A/N: Holy crap, this one is huge! This is probably my biggest and most plot filled chapter! This covers one of my favorite episodes 'Never Been Kissed', and you all know what that means? But it also ends where 'The Substitute' starts off! So a lot is going to go down, and I hope you all enjoy it….but I know you won't…this chapter is drama filled and you all know what happens in 'Never Been Kissed' anyways. But at least we have Blaine in the mix now! So here you go! Enjoy!

Henry and Kurt were siting in the Hummel/Hudson living room on a Sunday watching reruns of Tyra together. It had been a long week with all the Sam drama, and even after jumping the sex barrier in their relationship, both boys simply felt that a lazy Sunday was in order.

They had done homework together for the first half of the day and were then sitting on the couch, their sides pressed to each other, with an array of candy for Henry, and a bowl of salad and a bowl of trail mix for Kurt.

They were relaxing and just relishing in being able to be so close to each other as Tyra screamed and acted like the batshit crazy harpy Kurt and Henry knew she was.

Kurt was enjoying the feeling of Henry's warm body against his when Henry shifted and moved Kurt a little. Kurt thought nothing of it, but a few minutes later it happened again. A little agitated, Kurt moved a little himself. Just a little later, Henry shifted again, and he had made a small whimper. Kurt rolled his eyes. "What is it now, Henry?"

"I want my candy!" Henry whined as he reached out towards the table where the candy sat. Him leaning back on the couch had left his outstretched hand about halfway there. Kurt turned to see his baby of a boyfriend look pouty and at the candy longingly.

Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "Are you that lazy where you can't sit up and grab your pile of love-handle inducing death in a wrapper?"

Henry whimpered again and let his head fall back on the couch. "Yes!" He whined. "It's called lazy Sunday for a reason, Kurt!"

Kurt sat up and grabbed the bowl of candy. Henry perked up and beamed at Kurt like a puppy. "You want this?" Kurt asked innocently.

Henry nodded rapidly. "Yup, yup!" Henry chirped like a child. He stayed resting on the couch and reached out for it. "Candy me!"

Kurt smirked. "Nope." Henry's face fell into despair. "I want something in return first." Henry looked confused, but began to grin as Kurt leaned closer. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut and Kurt went to kiss Henry. His lips were inches away when-

"Oh hey! There's still some Twix in here!" Henry exclaimed happily as he rummaged through the candy bowl that Kurt had brought closer when he leaned in for a kiss.

Kurt grumbled and snatched the bowl away. "I want a kiss! Not a fat boyfriend!"

Henry and Kurt both knew they were kidding around, they messed with each other constantly; it was some kind of child-like foreplay.

Henry looked affronted. "Fat?" He cried. "Please!" He lifted his shirt. "Look at these cold hard- no stainless steel- abs! I'll never get fat!"

"Shirts on in my house Landon!" Burt hollered from the kitchen.

Henry blushed and his shirt flew back down. Kurt snickered. Henry was pouting at Kurt and demanding the candy when Finn walked in.

"Hey, guys?" Finn asked.

Kurt, who was running around the living room, being chased by Henry who was after the candy, stopped and smiled at Finn. "Finn!" He laughed. "Here! Take this and don't let Henry get it!" Kurt handed Finn the candy bowl. Finn looked at it while Kurt went to hide behind him. Henry stalked up to Finn and put out his hand. "Candy. Now." Henry growled.

Finn looked at Henry. He shrugged. "Sure." And Finn held out the bowl for Henry.

Both Finn and Henry were just eating candy after candy together. Kurt squeaked. "Henry!" He scolded. "Don't eat so much candy! You're going to get sick."

Henry waved him off. "No I'm not. That's silly, how can I get –" Henry stopped, his eyes widened and he ran off towards the bathroom.

Kurt sighed and facepalmed. "Told you so."

Finn snickered as he continued to eat candy. From inside the bathroom, Henry yelled. "I'm not sick! It gave me diarrhea!"

Finn instantly stopped eating the candy and looked at it like it was a salad. Finn slowly backed away from the candy. Kurt looked like he was the one who was going to be sick. "To much information, babe." Kurt groaned.

Finn looked at Kurt. "Since that candy is now evil toxic. I can ask you what I came in here for." Finn continued as Henry returned from the bathroom. "Mom's still at work, it's noon, and Burt said all he can cook is grilled cheese and cereal. I'm hungry!"

At Finn's whining, Kurt looked at both his boyfriend and his brother. "Why are all the men in my life big babies?" He sighed.

"I'm no baby, Kurt!" Burt hollered. "I made you, kid. If anyone's a baby it's going to be you."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Please dad. Finn just said you only know how to cook grilled cheese and cereal. You know you can't cook cereal right dad?"

It was silent for a few moments.

"Thought so." Kurt smirked. He turned to Finn. "Come on, I'll make you lunch."

Finn cheered and Henry pouted. "Do I get lunch?" Henry pouted as Finn ran into the kitchen.

Kurt smiled. "Only if I get a kiss."

Henry grinned and gave Kurt a quick kiss. Kurt frowned. "What kind of kiss was that?"

Henry moved towards the kitchen. He smirked. "That's the down payment for lunch. I'll pay the rest of it off tonight." He whispered lustfully.

Kurt blushed furiously and slapped Henry's chest. "Henry! My dad's right there! If he hears I'll have a boyfriend in a 20 piece set!"

Henry laughed. "Oh, calm down. He can't kill me. If he did, you'd be upset and not cook for him anymore! What would he do?"

Kurt mused this. "Huh, well okay then." Kurt agreed and followed Henry into the kitchen.

"I knew you couldn't cook cereal, Kurt." Burt claimed.

"Sure." The three teenage boys said in unison.

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Kurt was walking down the hall in his brand new sweater he had got. He was walking with Tina to glee as they were talking about said sweater.

"I can tell that you're all ready for winter with the new sweater line you showed me." Tina commented.

Kurt smiled. "I know, the new line is full of so many knee length sweaters that I don't know which one to wear nex-"

Kurt didn't finish his sentence. Karofsky came barreling out of nowhere and slammed Kurt against the lockers. Tina gasped as Kurt tried to regain his footing. Kurt glared at Karofsky as he lumbered away.

"Are you okay?" Tina asked worriedly.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, fine. Let's go to glee."

As Kurt and Tina continued their walk to the choir room, Kurt couldn't help but think that Karofsky's attack was different than his usual.

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Kurt, although still slightly shaken up from Karofsky earlier, sat in the risers waiting for Henry. He knew that Karofsky was always a Neanderthal and that he enjoyed pushing him and Henry, along with other 'losers' around. But, last time, during Gaga week, Karofsky had pushed Tina as well. Not that Kurt wanted him to push Tina into lockers too, it's just that this time, it seemed that he was going right for Kurt.

That made Kurt's stomach churn in worry.

He shouldn't be afraid of Karofsky; he was just a stupid ignorant Lima loser that would be working for him when he was either an international fashion genius or breakthrough Broadway star. But Kurt couldn't help but think that Karofsky was targeting him.

"Hey, Kurt."

The voice of his boyfriends shook him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Henry smiling warmly at him.

All thoughts of Karofsky and his bullying left Kurt when he saw how sweet his boyfriends looked.

Henry wasn't wearing anything special, though he was wearing an extra tight green v-neck today, showing off his solid chest and abs, but it was how warm and genuine his face looked.

Henry was hot, Kurt knew that, but that's not what had always attracted Kurt to him. It was his face, and the many expressions he made. His face was so young, not a baby face like Kurt (and Kurt could still not even imagine why Henry would be attracted to someone with as much sexiness as a baby penguin) but Henry's face was always light and playful. Henry joked around al lot, but his eyes were always smiling with him.

Henry was just what Kurt needed to get his mind off Karofsky.

"Hey, yourself, baby." Kurt smiled as he leaned in for a kiss.

When they broke apart, Henry smiled. "You looked a little lost in thought when I came in. What's up?"

Kurt shook his head. It didn't seem important to tell Henry, it was just a push. "It's nothing, nothing too import-"

"Well, it looks like my favorite Freak Flag Couple is still going strong." A hard voice sounded.

Kurt and Henry, along with a few of the glee kids that were in the choir room as well, looked up. Puck stood there, as large and intimidating as ever, and also in dark military style clothes and dark combat boots.

Kurt would have been scared if it wasn't just Puck. Puck had toned down his bullying ever since joining glee. Granted, he was still and ass and said stupid things a majority of the time. Puck liked to mess with Kurt and Henry, but everyone knew that was just his way of being a friend.

Some friend, Kurt snorted inwardly. But in the end, Puck was harmless. So Kurt quirked an eyebrow and studied Puck's outfit carefully. Puck glared back under his gaze.

"So is this the new trend in Juvie? Cargo shorts, and combat boots? Or are you trying to be a butch lesbian?" Kurt bit at Puck smugly.

Puck snorted and went to sit down. "Looks like someone doesn't mind making fun of other gay people." Puck shot back.

Kurt laughed lightly. "I'm not making fun of lesbians if it true. Every lesbian I saw has always worn….things like that."

Puck looked at Kurt in interest. "You've seen lesbians?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. Puck would. "Yes, I watch TV."

Puck slumped in his chair after hearing that there were no lesbians in Lima. But Kurt just shrugged it off. Not long after, Mr. Schue entered. "Alright everyone!" He smiled. "Let's welcome back Puck. Fresh off his stint in Juvie." He looked at Puck honestly. "I hope you've learned you lesson, Puck."

Puck smirked. "As if, I ran that place!" He flexed his 'guns'. "All I did was crack skulls and lift weights."

"Oh, what a catch, I can't believe I ever let you go." Quinn sighed sarcastically.

Puck looked back at Quinn, an unreadable look on his face. Then he spotted Sam sitting right next to her. He glared. "So, it looks like Big Lip Blonde Head finally chalked up the courage to join us."

Sam honed in on Puck and frowned. "Hey, I wasn't afraid before, I just-"

"Please." Puck ran over Sam's words. "You were too chicken-shit that you'd possibly hurt your reputation by being in glee. Why are you here anyway? Your shoulder still hurt?" He taunted. "Not man enough to suck it up and-"

"Enough Puck."

Puck turned to glare at whoever would dare interrupt the Puckasaurus, especially when just out of the big house, but he was surprised when he saw that it was Henry frowning at him.

"What's your deal?" Puck bit at Henry. "It's not like Sam's your friend."

"He is." Sam argued. "We've been friends since 8th grade."

Puck looked around the room to see the consensus. Apparently they were friends and were set on defending each other. Puck shrugged. "Whatever."

Mr. Schue took the awkward silence of Puck being shut down to wave a letter in his hands. "Okay, guys! What I have here is the competition list for Sectionals! Drumroll Finn!" Finn beat his hands on his books as Mr. Schue began to read. "First, are the Warblers from the Dalton Academy all boys school."

The club erupted in murmurs about the new school they were competing against. "Whoa, hold on. I just got so many gay jokes." Santana smirked.

Kurt gave her a withering look, and Henry just glared. There was no use in starting another fight in glee today.

"Next, are the Warren Township Hipsters. Theses guys are all senior citizens that are working towards their GEDs." Mr. Schue said.

Mercedes frowned. "How are we supposed to beat a group of adorable old people?"

Puck smirked. "Easy, they're so old and brittle, just give them a pat on the rear and they'll be crumbling where they stand."

"Now, I know that it worked so well to get us pumped for Sectionals last time. So this week is our second annual, Boys v. Girls, mash-up competition! So, get into your groups and well be performing by the end of the week."

