A/N: Sorry for the long wait for this one. Had writer's block and coursework and exams and too much homework. I knew what I was trying to write but didn't know how to express it and make it readable and enjoyable. But I got there in the end :) There's quite a few text messages flying around in this chapter, sorry :P Anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter! PLEASE REVIEW :)

Warning: Some violence in this chapter - just a heads up; and a little bit of homophobic language too. Oh, and also suggestions of injury and blood (most of which isn't related to the violence)

From: Mercedes Jones :)

You'll never guess what? :) - Mercedes x

To: Mercedes Jones :)

You know I'm not going to guess :P - K x

From: Mercedes Jones :)

Mr Schue is our English teacher :) Much better than at teaching Spanish :) - Mercedes x

To: Mercedes Jones :)

You lucky girls! :O Our teachers are so boring! Mr Schue gave us high expectations! - K x

From: Mercedes Jones :)

I know! We're so happy :) That's not the best bit though :) - Mercedes x

To: Mercedes Jones :)

What do you mean? - K x

From: Mercedes Jones :)

He's also our Glee Club teacher :D - Mercedes x

To: Mercedes Jones :)

Lucky! Just make sure he does some modern music or you will get so bored again! - K x

From: Mercedes Jones :)

Don't worry about that :P Rachel already had a fit when he tried to make us sing some Bruce Springsteen - Mercedes x

To: Mercedes Jones :)

Oh my god! Well, I guess we're screwed for sectionals or regionals, whichever we end up competing against in - K x

From: Mercedes Jones :)

I'm sure you're better than us :P Trust me, the guys in Lyrical Explosion are nothing on you guys. We miss you guys! - Mercedes x

To: Mercedes Jones :)

Lyrical Explosion? - K x

From: Mercedes Jones :)

Yeah, Rachel pushed for that name. I don't get why, but it stuck. All I know is that we're not as good as we were back at McKinley - Mercedes x

To: Mercedes Jones :)

We'll see when we compete ;P Anyway, I need to go. Blaine appears to be unpacking my bag -.- So annoying! - K x

From: Mercedes Jones :)

But aren't you meant to be coming home tomorrow? - Mercedes x

To: Mercedes Jones :)

I am :P He's just being difficult! - K x

From: Mercedes Jones :)

Oh right! Tell lover boy I say hi and that I can't wait to meet him :) Love you, boy ;D - Mercedes x

To: Mercedes Jones :)

Will do :) Love you too, fabulous - K x

The end of the week had come far too quickly. Blaine was disappointed at how quickly the week went. He knew time flew by when you are having fun, but at what point did that mean that he wanted the time to pass in the blink of an eye?

Blaine walked with Finn, Puck and Jeff from study hall to their European Geography class, chatting animatedly as they did. Blaine was glad that he had met new people this year in the form of the ex-McKinley students. He couldn't have asked for better friends but he knew that if he did anything to hurt Kurt, they would turn on him in favour of Kurt because they had known him longer and knew how fragile he was. Blaine understood that his new friends would always look out for each other, even if that meant they turned away from any friends they had made since enrolling at Dalton. Blaine knew that they were a solid social circle and that anyone that joined were simply electrons orbiting around the atom, unless they managed to solidify themselves into the group. Blaine hoped that some day he would because he saw the potential of many great friendships with the people he had met since the orientation week began. Granted, he wanted to still be friends with his Warbler mates, but he was more than happy to expand his social horizons if the McKinley clan would let him. From what he had experienced so far though, they seemed to accept new friends with open arms, as so far they had accepted Blaine and were also getting on well with at least three-quarters, if not all, of the Dalton Academy Warblers.

Puck smirked at Blaine. He knew what was coming as Finn had asked Puck this question just a few seconds ago, "Truth or Dare, Blaine?"

Blaine bowed his head and sighed, "Why, Puckerman? Why me?" The response he received was the smirk widening and a shrug of the shoulders. Blaine accepted defeat and answered bravely, "Dare."

Puck chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, "Dare you to yell that you and Kurt are an item."

Blaine replied cheerfully in response, "Easy!"

Jeff raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure about this, Blaine? Remember Karof-"

Before Jeff could finish his sentence, Blaine raised both his hands to his face and placed each hand on his cheeks to amplify his yells further. He shouted down the hallway, "KURT HUMMEL'S MY BOYFRIEND!"

Thump.

The next thing Blaine knew, he stumbled back into one of the marble pillars lining the archaic corridor they were walking down. His cheek throbbed violently as he remembered the sensation of being punched in the jaw, having experienced it from a few homophobic jackasses towards the end of middle school.

