Sorry it's been so long, little bunnies (OH! I love that name; I'll call you that from now on). I've been away on camping (very fun, yes, thank you for asking), and I haven't really been in the nearness (is that the right word?) of internet. And then I've been working (writing?) on a new story, but you'll get to know what soon enough, lolz. But enough about that! Here's your chapter! ENJOY!

Okay. So their relationship had reached that point. Well, not exactly 'that' point, since Blaine still didn't want to do anything other than make out. Making out was great. And lovely. But it was also just that. And they didn't get past that point. Kurt wasn't impatient. He was merely… Tired of waiting. They'd been dating for two months now, and Blaine was still as careful as always.

He'd even thought of seducing his dear boyfriend. But nothing had worked. Not the sweet hints, not the soft touches in new places (Blaine had gently removed his hands) and not even the direct "I want you" that took all of Kurt's courage to get through his lips. Somewhere along the way Blaine had gotten the idea, that he'd pushed Kurt into stuff way too early and now he was trying to make up for it. Kurt did not approve.

Pushing me, my( fabulous) rear end. He's not even close to push me. Unless it's pushing me over the edge to becoming a freaking priest.

Just yesterday they'd been in the middle of something good, when Blaine - once again - had stopped it. And then Kurt had snapped. Again.

"Bl-Blaine," Kurt moaned as he squirmed under the slightly shorter boy.

"S-sorry!" Blaine immediately removed himself, sitting upright - but still straddling Kurt.

"Oh no, you don't!" Kurt grabbed the collar of Blaine's shirt and pulled him down for another breathtaking kiss.

"Kurt, wait," Blaine mumbled. "Wait a sec." He gently pushed himself away from the kiss swollen lips, he had attacked less than a minute ago.

"I don't think you're ready for this just yet. I don't think we're ready." It took him all his self-control to not just shove his thoughts away and dive into another kissing-session.

And there it was. The diva look. The look he had always secretly loved; but in this particular situation, he would have loved not seeing it.

"Blaine Anderson. I have been waiting for you to kiss me for months - and you don't think I'm ready?" Blaine shivered slightly at the way Kurt said his name. In any other situation he would have smiled; he loved the way his name sounded on Kurt's lips.

"I do think you're reading for the kissing part - obviously." He gestured to their position. "I just think we should wait a bit longer before we… go into anything ells."

"You sure didn't seem to think so, when we were in the garage last month!" Kurt snapped.

Blaine had looked so hurt. So unbelievable hurt. And then he'd left. Again. Why did it always end up like that? They liked - loved - each other, why couldn't they just stop fighting?

And just as a bonus his car still wasn't ready, so he had to get a lift to school from Finn. Which was fine, if the tall boy wasn't always so late! Kurt was almost late for his first class ever, and his mood did not improve through the day. The only thing that kept him from bursting out in tears - or screams - was Mercedes. The black girl always knew how to make him smile and laugh.

"C'mon Boo. Just write him an 'I'm sorry baby' message and ask him to meet you for coffee. Just like always. And then you'll try to talk to him about this." Kurt didn't look convinced. "Okay?"

"Okay," he responded softly and went into the choir room with her. "Thank you 'Cedes," he said as they sat down next to each other. Will Schuester had yet another one of his disco-days and the whole class went by with the students arguing with their teacher. Because - seriously - who in their right mind wanted to do disco?

"Finn, can we get going or what? I'm already late as it is." Kurt stood with his bag, ready to go, but Finn was still standing by his locker, looking confused.

"Do you have an appointment?" The taller boy asked as he shoved his books into his locker.

"No, but…"

"Then can't you just wait for a bit?" Finn asked and shut the locker, turning around to face his stepbrother.

"But I'd very much like to get home now, Finn." Kurt was losing his patience.

"But can't you just get Blaine to pick you up? Rachel and I are having some problems, and…"

"I don't care about you and Rachel's problems, Finn!" He snapped. He felt like that was the only thing he was doing these last few days.