Sam, and Henry, who weren't part of the glee club during last year's competition looked confused, but split up with the boys anyway. The girls, mostly Rachel really, started talking, and Kurt went to sit with them. Mr. Schue, who had his back to the group, sighed. "Kurt, I'm going to say it again: Boy's team."

Kurt was about to roll his eyes and comply but then he stopped and stood there. "But Mr. Schue," He said evenly. "With Sam, we now have an odd number, and since the boys won last time-"

"We all got disqualified for Vitamin D usage!" Rachel argued.

Kurt glared at her but continued. "Since the guys won last time, I think that we should give them an extra voice. And since I'm the only guy with the range to sing with the girls, I nominate myself."

The girls nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Mr. Schue!" Mercedes said. "Kurt's talent would be wasted with the boys!"

Mr. Schue looked at the class. "Is everyone in agreement with Kurt being on the girl's team?"

All the girls nodded and smiled. The boys just shrugged. "Sure, it's not like he'd be out of place with them anyway." Puck scoffed.

Kurt glared, but Henry clapped his hand very roughly on Puck's shoulder and glared very angrily, effectively silencing Puck.

Mr. Schue smiled. "Alright then, it's settled. Kurt will be on the girl's team. Let's see if Kurt can change the tide of the competition."

The girls cheered and Kurt sat with the girls while the boys started discussing ACDC songs and other heavy metal that Henry couldn't care less about. He was kind of bummed that he didn't have Kurt on his team, but still, he'd rather be with the guys than with the girls any day. Kurt preferred cat claws and snarky comments; Henry was too laid back to deal with the crazy girls. He preferred just chilling with the guys, but their song choices that they were spouting out were not going to work.

"Listen, guys." Henry interrupted their argument on mashing up Pantera and Kiss, or ACDC and Ozzy. "I know you guys like your hard rock. But maybe your band choices are a little too metal. We did The Rolling Stones for Sectionals last year, and I know you guys like Bon Jovi, Kurt had showed me last year's mash-up. And you guys did really well. So, I was thinking that we do a slightly lighter mash-up of these two."

Puck snorted. "Oh yeah? And what songs were you thinking by them? Do you even know rock?"

Henry smiled " 'Livin' On A Prayer' mashed-up with "Start Me Up"."

The guys looked impressed and Mike and Artie were nodding in agreement. "I think that's a pretty good mash-up." Finn nodded.

Puck shrugged noncommittally. "It's fine." He looked at Henry. "Didn't think a gay dude could think up of a rock mash-up, or even know rock."

"Yeah, no offense." Artie said. "But we're just so used to Kurt and his love for showtunes and diva ballads, we just didn't expect you to know any…"

"Masculine songs?" Henry quipped. He just shrugged. "I'm not like Kurt. Not all gay guys are the same. Some gay guys can be manly and others are more effeminate."

The guys looked thoughtful for a moment, except for Sam. He just stared at Henry intently. Henry caught his eye, smiled and nodded. Sam looked down; hiding is reddening face.

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Later that day, Kurt was passing between classes. He was beyond happy that he was able to be in the girls' team in glee, and he knew that they were going to win. He was on his way to his English when he passed Puck and Artie. Puck was wheeling Artie, and Kurt was a little taken aback at the two. It was an odd site to say the least; Kurt couldn't remember the last time they even spoke other than Artie begging not to be locked in the porta-potty. Artie didn't look too terrified, so Kurt let them go and do their own thing. He went on his way when he collided into the lockers again. Kurt flinched at the hissing pain in his shoulder, and when he looked up all he saw was Karofsky's sneering face as he sauntered away. Kurt tried to calm down, but all he could do was take a deep breath and lean back against the lockers.

What was Karofsky's deal? Kurt thought. Why was he going after Kurt? And seemingly only Kurt? Wherever Kurt went, it seemed that Karofsky was always there too. Kurt never saw anyone else damaged in the jock's warpath, but Kurt couldn't help but think that that was important. That Karofsky was targeting him. It didn't settle well with Kurt.

"Are you alright, Kurt?"

Kurt's eyes jumped open at the voice. He locked eyes with the voice and set his 'Ice Mask' on full force.

"It's fine Mr. Schue." Kurt stated simply. He pushed himself off the lockers. "It's nothing that I haven't dealt with before."

Kurt was going to walk away, but Mr. Schue held his shoulder. "Kurt…I think we should talk about this."

Kurt sighed. He wasn't in the mood for one of Mr. Schue's useless pep talks. The man was a walking PSA, but Kurt saw no other escape. "Sure. Fine."

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Sam was at his locker exchanging books. He got out his math textbook and closed the locker. As he closed it, right behind the door was Henry. When it fully closed, Sam saw Henry and he jumped.

"Ah!" Sam yelled. Henry smirked and Sam just glowered. "You scared the shit out of me."

"Please, you know I'm I ninja, you should have expected this." Henry smiled.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. So did you need something?"

Henry grinned. "Walk with me." Henry began walking and Sam hurried to keep up. The two walked for a moment and Henry turned his head to the shorter boy. "So…rumor has it that one Sam Evans is officially dating one Quinn Fabray."

Sam blushed. Henry laughed loudly.

"Hey!" Sam defended.

Henry grinned. "Aw, come on! Seeing you blush is like one of the cutest things I get to see!"

They both stopped walking and froze at Henry's comment. It wasn't awkward it was just…..

Nostalgic.

A few moments of silence more and Henry feared that Sam would freak out again. "Sorry, let's just pretend that didn't happen." Henry mumbled.

Sam nodded and they continued walking. "So, you were saying?"

Henry sighed in relief as Sam let him go back into their prior conversation. Henry smiled. "So it seems that the mysterious blonde new guy and the head cheerleader are now an item. First I would like to congratulate you. It takes a lot to impress Quinn; you have a lot to make up for, given Finn and Puck. You must have been either really suave, or a total dork and she thought it was cute. I'm going with the latter."

Sam stuck his tongue out at Henry. "Whatever, dude. You're just jealous you're not as nerdy as me."

Henry snorted. "As if." Then he smiled. "Secondly, I wanted to remind you that Quinn is my go to girl and I'm her go to guy. So anything that goes on between you and Quinn, I'm pretty sure I'm going to hear about it." Sam blushed again, but Henry decided to keep his comments on Sam's cuteness to himself. "And lastly." Henry stopped walking and grabbed Sam's shoulder to stop him. "Lastly, Quinn is my best girl friend. She means a lot to me. She's like my sister, so don't you dare hurt her. And if you do…." Henry looked at Sam intently. "I will make sure that this school finds out ALL about how you still sleep in your Batman onesie."

Sam gaped. "How'd you know?"

Henry laughed. "You just told me." Sam made a choking sound. "Oh, and not to mention that I'd kick the living shit out of you if you hurt her, so you better watch yourself."

Sam smiled at Henry. It wasn't very often Henry made strong connections with people, usually his loud and often crude personality turned people off, but when he did make that connection with someone, he was extremely loyal and protective. He was like a big adorable German Shepherd.

Did Sam just think Henry was adorable?

And compare him to a dog?

Sam guessed he had. And for some reason…after Henry's comment on how cute Sam was when he blushed…

It seemed okay.

Sam smiled at Henry and made a weird hand sign. "I won't hurt Quinn, I promise."

Henry went to smile at Sam, but when he saw Sam's hand, he snorted. "What the hell? Is that the stupid Star Trek hand sign?"

Sam gasped. "It's not stupid! And Spock's the shit!"

Henry waved Sam away. "Sure, sure, if you're a big nerd like you. So as long as you know where I stand with you about hurting Quinn." Henry then softened. "But honestly Sam, I'm really happy for you and Quinn. I know you'll treat her right; they way she deserves."

Sam had a goofy grin on his face and nodded. "Thanks, dude. It means a lot coming from you."

The boy's both know the implications of Sam's comment, and for once it wasn't awkward. They just smiled and relished in their nostalgic company.

Henry patted Sam on the shoulder. "Well, as long as you two are happy, I'm happy." He checked the clock in the hallway. "I gotta go to class. I'll see you in glee though; we need to work hard to beat the girls if they got Kurt." Henry smiled and began to walk away.

Sam waved him goodbye. "Yeah, see ya!"

As Henry walked off, Sam couldn't help but think that things were finally looking up for him. He's got the girl, he's got the body, and he's finally got his best friend back.

Life's good.

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"Is there anything I can do?" Mr. Schue asked; concerned.

Kurt sighed. Sitting in Mr. Schue's office and talking about how he'd been bullied for years was not what he was hoping to do at the moment. He had dresses to sew, sequins to glue, arrangements to make. "No. This hill is mine to climb alone."

Mr. Schue shook his head. "No it's not. What about Henry?"

Kurt looked angry. "No, after all that's happened to Henry, he doesn't need to know about this either. And you won't tell him." Kurt didn't need Henry to know that Karofsky was after him. For one, Henry was tired after the custody case and dealing with Sam. And two, if Henry ever did find out…Henry'd go on a rampage, and he didn't need a boyfriend that was expelled for kicking the crap out of Karofsky.

"I think he should know." Mr. Schue argued. "If you don't tell him, I will, Kurt. He needs to know that you're safe."

Kurt's anger shot through the roof. How dare Mr. Schue think he can air Kurt's dirty laundry? Kurt needed to make sure Mr. Schue didn't tell anyone, but how?

Glee.

"Don't." Kurt ground out.

"Why not?" Mr. Schue asked.

"If you do….I'll quit glee."

Mr. Schue looked taken aback for a moment and then looked at Kurt with sympathy. "You know… I think it's getting to you. I think you're unhappy. This stuff used to just roll off your back. But now you're hostile, belligerent and pushing people away. You need to let the people who care about you in Kurt. Like me, Henry, and the glee kids."

"You know, Mr. Schue, you like most people at this school are too quick to let homophobia slide. Especially after last year." Mr. Schue visibly flinched. "Not to mention your lessons are boring and repetitive."

"Now you're just attacking. This is exactly what I'm talking about, Kurt. You're just attacking people to keep them at a distance. You need to let people in to help you."

Kurt had enough; he didn't need Mr. Schue of all people to tell him to let people in. Not after last year. He didn't need this. He raised form his seat and headed to the door. But before he left he gave Mr. Schue one last look. "To answer your question, I am unhappy. Even after being with Henry for a year and having the time of my life, I'm still unhappy. And it kills me everyday to feel that way. And the main reason I'm unhappy is because of people like Karofsky who won't let me be a couple with the boy I love just like every other teenager here. I'm not challenged in the least here with ignorant people like him and everyone trying to hold me down. I don't need it, and I don't need your help."

And Kurt left the office with a bang of the door.

Mr. Schue just sighed and rested his head in his hands. Kurt was always one of the tougher kids to try and be a mentor to. Kurt was so independent and stubborn. Kurt rarely ever let anyone in. The only people Schue knew that Kurt let see his true self was Mercedes and Henry. Mr. Schue didn't even think that Kurt's own father knew the real Kurt.

Mr. Schue shook his head. He'd give Kurt some time to tell Henry, to let him deal with it himself. Kurt was strong, after all he'd been through the past year and a half, and Schue knew that Kurt could handle it.

But Kurt needed to let someone in.

And Schue hoped Kurt would pick Henry.

