So I thought, why not?

My other fic's inexistent readers are probably furious with me.

My computer crashed but I found and old copy of about ¾ of the chapter in my phone so I decided to suck it, write the missing part, and post it.

Lastly, I wrote almost all of this during the hiatus so while I think it can fit in canon, it might be a little non-cannon if we consider the fact that nofuckingbody notices Blaine is not ok.

Christmas, better be Klismas Ryan!

Disclaimer: I had an OTP in my heart Ryan Murphy and you killed it. Now I have a dead OTP in my heart and pretty soon the corpse of my dead heart OTP is going to start to smell.

Enjoy!

Azimio was having a pretty awesome day.

He was extremely happy, he would have said ecstatic had he possessed a wider vocabulary. It was the perfect day; the doctor said last game's injury was completely healed, his grandmother had mailed him fifty bucks as a late birthday present, and his girlfriend's parents were gone for the weekend so yesterday, he had scored twice. It was the perfect day, it was also a shame it wouldn't last.

On the other side of the school, Blaine Anderson was having a pretty shitty day.

Nothing particularly terrible had happened today, it was an ordinary day in the life of the youngest Anderson. He woke up early, had a balanced breakfast cooked by one of the maids, and drove to school in his expensive car. However this casual commonness was what enervated Blaine the most. He and Kurt had broken up; the world wasn't supposed to keep spinning for he had lost his treasure, his will to fight. He had cheated on Kurt; life wasn't supposed to follow his curse, life was supposed to end and be over with for he had lost his Courage.

Fate works in funny ways, but chance works in the most awkward ways.

Azimio was walking down the corridor in a good mood, he had chemistry next and while it wasn't his best subject, repeating senior year, had its advantages; he had better grades than last year and actually understood what the teacher was talking about, well most of the time. Anyway, he was too happy, he felt invincible. In fact, he felt invincible enough that he thought bullying Blaine Anderson was a good idea. The guy had been enjoying to much leeway.

The Glee club's captain was getting his book for French class. Really? He glared at it before going for his bag but it was out of his grasp before he had a chance to react. His book lay on the floor and he heard a loud laugh, he raised his eyes and met the face of one of the jocks, Azimio, if his memory didn't failed him and it usually didn't.

That Neanderthal had thrown his book to the floor, his French book. Blaine felt a familiar warm raise from the pit of his stomach and spread through his body, he felt his heart racing and heard a ringing in his ears. It had been too long since he released some stress. He had learned to release stress and frustration in the form of sports, even from a very young age which resulted in him being tolerant, patient and pacific most of the time; he had grown into an unnaturally calm and reasonable teenager, charming. Unfortunately he appeared to be completely unreasonable in anything related to his former boyfriend, no matter how small. And Azimio had mistreated his Frenchbook.

So it was only natural when Blaine's fist collided with Azimio's face.

The impact made the older boy staggered backwards a little and for about two seconds while the action sank in, there was complete silence. Then, shouting exploded. Azimio let out a rather guttural sound and threw a punch straight to Blaine's face but he was faster, he sidestepped to the side falling into the familiar crouch he used for boxing. Azimio launched a second attack, now with his left hook but Blaine ducked this one too.

"Com'on! Fight like a man! Oh sorry, I forgot you were a lady." the audience that had quickly formed around them laughed loudly and threw in their own compliments.

Blaine said nothing but he tightened his fists. He threw a blind punch in Azimio's general direction but the football player easily grabbed his fist and tried to bend it behind his back, however, Blaine got him right in the nose with his left fist before he could actually do it.

Azimio blinked and grabbed his nose; not quite believing that the little gay had gave him a bloody nose. He threw another punch to Blaine's left side which he easily dodged, again. Unfortunately, this was not the case of the next one. The crown went crazy.

It was ironic, at least in Sam's mind, that Blaine would only get a black eye out of this fight because seriously, he looked absolutely minuscule compared to Azimio.

Blaine also thought it was ironic that he would get a black eye but for different reasons. He thought he should have gotten a black eye from Kurt or at least a slap and it was quite ironic that Kurt's former tormentor was the one giving him what he deserved. As if he was defending Kurt. But defending Kurt was Blaine's job -who cared if they were broken up?- and he remembered that Azimio hadn't even apologized for torturing Kurt.

