Author's note: Here's chapter 9! Sorry it's a day late! Hope you enjoy! -A&K

Disclaimer: We don't own Glee or any songs used.

Warning: slight violence (ahem scene from Never Been Kissed ahem)

Chapter 9:

Wes:

"Wes, what's the answer to number three?"

"Blaine, I'm not giving you the answer."

"But, I'm injured!"

"Does your brain still work?" Blaine scowled at me.

"Wes!" He whined. "I thought we were friends."

"We are friends, but I am not helping you cheat."

We were sitting in the library working on our history assignment during study hall. David would be joining us momentarily and Blaine was being his typical self by trying to milk his sprained ankle to get out of doing any work himself. He was staring at me, but I refused to look at him. No way was he using the Anderson puppy dog eyes on me.

"Blaine, I'd be happy to help you, but I'm not just giving you the answers. Number three is super easy anyway." He huffed and dropped his head onto the table.

"Ugh, you're impossible. Why do you have to be such a stickler for the rules?"

"Rules keep society from crumbling into anarchy. Look, Kurt is in our history class. Why don't you bat your eyes at him and I'm sure he will give you the answer." Lifting his head a little, Blaine rested his chin on his arms and stared off into the distance.

"I've texted him a few times, but things have been... odd with us."

This was news to me. The last few times I had seen them together they seemed like they were becoming friendly. I was so close to winning the bet we all had going.

"What do you mean by odd? I though you guys had been hanging out?" He nodded. "And the sessions with Miss Pillsbury?"

"We were hanging out and those have been fine, but... I don't know. After he came to my house that time, it's like he's been... avoiding me or something. I mean, we've been seeing each other in class and working at the shop, but there's not much time to talk. And he doesn't seem to want to talk. The other day we had to scrape gum off of desks and he turned music on really loud. I don't know. It just seems weird. We did talk for a minute after the game, but he still acted off. I thought he was just tired, but I just don't know." David trotted in and slipped into the seat next to me. He took one look at us and frowned.

"Okay, I'm sensing some dark vibes over here. What's wrong?"

"It's Hummel." I replied. David nodded like that explained everything. Blaine just rolled his eyes.

"I just don't get it. I wish I knew what I did to upset him." David patted Blaine on the shoulder. He was always so much better at giving advice than me.

"Why don't you call him and ask to see him? Then you can talk. I'm sure you can work it out. It may not have anything to do with you. Maybe he's got something else going on?" Blaine nodded and smiled dimly.

"Thanks. Maybe I will. Right after I have a little talk with Karofsky about the bullshit that was Friday night's game."

We were all still pretty pissed about that. I wanted to have a conversation with him too, but Blaine made us promise not to say anything. David's lips were pursed and his eyes had narrowed.

"What he pulled was shitty, but don't get into another fight, Blaine. The last thing you need right now is more trouble. At least let us come back you up."

"I don't want you guys involved. He obviously has a problem with Kurt and since we have been trying to get along, he has taken offense. I heard Coach chewed his ass about it, but I want my turn." David and I shared a look. Without speaking, I knew David was concerned about Blaine losing his shit. He definitely has a temper. I shot him a look back that said we would keep an eye on him. David nodded. Blaine was rubbing his eyes and ruffling his bushy hair.

"Okay, let's get this over with so I can call Kurt." He grinned mischievously at David. "Hey, bro, what's the answer to number three?" David grinned back.

"Sure, bro. It's D." Blaine thanked him and stuck his tongue at me in a super mature way. He squinted down at his book. He should stop being so damn vain and put on his glasses.

"See, David is a real friend. He actually... hey, D isn't an answer?" David laughed.

"Sure it is. It's the option for looking the answer up yourself."

"Nice!" I snorted and high-fived David. Blaine sneered at us and gathered up his stuff.

"You are both assholes." He shouldered his bag and hobbled off on his crutch. David shook his head and smiled.

"So, how long until the fifty is yours?" I leaned back.

"As long as they are together by tonight, it's mine."

"Good luck. They are still pretty oblivious I think." I nodded. They were, but I had faith. I just got back to my homework.

...

Kurt:

The bell finally rang, freeing us from Home Economics class. I normally enjoyed this class, but I was way too distracted to bake a cake today.

Stupid Blaine. It was all his fault! I haven't been able to think of anything but his beautiful face and his laugh and his lips and his arms... Ugh! I groaned and smacked myself in the face. I had to stop this. I had to get over this crush. Avoiding him hadn't helped because now I just worried about his ankle and how he was doing. How did this happen? How did I go from from hating Blaine just a few weeks ago to whatever the hell this was? I suddenly felt a little bad for judging everyone in glee club for their relationship woes. This wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I couldn't get Blaine out of my head, especially when he had somehow changed my ringtone again.