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The girls and Kurt were in the choir room sewing their costumes for the competition. The boys had the auditorium that day and Kurt demanded that their costumes were impeccable. Kurt was sill upset by Mr. Schue's nerve the other day, and Karofsky hadn't let up at all. Kurt was sewing the ribbons on the girls' dresses when Mercedes spoke. "You know, the boys beat us last time, and if we want to win, we're going to need to bring the noise. Hard."

Rachel huffed in agreement. "We really need to up our game if we want to beat the Warblers and the Hipsters. We NEED to go to Nationals."

Kurt hummed in response. "I think with our mash-up, we're going to blow those old geezers and the preppy school boys out of the water. We've got Sectionals for sure."

Santana scoffed. "Please, Hummel, you're only so sure of our win because you're going to try and seduce all the boys at the Gay Hogwarts and scare them away from competing."

Mercedes was going to go to her Boo's defense but Kurt beat her to it. "That's it!" He growled. "I've had enough of the gay jokes, Santana! I have to hear it all the time, like in glee the other day, not to mention all the damn time in the hall by jerks like Karofsky! I don't need your STI infested mouth spouting crap like that at me! So why don't you just shut your whore trap and keep your rude comments to yourself!"

Kurt's glare would have set even water on fire. The girls looked at Kurt in shock, but Kurt was too angry to even see straight. He threw the dress he was working on down. "Screw it, I can't do this right now." And Kurt stormed out of the choir room.

Kurt had no idea where his feet were taking him, but he knew that he just needed to get out of that school. He needed to escape Mr. Schue and him thinking that he knew the first thing about him. He needed to escape Santana and her constant taunting and gay jokes. He needed to escape the looks he and Henry still got after a whole year. He needed to escape the slushy facials and dumpster dives. He needed to escape Karofsky.

Before he knew it he was in his car driving and Kurt had no idea where he was. Then Kurt noticed tear stains on his face. He pulled over and collected himself.

He knew that he should tell Henry, tell someone. But it was just not what he wanted to do. He wanted to escape it all, to not have to worry about it rather than trying to solve it. He just wanted it gone.

Then a thought popped in his head.

Dalton Academy.

Kurt pulled out his iPhone and looked up the address. He then put it into his GPS and took off down the highway.

Maybe it was a 'Gay Hogwarts' like Santana so crudely said. Or maybe it was what Kurt was looking for. Either way, a little spying never hurt either.

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Kurt walked in the front doors of Dalton Academy. Thankfully, Kurt had half a closet in the back of his car. He quickly surveyed the other boys and grabbed his black jacket and sunglasses. He knew better than to go into an all boys school and wear one of his most fashionable outfits. And besides, he needed to look the part to make sure no one thought he was spying.

He walked down the small hall, and stood in front of a pair of large, intimidating wood doors. He took a deep breath and shook his head. He had to do this, he was already here, and dressed to spy. And….he wanted to see if this was the place he'd only ever dreamed of.

He pushed open the doors and he felt his jaw drop. He entered a huge room; a large staircase circled the room. The floors were a white marble and boys in dark blue and red trimmed blazers were passing Kurt quickly. Kurt stiffened at the other boys', most boys much larger than himself, movements. He feared of being pushed, but was surprised when most just said 'excuse me' or walked right around him. Kurt went to go up the staircase, but then thought better of it. He'd seem out of place being the only boy going up the stairs when every other boy was seemingly dead set on going down them.

Kurt figured they were all going to the same place. He wondered where they were going; that was when he spotted a boy. The boy was short, not too short, but short enough to make Kurt the taller one. Kurt smiled a little; never had he seen a boy his age shorter than himself, except for Artie, but that didn't count.

The boy had dark hair and it was gelled back into a solid part. It was proper to say the least, but the boy did fill out his blazer well. Kurt blushed at himself; he wasn't here to oogle boys! He was here to spy and see if this place was a great was it looked. He stopped the boy on the stair before he could get away. "Excuse me, I'm new here. Can you tell me what's going one?"

The smaller boy looked up from the lower stair he was on and smiled brightly. "It's the Warblers!"

Kurt tilted his head. "The Warblers?"

The boy grinned; showing off is perfect white teeth. "Yeah, the school's glee club! They're holding an impromptu performance in the Senior Commons. It tends to shut the school down for a bit."

Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "And they're like…cool?" Things were starting to look up if their glee club was actually cool and wanted.

The boy laughed lightly and Kurt couldn't help but warm up at the pleasant sound. It was so sincere and serene. The boy looked behind him at the crowd of rushing boys and smiled back at Kurt. "Come on, I know a shortcut!"

The shorter boy took Kurt's hand and pulled him down the stairs. Kurt's heart jumped in his throat as the boy held his hand. The only other boy to ever be so touchy with him was Henry. It had been awhile since Kurt and any other physical contact with another boy. The boy held his hand the entire way, and running with him made Kurt's heart swell. Running down the classy halls filled with fantastic art and priceless furniture was exhilarating. Especially with this very cute guy holding his hand the whole way.

They made it to the supposed Senior Commons and Kurt looked around and saw a large room filled to the brim with boys, most of them very cute, Kurt noted. They all looked excited and were moving the furniture out of the way. In front of Kurt was a group of boys all in the standard Dalton blazer; they were grouped together and talking excitedly. The rest of the boys had varying degrees of the school uniform, from sweaters to the full blazer.

"Oh my, I stick out like a sore thumb here." Kurt murmured.

The boy Kurt had met on the staircase turned to Kurt. "Well don't forget your jacket next time, New Kid." He smiled. He then looked back to the group of standing boys; he waved his hand at them and a beat started. "Now, if you'll excuse me." He smirked.

The boy went to stand by the group as was seemingly dwarfed by the other boys. He stood right in the middle and Kurt's eyes widened and he heart began to race when he began to sing.

BOY:

You think I'm pretty without any make-up on

You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong

I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down

Before you met me, I was a wreck

But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life

Now every February you'll be my valentine, valentine

Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance until we die

You and I, we'll be young forever

GLEE CLUB:

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's runaway and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me

Just one touch, now baby I believe

This is real, so take a chance

And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

Kurt could barely breathe. The boy's voice blew Kurt away. It wasn't too soft and light like Sam's, it wasn't whiny and nasally like Finn's, it wasn't booming and belting like Henry's. It was a good combination of power and pitch. And boy could he ham it up. The boy was dancing and smiling and having as much fun as he could. Kurt could only watch in amazement.

BOY:

We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach

Got a motel and built a floor out of sheets

I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece

I'm complete

Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance until we die

You and I, we'll be young forever

Their arrangement of Katy Perry's song was pretty good. They worked together very well and their harmonizing was perfect.

New Directions had some competition.

GLEE CLUB:

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's runaway and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me

Just one touch, now baby I believe

This is real, so take a chance

And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's runaway and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

Kurt could feel all the air leave his lungs when the boys smiled and pointed at him as he sang. It was… unnerving to say the least. Kurt had been used to being serenaded already. Henry loved to sing to Kurt and he always sang to Kurt whenever he could. But the way this boy was looking at him and singing to him. It was different. It felt….

So intimate.

My heart stops when you look at me

Just one touch, now baby I believe

This is real, so take a chance

And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

The song ended and the Senior Commons erupted in cheers. The Dalton boys went to the Warblers to congratulate them, and Kurt just smiled at the boy and clapped rapidly.

He was in awe of the Warblers.

And that boy.

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All the glee guys, minus Kurt, were in the auditorium. Mike was helping the guys with the dance moves to their mash-up, while Henry, already knowing the dance moves Mike was using, was arranging the music of the mash-up.

Not soon after they started, Finn had hit Puck right in the back of the head and a fight almost broke out. Mike and Henry called the guys to take a break and that was how Henry found himself in this distressingly awkward conversation.

"I don't even see why you guys need to 'cool yourselves off', I say just go for it and get some!" Puck bragged.

"Cant' dude. Not with Rachel. And cooling off is the best thing we got. Sam knows, I mean, I don't know how Sam does it, but he takes the ice baths during practice." Finn claimed.

Sam shook his head. "It's not that bad, and I really need them when I'm with a girl like Quinn."

Henry had been trying to avoid the conversation, but his ears perked up at the mention of Quinn. Sam noticed and he quickly backtracked. "Dude! It's not a bad thing!" Sam told Henry. "Quinn's amazing, it's just that I know she's not going to want to do anything, so I need to find a way to cool down!"

Henry figured that Sam was telling the truth. Knowing Quinn, she was in no hurry for anything other than kissing ever since last year. He nodded at Sam and went back to arranging the mash-up.

"It's a good thing we found Sam a way to cool off too!" Finn agreed. "Bieste is like the perfect thing!"

Mike tilted his head. "You're using Bieste as a cooling down method?"

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, have you seen how her shorts bunch up her butt when she's angry?"

Puck laughed. "This is sad, dudes. You all should be getting some rather then trying to avoid it!" Puck them smirked. "What about you Henry?"

Henry looked up from his sheet music, he was just about finally being able to focus and was lost to the conversation "What's up?"

"I asked what do you use as a 'cooling off' method or whatever? I know Hummel's a total prude so you have to have some amazing method to be able to hold off for a whole year."

Henry frowned at Puck. It's not like waiting a whole year to have sex was bad. And Puck calling his boy a prude was kind of pissing him off too; what the hell did Puck know?

Actually, none of the guys knew of what he and Kurt had just done the last week.

Then Finn shifted. "Uh…" The tall boy mumbled.

Henry eyed Finn carefully. Finn's face was reddening and he looked like he was having gas pains. Henry's eyes widened.

Finn knew.

Son of a bitch! Kurt told him!

Henry's wide, unblinking eyes didn't leave Finn. Finn squirmed under his gaze. "Finn….don't you dare." Henry said evenly.

All the guys looked at Finn and in turn, Finn was curling in on himself from the pressure.

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

Artie shifted his glasses up a little. "Finn and Kurt's parents are dating and have been living together since the spring of this last year. Kurt and Finn are pretty much step brothers. And based off of Finn's awkward gas pain expression, I'd say that he knows something."

Henry glared at his nerdy friend. "Artie!" He hissed. Artie shrugged helplessly, but looked sympathetic.

Puck was grinning at Finn like a shark. "Well come on, Finnocence! Spit it out!"

Mike nodded along with Puck. Finn's eyes shifted from Puck to Henry. Puck looked like he was bursting from the excitement of finding something out about Kurt and Henry, and Henry looked like he had no problem with committing murder.

Finn looked as if he was about to pass out. He looked down at the ground. "KurtandHenryhadsex!" He blurted out.

The rest of the guys stared at Finn in utter confusion. Henry slammed his head against the table. "What did he just say?" Mike asked.

"Kurt and Henry had sex." Finn said quietly, a rush of red rising to his face.

"FINN!" Henry cried in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry!" Finn whined. "They were all staring at me and I didn't know what to do!"

Henry sighed, it couldn't be helped that Finn was Finn and cracked easily under pressure. And if Kurt told him, there had to be some reason, and Kurt must have figured that it would get out. So Henry just shook his head.

Puck's mouth was agape. "No way." He breathed. He then looked at Henry. "You finally did the nasty with Hummel?"

Henry rolled his eyes. "Yes, Puck. Kurt felt he was ready, and so we decided to take our relationship to the next level. So, no I don't need to think of Coach Bieste or anything else to 'cool down'. I never did either, I was perfectly fine with where Kurt and I were, and I'm perfectly fine now as well."

Finn sighed. "Sorry, Henry."

Henry patted Finn on the back. "It's fine. You actually lasted longer than I thought."

"That's what Kurt said." Puck snorted.

Henry glared. "No. We are NOT starting that!'

