Two Steps Back
Disclaimer: I'm not RIB, so I don't own Glee or any of the characters. If I did, I'd be rich and probably not writing fanfiction! This fic will dive into MPREG, so I'll be using my go-to MPREG explanation like I did in When We're Older aka the Reddin gene. The gene is based on the Reddin character from the 1994 movie Junior. You should really watch it if you like mpreg. It's a good movie, I promise (I also don't have any rights to it either!) I also don't really own anything mentioned in this except for the crazy storyline so... I OWN NOTHING. The title is inspired by a Paula Abdul song called Opposites Attract by the way.
The next few days flew by for Blaine.
He spent a lot of time in Miss Pillsbury's office getting his schedule fixed since he was able to test out of a lot of his courses. Now instead of being in geometry, Blaine would be taking trigonometry with more of the upperclassmen and he was moved up a level in history and english. He still had a few sophomore credits to finish though, but with the exception of those, he was now officially a junior, which was more exciting to him than he led on.
Of course, there was one thing that Blaine didn't understand about the whole situation... and that was how much he wanted to tell his new friend Kurt about his junior status.
It was weird. Way too weird for him to feel like he needed to tell Kurt about it, especially since he had only known the bright haired boy for a couple of days now and Kurt didn't even know the whole struggle behind it all. But still, the desire was there and it scared him a little bit.
He shouldn't have been feeling that way, not when he barely knew the kid. Hell, it wasn't even like they spoke to each other much after that day when Kurt found him hiding on the side of the building all worked up after that argument with Rachel. Blaine had been so busy with trying to test out of his classes and being hulled up in the office that he didn't see Kurt at all minus the few times he was able to take a bathroom break or go to get a to-go lunch before he had to go back into testing mode.
However, much to Blaine's surprise, the very first morning he was free, Kurt was the first person he saw, as the other boy was leaning against his locker.
"Good morning."
"You're one of those early morning, the sun shines out of my ass people, aren't you?" Kurt grumbled, stretching his long limbs out as he moved away from Blaine's locker. The shorter boy smiled at him and began shifting his books, pulling out all of the ones he no longer needed so he could give them back to his former teachers. Kurt just watched him yank the books out, one brow raised curiously. "What exactly are you doing?"
"I've gotta take these books back. I'm switching classes."
"Is that where you've been the last two days? Switching classes?"
"Yep. Miss Pillsbury was able to pull some strings for me so I got to test out of some courses so I wouldn't be stuck relearning everything I already did at Dalton. I'm a junior now."
"Well, welcome to the club. Give me your schedule."
Blaine's brows furrowed, confused as to why Kurt would even care about what classes he was taking, but he handed over his schedule anyway. "I'm in trig now, thank god. Geometry was too easy."
"Nerd."
"What? How does that make me a nerd?" Blaine laughed, slamming his locker shut. Kurt kicked one of his heavy booted feet back against the bottom lockers to brace himself while he read, his teeth clicking against his lip ring as he studied Blaine's schedule.
"It makes you a nerd because you just admitted that geometry is easy. Geometry is not easy."
"Well, I think it is. It's also fun too."
"Okay, I'm done," Kurt teased, rolling his eyes as he pushed Blaine's class list back into his hands and stepped away from the locker. "If I stay here any longer, I'm gonna catch the poindexter plague and the next thing you know, I'll be reciting formulas by memory. See you later."
Before Blaine had a chance to retort, Kurt was already off down the hall, shoving Puckerman in the shoulder as he made his way outside, and Blaine couldn't help but think: what a weird conversation...
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The junior classes weren't too bad in Blaine's opinion.
Several of the glee kids he remembered from his first day were in a bunch of his classes, which was a surprise because Blaine didn't know so many of them were his age. They were all pretty nice to him, offering him their notes so he could catch-up and the like. By the end of the day, Blaine had gotten to know a handful of new people and before he went on to his trig class, he already made a new friend: a kind, smart (and rather cute) guy named Mike Chang.
"Some other glee kids are in trig, but since it's an elective math course, it's not a big class. Not too many people are keen on mathematics here."
"I can tell," Blaine answered, stepping in the doorway when Mike held the door open for him. "Thanks... do you guys have any math-related clubs? Mathletes? Tutors? Math Field Day prep?"
"Yeah, we do. Sign-ups and everything start at the beginning of the year, but new people are always welcome. You can tag along with me to a Brainiacs meeting if you'd like. We just won Nationals, but we're still having meetings to get ready to recruit new blood and you seem pretty smart so-"
"Awesome. I'd love that."
