Well, waiting for Pottermore sure made me productive! I got about ten pages done last night, around 3 am! I hope you enjoy this. I'm sorry if there are mistakes. I read over it, but who knows why my brain was doing that early this morning!

GLEE

I'm pretty sure I've reached second base with the lockers at this school.

That Karofsky guy still pushing you? : (

Of course. It's ridiculous.

Are you sure you can't tell the faculty…

No, Blaine. Just like you said about your old school - they don't want to do anything.

Want to meet for coffee after school?

Kurt bit his lip and looked away from his phone at Quinn. She and Mercedes were practicing the dance routine with Mike in the corner.

I don't know…I was suppose to go the store with Quinn…

She can come, too. I don't mind.

Ok then. See you at the one in between us?

Sure thing. Have 2 go - Wes is about to hit me with his gavel.

Kurt chuckled and slid his phone into his pocket.

It was a strange feeling, to be this happy. In the week since Kurt and Blaine met (again) at the coffee shop in Westerville, they had text messaged and talked over the phone for hours everyday. Blaine told Kurt more about why he transferred to Dalton and Kurt relayed to Blaine what happened daily with Karofsky.

Blaine was nice and funny and he liked Vogue. He was gay and just got everything that Kurt had gone through - well, almost everything. Kurt was pretty sure that Blaine still lived with his parents and Kurt hadn't told Blaine that he had been disowned, though Kurt was sure that Blaine knew something was up when he called Burt "his guardian" and referred to him by his first name in their conversations. Kids didn't usually call their real parents by their first names.

Thankfully, Blaine didn't seem like the prying type and didn't ask for Kurt's life story. Kurt liked that. When he talked to Blaine…he wasn't the gay kid who was kicked out of his house. He was Kurt Fabray, "another guy who knows good literature" (according to Blaine, after Kurt told him he had just finished Patti Lupone's new book).

"I hope you don't mind us going for coffee," said Kurt to Quinn later, when they were walking out to the car.

"No way, it means I get to meet your new boy toy." Quinn started to giggle at Kurt's reddening cheeks.

"He is not my boy toy," mumbled Kurt as he slipped into the driver's seat, even though it was Quinn's day to drive. She didn't know where the coffee shop was, though. "We're just friends."

"A friend, who is a boy. And also gay," Quinn pointed out. "I'd say that is fate knocking on your door, mister, saying 'Hi, special delivery for Kurt Fabray. Perfect candidate for a boyfriend!' You told me he remembered you from three months ago, Kurt. That's saying something."

"Two gay men can be friend without it being something romantic," insisted Kurt, trying to ignore Quinn for the most part.

"I'm not saying that," said Quinn. "I'm just saying that this obviously cute boy -"

"You've never even met him!"

" - has some interest in you and you should go for it."

"I've known him a week, Quinn."

"Three months and a week, technically."

"Oh my god, you're just like Blaine."

"Does that mean you louuuuuurrrrrveeee me?" Quinn asked, over exaggerating her word and batting her eyelashes at him.

"No. Not at all," said Kurt, trying to be completely serious.

Quinn continued to tease Kurt all the way to the coffee shop, which was halfway between Westerville and Lima, which Kurt and Blaine had agreed would be fair for meetings. In the parking lot, though, Kurt made Quinn promise not to embarrass him.

"But I'm basically your sister," said Quinn. "I'm suppose to do that."

"Yeah well, then as your older brother I get to intimidate any and all boys you bring home with Burt," said Kurt, slamming the door shut and locking it. "Even though I couldn't intimidate a bunny."

"I would have to bring a boy home first," Quinn said dryly. "No boys for me for a while - you, however, are welcomed to bring a boy home. I'm sure Burt would love to meet Blaine…"

"Oh god no. Can you imagine Burt having to deal with any boyfriends I might have? Not that I expect any in high school. He wouldn't know how to deal with that."

