A/N: Hey guys! Wow, I really did not expect to get reviews so soon :D Enjoy this chapter! I do not own Glee, sadly… If I did, Blaine and Kurt would be making out everywhere :D.

" Kurt, please, listen to me!" Kurt stood there silently. " I did not touch you or whatever. I felt so bad about making you cry that I followed you home. Than I waited outside for Blondie, Franken-Teen, and Mohawk to leave." Kurt mentally thanked the dwarf in the teapot that he was still a virgin.

" Why did you kiss me?" Kurt barely whispered. Tears threatened to spill over again. Blaine sighed and ran a hand through his lush curls.

" I—You just looked so, amazing, I couldn't help myself. I thought, hey, it's now or never." He let out a pitiful laugh. Blaine slowly got out from the frantic boy's bed.

" Stay right there." Kurt demanded. Blaine huffed and rolled his eyes.

" I'm not gonna jump you Princess." The boy's ego began to return.

" Get out of my house before I call the cops on you." Kurt said matter-o-factly. He fixed his posture and dropped the chair leg by his side. Once again, the rebel sighed and shook his head.

" Wouldn't be the first time," He mumbled under his breath. Kurt caught what he said, but decided to leave it for later. He maneuvered out of Blaine's way as he left the house. How the Hell am I going to explain my bathroom door? Kurt asked himself helplessly. A throbbing headache cursed Kurt's head as his thoughts flew over what just happened. So does this mean the handsome rebel likes me? Or does he just think I'm some cheap slut? Kurt propped his bathroom door up against the doorframe, trying to make it look natural. That failed. The door just came toppling over onto the floor with a echoing slam. Kurt warily glanced over at his digital clock. 6:30 pm. Finn should be home soon. Kurt jogged downstairs to where he would work on his secret hobby. Fixing cars in their garage. No one has caught Kurt in the act before. He waltzed up to the broken down old Porsche.

" Hello again Daisy," He murmured to the rusty car. Getting out his hidden toolbox, Kurt noticed a piece of paper in his box.

Kurt,

I am really surprised that you've been fixing these cars. I always thought it was some engineer's ghost or something. You should stop by at the shop and help me out sometime. It can be later if you want. I know you don't like getting your clothes dirty, but hey, if you fix the cars up here, why not at the shop? I'll pay you too! Love you kid.

- Dad

Kurt sighed and shook his head. There was no way in Hell that was going to happen. Don't get him wrong, he loves quality time with his dad, but, what if someone saw him in jean overalls? His life would be ruined! Kurt tossed the note onto the dryer's top and began digging through his tools. Only twenty minutes into his work, he was interrupted by Finn's signature footsteps.

" Shit," He hissed quietly. Kurt looked into the mirror above the garage sink. Grease stained his overalls and smudges of oil decorated his face. He silently scrubbed the muck off of his pale cheeks. Successful, he quickly peeled the overalls off his body. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt and capri's. Kurt fluffed up his hair a bit before entering the house through the kitchen door. Finn was in the kitchen, munching on a muffin Carole made earlier.

" Hey man, you feeling better?" The tall boy asked, muffin still in hand.

" Yeah, thanks." Kurt mumbled quietly. Although he doesn't do it often, he doesn't like hiding things from his family.

" Oh, okay man. Just call us if you need help with something. Or you wanna talk." Finn shrugged. Kurt nodded and made his way to his bedroom. He shut the door and flopped on his bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

The Next Morning. . .

" Kurt! Wake up we have to go to school!" Finn yelled through the closed door. Moaning in misery, Kurt gathered himself off the bed. He walked like a zombie to his bathroom, which was open at all times for now on, and began his moisturizing routine. Kurt felt refreshed after that and starting putting on his clothes laid out the night before. A light blue button-up with a gray scarf and black skinny jeans. He fluffed his hair to the point of which it looked like a beautiful, chestnut cloud.

" Finn! C'mon, you have five more minutes!" Kurt shouted at the base of the staircase. The taller teen let out a muffled reply from behind his door.

" I'm leaving for school!" Kurt cried once more before trotting out the door. Last night, Kurt was thinking all about what was going to happen at school. Saying that he was worried was an understatement. He gripped the steering wheel with clenched fists. Is he going to talk to me? Will he lay off? What will all the glee kids do? Thoughts whirled in his mind as he drove. Almost running a light, he decided he should just wait until it actually happens.

" Let's do this . . ." He whispered to himself, parking in the same space he always does. Kurt closed his eyes and gently threw his head back. He imagined that everything will be absolutely fine and nothing will happen. The boy hopped out of the car, grabbing his satchel from the passenger seat, and headed towards the front of the school. After skillfully dodging the jocks by the dumpsters, by his side was Santana, Brittney, and Quinn.

" I—Uh, may I help you ladies?" Kurt asked, utterly confused.