He looked straight ahead to see David Karofsky being restrained by the other three boys, his friends' eyes widening in concern, with glints of fear and desperation sweeping through their facial expressions. Puck yelled in Karofsky's ear, "What did I tell you? By messing with my boy Blaine here, you're messing with a part of my boy Hummel's life. Just want to make that clear before I punch the crap out of you."

Karofsky was speechless as he whipped his body out of the hold of the other three boys, making a beeline for Blaine once again. Blaine was too busy tending to his cheek, feeling for any blood or bruising as a result of having a fist to the face. Before he realised that Karofsky was on the loose once more, he took a firm, violent punch to his stomach, the force pushing him further into the marble pillar, even though that didn't seem possible from Blaine's perspective.

He looked back up at Karofsky who was now dangerously close to his face. Karofsky growled, "So you're a faggot too, huh? Wouldn't surprise me that you'd jump straight onto Lady Boy Hummel. You gays have a strong gaydar, don't you?"

Blaine smirked a little, but upon realising it, made his face as neutral as possible as he replied snidely, "You would know, wouldn't you Karofsky? That we gays have an excellent gaydar."

Karofsky's voice echoed down the entire length of the hallway he was yelling so loudly, "That's it, Anderson! It's go time! Who am I kidding? You won't be able to defend yourself! You're a pansy like Lady Boy Hummel!"

Before Karofsky could insult Kurt or hit him again, Blaine drew his knee up straight into Karofsky's crotch, causing him to fall to the floor. He briefly glanced at Puck, Finn and Jeff, who were standing looking in awe at the scene that had just unfolded. He then crouched down beside Karofsky and informed quietly and menacingly, "Trust me, Karofsky. I don't know much about you and you don't know much about me, but I know that you have a secret that I wouldn't mind sharing if you ever dare talk about Kurt in that way again. Puck isn't the only one who can give out the damage."

Karofsky scrambled to his feet and ran awkwardly, considering his pained state, down the hallway, his voice breaking as he yelled back at Blaine, "This isn't over, fag! Just wait til I get you alone! Bet you won't be so brave then!" He disappeared around the corner, his yells now sounding like a constant wall of noise bouncing off the wooden wainscotting, no words forming in Blaine's ears as his voice punched through the air.

Blaine's knees gave out from underneath him, causing him to fall backwards from his crouch onto his ass. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding before looking up at his friends once more.

A very familiar face had joined in staring in awe at what Blaine just did, but after a second of shock, Kurt rushed over to Blaine and crouched in front of him, tilting his head sideways so Kurt could check his cheek. He asked in a panicked tone, "Are you okay, honey?"

Blaine chuckled and grabbed the wrist that was holding his jaw, before sliding his hand down into Kurt's, "I've taken worse, baby. I'm fine."

Kurt replied in the same tone as before, "It's not fine. It's far from fine. He hurt you." He turned to the other three boys who were watching the scene pan out, fondness in their eyes that was masking their hatred for Karofsky. Kurt sighed, "You guys go on ahead to European Geography. Tell Mr. Cruise we're going to be late. If he asks, tell him Blaine tripped and I'm checking him over to make sure he's okay."

Finn interjected, "Why can't we just tell him the truth?"

Kurt narrowed his eyes, "Because he and Principal Thornton might not see Blaine's retaliation as self-defense."

Puck nodded as he lead the way down the corridor, "We've got your back. Come on, guys."

Puck, Finn and Jeff all began to jog down the corridor and turned the corner Karofsky had a few moments ago, leaving Kurt and Blaine in the quiet corridor, with no more students wandering around as the next class slot had already begun.

Before Blaine could say anything, Kurt's lips were on his, his tongue running along Blaine's lower lip. Blaine moaned into the kiss as he opened his mouth a little and allowed his tongue to fight for dominance against Kurt's. He cupped Kurt's cheeks in his hands, desperate to be closer to his boyfriend because he had never felt so safe after being punched as he did in that moment. Two hands found their way down Blaine's back, resting in the small of it, as Kurt pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as he did. Blaine let out another moan as Kurt's tongue swiped along the inside of his top lip, feeling his face flush slightly as he did, wishing he could control himself for once.

Kurt eventually pulled away, causing Blaine to flutter his eyes open, knowing that a flash of disappointment crossed through them. Kurt's breath ghosted against his lips and he spoke, "You shouldn't have to put up with getting hurt because of me."

Blaine began to stroke his thumbs against Kurt's cheeks, "Hey now. You're worth it. I want to be with you, and any amount of pain is worth it. Trust me."

Kurt pressed his forehead against Blaine's, a smile now plastered on his face, but his lip was trembling. He let out a shaky breath and his smile faded, "No. I can't just let you take hits because of me."

Blaine replied, his eyes trained on Kurt's lips, "What do you suggest we do?"

"Well, for a start, no more yelling out that we're together."

