Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.
A/n: So yay, exams are over! Not sure how much I'll be updating; I've got to work over my break (eww), plus I'm going to be spending the week after Christmas out of state with family and I'm not sure they have internet. But I'll try to keep this coming as much as possible. Worst case scenario, y'all will get a ton of chapter updates at once.
Blaine walked out of the hall bathroom, attempting to rub his hair dry with his towel as he walked. It wasn't easy; Blaine's hair curled like crazy when it was wet, and it was so thick it was hard for him to get it dry.
"We need to talk." Blaine was surprised as Wes and David grabbed his arms and started pulling him down the hallway.
"Umm… okay…"
"First of all, you two have got to learn to lock the fucking door when you're going at it," David said as they pulled him into his dorm room.
"It might also be helpful if the two of you would knock before you just walked into my room."
"That's not what we're here to discuss. Well, sort of…" Wes said. Blaine crossed his arms as his best friends let go of him and moved to sit down in his room. "Don't you think you're moving things a little too fast?" Blaine felt his eyes widen at his friend's words.
"Oh my God… please tell me you two aren't trying to give me the sex talk. You can save yourselves the trouble because my dad did this when I was like, eight." Blaine had to admit, he thought it was pretty funny the way Wes and David looked at him uncomfortably.
"That's not what we were trying to do, actually. It's more of an issue of us not wanting either of you to get hurt… and it's slightly less awkward to talk to you about it than to try talking to Kurt."
"Wait, so you're saying you don't want us to be together?" Blaine asked, confused as hell.
"Wes wasn't saying that… you guys dating isn't the problem. It's that we've nearly walked in on the two of you having sex twice this week. And you guys haven't been dating that long…"
"We don't want you two to break up… hell, the day you started dating each other was a relief because we didn't have to hear about how perfect he was constantly. But we don't want to have to pick up the pieces if the two of you get too intense and it ends up ruining things." Blaine sighed and ran a hand through his wet hair, putting his towel on the hook behind his closet door as he thought about what he was going to say to them.
"Look, I appreciate the advice… but I don't think it's your business what Kurt and I do in the privacy – or lack thereof – of my room." Blaine watched as Wes and David sighed and stood up.
"Just think about slowing shit down some, okay?"
"For real… I don't know if I can take walking in on the two of you in the middle of… whatever it is you two are going to do. I don't want to see your dick, or Kurt's for that matter." Blaine turned and looked at David, rolling his eyes.
"Again, dude, you wouldn't see anything if you would learn to knock before you come into my room. Doors are there for a reason." Blaine ran a hand through his hair, absently scratching at the skin around his scar. "So, is there anything else you needed to talk to me about, or is my sex life the sole topic of discussion today?"
"That was all we needed to talk to you about. What are our plans for tonight?" Wes asked.
"I didn't have any plans… I need to do some homework, but I don't really have a lot for Monday. Why?"
"The girls want us to take them to the movies tonight. Apparently there's a new Narnia movie…" David began.
"And the girls think Ben Barnes is hot." Blaine glanced in Wes's direction to watch his fellow Warbler shudder as he repeated that particular comment.
"Well, he does look pretty nice in armor…" Blaine commented, mostly because he wanted to see what kind of reaction that would get from his two very straight friends. The looks on their faces were sort of priceless. "Yep… the two of you are definitely zeros."
"Zeros?" Wes asked.
"Kinsey scale… zero is completely hetero."
"So what are you?"
"Five." Blaine picked up a shoe that he found lying on his floor, putting it away in his closet where it was supposed to be. "Anyway, what was the point in telling me that you two were taking the girls to the movies tonight?"
"We were going to see if you and Kurt wanted to go with us… the two of you need to get out of the dorms."
"We were out of the dorm yesterday. He took me to go see my mom."
"Speaking of which, how's your arm?" Blaine sighed as Wes asked the question. He should have known that was coming the moment he brought up his mom. Blaine pulled back his sleeve, exposing the bruise so that his best friends could see it. It was dark blue, with a slight green and purple tinge around the edges.
"Scary looking but surprisingly not painful." Blaine winced as David pressed gently against the skin. "Okay, so that hurt. But otherwise not painful. Touch it again and I will kick your ass." David pulled his hand away; they all knew that Blaine would do a pretty good job of at least trying to kick David's ass, but that in the end Blaine would probably be the one getting hurt.
"Dude, what happened to your arm?" Blaine looked up and saw a prefect standing in the doorway of his room. Owen was a good guy, but he never knew when to just let it go where Blaine was concerned.
"Does no one knock around here anymore?" Blaine asked, pulling his sleeve down to cover the bruise.
"I think you need to answer my question first. How did you get that bruise?"
"It's not a big deal, seriously… just a misunderstanding."
"That doesn't look like a misunderstanding to me, Blaine. Who were you fighting with?"
"His stepfather," David whispered, just loud enough for Owen to hear. Blaine shot his friend a death glare.
"It's nothing, Owen, really. Already taken care of, seriously."
"His stepfather was here Friday afternoon. There was a little misunderstanding…" Wes began.
"Tell me what happened." Blaine sighed, shaking his head.
"Owen, there's nothing to tell. It was a verbal argument; he grabbed my wrist and wouldn't let go for a few minutes. I bruise easily…" Blaine reached up with his hand and started rubbing his temples, trying to make the headache that was forming go away. "Can we just not talk about this, please? I'm done with my family's drama."
"I'm calling the dean of students…" Owen began, starting to walk out of the room.
"Owen, please don't." Blaine ran over towards the door, grabbing the prefect by the shoulder in an attempt to stop him from leaving the room until Blaine had a chance to talk him out of reporting the incident. "Look, it's not going to happen again. He's not coming back."
"And I'm going to make sure that's the case."
"If you report it, the dean will call my dad… he'll flip out!"
"Maybe that would be a good thing."