"He barely knew how to deal with me having a boyfriend," said Quinn as they walked into the coffee shop. Kurt scanned the room for Blaine, but he wasn't there yet so they moved into the line. "Which is probably why he was more hands off. Which might have lead to me in the situation I was in last year…"

Kurt snorted and didn't say anything. He ordered his non-fat mocha while Quinn ordered a green tea latte and they sat down, talking about what they should buy for Friday night dinner tonight.

"Hi Kurt!" said Blaine, suddenly appearing at the table, a steaming coffee cup in hand. Kurt couldn't help but grin as Blaine sat down next to him.

"Hi," he said, stupidly. He coughed and gestured to Quinn. "Blaine, this is my almost sister, Quinn Hummel. Quinn, this is Blaine Anderson."

"It's nice to meet you," said Blaine, reaching out for Quinn's hand.

"Same," said Quinn with a wicked grin. "I've heard so much about you."

Blaine laughed nervously. "Really?"

"Oh my god, Quinn, shut up," groaned Kurt. He looked at Blaine. "Don't believe a word she says. I told her I met you last week, because I took the car, but that's pretty much it." Quinn giggled over her green tea latte.

Blaine smiled and nodded, looking over at Quinn again. "So you're in New Directions, too?"

"I am," she said with a smile. "We're gonna kick Warbler butt too."

Blaine just laughed. "I'm sure," he said. "Kurt was telling me a few things about it - not too many, of course, since we are competition. I heard you had a duet competition? I couldn't believe that - the Warblers never do that stuff."

"Yeah. Of course, Kurt and I were completely robbed. Sam and Mercedes won." Quinn rolled her eyes. "They were great, but still."

"I'm kind of glad they won," admitted Kurt. "Mercedes said they had a great time at Breadstix together, and we already have dinner together every night. No need to spend more time with you," said Kurt sarcastically.

"Shut it, you," laughed Quinn.

"You guys are adorable," said Blaine, looking between them with a delighted expression. "You act like siblings, actually."

"It's weird that we've only been like this for a year now," said Quinn, grinning at Kurt. "I mean, before that I barely said two words to you throughout middle school." Quinn shook her head with a fond smile.

"What changed?" asked Blaine, taking a casual sip of his coffee.

Kurt froze. While Blaine didn't pry naturally, this was a very unintended question. He just didn't know that it was more complicated than it seemed.

"Long story," mumbled Kurt and a somewhat pained expression crossed Blaine's features, realizing his mistake. "I'll tell you later."

The matter dropped and they moved on to lighter topics. After thirty minutes of conversation, Quinn mentioned that they should probably be going to the store soon and get home to make dinner. The party of three stood and made their way to the door.

"Kurt," said Blaine, looking over and smiling at him. "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow?" Quinn poked Kurt as she walked ahead of them to the car, leaving Blaine and Kurt pretty much to themselves.

"Oh. That would be nice," said Kurt shyly. "Any plans?"

"Maybe meet up here again? Then I'm sure we could find something to do around town here." Blaine smiled, that charming smiled that showed off a small dimple.

"Sounds great," said Kurt, breathlessly. "Text me with a time later, ok?"

"Oh my god, I told you so," said Quinn once they were in the car together and Kurt was waving to Blaine.

"Shut up."

"Are you going on a date tomorrow?" Quinn was giggling.

"Shut up."

"What you are you gonna wear?"

"….Oh my god."

Obviously, Quinn let Kurt take the car on Saturday. She said she would be picked up by Rachel later to hang out. "Have fun on your date," she smirked.

"Date?" said Burt, appearing at the door, ready to go to work. "You have a date?"

"No, I don't," said Kurt, flushing. "Quinn is being an idiot. I'm going to hang out with a friend - who happens to be gay - and she is taking too much of it."

"Well, uh, be safe," muttered Burt, walking out the door.

Kurt glared at a laughing Quinn before getting into his car and driving to the Lima Bean. Blaine was already there, with two cups of coffee. "I think I got your order right," he said as Kurt sat down. "Non-fat mocha, right?"

"Yes," said Kurt, honestly touched. "Thank you."

"No problem," said Blaine with a smile. "So, I was thinking about going to the mall. We can have lunch there, too."

