A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the delay, but I've been so busy lately doing end-of-year projects and all of that crap. Anyways, I thought I'd make it up to you all by writing an extra long chapter today. Hope you all enjoy it!

Before we get to the story, I'd like to answer a question that has come up several times. I didn't let you know who the voice was because I wanted to leave it as a cliffhanger. You will find out in this chapter, however, so don't worry! I was so excited to write this chapter because I really wanted to have Santana go all bitch-crazy on someone, so I put that in here. Enjoy!

Oh, and please excuse my Spanish. As I only speak a little Spanish, I don't know if I used proper grammar or spelling. I had to rely on Google Translate, so I apologize for the suckiness of it all.

Disclaimer: Since I have currently run out of clever disclaimers, I will simply state that I own neither Glee nor Snow Patrol's "Chasing Cars"

Chapter 4: Let's Waste Time

"Karofsky."

Blaine sounded angry as he stood up to face the homophobic bully who had made Kurt's life a living hell, and Kurt couldn't blame him. It was a perfect moment, so beautiful, and of course that smelly jock had to ruin it. Damn you, Karofsky, Kurt thought as he stood up too. Ruining my life, as usual. Wait, what happened to the Bullywhips? Oh, right, he and Santana broke up, so he didn't need to care about that any more. Kurt realized that Karofsky would go back to his old ways as soon as the beard couple broke up, but of course Kurt didn't tell his dad. Or Blaine, for that matter, Kurt added.

"What the hell are you doing here, Karofsky?" Kurt asked, almost yelling. The patrons, many of them classmates of his, paid no attention to the argument occurring in the shop.

"Getting my coffee, of course. I was all happy and fine until I saw you two gays over here and didn't want you both spreading your rainbows and glitter everywhere," a scowling Dave answered.

"We're not frickin' UNICORNS, Dave!" Blaine exclaimed, turning pink with anger. "What's up with you suddenly picking on us? Did you break up with your beard?"

Karofsky grabbed Blaine's collar and hissed, "Shut the hell up! Don't you EVER mention this out loud, or I swear I will kill you, you dirty little fag!"

Kurt glared at Karofsky. "Don't you ever call him that again!"

"Babe, let me take care of this. You just go...get in the car," Blaine whispered to his boyfriend.

"No, I'm staying here with you. I can't leave you with this imbecile, not when it's my fault you have to go through all this crap."

"Aww, how sweet. Little Porcelain is standing up for his faggy boyfriend. Adorable," Karofsky mocked.

"I thought I told you not to call him that again," Kurt growled, stepping closer to the closeted bully.

"Oh yeah, pretty boy? Whatcha gonna do about it?" Dave taunted, shoving the countertenor.

"Don't you ever lay hands on him," Blaine warned, standing in between the two other boys.

"What, you mean I can't do this?" Karofsky replied, swinging at Kurt.

Crunch. The sound of Dave's fist making contact with Kurt's face was sickening. Immediately, blood started coming from his nose. It started as a drip, but eventually started gushing. Blaine gasped and, with all of his might, swung back at Karofsky, hitting him right in the jaw. The bully fell back, hitting the table behind him. In the confusion, Kurt grabbed the rose from the table and tapped out a few quick texts, but Blaine said, "I'm ahead of you, love. Let's go get you washed up."

"But-but-" Kurt tried to ask, but he was interrupted by a loud, shrill, "What the hell happened here?"

Kurt felt like cheering as he saw several familiar faces storm into the cafe. Finn, Puck, Mike, Sam, and Santana all practically ran over to the table. The males in the group of arriving New Directions members grabbed Karofsky to hold him back while the Latina shrieked at him in a mix of Spanish and English.

"¿Qué carajo, Karofsky? Why did you have to go and bully these poor boys on their date? I mean, vamos, asqueroso. There was no reason other than the fact that you're jealous that they're so open about-"

"SHUT UP!" Karofsky roared. "I'M NOT READY TO COME OUT OF THE CLOSET YET!"

Silence took over the Lima Bean now. Everyone was focused on the group of teenagers arguing in the center of the cafe. Karofsky realized what he had just admitted, and started sputtering.

"W-what I-I meant w-was...I-I mean..." he tried to explain, but was too embarrassed to finish his sentence. He sulked out of the coffee shop, glaring at Kurt and muttering, "This isn't over, faggot."

After Karofsky had left, the other patrons continued on with their business as if nothing had happened. The show choir kids stood in silence until Blaine finally remembered Kurt's bloody nose, which had now almost ended, but they were both covered in blood. He didn't think Kurt's nose was broken, but he wanted to take the countertenor to the hospital anyways to be sure.

"We should go now, love. I want you to have your nose checked out," Blaine cooed lovingly. He turned to the other McKinley High students. "I don't know if I can thank you enough for helping us out with our, ah, situation. I don't think he'll be bullying our little Kurt anymore, do you?" They all laughed.

"Wait, but how did you guys get here so fast? I had only texted you a few seconds before you came in," Kurt questioned, utterly confused.

"Blaine texted us a while ago saying that there might be some trouble and that we should come to the Lima Bean just in case," Finn explained, patting Blaine on the back.

"You've got a good one there, pretty boy," Puck said to Kurt, who was grinning with love for his clever boyfriend.

"Oh, I knew that," he slyly replied.

"Well, I thank you all again, but I wanna make sure Kurt is alright. It was good to see you guys again, even under the circumstances." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and started to leave.

