"Why does school have to start so early in the morning and last so so long?" I asked as we sat at the lunch table.

"I know right? I hate Mondays. With a fiery and burning passion." Blaine said as the rest of the table hummed their agreement, too tired to even think about responding.

It seemed like that happened a lot lately. Everyone showing up Monday completely exhausted, not wanting to do anything but sleep. No one told us senior year was this tiring. The teachers decide to pile up homework every weekend, which of course we forget about and stay up all night the night before trying to finish it. We all might as well have an all nighter party… that way we at least have company to share in our misery.

As we walked out of the lunch room I said a quick good bye to Blaine and headed to my next class. And to make my Monday even better I was greeted with a grape slushy in my face. That wasn't even the worst part. When I was wiping the ice from my eyes, some douche bag decided it would be a grand idea to pour one down my back as well. I arched my back, trying to not let the ice come in contact with my skin, but it was too late.

I looked to who threw the slushy and saw the hockey team laughing as they glared down at me as one pushed me aside, making me come in contact with a locker, surely to leave a bruise on my shoulder.

Well I thought I was going to fourth period. I thought to myself as I made my way into the nearest restroom, which so happened to be that bathroom. I froze in front of it, just staring at the door.

I shook my head, trying to rid the horrible nightmares and memories associated with this room. I slowly raised my shaky hand and pushed it open, peering inside to make sure no one else was inside. I let out a sigh of relief when I realized there was no one.

I walked in and pulled out my phone and tapped out a text to Blaine.

Yay! After lunch desert special… make that two. Grrrrr.

I put it away and set to work on cleaning the dye and ice off my face. My phone buzzed.

Are you ok? Which one are you in?

I'm fine. I'm in the one by my locker. You don't have to come.

I pulled out my extra set of clothes that I always keep with me and stepped into the stall and quickly changed. When I stepped out, the door opened and I froze.

"Don't need my help, eh?"

I only rolled my eyes and made my way to the sink again, turning on the faucet and washing my hands. He grabbed a few paper towels and wet them before motioning for me to turn around and lean against the wall. I hesitated for a moment, my body starting to shake. I didn't know if it was from the coolness of the slushy still on my face or the memories that came flooding back.

He grabbed my hand, forcing me to look at him. He didn't need to say anything- his eyes said it all. I sighed as I leaned against the cold tiles, not daring to close my eyes, but focused them on the most important thing. Blaine.

He gave my forehead a light kiss and smiled.

"I'm so proud of you. You did it," he said as he locked his lips. "And you taste amazing. Usually I hate grape but on you... Mmmm."

He went in for another kiss, but I knew he just wanted to have some more. I pushed him away lightly, giving him a knowing look.

"Fine fine," he said smiling, setting to work on cleaning off the dye that still stained my face.

He moved the wet towel over my features slowly and gently, his eyes never leaving mine. When he reached my neck, he hit that sensitive spot that always makes me go weak. My heart started my beat out my chest, my breaths becoming more shallow as the towel moved closer to my collar bone.

"Well well well, what do we have here? Can I assume you are Kurt's mysterious boyfriend?"

"What are you doing here Trent?" I said through my teeth.

"I need to do my business, I wouldn't mind f you wanted to watch baby," he said with a wink, his lips curving up into a mischievous grin.

"I'd rather watch a stupid football game with a bunch of losers, while in sweats, eating junk food than even look at you."

"Come on sweetie, you know you want me. Even after all of those horrible things you said to me Friday- yeah, I remember everything, and funny thing is, I don't regret anything," he said stepping closer to us.

I knew he wouldn't hurt me, and I knew Blaine wouldn't let him, but I couldn't help but try to step closer against the wall.

Blaine squeezed my hand, stepping in front of me.

"Don't take another fucking step, or else you will regret it," Blaine said under his breath, looking up to the tall man as he neared closer.

"Oh come on... I'm sure plenty of guys have come after sweet Kurt before... I'm sure that you're more then willing to share," he said taking a step foreword again. Blaine's hand tightened around my hand as mine tightened around his. "Come on, let this beautiful creature choose," he said with a sly smile.

I cowered even more into the wall, Blaine moving back towards me so his back was flush against my chest, his hand still in mine. I leaned my head on his shoulder and let the tears come as the memories flooded back.

"Look what you did Blainey... You hurt his feelings. Obviously you can't make him happy like I can."

Blaine stepped forward, letting go of my hand. I collapsed on the ground and covered my face with my hands. I heard them shouting at each other and what sounded like someone being shoved against the wall. I smiled a little at the sight, how Blaine's arm was bent against his collar bone, standing on his tip toes to look him in the eyes, Trenton struggling to find a breath; fear in his eyes.