"That sounds nice. I wanted to look at some scarves…although, I can't spend too much. So please stop me if I go shopping overboard," Kurt laughed and Blaine agreed that he would wrestle Kurt's wallet if he had to.

After they finished their coffee, they took Blaine's car, a nice '59 Chevy that he told Kurt he and his dad fixed up a few summers ago and let him have for driving. "I'm sure Burt would flip at this. He owns his own garage."

Kurt and Blaine hung around the mall, going into a few stores and picking things out. Kurt decided to splurge on a scarf and a pair of beautiful boots. Blaine couldn't decide between two cardigans, and ended up getting both.

"So you work here?" asked Blaine as they walked out of the last store and Kurt waved goodbye to a few of his co-workers.

"Yes. Part time, barely." Kurt shrugged. "I needed to get some sort of job after…um…" Kurt bit his lip. It was strange. Kurt was already so comfortable around Blaine, he almost spoke as if he were Quinn or Mercedes. As if he already knew what had happened to Kurt…

Kurt didn't know if he was ready for Blaine to see him like that.

"Kurt." Blaine's voice made Kurt snap up. Blaine's face was gentle, a tiny smile on his face. His hand was on Kurt's shoulder. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right? I promise you I won't judge. You didn't judge me, after I told you about my past…I can only return the favor."

Kurt found himself nodding. "I guess," he said in a small voice. Kurt looked around. The mall had the usually crowds one would find on a Saturday afternoon. "Not here."

"I know a nice place to eat. Not too far. Want to go there?"

"Sure."

The place that Blaine mentioned was small and cozy. Blaine asked for a booth in the back, which the waitress was fine with. The booth she took them too was out of the way. Kurt was sure no one could see them. After they ordered and had their drinks, Blaine smiled across the table.

"Any time you're ready, Kurt," he said in a gentle tone. Kurt was sure that if he changed his mind right now and didn't want to tell Blaine anything, he would be ok with that.

"I don't know how easy it was for you when you came out," began Kurt, his mouth dry. "I mean, I know your school was trouble, but at home…"

"My mom was pretty much accepting," answered Blaine, since Kurt was sort of waiting for him to answer. He was curious. "My dad less so. I think the real reason he got that Chevy to fix up that summer was to make me straight. Get my hands dirty, you know." Blaine shrugged, as if it didn't matter, but Kurt could tell it bothered him.

"Well," said Kurt, digesting this. "I came out…almost a year ago. A year in a few weeks, I guess. I never really meant to, mind you. I was just at dinner with my parents one night and…I didn't want to lie anymore." Kurt's voice was small. He remembered that night - the fear and shame his father had made him feel. Being kicked out of the house after a few minutes of packing. "So I told them. And…"

Kurt wasn't sure how to explain it, exactly. "You have to know that…my family is religious. Very, very religious. When I told them…they told me it was a sin." Dang. Kurt's eyes were already welling up. He felt Blaine place his hand over Kurt's on the table, after a sharp intake of breath. "My dad said that if I didn't take it back, he didn't want me…living in sin under his roof. I didn't take it back. That night I came out, I was…kicked out of my house."

"Oh Kurt…"

Kurt sniffled loudly. "I packed up really quick and just…started walking." Kurt tried really hard to block out his dad's last words to him; the door slamming in his face. "After a while, Burt was the one to find me. He's Quinn's dad. He let me stay with them that night…and every night since, really."

"He legally became my guardian that night you first met me. We had just came from signing the paperwork…my mom…she had left my father, but she still didn't…want me," said Kurt painfully. "That's why I was…crying. I just. I will always be grateful for the Hummels, but it hurt that my own family had just legally washed their hands of me."