" Alright, I'm just going to get straight to the point," Santana started. " Lady lips, Coach Sylvester wants you back on the Cheerios. She said you were one of the best damn cheerleaders we've ever had. I can't help but agree with her. If you weren't gayer than the fourth of July, I'd be on that. So what do you say?" Kurt was shocked. Back on the cheer squad? Brittney broke him out of his thoughts.

" Coach Sylvester also said that if you come back, she'll protect you from the meanies. I can also get Lord Tubbington to protect you. Don't tell him, but I know that he's an under-cover agent." She whispered the last part. Kurt nodded.

" We just want to help you Kurt. And helping out the only gay kid in this school will look great for me as Prom Queen." Quinn added.

" I'll get back to you . . . Tomorrow. Or maybe sooner. Thanks girls." Brittney kissed Kurt on the cheek and hooked pinkies with Santana. Quinn waved and Santana gave a gracious nod. Kurt huffed out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He was alone, walking to his locker for a mere thirty seconds before Rachel, Mercedes, Tina, and Mike popped out in front of him. Kurt jumped in surprise.

" Hi boo, you okay?" Mercedes asked sounding very concerned. Kurt gave a half smile.

" I'm fine 'Cedes, honestly. I was just shocked at the moment. Finn is totally overreacting. He's probably dealing with it harder than I am." Kurt joked. No one smiled.

" Kurt, we know that this is hard on you too. We all know that you just mask your pain with jokes and sarcasm. But now, all we want is for you to be happy and safe." Mike's tone was serious and blunt. Kurt's smiled drooped and he was placed in the spotlight. Everyone was looking at him with pitiful eyes.

" You guys have no idea what's going on. I suggest you stick to what you'd usually do; ask if I'm alright and drop the situation completely. I don't want your sympathy." Kurt broke through the semi-circle of people. Why do they have to make this so hard? Kurt wondered to himself. He speed-walked the rest of the way to his locker, happy the crew of glee kids had stopped following him. He unlocked his locker and began putting his unnecessary textbooks into the space neatly. He heard more footsteps aimed towards him. These sounded like a guy's. Probably Sam or Puck. He figured. Closing his locker he was faced with Karofsky.

" H—Hi David." Kurt said, surprised.

" Hi Kurt. Um—do you mind filling me in on what's going on?" His tone was gentle, unlike when he was bullying. Kurt sighed.

" The new kid, Blaine, kissed me in the halls yesterday. It's nothing, really. Finn's just freaking out about it more than he should." Karofsky did not look pleased.

" He what?" Kurt had, had enough.

" God damn it, would everyone just stop? I'm fine! I'm not going to have a mental breakdown! Just leave me alone!" Kurt thundered. He left an astonished Karofsky at his locker and sped down the halls. The boy quickly took shelter in the boy's bathroom. Breathe Hummel, breathe. Just calm down. Kurt splashed some cold water in his face. He took a look at himself in the worn out mirror. Black bags began to form around his crystal blue eyes. He ran a hand through his hair. Someone entered the restroom after Kurt.

" You okay Princess?" There was no mistaking who this was. Kurt slowly turned around to face Blaine.

" No actually, I'm not. I'm not okay that you kissed me. I'm not okay that everyone is on my ass about this. And I'm not okay that I have to be treated like some porcelain doll about everything!" Kurt was screeching at Blaine in the tiled room. Tears pooled in his eyes as everything began to cave in on Kurt. He slid down the wall and brought his knees up to his chest. The poor teen was full on sobbing in the hollow restroom. Blaine sat down next to Kurt, debating whether to hold him or not. Kurt didn't give him any time to decide. He latched onto the boy's side, seeking for some sort of lifeline.

" I'm sorry Kurt. I'm sorry . . ." Blaine cooed as he rocked the broken boy. Kurt nuzzled his face deeper into Blaine's left peck. They sat there, Kurt's arm wrapped around Blaine's waist, for around ten minutes. Kurt had finally pulled himself together and ripped himself off of Blaine.

" Sorry," Kurt mumbled. Blaine just smiled sweetly.

" I should be the one apologizing. It wasn't fair what I did Kurt. It's just that," Blaine's face twisted up in confusion as he tried working what he was going to say out. " I really, like, you and, if I didn't kiss you, I would have never been able to get close to you." Blaine's gaze was fixed on Kurt's eyes. Kurt started to feel a weird fluttering feeling in his stomach. His heart began racing. Kurt laced his fingers around Blaine's neck and smashed their lips together. They moved in unison, supplying a maximum amount of passion. Blaine let out a low, throaty moan and curled his hands around Kurt's waist. Eventually, Kurt had to pull back to take a breath. Blaine whined at the loss, but than realized, he needs oxygen too. They sat there, chests heaving and breathing heavily.

" So," Blaine started. Kurt giggled breathlessly. " What does this make us?" Blaine asked, already knowing the answer. Kurt leaned over and whispered in his ear.

" Oh, I think you know." Kurt pecked him on the lips once more before pulling himself off the cool floor. He left the bathroom with a successful smirk on his face and went off to first period.

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