there is some french in this chapter and so I apologise fo any wrong translation, I made it french due to the plotline not due to my actual skill so I have used google translate.

I don't own anything :(

Kurt knew the avoidance of Blaine wouldn't last, he had one day of nothing; that's the most he could ask for because for some reason the universe hated him and had put English and french back to back, then glee club straight after and a break before. After hearing of Blaine's incident in Dalton he didn't think he could handle even looking at the boy. Finn and Rachel hadn't told him much, they clearly didn't know much themselves, but it was enough; enough for Kurt to not want to be so close to Blaine as he had been. He appreciated the first three subjects of no Blaine, taking the quiet in and trying his hardest to not let his mind run wild with ideas of the missing details in Blaine's dalton life. Just the thought of it made him feel dirty and used.

Kurt fully expected to see Blaine's gelled curls during the break, he could say he got lucky when he didn't. But no matter how much he hated it, a part of him still wanted to see him. He did eventually when walking to french with Mercedes they ran into Blaine who seemed to have spent the entirety of break surrounded by girls, Kurt was sure he overheard a box-dyed, short-skirted cheerio say how she could 'change his mind' and another girl question 'how does he know, for sure', knowing full well what both meant Kurt scoffed to himself thinking how Blaine definitely knows what he likes and there is not changing that.

"What's running through your head?" Mercedes asked having heard Kurt's little scoff.

"Don't those girls seem a little desperate to you, I mean he's clearly gay," Kurt moaned, rolling his eyes and snidely gestured to the crows behind them.

"Kurt, you didn't know he gay, and arent you guys suppose to have amazing gaydar or something?"

"That's not the point cedes, he's clearly uninterested in them."

"They're probably ignoring it, I mean come on he makes everyone feel a little tingle down there, and I know you are not about to defend yourself or deny it, I've seen you act upon said tingle." She said giving Kurt a look.

"Once again, not my point, I just think the girls in our school should have more dignity," Kurt explained, giving his shoulders a little shrug.

"Have you met them?"

"Unfortunately."

The pair carried on their path laughing amongst themselves, Blaine still enjoying watching Kurt walk from an evergrowing distance.

Mercedes had distracted Kurt from thinking about Blaine for the majority of the lesson. He had Mercedes with him so they could talk the whole lesson as long as it's in french, the duo spent their time complaining about the students and talking basic gossip amongst themselves, as nobody else has ever been able to understand them before. Eventually, like most conversations now, Blaine become the topic of discussion.

"Aimes-tu Blaine, toujour?"(do you like Blaine still?) Mercedes asked, her voice showing hints of concern and curiosity.

"je ne sais pas. peut-être"(I don't know, maybe) Kurt replied, looking slightly defeated and slumping into his chair.

"même après..."(even after...)

"oui, même après,"(yes,even after)

Mercedes simply looked at Kurt, like she understood his dilemma, it was clear that Kurt like Blaine, and it was clear Blaine liked him back but taking in Blaine's past, is that a good thing?

Just then, his phone buzzed. The teacher was distracted and Mercedes turned back to her book as if to say go ahead-which he did. He had received a text from Blaine asking 'even after what?' Kurt looked behind him towards where Blaine was at a few seats to his left, in perfect eavesdropping distance. Blaine was wearing an intrigued smile when he caught Kurt's gaze, looking down at his phone to prompt Kurt's reply which read the simple phrase, 'don't worry about it'. Blaine looked back up at Kurt after reading the noninformant text and found him looking back the other way, having a whispered conversation with Mercedes. After that, the lesson went quick, too quick for Kurt's liking as he now had English with the man he hoped to avoid. He had managed to get Mercedes to walk him to the classroom, her understanding his want to of avoidance for than one reason, but inside the classroom, she couldn't help anymore. Then, because the universe hated him, they had a substitute who's only plan of teaching was writing on the board, 'discuss your project with your partner'. To everybody else in the class it said talk freely amongst yourselves, but not for Kurt, for he saw the words 'talk to the one person you don't want to'.

Being powerless at this point, Kurt took his seat and waited for the inevitable. A part of him hoped that a desperate, horny girl would steal Blaine away, and its not that they didn't try once the dreaded person arrived, they were just ignored as Blaine made a beeline towards him.

"God, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," Blaine said as he took his seat, sliding his hand over Kurt's inner thigh, unaware of Kurt's new feelings towards him. That was until Kurt moved his leg away, crossing them, his feet facing away, causing Blaine's hand to slip off and rest at his side. "You ok?"