Puck put his hands up in surrender. "Chill dude, I won't if you don't want me to. But still, props for finally getting some. Lord knows how long you were waiting."

Henry blushed only slightly. "Thanks, Puck."

Mike grinned. "Well, well, well. I looks like my little brother is finally growing up! I'm proud of you Henny!"

Mike gave Henry a noggie, but Henry swatted him away. "I don't think Kurt would appreciate you all talking about us having sex. But I guess he knew this would happen. He did tell Mercedes, and she's like the biggest gossip in the school."

Artie smiled. "Aw, we're just messing around, Henry. We know how you and Kurt are, and we're glad that you guys are back to your normal selves and gettin' it on!"

Henry snorted. "Well thanks guys. I think that with all of your blessings, Kurt and I will start having sex all the time."

The guys laughed at Henry's joke, except for Sam. Sam wasn't angry, or grossed out. He was…. well…

He was a little sad.

He was sad that Henry and Kurt had had sex. That Henry had waited so long and finally did have sex with Kurt.

That it wasn't him that Henry had sex with.

Sam's train of thought crashed.

What did he just think?

He….he wanted to have sex with Henry…..

Oh god..

Sam killed the thoughts and just smiled as the guys began to talk more of their sexual exploits.

Sam just wished he had some sexual exploits to talk about too.

Too bad they all involved Henry.

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After the impromptu performance, Kurt realized that he'd been out of school too long. Either one of his teachers was going to find out, or one of the glee kids would notice he was gone when he didn't make it back to glee after school.

He made his way back to the door of the Senior Commons, despite the Dalton boy's ability to take Kurt's breath away, he really needed to get back to his own school. He got to the door when he heard it.

"New Kid!" The boy called out. "Hey, New Kid!"

Kurt froze and turned around to see the smaller boy pushing past other boys to get to him. Kurt's heart dropped when he saw two taller boys, one Asian and the other a lanky darker skinned boy. Kurt knew what this was. It was three against one. He was going to get beat up, and he knew no one here.

He was going to get beat up at a school where he knew no one and where there was no one to save him.

Kurt's inner instincts kicked in.

He turned around and bolted.

He ran right out of the doors to the Senior Commons and ran as fast as he could back to the front door. He ran right past tons of Dalton boys. Kurt ignored all the odd stares he got as he trampled down the large halls. He didn't care; no one here knew him and they never would. He just needed to get out of there. What was he thinking going to spy on an all boys school? Of course there were going to be guys who wanted to beat him up! He was spying for crying out loud! And they could probably just tell he was gay based on his large rimmed sunglasses and skinny jeans!

Kurt mentally berated himself for coming by himself as he neared the front doors. He was too busy reprimanding himself that he didn't see the boy in front of him.

Kurt collided with a large solid body and fell to the ground with a hard smack. After wincing from the pain, he opened his eyes to see another boy on the floor as well. The boy was tall, almost as tall as Henry, and had deep black, medium length hair. His facial features were sharp and his eyes were steady and intense. The boy had a body of a football player; he was built and his shoulders were broad.

Kurt's heart fell again as he realized that he had just knocked over a probable football player.

There was no way he was going to get out of this school without a bruise now.

The black haired boy scratched the back of his head. "Ow, that really hurt." He mumbled. He looked at Kurt. "Sorry, guess neither of us were looking. You alright?"

Kurt was surprised at the intimidating boy's light tone and how he apologized. Kurt was shocked he was still unharmed. Back at McKinley, if he ran into a football player, he'd of been in the dumpster by now.

Kurt tried to speak. "I…I'm sorry. I'm new here."

The boy looked interested. "Oh! Well, then it's all my fault!" He laughed. "I knew where I was going but wasn't paying attention, but you had not clue at all since you're new!" He stood up and brushed himself off before offering his hand to help Kurt up. "Welcome to Dalton! My name's Flint."

Kurt blinked at the large hand offered to him. This was a whole new experience for Kurt; having a guy like this being so nice to him. It was odd but…

It was really nice too.

Kurt gave the taller boy a closed lipped smile and took his hand. Flint lifted Kurt up easily and helped Kurt brush himself off. Kurt froze slightly at the touch. Again, the only guy that touched him at all was Henry really. It was all so new.

"There!" Flint smiled. "All better. Again, I'm so sorry for just bumping into you. Why don't I-"

Flint was cut off by a voice behind Kurt. "Hey!" Kurt turned around and his face paled as he set his eyes back on the shorter boy from before and his two friends. The three came running up to Kurt and Flint and smiled. "New Kid, where you going?" The shorter boy asked.

"Yeah, you just sort of bolted out of the Senior Commons after the performance." The Asian boy said.

"You didn't even comment on how amazing we were." The dark skinned boy pouted.

Kurt quirked his eyebrows at the two taller friends with the shorter boy. "Sorry….I just…"

The shorter boy saw the hesitation in Kurt. He smiled brightly at him. "Why don't we go get coffee?" He looked towards Flint. "Thanks for holding him up, Flint. He ran so fast we thought we'd never catch him."

Flint looked at the boy with wide eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "Y-yeah, no problem, Blaine." The taller breathed.

Kurt honed in on Flint's tone, but decided to ignore it; he had bigger problems. This boy, Blaine apparently, had wanted to catch him and now he wanted to get 'coffee'. Kurt was stuck; between the large and intimidating Flint, and Blaine's two friends and Blaine himself, he had nowhere to run. He sighed in defeat. "Sure…I guess."

Blaine nodded happily. "Come on, then!" He looked at Flint one last time. "Thanks again Flint. Wes, David and I will take it from here."

Flint nodded absently, his eyes still locked onto Blaine. "Sure, sure. I'll see you guys at Warbler practice after classes."

The Asian boy, either Wes or David, linked his arm with Kurt. "Let's get some coffee, New Kid! Trust me, Dalton's coffee is to die for!"

The other boy wrapped his arm around the Asian boy as they four of them began to walk down the hall, leaving Flint behind. "Now, now Wes. We don't want to scare off the fresh meat so soon."

Kurt stiffened under the now known Wes' hold. Even though he now knew every one of the Dalton boys' names, he still felt that he was walking into some sort of trap. He had been called 'fresh meat' in the past and it never lead to good things. Still he had no choice, with Wes and David on his sides and Blaine behind him, he was stuck.

"So what's your name, New Kid?" Wes smirked.

Kurt stared wide-eyed at the boy. "Kurt…Kurt Hummel."

"Well, Kurt." David said from his other side. "What's your favorite type of coffee drink?"

After they all sat down in Dalton's large coffee lounge, the boy named Blaine slid a coffee cup towards Kurt. "Here, a latte." Blaine offered.

Kurt nodded and took the cup. "It's so nice of you three to give me coffee before you beat me up." Kurt quipped.

"We are not going to beat you up!" Wes exclaimed affronted. "We here at Dalton Academy do not simply beat people up...we torture them to insanity with our antics!"

David rolled his eyes. "Wes, we don't want to scare him off." David then smiled at Kurt. "We wouldn't beat you up. Despite you spying, you were so terrible at it we thought it…. endearing."

"Which is why I think that you really didn't come here to spy." Blaine smirked. "At least not the only reason."

Kurt looked at the three boys, they seemed to friendly and the Asian boy, Wes, was so open and quirky. "I have to ask…" Kurt said quietly. "Are you all gay?"

The three boys laughed. "Well, I am." Blaine laughed. "But Wes and David here have girlfriends."

"This isn't a gay school, Kurt. There's a zero no tolerance policy." David said calmly.

"Yup!" Wes chirped. "Everyone is treated the same here. No matter what color, what beliefs, or who they like to do the nasty with. It's pretty simple."

Despite Wes' crude way of saying it, the thought of a no tolerance bullying policy blew him away. It was so different here than it was at McKinley. Here he could be whomever he wanted, be as open as he wanted, and he'd never be judged or abused because of it.

Kurt looked away from the three happy boys and felt a tear slide down his face.

Blaine looked at Kurt intensely. "Wes, David, can you give Kurt and me a minute?"

"What?" Wes asked sadly.

David rose from the table and went to grab Wes by the arm. He too noticed the way Kurt looked, and the tear. "Come along, Wesley, let's leave Kurt and Blaine alone."

"But, but, but." Wes pouted as David walked them away.

David patted his arm gently. "Don't worry, we can mess with someone else. How about we go find Eli, you know he's always fun to creep on."

Wes brightened up quickly. "Oh, yes let's!" Wes grinned. "Eli is always a good target!"

David rolled his eyes at Wes' quick emotional change. "It's like having a child." He muttered. David looked over his shoulder and waved to Kurt. "Take it easy, Kurt."

Wes spun around and waved frantically. "Bye, bye Kurtie!"

David and Wes walked off and Blaine stared at Kurt until they were out of earshot. "Don't mind them, they're a little….odd." He smiled softly. "I take it you're having trouble at you school?"

Kurt sighed. "There's this Neanderthal whose mission seems to be to make my life a living hell. And I…I just can't take much more of it. It's every day, everywhere I go. I just feel trapped."

Blaine nodded. "I understand the feeling." Kurt refrained from rolling his eyes, but Blaine continued. "I was bullied at my old school. Sure, the faculty was sympathetic, but you could tell that they felt that 'Hey you're gay, you're just going to have to live with the fact that your life is going to be miserable'." Blaine shrugged. "The kids that bullied me…they were ruthless and it…it pissed my off so much." Blaine looked around the room they were in. "So I came here. I came to Dalton. I'd tell you to do the same thing, I'm sure Wes and David would love to have you here, and so would I, but the tuition is steep and I know it's not for everyone. But you can do something else. You can refuse to be the victim."

Kurt stared at Blaine intently. "How."

"Confront him." Blaine expressed. "Call him out. Prejudice is ignorance, Kurt. You can make a difference. You can enlighten him; you can stand up and show him, show everyone at your school that ignorance and bullying is wrong." He looked down at the table, frowning. "I ran Kurt….I ran, and it is something that I have to live with, but I regret it all the time." He then smiled at Kurt. "But when I see you, I know you can do it. You can do something I couldn't. You can stand up for yourself and stop the bullying."

Kurt was tearing up, but he smiled a bright smile and wiped at his eyes. "Thank you, Blaine. Really, I… I think I will."

Blaine grinned. "Awesome." He stood and held his hand out for Kurt. "Come on, I bet your school won't neglect your absence for long. I'll walk you to your car."

As the two walked down the hall, still hand in hand, students walked between their classes. None of them even batted and eye at the two and their connected hands. Kurt didn't know what to think. This place, Dalton, it was…amazing. It was everything that he wanted to badly for him and Hen-

Oh my god, Henry.

Kurt's mind went on overdrive for a moment as the whole day processed and Kurt realized that here he was holding hands with some cute boy, from a school two hours away, when he had a boyfriend. A cute, dorky, handsome, and totally loyal boyfriend!

What was he doing!

Kurt was about to slip his hand out of Blaine's grasp but then the shorter boy spoke. "That your car?" He asked, indeed pointing to his car.

Kurt nodded. "Yes."

Blaine turned Kurt to face him and let go of his hand. He pulled out a scrap piece of paper, wrote something down, and handed it to Kurt. "Here, this is my cell phone number. I… I know what it feels like to have no one to turn to. I know how it feels to be all alone when the world is seemingly falling all around you. But you're not alone. I wish I had someone there for me when I went through it, but that's in the past. The least I can do is be there for you. You can call me whenever you feel alone. I'll help you. I'll be your support. Anytime; day or night."

