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Blaine caught up to Michael on Saturday morning on his way to breakfast. The male was wandering the halls alone, humming softly to himself and straightening his jacket. Blaine glared at the straight blonde hair on the males head as he took in his tall structure. Is that what Kurt like? Tall boys who are blonde and have hair that doesn't look like it's been styled by a lion? He frowned to himself before catching up to the Senior. "Michael!"
The boy in question turned with a small smile on his face, an eyebrow raised in confusion. "Hello, Blake."
"It's Blaine."
"Oh! Right. Sorry about that Blaine." Michael spoke as he walked. "What's up?"
"What do you want with Kurt?"
Michael stopped walking to stare at the other male as if he had grown a second head. The two Dalton boys stood in the hall, staring at each other for a moment before the taller one spoke. "I want to date him, maybe tap that hot ass. Teach him proper English."
Blaine stared up in horror, his mouth agape and his eyes wide. "Excuse me?"
Michael grinned. "Cute. You have a little crush on your friend." He murmured, crossing his arms and staring down at him. "This will be a lot more fun that I thought."
"Don't you dare hurt him, Michael." Blaine growled, his fists clenching in anger. "Why Kurt? Huh? Why do you have to hurt a boy whose already been through so much?"
"Have you met me?" Michael laughed. "I get the weakest ones close, continue to make them feel less and less confident. Hit there weakest points until they can't take it anymore. Then I break them."
Blaine took a step forward. "You can't hurt him."
"Listen, Hobbit. You don't tell me what to do."
"I swear on my life, Michael. If you hurt him I will have you buried."
"Awww, you love him." Michael sneered before a familiar voice called out.
"Blainey Bear! Michael!"
Blaine turned towards Kurt, wanting nothing more than to grab his friend and save him from the other male. "Hello, Kurt." Blaine smiled happily, giving him a hug.
"You two, have you been conversing?"
"You mean to as if we've been talking to each other." Michael spoke, causing Blaine's anger to grow even more as Kurt's eyes dimmed.
"Of course." The foreign boy whispered before grinning back at Blaine. "Breadkist?"
Blaine beamed at the other boy. He had grown accustomed to Kurt's odd nicknames for certain things, Breadkist being one of them.
"Breakfast, Kurt." Michael chimed.
Blaine just shook his head, grabbing Kurt's arm. "Come on Kurt, let's go eat Breadkist."
Kurt smiled happily and took the arm offered to him, walking down the hall and chatting animatedly to Blaine. The lead Warbler smirked back at an angry Michael.
Blondie, zero. Blaine, one.
Blaine looked up from his laptop when the door to his dorm room opened and Kurt slid in, a smile on his face as he looked at Blaine, beaming happily. The shorter male smiled back as best as he could as Kurt took off his shoes and bounded towards Blaine's bed, plopping down next to him.
"How was your date?"
Kurt flushed a tiny bit. "Was it good…." He shook his head. "It was good." Kurt spoke, chewing at his lip and staring at the wall in front of him.
"But…?" Blaine urged.
Kurt turned towards his friend, a flash of hurt in his eyes. "My English, it is bad?"
Blaine shook his head quickly, putting down the laptop so he could turn to his friend and take his hand. "Kurt, your English is just fine the way it is. Did Michael say something to you?"
Kurt bit his lip. "I have told a lie, you have heard it."
"You lied to me? When?" Blaine asked calmly, trying not to chuckle at the way Kurt said the serious words.
"Remember I told you, my date was good, yes?"
Blaine nodded.
"It was bad." Kurt murmured softly, chewing his lip.
"Why was it bad, Kurt?"
"Michael was very….how you say, rude. He did not enjoy my English. Or my clothes. Michael is a very mean person to me." He paused for a moment, turning to look at his friend. "He tried to press his lips to mine."
Blaine turned to stare at him in shock, taking Kurt' chin with his and turning it towards him so that he could finally notice the faint red mark on his cheek. Blaine stared at it intently before taking his shirt and wiping off the foundation. He stared at the bright red mark before anger flashed in his eyes. "What happened, Kurt?"
The foreign boy stared up at him with bright blue eyes. "He tried….to kiss me. I…I pushed him. Away. He kept to try. I hit his chest because he said he…break me…he wanted to. If he could…."
Blaine got the general message of the words Kurt spoke and he growled, a feral sound leaving his throat. "Did he hit you?" he ground out.
"Oui."
Blaine saw red then as he bolted from the bed. He pushed open the doors and slammed his way down the hall, pushing through various students in the strangely crowded Dalton hall. He heard Kurt shouting behind him to stop, to calm down. But he saw nothing but red and felt nothing but anger. How could that man even think about hurting his boy? He was going to make him pay.
"Blainey!"
He ignored the words, ignoring the desperate tone of his name as he pulled open the door to the common room, most of the Warbler's as well as a few of the seniors turned to stare at him. Michael was one of them. He stormed his way towards the blonde, who was staring with a slight smirk.
"Blainey, please!" Kurt cried, pushing his way into the room. "It is fine!"
No, Kurt. It's not fine!" Blaine yelled, wincing at the flash of fear that flickered through Kurt's eyes, and the younger male took a step back. "How can you just let him get away with this! You heard him! He wanted to break you! He hit you, Kurt!" Blaine growled out in the silent room.
Kurt's bottom lip quivered as he shook his head. "I can up stand for my own!"
"Stand up for yourself." Michael spoke.
Blaine lost it, he turned around and swung.