Blaine stuttered, "B-b-but Puck dared me to and you can't-" He stopped when Kurt began to give him a look which could kill. He took in a breath and rubbed his nose lightly against his boyfriend's, "Okay. No more yelling about it. But it kinda makes me feel you're ashamed to be with me." Blaine lowered his head and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the worst thing possible to happen. Instead, he felt a finger slide under his chin to tilt it up, looking into Kurt's deep glasz eyes once more.

Kurt responded sincerely, "Blaine, I'm far from ashamed. I talk about you all the time when I talk to my friends who are still in Lima. I want to hug you and kiss you when everyone else is around. But I don't. It's not because I'm ashamed of you. It's because I'm trying to protect you. I don't want you suffering because of me. I don't want you to be pummelled to a pulp because you're my boyfriend. I don't want you to feel pain..." He paused and placed his hand on Blaine's bruised cheek, Blaine flinching slightly as he did, "I don't want you feeling this. I'm far from ashamed. I just can't stand to see you get hurt. So just tell people who aren't going to want a fight because of us."

Blaine smiled a little but wasn't convinced, "Are you sure you aren't ashamed?"

Kurt briefly pressed his lips against Blaine's once, before replying, "How can I prove I'm not?"

Blaine reached into Kurt's uniform blazer pocket and pulled out his phone, pressing the central button to light up the screen, "Tell your dad about me. Right now. For me. Please. I know you wanted to talk to him when you got home this eveni-"

Kurt cut him off with another quick kiss, "Okay. I will."

Blaine asked, "You sure? Now I feel like I pressured you."

Kurt chuckled lightly, "You need to stop being so paranoid. I am not ashamed of you and you didn't pressure me and I want to be with you. I will do whatever it takes to prove it, honey."

Kurt tilted his phone so that both him and Blaine could see the screen as Kurt typed the text out and sent it:

To: Dad

Dad, I was going to wait until I got home to tell you but I can't hold this in any longer. I've been keeping something from you since Sunday evening. I have a boyfriend. My beautiful roommate, Blaine Anderson. See you in a few hours - K

Blaine chuckled as Kurt pressed the send button, "Beautiful?"

Kurt smiled, opening his camera app and taking a photo of Blaine, who was smiling goofily at the fact that Kurt told his dad that he thought Blaine was beautiful. He then turned his phone around with the photo on the screen and shrugged, "Yes. Beautiful."

Blaine's mouth fell open as he caught sight of the purple splotch on his cheek, "That's a lot worse than I thought."

Kurt's smile faded slightly but was still noticeable, "You see what I mean?"

Blaine nodded in response before there was a moment's silence. He broke it as he shifted in preparation to stand up, "You really think I'm beautiful even with this?" He lightly touched his bruised cheek, wincing slightly at the spark of pain that flooded through the entire left side of his face.

Kurt nodded, "You will always be beautiful to me, Blaine, no matter what."

He stood up, extending his arm out to offer his hand for Blaine to take. Blaine didn't hesitate to place his hand in Kurt's and slot his fingers in between his boyfriend's. Kurt hoisted him up with a little too much force, causing Blaine to fall into his chest and almost stumbling over as a result. Blaine steadied Kurt, grinning widely as he did, "Sorry. I'll try not to flatten you with my blubber."

Kurt lightly struck his hand against Blaine's stomach, "What are you on about? I can feel nothing but muscle."

"Maybe someday you'll get to see it." Blaine winked and bit his lip. Kurt's mouth fell open and his eyes widened as Blaine let go of his hand and started down the corridor, his hips swaying seductively as he did. He stopped in his stride and called over his shoulder, "Are you coming to class, babe?"

Kurt jogged up behind him to catch up, lacing his fingers between Blaine's again once he was walking beside him and playfully swung their arms between them, "You see. Not ashamed. And I won't let go until we're in our seats. The whole of our European Geography class will see us together like this."

Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder as they continued around the corner, sighing happily, "You're a great boyfriend. You know that, right?"

Kurt replied in the same happy tone as Blaine had used, his grin widening as he did, "You're the best boyfriend a guy could ask for."

"I doubt that considering you are."

Kurt questioned, "Is this one of those times when we'll never agree?"

Blaine chuckled, nodding his head slightly, careful to keep his head resting on Kurt's shoulder, "Yes it is."

Kurt hummed happily before responding in a sing-song tone, "And yet, I wouldn't change it for the world."

"Me neither."

"Mom, Burt, we're home."

Burt immediately poked his head around the archway between the front hallway and the living room, his eyes narrowing at Finn who was dragging his bags across the wooden floor, "Finn Christopher Hudson! How many times have I told you to carry your bags instead of scraping them across the floor?"

Finn rolled his eyes, lifting his bag as he advanced towards the stairs, preparing to go to his room, "About a million and one."