Kurt took the piece of paper and stuck it in his coat pocket. "Thank you, Blaine. Really, for everything."

Blaine smiled and was silent or a moment. Then he shrugged. "Aw come here!" He then wrapped his arms around Kurt and hugged him.

Kurt stilled for a moment. Blaine was so comfortable with touches, and was so open. It was such a foreign feeling for Kurt.

But it felt so warm and pleasant. Kurt just hugged back.

"Anytime Kurt, really. Day or night, rain or shine. I'll be there for you." Blaine said right before the released.

Kurt nodded and got into his car. "Goodbye, Blaine."

Blaine smirked and mock saluted. "See ya later, New Kid."

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Kurt made it back to McKinley just in time for glee. He knew that he was going to have to answer to the girls once he got there. After reaming out Santana, no matter how satisfying it was he knew he'd have to apologize and probably tell them where he went. But he didn't want to tell them he went to Dalton.

He wanted too keep is experience at Dalton all to himself.

All that Blaine said. Meeting Wes, David and Flint. It was something that he knew he'd treasure. And he wanted to be his own personal sanctuary, to be able to keep it in his heart for as long as he could.

He decided that he'd keep it all to himself. All about Dalton, and all about Karofsky all to himself. He'd take what Blaine said and utilize it. He'd make a difference.

Kurt made it to the choir room just in time. Everyone else was there and Henry had luckily saved him a seat. Kurt did feel guilty for holding hands with Blaine and hugging Blaine, but he knew that it hadn't meant anything. Blaine was just being a friend. His support.

But a little voice in Kurt's head kept saying 'What about Henry? Is he not your support?'

Of course Henry was his support. Kurt knew that Henry was there for him, that he'd protect him no matter what. He knew that and he loved Henry that much more for it. It was just that Blaine had a whole different perspective about it all. Henry wanted to punch every bully's head in, Blaine knew better than to use violence. Blaine was all about talking to people, teaching them better; getting rid of the problem rather than try and fight it.

And that made all the difference.

"How was your day?" Henry asked. "I didn't see you at lunch."

Kurt realized that he had zoned out. He looked over at Henry and smiled. "Sorry, I had…I had a French assignment that I had forgotten to do and spent lunch in the library."

Henry grinned and kissed Kurt on the cheek. "Aw, I love my little book worm."

Kurt smiled. Henry was always too cheerful, it was infectious. "I love you too, dork."

Mr. Schue came in frowning. "I hope you all are pleased with yourselves."

"What's going on?" Mercedes asked.

"Yeah, did Puck go and try and steal another ATM again?" Santana smirked.

"No." Mr. Schue said lowly. "Coach Bieste quit."

"What?" Artie said. "We wouldn't be pleased by that."

"Yeah, that wasn't our intention." Sam added.

"The last thing we wanted to do was make Bieste quit." Finn argued.

"What exactly did you we do?" Rachel asked Mr. Schue angrily.

Finn shifted his eyes. "It's not you, it's just the glee guys."

"…And Tina." Mike muttered.

A few of the girls and Henry and Kurt looked at Tina who looked away blushing. Finn continued. "A few of us were picturing Coach Bieste in…compromising positions to…cool off."

"Oh wow." Quinn sighed as she looked at a guilty looking Sam.

"See!" Santana cried out. "If everyone put out, things would be fine! If everyone put out, then we'd have a winning football team."

The club started mumbling to each other, but Mr. Schue stopped them. "Guys, I want you boys that started this to apologize to her. You used her and exploited her differences to your own advantage and hurt her in the process. That kind of thing is exactly what we're trying to teach not to do here in glee."

Finn nodded. "Yeah, we'll…we'll dedicate our mash-up to her. We'll perform it for her tomorrow."

Mr. Schue nodded. "Excellent idea. I'll find her and let her know."

Just then, Principal Figgins came in and took both Puck and Mr. Schue with him. With them gone, the glee club started milling with themselves. Mike and Henry went right to going over the dance moves for the mash-up. Without Henry as a buffer, Kurt was fair game to the girls, who quickly swarmed him when he was alone.

"Alright, white boy, you better explain what happened this morning at practice." Mercedes ground out.

"Yes, while your storm out was impeccable, it was highly inconvenient for optimal rehearsal." Rachel scolded.

Kurt sat primly and glared at Santana. "I was tired of being bullied for my sexuality and Santana's big mouth was the last straw."

Santana was about to open her mouth, but Mercedes stopped her. "Alright, fine. What Santana did was a little rude." She glared at the Latino girl. "But still, you never storm out. Where'd you go?"

Kurt looked ahead of the room. "I went home."

Mercedes quirked her brow. "Home?"

"Yes, home." Kurt rolled his eyes. "I left my iPod at home and needed my music to calm down. So I went home for the rest of the day. Simple as that."

Mercedes eyed him for a moment; unsure whether Kurt was lying or not. But in the end she believed him. "Fine, but we're having practice after glee today, so you gotta be there."

Kurt nodded. "Of course."

Kurt inwardly sighed in relief. Mercedes had a knack for sensing drama and bullshit, but luckily he was able to fool her. Perhaps it was because of their drifting apart ever since the whole 'Jesus Week' debacle. Either way, he was glad that he was able to keep Blaine, the other guys and Dalton all to himself.

His own personal haven.

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Kurt got home that night exhausted after the grueling mash-up practice. The mash-up itself was great, two of Kurt's favorite songs, but the dance moves the girls wanted to put in were a little tough and of course Rachel wanted to run it 30 times before they could leave.

Kurt walked into the house and relished in the smell of food being cooked by Carole.

He went down to his bedroom and unloaded his schoolbooks. Even though he had stormed out of practice that morning and still had to deal with Karofsky, he felt so much lighter ever since going to Dalton. Meeting Blaine was perfect timing and meeting Wes, David and Flint wasn't bad either. Though Wes was a little odd.

Kurt was sitting on his bed and reminiscing about Dalton when his phone vibrated.

FROM: Blaine Anderson

So glad to meet you today, Kurt, even though you were spying on the competition. :) Remember: have courage! Confidence goes a long ways. Don't be the victim.

Kurt smiled at the text. Even through an electronic message, Blaine could still be so inspirational. Kurt replied back quickly.

FROM: Kurt Hummel

I am glad to have met you too! Even Wes, David, and Flint. Though Wes is a little odd. :D And I will, thank you.

"Boys! Dinner!" Carole called out form upstairs.

Kurt immediately heard the tromping feet of Finn from overhead and shook his head good-naturedly. Even though things were bad, there were always things to make it better. He had a great family, and amazing new friends.

He could pull through. He could have courage.

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The next day in glee, all the girls and Kurt were sitting on stools along with Coach Bieste and Mr. Schue. They were all sitting in front of the open space of the choir room. The stage was empty except for the band on the far left. Coach Bieste looked kind of pissed while the girls and Kurt waited in anticipation.

Soon enough the band started playing and a cast of fog moved out from door to the office. One after another, all the guys came strutting out into the choir room; each of them clad in leather pants and jackets. Henry and Sam both wore black string headbands while Puck had metal chains hanging from his coat. The girls and Kurt cheered for their respective boyfriends and Bieste couldn't help but smirk.

BOYS:

Start me up!

Start me up!

Henry smirked at Kurt while Finn took center stage and looked coolly at the rest of the club.

FINN:

Oooh Tommy used to work on the docks Union's been on strike He's down on his luck It's tough Oh so tough.

PUCK:

Oh we gotta

BOYS:

Hold on

ARTIE and MIKE:

Ready or not

FINN:

You live for the fight when that's all that you got

BOYS:

Start me up!

We're halfway there Oooh!

SAM:

Livin' on a prayer

BOYS:

Start me up!

We'll make it – I swear Oooh!

SAM:

Livin' on a prayer

All the boys were dancing along to the beat, and then Henry took his microphone and stand and ran to the front and jumped off the top risers down to the floor. Mid air he started to sing.

HENRY:

If you start me up!

BOYS:

Uh!

Henry landed right on the 'Uh!' and the rest of the guys did pelvic thrusts towards the girls who giggled in response.

HENRY:

Kick on the starter give it all you got You gotta, You gotta, You gotta.

During the 'you gotta's, Henry grinding up and down the microphone pole all three times, smirking at the audience.

HENRY:

I can't compete!

BOYS:

Oooooo!

As the boys 'oooo'ed, Henry put one foot on the base of the microphone stand and let himself wrapped his other leg around the pole, spinning down to the bottom seductively.

HENRY:

With the riders in the other heat Yeah, yeah!

Henry stood back up and Sam then jumped down to join him, both of them smirking at each other. They shared the microphone, singing loudly, their faces just inches from each other.

HENRY and SAM:

I'll make a grown man cry; I'll make a grown man give it a shot

Mercedes watched as the two boys sang. When they sang 'give it a shot' the 4 beats for each word were accentuated by them. Both boys first spun around, giving each other a high five on beat one, the next beat they jumped sideways away from each other, and then spun in circles back to each other on the third beat, and on the final beat, with their backs facing the girls, hip checked each other, their butts smacking against the other. The girls cheered and wolf whistled while Sam and Henry looked over their shoulders at them and smirked.

Mercedes was stunned at Sam and Henry's actions. It was a little much for their prior interactions. At first they avoided each other at all costs, and then there was the huge blowout during Rocky Horror, and now they're like best friends, bumping butts and everything! Mercedes was not only confused, but she was angry with Henry for changing his attitude about Sam so quickly. She turned to Kurt next to her and was about to point out Sam and Henry's obviously inappropriate interaction, but then she saw that Kurt wasn't even paying attention.

Kurt was smiling softly at his phone, as if there wasn't a performance with fog machines and high-powered fans going on right in front of them. As Henry and Sam sang, Kurt was busy on his phone. Mercedes tried to get a glimpse of what Kurt was looking at, but all she could see was that it was a text, and all it said was 'Courage'.

Now Mercedes was completely lost. Who was texting Kurt 'courage'? And why were Sam and Henry so….close? Mercedes didn't have a clue, but after her promise to herself to keep an eye on Henry and Sam, she knew that something was definitely there they weren't telling.

But now matter. She'd find out. One way or another. She was called 'the school's biggest gossip' for a reason. And this time, it had to do with her baby boo.

It was on.

BOYS:

Start me up!

We're halfway there Oooh!

SAM:

Livin' on a prayer

BOYS:

Start me up!

We'll make it – I swear Oooh!

SAM:

Livin' on a prayer

FINN:

Livin' on a prayer

PUCK:

Oh we gotta

BOYS:

Hold on Ready or not You live for the fight when that's all that you got!

Start me up!

We're halfway there Oooh!

SAM:

Livin' on a prayer

BOYS:

Start me up Take my hand and we'll make it I swear Oooh Livin' on a prayer!

Henry and Sam both jumped back to the front and belted into the microphone that was being held up for them by Mike. Both of the boys' shaggy hair was blowing all over the place by the fans.

HENRY AND SAM:

Ohhhhh!

ARTIE:

We're halfway there!

BOYS:

Start me up!

Ohhhh! Livn' On a prayer!

PUCK:

Take my hand and we'll make it I swear.

BOYS:

Ohhhh! Livn' on a prayer!

Ohhhh!

HENRY:

If you start me up I'll never stop!

BOYS:

Livin' on a prayer!

FINN:

Take my hand and we'll make it I swear!

SAM:

I'll never stop

BOYS:

Living on a prayer!

HENRY:

You got to

BOYS:

Start me up!