I could barely hear around my surroundings, everything happening in slow motion. There was visibly more shouting between the two men, and soon Blaine straggled backward when Trent shoved him back. I saw Trent raise his fist, but I was too slow to charge foreword before it connected with Blaine's eyes.

"That's enough!" I screamed, struggling to my feet and rushing to Blaine's side. I looked up to Trent who just stood there, arms crossed over his chest, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"You've done enough now. Just get out!" I said, glancing at Trent for a split second before turning my attention back to Blaine who had a bruise forming around his eye.

"Come on babe, obviously he's weak; I'm strong. I will protect you, I am the obvious choice. He's not worthy of your love."

Blaine opened his mouth to say something, still lying on the ground, but I spoke up.

"Get out Trent before I get the principal," I sneered through my gritted teeth.

His eyes flashed with worry, but passed as quickly as it came.

"We will see each other tomorrow," he said turning and heading out the door, but not before giving me a wink. I glared at him until the door shut and I turned my attention to Blaine.

"Are you alright? You hit the ground pretty hard," I said softly, helping him sit up.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I think I just earned myself a black eye though." He said, still nursing his eye. I gently took his wrist and pulled it away and tried not to gasp at the black bruise that had darkened from just a few minutes ago.

"That bad huh?"

"It's fine. Definitely got a black eye. Come on; let's get some ice for that."

"We still need to finish getting you cleaned up." He said as I helped him to stand.

"Don't worry about me. It's something I can take care of later. This we need to take care of now."

He rolled his eyes, but followed me out and down to the nurse's office.

Before we got there he stopped and I turned to him.

"No one needs to know about that, alright?"

"Blaine... you don't have to tell me twice," I said, grabbing his hand and walking again.

"I just don't want to piss this guy off even more if we tell. I don't want to put you in any danger with that guy. Especially since he's your freaking partner in chemistry class." He paused for a moment and turned to me, a hint of realization on his face. "So this is why you keep things from me. Why you don't want other people to know about what happens."

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously, my eyes fixed on the hallway in front of me.

"How you just want to protect those around you, you don't want others to get hurt. It's why you don't tell dad or Finn anything... or at least you don't like to."

I only smiled. "You just won extra points for the day, Blaine Anderson. You finally understand."

I saw him smile satisfactorily out of the corner of my eye and I couldn't help but turn the corners of mouth up even more than before. But there was still one more question to be answered.

"Blaine, how in the world are you going to hide it?"

"Concealer. Works like a charm for the wonderful marks you leave on me," He said with a smirk. I lightly punched him in the arm before walking once more.


"Blaine, just let me drive," I said persistently.

"I'm pretty sure a black eye doesn't mean that I can't drive. I'm seriously fine," he said, backing away to the driver's side.

I quickly moved to him, grabbing at the keys, but his hands had too strong of a hold on them.

"Blaine..."

"Kurt..."

"Come on, just let me drive. You look absolutely exhausted. You can sleep on the way," I said, my hands still having a firm grip on the keys.

"Kurt, let go. It's only a fifteen minute drive... I think I can handle it," he said slowly.

I breathed in deeply, knowing that I had clearly lost the fight. I let go of the keys and climbed into the passenger door, settling into the seat.

It was now five pm. Glee club had run extra long because Rachel insisted that we stayed longer to rehearse… despite the fact that Mr. Shue had already left to go home. We were both tired, and frustrated; that much was obvious. I felt his hand in mine, so warm and comforting.

"I'm sorry, Kurt. You look like you could use an hour nap. Therefore, I drive, while listening to Gaga, while you sleep.

"Uhhh, no. Since you won't let me drive, then I will stay awake to talk to you and keep you company. By the way, how's your eye?"

"It doesn't sting anymore... I think it's good," he said, lightly touching around his eye.

I nodded, glancing at the keys in the ignition, realizing that Blaine hadn't even turn the car on.

"What're you looking at?" I asked, my irritation and fatigue getting the better of me.

He reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You are so adorable when you're angry."

He leaned over and gave my cheek a chaste kiss, but he never backed away. His face stayed inches away from mine, blue eyes staring into hazel.

"There's no one else here." He said, slowly leaning forward to meet my neck. He then moved to my lips.

"Gosh your lips are delicious."

"Blaaaaainne." I said smiling into the kiss, any sign of anger or sleepiness gone. He retreated to the backseat, pulling me along with him so I was on top of him.

"Just relax." He whispered into my ear before nibbling on it and kissing the spot behind it. I moaned with delight, as I leaned my forehead on his shoulder. "Just forget about today and yesterday and tomorrow. It's just you and me."

"I love you Blaine," I mumbled into his shoulder.