Happy birthday!

So let me get you in your birthday suit!

It's time to bring out the big balloons!

So let me get you in your birthday suit!

It's time to bring out the big, big, big, big, big, big balloons!

I stabbed the decline button on my screen without even looking at who was calling and tried to ignore all the judgmental looks being thrown my way. I realized after the call was ended that it was Blaine who had tried to call me. My heart sped up with excitement and panic. Why was he calling me? This didn't make any sense! Blaine's never called me before unless he was trying to embarrass me. Just then, a text pinged in.

From Blaine: why didn't you answer? :( I know you don't have class

How does he know my schedule? Am I dreaming this? I pinched myself. Ow! Nope, not dreaming. I texted back as I maneuvered through the halls.

To Blaine: I was too busy having a heart attack. You are making me loath Katy Perry btw.

From Blaine: lol took you long enough to figure that one out. I changed it like 2 days ago. And it's impossible to hate Katy. Please.

The reply was almost instant. He must have been in study hall. So he could do nothing but text me. Wonderful.

From Blaine: anyway, answer my call. I wanna talk to you

No, no, no! He couldn't call me! I panicked a little and shot off two quick texts before switching books.

To Blaine: You can't call me!

To Blaine: I have class. No time. Just text please

Smooth.

From Blaine: :,( I hope you're happy. That's me crying. You made me cry

I leaned against the wall next to my French class. I hated myself for how much I wanted him to call me. For how much I wanted to hear his voice and to flirt with him. Ugh.

From Blaine: seriously though, can we talk soon? Maybe after school and practice?

I couldn't be in a car with him. I would do something stupid. Like kiss him. Or lick his face. God, I'm a mess.

To Blaine: I'm leaving practice early. What do you want to talk about?

From Blaine: it's fine. It can wait. Are you ok?

No.

To Blaine: Yeah fine! Just busy. I have class so I'll see you later

From Blaine: ok. See you :)

I sighed and threw my phone into my bag. It was on silent now and I decided to store it in my locker for the rest of the day so I wouldn't be tempted to do something insane like call Blaine. Maybe I could fake a stomach ache and skip Cheerio practice this afternoon. My stomach was actually all messed up from all the stress. As I pulled out my notebook and pen, I wondered what Blaine could want to talk to me about. Better to not get my hopes up. A commotion in the hallway made me look up just in time to see Dave Karofsky storming by. He stopped when he saw me and just glared. I felt my eyebrow shoot up in question, but he just growled and stomped off. That was odd. Oh well. Not my problem another jock was throwing a tantrum.

...

Blaine:

Something is definitely up with Kurt. I have been racking my brain trying to think of what dumb thing I might have done or said to make him upset with me, but I keep coming up with nothing. We had been hitting it off lately and I have been finding myself wanting to spend more and more time with him. He got along amazing with all my family he had met and we had talked after the game. But he had been weird before that too.

I looked down to see the last text from Kurt saying he was fine and he had class. As I answered him, I decided I would try to catch Kurt before practice. He would definitely stop by the locker room to get his stuff and change. Then I would get to the bottom of it. Just then, a letterman jacket caught my eye.

"Karofsky, just the guy I wanted to see." He looked up sharply from where he had been talking to Azimio and narrowed his eyes at me.

"What do you want, Anderson?" I realized in the back of my head that these were two huge guys against a short guy with a sprained ankle, but I was banking on the fact that I could probably use my crutch as a weapon. Maybe.

"Well, what I want is a goddamn explanation for Friday night! Everyone said you had my back until you didn't. So, do explain whose ass you were too busy looking at to keep my ankle from getting fucked up?" He flushed scarlet and got up in my face. Of course, he had to bend down to do that, but I wasn't going to show any fear.

"I was covering Mike. I though Nick was throwing the ball to him. It was a mistake. Don't be such a sensitive girl." The way he said it, like it was some big joke, let me know he was lying. I clenched my fists and got so close to his face that our noses were almost touching.

"You're a piece of shit, Karofsky. I hope Bieste kicks you off the team. I may not know much, but I know you are a homophobic asshole who thinks he's better than everyone else. Is that why you fucked me over? Because I'm friends with Kurt now? You afraid the gays are all gonna band together and gay up the whole school?" I was practically spitting on him at this point and he was breathing really heavy. When he finally spoke, it was through gritted teeth.

"Don't push me. Not today, Anderson. You don't know a fucking thing!" He shoved me and ran away out the door with Azimio trailing behind after he shot me a dirty look. Someone handed me my crutch back from where it had fallen.

"Thanks." I looked up to see Chandler smiling at me.

