A/N: This idea has been in my head since I went back and re-read the wonderful fic "Meet the Warblers, back in the beginning of quarantine. I recently re-read it again while dealing with a rough family situation and I was re-inspired. I HIGHLY recommend if you like Warbler's content to go read that one, it's here on ff! But, I always felt like I had a different view of what might had gone down at Dalton during each episode. In each chapter I will be writing what happened in each season 2 episode at Dalton while the show was focused on the New Directions. You'll see some moments from the show, but mostly the in-between things. There's plenty of fics like this out there but "Meet the Warblers has always been my favorite and I wanted to try my hand at this style of fic, and I thought "why not now?" Today we're starting with Never Been Kissed. Enjoy!

Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own the things. Blah Blah Blah. The show's been over for 6 years lol. I think everyone knows by now I, as a fanfic writer, am only borrowing these lovely characters.

"Hi, Kurt!" Blaine gave a cheery greeting as he pushed the phone against his ear. This was the first actual phone call he had gotten from the endearing spy that he had befriended a few days before; they had been dealing mostly in text messages, Blaine trying to give the guy some encouragement.

David had been right with using the term endearing the tenor thought… because he was. Blaine had found himself that last few days daydreaming just a bit more about what it would be like to know the other boy in a way that was a little more than just friendly. Kurt was an absolute angel and Blaine wasn't exactly the only one who had taken notice of him that day on the stairs. By the time he had gotten back from their little chat over coffee most of the warblers and a handful of other Dalton students were already peppering him with questions about "the new kid." Kurt had that type of air about him that made everyone take notice, and Blaine knew he was infatuated in the worst possible way.

Obviously, the two weren't at a level yet where Blaine would feel comfortable asking the countertenor out. He was dealing with some pretty serious stuff at his own school, and the way he reacted so emotionally to Wes and David made Blaine believe that what Kurt needed was not a guy to hit on him, but someone to just be his friend. He wouldn't lie about his initial attraction, but at this point, he didn't feel he could act on it. He couldn't take advantage of the situation. The boy was beautiful and kind but also vulnerable, and Blaine would never forgive himself if he used that vulnerability as a means to an end. He smiled down the phone slightly as he heard the other boy inhale; God even just the way he breathed was beautiful. Maybe when all this was over and the bully thwarted, Blaine would have a better chance of getting to know his endearing spy in a much friendlier way.

"Bbb-lain-ee?" The tenor stopped short for a moment and tucked himself into a small alcove down the hall from his 4th-period class. The way Kurt's voice sounded on the other end of the phone…completely broken and terrified made Blaine's heart shatter in his chest. It was like all of the life was sucked out of the room around him, this wasn't an average phone call and Blaine knew it. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. As he stood in the alcove, a mass of Dalton students pouring by him, phone clutched tightly against his ear, he waited for the sobs to die down and an explanation to begin. When it was obvious Kurt was still too shaken to speak, Blaine let the words he had told the other boy just days before ring in his ears as he asked, "are you alright? Kurt? Kurt? Are you hurt?"

"No. I'm not hurt…" The McKinley student paused and after a minute added, "not physically."

"Not physically." Blaine stopped for a minute and dropped down on the floor with this bag in his lap and the phone still pressed harshly against his ear. That had been the one thing he had been terrified of. Kurt… alone somewhere and beaten, calling him because there was nowhere else to turn. Maybe he just went to that worry because he had been there himself before, but how could he not? Not only did he have experience in that area, but he had told Kurt to confront his bully. Even if he wasn't physically hurt whatever had happened had terrified the other teen to the core so much that Blaine could hear the physical shake in his voice. "What happened?" He dared himself to ask, hoping to gain more information about what was going on.

"He—he uh—omigod," a muffled sob escaped Kurt's lips and Blaine pressed the phone closer to his ear if it was even possible. He shuffled a bit on the ground, leaning against the cool brick wall of the alcove. This was his fault. Whatever had happened, whatever god-awful thing had happened to Kurt was a direct result of his stupid advice. 'who gives advice like that, Anderson?' the tenor mentally scolded himself. He had been trying to help, he knew running to a safe haven wasn't a real option, but he should have known better. His own public-school experience pushed its way back to the forefront of his mind, blood-soaked concrete staining his memory. But, he pushed it down, trying in vain to get the teen on the other end of the phone to give him some kind of explanation for this terrifying phone call.