Kurt was crying in earnest now. He hated it. So much. Though he felt comfortable around Blaine, he hated the tears and the weakness that came with them. Blaine's hand left his and then he was suddenly sitting next to Kurt on his side of the booth, arm around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Kurt," he whispered. Kurt clutched Blaine's collar. "I'm sorry that had to happen to you. You don't deserve it…"

"The horrible part," Kurt half laughed through his tears. "Is I'm kinda happy it did happen. I love the Hummels. Burt is more of a father then my real one ever was and Quinn is a beautiful sister to have. Is that bad. That I'm almost happy that it happened? Because I know I would have never been able to be myself in that house."

"It's not a bad thing," said Blaine and Kurt could feel him rubbing soothing circles on Kurt's back. "It's honest. I think that you finding a more supportive environment is a good thing. Don't feel guilty for appreciating that."

"I guess." Kurt sniffled. His tears were slowing. It felt really nice to be in Blaine's arms…

Kurt made himself pull out of Blaine's hug. Blaine reached over and handed Kurt a napkin and Kurt tried to dry his face and nose as best he could. "Sorry. I'm always doing this around you."

"For good reason." Blaine shook his head. "I would have been a mess if I were in the same position. Like, all the time. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Thank you," said Kurt shyly. He took a deep breath. "I'm glad I met you, Blaine. You…understand."

Blaine's grin was blinding. "Same here, Kurt."

Kurt's phone vibrated in his pocket during the girl's performance in Glee. He pulled it out and almost laughed at the message. Blaine was one of those people that texted whatever seemed to be on his mind. In the last week, Kurt received messages all hours of the day that began with "This made me think of you" or a random word or phrase. It was endearing.

Today, the message was a simple word: Courage.

Kurt's chest swelled.

"Oh, I forgot my history book," said Kurt, halfway to the car after Glee. "I need it for homework tonight. I'll be right back - start the car!"

Quinn rolled her eyes and made a shooing movement with her hands.

Kurt pulled his book out of his locker and was trying to put it in his bag when he felt the hard slam and was pushed into the lockers. Karofsky was already stalking pass him, turning in the hallway.

Kurt was breathless, rage burning through him. He was going to lean over and pick up his book when…

Courage.

Kurt took off running after Karofsky.

Karofsky was in the boy's locker room when Kurt found him. Kurt burst in, his blood rushing to his ears and heart beating fast. It probably wasn't the perfect time to let his Fabray temper out, but really, he was too far gone. "Excuse me, you need to stop that!"

"Girl's lockers are next door," said Karofsky in a clipped tone as he opened a locker.

"Oh, that's really original!" exclaimed Kurt.

"Get out of here, Fabray."

"No! I'm not leaving until you stop with the idiot pushing into lockers!" Kurt marched up to the row of lockers, standing in front Karofsky. "It's getting old really quickly - I get it, you hate me, information received. Can you stop now!"

"Get out of here," he repeated. "I don't want no homo taking a peak at my junk."

"Holy crap, Karofsky! Not every gay guy is ogling at every guy they see. Don't flatter yourself."

"Excuse me?" said Karofsky, finally looking up from his bag and at Kurt, taking a threatening step forward. His nostrils were flared.

"You aren't my type! I won't be sneaking any glances at you any time soon," snapped Kurt, taking his own step forward. Kurt poked his index finger into Karofsky's chest. "You're a brute, bully and probably going to be bald by the time you're thirty!" Kurt poked him with every word.

"Take that back!" shouted Karofsky, shutting his locker with a deafening slam.

"NO!" yelled Kurt back at the reddening boy in front of him. "You are a pathetic boy who can only feel important when you're making other people feel weak and inferior and I will not take it anymore! I'm a Fabray and I won't take any crap from scared little boys like you!"

Karofsky launched himself at Kurt and Kurt, for a moment, expect pain.

Instead, Karofsky's lips collided with Kurt's own, his hands in a vice grip on Kurt's face, locking him there with their lips awkwardly pushed together. Kurt was sure that his heart stopped.

Karofsky was…kissing him.

Karofsky was kissing him.

His first kiss.

After what seemed like forever, Karofsky pulled away, one hand still on Kurt's cheek, leaving Kurt to stare at him with wide eyes. Karofsky's face was flushed, his expression confused. He leaned in again and Kurt panicked. He pushed him, his hands already on Karofsky's chest for some reason, then reached up with his right hand and slapped Karofsky's cheek with a resounding sound that echoed in the locker room.

