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Chapter 10:

Kurt:

I really didn't want to go to school today. I honestly don't want to ever go back to school. After what happened yesterday, I was slightly terrified to go within ten feet of Karofsky. Blaine came home with me and stayed with me until dad got home. I don't want to say I fell for him even more, but I did. He was so worried about me. I know it didn't mean anything. I wasn't so naive to think that I was special. Blaine may have been with every guy in Lima, but he was just being nice.

I forced myself out of bed and started getting ready for school. I was feeling so depressed that I considered wearing the same outfit I wore once already this week. I just didn't have to energy to be creative today. A knock at my door pulled me out of my racing thoughts.

"Hey bud, you want some breakfast before school?" Dad was already dressed in his usual coveralls and baseball cap. The familiarity was comforting. I really wanted to let him wrap me up in a big hug, but he would know something was wrong. I forced cheerfulness into my voice as I tried to tame my hair into submission.

"Yeah, that would be awesome, Dad! Use the turkey bacon I bought!" I heard my dad muttering about how turkeys don't make bacon, but I ignored it. I had started to slip on my outfit I had planned for today, but I decided it was too flashy. I felt like blending in today. I dressed in some tight dark wash jeans and a maroon v-neck. I slipped into my boots and headed down to breakfast.

"Here's your eggs and not-bacon."

"It's better for you, Dad."

"It doesn't make it taste any better." He grumbled. I shook my head and watched as he spooned out the eggs. It slowly killed me inside keeping a secret from him. I wanted to blurt it out. Have dad throw a fit and protect me, but I had to think of his health. I couldn't bear to lose him.

...

Blaine:

I wished my ankle was completely better so I could shove it up Karofsky's ass. Seeing Kurt break down like that yesterday was awful. I don't even know how to explain it. It almost hurt me. All I knew was that it wouldn't be happening again. Not on my watch. That's how I found myself standing by the entrance waiting for him to pull up, I'm wasn't going to let Kurt be by himself. I saw Wes coming in and slapped five with him.

"Aren't you going inside, bro?" I shook my head.

"No, I'm waiting for... someone." He looked puzzled. "Just go inside! I'll be in there in a minute."

"You're not meeting a drug dealer are you? 'Cause that's not cool."

"I'm not meeting a drug dealer! Damnit, Wes!" He shrugged and headed inside. I continued to wait for Kurt, messing with my phone and balancing on my crutch. A shout across the parking lot caused me to look up and see Karofsky heading toward me. My blood started to boil just looking at him. He went to go inside when I put out a hand to stop him. He jerked his head in my direction.

"What do you want, Anderson?"

"Stay away from Kurt." His eyes went wide and he clenched his fists.

"What the hell does that mean? I don't make it a point to hang around with fairies!" I'm was so pissed off that my vision started to go red. I wouldn't out him for Kurt's sake, but he didn't say anything about not threatening him.

"I mean it, Karofsky! Stay away from him!" He glanced around at the attention we started to get, looking a bit hunted.

"Whatever, Anderson! Just stay away from me!" He spat as he stormed off into the school. I started to calm down when I saw Kurt's car pull into the parking lot. My heart did a funny thing in my chest, but I attributed that to the adrenaline of nearly coming to blows with Karofsky. I leaned back against the wall and waited for him to come up to the entrance. He looked really... hot today. Woah. That was weird. I guess I'm just not used to seeing him in regular clothes instead of his Cheerio uniform. He walked gracefully towards me and suddenly I was hyper aware of everything. The way his jeans hugged his thighs. The sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks. The dip of his neck meeting his shoulder and how amazing it would be to put a hickey there. Okay, I need to stop going down that road. I also needed to get laid. This confident guy didn't look like the person who was assaulted yesterday. He reached where I was standing and looked at me sideways.

"What are you doing?"

"Standing. What does it look like I'm doing?" He shook his head at me and continued walking. I grabbed up my crutch and quickly (well, as quick as a crutch wielding guy can be) followed him inside. I walked beside him as he transversed the hallways. He reached his locker and I stood beside him as he dug in it.

"Is there a reason you're following me?" I shrugged.

"No. Just thought you would want company." He rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine. I'm not some wilting flower." I scanned the halls for a large football player that kisses people randomly. Good. He was doing as he was told.

"I know you're not a flower. If you were a flower, you would smell better." He glared at me. Of course he smelled amazing, but I was only half paying attention.

"Whatever, I have math, so if you'll excuse me." He walked into the second classroom as I headed to mine. I wasn't going to let it happen again. Never again.

Kurt:

It seemed that everywhere I went today, Blaine was there. Every class I went to, he was standing by the door. I'm not sure how he learned my schedule, but there he was, waiting to escort me to my next class. I ignored the dumb part of my brain that got excited for the attention. He was always by my locker when I needed another book. He ate lunch with me and then he followed me into the bathroom.

"What the hell are you doing?" He looked at me like I was an idiot.

"What do you mean? I'm following you to the bathroom."