"No, thank you. It's not everyday that another football player stands up for us." I shrug, uncomfortable with all the eyes on me now.

"I am one of you. I'm gay too and I'm over being treated like garbage for it. He can go fuck himself." I shifted my backpack and fixed my crutch again. "Besides, I've seen Kurt give him hell for it a lot. That is not something you want coming at you either." He laughed, but seemed a little off. I watched him clean the lenses on his glasses and a thought occurred to me. "Say, you and Kurt are friends, right?" Chandler's eyes widened a little.

"Yeah, why?"

"Has he been... okay? Like, hasn't he seemed a little weird to you lately?" Chandler stared at me for a few seconds. He still looked suspicious, but seemed like he made his mind up.

"Kurt is fine. He's just... dealing with something. If I were you, I would corner him and ask him. I think he just needs someone to talk to." I knew it. I bet Karofsky was picking on him.

"Alright. Thanks, Chandler. You're alright." He smiled and me and pushed his glasses up.

"You're alright too, Blaine." He was gone with a wave and I knew I had some planning to do.

...

Karofsky:

I was panicking. Things had been escalating all day and I couldn't get his face out of my mind.

Kurt fucking Hummel.

Why? Why did it have to be him? Why did I have to have these... feelings toward guys? I tried so hard to make it work with girls. I really did. But when you you have a girl practically naked all over you and you can't get it up, it's time to face facts.

It's fine. I'll just pretend while I'm in high school and then I can get it out of my system when I go off to college. My family can't know. I'm about ninety-nine percent sure that my mom would kick me out. My dad would look at me differently. They can't find out.

So maybe I'm too hard on Chandler and now Kurt. I can't help it! Every time I see them, getting to be whoever they want with no repercussions, I snap. It's not fair!

The game was a mistake. I should have covered Blaine. But when I looked over and saw Kurt staring at him instead of me, I let him take the hit. I just had to get through today and it would be fine. I headed towards football practice and caught sight of Cheerio uniforms. And of course, there he was. He was like a beacon and I couldn't get away. Smiling like he didn't have a care in the world. I hate him. I want him.

Before I knew it, I had slapped his phone out of his hand and I started running. I got to the locker room and he stormed in behind me.

"Hey! That's it, I've had enough! I'm talking to you!"

I didn't look at him. I couldn't.

"Girl's locker room is next door." I heard myself say. He needed to go.

"What's your problem?"

Don't do it, Dave. Ignore him.

"Excuse me?"

"With me and Chandler! And Blaine!"

"My problem is I don't want to have to worry about you queers peeking at my junk in here."

Go away!

"Oh yeah, every straight guys nightmare! All us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you! Well guess what, Ham-hock? You're not my type!"

I whipped around and he was up in my face, staring me down with those eyes. They flashed with anger and I felt myself getting angry too. How dare he? Didn't he know how much I wanted him?

"That right?"

"Yeah! I don't like chubby boys who sweat too much and are going to be bald by the time they are thirty!"

That hurt. He had no idea what it was like to want someone you couldn't have.

"Don't push me, Hummel!"

He got up in my face even more. He had steely determination. Like I couldn't do anything to him. Like I couldn't break his heart like he could break mine so easily.

"You gonna hit me? Do it."

"Don't push me!"

"Hit me! It's not going to change who I am! You can't punch the gay out of me any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!"

He shoved me. God, I was gonna lose it. I had to get away.

"Get out of my face!"

He got closer and shoved his finger in my face. His lips were so close.

"You're nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!"

I gave in. I kissed him. He was practically begging for it. Maybe that's why he followed me in there. Maybe he wanted it. I hoped that was true for a few blissful seconds.

Then I saw his face. He was crying and his eyes were widened in horror. He looked like he wanted to puke and I couldn't help it. I just ran.

He would tell everyone. Maybe I wanted everyone to know so I could stop hiding. There was no way he would keep things a secret after all the things I did to him and Chandler.

My life was over.

...

Blaine:

I waited by Kurt's car for half an hour. When he didn't show, I figured he ended up staying for. Cheerio practice after all. The one good thing about have a sprained ankle was that I didn't have to go to football practice. Well, and I guilted Nick into giving me his Skittles.

My ankle was actually feeling much better and I was able to walk on it more as I headed to the locker room. My plan was to wait in there where I knew Kurt would have to get changed and I could sit and rest my ankle until he was ready. Perfect. I would guilt him into driving me home whether he wanted to or not. He couldn't say no to a crippled kid with no ride.

I pushed open the door to the locker room and heard a quiet sobbing. Coach Sylvester must have threatened to shoot Brittany out of a cannon again. Except, when I rounded the corner it wasn't Brittany crying; it was Kurt. He was a mess. His eyes were red and puffy and he had snot and tears running all over his face. It should have grossed me out, but I just had a strong urge to hold him.