Without another word to Finn, who was slowly disappearing into the shadows of the dark upstairs hallway, he turned to Kurt who was still standing by the door, looking as though he was about ready to escape if he absolutely had to. Burt crossed his arms across his chest, "So. I got your message. What do you expect me to do with that information besides make me want to find my shotgun?"

Kurt's eyes widened, "Why would you want to find your shotgun?"

Burt replied sternly, "So that way when he hurts you, I can shoot him."

Kurt shook his head, exasperated by his father's thought process, "He won't. For now, we're great. Better than great."

Burt changed the subject a little, still using the same stern tone, "I barely know anything about the kid, Kurt. How can I know you'll be safe and loved by him?"

Kurt replied, his lips quivering as he wasn't sure whether to smile at his father's concern or to keep a neutral face for the question that slipped past his lips, "How about he stays with us for fall break and you could get to know him then?"

Burt raised an eyebrow, "What?" emphasising the 't' as he spoke.

Kurt nodded, suddenly certain that saying that was a good thing as this meant he had 3 weekends to change his father's mind instead of if he had waited until next weekend like he had originally planned. Clearly things weren't going to plan as it was, so he might as well have laid everything on the line, and get everything out in the open if it was necessary. He replied enthusiastically, "Yeah, Dad. He's unable to go home for fall break because his brother is going to be in Miami and his parents live in Japan for now, all because of work. Just please, Dad. I'm having trouble being apart from him for 2 nights. I'm not sure whether or not I could survive fall break. You could get to know him. I could show him around Lima. He could meet some of my friends. It'll be a great week."

Burt took a couple of steps towards Kurt, responding calmly, "I can tell how much you want something by how much of a drama queen you act like when you're talking to me. Some rules will need to be set. I know you share a room at Dalton but there will be rules. What you do there is none of my business. But under my roof, no shenanigans."

Kurt felt himself blush as he stumbled on his words, "W-w-we haven't had s-s-sex, Dad, if that's what you're getting at. I'm not planning to for a while yet. I want to be sure, so you have nothing to worry about."

His dad bobbed his head hesitantly, "Bedroom door always open whenever you're down there; he sleeps on your bed couch like Finn used to before him and Carole moved in here; no funny business, regardless of whatever's going on at school."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, uncertainty cutting through his voice, "So is that a yes?"

Burt couldn't help but let a meek smile dance across his lips, "Yes, buddy." Kurt let out a squeal of delight before Burt added, "But, there will be more rules. Don't think there won't be more rules."

Kurt enveloped a hug around his father, unable to contain his excitement, "Thank you, Dad. You won't regret it."

Burt chuckled as he patted his son's back, "Make sure I don't."

To: Blaine xxxxx

Fall break? - K xoxox

From: Blaine xxxxx

What about it, babe? ;D - B xoxox

To: Blaine xxxxx

Please tell me you're joking - K xoxox

From: Blaine xxxxx

Of course I am. Coop said it's all good :) So excited :D - B xoxox

To: Blaine xxxxx

Me too, Blaine :D There are going to be rules though - K xoxox

From: Blaine xxxxx

Kinda figured :P I'm sharing a room with Finn, aren't I? - B xoxox

To: Blaine xxxxx

Actually, if you sleep on my foldable bed and we keep the door open whenever we're both down here, you can stay in my room :) - K xoxox

From: Blaine xxxxx

Awesome :D I gotta run. Wes and David are begging me to have buggy races against them. Have fun with Mercedes this afternoon :3 - B xoxox

To: Blaine xxxxx

Just make sure you don't get hurt, Blainey. I can only imagine how upset that would make me. Oh, and don't get caught, honey. You know it's against the rules. You won't be allowed to drive on campus anymore - K xoxox

From: Blaine xxxxx

I won't, don't worry :) And anyway, it's another excuse to get you to drive me everywhere if I get caught ;) - B xoxox

To: Blaine xxxxx

Stop being an goofball and go have fun with your friends :) Enjoy your Saturday :) Text me after lights out? - K xoxox

From: Blaine xxxx

Of course! Wouldn't miss it for the world :3 - B xoxox

"ON YOUR MARKS! GET SET! GO!"

Blaine pressed down the accelerator and sped off ahead of David and Wes, the other boarders who had stayed for the weekend cheering and applauding wildly as they began to race across the huge, luscious, deep green lawn outside the boarding house.

Blaine couldn't help but laugh as the adrenaline pumped through his veins; the thought of being caught by this weekend's teacher-in-charge was exhilarating. He had never dared to break any rules until now. He was feeling more comfortable in his environment, being a sophomore now and all, so he was beginning to feel the urge to push the boundaries, and the two seniors he was currently racing were helping him to do so.

