Thank you to my besite taylorjay (Yes this is her fanfiction name) for giving me ideas for this chapter... by the way you should read her stories... they're pretty awesome. :D

"Blaine, turn that damn alarm off! Blaine!"

Finally the sound ceased and there was silence as he rolled over and pulled me closer to his chest and kissed the back of my neck.

"How you feelin sweetie?"

I shrugged.

"Better... Wait how did I get in bed?" I asked, now aware of where I was.

He chuckled. "You fell asleep towards the end of the fourth quarter. I carried you up here."

I rolled over and smiled. "You're so strong," I said simply, brushing a loose curl away from his face.

He kissed the tip of my nose and crawled slowly out of bed.

"Feel like going to school today?" he asked as he walked to the dresser.

"Yeah I think I'll be alright... I need to face it sometime."

I closed my eyes and a thought flashed through my mind. It had been two weeks. Exactly two weeks since my whole life turned upside down. I felt a tear fall down my cheek and onto the pillow beneath me.

"B-Blaine?" I managed to choke out as I sat up slightly as more tears came.

He turned around smiling, but it faded when he noticed my tears. He walked over, not fast, but in a determined way and sat on the edge of the bed, and wiped the tears away with the pad of his thumb.

"I know sweetie... I know," he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. I didn't know if he meant he knew that I was scared or if he knew it had been two weeks... either way he knew what I felt.

"I can't b-believe it's been two weeks... two weeks Blaine..." I let out a long breath. "This sucks..." I mumbled into his chest.

I sat up and he let his hand frame my face, starting at my forehead and slowly dropping it down my cheek and under my chin. He brought his own face foreword and our lips met, a small, sweet kiss that meant everything.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered as he brought a hand up to stroke my cheek with the back of fingers. I smiled and closed my eyes at the comforting touch, the way it calmed me. "You'll get through this, because you are so strong, Kurt. And I will be there the whole time, and when I can't be by your side, I'm just a text away."

I gave him a small smile, and he returned it, slowly getting off of the bed and walking out of the room to the bathroom.

I sighed happily, and climbed out of bed, and went over to the closet. I really had no interest in what I wore today, so I chose dark blue skinny jeans, and a plain white shirt, complemented with a black scarf, deciding to wear my black pea coat over the ensemble.

As I tugged on my jeans (Which took forever) Blaine walked in and grinned at the sight.

"What are you staring at, Anderson?" I asked as he stared wide eyed in my direction. The only thing was he wasn't looking at my eyes, but south. He snapped out of his gaze and hazel met blue.

"You know those jeans make me go crazy... why must you torture me?" he asked as he walked over to me and placed his thumbs through the belt loops.

"Blaine, I need to finish getting ready... I'd rather not be late after not being there for nearly a week."

"Fine fine... Finn just told me that he would drive us to school... he's leaving in forty- five minutes... can you get ready that fast?"

"If I work quickly I guess..." I said as I moved out of his grip and to the vanity.

"You alright?" Blaine whispered as we walked into school, hand in hand.

"Yeah... surprisingly I am. I think today's going to be good," I said optimistically. And what surprised me even more was that what I had just said was the truth.

"Alright, I'll be here after class. Remember, I'm just a text and away and I can be anywhere in five minutes," he said as we stood in front of my first class.

"Thank you," I said as he looked around and quickly kissed my cheek. He gave my hands one last squeeze and he was off to his own class.

First period went by slowly like it always did. English was never really my strongest subject. Sure it was easy and I still was able to pull and A all through high school... I just hated the subject with a passion.

Fifty- five minutes later and I was waiting outside the door when I saw him walking down the hall.

"So how was a whole hour without me?" he asked as he grabbed my hand and walked me to Chemistry- our only class together.

"You know I can survive without you..." I said. He only flashed me a look that said "now tell the truth". "Fine... I can go at least an hour without you... I feel like I'm too clingy."

"Trust me love, it's like heaven when I get to spend time with you... except that it's way better then heaven."

We both smiled at each other and walked into the classroom just as the bell rung. We separated hands so that we could make our way to our seats, mine in the back on the right, his in front on the left. It always felt like the earth was in between us.

As I sat in my seat, I looked to my left to see someone sitting in the usually vacant seat.

"Hi, my name's Trent. You must be Kurt," he whispered quietly so the teacher wouldn't hear.

I held out my hand and smiled as he returned the gesture.

"I transferred here last week. Ms. Turnbow told me to expect you back this week," he said, his green eyes sparkling in the light.

He was taller than me; his legs bent up slightly more then mine when his feet touched the floor, his head a couple inches above me. He was slender but toned, with biceps only an athlete would bear, his clothes fitting perfectly to his body.

I nodded at the fact he shared and turned my attention back to the board, but not before I saw Blaine look back from his seat and smile at me as our eyes met. I jotted down the notes that were being written and I saw Trent staring at me out of the corner of my eye.

"Can you see the board? I can let you look off my notebook if you want..." I said slowly, wondering if that was why he was staring at me.

He only smiled slyly, resting his hand on my thigh. I tensed at the unwanted touch, trying not to inhale too loudly. I saw Blaine look back, and narrowed his eyes as he saw the look on my face which had to be horror.