The boys all ended together in a line in front of the girls, Kurt, Bieste, and Mr. Schue. They were breathing heavily but smiling all the same.

The girls applauded them and went to the boys. Tina ran up to Mike and kissed him quickly. Santana sauntered up to Puck who smirked at her devilishly. The two started making out instantly. Brittany went to Artie and she hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. Henry smirked at the two; he had heard about how Puck was helping him get together with Brittany and he was happy to say that he was all for it. He knew Artie would be able to get a girl if he joined the football team and became a little more popular. And with Puck helping him, he got Santana alone while Artie kept Brittany. Rachel ran up to Finn who scooped her in his arms. Quinn walked up to Sam and pecked him on the lips gently. Sam brightened up and grinned in response. Henry smiled at his friends, glad they were together, even despite of his and Sam's secret. Henry then turned to find Kurt, only to see him texting on his phone. Henry frowned. It was odd since Henry knew that besides his dad, who was at the shop, anyone that Kurt could really text was here in glee. Henry then saw Mercedes and he gulped. She was glaring at Henry but was not moving. He didn't know what he did, but she was pissed for some reason.

Henry waited for a moment to see if Kurt would even look up. But he never did.

Henry deflated a little bit and waited as each of the guys broke apart form their girl and began to apologize to Coach Bieste for what they'd done. When the guys had a group hug with Bieste, Henry looked to Kurt and saw that he was still on his phone. Henry didn't know what was going on but he wasn't going over there by Kurt with his guard dog looming over him like that. Mercedes had already slapped him before so he wasn't taking any chances.

Henry hung out with Quinn and Sam, talking about the boys' performance, until glee ended.

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Kurt was walking between classes the next day when his phone vibrated. He pulled out his phone and saw a text from Blaine.

Ever since he had met him, Blaine had been a great support and an even greater friend. He and Blaine would text all day about the most random things. From Vogue to Wes and David's obviously overwhelming bromance. Kurt and Blaine also became Facebook friends and Kurt couldn't help but creep on his pictures. He wanted to see more of Blaine at Dalton and with the Warblers, but also out of school and just some candid pictures.

Kurt was overjoyed to have Blaine as a friend, someone as open and proud as he was to relate to. It was nice. And Blaine was so mature and well rounded; he knew so many things and he always had a well thought out answer to everything.

Kurt was reading the text when he phone was knocked out of his hand. Not soon after he felt a meaty hand slam him against the lockers. Kurt fell to the ground and started wide-eyed at Karofsky as he smirked and walked away.

Kurt sat there for a moment; looking at his feet as the other students looked on but didn't bother to help. Kurt's heart was in his throat as all of Blaine's advice came rushing back in his head. Call him out. Prejudice is ignorance. Don't let your self be the victim. I ran…and I regret it all the time. Confront him. Courage.

Courage.

Kurt's eyes steeled and he glared at the direction Karofsky had left. He rose off the floor and ran after him.

"Hey!" He yelled after Karofsky. He ran down the hall, eliciting looks from the other students as he shouted. He didn't care though; he was powered by Blaine's wisdom and his own adrenaline as he charged into the locker room to find his tormentor.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Kurt yelled as he came up to Karofsky at his locker.

"Girls locker room is across the hall, homo." Karofsky muttered as he put some of his things into his backpack.

"What's your problem?" Kurt hissed.

"What?" Karofsky sneered.

"You hear me! What are you so scared of?"

Karofsky glared at Kurt and looked him up and down. "Besides you coming in here and staring at my junk?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh yes! Because it's every straight man's fear of a gay guy perving on them and trying to convert them! And besides, you're not my type." Kurt sneered.

Karofsky stopped what he was doing and looked at Kurt. "Is that right?"

Kurt smirked. "I don't crush on sweaty chubby guys who will be bald by the time they're thirty."

"Don't push me, fag!" Karofsky growled as he neared Kurt with his fist up.

Kurt eyed 'The Fury'. "What? Are you going to hit me? Hit me then!" He shouted. "You can't beat the gay out of me no more than I can beat the ignoramus, Lima Loser out of you!"

Karofsky slammed his locker shut. "GET OUT OF HERE!" He roared.

Something in Kurt snapped and he pointed his index finger right in the bully's face. "You're just a scared little boy that can't face that fact of how extraordinarily ordinary you are!" Kurt felt the rush of anger in him as he saw Karofsky shut down, but then it all went wrong. Karofsky lurched forward and took Kurt's face in his large sweaty hands.

And then he kissed him.

Kurt's mind crashed. His tormentor, his living hell for the past few years, was kissing him. Kurt could feel the salty sweat on Karofsky lips; he felt the callouses on his fatty hands. And he felt his hot breath on himself; a stench of Doritos and flat soda. Kurt's stomach churned and flipped, until Kurt's mind turned back on.

He pushed the larger boy away and stared at Karofsky in horror. Karofsky tried to lunge for another kiss, but Kurt pushed him again and flew himself back against the lockers for protection. Kurt covered his mouth with his arm as Karofsky whimpered, punched the row of lockers and ran out of the locker room.

As soon as he heard the door slam, he fell to the floor, far too shaken to care about the state of his clothes.

Karofsky had kissed him.

Kissed him.

Him.

Kurt felt a tear drip down his face.

This…..this was not what was supposed to happen.

Kurt was supposed to call Karofsky out and finally get him to stop bullying him. He'd get him to talk to Ms. Pillsbury and figure out why he was targeting Kurt. Kurt was supposed to feel strong and proud as he yelled at Karofsky.

Karofsky wasn't supposed to kiss him, to sexually assault him.

Kurt didn't know what to do.

It felt like hours past, but what was most likely minutes, before Kurt picked himself up and walked absently out of the locker room.

He needed to tell someone. He needed someone to be there for him. Someone to comfort him and just give Kurt some amount of normalcy.

He needed Henry

That was what he needed. He needed Henry. Kurt was nowhere near as big as Karofsky, and trying to confront him again would have been a death sentence. But Henry was pretty strong, he'd beaten up Puck once, and there was also that one time he took out both Karofsky and Azimio, granted he was going through a lot back then, and it probably fueled his rage. But nonetheless, Henry was bigger and stronger than Kurt, and had always been very protective of him.

Should he tell Henry? Should he tell him that Karofsky kissed him?

Surely Henry would pop his top and go after Karofsky. Henry would protect him and make sure Karofsky never got to him again.

But at what price?

If he told Henry, he'd probably explode and do something rash, and if he fought Karofsky in school and got caught, he'd be suspended for how knows how long. Or expelled.

No.

He wouldn't tell Henry.

Henry would only make things worse with his short temper. And beating Karofsky up would only get him angrier and come after Kurt when Henry wasn't around.

No, he'd tell Blaine

Blaine was mature; he'd know the adult thing to do. He'd help Kurt; give him advice on how to deal with Karofsky. Blaine wouldn't go and try to fight him; he'd find a peaceful and a way to fix this without getting in trouble or beat up.

Yes, Kurt would confide in Blaine.

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As soon as Kurt got home that day, he rushed to his bedroom. He couldn't look at his family yet, he was sure the shock was still on his face. And if his father ever found out…

Kurt threw his messenger bag onto the desk and curled up in bed covers. He felt safer in his bed, with his mother's old blanket surrounding him. He pulled out his phone and looked up the contact he wanted.

As the dial tone rang, Kurt hoped that he'd hear the voice that gave him so much courage before. He knew he looked pathetic, but this was something that he had no idea could happen. Karofsky kissing him was never ever part of the equation.

And the fact that this wasn't just simple bullying scared him even more.

Not knowing what could happen. Karofsky now being an unpredictable force and being around Kurt so often at school.

It terrified him.

"Hello there, my horrible spy!" A smooth voice sounded over the phone.

Kurt felt his whole body relax at the sound.

"Blaine." Kurt whispered.

"K-Kurt?" Blaine asked after he heard Kurt's shaken tone. "Kurt, are you alright?"

Kurt shook his head, even knowing that Blaine couldn't see him. "No…no I'm not." Kurt breathed. "It's Karofsky. I…I did what you said. I confronted him."

"What happened! Are you hurt?" Blaine blurted out worriedly.

"No." Kurt said evenly. "I'm not hurt…he…he kissed me."

Kurt could hear Blaine's breath hitch over the phone. There was a moment of silence before Blaine spoke again.

"He kissed you?" Blaine said in a mix of disbelief and anger. Kurt hummed in response. "Kurt…that's unexpected."

Kurt could have rolled his eyes at Blaine's simple response, but he didn't have the energy, not now.

"I think you should still talk to him." Blaine said after a moment.

Kurt froze. How was that a good idea? Why would Kurt ever want to see Karofsky again, no less speak to him! Kurt couldn't even think of trying to talk to him. All he could see were fists and unwanted kisses. Kurt shuddered. "No. I can't, not after today. I…I'm too scared."

"Yeah…I can understand that. Then….let me talk to him."

"No!" Kurt said instantly. No way was Blaine going to go anywhere near Karofsky. It'd only fuel the fire. "If you talked to him, then you'd get involved too. I don't want him coming after you as well."

"Kurt." Blaine said in a very parent like voice. "Just let me come to your school, let me talk to him. We might not be able to solve it all, but we can at least let him know that he's not alone. That he can get some help."

Kurt wanted to scream hat Karofsky wasn't the victim. Kurt was. But then Kurt figured that at least he has Blaine. Karofsky didn't have anyone. But still, Karofsky wasn't blame free in all this. Kurt had been attacked by Karofsky for being gay for years, and then he kisses Kurt and now he's the victim? No. That's not going to fly.

Kurt's voice came out hard and a little cold that Blaine wasn't used to hearing since he met Kurt. "Go ahead if you want. He's not the victim if he's been after me for years, but if you feel so inclined to 'be there for him' then you can see for yourself what he's really like. And then we'll see if being there for him is really the way to go."

Blaine was a little off put by Kurt's tone, but he understood that Kurt had gone through a bit of a shock earlier that day. So Blaine just agreed. "Alright. Then I'll meet you at your school during your lunch break tomorrow, okay?"

Kurt figured that Blaine could learn for himself what Karofsky was really like. "Sure. See you then."

"Bye, Kurt." Blaine said.

"Bye, Blaine."

Kurt hung up the phone and stared at his bedroom ceiling. Blaine was going to try and talk to Karofsky tomorrow. He guessed that it could have been worse; he might not have had Blaine at all. So Kurt just laid in bed for a few more minutes; just thinking everything over. And no matter how many times he thought about it, he came to the same conclusion.

Karofsky, no matter how lost, confused, or scared he was, was not a victim in this. He chose to attack Kurt; he chose to kiss him. And how he chose to have to deal with the consequences.

At least he had Blaine to help him.

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Henry was walking down the hall the next day in a bit of a funk. He was excited to see the girls and Kurt perform today, but there was still that nagging feeling that something was up with Kurt. Ever since the guys' mash-up, Kurt had been acting strange. First it was Kurt texting someone that no one knew during the mash-up, and now Kurt won't even look at him. All day, Henry had been trying to talk to Kurt, but every time that Henry spotted Kurt, he would disappear or avoid his gaze.

Henry was on his way to Chemistry when he spotted at his locker. Kurt was moving very quickly and kept looking down both sides of the hall every few seconds. Henry was going to go and talk to Kurt, figure this all out, when a student closing a locker slammed it shut loudly. Kurt flinched and jumped slightly. Henry froze when he saw it. Kurt had never done that before. Kurt had never been so jumpy and nervous like this.

