to slip into the night to prowl and prey on innocence."

"Dimetri…" Kurt hissed under his breath.

"You do that." Blaine replied, "But keep in mind, three warnings is grounds for expulsion."

The last word caused panic to creep up into Kurt's throat.

Blaine turned back to Kurt. "I'll see you tonight, at Warbler practice."

Kurt nodded, swallowing his panic. He offered him back a small smile, afraid of what might come out if he actually opened his mouth.

As soon as Blaine was out of earshot, Dimetri crumpled the envelope in his hand with a sneer. "Asshole."

Kurt retrieved the crushed document from his clenched fist. "Why did you stop me? I'm sure if Blaine knew the circumstances he would-"

Dimetri's sudden kiss stunned him silent. "Don't worry about it. This is just one. If he thinks he is going to get rid of me this easily he is going to be in for a wild ride."

"But…"

"No buts." He replied, touching their foreheads together. "Finish your wrap."

Kurt sighed. He didn't have the heart to tell his boyfriend his appetite was completely gone now. But in order to appease him he nibbled on it a bit more.

Blaine hummed to himself as he made the finishing touches to his Trigonometry homework. All day he felt on top of the world. And not only because he finally nailed Dimetri with something, but also because things with Kurt seemed to be getting better and better.

"Hi Blaine."

Speaking of Kurt, Blaine smiled up at his friend. "Hey! I wasn't expecting to see you until Warbler practice."

The brunette shifted from foot to foot, wringing his hands on the strap of his shoulder bag. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about something."

"Of course you can." He told him, gesturing to the empty chair across from him. He frowned as Kurt collapsed into the seat. "Are you alright?"

Kurt took a moment to let his bag fall to the floor before he met Blaine's eyes. "Not really."

"What is it?" He asked, fighting to keep his own voice under control.

Opening his mouth to say something, Kurt closed it and swallowed before trying again. "I wanted to see if you could do something for me?"

Lips quirked on one side, he responded and quite suavely in his opinion. "I'd do anything for you."

The smile returned almost resembled something sarcastic. "Except go out with me."

Mouth going completely dry, a douse of icy air blew over him. Perhaps things between us are not as resolved as I thought. He considered that idea with a shiver.

Shaking his head, Kurt sighed, "I'm sorry, just…never mind. It's about Dimetri."

The cold feeling only got worse as it seeped into every bone in his body. "Oh…"

"About the write-up."

Pressing his lips together, Blaine swallowed his initial desire to snap at Kurt. "He broke the rules, you should understand how important that is."

"Oh I do!" He leaned forward, for a moment Blaine thought he might reach out and grasp his hand, but he didn't. "I completely understand why…it's just."

He closed his eyes and willed the disappointment growing in his chest to disappear. "It's just what?" he asked softly.

Kurt's bright blue eyes bore into Blaine's and he really wanted to be able to fix it, but he couldn't very well do it, if the brunette didn't tell him what the problem was.

"Kurt…" He breathed, reaching out and placing his hand on his friend's. "Just tell me." He gave it a little squeeze he hoped encouraged him.

No tears escaped, but Kurt's lip quivered slightly. "I'm the reason he was out of his room."

He'd said it so softly, Blaine almost missed it. "What?" he prayed Kurt didn't mean what his mind immediately jumped too. "Conduct of a sexual nature is-"

"Oh God!" The countertenor gasped, pulling his hand back. "No no no, nothing like that!" His hands waved about frantically, as if the very idea appalled him. His cheeks turned a deep crimson and he blatantly refused to meet Blaine's curious eyes.

"Kurt…" Blaine raised an eyebrow, "You're blushing."

"We didn't have sex…ual relations of any sort, I assure you."

He couldn't help but smile at how cute a flustered Kurt could be. The occasion rarely presented itself, and Blaine reveled in it.

Even Kurt's ears turned red. "Really!" he squeaked. "I swear! You know me; I'm as sexually deviant as a baby penguin."

As cute as one maybe. Blaine kept that thought to himself. "Okay. Well then, why was he in your room all night? Inquiring minds would like to know."

His mouth snapped shut and he eyed Blaine warily. "Why do I have a feeling this conversation is going to come back up and bite me in the butt?"

"It probably will." Blaine teased.

"Fantastic." Kurt muttered his sarcasm back in full force. "Dimetri was only comforting me, I was having a really bad day and I just needed someone."

Sitting up straighter, Blaine frowned. "What were you upset about? It wasn't me was it?"

He ducked his head to stare down into his lap. "A lot of things, you were only part of the reason."

Blaine repeated, "Part…" under his breath.

"A small part." Kurt admitted.

Bringing his hand up to rub his temple, Blaine grimaced. The beginnings of a headache started to throb there. "What else?" He'd much rather be discussing Kurt's sex life, or lack thereof.

Kurt sighed. "It was just…it's complicated."

"Too complicated for you to talk to me about?" He asked, hating how unsure his own voice sounded. Why could he talk to Dimetri about it? Kurt always talked to him about everything, even things Blaine didn't necessarily want to know about.

"I was feeling overwhelmed with everything and nothing was going right." Kurt finally confessed. "And I called home because I thought that a weekend away would be good for me, and the idea didn't go well and I was upset."

"So you called Dimetri and he came and fixed everything?"

Kurt actually let out a little laugh. "No…"

Blaine glanced up at him hopefully then. "No?"