A thought flashed through his mind. He almost took his foot off the accelerator. What if Mr Thornton was the boarding teacher this weekend? He was a model student, and had only been into his grand and elegant office for praise and for friendly chats about the school and his progress, or even just a chat about life in general. He didn't want to disappoint, but at the same time, he knew he could win. The thought of winning this race overruled all his other thoughts, and so he pressed his foot down as hard as the pedal would let him. He looked over his shoulder and yelled, "You're no match for me, guys. Seriously, this is a race, not a leisurely drive across campus."

Suddenly, Blaine heard the slightly nasally voice of one of his fellow Warbler, Trent, yell across from the boarding house to where Blaine was driving, "Tree!"

Before Blaine could even register what he had said, he felt the crash, his body thrown sideways as he fell out the buggy, his head hitting a root from the tree as he did. He lifted his head, clutching where he had hit it, only to feel drops of his own warm blood trickling down his forehead and temple. Wes had abandoned his buggy in the middle of the lawn and had ran over to Blaine for the rest of the distance, whilst David sped up in his buggy and joined Wes merely seconds later, breaking smoothly to avoid the tree and dented buggy. They both knelt down, and tried to turn him over. Wes quietly said, "Let me see it. Let me see, Anderson."

Blaine turned over, catching sight of the small puddle of blood seeping into the dirt, "Go get someone. Anyone. Just go."

The time between the teacher coming and the trip to the hospital was hazy to Blaine. His vision became fuzzy but the world around him never blacked out. He slipped between blurry vision and oversensitivity to the light. He wasn't entirely sure how he even ended up in the Westerville ER, but by the time he was sitting in the waiting room with Jeff, he had gotten his bearings. A bandage was now wrapped around his head and eye. He understood why his head was covered, but he didn't understand why his eye was covered. He turned to Jeff, "Wh-what's wrong with me?"

Jeff patted Blaine's shoulder, "Deep cut to the forehead and a tear to the eyelid."

Blaine rested his head against the waiting room wall, closing his uncovered eye to rest it, "Great. I'm gonna have scars. What if they're unattractive? What if Kurt doesn't like scars?"

Jeff chuckled softly beside him, "He likes you for more than your looks, you know. Any guy's lucky to have you, and I think he knows he's lucky."

Blaine hummed beside his friend, "I'm the lucky one. I can't believe no one else has loved him like I love him now." His uncovered eye snapped open and he began to open and close his mouth but no words came out. He could feel the heat of a blush creeping through his face. He couldn't believe he had just said that.

Jeff asked encouragingly, "Do you really mean that?"

Blaine sighed happily, "Yeah. Yeah, I think I love him. But I can't tell him. He'll freak out."

Jeff smiled at him but didn't say anything. Blaine didn't continue voicing his musings aloud. They sat in silence, leaving Blaine in his own thoughts. He loved Kurt. He loved him. That was going to make things even more complicated.

Kurt was so glad to visit the Lima Bean. The coffee wasn't as good as back in the boarding house coffee room but he had still missed the scene. He sat at his usual window table, two other empty chairs surrounding it, as he patiently waited for Mercedes and Tina to arrive. Kurt hadn't planned on seeing Tina as she seemed too busy with Mike during the weekends nowadays, but it seemed that Mike had made plans with his parents or something, leaving Tina's plans wide open.

He sipped on his latte, his eyes fixated on the door as he did, hoping that the longer he looked at them the quicker his friends would show up. It only took a minute more of staring before he recognised the familiar faces and animated voices that came through the door. Before he could ever stand up to greet them, Kurt was pulled into a tight hug by both girls, "Okay easy, ladies. This jacket is an Alexander McQueen."

Tina giggled as she sat down opposite him, "Mercedes, you owe me a coffee."

Mercedes slung her leather jacket onto the back of the last chair and sighed, "Girl, I thought he wouldn't wear one because of all the hugging. I'll be back in a minute with your coffee."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at Tina as Mercedes walked off towards the counter. Tina responded to his look, "We had a bet about whether you'd be wearing any Alexander McQueen today and I won."

Kurt shook his head, taking another sip of his latte, "That doesn't surprise me. That you were betting on me." He paused and looked out the window for a second before mentioning, "Once you've been to the Dalton Academy coffee house, no other coffee compares."

Tina replied suggestively, "Maybe it's not the coffee but the company."

Kurt sighed, "Mercedes told you about Blaine, didn't she?" Tina nodded as he continued, "How much has she told you?"

Tina smiled, "Not that much. Just that he's your boyfriend and your roommate and that he gave you a hickey the size of a planet."

She reached across the table and began to tug the scarf away before Kurt batted her hand away, "No, Tina. It's still there, okay? I- I- Ugh, fine."

Mercedes sat down as he removed the scarf, letting out an over-the-top gasp, "It's even bigger in person."