"Fine," Kurt said dryly, facing the desk and pulling out notebooks and textbooks, ignoring the look Blaine was sending his way.

"I know you know I'm not dumb enough to believe that. What's up?" Blaine asked, shuffling closer, placing a platonic hand on Kurt's arm.

"nothing," Kurt said in the same tone as before, once again moving out of Blaine's touch.

"If nothing's up, why won't you even look at me?" Blaine was starting to get a little annoyed, it could be heard in his voice that he was trying to keep his cool.

"I don't know if I can anymore." Kurt began distracting himself, writing a random title.

"And what does that mean?" Blaine was getting closer each time he spoke, one of his arms had travelled around Kurt's chair, his grip tight on its back. To anyone looking it was obvious how Blaine was exerting any anger into that grasp.

"Why did you leave Dalton?" Kurt asked, still facing his notes.

"I wanted a change in scenery," Blaine stated plainly, but not relaxing.

"don't lie to me, please." Kurt lost his confidence the more he spoke, the please was said in almost a whisper.

"I'm no-.. How do you know I'm lying?"

"I didn't, you just admitted it." Kurt tried to disguise his feelings in a witty comment, but his voice gave his loss of confidence away.

Blaine reached forward, grabbing Kurt's hand, skin to skin,"I'm gonna ask again, How do you know I'm lying?"

Kurt could feel his hand heating up, correction Blaine's hand was heating up. Kurt felt this want, need to be honest to Blaine,"Rachel and Finn told me you were expelled."

Blaine didn't let go,"How did they know?"

"They looked at your student file."

"Which said?"

"that you were expelled from Dalton for foreclosed reasons."

"Is that everything?"

"No, they looked for more information in the library and found out about Jermiah and the case, in the newspapers."

"Is that what the 'even after was about?"

Kurt replied with only a nod.

Blaine dropped Kurt's hand, Blaine's eyes wide and lips parted, a look a panic and worry.

"Kurt, you have to believe me, there's more to the story then the newspaper say."

"I don't know if I want to know more about the story." Kurt felt scared, he didn't know why he told Blaine all that, he just couldn't seem to stop himself.

"But I want you to know more. Come to my house after school, I'll explain, please?" Blaine was begging with his eyes, he needed to explain to Kurt, and he didn't want to overpower him again, he didn't want to ever, but now that's gone-so he would if he had to.

"I have glee."

"You forget I'm also in glee. Please don't make me ask again."

"Alright, since you said please." Kurt gave a weak smile, the little tease lightening the mood. Blaine appreciated that. "But no funny business," Kurt added.

"I can't make any promises." Blaine joked back, swiping his finger playfully across Kurt's jaw.

The two worked in comfortable silence, making the occasional joke about the snot bubble blowing in and out of the sub's nose, to about the jealous boyfriends watching their girls check out Blaine discreetly

The final bell went, waking the teacher who fell out of the wheeled chair from the surprise. The children scurried out, forgetting the basic mannerism of school life and wanting to get out of the building

Blaine and Kurt held back a second, letting the rushing crowd disperse before making there way to the drama room, They didn't have the same flow of conversation they had when they first met, Kurt was still slightly scared of that power Blaine had over him and Blaine still had the worry that Kurt didn't reveal everything he knew.

When they walked in side by side Finn was ready to jump out his chair, fist clenched and directed to Blaine, but when they parted ways, he calmed, putting up a protective stance. Blaine took a seat next to Brittney, she didn't know anything, she wasn't around when all was revealed and Santana felt cruel destroying the little positive ideas she has about Blaine in her little world. Kurt took a seat next to Sam, who was just as clueless as Britt, meaning he won't be giving either of them any judgy or questioning looks.

They listened to Mr Schue explain the minor life lesson and piece of advice he felt fitted with the latest drama of the week, accompanied by a Puck and Artie performance of the chain by Fleetwood Mac that had Mike dancing along, obviously amazingly, and a solo from Finn of beat it. Kurt couldn't help but feel a sub-message to the song directed at Blaine-who luckily seemed if not entertained by the scenario.

Kurt was sure to get Blaine to leave first, meeting him outside to avoid the eyes of Finchel and Tike.

It wasn't hard to tell which car belonged to Blaine, in a field of fords and second-hand minis' was a Bugatti Veyron. Kurt could appreciate a nice car but even to him that was overkill, he figured Blaine was rich since he attended a private school, but Bugatti rich, he was not ready for, especially when this meant Blaine had two cars. He knocked on the window with a single knuckle, trying to be delicate. He saw Blaine press a button and the door began to open, Kurt watched in amazement.