"Whoa, relax dude." Finn put his hands up in front of him, as if to surrender.

"Urg." Kurt rubbed his temples. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, Finn. Please just give me ride home?"

"Are you and Blaine fighting?" Finn asked.

"… No." Even to himself Kurt sounded like he was lying.

"Kurt." Finn may not be the smartest guy on the planet, but he knew when his brother was having issues. And right now he felt a massive fight-with-Blaine-wave coming from Kurt. He'd sensed a lot of those lately.

"Urg, fine, we're not the best of friends right now, so will you please just get me home so I can apologize to my sweet and caring boyfriend for being a complete ass?"

Finn looked shocked and was about to say sorry for not understanding right away, but he didn't get the chance before Kurt was shoved into the lockers.

"So the fairy's got himself a boyfriend?" Karofsky laughed as he walked slowly by.

"Stay away from Kurt, Karofsky, or you'll regret it!" Finn barked and took a step closer to the jock.

"What'll you do, Frankenteen?" Azimio said, voice threatening.

"Call your mother on us?" Karofsky supplied and earned a high-five from one of the other boys.

"Just stay away from Finn." Kurt said as he stood up from the floor. His day couldn't get any worse, why should he even try to walk away from these imbeciles without getting to voice his thoughts?

"That's quite something, butt boy. Maybe you'll protect him, huh?" All the jocks laughed, but Kurt didn't flinch or try to run away, even though Finn tugged his shoulder.

"Yes I will," he said in a calm voice. "I'm not afraid of a couple of over-sized babies."

"Don't push us, Hummel." Karofsky said, not laughing anymore. "We won't stop just because you've got Hudson in your pants."

"We're brothers." Kurt just stated, feeling himself getting angrier.

"Yeah sure." He shrugged in a non-caring way. "With benefits." All the jocks broke out in laughter and Kurt saw Finn flinch and blush of embarrassment. Kurt took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Oh, you mean like those benefits you and the first-year had in the locker-room a few weeks ago?" His voice didn't shake; neither did his eyes - which were locked with David Karofsky's. He'd seen what Karofsky and the first-year had done, and he'd thought he'd never have to say it out loud. He'd thought it was enough to just threaten with it, and then it'd get him a few weeks of peace.

The large boy lunged at the brunette with a growl. He reminded Kurt of a mad animal. Which was just about true. He stepped to the side and watched as Dave fell to the ground. Finn stood by and watched, shocked. But when Karofsky ran for Kurt again, he woke up. But the other jocks had gotten him. Why was it always like this when Kurt was in danger? He'd promised to protect him!

Kurt cursed himself when he saw how Karofsky reacted. He shouldn't have said anything. The other idiots held Finn back, so he couldn't get any help from his stepbrother, even though said boy tried fighting against the three boys holding him. Where were the freaking teachers at a time like this? If he knew this would've happened, Finn would have just driven Kurt home right after Glee club ended. But instead he'd have to act like a selfish jerk because of a stupid fight with Rachel, and now Kurt was going to get beaten.

Or so he thought. In the next moment, Kurt had sneaked through a punch from Karofsky, and then he kicked (the kicker practice and dancing lessons really did their job, because he made quite an… impact) all three pair of legs and took a hold of Finn's hand. And then they ran as if their life depended on it. Which it pretty much did. because the jocks ran after them and the school hadn't many places to hide.

They needed a plan. An escape route. And fast. They turned into an empty class room and shut the door. If they could just get to Finn's car…

"Kurt?" Finn interrupted his trail of thoughts.

"What is it?" He turned around to look at his stepbrother.

"They're standing by my car," he said and pointed out the window, where the four jocks were surrounding the vehicle.

Well damn. They were not going to Finn's car then. Who ells had a car they could get away in then?

"Finn, is Rachel still here?" Kurt hoped that the girl had at least had the respect to be worried, when Finn didn't show up to discuss - or argue - their problems.

"I don't think so. She said she'd only wait five minutes for me," the tall teen mumbled and stared out the window again.