"Yeah, that's weird. That's a weird thing to do, Blaine!" He shrugged and leaned against the doorway. "Does this have to do with Karofsky?" His posture stiffened and he frowned.

"You can't be alone anymore, Kurt." He looked angry. Was he mad at me or Karofsky?

"I told you I don't need you to protect me!" His eyes narrowed.

"If that we're true, yesterday wouldn't have happened!" Now he was yelling like I was the one being crazy! Where did he get off trying to be my own personal bodyguard? I've taken care of myself just fine all this time and I didn't need him to be my knight in shining armor.

"Why does it bother you so much?" He flailed his arms erratically.

"I don't know it just does!"

"It shouldn't bother you!" I yelled as I advanced on him. "It happened to me, not you! So why the hell do you even care?"

"Because I want to kiss you! Not him!" We both went silent. Did he really just say that? Suddenly, I was being pulled into him, like a sudden gust of wind blew me into his arms. I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and kissed him with everything I had. It turned from a press of lips into a super nova of passion as we devoured each other hungrily. He kissed me back! He deepened it! What was going on? We pulled apart for a breath, both looking shocked. He looked at me and I suddenly felt shy, like we weren't just sucking each other's faces off.

"What the hell was that?" He asked out of breath. I glanced from his deliciously swollen lips to his shirt collar I had stretched out from pulling so hard.

"I don't know." He shrugged and grabbed my neck, pushing us back together. I felt my whole body heat up. It was like I was finally awake. I felt the rush of adrenaline that felt like lightning striking all my nerves at once. I drank him in, wanting to never stop. He moved his mouth against mine so perfectly that I started to respond to his touch. We heard a noise outside the door and we jumped apart. I was panting and could feel my kiss swollen lips throbbing from all the attention. He was red-faced and licking his lips.

"Um. That was... weird. Right? That was weird?" But also amazing, I wanted to add. I sounded hoarse. He nodded.

"Yeah, that was weird." We both eyed each other until I couldn't stand it anymore. I turned around to the mirror and ran a hand through my hair to fix it.

"Okay, well I'm gonna get to class... be careful okay." He wouldn't look at me before he hobbled quickly out the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

What. Just. Happened? Why the hell am I kissing Blaine Anderson? What is going on with me? Why do I suddenly feel so cold without him pressed against me? I let my shoulders slump and faced facts: I really liked him. I finally let the feelings soak in. I liked Blaine Anderson. I really liked him. I liked the way he laughs at dumb jokes and the way he bit his lip when he was concentrating. I liked the way he hid his glasses and the way his face crinkled when he smiled. I even liked the way he breathed! I let the emotions come. I looked down at the sink as a tear plopped down. I liked him so much and now I kissed him. I look back up at the mirror.

"Why are you crying, Hummel?" I said to myself. I smiled sadly and gathered myself up to go to my next class.

Blaine:

I just kissed Kurt Hummel. I just kissed Kurt fucking Hummel! What the hell? Why did I just kiss Kurt Hummel? Why am I using his full name? What even is normal about this day? I walked into the library and saw Wes and the boys at our usual table. I couldn't deal with them and their teasing right now, so I turned back into a hallway that seemed to be abandoned for the moment. I let my back slide down the wall as I tried to figure out what was happening to me.

Mercedes:

Kurt was acting weird. He came in to class and sat down beside me like normal, but he was looking at his note book as if it had just spoken to him.

"Kurt, you okay?" He looked up and shook his head.

"I'm fine. Just fine. Everything is fine." He smiled, but I could tell it was fake.

"Mmhmm, we are so talking about this after class, boy." He let his shoulders slump and sighed.

"Okay."

...

It seemed like class dragged on and on, but finally the bell rang. Kurt tried to jump up and escape our talk. I grabbed his bag and stopped him.

"Oh, hell no. We are talking." He rolled his eyes as we walked out and went to the empty choir room. "Okay, spill it." He drug a hand through his hair which I knew he never did unless he was extremely upset.

"Look, I haven't even worked all this out in my own head, so I don't think I should talk about it just yet."

"Kurt!"

"Okay, okay! I may have done something. Something that felt amazing, but also was incredibly dangerous."

"You didn't murder somebody, did you? Was it Rachel, because most of us would understand." He didn't even crack a smile. Something was definitely wrong.

"No! Geez, Mercedes! I kissed Blaine." My mouth hung open.

"Blaine? Your sworn enemy Blaine? The Blaine you said was the worst human being to ever inhabit the earth, Blaine?"

"Yes, that Blaine." I smirked.

"So I was right. You like him." The last part I sang.

"I don't know if I do or not. That kiss was..." He stared off into space with a dreamy look for a moment before shaking his head aggressively. "It was the best kiss I've ever had! Like it had so much feeling in it and it turned me on so much."

"Okay, TMI Kurt."

"Sorry. The point is, it was amazing! And now I don't know what to do." He looked so crestfallen. I wanted to scoop him up and hug him tight.

"Well, it's obvious you like him. So why don't you ask him out?"

"I feel like I'm hardwired to never do that." We both started laughing.