Kurt rolled his eyes, as the two girls gaped at him, "So how's West Lima High?"

Mercedes filled him in, "Well, Rachel's practically taken over Lyrical Explosion, and the teachers aren't as dramatic and are a lot more attentive. But we miss you guys."

Tina swallowed her sip of coffee, "Oh and we got our letter for Sectionals. We're up against you Warblers, and we're hosting it."

"Really?"

Mercedes nodded, "Yeah boy, so you better bring the best of the best or else we're gonna wipe the floor with you. The guys in Lyrical Explosion are getting better by the day."

Kurt chuckled, "Oh, don't you worry. Our lead singer is Blaine. We've got the best of the best." Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. He slid it out slowly, "I bet this is him now. He's always sending me cute text messages."

He looked down at the screen, his eyebrows knitted in confusion when Blaine's name didn't light up on the screen:

From: Carole Hudson-Hummel

Kurt, you know how I'm working at Westerville Hospital for the next few weekends? Well, I'm currently looking over a chart before this consultation and you might want to drive over here. I have Blaine's chart, honey. I have a patient by the name of Blaine Anderson, who has come from Dalton. He's stable and conscious but I think he might need a hand to hold when I give him treatment for his head injury. Let me know what you're going to do. I need to go deal with a trauma case that has just come in - Carole x

Kurt frantically replied, his eyes widening as he did:

To: Carole Hudson-Hummel

OMG! Is he okay? Stupid question. I'll be there in 35 minutes. If you need to do treatment before then, then I'll be there by the time you're finishing up. Just do what's best for him. I'll be there as soon as I can - K x

He stood up and pocketed his phone, the two girls looking up at him, confused expressions plastered on their faces, "Ladies, I'm sorry, but I need to go. An emergency has come around and I need to drive to Westerville for the rest of the afternoon."

Mercedes stood up and hugged him, "Okay, boy. Drive safe, and whatever's happened, I'm sure it will be fine."

Kurt nodded, a hint of despair in his voice as he began to assume the worst, "I'll tell you both what's going on later, when I know fully. I just need to go. I'm sorry."

Tina smiled, "Go. We'll rearrange this for another time."

Kurt nodded in response before blowing each of them a kiss and then running out of the building and straight to his car, a shiny black Lincoln Navigator.

He unlocked the door and buckled up frantically, turning the key in the ignition at the same time. He needed to get to Westerville and fast, but without breaking any road laws. He just hoped that he didn't get lost, because the sooner he got there, the sooner his mind would be put at ease. Because whilst Carole had told him that Blaine was stable, he wasn't convinced that that meant he was okay. After all, he was in the ER: a place people go when they're seriously ill or terribly injured.

Blaine was now sitting in a treatment room, waiting for a nurse to come and give him stitches for his forehead and to re-bandage his eye. Jeff had to return to the Dalton campus due to the long waiting time conflicting with curfew. Blaine didn't want his friend to get into trouble for not signing the necessary forms to be out past curfew. He knew he would be an exception because he was receiving treatment in the ER.

Now that he was completely alone, he couldn't help but think about how he let Kurt down, having told him that he wouldn't get hurt. He felt like Kurt would be disappointed when he found out what happened.

His thoughts were interrupted as the door creaked open and in walked a short, light brunette woman with soft and caring green eyes. Her smile showed that she wasn't just there to treat him but to also comfort him, and he couldn't help but allow a wave of relief to wash over him, only to be replaced by the guilt he was previously feeling.

The nurse greeted him, "Hi Blaine, I'm Carole. I'll be treating you today. Before I treat you, I must ask you a few questions and then go and get the necessary things to ensure for an effective recovery."

Blaine smiled and nodded, something ringing a bell in his head. Where had he heard the name Carole before? Then it clicked. The lightbulb lit up. He raised an eyebrow, "Nurse Carole Hudson-Hummel?"

Carole nodded, "I thought I recognised your name. You know Kurt Hummel, right?"

Blaine grinned goofily, "Yes. He's my b- roommate."

Carole laughed softly, "Okay, so can you confirm your birthday for me?"

Blaine replied matter-of-factly, "5th October 1996."

Carole nodded and ticked it on her chart before starting, "And can you confirm your scho-"

Suddenly the door flew open and in came the boy who made Blaine's heart somersault every second he was with him. Kurt breathed heavily, "I got here as soon as I could."

Carole smiled and gestured towards a chair on the other side of the bed Blaine was sitting on. Kurt walked around the end of the bed and sat down, taking Blaine's hand in his own but not saying a word whilst Carole finished her questioning.