Mike gave him a genuine grin and then went to sit at his desk while Blaine went to introduce himself to his new math teacher. The woman, Ms. Linden, smiled at him as she studied his schedule and when he told her he just transferred in from Dalton, they proceeded to have a conversation about one of the professors there (someone that Ms. Linden knew from school.) That talk continued until the bell rang and then Ms. Linden introduced Blaine to the class.
"This is Blaine Anderson-Berry. He's a new transfer student. Blaine, we have some seats available in the back if you wouldn't mind taking a seat." She gestured towards the way back of the room and Blaine's eyes widened when he spotted Kurt sitting in the last row all by himself, long legs stretched out in front of him as he sat slumped down in his seat. "You can sit next to Mr. Hummel if you'd like."
"Okay," Blaine murmured, smirking to himself as he made his way to the back of the class and plopped into the desk on Kurt's right. "I didn't know you were taking trig."
"I needed to take something."
"But trig though? I thought math was for nerds."
"It is. I'm just taking it because there's nothing else to take."
"Study hall? Cooking class? Fashion design? Kurt, there are tons of classes to take."
"I have study hall already. I can cook so I don't need a class... and fashion is already a love of mine so why should I take a class with an incompetent teacher who knows nothing about dressing fashionable."
"Huh?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "I'll show you later." He ran a hand through his multicolored hair and went to dig his notes out from a tattered folder, sliding them over to Blaine once he found them. "These are the notes from the last few lessons. You're gonna need them, unless you truly are a math dork."
"I resent that, but thanks," Blaine said softly. His tone was almost bashful, which was a bit mortifying the more he thought about it. But he just rolled his eyes at himself and slid Kurt's notes into his book, admiring the other boy's neat scrawl before he turned his attention back to the front of the room where Ms. Linden was writing on the board. For the next fifty minutes, he took notes like a madman and then went to start on his homework when the teacher assigned them a few pages in the book; when the bell rang, he shoved his notes and the ones Kurt was letting him borrow in his folder and then began packing up his things, carefully watching Kurt out of the corner of his eye as the other boy gathered up his stuff and began to leave the room. "Hey! You're not gonna wait for me?"
"I didn't realize I was supposed to walk you to your locker everyday," Kurt grumbled teasingly and Blaine's heart skipped a beat when he realized that it sort of sounded like the two of them were flirting.
You can't do this, Blaine. You just got to this school. They don't know you're gay here. They don't know anything about you. You can survive this next year if you just keep your mouth shut.
He hated that it came to that: having to hide himself. But he was still very scared. Even though he had been at McKinley for almost a week now, he still wasn't used to the whole public school of it all. Walking past big hulking athletes and smirking, bitchy-looking cheerleaders every single day terrified the hell out of him. Walking past those people every morning and hearing the things they said about everybody else (the bottomfeeders) at the school made him nervous; he didn't trust any of the popular kids a bit and even though Kurt obviously wasn't one of the popular people, Blaine knew that being too friendly with him might trigger a target on his back. Kurt was gay - the school definitely knew that - but Kurt was a badass who could hold his own.
In the meantime, Blaine was still this scared little boy, always worried that someone was going to jump him from behind like they did just a few years ago.
Sighing, he shook away his jumbled thoughts and glanced up, surprised to find the classroom empty minus him, Kurt, and the math teacher. Kurt was watching him with one eyebrow raised, studying him closely as if Blaine just did something completely interesting and didn't realize it.
"You ready to go or do I have to wait for you to come back to the real world?"
"Sorry," Blaine muttered, sliding his messenger bag over his shoulder as he fell into step beside the taller boy. Kurt side-eyed him again before yanking the classroom door open and letting Blaine walk through it first. "Thanks. I never pegged you as the door holding type."
"Yeah, because I have crazy hair and wear dark colors and smoke, I'm automatically a bad person."
"I never said that- I-"
Kurt rolled his eyes, shoving past Blaine to get to his locker, "Pull your panties out of a bunch, Abs. I'm just picking on you."
"Abs? What the heck are you talking about?"
"Abs - it's easier to say than Anderson-Berry."
Chuckling, Blaine shoved Kurt in the shoulder and then quickly looked around to make sure no one saw; luckily, nobody else was around, so he was in the clear, but it didn't mean he could let his guard down like that again. Of course, Kurt noticed his fear and commented on it.
