This is going to sound repetitive, but again, I'm sorry this took a while to put up. My schedule has been crazy, yadda yadda yadda. I hate making excuses, but it's true :P I do want to thank everyone who is reading this! The fact that I know people want more is the reason I manage to squeeze writing time into everything else I do. Much love to all of you!

Blaine lay awake that night reliving every second of the day in the park. He couldn't wipe the large grin off his face as he remembered how he and Kurt had sang together. How Kurt's soft lips felt against his own. How Kurt felt pressed against his body as they had sat in the park, just sat there loving the fact that they were next to each other. How each touch felt like it shot a rush of warmth and comfort through Blaine's body. Blaine knew this must be the happiest he's ever felt in his life. He had met a beautiful, strong, brave, unique, special boy a month ago. They had been skeptical about each other, hell, they still were. But now Kurt was his.He had kissed Kurt.

Blaine lay awake that whole night, far too energetic and elated to even think about sleeping. He just wanted to see Kurt again. To feel his lips against his own. To feel Kurt's body heat against him. To feel safe. To feel wanted. To feel like he belonged in this world for once. For once, everything felt right to Blaine Anderson. And he never wanted to let that feeling go.

Blaine awoke the next morning, and opened his eyes groggily, not wanting to get out of bed. Reluctantly he sat up, and was immediately hit with a wave of nausea. Gently, he lowered his head back onto the pillow and groaned. He was always horrible at staying up late because, no matter what, he felt sick come morning. The nausea usually went away after an hour or so, but as he looked over at his clock he realized he had already missed half of his first period class. Would it really matter if he missed more? Blaine slowly got up again and threw on some shoes—he decided if he stayed in his sweatpants and tee-shirt it would help stress the fact that he didn't feel good –and went out into the hall.

Blaine arrived at the nurse's room and tentatively walked in. A middle-aged lady looked up from where she was seated behind her desk. "Hello, can I help you?"

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck "I-I don't feel so good."

"What's your name?"

"Blaine Anderson"

The nurse wrote something down on a paper on her desk and looked back up at Blaine. "What seems to be the problem?"

"I don't know. I mean, I woke up and I just felt really nauseous—I still do."

"Alright, I'm going to take your temperature and we'll go from there."

Blaine nodded and allowed the nurse to give him a thermometer, which he took and put in his mouth. After a couple minutes the nurse held her hand out and Blaine gave her the thermometer.

She looked at it and shook her head. "You have a normal temperature, but you look a little pale. Why don't you go back to your room and lie down. I'll let your teachers know."

Blaine gave her a small smile of appreciation and walked out of the room. The nurse sighed as she picked up her phone to call the boy's teachers. He seemed tired, but other than that he was probably fine. However, considering he had never come down wanting to miss class before, she decided she could allow the kid a break.

Blaine had gone back to his room and had promptly fallen back asleep. After a while, he opened his eyes slowly, and sat up, feeling much better. He glanced over at his clock and noticed it was around 2:00. His classes ended in an hour and a half, and he really didn't feel like starting the school day now. He opted to just stay in his bed for the time being, and snuggled back under his covers, loving the fact that he had the day off.

He allowed his thoughts to wander aimlessly, until he remembered what had happened the day before. Kurt. Blaine grinned widely and felt his heart speed up at the thought of him. What he wouldn't give to be with Kurt now.

Suddenly, Blaine sat up in bed again, a plan tugging on the back of his mind, begging to be made a reality. He jumped out of bed and quickly got changed into his blue pants and white button down shirt—internally cringing that he had nothing but the Dalton uniform—all the while thinking hard. He had a free day. He wanted to see Kurt. He knew it was completely mad, but he also knew he had to leave Dalton.

He walked over to the window in his room and opened it, peeking his head out. He saw a security guard a ways away from the exit, and he just knew. It was one of those moments in time where you just know you can do something.

Blaine jumped out of the window, landing in the bushes below. He grimaced as a branch got under his pant leg and cut his leg, but he shook it off, and closed the window behind him. Quietly as he could, he walked out of the bushes and glanced at the security guard. The guard looked nothing but insanely bored and inattentive, and Blaine smiled.

He slowly started inching his way to the gate, honestly surprised that the school didn't have better security. However, because it worked greatly in his favor, he just continued to walk carefully towards the exit.

He looked at the guard again, and when the guard turned his head away from the gate, Blaine took his chance. He sprinted the rest of the way, desperately hoping he wasn't too loud. Luckily, the small boy didn't make too much noise, and he managed to sneak out without the guard noticing.

It took Blaine almost two hours, considering he was walking, but he managed to make it to McKinley High School. As he looked around the parking lot, he saw that it was mostly empty. However, as he scanned the few cars there, he decided one might be Kurt's car. He felt as though he had seen it before—maybe one of the times they had gone to get coffee.

Blaine decided he had come this far already, and that he didn't have too much to lose, so he walked up and opened a door to the school. He took in the sight of the empty hallways, and shrugged as he started to walk through them.

After a couple of minutes, two figures caught his eye down a hallway and he stopped. Upon looking at the two people, he realized that one of them, who was getting something from a locker, looked like Kurt. The second boy was quietly walking up behind Kurt, when Kurt turned his head, saw the boy, and took a deep breath.

Blaine watched as Kurt froze, and the taller boy walked closer to Kurt. Blaine wasn't sure how, but he knew that the other boy was Karofsky. Without thinking, Blaine started running down the length of the hallway, as he screamed "Get away from him you bastard!"

Both Kurt and Karofsky turned toward Blaine in surprise, as Blaine jumped into Karofsky. Normally, Blaine wouldn't be able to knock down someone as big as Karofsky, but the momentum he had built up from running caused Karofsky to stumble backwards and fall to the ground.