Confirm your school. Dalton Academy. Confirm your home address. Apartment 6D, 82 Van Street, Cincinnati, Ohio. Confirm your next of kin. Cooper Anderson, brother. How did the incident happen? Being stupid enough to accept a golf buggy race challenge by two seniors, and then drive too fast. Have you been unconscious at all? No, but my vision has been blurry. What's your father's name? William. Did you work last summer and if so, where? Starbucks on West McMillan Street. Who is the boy sitting next to you? Kurt, my amazing bo- roommate.

He was certain that the last few questions were to test his memory and to determine whether he was suffering from brain damage. It seemed to check out just fine. He knew he got everything right. He wasn't sure if Carole knew that Kurt was his boyfriend yet, so he had to have a lot of control to make sure he didn't let it slip.

Carole left the room to go grab a few things before she removed his bandage and started doing her work. He turned to Kurt, looking into hurt blue eyes, whispering, "Kurt, I'm so sor-"

He was silenced when Kurt leant across and pressed his lips against his own, making the rest of his sentence come out as a small groan. Why wasn't Kurt scolding him for hurting himself? His parents would have. Cooper might have, although with his injury history, Blaine might have gotten away with this.

He concentrated on the movement of their lips, slotting perfectly together and moving in perfect synchronisation. Blaine reached across and placed both his hands around Kurt's waist, desperately trying to bring him closer. He needed Kurt's arms around him. He needed it for comfort. He needed it because he felt more connected like that. Kurt eventually took the hint, sliding his arms around Blaine's neck, as Blaine started to place gentle licks onto Kurt's lips, hoping Kurt would take that hint too. But he didn't.

Instead, Kurt pulled away. Blaine couldn't help but frown. Kurt took in a deep breath and then a tear started to fall. Blaine's frown was now on his face for a different reason. He took an arm from around Kurt's waist and began to wipe the tears away from his boyfriend's eye, "Baby, what's wrong?"

Kurt swallowed a sob, "You really scared me."

Blaine pulled Kurt up onto the bed, holding him in his arms. His heart threatened to break out of his chest as the new, welcoming warmth snuggled further into his embrace. He began to stroke Kurt's hair absentmindedly as Kurt whimpered a little. Blaine whispered, "Ssh ssh. It's okay. I'm okay. I'm so sorry. I won't do anything like this ever again. I promise." He paused, thinking how he could get Kurt to respond to him, "How did you find out anyway?"

Kurt lifted his head to look Blaine in the eye, "Carole thought it was you when she looked at your chart 45 minutes ago, but with a trauma case coming in and everything, it gave me time to grab my things and get here before she treated you."

Blaine couldn't help but let a small smile curve on his lips, "You've brought your stuff with you?"

Kurt responded shyly, "I'm coming back to Dalton for the rest of the weekend. Make sure you don't do anything else ridiculous."

Blaine leant down to kiss his boyfriend once more, completely overwhelmed that Kurt had given up his weekend plans to come back here. Because of him, albeit to make sure that he didn't do anything else stupid, but it still spoke volumes to Blaine. He knew Kurt had plans with his Lima friends all weekend, that his boyfriend was really enthused about all his plans this weekend, but he was willing to give up coffee with Mercedes, spa morning with Quinn, Santana and Rachel, an afternoon watching films with everyone, including the new additions to Dalton Academy. Kurt really did care about him, that much was now apparent in Blaine's mind.

They both pulled away, jumping slightly as the door was opened. Carole came back with new bandages, an eyepatch and a medical stitching needle. She walked over to a drawer without saying a word and pulled out the medical stitching thread, a few antiseptic wipes and a small box of tissues. She sat down in the chair she was previously sat in and placed the items on the metallic table next to the bed before reaching under the table to grab a pair of gloves from the table's under-shelf. She smiled slightly, "Kurt, honey, you can't be sitting there right now. You can when I'm done, okay?"

Kurt nodded and slid back down into the chair opposite Carole without saying a word, taking Blaine's hand in his own once more. Blaine gave Kurt's hand a reassuring squeeze, as if it was Kurt who was about to have stitches. When Kurt squeezed back, Blaine knew that everything would be okay eventually. He was worried out of his mind about having stitches and an eyepatch and possible scars on his face for the rest of his life. He didn't dare show his anxiety though, not in front of Kurt, who was already shaken up. He needed to be strong. He needed to show no fear, because if he completely lost it, then so would Kurt, and he wasn't prepared to make Kurt feel terrible. So for now, he just took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth together as Carole began to unwrap the bandages, longing for the procedure to end before it had even begun.

Kurt lay with Blaine on his bed, pretending to watch Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire on his laptop, but he was distracted. Blaine rested his head on Kurt's chest as Kurt stroked his mildly gelled hair, careful not to snag his bandage or eyepatch at all.

Blaine noticed, reaching to the laptop and pausing the movie before looking up at his boyfriend, "What's wrong?"

Kurt smiled down at Blaine, "Nothing. Nothing at all."