"Kurt! What's wrong? Are you ok?" He looked up at me like a startled deer and balled up against the wall. We may always pick on each other, but I would never intentionally hurt him this bad.

"Go away!"

"No! What happened? Are you hurt?" Kurt's hand flew up to his lips and he sobbed again.

"Yes... no... god, just leave me alone Blaine!" I licked my lips and crouched down. The next thing I knew, I was hugging him to my chest. He stiffened for a minute and then I felt him relax a little. I rubbed his back the way I liked my mom to do when I was a kid. His sobbing finally turned into soft crying with a few small hiccups, his hands clutching at my shirt a little. I leaned back and looked into his distraught eyes.

"Please tell me what's wrong?"

"Karofsky... He- he was yelling at me and I was yelling at him. I thought he was going to punch me. I told him to punch me..." More tears poured down. I felt heat on the back of my neck.

"He hit you? Where? I swear I'll beat the shit out of him!" Kurt shook his head vehemently.

"No, I thought he would, but he didn't. He... he kissed me." Kurt paled and looked like he might be sick. This was worse than hitting. I felt like the room was spinning and the floor was giving way. They kissed? Why? Kurt actually liked him? Why?

"You kissed him?" I didn't mean it to sound so accusatory, but it did. Kurt leveled me with a glare. I was kind of glad to see his fire come back a little. Mad Kurt I can deal with; I can't handle sad Kurt.

"No! HE kissed ME! I didn't know he was going to! I didn't even know he was gay!" He sighed and sniffed. "I just feel so... gross. So violated." I didn't understand the relief I felt flow through me after he said that. I felt a little guilty about that, but now wasn't the time to worry about dissecting my feelings.

"We will deal with him later. Let's get you home right now, okay?" He nodded at me and walked to the sink to wash his face. I picked up his bag for him and waited until he had finished. He walked beside me, arms wrapped around himself tightly. I put my arm around his shoulders and led him to his car. He didn't talk the whole time I got him strapped in and his bag put away. It was only when I hopped into the passenger seat that he blinked and eyed me.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm taking you home. Well, you're driving, but you shouldn't be alone right now. I'll get Cooper or mom to pick me up from your house." He stared hard at me. I saw the old Kurt fighting through.

"That's silly. It's a farther drive to my house than the school." Kurt sounded stuffy, like he had a cold. I shrugged.

"It's fine." He shook his head.

"No, it will save them gas if they just-" I grabbed his hand and squeezed as he drew in a sharp breath. I looked at him until I caught his eyes. He just looked tired now.

"I'm not leaving you alone. If my ankle wasn't screwed up, I'd be driving. I'm coming with you, okay?" A pitifully small smile tipped the corners of his mouth up.

"Okay." He started the car and I reluctantly let go of his hand. It was very quiet the first few minutes. I glanced over at him. He was subdued, but he seemed better.

"So, what are you telling your dad?" He clenched his jaw.

"I'm not."

"You're not telling him what? About the kiss or who it was?"

"Any of it." I gaped are him.

"Kurt! You have to tell him! He deserves to be expelled! He fucking assaulted you!"

"If I tell, I'll out him. To the whole school. I can handle this alone."

"Um, he outed himself when he fucking assaulted you!"

"He didn't actually assault me, he just kissed me."

"That's assault. He assaulted you."

"Would you stop saying assaulted!" I pouted.

"Well, he did." Kurt tighten his grip on the steering wheel.

"Look, he's obviously confused and I did antagonize him-"

"No, Kurt! Don't you fucking dare say this was your fault!" He took a shuddering breath.

"I know. I just... I'm not telling anyone."

"Well, I'm telling everyone. I'm telling my goddamn housekeeper." I muttered darkly. Kurt slammed his foot into the brakes, jerking me forward. I braced myself against the glove compartment as we glared at each other.

"You are not telling anyone! I don't want anyone to know!" He dug his hands into his hair, messing it up. It worked on him. It looked like he had sex hair. I figured now wasn't the time to bring it up, though. Seriously, what the hell was wrong with me? He sighed and bowed his head. "Blaine, I don't want my dad to find out. He's had heart problems and I don't want him to worry. You can't tell anyone. Besides, it's just not right. I won't out him." I took a deep breath and bit the inside of my cheek. I really didn't like this, but it was Kurt's decision.

"Fine. But if he says or does anything else to you, we go to Principal Figgins and your dad. Okay?" He nodded.

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"I promise." He gave me a tiny smile and suddenly, I felt just a little better.

...

Songs used:

Birthday by Katy Perry