"Shit…" Kurt sat down at a table and ran a hand through his fingers. This was really turning out to be something like a bad movie. Maybe they should just go out there and get the beating over with. Or maybe… He grabbed his phone from his pocket so fast, he nearly dropped it on the floor. Then he dialed Blaine's number. The curly haired teen picked up after the third ring.

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered.

"Kurt." The voice was cold. Shit. This is so not the time to be fighting, Kurt thought bitterly.

"Oh, Blaine." He felt the tears spring into his eyes.

"What?"

"Blaine, please…" He tried to figure out what to say without making too much sound. He didn't know if they were still standing outside on the parking lot.

"What is it?" Blaine's voice softened a little bit.

"Blaine, I'm really, really sorry." He'd have to start with saying sorry. That'd be the wisest.

"I know you are, Kurt, but… Seriously, you can't keep treating me like that!"

"I know, but I just… Blaine, I really need your help." He felt himself stiffen as the sound of footsteps approached. He turned around to look at Finn, who gestured to the back of the class room. Both boys silently went to the corner.

"What do you mean?" Now Blaine sounded worried.

"Blaine, please. Please come and help me." He lowered his voice even more, and as far as he could tell the steps had went away.

"Kurt, what's wrong? Where are you?"

"I'm at school and they're after me, after us, it's like a bad horror movie, and I hate it, I need you, I really need you, please come and help us." He hated how weak he sounded, but there were four of them after them, and he didn't know how to defend himself! If we survive this, I'll begin on one of those self-defense courses!

"Just… Stay where you are, I'll be there as soon as I can!" Kurt could hear Blaine jump down from his bed and run to the door.

"Blaine!" He hissed.

"Yes?"

"Park at the road behind school. They're at the parking lot."

"Okay. I'll be there soon."

"Good."

"Bye."

"Bye." They hung up.

"Okay," Kurt said. "Now we'll just have to find a way to get to the back of the school." He looked around the room helplessly. Finn did the same, but his eyes stopped at the roof.

"We could always…"

"If you're in the middle of suggesting we go through the vents, I swear to God Finn Hudson," he interrupted. "I will kick your ass."

"Not the vents!" Finn said and sent Kurt a look that clearly said 'duh!' "We'll go through the attic!"

"The… what?"

"There's a kind of pass-way on the attic. Me and Puck use 'em all the time."

"And to what, if I may ask?" Kurt wasn't even sure he wanted to know.

"To… That doesn't matter! Let's just do it!" And so they did. Finn helped Kurt up after they lifted one of the squares of the roof. And soon they were crawling around in the dark (and dirt; urg Finn, this is disgusting!) on their way to freedom.

"I'll never be able to wear these jeans again. They're ruined."

"You be glad it's not your face which is ruined!" Finn snapped and crawled on. Kurt gulped. Finn's right. But still… I loved these jeans.

They (they meaning Finn) soon found the right place to get down, and so they removed another square. Finn let his head hang down and looked to both sides.

"It's safe," he said and jumped down; reaching a hand up to help Kurt down. Then he had to take a moment to contain his laughter. He had never seen Kurt look so… Normal. Or dirty, for that matter. His hair was dirty (as was the rest of him) and stuck up in weird angles, and his face had dust all over it; just like his clothes.

"If you ever tell anyone about this…" Kurt threatened.

"Yea, yea, I know, you'll kick my ass. Let's just get out of here."

And just as they walked out the school's backdoor they saw a red convertible with white stripes drive up. Kurt froze for a second until he saw a familiar head of dark curls in the driver seat. He sped up and ran to the car with Finn on his heels.

"What's with this car?" Kurt panted as he slammed the door shut behind them.

"I'll explain later," Blaine said with a tiny smile and put the car in gear.

So will they fight again when they get home? *gasp* Nobody knows….
A big thanks to Silviekins for always helping me get past my sucky writer-blocks. Love you, girl! And thank YOU! For reading :D