Kurt stared in shock as Blaine punched Karofsky continuously, with Karofsky fighting and punching him back. "Fag, get off me!" Karofsky yelled as Kurt called out in shock, "Blaine!"

Blaine couldn't explain where all the anger had come from, but he knew how much it killed him to even think about Kurt being hurt or scared. Even though Karofsky hadn't been doing anything to Kurt at that moment in time, Blaine felt he needed to hurt him for all the other things he had done.

"Blaine, stop!" Kurt called out, which caught Blaine off guard. Karofsky noticed that Blaine hesitated, and took the advantage to push Blaine off of him. Blaine slid a bit across the floor, but quickly stood up again and punched Karofsky.

"Stay away from Kurt."

"Why? Is he your boyfriend?" Karofsky sneered.

Blaine pushed Karofsky as he said "Yeah. He is."

Karofsky laughed mockingly as he pushed Blaine back. "Fags."

Blaine stood up as tall as he could and looked into Karofsky's eye, feigning confidence. "You're one to talk."

Kurt inhaled sharply, feeling helpless as Karofsky shoved Blaine into a locker, causing Blaine to fall back on the ground. "Being gay isn't wrong, Karofsky." Blaine glared at him.

Karofsky ran towards Blaine as Blaine stood up, and they started fighting again. Kurt screamed out "Blaine, Blaine stop! Karofsky leave him alone!"

The football player threw a punch at Blaine, but the smaller boy was quick, throwing himself to the side so that it connected with his cheek, rather than the nose Karofsky had been aiming for. Blaine winced, but managed not to let the pain show further, even though he'd have a nasty bruise there tomorrow.

Blaine looked towards his boyfriend. "I'm sorry, Kurt, but I have to do this." He'd been beaten up enough because of what he was, and he wasn't about to let this thick-skulled homophobe torture both of them. He knew that he wasn't as strong as Karofsky, and before he could get a good shot at the other guy's face, he would be leaving himself vulnerable.

He had been standing there for a few seconds, thinking, and Karofsky was getting impatient. "What, are you scared now that you're in a fair fight?"

Then again, a kick in the shins is always good to bring some pain. Blaine drew his foot back, and with all of the strength he could muster, sent it crashing it into Karofsky's shin. This brought a grunt from the football player, as Karofsky's face twisted into an expression of hatred. "You little bastard!" he roared, throwing himself at Blaine.

Again, Blaine tried to dodge, but he was too slow this time. He went under Karofsky as the two of them ended up on the floor, the other boy punching mercilessly. Blaine managed to get in a few good shots, but he wasn't as strong. He wasn't as tough as the other boys at Dalton, and he didn't think he would ever be. But he had some strength. And he knew one thing—he needed to make some kind of statement.

Blaine somehow rolled out from under Karofsky as they fought, and elbowed him in the nose. There was no crackof a nose being broken—he had hit at an odd angle—but there was some blood. Rage made Karofsky ignore the pain, and he crawled over to Blaine, who was questioning what the hell made him think he should get into this fight.

Suddenly Mr. Shuester came running down the hallway, "Guys, guys! Break it up!" He yelled, moving in between Blaine and Karofsky.

Mr. Shue stood in between Blaine and Karofsky, holding them back from each other. "Guys what's going on? Kurt?"

"I-" Kurt began, at a loss for words, not wanting to get Blaine in trouble. "Blaine was trying to keep Karofsky from bothering me and Karofsky fought back."

"Blaine?" Mr. Shue asked, looking at Blaine.

Kurt nodded. "Yea he's my…cousin." He covered quickly, not wanting to give away who Blaine was and get him in more trouble.

Blaine and Karofsky both had slightly surprised looks on their faces and Kurt elaborated. "He doesn't go to this school, he's just visiting."

Mr. Shue sighed. "Well since you don't go to this school, I can't do anything. But Karofsky, I'm going to have to take you to Principal Figgins. You boys should know better than to fight each other." Mr. Shuester took Karofsky by the arm and led him away towards Figgins' office, and Karofsky looked over his shoulder, glaring at Kurt and Blaine.

Once Karofsky and Mr. Shue left the hallway, Kurt turned to Blaine. "What are you doing here?" He asked, sounding slightly angry.

Blaine ran his hands through his hair, exasperated. "I didn't feel good this morning so the nurse said I could skip classes but then I felt better and I-I wanted to see you…" Blaine trailed off quietly.

Kurt couldn't help feel sorry for Blaine—who had some blood on his wrinkled, disheveled clothing, and all together just looked tired—but he still had to address the problem at hand. "You broke out of Dalton and then beat up Karofsky."

Blaine groaned. "It's sounds so bad when you say it like that."

Kurt gave him a pointed look and Blaine put his hands up in surrender. "Fine. I'm sorry. I didn't want to wait another week to see you."

Kurt shook his head. "Blaine you could get in so much trouble. I don't want you to get in trouble because of me. Then it would be my fault, and I don't want you to be in trouble in the first place but-"

"Kurt, calm down." Blaine cut Kurt off and Kurt looked at him quietly. "I'm sorry. But I should be fine getting back into Dalton through the window in my room that I left from. They think I'm sick, they probably just think I'm asleep. Don't worry about me."

"But I-I care about you. It's hard not to worry." Kurt said looking down at the floor.

Blaine took his hand and lifted Kurt's chin up, making eye contact with him. "I'm fine. But I'm here. Can we at least do something else?"

Kurt got a far-off look in his eye as he thought for a moment, and then he smiled slightly. "You wanna stay for dinner? My friends want to meet you."

Special thanks to my friend, who is Alina Lassiter on here, for helping to write some of the fight between Blaine and Karofsky

TBC