A/N: Sorry about the delay, lots of work to do in college, I'm sorry, I'll try keep updates regular. Love you all xxx

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"Finn, it's fine." You say with a sigh as you straightened up and look over to Dave who is laughing at you with his friends. You know leaving is probably the best answer but you're sick of being pushed around. You get enough of that from your father, you don't need it from this bully either.

"Oh I'm so scared of the little hobbit." Dave says with a laugh, slapping his team mates arm as you stand on front of him, eye swelling from the unexpected hit.

"I don't want you to be afraid of me." You say in a tone that suggests he should be. This throws him off and he glares to you in both annoyance and curiosity. "All I want to do is play football." It's a lie, you had no intention of playing here before but now you wanted it more than you could bare.

"We don't need your kind here!" Dave snaps and he pushes out as if to shove you. This time you see it coming and an unexpectedly strong grip stops him from doing that. You grip onto his hand tightly, remembering your days learning karate.

"You really don't wanna do that, I was in fightclub." You're unable to help yourself as you smile. You used to call the club Fight Club, it became a joke between members that no one should talk about the club. "Obviously though...I'm not supposed to talk about it." You glance around and lean close to Dave who's gasping from the way you grip his hand, pressing hard on a pressure point. "And honestly..." Your voice is so much lower this time, so no one other than Dave can hear you. "I think its very hypocritical of 'you' of all people not letting..what was it? 'People like me in'..."

The next hit came without any warning, you didn't see it, didn't have time to deflect. Suddenly a fist connected with your face, most definitely breaking your nose. Your eyes widen and you gasp loudly, blood filling your mouth as you fall backwards onto the ground, gasping loudly and covering your face with your hands.

You aren't even able to say anything before Dave is suddenly on top of you once more, fist connecting with your cheek and you finally manage to gasp loudly in pain before he is pulled off you by that mohawk guy, Puck.

You let out a loud gasp but squeeze your eyes shut. Hands are felt on your shoulders and Finn's yelling something but you don't catch it. A few hands are all over you and you open your eyes to see the Asian boy...Mike and Finn both trying to help you to stand. The blood is pouring from your nose and you feel dizzy but with their help you get to your feet.

"We gotta get you to the nurse." Finn says and you try to nod but the throbbing in your face is horrible, giving you a fucking headache and making you regret the action immedietly. You stagger in pain and sickness but the boys help you to the infirmary. It's confirmed there that your nose is broken and you find yourself sitting on a chair outside the office, a bag of ice pressed to your eye while your nose is structured with these small sticks and bandages. It looks horrible. You feel even worse.

"Blaine?" You turn your head, looking out of your one eye to see Kurt standing, looking horrified. Both eyes widen but that proves to be a bad idea with the swelling in your right.

"Kurt...shouldn't you be home by now?"

"That doesn't matter." He walks over, eyes wide as he kneels on front of you. "What happened?"

"That doesn't matter either." You respond, not wanting him to know you got in a scrap with his boyfriend. You feel stupid. You never had planned to out the boy but you should have guessed he'd react in some way like that when you whispered those words to him.

"Of course it matters!" He insists, hands stretching out and cupping your cheeks gently. The ice is no longer pressed to your eye and you sigh at his touch. His hands are so soft, you wish they'd caress everywhere. Not in a sexual way, although you wouldn't mind that, just...it was comforting. "Who's coming to collect you?"

"My mom can't drive." You whisper, eyes now closed. "Dad...he's working. She...wanted to get a taxi...but I told her I have a ride." Kurt sighed almost like in relief that you have a way home.

"You do? Great. Who is it?"

"I don't." You correct him with a weak chuckle. "I'll walk home soon just...I don't want her to worry." The younger man sighs loudly and shakes his head.

"No way, now you do have a ride." He replies and your eyes widen as you gaze to him.

"Kurt, I can't.."

"You can and you will." He insists, moving his hands so they rest on your knees. It feels so good, you want to accept but you can't.

"I can't..." you whisper, planning to tell him that you also can't take these yoyoing emotions he was projecting your way.

"C'mon, I'm not leaving you here." Shamelessly he takes your hand and instantly you know that Dave is obviously not around or else he wouldn't do such a thing. The older boy had obviously gone home and you leave the school, holding ice to your eye and letting Kurt lead you out to his jeep. He even opens the door for you and you get inside.

He plays Madonna's greatest hits but you don't complain as you are driven home. You're both in silence and you're just a few streets from your homes when he talks.

"So you meant it then?" He questioned as he turned the car into another street and you opened your eyes, having been laying back against the headrest, eyes closed

"Meant what?"

"When you said you'd fight for me?" Things are silent for a moment. Did Kurt know you had fought with Dave? Well, obviously. However you weren't sure how he knew details. Sure it looked like you were just standing up for yourself when Dave insulted you, and it was a little bit of that. Still you knew that a want to be with Kurt was laying beneath though intensions. HYou wouldnt have reacted such a way overy just a few insults.

"Obviously." You respond after a few seconds of silence, finding no point in lying about it when he so clearly knows.

He says nothing until you reach your house. Instantly with your free hand, you open your seatbelt but suddenly Kurt's hand is covering it. You gaze up to him, ice still over your eye. He's smiling weakly at you.

"Thank you Blaine." He whispers and without a moment of warning, he kisses you.

Your eyes widen as he tilts his head in a way so not to hurt your nose or anything and kisses you so tenderly and sweetly. His lips are as soft, no, softer than his hands and his eyes were closed. He doesn't press against your mouth or anything of the sort, lips hardly touching. He simply kisses you sweetly before finally pulling back. You lean close, like hooked already, which you are. You open your eyes, aware that you're leaning forward, lips still puckered. Kurt gives you a small smile and a chuckle.

"Here's your stop." He says, as a reminder for you to leave. Your stomach drops at his bluntness and you gaze to him.

"Kurt..."

Do you...

A) Kiss him again?

or

B) Ask him what the hell is going on once more?