Karofsky gasped at the contact and stumbled back, holding his cheek. Kurt had brought his stinging hand to his lips, covering them.

What just happened? What just happened?

Karofsky let out a sound of rage and slammed the locker before rushing out. Kurt stood there, frozen. His breathing was speeding up and he could feel the tears already in his eyes. His legs were growing weak and Kurt felt himself fall into the locker and the slide all the way down. He was panicking, hyperventilating. He guessed this was what it felt like.

He didn't know how long he sat there, crying. He felt like he couldn't breath and when he tried to stand, he grew dizzy and decided maybe it was better to stay on the ground.

"Kurt! Kurt!"

Kurt heard Quinn's voice in the hallway, calling his name, but he couldn't make himself stop crying to call out for her. If anything, he cried more.

"Kurt…?" The voice was clearer now, accompanied by the opening of the door. "Oh my god, Kurt!" Quinn's worried voice was right by him now, her Cheerio tennis shoes squeaking on the floor as she hurried to him. "Baby, what's wrong." Quinn's hands were on his shoulders, then on his face, trying to wipe away tears or something. Kurt sobbed harder.

"Kurt you have to calm down - speak to me."

Kurt tried. He did. All that came out was loud exclamations of: "I can't! I can't."

"Ok. Just….try to take deep breaths," Quinn instructed. Kurt tried. "Daddy - please, I don't know what to do. Kurt - he can't calm down and - I'm in the boy's locker room at school. I just found him here. He's crying and I think he's having some sort of panic attack or something. He can't stop - he can't tell me. Ok. Ok. Please hurry."

Quinn hung up with Burt and Kurt was trying to calm down, more this time, because he really didn't want to be like this in front of Burt, or anyone, really.

"Sweetie, you have to tell me what's wrong…"

"Miss Hummel - what are you doing in the boy's -"

"Principal Figgins! Something happened to Kurt - he won't -"

"Porcelain, what happened? For the love of God -" It was Coach Sylvester's voice. Rough, but strong arms pulled him up and lead him to one of the benches. "Head between your needs!" she barked. Kurt did what she asked, only because he didn't know what else he should do.

It worked. A little. There was still panic in his chest and Kurt felt like he was disgusting and contaminated - but the tears were stopping and his breathing seemed better.

"Now, Fabray, tell us what happened? Was is one of the idiot jocks or -"

Kurt was glad that Coach Sylvester would take the side of her Cheerios over any other human being.

"Karofsky," Kurt choked out. "He - he -"

"Did he hit you?" asked Coach Sylvester. "If he did, you can bet he will be gone faster than you can say -"

"He kissed me."

The locker room became silent, save for Kurt's frantic breathing. Finally, Kurt couldn't take it. He forced himself to sit up and take his head out between his knees. His head swam and Quinn helped him steady himself.

"Kurt…" Quinn's face was pale. Coach Sylvester and Figgins' faces were just as grave.

"He sexual assaulted you?" asked Coach Sylvester.

Kurt's blood chilled. Oh god. Oh god. Sexual assaulted? Him. Oh god. Kurt just nodded and suddenly he really wanted to scrub his lips raw.

"Are you sure, Mr. Fabray, that you didn't just…mistake something he said and…" began Principal Figgins and Kurt wanted to vomit. Was he going to sit there and say that Kurt seduced him? That Karofsky somehow was the victim. Oh god.

"Stop right there," said Coach Sylvester. "If this was one of my female Cheerios, you would already be halfway to your office and expelling Karofsky's ass. If there is one thing I hate more in this world, it is a sneaky gay. Porcelain over there - he's so obvious it burns my retinas some times, how flaming he is. But at least I know he's gay and can try my best to accept that, because he can do a killer high kick and that benefits me. But this Karofsky - sneaky gay and look how that turned out!"