"Look Kurt, I know that you guys have hated each other for years, but if you felt something you owe it to yourself to chase that feeling and see where it goes. You deserve some happiness." He looked at me and grabbed me into a hug.

"Thanks, 'Cedes. That means the world to me to hear." I smiled back at him.

"Just know that if the boy hurts you, I will hurt him." He laughed at that.

"Thanks. I will let him know."

"So you going to talk to him?"

"Tomorrow, I still want to get everything straight in my mind first."

"Nothing about this situation is straight." I deadpanned. We both started laughing again.

"Come on, I have to get to class."

David:

"Blaine Devon Anderson, If you don't tell me right now why you're giving off these bad vibes, I will kick your ass." Blaine groaned and looked up at me shielding his eyes from the sun. We were sitting together on the bleachers waiting for practise to start.

"Nothing is wrong. Your vibe-o-meter is wrong." I looked at him and glared. I was never wrong about this.

"My vibe-o-meter isn't wrong. You are seriously upset about something."

"I am fine."

"You're not fine, bro. Come on, tell old uncle David what's bothering you." That got a chuckle out of him. He thought for a moment before talking again.

"Have you ever kissed someone and it felt like everything was right in the world? Like kissing them was what you were meant to do?" I looked at him seriously. He wasn't bullshitting me.

"Oh man, you got it bad."

"What? What do I have?"

"You like someone. Like a lot." Fifty bucks said it was McKinley's palest Cheerio.

"No I don't!" He said defensively and looked off into the distance. I laughed at his complete disregard to his own feelings.

"Bro, you like someone enough to kiss them. You hardly ever kiss people." That was true.

"Well... whatever, I don't like this person that way."

"Who is it?"

"Who is what?"

"You know what I'm talking about, B! Who is the person you kissed?" He thought for awhile again. I just played dumb. He needed to admit his feelings once and for all.

"You can't tell anyone! I'm serious, David! No. One." He accentuated each word with a poke to my shoulder.

"You have my word."

"It was..." He mumbled so I couldn't hear.

"What?" I prompted as I hid a smile. He looked so annoyed.

"It was Kurt! Kurt Hummel! I kissed him." I was shocked. I'm pretty sure I almost fell over. Sure I had my suspicions, but he actually did it!

"You kissed Hummel?" He nodded. "I knew you liked him!"

"I don't like him like that! I was just... caught up in the moment."

"Bro, you like him. From what I hear, a lot. You need to accept it." He stared out onto the field.

"I don't know."

We were interrupted by the coach blowing her whistle to gather all of us and I saw Blaine shut down again. I noticed Karofsky standing apart from most of the guys and a few dirty looks being sent his way. We all knew what he had done. Boy, was this a mess. I wondered how it would all play out.

Finn:

I opened my door as someone knocked on it and there stood Kurt with a glass of what I knew was warm milk and a plate with a cookie on it.

"What do you want?" His eyes widened with fake innocence as he held the cookie closer to my face.

"What do you mean? Can't I bring my favourite step brother a glass of warm milk and a cookie?"

"You only ever bring me a glass of warm milk and a cookie when you want something from me." Kurt huffed.

"Fine, let me in and I'll tell you." I let the door swing open and plopped on my bed. I was secretly excited about the cookie. Dinner was like, hours ago.

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

"I meant to ask you about this before, but what is your deal with Blaine?" I suddenly got defensive.

"What do you mean?"

"You practically glare at him whenever you're in the room with him and you say rude things all the time. You seem like you hate his guts."

"I don't hate him, Percy."

"Who is Percy?"

"You know the expression, Percy. I've heard Rachel use it."

"You mean per se?"

"Yeah. Percy." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Okay, whatever. What's your deal with Blaine?" I looked away from Kurt's eyes. I had to admit it.

"Dude, have you heard him sing? He's amazing! And he's good at football. He's better than me at everything! At first it was only football, but now he's in glee club. I used to be the lead male soloist, but no, he comes in and is better than me at that too." I felt like kicking my desk chair over, but it was all the way across the room. Kurt placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Woah, Finn. He's not better than you. You're just as good! I can't say anything about football, 'cause I honestly don't care about or understand it, but I know that you are amazing."

"Thanks man. His talent just kinda freaked me out, you know?"

"Yeah, it freaked me out too. But you don't have to hate him for it. Think of it as healthy competition."

"Yeah... can I have my cookie now?" Smiling, he handed me the plate. Maybe I have been a little hard on Blaine. I should talk to him and apologise.

"Don't you want the warm milk?"

"No, it's gross." He looked offended.

"It's delicious!"

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Kurt:

That evening I laid in bed and thought about everything that happened that day. The kiss, my talk with Mercedes and my talk with Finn. I didn't know what to do about Blaine. If I give my heart away and it gets broken, I would definitely regret it, but what if it was amazing? What if we were right each other? It may just be the hopeless romantic in me, but I thought I wanted to go for it. I wanted to try. I smiled to myself and wiggled under the covers more. Tomorrow was going to be great.