When people asked what he had been thinking he would answer he hadn't been thinking but in reality; his thoughts had been entirely clear. He was making Azimio pay; pay for Kurt's suffering, for David's fear, for his own suffering, because even if Azimio wasn't responsible for his problems, he was their exact personification. Homophobic, bully, he was everything Blaine hated and more. People like him were the reason he felt so insecure, so weak, so alone. He already blamed himself, it wasn't enough, he needed someone else.

He went absolutely ballistic. Bestial.

He attached himself to Azimio who hit the ground distracted by his energetic audience and proceeded to, literarily, beating him to a pulp.

He had no time to react, the little gay threw punch after punch and Azimio's vision started clouding, he could see black dots floating around. He tried to defend himself but he couldn't see if and even when he felt he had stricken flesh, the other boy acted like he hadn't.

The crowd started screaming, bets were being changed and nobody heard the bell rang.

Artie decided that it was time to go to class. He got out of the empty classroom he had been hiding since he saw the hockey team with two slushies each.

He turned a corner and was not very surprised to see that another fight was happening in Mckinley. From his position he could also see Sue Sylvester approaching from the opposite corridor. Good, he thought, this Neanderthals deserve it. However his opinions quickly changed when he saw that his fellow glee club member was one of the Neanderthals, and he was winning. He made a split decision.

"COACH SUE!" he shouted making use of all those glee practices. It was impressive how fast teenagers could empty a corridor. Realizing it would not suffice. He ran interference.

"Coach Sue, how's the baby doing?" he positioned himself in front of her and mirrored her movements, effectively blocking her path.

"Get out of the way Steve, I can hear the sweet sounds of carnage and several detentions." she growled.

"Have you heard of Santanna?" he tried again.

She didn't answer, instead she grabbed his chair and turned it, effectively getting Artie out of the way.

She turned the corner ready to eat some teens but she was only met by empty air.

Sam heard Artie's scream and immediately sprung to action. People flewto their classrooms -not everyone to the right ones- and soon Azimio, Blaine, Jake and himself were the only ones left. Without a word, Jake helped him drag Azimio's half conscious body and Blaine's trembling one to the bathroom that was -thanks god- just three meters to their right.

"I know your can hear me! You might think you're safe but I'll be looking for battle scars, you won't be able to hide!" they heard Coach Sue cry.

"Hawkins! Detention!" was the last thing they listened before the sound of her sneakers creaking against the floor disappeared.

Sam felt his heart start beating again and looked up to see how everyone else was doing.

Jake looked like he didn't know what to do, which was probably true.

Azimio looked like he couldn't breath properly, probably do to his bleeding nose.

Blaine looked ready to collapse; he was breathing heavily and reminded Sam of Bruce Banner.

Sam almost had a heart attack when the door opened and almost fainted from relief when he saw it was only Artie.

"What happened?" he asked

But Sam didn't have and answer. He had been getting his books for his first class when he noticed the commotion. He was going to ignore it, he was already running late, but he caught a glimpse of a familiar gelled head and stopped.

Jake on the other side, had seen it all. He'd seen Blaine get off his car in what appeared to be a terrible mood, he had slammed the door. He'd seen Azimio strutting through the halls apparently in a good mood. He saw the look in Azimio's eyes, he had found a prey. He saw the look in Blaine's eyes, he too had found a prey. He'd seen both boys throw punches blinded by rage and he'd seen both boys bleed. He said nothing.

"Blaine?" Sam asked

I need to get out of here, thought Blaine.

"It's ok Blaine." Sam continued

No it's not ok! I need to get out of here!

"Breath Blaine, you'll be ok."

Blaine felt his ears ringing; he couldn't listen to Sam's soothing words anymore. I need to get out of here.

"Can you listen to me Blaine?" Was that Artie? Blaine couldn't breath properly, his breathing was uneven and ineffective, he couldn't get any air into his lungs.

"Guys I think we should take him to the nurse- Blaine!"

Blaine Anderson contently embraced and welcome the darkness.

I definitely love it when Badboy!Blaine or just good old Blaine, punches people. XD

I wasn't planning on ending it there but I wanted to update before the week-end ended and I lost my chance before being consumed by school work again so part 2 should be up in about two weeks :)

Review please!