Kurt and Quinn stared with wide eyes as Coach Sylvester screamed down at Figgins. "You are going to your office right now - calling Karofsky's family and getting his ass down here. I will not stand having my Cheerios harassed and if you know what's good for you and this school, you'll do what I say!"

Figgins didn't even spare a look at Kurt or Quinn. He hurried out of the room, supposedly to his office to call the Karofsky family.

"Let's get you on your feet, Fabray," said Coach Sylvester, hoisting Kurt to his feet with Quinn's help. "Get some water splashed on his face. I'm going to call your father out here and -"

"I already called him."

"Good thinking, loose legs."

After Kurt had water splashed on his face, he scrubbed at his lips fiercely. A wet paper towel was put on the back of his neck, which felt nice.

"Come to my office until he gets here," said Coach Sylvester after Kurt felt a little better. Quinn and him sat down on the couch in the corner of Sue's office, Kurt's legs still shaking.

"I know this won't be fun," said Sue, rifling through her desk. "But I don't want Karofsky getting off scott free." Finally, she pulled out a camcorder. "I want you to say what happened into this camera. You're shaken and honestly, it will prove your story, along with those bruises."

"Bruises, what -"

Kurt's hand flew to his lips. Oh. Quinn looked sad. More sad than after she came home from the hospital after giving away Beth.

"I…ok. But. Can you please…?"

"I'll be in Figgins' office. Hummel, make sure he gets it done." Then Sue was rushing out of her office.

Quinn and Kurt stared at the camcorder for a long time. "You have to do it," said Quinn with a small voice. "I - I'm sorry but…"

"No, I know." Kurt took a deep breath. "Can you record it?"

Quinn grabbed the camera without question, turning in the couch so she was facing him. "Just…hold my hand," said Quinn, holding out the hand that wasn't holding the camera.

Kurt swallowed when the red light turned on and Quinn nodded. "Karofsky…he pushed me into the lockers. Again. He does that everyday. But this time…I didn't want to take it anymore," Kurt began. "So I chased after him…."

Burt arrived at Sue's office ten minutes later, saying that Coach Sylvester sent him here. Quinn explained what happened as Kurt leaned into her and tried not to think. Burt looked really, really angry. He was storming back to Figgin's office within minutes of arriving.

Quinn and Kurt exchanged a private glance and together walked to the door of the office, peering out of to the hallway. Figgins' office was just two doors down…

Burt was shouting.

"I will not stand for this! Your kid invaded my kid's personal space and the last time I check, a kiss that both parties didn't agree do can count as sexual assault!"

"Mr. Hummel," said an adult male voice, not Figgin's and probably Mr. Karofsky. "I only just got here. I don't know what happened - are you telling me that my David kissed your daughter without her permission?"

"No! Not my Quinn - Kurt! He kissed Kurt!"

Somewhere, in his fear, Kurt felt some spark of happiness at Burt referring to him as "his kid".

"…what?" said Mr. Karofsky in a sharp voice. "David - are you - is what he saying true."

"I…well…"

It was Karofsky himself.

"Maybe Fabray just has a crush on me or something! I didn't - I'm not -"

"Kurt was found hyperventilating in the locker room, sobbing with his lips bruised, hamhock. That doesn't look like a lie to me, especially considering Fabray's perfect record. He's never had a history of discipline. You, on the other hand, have been progressively more violent toward him since the beginning of the school year. Pulling pigtails, Karofsky?"

"No! I can't - I can't be gay! I don't want to…"

Kurt found himself leaving Sue's office completely, rushing to Figgin's office. He was just glad that the school was empty.

"Stop!" he exclaimed, rushing in. "Just…stop!"

All eyes were on Kurt and he tried really hard not to look at Karofsky.

"I didn't want him - outed!" Kurt said. "I would never want that for anyone! People need to come out on their own and - I'm sorry. But if you had found me later, I wouldn't have said anything."

"That ain't right, Kurt," protested Burt.

"Neither is this! I just - I don't want him here, but this isn't right, either!" Kurt didn't know how to explain. If someone had told his parents before he was ready to tell them himself, he would have been heartbroken.