"I love you more." He said, his hands exploring my body.

"Blaine… we really need to get home. I feel like I'm going to ruin the mood by falling asleep in the middle." I said into his shoulder. He shivered slightly and I saw goose bumps rise on his neck.

"Fine fine. But you owe me."

"Oh, I know." I said as I climbed my way into the front seat again. He joined me and grabbed my hand again, giving it a tight squeeze before turning on the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot.

"Oh come on Kurt! We have to sing this!" He said eagerly turning up the volume.

Made a wrong turn, once or twice

I only made it through the first verse though and soon I was in my own little dreamland, listening to only his wonderful voice. It didn't last long though.

I slowly opened my eyes and smiled at him who was now singing Tik Tok. I rubbed his arm gently. He glanced over to me and smiled when he returned his eyes to the road.

"Have a nice nap?"

"I'm sorry, I told you I was going to stay awake. How long was I out?" I asked as I rubbed my eyes.

"Don't worry about it. You needed the sleep. But, not long. Oh just to let you know, Carole called and asked if we could stop at the mall. She needs more lotion and she said she only trusted you to pick out the right one."

I looked at the clock to see it was six. It was already dark out, the moon giving just a little bit of light along with the street lamps. By the time we got onto the freeway it would be rush hour.

"I have a lot of homework to do..."

"She said that she would give you spending money for clothes," he bribed, everyone knowing that I couldn't say no to that.

I had a gut feeling that I should say no, that I should say that I just needed to get home, but I gave in anyway.

"I do need another pair of jeans..."

"Do you need them or do you want them?"

"Blaine is there really a difference?"

He sighed, flashing me a smile and grabbing my hand.

He pulled onto the first on ramp and onto the freeway, moving slowly through traffic. It took awhile but he finally made it into the far left lane.

As we passed another on ramp a few minutes later, we saw a black pickup speed into traffic, going at least ten over. It swerved in between cars, making car horns blare, until it was in the lane next to ours almost right beside us.

"This only goes to prove that teenagers shouldn't drink," he said as he looked over to the truck full of drunken teenagers worriedly, making sure they didn't get too close.

"I do recall a certain man who tried to wrestle his keys back, saying that he was sober enough to drive... Despite the fact that he fell on his ass in the process."

"You pushed me!" He said in defence.

"Blaine... You fell backwards when I pulled you forward."

He only scoffed in response, suddenly moving car sideways a little as the truck moved a little towards our way.

"Dammit! I missed the exit," his grip on the wheel tightening.

"Calm down sweetie, just take the next one."

He grumbled in response. I reached out and took his hand that was closest to me and rested it on the center console, rubbing the top with my thumb.

The sound of screeching tires went through the silence of the dark night, and car owners continued to lay on their horns. I looked over to Blaine who looked panicked as he looked at the truck again.

The teenagers must have seen our joined hands because they gave us the finger, rolling down their windows, throwing names at us. I felt a sudden jolt, and Blaine let go of my hand, gripping the steering wheel trying to gain control of the car once more.

"Stupid bastards," he said under his breath.

"Blaine, look out!" I said, pointing to the car that had stopped in front of us. He slammed on his breaks, instinctively putting his stiff arm out against my chest so I didn't go flying through the window. We stopped in record speed, inches away from the cars bumper.

We both laughed monotonously, as he let his arm relax and his hand rested on my thigh.

"Sorry about that," he said as he continued to press on the gas when the car in front of him started moving at a reasonable speed.

I laid my hand on his and smiled, catching a glimpse at the truck that was inches in front of us, still swerving in between lanes. I could tell Blaine was nervous and dying to find the exit soon because his grip on my thigh only tightened as the truck seemed to get closer.

"Ahh finally the exit," Blaine said, smiling and sighing in relief. I couldn't help but sigh as well, happy that we would get out of this mess soon.

"Finally… I just want- Blaine!"

The truck's bumper came in contact with our fender, making us spin uncontrollably from the force of impact. Again, Blaine's arm went over my chest as he turned the wheel to try to gain control again- but it was a useless attempt.

I stared wide eyed at Blaine as we crashed into several cars across the lanes, car horns sounding too distant. As we neared the median on the far left, Blaine looked my way; his eyes desperate for his hazel eyes to meet my blue ones.

I saw his mouth move in simple syllables, a short phrase, but I heard nothing. I wanted so badly to hear his voice but everything around me was quiet, and in slow motion. I only took his hand that was not across my chest, and gave it one last squeeze before it all went black.


A very very special thank you to the amazing Kuro Garyuu for helping me with writing some of this.

and please don't hate me too much... especially since you probably won't get another update till wednesday... and if not Saturday... Please don't hate me. :(