A/N: Okay, so heres the second update this week that I said might come. Now, I must warn you this is a little more angsty then what I would have liked, but it was necessary. Also, as a review I would really like your opinion on whether I should end this in one or two more chapters, and start a sequel. Why am I contemplating ending it? Read ahead and you'll find out. Let me know, this is a really big decision! And, as always, I hope you enjoy! -Lara

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On Sunday, all Kurt thought about was Blaine. Blaine this, Blaine that, Blaine everything.

The way he leaned against Kurt when they where walking through the movie theater, and his strong cologne left a lingering smell on Kurt. The way their hands had brushed together lightly, so lightly Blaine didn't even notice. The way Blaine's nose crinkled when he was thinking or trying to figure out what Kurt just said when using his big theatrical words, or how Blaine got a really far away look in his eye when Kurt started talking about fashion.

Especially Blaine's smile. His smile had so many different watts Kurt thought that if it where electric that bill would be so high nobody could pay it. There where many different types of his smile, Kurt had noticed. The fake one, the sarcastic looking one, his signature smirk that was more prominent, and his real smile that even reached his chocolate brown eyes.

A soft breath tickling his ear.

What?

Tilting his head back, groaning.

Um.. okay.

Something falling down around his ankles.

A whimper.

A what?

Soft touches.

Why was he being touched?

Nibbling on his neck, earlobe and lips.

Eyes open.

Blaine.

Kurt jolted out of bed so fast that his magazine that was beside him on the bed fell to the floor with a soft thud. He looked around, not sure of what exactly he was looking for. He was covered in cold sweat and his breathing was irregular, plus his pants felt too tight. His chest heaving, Kurt looked down to see his member was.. well, he was aroused, and that he had just had his first ever sex dream about someone, that someone being Blaine.

Kurt fell back on his pillows, groaning at the sunlight hitting his eyes. Turning slightly, he saw that he was just awake ten minutes earlier than he needed to be, since he was going to Dalton again for a full day, seeing as McKinley was still closed

Groaning, he sat up and turned off his alarm clock. He prayed his member would calm down, but he saw that it just wasn't going to happen and sighed. Of course he had.. done it before, but it didn't mean he liked doing it with his family at home.

He waddled over to his closet, pulling out the outfit he'd planned the night before and went into his own bathroom, securely locking the door and stripping off his way-too tight pajama pants and t-shirt, ripping open the shower door and setting the temperature to ice cold.

It did nothing.

So, he did what every boy has to do when cold water won't do the trick.

And so, he thought of the culprit whilst doing it.

Three hours, two cold showers and a apple eaten, Kurt arrived at the common room doors of Dalton Academy, taking a deep breath and walking in.

As usual, the five boys where seated at their regular table, already they where stuck into their French text books apart from Blaine, again, as usual.

'Morning.' Kurt greeted as he sat down, avoiding Blaine's gaze. He definitely didn't want to revisit last night, nor did he feel like explaining himself. For some reason, by the bigger than usual smirk on Blaine's face, Kurt knew that he knew the boys problem, somehow.

The boys muttered their hellos as they continued to write on their worksheets Kurt had given them over the weekend, obviously last minute studying for their French exam the next morning.

It was quiet. Eerily quiet until Kurt broke it.

'You guys never told me whether you all where leaving this week...' This caught the guys attention, all movement at the table stopped and they all looked towards Blaine who wasn't looking at them.

'Blaine?' Wes prompted.

Slowly, the curly haired boy looked around, a look of contemplation on his face. 'Do you want to leave?' He asked.

Kurt fought the urge to scoff, who would want to stay in a reform school?

All four boys nodded their heads.

Blaine sighed and turned around fully. 'Fine, you better all ace that test tomorrow then.'

All the boys let out a sigh of relief, looking a lot lighter. Kurt smiled.

'Are you leaving?' Nick asked.

Blaine bit his lip. 'I can't leave you losers alone out there, so I suppose I am.' He smiled small, looking at Kurt who was desperately trying to hold his tongue and ask why he even had to think about staying.

'Where are you going to go to school then? You're only Juniors.' Kurt asked instead.

Blaine stiffened. 'A different school, thats for sure.' He muttered. His friends nodded their heads vigorously in agreement.

'Where to?' Kurt asked again.

The bad-ass muttered something unintelligible.

'What?' Kurt asked, getting slightly annoyed.

'McKinley.' Wes answered with a shrug.

Kurt felt his heart race, his mouth go dry and his eyes widen immensely. Blaine, Wes, David, Jeff and Nick at McKinley? Where they serious? If thats where they wanted to go to escape homophobes that was definitely not the right school for them, Kurt thought. Especially if Blaine had bully issues- which Karofsky and Azimo would not help at all. What if Kurt and Blaine went on another date and Karofsky started hurting Blaine? Jeff and Nick where already an established couple, what the hell would happen to them walking hand-in-hand down McKinley's hallway? Kurt could only imagine and he was really starting to dread it. Though it would be nice to have his crush in the same school all the time, the other possibilities where scarier.

'If you guys want to escape homophobes thats not the place to go.' Kurt blurted before he had a chance to process it.

The boys looked up curiously, some of them looking slightly.. nervous.

'Why?' David asked, his voice wavering. He and Wes weren't gay, Kurt knew that, but the two where very protective of their three friends, just as they where each other. Kurt had soon figured out that where ever one went, they all went. They traveled in a pack and where best friends.