Blaine raised an eyebrow and chimed accusingly, "Kurt."

Kurt sighed in defeat, "You really want to know?" Blaine nodded, causing Kurt to sigh once more, "You're perfect to me. You're just so perfect. I don't get why someone so perfect would want to be with me."

Blaine shook his head in disbelief, "I'm not perfect. If I'm perfect then you must be some kind of super-perfect."

Kurt grinned widely, "But that's not possible. In any case, the point remains that you're too good for me."

Blaine shifted up the bed a little so that their eyes were level with each other's. Kurt avoided eye contact at all costs, but Blaine was having none of it, "Kurt, look at me. I want to look into your eyes when I say this." Reluctantly, Kurt looked straight ahead into Blaine's eyes, where Blaine was lucky that his boyfriend had appeared to have gotten lost in them. He briefly bit his lip before continuing, "Kurt, I'm not too good for you. No one is too good for you. You're too good for everyone else. I can't imagine lying here cuddled up to anyone else. What we have, what we've gotten ourselves into, I wouldn't change it for the world." He laced his fingers in between Kurt's where their hands had been resting on Kurt's chest. He grinned widely, "I wouldn't have normally asked a guy out who I have only known a week. I took the chance with you not expecting anything to happen because I knew you were special, unique, unbelievable. And the fact you would want to be with me makes me think that I'm imagining your existence."

Kurt's face was now millimetres away from Blaine's, "I need you to stay in my life."

Blaine shifted his body slightly closer to his boyfriend, "You have me. You won't lose me. I'll stay as long as you want me around."

They shared a few innocent kisses, the promise of a long relationship looming in the air. As Kurt pulled away from the last kiss, his thoughts fumbled for a second. He wondered in his head, "Do I tell him? Should I risk it? It seems like a good time to announce it. But what if it ruins everything?"

He shook his head and continued to place quick yet beautiful kisses on his roommate's lips, wondering how he had managed to be so lucky, even if Blaine didn't think that Kurt was the lucky one.

Dear Journal,

What a weekend! Let's see, before Friday was even over, I got beaten up by Karofsky. What a bastard! He's the biggest homophobe ever, but how his motives are always to do with Kurt suggests something more. Like when Caleb in middle school; he bullied me and he announced that he's gay a few months ago. I'm not saying that this Karofsky situation is the same, but I'm not ruling out the possibility. I'm going to need to keep an eye on that. Who knows what could happen?

So I had a black eye from that. Then I raced with David and Wes across the boarding house lawn in golf buggies and crashed into a tree. Fell out face first into a tree root. Reasonably deep cut to the forehead (7 stitches) and a tear to the eyelid (nothing they could do about that except for an eyepatch until it's healed). I'm worried that Kurt's going to find any scars I will have unattractive. I know he's not shallow, and will get past it but how am I supposed to lure him into loving me when he's mildly repulsed by my face.

Oh yeah, by the way, I figured something out. I LOVE KURT ELIZABETH HUMMEL! I know he's certainly not there yet and I'm just jumping into everything far too quickly, but is it weird that it feels right to me? It's weird, isn't it?

Oh, Thad came in a minute ago with our Sectionals letter. We're competing the Friday we break for Fall Break. Go figure! I'm going home to Cincinnati the weekend before seeing as it will make little sense to go from Lima to Cincinnati just to go back again, what with me spending the week at Kurt and Finn's.

We're competing against West Lima High's Lyrical Explosion and Kenton Central's Singing Charms. Ha ha ha. Sorry, I can't even write that without expressing my laughter. Singing Charms?

Anyway, need to sleep now. Tomorrow's Monday and Monday means lessons.

- Blaine

Dear Journal,

One word for this weekend: mayhem! Blaine got beaten up and seriously injured in the space of 24 hours. I came back here because I don't want him doing anything else ridiculous that could end up with even more injuries. It's not that I don't trust him. I just want to make sure he's safe, and the easiest way to put my mind at ease was by staying with him this weekend.

I'm glad I did though. We watched Harry Potter and cuddled up and had a great time together. I hope this is how fall break will be. Us two just having a laugh and enjoying each other's company with the occasional meeting up with friends.

Speaking of friends, Thad gave us the information for Sectionals. We get out of the last day before fall break as we have to take the trip to Lima to thrash Lyrical Explosion and these other people called Singing Charms. Some people are strange enough to call their glee club that. I'm not going to judge. Well, actually...

Can it please just be the Friday before fall break already? Sectionals and then a whole week with my boyfriend. It's going to be amazing. Have to wait 2 more weeks though. Just hoping they go quickly.

- Kurt

A/N: So there you have it. Hope you enjoyed this chapter :) I'll update as soon as I can :D PLEASE REVIEW! :) - foreveragleek44