"If you're worried that someone's gonna mess with you, tell me, okay? I've got a rep around here and people know not to fuck with me." He looked Blaine over for a few seconds and then went back to shoving all his stuff in his locker. "They're not gonna mess with you either if they know any better."
"You can't guarantee that, Kurt. Plus, it's not your job to protect me."
"Unfortunately, you're stuck with me, Abs. You're the one who stupidly made eye contact with me that day and if you were as smart as you claim to be, you would've known to not look into the eyes of one of the Skanks. We're like cats - you show us attention and we'll follow you everywhere."
"You're dumb," Blaine said with a roll of his eyes, inching down the hall towards his locker. "Why do you guys call each other Skanks anyway. Isn't that kind of rude?"
"Eh. People have been calling anyone who hangs out beneath the bleachers Skanks forever. You could be the cleanest person in the school, but if you've been caught hanging out down there, you're automatically a Skank. You'll be one sooner or later if you keep on hanging out with me."
"I don't care," Blaine whispered, shutting his locker before he turned back to Kurt. "As long as people leave me alone, I'm fine."
"They don't even care if you dress like a kindergartener. Once you're associated with the Skanks, you are one. I hope you're ready."
Blaine nodded, but then the statement clicked in his brain and he scoffed, shoving Kurt again. "Excuse me! I do not dress like I'm in kindergarten! My style is perfectly fine," he hissed, gesturing towards his polo shirt and bowtie. "I happen to like my style."
"You look like you stepped out of a Brooks Brothers catalog. I wouldn't brag too much."
"You're mean."
"Never said I was nice," Kurt laughed, pulling his ratty bookbag over his shoulder as he made his way down the hall with Blaine on his tail. The two of them paused in another hall, eyes catching onto where Rachel and Finn stood talking, Finn leaning against a set of abandoned lockers while Rachel took things out of her locker and stuffed them into the bag Finn held out for her. She kept batting her long, dark lashes at the tall teen and Kurt made a noise under his breath that made Blaine snicker.
"I think our siblings may be in love."
"It's been a week. How can you fall in love in a week?" Kurt grumbled, a sneer flickering across his face as he began walking down the hall. He was several feet ahead of Blaine when the other boy remembered to move, having all of a sudden been distracted by the incredible tightness of Kurt's pants and how well his friend filled them out.
He wasn't sure if he himself understood what in the world was going on with his sister and Finn, but he did know that if Kurt kept on wearing jeans like that, he was going to have some problems.
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"Well, I hate everything and everyone," Kurt huffed as he threw himself down in his seat during trigonometry a few days later. His eyes were more grey today and he looked exhausted, especially when he slumped down in his seat and covered his eyes with his arm. "I need this day to just fucking end."
"Something wrong?"
The arm covering Kurt's eyes moved and cloudy grey eyes immediately fell onto Blaine, "I come in bitching about my day and you ask me if something's wrong. How observant of you."
"I'm just trying to make conversation, Kurt." Blaine added, quietly shuffling his papers around to prepare his notes for that day's test review. He shot a look to his friend and frowned when he found Kurt with his arm covering his face again, head titled to the sky as he muttered stuff to himself. "You can talk to me, you know? Ms. Linden's not here yet."
"It's nothing."
"It's obviously something. If you didn't want me to know you were having a bad day, you wouldn't have come in here and said something to me about it. I'm not dumb, I know you want to rant. So rant. I've got time... well, enough time until the bell rings. Then you'll just have to wait until after class."
"Who are you?" Kurt asked as he moved his arm again to stare at Blaine incredulously. "Like, what time period were you stolen from? Who actually asks people to tell them about their problems? I mean, yeah, therapists do, but you're not getting paid for this."
"I care about my friends problems, okay? Sue me."
Kurt blinked stupidly at him for a moment, chewing on his lip ring before he looked down at his math book. "It's just... this fucking school-" As soon as he began to speak, the bell rang and Ms. Linden came speeding into the room, apologizing for her tardiness. Blaine gave Kurt a sad look, but told him they could definitely talk later. "Fine," Kurt relented, grabbing out his homework to pass to the front of the room. He angrily got out his pen and paper and began taking notes on the review, not noticing the worried glances Blaine was giving him out of the corner of his eye.
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"So what's going on with you?" Blaine asked as he sidled up to Kurt. The two of them were walking to their lockers after the end-of-the-day bell rang, Kurt walking around with a scowl on his face that read: angry. His lips were pursed tight and his eyes were narrowed as he stared down the long hall ahead of them. Blaine crossed his arms over his chest and let his gaze fall to where Kurt's eyes were: on a group of guys down the hall. "Were they bothering you?"
