Kurt and Blaine had been together for over a week when McKinley hosted their Night of Neglect fundraiser for their trip to Nationals and the two boys found themselves wandering the halls of Kurt's old school before the performances started. While showing Blaine around the school Kurt had carefully avoided the weight room where the bullies who'd pushed him to transfer to Dalton spent most of their time, but unfortunately the worst one sought him out.
Kurofsky had just attacked him and his boyfriend, but he was scared off when Santana, of all people, got in his face. Kurt was admittedly awestruck that she had stood up for him, but something told him she'd gotten something out of it, all the same.
"O crap," Santana said suddenly to her phone, walking away from them without thought. They watched her disappear into the choir room and Kurt felt himself sigh again, feeling a deep sense of logging to be in that room. To be a part of his old group again, but as Blaine took Kurt's hand, he knew he was where he wanted to be, with Blaine.
"I think she likes you, which is impossible because Santana doesn't like anybody," Kurt said, watching the door slam before turning back to Blaine; "except Brittney, of course" they both chuckled knowingly. Ever since the Rachel Berry House-party Train-wreck Extravaganza, they had enjoyed analyzing the various connections between members of the New Directions.
"I'd imagine she just really hates him," Blaine reasoned, nodding toward the empty hallway where Dave had been.
"Fair point," Kurt said, his voice nervous, his eyes sweeping the public school corridor before he found Blaine's wide eyes, a touch of concern in his expression. "Thank you, I know he shouldn't scare me but..."
"He has no right to do that," Blaine cut in, moving closer to his boyfriend; "and I would never let him touch you, Kurt."
Kurt turned to Blaine, blush coloring his cheeks. "I'm not particularly okay with his hands on you either."
Blaine's cheeks flushed and he squeezed Kurt's hand in his own, "I'm not the one he wants." Blaine stated, his eyes straying to Kurt's lips, remembering that stolen kiss.
"He is not the one I want." Kurt articulated each word, catching Blaine's eyes as he moved till there was barely an inch between them, his finger tips brushing across Blaine's cheek tenderly as he finished, "You are." He whispered before leaning forward to capture Blaine's lips quickly with his own as the shorter boy gasped into his mouth, his body shifting to support them both as they melted into each other. As much as they both wanted to, neither could forget their surroundings and so the kiss was quick, full of forbidden excitement and fear because this hallway was the opposite of safe. They pulled away, smiling at each other as their breath caught and Kurt turned again toward the auditorium, keeping Blaine's hand in his.
"It's weird, I've been at Dalton for months now but I still feel like this is my school," Kurt admitted softly and Blaine frowned. Kurt spoke of McKinley often and actually seeing Kurt in this place, with his friends and missing them, Blaine wondered how long he'd get with Kurt at Dalton.
"Come on, we don't want to miss Tina, she'll be first." Kurt said suddenly, pulling Blaine from his thoughts.
"Why's that?" Blaine asked, allowing Kurt to lead him around a corner.
"She's too shy for her own good, really, she's gotten better since last year but she still.. she'll open." Kurt shook his head, thinking of the friends he missed so much. "She thinks Rachel and Mercedes are better than her… but she's wrong, honestly."
As they entered the auditorium Blaine was surprised to find it nearly empty, but Kurt seemed unperturbed and pulled him along to take seats in the middle of the room.
When Tina's performance started, the heckling began from the other 4 people in the theater and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"This has Coach Sylvester written all over it," Kurt sighed, shaking his head and resisting the urge to throw something at the back of Mr. Ryerson's head. Blaine stared, his mouth hanging open as he took in the nearly empty auditorium, there were't even a dozen people in the audience and despite Tina's brilliant voice, she had been forced to run off stage, weeping. And the hecklers only got worse when the stage was empty, suddenly Blaine felt like he understood why Kurt both loved and hated his old school.