Santana winked at Blaine. "Well, I sure hope we'll get to see you soon. In fact, I know for a fact we will."

"Don't, Santana, he's gay. Even you couldn't turn him straight," Mike said, and everyone laughed.

"I know, but don't I get points for trying?" Santana asked, feigning innocence.

Kurt snorted but then winced. "Ow, my nose."

"I know, baby. Let's get you to the doctor's office," his boyfriend whispered as they left the coffee shop. "Bye, everyone. Thanks again!"

"Well, it's not broken, thankfully, but your nose is definitely going to be sore for a while," the doctor, who didn't look up from his folder, explained to Kurt after examining the X-rays. "What exactly happened?"

Blaine, not wanting to discuss the situation with the doctor, simply said, "Door. I didn't see him coming behind me, so I accidentally let the door slam in his face. I feel really bad about it now because it was all my fault." He looked at Kurt and mouthed, I'm so sorry, but Kurt just shook his head and mouthed, Not your fault, back to him.

The doctor nodded into the file. "Well, accidents do happen," he said, but paused and looked up to see the other voice in the room. "Blaine? Is that you, my dear boy?" he inquired, incredulous.

Blaine answered, "Yes, it's me," before realizing who it was and standing up to hug the man. "Dr. Thomas! I haven't seen you in ages! How are you?"

"I've been alright since your father fired me. I found an excellent job at this hospital and have been working here since then. How have you been?"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand. "I've been great," he replied. "Dad shipped me off to Dalton Academy to 'change my ways', but I showed him." He grinned mischievously. "Which reminds me, I should probably introduce you, Kurt, to Dr. Thomas. Well, of course you know he's your doctor, but he and I have known each other for years. He was like an actual father to me when my father was not. In fact, he was the only one who supported me when I came out. He understands what it's like."

Kurt smiled at the doctor. "So, you're gay too?"

Dr. Thomas laughed. "Proudly so," he said, beaming. "Been with my partner for 15 years now, and we've been married for 4. That's the reason I was fired, actually. Blaine's parents got rid of me as soon as they found out I was gay. They didn't want me 'corrupting their son' with my 'immoral beliefs'." The doctor rolled his eyes. "Too late."

Blaine smiled at Dr. Thomas. "Believe me, you never corrupted me. I was already pretty screwed up by the time I came out. My parents were jerks. You are the best doctor in Ohio, and they're too homophobic to realize that."

"Well, thank you for saying that, my boy. Now, are you going to introduce me to, um," Dr. Thomas looked at his file, "Mr. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel?"

Kurt blushed at the mention of his middle name. "Uh, I can introduce myself," he said shyly. "I'm Kurt, Blaine's boyfriend."

A look of surprise crossed the doctor's face. "Boyfriend, eh? Now I know what you meant by 'showing' your parents. Well, good for you, Blaine." Dr. Thomas turned to Kurt. "You treat him well, you hear? Because if you don't, as his stand-in father, I'm legally forced to kick your ass. Just a warning." He winked at Kurt, who had a look of utter horror on his face. "Kidding, my lad. Don't worry, I know you two will be fine. Now, back to your hurting proboscis. We can give you some meds to get rid of the pain, but other than that, since it's not broken, there's not much else to do. You're just gonna have to let it heal and be patient. And Blaine's probably going to need to take care of you for a few days." Dr. Thomas winked again. "Well, it was nice to see you again, Blaine, and nice to meet you, Kurt. I wish you both luck with everything." He smiled. "Oh, and Blaine?"

Blaine looked at his adoptive father. "Yes?"

The doctor smiled at him, handing the tenor a card. "Call me if you need anything. A place to stay, someone to talk to, contacts in the LGBT community, anything at all."

"Thank you, sir. It was nice to see you again as well," Blaine answered politely.

"Take care, my lad," Dr. Thomas called as the boys left the examination room and walked through the revolving doors to the parking lot.

"Dr. Thomas seemed nice," Kurt whispered groggily, looking his boyfriend in the eyes.

"Mmm," Blaine replied, half asleep. "He's great. He let me know that I wasn't alone, that I wasn't a freak for being gay."

"You're not alone, babe. I'm here, and I always will be." He embraced his boyfriend and murmured into Blaine's neck, "I love you, darling."

"Love you too, Kurtsie," the tenor mumbled, but then he remembered something. "Hey, babe?"

"Yes, love?" Kurt asked.

"I know this wasn't the picturesque, romantic way I wanted to do this, but will you go to prom with me?"

Silence followed, and Blaine silently cursed himself for being too direct.

Kurt smiled at his boyfriend. "You didn't even need to ask, darling. I would be honoured to go with you, on one condition."

"Yes?" Blaine asked, slightly confused.

"Let me sing you a song while you go to sleep," Kurt answered.

"Of course, dear."

And so Blaine listened lovingly as Kurt began singing a beautiful song that used to be one of Blaine's favourites. The curly haired boy drifted to sleep as the countertenor sang:

If I lay here, if I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

All that I am, all that I ever was

Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

Let's waste time chasing cars around our heads

A/N (pt 2): Aww, aren't Blaine and Kurt so cute? I was originally gonna leave out the Dr. Thomas scene, but I thought it would be cute to add in there. Let me know what you guys think. Remember: more reviews=happy author=faster posting :)

Oh, and my fave part? Santana screaming at Karofsky in Spanish. Also, Karofsky's (accidental) coming out. It was a pleasure to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it as well.