"No."
"Then what's wrong? You were going to say something in class-"
"Yeah, and now I'm over it."
"Obviously you aren't, otherwise you wouldn't be glaring at everybody. What's wrong?"
Kurt shot a dark look at Blaine and the shorter boy almost backed down, fear prickling up his spine at the glare. "It's nothing. Drop it."
"Kurt, c'mon. What happened?"
"I said drop it," Kurt hissed, storming off down the hall past his locker. He didn't look back once as he made a quick turn down the hall and out the main doors, leaving Blaine alone, confused, and wondering what the hell just happened. Swallowing nervously, Blaine hiked his bookbag higher on his shoulder and continued on to his locker, his mind wandering to what could have possibly upset his friend.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the sound of thudding footsteps coming up behind him. Out of nowhere, his body lurched forward, the product of a harsh shove and he crashed against the lockers, his back bouncing against the metal before he stumbled back and fell on his bottom. Wide hazel eyes lifted to the sky to check out what just happened and Blaine's line of sight was instantly filled with red letterman jackets. Several members of the football/basketball/whatever teams hovered over him, menacing smirks on their faces as they stared down at the boy they just knocked over.
"Hey new kid," one of the jacketed boys taunted. He was a heavy set dark-skinned boy who looked like he snapped freshmen in half just for fun. Blaine gulped, shrinking in on himself when the guy leaned closer to him. "What's wrong? Scared?"
"Leave me alone. I haven't done anything to any of you."
"You need to learn your place, newbie. You come here and all of a sudden, you're running with the glee losers and getting the faculty to kiss your ass. Who do you think you are, punk?" The guy smashed his hand into Blaine's locker, which was right above the smaller teen's head considering his position on the ground. The punch made the rest of the row of lockers vibrate and the action made a shiver run down Blaine's spine.
"I don't want any trouble," Blaine choked out, looking at all of the members of the team with as steely of a stare as he could give. "You don't have to do this."
"Oh, but I think we can. You see: we run this joint, new kid, and for you to just barge up in here and get Figgins to move you up a grade when you haven't done a damn thing in this school is some serious bullshit, you understand me?" The football player leaned closer and Blaine shrunk down again, heart rate speeding up the closer the guy got.
"Please-"
"Dude, Azimio, I think he's gonna piss his pants!" One of the other guys shouted and the group of athletes began cracking up, all of them laughing at Blaine's expense while the smaller guy cowered on the floor. Blaine could feel his chest tightening up and soon it became harder to breathe. The air was stifling, too hot, and all he wanted to do was jump up and run away, far, far away. But he was terrified. It had only been a few weeks since he started at McKinley... he was just getting used to the place, and now this.
Sucking in a shaky breath, he pulled his legs towards his chest and tried to make himself as tiny as he could, hoping and praying that the group of guys before him would show him mercy and just go.
Why are they doing this now? What did I do to them? Why are they coming after me? How did they know about me getting moved up a grade? I don't understand. The thoughts bled through Blaine's brain like water and he shook his head, trying to keep himself grounded so that if need be, he'd have the chance to run if the guys decided to attack him or something. Around him, the group of bulky guys cracked jokes about the new kid's stature and fear and Blaine wished they would just leave him alone and let him be.
But they weren't, they were having fun.
The toe of someone's sneaker poked at his side and Blaine whimpered, jerking away and smacking his back against the lockers again. He hissed as pain ripped up his back, already tender from the locker shove he got moments before. "Please leave me alone."
"Z, the guy's really freaking out," a soft voice said from the back and Blaine looked up, catching a pair of green eyes staring back at him. The guy looked threatening enough, muscular and hard looking, but he seemed sympathetic to Blaine's plight. It was weird.
"Jesus, Karofsky... growing soft, aren't we?" Another one of the guys teased and the green eyed guy (Karofsky?) shot a glance at Blaine before he began arguing with his outspoken teammate. In the meantime, the main tormentor (Azimio, Blaine's mind added) turned back to Blaine and hunched down.
"Now you listen and you listen good, fresh meat. You-"
"Leave him alone!" A voice boomed down the hallway. The sound of footsteps filled Blaine's ears and he looked up, shocked to see his sister and Finn running towards him. Finn looked livid and Rachel looked absolutely terrified, especially when she caught Blaine's eye and saw the sheer amount of fear written on his face. "Back away from him, guys!" Finn warned, skidding to a stop in front of Blaine, effectively putting a little bit of distance between him and the football team.
