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Kurt's cheeks were still burning when he entered McKinley High School the next day. His mind wandered on Blaine shoving him against Kurt's car, stripping him, licking his cock while he gripped his curly gelled locks. Shit. Now he was hard. Blaine sucking on his neck.. He fidgeted with his locker lock, clumsily making the wrong combination. He groaned furiously and slammed his head into the locker.

"Kurt!" Mercedes yelled from down the hall.

Kurt jumped out of his skin. "What, Mercedes?" His tone was icy.

Mercedes practically ran over him. "Whoa, what's your problem?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, sorry." He placed a hand on Mercedes' shoulder when her expression didn't falter. "Truly. Just nerves is all." The hand dropped.
She smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, Kurt, we're all so happy for you."

Kurt tilted his head, finally getting his locker code right and facing Mercedes straight on. "Happy for me? Wh-"

The locker's contents fell to the ground. Every moment passed by slowly. Kurt's signed poster of Idina Menzel was ripped into seven or so pieces and scattered throughout the strewn papers mostly of old Glee Club songs. Everything was covered in a red, wet substance. Suddenly, the red substance was covering Kurt's body. He spluttered it out of his gaping mouth. He placed his fingers to his face. It wasn't a slushie. It wasn't paint or eggs. It was blood. He became immobile. Mercedes stood as still as a statue, mouth and eyes wide. Kurt's brand new scarf ruined.

Kurt's shock overtook him to rage. Why could've done this? And then fear creeped into his thoughts and he realized. His blackmailer. But why? He'd done what he had been asked. Well, he most certainly at least came with Blaine. They hadn't had sex, but he thought it had been enough. The notes had stopped at least for a few days. Blood though?

Who's blood was it?

Kurt felt a sense of sickness rising into his throat. He felt the bile, the disgusting need tugging on his gag reflex. He left Mercedes, shock-frozen, and ran to the bathroom. He relieved his throat into the nearest toilet and felt instantly better.

Bzzzz.

He pulled his iPhone out of his stained leather pants.

Kurt, you disappoint me. -Unknown Caller

He shut his eyes tight and wanted to scream and cry at the same time.

What do you want? He sent.

It was a test, you see, for you to prove your loyalty. And you failed.

Kurt waited for a better explanation.

Blaine is so naive, Kurt. You need someone to keep up with you vocally, physically, sexually, intellectually, and mentally.

Blaine was all of that, Kurt realized. Kurt loved him.

Like you? Kurt sent, knowing it would cause a reaction. He exited the bathroom stall and began to wash his face of the deafening blood.

Several minutes later his phone rang.

"Hello?" he said dreamily.

"Kurt," the familiar voice said.

"Blaine!" Kurt realized. Just hearing his voice say Kurt's name sent back a flood of memories Kurt's blackmailer repressed. "Hey where are you?" It took a while for Blaine to respond, and it sounded as if he was listening to a tape recorder.

"My house?" Blaine replied.

"Oh, okay..." Kurt wondered why he was skipping school, but decided to let it go. He'd just ask him when he arrived there. "I'm coming over now." There was a pause.

"Well, okay," Blaine said. "Bye."

The phone went dead.

Something was up with him, but Kurt would have to see when he arrived.