Kurt swallowed nervously, he didn't want to parade his business around but he was already suffering enough as it was, and he didn't want the three boys and their two friends to suffer the same thing.

'The football team..' He started nervously, fidgeting in his seat. 'They're not very accepting. At all.' He gulped. 'Theres a few guys in particular who... who make my life hell.' He said quietly, not meeting their shocked gazes. 'If you guys came.. Nick, Jeff, you guys are an established couple.. I-I don't want to even think about how much you'd suffer. Not particularly.. physical apart from being knocked against lockers, but emotionally..' He trailed off.

'How many guys we talking?' Wes asked.

Kurt paused. 'The whole team.. but theres only really two guys who are the worst.'

'We can take them.' Blaine said confidently. 'Its not like we haven't put people in hospital before.'

His friends nodded in agreement, but Kurt still felt edgy.

'I'm not going to lie..' He started again. 'I'd be worried. Do you guys join clubs?'

'Glee club!' Jeff said excitedly. 'And the football team.' Wes answered.

Kurt smiled. 'I'm in Glee Club, we're like the lowest on the food chain though, the misfits.'

'We still have these stupid exams to finish.' Blaine said defiantly. 'We'll see what happens on Friday.' He opened his book and began to work, signaling the end of the conversation.

'Blaine.' Kurt said, making the boy look up. 'Can we talk for a second?' He asked while standing up, walking to where they where a few weeks prior. Blaine said nothing and stood to follow Kurt into the empty alcove.

'You need to be careful.' Kurt said seriously, and was going to continued before being cut off.

'I know.' Blaine stated. 'I read your file, I know why you're here. I don't know what happened between you and that Karofsky kid apart from a heated argument, but I bet he bullies you, and once we're there you'll be fine.'

Kurt scoffed slightly. 'My own friends don't even notice whats going on.' He confessed quietly. 'The guy is twice your size too, you wouldn't stand a chance. I'm not going to lie when I say I'm especially concerned for Nick and Jeff, you can pass for straight with no problems, but if they want to walk around comfortably...'

'You think they're going to get beat up?' Blaine asked, amusement covering his tone. 'Anyone lays a finger on them and I will put them in hospital personally, no matter who the guy or his size, and if I need back-up Wes and David are there, just like they have been many a times before.' His eyes turned cold. 'We don't need you looking out for us, we're capable of that ourselves. The only reason I'm leaving is because they really hate it here.'

'You don't want to leave because you're scared.' Kurt challenged. 'Scared of being bullied, humiliated and just plain scared.'

Blaine glared coldly at Kurt, making him step backwards. 'You know nothing.' Blaine spat, getting up in his face. 'But I will do anything to protect my friends, and if that means putting that Karofsky guy on life support for him to get the message, I'll do it.'

'You don't know what hes capable of!' Kurt shot back. 'Ever had a kiss forced on you? Hm?' He spat. 'Of course not, but I have, and by him. I know what hes capable of, he threatened to kill me too if I told anyone!'

Blaine was shocked into silence, but his eyes where still cold and dark, speaking volumes.

'Trust me when I say you will hate it there when they find out you're gay, they'll make your life hell. Not just yours, but you and your friends. Just because they're small minded, its not fair but thats how McKinley is.' Kurt said finally.

Blaine narrowed his eyes. 'Trust me when I say we can look out for ourselves and take a few bullies who do nothing more then push you against a locker, and one being a closeted gay who I could easily out now that you told me.' He saw Kurt's shocked look and continued. 'I won't, but if he pushes me or even tries to touch Nick or Jeff, I will have his reputation shredded in seconds, and you can mark my words on that.'

Kurt shook his head in defeat. 'I'm only trying to help you. I don't know what happened in your old school but-'

'Exactly!' Blaine interrupted. 'You don't, so stop trying to help. I get what you just told me, I'm not stupid. I'll pass on all your tips to the guys, but to us thats absolutely nothing.'

Kurt felt like he'd just been slapped.

'A kiss being forced on me is nothing?' He asked incredulously. Blaine just shrugged. 'That was my first kiss, too. By the guy who bullies me because I'm proud of who I am and hes too scared to come out.'

Blaine's eyes softened slightly. 'I'm sorry.' He muttered. 'I just know what I'm doing, and once he meets me he won't want to touch you, or anyone. I promise.'

Kurt narrowed his eyes. 'Don't bother, I can handle myself just fine.' He spat, pushing past Blaine to the table. He quickly grabbed his bag and said goodbye to the other confused boys, walking back towards Blaine.

'I have no doubts that you can look after yourself, but it doesn't change the fact that you're just as scared as your friends are when it comes to starting a new school with known homophobes there.' He paused. 'And the fact that you don't want a repeat of what happened to you before, so you don't end up back in here. You told me what you, what you all did, last time was a mistake. Don't make that mistake again. Karofsky, none of those guys are worth it.'

Blaine watched as Kurt walked out of the common room, the door closing with a soft click, the only sound to be heard was the murmured chat of the other four guys and pens scraping against paper.

Blaine ran a hand through his hair, loosening his curled back gels.

He swore under his breath before turning to face the wall again.

He pulled his fist back and punched it. Hard. Leaving a gaping hole and him with scrapped knuckles, before pulling a book case against it and storming out angrily.

Bullies won't effect my life again, especially not a closeted one. They won't effect my friends lives again. Not over my dead body. He thought as he stormed up the stairs towards his room.

And Karofsky won't ever lay a finger on Kurt again when he meets me.

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