He whispered gently a few times, cutting through Kurt's pained noises. "Shhh… stop… shhh it's okay. What happened? Just tell me what happened… please?"

"He k-k-k-k-iiii." Kurt took a deep watery breath. "Hekissedmeomiogodhekissedme." The sentence came out as one rush of words that Blaine barely had time to process it.

"He what?!"

"He kissed me."

Blaine took in a sharp breath. Never in a million years did he think that Kurt's bully would be a closet case. That just didn't happen right? Yes, places like where they lived in Ohio weren't gay-friendly so people had to hide… but no one in their community would go that far right? They wouldn't torture other people just like them. That just wasn't how life was supposed to work, their community was supposed to be about acceptance and protecting each other, right?

"He kissed me and I push him and Omigod…" Kurt trailed off for a minute and both boys listened to the other one breathing down the phone. "Blaine?"

"Yea." He couldn't will himself to do or say anything. How could he? He had never dealt with something like this. He barely knew how to handle his own bullies and he certainly didn't know how to handle a closet case of a football player who had turned violent like this.

"What do I do now?"

"I don't—I can't—I-I—Kurt… I don't know…"

The two sat in silence for another moment before Blaine picked himself off of the floor and started walking back towards his dorm, passing by several of his warbler friends, including Wes, who gave him a confused look as they bumped shoulders in the hallway. Blaine just shook his head and waved the older boy off as he went to catch Blaine's hand. "We'll talk about this later," he saw the Asian boy mouth, but he didn't really care about what Wes had to say about him skipping out on classes. There was simply no way he was going to be able to sit in front of teachers for the last 4 hours of the day, not now. Not when Kurt was in trouble. Yes, he had only just met the other boy but something within him just screamed every time they spoke. It was the minute their eyes met on the stares that Blaine knew Kurt was special, he just wasn't sure how yet. But hearing the other boy in such emotional pain, it simply ripped Blaine's own heart to shreds, especially since he may have been the cause of this pain with his completely awful advice.

"I'm coming to get you."

"Blaine," Kurt almost whined. "You're two hours away."

The tenor shrugged to himself. "I have a car," he stated matter of factly. "You need someone, Kurt. Let me be your someone right now."

"Okay."

"Great." Blaine smiled down the phone. "Stay on with me I'm going to need directions and then once I get there you and I are going to go get some coffee."

The minute Blaine stepped foot outside of his Prius he knew he looked out of place. The Dalton blazer was like a beacon, telling all of the public high school students that he didn't belong. He smiled at a group of girls in cheerleading uniforms that passed him giggling, and he thought he heard one of them say in a hushed tone, "who's banging the prep boy?" Blaine simply shrugged off the comment and kept walking in the direction of what he thought was the main building.

As he pushed open the glass double doors and casually got himself swept into the throngs of students he felt his heart rate pick up. He hadn't set foot in a public school since that disastrous night in 9th grade, the one that left him a year behind in school and dropped by his parents on the doorstep of Dalton with fresh bruises and healing ribs. He shuddered a bit as he walked past a group of jocks and held his breath until he was sure he was far enough out of sight to become a target. He shook his head and looked down at his phone, shooting off a quick text to Kurt, "here." It took only moments to receive something back. "locker room. Left of the gym." Blaine felt as if his feet went of their own accord, all but running down the tiled hallway until he found the locker room he was looking for.

When Blaine entered the room, he was plunged into complete darkness, the room obviously not being used until after-school practices. "Hello?" He spoke calmly into the darkness, willing his heart to just slow down. The mix of worrying about Kurt and his mind reliving his last experience with a public school was making his ability to stay calm and collected almost cease to exist. There was nothing more he wanted to do at that moment than simply back out of the room and run away to an alcove somewhere, safe from the world of homophobes and bullies. He took a few more tentative steps, allowing the main door the click shut behind him, the sound echoing in the silent space. "Kurt?" He called out again. "Kurt, it's Blaine."