Are you alright? He mouthed to me from across the room. I only nodded, looking to the board again, trying not to concentrate on the hand that was still on my thigh. I saw Blaine still staring at me, but soon turned away to take his own notes.

"You are so beautiful... anyone tell you that?" he whispered in a low, almost seductive voice.

"Yeah... uh actually m-my boyfriend has said t-that a few times..." I stuttered, taking his wrist in my index finger and thumb, moving his hand away.

"Ahhh, a boyfriend I have to compete for... I could deal with that. What's his name?"

I ignored him, not wanting anything to do with him anymore. I jumped when his hand went back to my thigh, a little too close to my groin, and squeezed it slightly. I jumped out of my seat, causing most of the eyes to go to me.

"Mr. Hummel, is anything wrong?" Ms. Turnbow asked, a hint of worry but also annoyance in her voice.

"Uhhh... uhhh can I use the restroom?" I managed to get out, glancing to Blaine with a pleading look. He caught it and nodded, standing up and whispering something to the teacher who only smiled softly in my direction.

I walked out quickly, not making eye contact with the boy sitting at the desk, my eyes in front of me, wishing that this day was suddenly over.

Once I was outside the classroom I leaned against the wall, hunched over with my hands on my knees. Blaine had followed close behind me with a hand on my back rubbing soft circles into my back.

"What's wrong? He whispered softly.

I sat up and leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes, wishing for the world to vanish and let it be just me and Blaine. I slowly opened them and saw that not only did my dream not come true, but everything was happening all over again.

"I'm just stressed... I'm sorry. Two class periods in and I'm already overworked with homework."

I wanted to tell him the truth, I did. Just not here. I needed the safety of my own home when I did it.

"Will you tell me the truth when we get home?" He asked, leaning one of his shoulders against the wall. I only nodded, hating the fact that he could see through everything.

"Alright, do you want to go back in there or go to the nurse?" he asked as he straightened himself, and stood in front of me. I took his and hand and squeezed it before going back in the dreaded classroom.

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly after the whole Trent thing that happened that morning. I found out that he was in my music theory class as well, but luckily he was on the opposite side of the room. But that didn't stop him from staring at me, giving me a wink when I chanced a look.

Finally the final bell rang and I stood to gather my things and headed to the choir room.

"Hey, I thought you were going to wait for me," Blaine said as he caught up with me, grabbing my elbow gently.

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking all too much..." I said with a small shrug. "Can you drive me home? I'm not feeling up for Glee club today."

"Sure, are you feeling alright?" he asked as he slipped his hand into mine as we walked down the now not so crowded hallways. I didn't bother to answer, not really knowing the truth myself.

Luckily we ran into Finn and asked if he could get Rachel to drive him back. They both agreed and Blaine took the keys from the taller man before setting off towards the parking lot.

Once we located the car, I climbed into the passenger seat and leaned my head against the head rest and let out a sigh of relief.

The ride back to the house was silent, our hands joined on the centre console, me relaxing each minute from the glorious touch.

We had finally made it home ten minutes later and climbed out of the car and walked into the house. We were almost surprised to find the house empty, at least expecting Carole to be there, but we realized that she had picked up the extra shift at the hospital.

We made our way up to my room and climbed on to the bed, facing each other.

"I hate that new guy already... something doesn't seem right about him..." I said, letting my voice trail off.

"What happened today?"

"He flirted with me and blah blah blah... the worst part was when he actually touched me on the thigh twice... the last one was a little too close..."

He only nodded in understanding, grabbing my hands and holding them in mid air, just staring at them.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know... you have adorable hands... they're so soft..."

"Are you high?"

"High off you baby?"

I snorted which turned to full blown laughter. I laid down on my side, body shaking with the incontrollable amusement that took over me, a few tears rolling down my cheeks. But the difference between these tears and the tears I shed just this morning was that these ones showed my happiness.

Blaine joined in a short time later, rolling on the bed beside me, clutching his stomach. I couldn't comprehend why we felt that was so funny, because obviously it wasn't as funny as we were making it out to be.

As our laughter died down, we faced each other, and he kissed my nose lightly.

"I love you," he said as he drew me in closer to his body.

"I love you more..."

"Well it looks like we'll both have to be super jealous... I have Sebastian and now you have Trent... Hey! Maybe we can set them up or something! Now that would be something."

I only shook my head and smiled. "Sebastian's only after those who are short, adorable, and handsome... Trent is none of those." I stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Then why is he after me?" he asked with a smile. I swatted playfully at his arm and our lips met for a few seconds, sharing the sweet passionate kiss.

"You know you can go to Glee club..." I said quietly as I played with the tan bedspread.

"I would much rather be here with you then anywhere in the world..."

"You're so cheesy Blaine... I love it," I said as I met his lips once more.

He moaned and rolled me over so I was on my back, him hovering above me, deepening the kiss. I grabbed at the back of his neck and begged him to come closer. He obeyed and our bodies became one against each other.

This was going to be one hell of a good way to end the horrible Monday.

my only excuse for this bery poorly written chapter is that i'm sick and my mind is crazy and tired and high off of amazing drugs... YAY FOR NIGHQUIL AND DAYQUIL! :D anyway i hope you liked it anyway...

i have some pretty interesting ideas for Trent so stay tuned with that... he probably won't have like this big part in this story but he'lll still be there every so often. :D