He smiled at him, a real smile, one that lit up his entire face. "You did, actually. Dimetri was just there when I needed comfort."

Warmth spread though him. "I fixed it?" His heart gave a little leap of joy and he couldn't help but smile.

Kurt licked his lips, and then added so soft it was almost a whisper. "I don't think you realize how much I count on you here…without you…well without you I wouldn't even be here."

Blaine closed his eyes and swallowed the building emotion in his throat. "Okay…" he relented finally, "I'll take care of the warning. But don't you dare…" he paused long enough to give Kurt a deep stare, "Do this to me again, got it?"

Relief covered Kurt's pale face. "Thank you so much." He breathed.

Shaking his head, Blaine allowed the affectionate smile he always held for Kurt to appear on his face. "You are welcome."

Dimetri strode down the corridor toward Kurt's dorm room, a happy little skip in the step. Worries that Kurt still held him in contempt from the morning disaster completely faded.

Kurt sent him a little text requesting his presence after Warbler practice. That always bode well for him. Kurt usually needed little coaxing into his arms after grueling practice with who Dimetri assumed very stuck up and stuffy Warblers.

He knocked lightly on Kurt's door and it swung open right away. Kurt grabbed him by the wrist and tugged him into the room before rising on the tip toes and kissing him in greeting. "Hi!" he beamed cheeks rosy and eyes alight with something that made Dimetri's heart skip a beat.

"Hey baby." He leaned down for another kiss but Kurt ducked away from him and spun to face him.

Kurt clapped his hands together, touching the tips of his fingers to his lips. "I have to tell you something."

"Okay." Dimetri laughed, opening his arms and gesturing he should continue.

Kurt made a gleeful sound and practically bounced up to him. "Blaine is rescinding your warning."

At the sound of his rival's name, Dimetri's lip immediately curled. "What? Why?"

Smile faltering slightly. "What do you mean why? Because I asked him to."

Red spots exploded in his vision. "You what?" he demanded, "Why would you do that? Didn't I tell you not to worry about the stupid thing?"

The smile faded completely. "Why are you so angry about this? This is good news!"

"Yeah now that bastard is going to think I owe him something!"

Kurt winced away from him. "Blaine's not a bastard."

"Really?" Dimetri barked out a laugh, "That's not what you said last week!"

"I was angry last week." Kurt whispered, shrinking back from Dimetri to sit on his bed.

Dimetri knew deep down he needed to take a moment to calm down. But just the idea of Blaine and that smirk of his made him want to pummel something. "Rightfully so!" he sneered, "Do I need to remind you of the shit he put you through? Cause I remember, I was there."

"I was there too."

"Well geeze!" Dimetri started to pace. "Maybe I should just learn to play the guitar that seems to be all you need to forgive someone for something. Me on the other hand, I had to work for it!"

"That's not-"

Kicking the trash can it made a loud crash against the wall. Dimetri spun around to glare into Kurt's now wide eyes. "Do you want to start inviting Blaine on our dates now? So he can help you keep me in line?"

Kurt opened his mouth but then closed it again. He struggled to swallow before his voice came out very weak. "Why are you yelling at me?"

"Dimetri!"

The question made Dimetri start. "Why?" He ran his hands through his hair and pulled on it. "Because you just went behind my fucking back and basically told Blaine that I can't fight my own battles!"

The room fell silent as Dimetri's words hung in the air. He kept pacing, scrubbing the back of his hand across his mouth.

Kurt sat extremely still, blinking back tears that kept welling in his eyes. "I just thought that…"

"Right! You thought!" Dimetri spat. "Did it ever occur to you maybe I thought something different?"

Tears slid down his cheeks then. "I'm sorry." He choked. "It was my fault you got in trouble and I just wanted to fix it."

Dimetri's step faltered. What the hell was he doing? He took a deep breath to try and compose himself. The only sound in the room was the soft, stifled little sobs coming from Kurt.

Dimetri felt like an ass. Sure Blaine made Kurt cry, but now Dimetri was just as guilty. Cursing under his breath, Dimetri turned around and padded over to the bed. "Baby…" he exhaled.

Holding up a hand to keep him from coming any closer, Kurt took in a shuddering breath. "Go away."

"No." Dimetri dropped down on his knees in front of his boyfriend. "I'm sorry for yelling, let's just talk it out okay?"

"What's to talk about?" Kurt mumbled, wiping his eyes.

"The warning wasn't your fault okay? I was the one that decided to come to your room, and I was the one that decided to stay."

Shaking his head, Kurt refused to meet his eyes. "Sure, whatever. I asked you to stay."

Dimetri put his hands on the brunette's trembling knees and squeezed them. "I would have stayed even if you told me to go. There was no way in hell I was going to just leave you like that. Don't you know by now how much I care about you?"

A small smile appeared on his face as Kurt's eyes slid closed.

Rising up, Dimetri cupped his face and kissed his forehead. "I'm really sorry I yelled at you." he said softly as he moved away.

Kurt's eyes fluttered back open. "Where are you going?"

"You told me to go away." Dimetri offered a little lopsided smirk.

"I thought you just said you wouldn't leave me?"

Dimetri laughed and leaned down to kiss him again. "Are you saying you want me to stay now?"

Kurt grabbed him by the tie and pulled him down onto the bed with him.