A small sniffle echoed around him and Blaine followed the noise until he all but fell into a startled Kurt, sitting on the floor against a tile shower, knees pulled up to his chest and face buried. It was obvious that he had been there for a long time. Blaine hurried to grab his phone out of his pocket, shining the flashlight on his new friend, illuminating the tear tracks on his face and the puffiness around his eyes. "Oh Kurt," Blaine sighed as he shrugged his blazer off and tossed it over to a bench somewhere behind him. "Are you okay?" He crouched on the floor next to the countertenor and slowly reached his hand outward, but Kurt jerked away from the touch. "I'm so sorry." They sat like that for what felt like hours, Blaine on the floor across from a silent Kurt, the only noise coming from the occasional sniffle.

"I don't know what to do," the voice was timid and quiet, but Blaine looked up from the floor immediately to meet the baby blue eyes of the other boy. "Blaine, tell me what to do."

"I—" Blaine's voice caught in his throat. He didn't know what to say, why would he? Everything else he had said up to this point had led to disaster. "I—don't—I don't know…"

They sat in silence for a few minutes longer before Kurt leaned forward and whispered, "would you talk to him with me?" Blaine's heart hammered in his chest and a blush crept up his cheeks. The mix of the straight fear of possibly having to confront a violent bully and the heat of Kurt's breath being directly on his face was overtaking him and if he wasn't careful he was sure he would do something he'd regret. He pulled back slightly from his shaken friend and nodded into the darkness. "Yea, we can do that."

"There he is," Kurt nudged Blaine's shoulder and pointed his head in the direction of the jock coming toward them. Blaine plastered a smile on his face and attempted to hide the fear he knew would peek out from behind his mask. Karofsky, Kurt had identified the football player as we built like a tank and quite a bit taller than Blaine himself. Taking up boxing classes at Dalton had been enough to make the tenor feel like he could put up a good faith effort in another Sadie Hawkins situation, but dear god, could this guy simply mow him down if he really wanted to based on sheer size and athletic ability alone.

"Excuse me?" Blaine took a step forward and attempted to stop Karofsky from continuing up the steps. A few students passed by them, throwing Blaine inquisitive looks, but continuing onwards when they saw Karofksy scowl in their direction. He took a mental note of the fact that Kurt didn't seem to be the only one fearful of the football player's violent actions. "Kurt told me what you did." He calmly spoke at Karofsky's retreating back, ignoring what the jock had said in-between since it was obviously insulting.

Blaine blinked for a moment and the next thing he knew he was pushed up against the chainlink fencing around the open-aired stairs, his mind going blank as he put his hands up in surrender. How had it gotten to this? How could, in the middle of the school day, a football player violently attack two other students and no one says anything? Blaine noticed two young girls scurry up the stairs after hearing his body hit the chainlink, not waiting to see what would happen next. At least Sadie Hawkins had been a night with no one else around. He had been vulnerable, as had the other boy. Blaine kept his hands up until Kurt pulled the bully off him with a shout, and he relaxed against the concrete wall, blazer and tie askew.

He saw Kurt sit on the lowest step and shrugged his shoulders, trying to keep the aloof air about him. "Well, he's not coming out anytime soon," he attempted to joke. Kurt was already hurting, he didn't need to know just how sacred Blaine was on the inside about what had just happened. "Why are you so upset?" He dropped himself next to Kurt on the steps, nudging him with his shoulder. That's when Kurt dropped the bombshell, the thing that Blaine had slightly suspected, but being faced with the truth made the whole ordeal so much worse than it was. That bully, that absolute terror of a human, had stolen something so precious to Kurt. Yea, Blaine knew that once you had your first kiss and grew into your first… well everything else; it didn't truly seem like that big of a deal. But, for that to be his first experience with any type of intimacy, Blaine shuddered to think what mental and emotional scarring that was going to leave on the other boy with.

"C'mon," Blaine said standing up and pulling Kurt to his feet as well. "I'll buy you lunch." Kurt simply smiled and followed dutifully behind Blaine until they reached the parking lot, silently climbing into the Warbler's Prius.

A/N: Phew! Okay, the first part of NBK out of the way. The next few chapters are probably going to be more Warblers-centric filling in the gaps of what was happening at Dalton with Blaine between NBK and Kurt's transfer. After all, there's a Lot of time to fill there. Lmk what you think!