Henry knew something was seriously wrong now. He made to move towards Kurt, but just as soon as Kurt had recovered from the locker slam, he ran off down the hall to his class.

Henry stood there in the middle of the hall in confused silence. He didn't know what happened to make Kurt like this, nor did he know why he was being ignored as well.

But either way, he had to talk to Kurt; he loved him after all.

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Kurt was pacing around the front entrance to McKinley. Blaine was due to be there any minute, and Kurt was nervous beyond belief. He had no clue what Blaine was going to say, or what he was going to do if Karofsky got violent. But Kurt knew that Karofsky wasn't just going sit there and listen to Blaine talk.

Something was going to have to give.

But before Kurt's pessimistic thought got any further, Blaine came walking up form the parking lot with a stern look on his face. "Hey, Kurt." Blaine smiled softly as he embraced Kurt.

Kurt felt himself relax in the smaller boy's arms. It was nice to have a simple hug. But Kurt knew that there were things they needed to take care of. "Hey, Blaine." Kurt said. "Come on, I'm sure the gorilla is out in the courtyard on his way to lunch right now."

Blaine nodded curtly. "Lead the way, then."

So Kurt lead Blaine through the school and the finally spotted Karofsky on the stairs to the ground level of the courtyard.

"There he is." Kurt said nodding to the larger boy.

"Alright. Let me do the talking." Blaine said. "Excuse me." Blaine said as they stopped in front of Karofsky.

The bully looked a little stunned to find Kurt with someone else but quickly cooled his expression. "So, homo, is this your boyfriend?" He sneered as he pushed his way past them.

"Kurt told me what you did." Blaine accused, successfully stopping him from running away.

Karofsky shifted his eyes around the courtyard. "Oh yeah, and what was that?"

"You kissed me." Kurt hissed. Karofsky looked scared but before he could say anything Blaine spoke.

"I know you must be scared. And I know you're confused right now. But you should know that you're not alone. You have people that you can talk-"

Before Blaine could finish, Karofsky charged at him and slammed him into the chain-link fence. "Don't mess with me midget."

Blaine was a little taken aback by the football player's sudden change in demeanor, but soon enough Kurt ripped Karofsky off of him. "You need to stop this!" Kurt yelled.

The larger boy looked between the two and grunted before he took off down the stairs again.

Kurt let out a breath and sat on the steps in a huff.

"Well he's not coming out anytime soon." Blaine quipped.

"This isn't a laughing matter, Blaine." Kurt bit in frustration.

Blaine looked at Kurt in concern. "Hey, what's wrong? Why are you so upset all of a sudden?"

"Really?" Kurt said in disbelief. "You're acting like this isn't a big deal. Saying things like 'well he isn't coming out anytime soon'. That guy has been after me for years and then when I try and stand up to him, he kisses me! I don't think any of this deserves any jokes!"

Blaine sat down with Kurt on the steps. "Hey, I'm…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to demean what's going on at all. I just…I just use humor to sort of ease the tension. And after being scared out of my mind against that fence, I felt like I had to diffuse the tension in the air."

Kurt didn't say anything, so Blaine stood and held his hand out. "Come on, I'll buy you lunch."

Kurt looked up at Blaine and took his hand despite what Blaine had said. He needed Blaine, no matter if he happened to make stupid joke at really bad times.

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In glee, it was time for the girls and Kurt to perform their mash-up. They were doing 'Stop In The Name Of Love/ Free Your Mind'. All the girls were in deep blue dresses with white bow belts, and Kurt was in a similar color suit with a white tie. The girls looked pumped to perform, but Henry could tell that Kurt looked tired, and run down.

Henry still couldn't get Kurt alone, and he was still jumpy. Henry watched sadly as they performed, with Kurt dully singing in the background.

GIRLS/KURT:

Here we go!

Stop! In the name of love, before you break my heart

Stop! In the name of love, before you break my heart

SANTANA:

I wear tight clothing, high heeled shoes It doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute, no no, no

Santana strutted down the line of her team members and did a slow 'bend and snap' as she sang about being a prostitute.

MERCEDES:

I like rap music, wear hip hop clothes.

That doesn't mean that I'm out sellin' dope no no no

Mercedes then charged forward and gave the boys a 'you wanna mess with me?' pose and waved her hand around like no one's business.

RACHEL:

Before you can read me you gotta Learn how to see me, I said

GIRLS/KURT:

Stop! In the name of love, before you break my heart

Stop! In the name of love, before you break my heart

Think it over

Free Your Mind and the rest will follow

Be color blind, don't be so shallow

Think it over

Free Your Mind and the rest will follow.

Be color blind, don't be so shallow

QUINN:

I've known of your, your secluded nights I've even seen him maybe once or twice But is his sweet expression Worth more than my love and affection.

Quinn skipped over to Sam and played with his hair as she sang, earning an almost purring Sam and a smiling Henry.

RACHEL:

Before you can read me you gotta Learn how to see me, I said

GIRLS/KURT:

Stop! In the name of love, before you break my heart

Stop! In the name of love, before you break my heart

Think it over

Free Your Mind and the rest will follow

Be color blind, don't be so shallow

Think it over

Free Your Mind and the rest will follow

Be color blind, don't be so shallow

Stop! Stop! In the name of love

Free Your Mind Stop!

Free Your Mind Stop!

Free Your Mind

RACHEL:

Before you can read me you gotta Learn how to see me, I said

GIRLS/KURT:

Stop! In the name of love, before you break my heart

Free Your Mind In the name of love

Before you break my heart

Free Your Mind In the name of love

Before you break my heart

Baby, think it over

Free Your Mind and the rest will Stop!

The guys clapped for the girls and Kurt as they tried to regain their normal breathing. Henry knew the girls' performance was good, they were all good, but it was Kurt.

His eyes….they looked dead, and tired.

Henry hadn't been able to talk to Kurt in three days, a horrible revelation since they had glee and lunch together, and Henry knew that Kurt was hiding something. If something was wrong with Kurt, no one would know. He'd just bottle it up and take it all on his own. And Henry knew that that was exactly what was going on.

Henry wasn't going to let that bullshit fly.

Not after all they've been through.

So after glee practice was over, Henry went right for Kurt, but as soon as Kurt noticed his approach he went to duck out of the room. Henry was losing patience fast; Kurt always ran from him when there was something going on. Why? Did Kurt not want Henry to know because of his temper? Henry had been working on controlling his temper ever since the custody case. Was Kurt being a drama queen? No, if Kurt was being a drama queen he would have at least given someone a chance to confront him about it so he could get some attention. No, Kurt was blocking everyone out as far s Henry knew and it was getting old. Did….did Kurt not trust Henry enough to let him know if Kurt was hurt or upset?

Henry deflated as he chased after Kurt.

Did Kurt not trust him at all?

Henry stopped running and stood there. Kurt didn't trust him, and Henry had sort of come to accept that, but something was going with Kurt and he wouldn't let Henry in.

Henry walked back to his locker. He'd let Kurt run for now; he'd give Kurt time to come to him.

If Kurt loved him…he'd let Henry in.

He just had to.

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Kurt sat in his car for a moment.

He knew that Henry was chasing after him. He knew that Henry was suspecting something, but Kurt for the life of him just couldn't tell him.

It didn't seem right to.

It wasn't right to tell Henry what Karofsky had done. Like Blaine said, 'Coming out is a hard and confusing transition, throwing him out there in front of everyone would only make things worse'. Of course, Blaine said it much more patronizingly….

But still, if he told Henry what happened, not only would Henry kill Karofsky and get expelled, but Karofsky would surely be basically dragged out of the closet by Henry and then all hell would break loose.

So Kurt couldn't tell Henry, but at least he could confide in Blaine. Blaine went to a different school and didn't know anyone from McKinley. Plus, Blaine was so much more mature than Henry and wouldn't blow up or out Karofsky.

So Kurt just drove home.

He and Blaine were working on the Karofsky situation, there was no need to get the explosive Henry involved.

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Kurt was walking down the hall at school the next day and he noticed that a lot of people were getting sick. Well, at least it was mostly Lauren Zizes, but still, she was sneezing all over the place when Kurt got to his locker. Grabbing his books, Kurt was in a decent mood. He spent the night texting Blaine and discussing all sorts of things. But his mood changed when his locker slammed shut. Kurt looked and saw Karofsky looming over him.

"Question." Karofsky growled. "Have you told anyone…what you did to me? That you kissed me?"

Kurt was taken aback by the larger boy's sudden appearance, but even more by that accusation. "You mean how you kissed me?" Kurt retorted.

"Shh!" Karofsky hissed.

"I know it's a hard thing to accept, Karofsky, so to answer your ill stated question: no I didn't not tell anyone you kissed me."

Karofsky ignored Kurt's accusation and pointed his finger at Kurt. "Good. You better not. Because if you do…" Karofsky glared intently at Kurt. "I will seriously fucking kill you."

Kurt gulped as his heart stopped beating. Karofsky pushed Kurt back against the lockers roughly and lumbered off down the hall.

Kurt stood there frozen in fear as students passed him by.

Kurt couldn't imagine that Karofsky would kill him if he told…but the way he said it…and his eyes.

Kurt couldn't not imagine it either.

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Kurt's day was far different that any he'd had before. Ever since that morning with Karofsky, Kurt's heart had leaped out of his chest when a locker slammed and every time he turned a corner, Karofsky was there. Kurt knew that the boy didn't have every class close to his own, it just wasn't possible, and there would have been much more slushies in the past if he did.

Kurt felt like he was always being watched, like Karofsky was always looking at him, watching him to make sure he didn't tell his secret.

But Kurt wasn't going to tell anyone. Not after the death threat. Karofsky was unpredictable and if he said he was going to kill Kurt if he told, and with the way he said it…

Kurt couldn't take any chances.

So even though he felt Karofsky following him, he also felt the eyes of his boyfriend on him throughout the day as well. And even with Henry seemingly following him, Kurt thought that it would make him feel safer knowing that Henry would see Karofsky if he didn't anything.

But it didn't.

Henry was keeping an eye on him, but any safe feeling was gone when Karofsky took it to that next level. This was beyond bullying, and Kurt knew that there was nothing Henry could do; no watchdogging was going to stop Karofsky forever.

So in glee, Kurt sat away from Henry, knowing that he would pester him about what was going on, given he tried to chase him down the other day. And he just couldn't have Henry knowing, nor did he want to fight with Henry.

But ignoring him wasn't helping either.

But there wasn't much Kurt could do.

Mr. Schue came in, looking very pale, yet he went to the front board and wrote down 'Sectionals'. But Mr. Schue was sweating heavily and when he turned around he gave the glee club an odd look.

"Mr. Schue, you look a little green." Mercedes warned.

"Yeah, Mr. Schue, you should probably go to the nurse's." Henry advised.

"I think I will, but I think I need to get you guys a babysitter first." Mr. Schue replied.

Rachel stood. "Finn, take Mr. Schue to the nurse's office, I don't think he can walk the whole way there if he's saying weird things like that. He might be hallucinating"

Finn nodded and led Mr. Schue out of the choir room. Rachel went to the front board and erased 'Sectionals' and put 'Me' instead. "Now class, since Mr. Schue is going to be out for a while, I'll take over for the moment." She smiled brightly. "Now, I want to hear what songs you think would best suit me to sing at Sectionals!"

The club was silent. Then Santana jumped up. "Let me at her!" She screamed.

Sam quickly went to grab her and hold her back. Santana kept screaming while trying to get out of Sam's grasp. Everyone started yelling and Rachel screamed.

