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Warnings: Homophobic slurs, mention of smoking, Karofsky being an ass...

Chapter 25- So Many Secrets

The next day at school, Kurt and Blaine walked hand in hand happily towards the bleachers before classes started.

Blaine immediately lit up a cigarette, enjoying the buzz. Kurt rolled his eyes. He wants, no needs, Blaine to quit.

"Blaine..." Kurt started in a warning tone.

"Yes, gorgeous?" Blaine answered, blowing the smoke out.

Kurt tried to hide a smile from the term of endearment, and kept up with his facade. "Are you going to quit?"

Blaine looked at the ground, and shuffled his feet. He flicked the ashes off, replying, "I-It's hard to quit right now...and with all this fucking shit I'm going through...I'm sorry Kurt, but I just can't...at least not right now, babe."

Kurt hummed, coming up with an idea. "No more kisses."

"W-What?! Kuuuuurt..." Blaine pouted.

God, he's adorable. Kurt thought, smiling. "Fine. At least cut down? For me, Blaine?" Kurt egged on.

"B-But...I...damn it...Kurt...I-It's t-too...," Blaine started at Kurt's pleading, sexy as fuck expression just about giving in, "I...FINE." He threw up his hands in defeat.

"Ok...good." Kurt smiled gently.

Blaine mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that?" Kurt asked, raising his eyebrows, and folding his arms across his chest.

"Nothing. Don't worry, babe." Blaine answered with a sigh. He took his last drag, and put the butt out on the ground with his leather boot.

"It didn't sound like nothing, Blaine." Kurt pressed on.

Blaine's eyes raked up and down his boyfriend's body. He licked his lips and clicked his tongue piercing against his teeth, but Kurt wasn't amused. "I said, Kurt, that your ass is fantastic in those jeans..." He growled in a low voice. All of a sudden, rushing forward, picking up a surprised Kurt, and causing the taller teen to squeak.

Kurt's breathing hitched as Blaine's strong body held him up, staring into his eyes. "Kiss me, Blaine..." Kurt blurted out, but still dazed from looking into those honey eyes.

So Blaine gently put his boyfriend back on the ground, wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, and pressed his lips to his. Kurt moaned, licking Blaine's bottom lip, leaving him grunted in response. He pressed his erection against Kurt's crotch, and Kurt panted when the need for air was necessary. Blaine nuzzled his face into the crook of Kurt's neck, smelling the boy's vanilla jasmine scent. He hummed with contentment. "I wish I could stay like this forever, Kurt. I love you."

Kurt felt Blaine smile adoringly against his neck as he answered, "I love you, too, baby."

"Oh great. It's you two. Figures you would spread that gay shit anywhere..."

Blaine and Kurt parted, to find Karofsky standing there with a look of pure disgust on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Blaine seethed, as he possessively pulled a terrified Kurt closer to him.

"Well, I was headed out to start early morning football practice, and ran into you two hom-" Karofsky started, but Blaine cut him off.

"Why does it seem like you're always around my boyfriend, jackass?" Blaine accused the Neanderthal.

Dave scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. "Oh, please, Anderson..."

Kurt's eyebrows raised, thinking about Blaine's statement. "Why ARE you always trying to follow me? Are you stalking me or something?" Kurt asked. Blaine doesn't know he kissed me...Kurt frowned.

"Psssh. Hardly, lady gay." Dave retorted.

Yeah, you're one to call me gay, Kurt thought.

Blaine stepped right up to the football players' personal space, not giving a damn. "Look, fuck-tard, you BETTER not be stalking him...and you BETTER keep your fucking distance if you want your BALLS...I suggest you BETTER BACK OFF...I know what you're up to. And I DON'T like it..." Blaine spat angrily in Dave's face.

"I-I don't know what you're t-talking about, Anderson. How about YOU gays stay the fuck away from ME, and we won't have ANY problems..." Dave said, balling his fists to his side in pure rage.

"W-What's he talking about, b-baby?" Kurt asked in a small voice from behind them both.

Blaine snapped out of his anger, turned to face his sweet boyfriend, (who still looked frightened at this point) and stepped back to join him. "Nothing, gorgeous. Don't worry about it. I got you."

Karofsky snorted. "I bet so, Anderson..."

Blaine surged forward, but Kurt stopped him. "Blaine, sweetie, let's go to class...h-he's...he's not worth it..."

Blaine immediately calmed down from that smooth, high voice.

Dave walked off to join his other teammates, shaking his head.

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Kurt and Blaine walked into English class, and Blaine sat down in his chair with a plop!

Fuck Karofsky...I KNOW something is up with him...he's always around MY Kurt. He NEEDS to back off...I'm going to kick his ass. Tomorrow. After school. Blaine thought angrily. He's not getting anywhere NEAR my Kurt anymore. I would do ANYTHING for Kurt. And if that means protecting him? So be it. No one is going to hurt him...they'll have to go through ME. He clicked his tongue ring against his white teeth, and wiped his hand on his leather pants.

"Baby?"

Blaine snapped out of it, upon hearing his boyfriend's voice. He turned to meet those safe, loving cerulean orbs, and he smiled. "Yeeees, Kurt?"

"Are you ok?" Kurt asked with a concerned expression, and he placed his hand on top of Blaine's.

"Yeah, great. I'm great. Why?" Blaine lied.

Kurt sighed. "I feel like you're not ok, or you're hiding something from me..." Kurt looked down at the desk with a frown.

Blaine flinched. "Nope. I'm dandy." He doesn't have to know I'm kicking Karofsky's ass tomorrow. Nope.

Class started, and Kurt was determined to distract Blaine from...whatever it was he was thinking about. He pulled out his phone to text him.

K: So...baby, what do you wanna do tonight? ;)

B: Not sure yet, Kurt.

That stung. Kurt thought sadly.

K: How about me, Blaine? xoxo

B: That can be arranged... ;) xoxo

Yes...good, keep going...Kurt thought, and continued with his texting seeing the smile that crept onto his boyfriends face reading the dirty text.

K: How do you want me, baby? I'll let you have me anyway you want me... :)

B: Is your dad working late?

K: Yepp. ;)

B: Every room in the house. Starting with the kitchen...have you bent over the counter. Then, the living room? Couch. With you writhing beneath me. Bedroom? I want you riding me, Kurt. How does THAT sound? ;)

Kurt's breathing hitched at the...bluntness of Blaine's text. Well, shit. Ok...That sounds...good. Yeah. Fucking good.

K: Fuck, I'm so damn hard right now, Blaine. Tease. :D

B: You asked, gorgeous...:P

That I did...Kurt thought, a blush creeping up his neck and cheeks.

Blaine went back to sulking...or rather, looking angry again. Kurt gently trailed his soft hand against Blaine's bicep.

Suddenly, Blaine got up with a huff, and mumbled a, "Fuck this, I need a cigarette..." as he left the classroom, hoisting his backpack up onto his shoulder.

Kurt sat back, a disappointed look on his face. Kurt wondered WHAT the hell was going on with Blaine. He wished Blaine would open up. Kurt was bewildered at his...suddenness to leave...

A tear made its way down Kurt's porcelain cheek as he whispered to no one in particular, "I hope I'm not losing him...".