"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream, the way you tur-"

Blaine rolls over in bed and grabs his phone, turning off his alarm before rolling back over to cuddle his fluffy pillow, yawning softly before letting out a tired groan. Spring break went by so fast it was almost depressing. He definitely didn't miss waking up at six every morning and having to start classes by seven fifty. With another yawn, he opens his eyes, squinting at a blurry shape for a few moments before his vision clears and he sees Kurt Hummel himself. If he weren't so tired, Blaine would have laughed at the expression on his boyfriend's face. He was sitting in front of his vanity, glaring at his reflection for some reason that the pregnant boy did not know. It was adorable nonetheless. Blaine slowly pulls himself into a sitting position and runs his fingers through his messy curls while looking around the rest of the room tiredly. He looks at his boyfriend again and hazel meets blue.

"I envy your perfect skin, you know?" Kurt vents miserably. "I hate you for it, actually. I woke up this morning, took a shower and got dressed in this fabulous outfit, then I sit down in front of my mirror and I look like this." He points to his face, the glare coming back.

"Like what?" Blaine squints a little and rubs at his eyes. "I don't see anything wrong with you."

"Blaine, look at me!" He practically shrieks, his arms flailing about. "This is what I get for letting you convince me to eat all that junk food during break! It's karma! My body hates me!"

"Okay…" He rolls his eyes and flings the blankets back, heaving himself out of bed before waddling towards their bathroom. "I'm taking a shower."

"Wow." He snorts and Blaine can feel his eyes almost literally burning into his back. "Way to be supportive, Blaine! Thanks for telling me I look amazing!"

"You look amazing, Kurt." He deadpans and closes the bathroom door, rolling his eyes.

Blaine starts the shower and peels his clothes off lazily as he waits for it to warm up. Kurt could be way too dramatic for his own good sometimes, and really, the curly-haired boy was just not in the mood for it this morning. Not only was the tiny human growing inside him kicking like a soccer player all night, but his head was killing him. Also, what his mom said to him that night they came by was really sticking with him. No one heard it but him, but she had said something that made him want to cry out with joy. She was planning to leave his father. She said she would call as soon as she got away and they would meet and catch up on life, but it had been over a week and no word. Blaine was worried something might have happened to her; then again, she could just be nervous about being on her own. He hops in the shower and lets the hot water take him to another world as he does his routine. After he's finished, he gets dressed in a pair of sweats and a loose t-shirt before dragging his feet out of the bathroom.

"Oh, for the love of…" Kurt's voice says in an annoyed tone. "You are not wearing that to school. Are you listening to me?" After a moment, his voice softens. "Hey… are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Blaine lies on the bed and closes his eyes, not caring that his damp hair was getting his fluffy pillow all wet. "Just not feeling too good, that's all."

"Are you still worried about your mom?" The bed sinks down next to him and he feels fingers pushing through his messy curls. "Has she called yet?"

"No." He replies weakly, opening his eyes to stare up at him. "Your face looks fine; I don't know what you were talking about earlier."

"Ah, the wonders of make-up, my dear boy." He chuckles and leans down, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss onto his lips. "Mm… you taste minty."

"And you taste like strawberries." Blaine smiles and closes his eyes again.

"Get some more sleep." Kurt coos gently, continuing to run his fingers through his lover's hair. "We'll stop before school to grab something to eat."

"I can eat here." He pulls his eyes open again and yawns a little. "I could really use some coffee though."

"Not gonna happen."

Blaine's shoulder slams against the locker and he closes his eyes tightly, taking a few deep breaths to calm his trembling form. Despite the New Direction's promise to watch out for each other, they couldn't be around at every moment of the day. The bullies use the opportunity when he's alone to, well, bully. It's never anything more than a shove and a few derogatory terms, but it still hurts all the same. He slowly pulls his eyes open and glances around timidly, swallowing the lump in his throat. All of this happened within a few seconds, so he could still see the disappearing forms of his provokers, along with the small frame of an angry Latino girl following behind them. Blaine's eyes widen when he hears her begin to shout in Spanish, and with him being pretty fluent, he felt dirty just listening to them. Once she was finished, the hockey players looked more than scared as they retreated. Santana struts over to Blaine and flicks her hair back with a proud smirk on her face, but he doesn't miss the concern in her eyes that she tries so hard to hide from the rest of the world.

"You alright, Frodo?" Santana asks quietly, meeting his eyes.

"Awe, you're using my affectionate term." Blaine tilts his head and grins when she rolls her eyes. "Yes, San, I'm fine. Thank you for that; I don't think I've ever seen such a small girl look so frightening."

"I'm from Lima Heights, curly, trust me." She holds out her hand and smiles. "I got this."

"I know." He laughs a little and reaches out, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together as the walk down the nearly deserted hallway to Glee. "So how are things with Brittany?"

"They're okay, I guess." She shrugs and swings their hands between them, gazing around. "What are you going to do when half of the club graduates?"

"I'm staying here, taking care of the baby…" He takes a deep breath as their walking slows, swinging his hand lightly along with hers.

"I mean the bullies, Blaine." She looks at him, all playfulness washed away. "Are you just going to let them treat you like that and not stick up for yourself? They almost blinded you and you didn't even press charges…"

"Are you going to be… worried about me, Santana?" He teases softly, nudging her gently.

"Shut up, I'm serious." She smiles and rolls her eyes. "You can't be a doormat forever. What's that thing you and Hummel say all the time? Have courage."

"It's not as easy as it sounds." He shrugs, watching what he could still see of his feet while he walks. "Not all of us have razor blades stashed away in their hair for emergencies."

"You could fit a bunch in that Jew fro you've got going on there." She reaches up with her free hand and ruffles his curls before going on. "I know that not everyone is as awesome as me, but if you're willing to learn, I'm willing to teach."

"San, you can't teach someone to have courage." He laughs a little and looks at her. "Someone just has to have it."

"You taught Kurt." She points out.

"No, I didn't." He smiles fondly at the thought of his boyfriend. "I just… woke it up. Kurt's always had courage; he just needed someone to show him how to tap into it."

"Then let me awaken your courage." She stops walking and turns to him. "What have you got to lose?"

"Nothing…" He shrugs and smiles at her. "You're going to worry about me. Admit it."

"Never." She says stubbornly. "I just don't want to have to deal with your boyfriend's mental breakdown when you get your ass kicked up and down these halls next year."

"Oh, c'mon." He grins and pokes her side. "Just admit it! You'll be worried about me! I won't tell anyone you said it, I promise! I just want to hear it for myself!"

"Fine!" She groans and rolls her eyes. "I'll worry about you when I'm gone!"

"Awe, you have a soul after-all."

A/N: This is just another filler chapter :) I'm in need of a little inspiration, so I could use some prompts! What would you like to see happen next? :)