Everyone was yelling and girls were scratching and guys were trying to hold Santana back.

Kurt really didn't need this.

Not right now.

"Enough!" Kurt shouted above everyone else's voices, effectively shutting everyone down. "We can't act like this the minute Mr. Schue leaves!" Kurt huffed and began to storm off to the door. "If all of you idiots can't behave for a mere minute once a teacher's gone, how do you think we can win Sectionals?"

Everyone looked down guiltily for their actions. Kurt gave them a withering glare. "I'm going to find us a substitute while Mr. Schue is sick. I suggest you all grow up a little and think more about how Mr. Schue is feeling than who's getting the solo for a stupid competition."

Kurt left the choir room with a slam of the door and everyone sat back down in shock of Kurt's outburst. "What's up his butt?" Puck scoffed.

"Or what isn't up Kurt's butt?" Santana smirked at Henry. "No seriously, what's your boy's deal?"

Henry wasn't too shocked by Kurt's actions, when he's stressed he get bitchy, it's normal for Kurt and Henry knew it all too well. He shrugged. "No clue, he hasn't spoken to me in like 4 days. I don't know what's wrong with him, I just know that there is something going on."

"It's true." Mercedes added. "He's been really bitchy, and I mean more bitchy than his usual self."

"He has been rather ruthless lately." Rachel nodded. "Yesterday he saw me wearing one of my animal print sweaters and he put a paper bag over my head saying that if I was going to try and wear such hideous clothing, that I should lessen the ugly factor by hiding my face."

A few of the kids laughed and Henry just sighed; still fed up with Kurt running away and now being rude to their friends. "Well, if you all just sit here and joke about it and not do anything, I'm going to go take care of it."

Henry left the room and didn't even wait for anyone to say anything or follow him. Henry shook his head and ran down the hall and right after Kurt.

Kurt knew Henry would follow him. He knew that Henry had finally noticed, or at least had given up on his patience of waiting for Kurt to talk to him. But Kurt couldn't tell him.

It would just make things worse.

Henry would do something brash and get in trouble. Blaine was going about it peacefully, so no one other than Karofsky could get in trouble.

Kurt wasn't in the mood to find a sub right now, though he knew of one that would fill the glee club director spot nicely, Kurt just needed to get to his car and drive home. After Karofsky and all the yelling, he had a headache and just wanted to go home and rest. He knew he'd have to tell Henry something, but…for right now…

He just needed Blaine.

Kurt was just outside the school doors, the cooling November air chilling him, when Henry caught up and grabbed his hand.

"Kurt!" Henry said breathlessly. "Kurt, wait up, for a second."

The sound of Henry's sad and concerned voice and the feel of his hand intertwined with his own made Kurt feel even guiltier. He looked down. "I have to get home." Kurt mumbled. "My dad needs help with his medications."

"Bullshit." Henry barked, making Kurt flinch. "That was almost two months ago! And Carole's around too! She can help!" Henry calmed down a little. "What's going on, Kurt? Tell me, please."

Kurt felt tears coming on, and tears were the last things he wanted. He shook his head. "Nothing, Henry. Like I said, my dad needs help around the house and the shop and Carole still has to work a lot. I'm just stressed."

Henry, still holding Kurt's hand, squeezed it. "Kurt…do you really think that after dating you for over a year that I couldn't tell if you were lying or not?" Henry sighed; Kurt's eyes widened. "I know you're lying to me…and I want to know why you feel the need to hide from me…and why it seems that you can never trust me."

Kurt turned around to face Henry. "I DO trust you! We've been through this so many times!"

"If you trust me, why won't you tell me what's wrong!" Henry cried desperately.

Kurt silenced at let his eyes fall back to the ground. Henry stood there just staring at Kurt, waiting for an answer. "Why don't you trust me?" Henry whispered sadly. "Why can't you just let me in?"

Kurt started crying. There was nothing else to it. He just started crying. "I…I just can't…"

Henry's head fell; both boys looking at the ground. "You…you can't? You can't let me in? Or you can't…you can't trust me?"

Kurt shook his head. "Henry…I-please just…."

"TELL ME!" Henry snapped, scaring Kurt to jump and look at Henry in fear, "Why? Why after all this time can't you ever let me in!" Henry cried, tears threatening to spill. "I let you in so many times! I needed you! I let you see me at my worst, when I was so vulnerable. But you could never do the same! You never let me in! You never…you never gave me any more than the bare minimum when it came to what got to you; what made you weak. Do you no trust me enough to let me see you weak and vulnerable? I….I won't hurt you Kurt. I swore to you I never would."

Kurt wrapped his arms around himself, small sobs coming from him. They just stood there in the parking lot, both falling apart, both crying.

"I…I know that trust is hard to give. And I know that you have had times where you felt betrayed…and I know it was going to take a lot of work for you to trust me after all you've been through…but, I just don't know what to do anymore if you can never let me in. You're pushing everyone away, Kurt….ever since your dad had his heart attack, you've been so guarded. I….I don't know what to do around you anymore, I don't know what to say to make you trust me."

Kurt didn't answer at all, he couldn't move. What Henry said, about him not being trusting, it hurt. Kurt knew that he had trust issues; ever since his mother's death and a father who had to support him alone, trust was hard to come by. Promises were made, and most were broken. And it only got worse as Kurt went to high school. Kurt knew he was hard to let people in…But this was Henry, he couldn't even let his boyfriend in.

And then Kurt realized that Henry was right.

Kurt hadn't let Henry in. He never talked of his mother, or anything about her or the time after her death. Kurt never opened himself up to Henry.

And that's when Kurt really felt his heart break.

"Do you love me?" Henry asked quietly.

Kurt looked up at Henry instantly. "Of course I love you!" Kurt pleaded. "I love you so much!"

Henry looked Kurt right in the eye. "Then why don't you trust me?" Kurt fell silent again. "A loving relationship is based on trust. I love you, Kurt. And I trust you. I let you in and gave you everything I could. If you loved me….you'd trust me."

Kurt sniffled and looked back down at the ground.

"Dammit, Kurt!" Henry hissed. "Talk to me! TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!"

"I don't think this is working anymore."

Henry stilled in shock. "W-what?" He stammered looking wide-eyed at Kurt.

Kurt sniffled and wiped his eyes. "It's just not working out anymore! I don't know what else to say! I….I can't do this anymore, not with all this going on. You're right….for some horrible reason, I can't trust you…and if I can't trust you…I don't think this is going to work between us." Kurt felt like he was lying, that he was trying to skirt around the whole Karofsky situation….

But for some reason, it felt like he was being honest too.

Kurt didn't trust Henry.

Henry's demeanor changed from anger to desperation so quickly. "Kurt…"He whispered. "I…I didn't mean it like that…I…I just want you to trust me. I want you to let me in."

Kurt shook his head. "I…It's just too…I don't know why I can't…but I know that I should trust you. I'm sorry but-"

"Kurt!" Henry pleaded. "Just tell me what's going on! Trust me! I can't be there for you if you won't let me!"

Kurt shook his head. "I…I'm sorry…I just can't."

Henry squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted Kurt to just tell him. But Kurt was being so stubborn, he didn't trust him.

He didn't love Henry.

And it killed Henry.

Henry couldn't hold it in anymore. All the pain, the betrayal of not being trusted after all this time. Of being pushed away when it counted, like he wasn't important to Kurt. Like he wasn't his boyfriend. Henry lost his patience.

"FUCK!" Henry screamed and slammed his fist right into the side of a nearby car. Kurt gasped at the action and the huge dent in the car. Tears were spilling down Henry's face, and blood was dripping from his fist. "After all this time, I still mean nothing to you?"

Kurt stepped back, Henry hadn't lost his temper in a while, but this is the first time he's ever been violent around Kurt. "Henry….calm down-"

"I AM CALM!" Henry cried. "Why do you think I punched the car and not you!"

Kurt would have laughed if they weren't in such a serious situation. "Henry…I just can't do this right now. I can't be with you…not with this going on."

"WHAT!" Henry screamed. "WHAT'S GOING ON!" Henry winced at the pain in his hand, successfully calming him. "If something is going on, I want to be there to help you."

"How can you help me if you go and start punching cars if you lose your temper?" Kurt cried.

"You made me do it Kurt!" Henry bit back bitterly. "You're so stubborn and 'independent' that you can't even let the boy you supposedly love, in! Something's wrong and I want to be there for you! What's wrong with that!"

Kurt couldn't take seeing Henry like this. He was broken and bitter. His hand was bleeding and bruising, tears staining his face, and his eyes were pleading and strained.

Kurt knew that this had gone too far. With Karofsky attacking him, and kissing him…and threatening to kill him…He couldn't tell Henry and look at what it was doing to them. The truth about their relationship was coming out.

He needed to get out.

He needed to set Henry free. Free from worrying about Kurt, from trying to get trust from someone who couldn't even figure out why he couldn't give it away.

Kurt guessed that it just want' meant to last.

And he knew it was all his own fault.

"I can't do this anymore." Kurt sobbed. "I can't be like this. Not anymore."

Kurt spun around and ran to his car, staining his face, blurring his vision. He knew that Karofsky did this to him, made him hostile and pushing people away. And now it finally broke him and Henry apart.

Kurt thought they had it. They had that spark and that togetherness that none of the other glee couple had. He thought they would make it.

But it all went to hell when Karofsky started after him.

And now Kurt was shaken and broken.

He needed someone though. Someone to hold him and help him through this.

He needed Blaine.

Henry watched in horror as Kurt ran away. The shock of it all dulled the pain of his bleeding hand. He didn't believe it. Not for a second. How could this happen? How could they mess this up? They had been through so much worse, hadn't they?

Henry felt his legs give out. He fell down to the asphalt and just stared absently at the parked cars through a blurred vision.

It was over.

Kurt was gone.

"Henry?" A voice asked.

A/N: *Hides under desk* I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, but I had to do it! I kept thinking about it, how Kurt would act about the whole Karofsky thing if he had already been kissed and had a boyfriend, and I think I wrote it the best way I could to keep the storyline going. I know, I know, they're great together, but this also had to happen. Kurt is a very suspicious person and it takes a lot to earn his trust I think….that's why he still doesn't trust Henry, or anyone but his dad really.

But other than that…here's a link to what Flint looks like, I know there were rumors of a canon Flint, but here's mine! .com/imgres?imgurl=.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/Tom_Welling_1(1).jpg&imgrefurl=.com/celebrity-profile-in-national/tom-welling&usg=_Ye8kEeQkJg8AICErK1vzp0scmlw=&h=460&w=384&sz=63&hl=en&start=0&zoom=1&tbnid=Npl4-pg4h7pQ4M:&tbnh=130&tbnw=123&ei=NhvLTdKCGoqCsQOc28isDg&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dtom%2Bwelling%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D595%26tbm%3Disch&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=127&vpy=244&dur=791&hovh=246&hovw=205&tx=112&ty=149&page=1&ndsp=24&ved=1t:429,r:9,s:0

Horray for Tom Welling! But yes, I am deeply saddened to have broken them up. But don't worry; they each have someone to comfort them…both girl wise and boy wise.

So next time on Glee: With Kurt and Henry donezo, and Mr. Schue out with the Monkey Flu, what happens when Holly Holiday comes to coach New Directions? How will Kurt and Henry handle the break up? And how will the glee club fair in the biggest nastiest break up since 'Babygate 09'? And who's the endearing spy now?

Excerpt: "What's wrong? I'm sure the preppy midget can play along too." He smirked.