"Your acting like you've never seen a super car before," Blaine laughed, knowing how pretentious he sounded.

"I can't see why, a Bugatti Veyron is an everyday sight in Lima, especially down at the shop"

"You know your cars," Blaine commenting, shutting the door from the control panel.

"If you think that's impressive you should see me at the shop."

"Seeing you bent over and getting filthy, it would be a pleasure."

Blaine pressed another button and the car roared to life, the lights turning on automatically with the oncoming darkness of the autumn night, the car drove so smooth and quiet, Kurt wouldn't of been able to tell they were moving.

Kurt watched the scenery change as they drove. He watched the houses grow from trailers and motels to semi-detached two and three stories building to chateaus and mansions. They turned down a road that was surrounded by overhanging trees and a long cobblestone path with and electric fence waiting at the end, opening after recognising the number plate to show the house fit for a king. It was wide and tall with tons of glass windows and terraces. It had a garage attached;a four-door garage, that also opened automatically, exposing two other cars, and two empty spots, one being filled with the Bugatti. Kurt was too stunned to move, he wanted to go back outside and admire the fountain or the lush green ivy that grew up the side. He wanted to take in the sight of the guest house that was almost the same size as his house house. he wanted to get a closer look through the windows to see just how many rooms he could get lost in.

"Its a bit much isn't it," Blaine cringed, opening the door on Kurt's side, assisting him out the car.

"a warning would have been nice." Kurt laughed, breathless from amazement.

"sorry..?" Blaine smiled.

"Don't apologise, give me a tour," Kurt demanded, excited to see how far back this building stretched.

"Right this way sir hummel," Blaine said in his best British accent, bowing slightly and offering his arm.

"Why thank you, sir Anderson," Kurt played along, taking the offered arm, forgetting any previous grudges or fear of Blaine; he just had that effect on Kurt.

Before Blaine could open the door to the sight his house held Kurt stopped in his tracks," what am I gonna tell my dad, he won't want me alone with you."

"Just don't tell him, it'll be our little secret."

"But what if Finn says something?"

"Did he see you leave with me?"

"No."

"well then we have no problem"

Kurt was convinced, he found excitement in being with Blaine without anyone knowing, he felt more mysterious and rebellious-a new feeling to him.

The tour was magnificent in Kurt's eyes. He saw rooms he could only dream about having in his house. On the first floor was a living room, kitchen and attached dining room, and toilet; the basics to a house, but then there was the added ballroom and music room next door, an archway connecting them both. There was the second floor, with the master bedroom, guest bedrooms, a bathroom, still very normal, Until Blaine turned them around a corner to show a second living room, an office and a library that took two floors. Next was the third floor which had Blaine's bedroom, the other half of the library and a storage room. Blaine brought Kurt back down the stairs to the garden which had a conservatory and a green house and a pool house, and for the final stop was the basement, where Blaine showed off how soundproof it was, Kurt not catching on to the suggestive sides to Blaine's tests.

"This is an amazing house," Kurt said out loud, not directly to Blaine, flopping onto his king-sized bed, "Is it old or new money?" He asked more direct, lifting himself up on his elbows to look up at Blaine who was leaning against the wall.

"old money I believe, from a long line of lawyers."

"sounds fancy." Kurt smiled, flopping back down, "why am I here again?" he had forgotten, getting too absorbed into the atmosphere of the house.

"Well, i was going to expla-" Blaine was interrupted by a phone call, his father. "Sorry, do you mind?"

"Go ahaead," Kurt said, already distracted by the collection of guitars that hung on the wall.

Blaine left the room, shutting the door fully and hiding in the library, trying to get as must nonsuspicious distance in case there was some screaming. when he felt ready, he hit accept.

"Father," Blaine said, coldly.

"My boy, i couldn't find you yesterday when i got back, I'm ringing to let you know date night has been moved to today, you have the basic rules of no alcohol and no unknown guests."

"Ok, is that all."

"Yeah, Rosa will be back at around eight from her retreat, its your choice to wait for food or not."

"Alright, goodbye."

"Bye."

Blaine knew his father had started on the date night wine, he was always nicest on is first glass, it was at the fourth or fifth when the violence came, or if he brought out the whiskey.

With the call over without a screaming match and in less than a minute, Blaine was still in the same happy mood Kurt had brought with him, and he hoped it wouldn't disappear when explaining dalton.