"David. Please. Tell the truth," said Mr. Karofsky, now looking at his son. Karofsky's face was pale with wide eyes, staring at Kurt. "Look - I don't care if you're gay, son. I care that you kissed someone without their permission. It doesn't matter the sex of the person - please."

"But Kurt was kicked out of his own home," said Karofsky in a broken voice. "His family is Christian, like us, and his parents kicked him out the moment he - he -"

"That won't happen to you," said Mr. Karofsky firmly. "If you are - gay - I'm not going to do what the Fabray's did. What they did was wrong. You're my son and -"

Karofsky let his head fall into his hands, his shoulders shaking with his sobs. "I guess - I don't know - maybe I'm gay. I don't know!"

"And you kissed Mr. Fabray?" asked Mr. Figgins.

"Yes - I didn't mean to - I just - I just -" Karofsky turned to look at Kurt, his face wet. "I'm sorry. I just…I'm sorry."

Kurt nodded. He didn't…couldn't, accept this apology. Not now.

"I have no choice but to expel you, Mr. Karofsky. We have set rules, here," said Mr. Figgins.

"Will people know why -"

"Well…"

"No." Kurt's voice was firm. "No one will know. Not until you want them to." Kurt gave Mr. Figgins a hard stare.

"Fine. No one will know," he grumbled.

Kurt took that as his cue to run. He couldn't be here.

"I'll drive him home," he heard Quinn say in the office before following after him.

Later that night, Kurt lay into Quinn, thankfully without anymore tears. He had already told her how it had been his first kiss. How he felt dirty. Used. Quinn held him. Let him tell her all this, until he just couldn't talk anymore.

Burt was upstairs. Carole had come over an hour ago. Obviously, Kurt was their point of conversation.

Burt hadn't said much to Kurt. Just that he was sorry that it happened. But the good thing was that Burt didn't really have to say much.

Right now, Kurt and Quinn were silent, watching a movie. Or may a TV show. Kurt wasn't sure.

Then his phone rang.

"It's Blaine," Kurt said, fear suddenly shooting up him. "I can't. I can't tell him. What will he think of me?"

"He'll still be your friend," said Quinn, shoving the phone at him. "You said he didn't judge you."

"I just can't do this right now. Please."

Quinn sighed and answered the phone, putting it to her own ear. "Hi Blaine," she said weakly. "No. Kurt's here he just…look, he's going to tell you soon. I know that. He knows that." Quinn sent a glare at Kurt when he pouted at her. "But it's been a rough day for him and…I think he's just tired." Quinn paused as Blaine said something that Kurt couldn't hear. "I promise that he'll call you tomorrow. We're staying home from school tomorrow…again, part of the long story that he will tell you."

"Thank you, Blaine. I'll tell him."

Quinn hung up and put Kurt's phone on her beside table.

"He told me to tell you that he hopes whatever happened comes out ok," said Quinn. "And that you should remember what you talked about this weekend - and that he meant it."

Kurt nodded, knowing what she was saying. He knew that Blaine wouldn't care that Karofsky kissed him. He would still care for him. They were those friends, already, that just cared for each other without question. But in the locker room, when Karofsky's lips were forced on his and Kurt slowly came to the realization that this was his first kiss, Kurt realized with a force that could have knocked him over that he wanted it to be Blaine.

He realized then that he wanted Blaine's hands, gentle, on his face, pulling him close to him in an act of love. Kissing his lips softly, perhaps even passionately, not with anger.

Kurt wanted Blaine, and he wasn't sure that would ever work.

TBC

Whew! Let me tell you, this chapter was insane to write. A lot of stuff, but at the same time, so easy. I didn't even really know where I was going before my fingers just started going off! I had a general idea, but then Karofsky started writing himself. Well. This is the result! I hope you like it…things are a bit different, of course. Kurt didn't have a Quinn to come and try to find him in the locker room, so he probably composed himself before going home. It's interesting to think of. That's why I love AU!

Anyway. Feedback is welcomed!