"Blaine, are you okay?" Rachel whimpered, dropping to her knees to grab up her trembling brother. Blaine didn't even have the strength to push her away, instead leaning heavily on her as all the fight in him withered away. He was so scared that he was about to deal with another Sadie Hawkins incident that he all but shut down, but now with Finn and Rachel there, he felt a bit safer although the number of athletes versus his friends/family wasn't really fair.
"Rach-"
"It's okay. I'm here. Finn's here. We've got you." She brushed some sweat away from his forehead and glared up at the men before her, her dark eyes raging. "How dare you! How dare you!"
"Uh oh, looks like we have an angry elf on our hands," one of the basketball players taunted and a few of the guys laughed while the others just snickered. Finn rose to his full height and stared down at his teammates (of which Blaine was just noticing that Finn himself was wearing a letterman jacket), eyes blazing in anger at their rudeness and stupidity.
"These two haven't done anything to any of you! They just got here and you're already picking on them!"
"Like you haven't slushied or dumpster tossed any newbies before," Azimio countered and that began a full-out argument between the two guys. They threw insults and barbs back and forth at each other while everyone else watched on and it wasn't until a tall, angry looking woman came storming down the hall that either of them quieted.
"What is going on here?" The woman yelled in a disgusted tone, flicking her eyes from the boys in the letterman jackets to the two scared siblings seated on the floor. She immediately turned to Finn and told him to tell her what happened, to which Finn completely confessed what he and Rachel walked in on. At that, the woman turned to Blaine, kneeling close his level. "Blaine? Hey, I'm Coach Beiste. Are you okay? Did these guys hurt you?"
Blaine knew he should mention his aching back, but he didn't, instead shaking his head no. Rachel stared at him in shock, but Blaine gave her a dirty look. "I'm fine. Just shaken up, but okay."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. No worries," Blaine whispered, not even sure if he believed his own lie. Coach Beiste watched him for a few seconds more before she stood up and snapped her fingers.
"All of you, follow me!" When the group failed to provide, she exploded, "Now if you want to stay on any sports team!" The group followed her down the hall, leaving Finn, Rachel, and Blaine alone. Once they were gone, Blaine sucked in a deep, shaky breath, falling against his sister's shoulder as all the fear and anxiety spilled out of him in heaving sobs.
He hadn't been that scared in forever and he wasn't sure if he wanted to deal with that ever again.
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Kurt blew a long stream of smoke out of his nostrils and leaned his head back against the chainlink fence. Quinn was lounging on the dirty couch across from him, Puckerman hovering over her as they made out, not giving two shits that Kurt was sitting right there.
"Can't you guys go to Quinn's house and do this?"
"Can't you go home and smoke?" Puck asked in between sucking a hickie on Quinn's neck. "You do know you can smoke at your own house... or in your car or wherever. You don't have to be a creep and watch us going at it just because you haven't gotten any in forever."
"Oh fuck off," Kurt grumbled, stubbing out his cigarette and tossing it into the ashtray nearby. He reached behind him to pull another cig from his carton when he felt his ass shake with the vibration of his cellphone. Rolling his eyes, he pulled the device from his pocket and slid his finger across the screen to answer it, knowing all well that it was Finn asking him to hurry up so they could go home. "Yeah Finn. What is it?"
"Where are you?"
"Where do you think?"
"Why'd you leave Blaine alone?"
Fuck.
As soon as Finn mentioned Blaine and the word alone, it was like someone poured a slushie all down Kurt's back. Something happened to Blaine. "What happened?"
"Some of the guys cornered him. I think they shoved him around a bit, but Rachel's got him now. It's just... Kurt, you usually stick around with him. I think they noticed you were gone so they swarmed. He's a little shaken up, but Beiste's got the guys in her office right now and Rachel's taking Blaine home."
"Where are you?" Kurt asked, steeling his voice even though he felt like he was about to throw up.
"Going to the car. I'm gonna follow Rachel home first and make sure she and Blaine get home okay. I just wanted to know if you were going to ride or if you'd just catch a ride home with Quinn later."
Behind him, Kurt heard Quinn moan and he shook his head, standing up. "I'm on my way. I'll meet you at the car." Quickly, he hung up his phone and flipped his friends off when they cheered over his leaving. "Fuck off. Use protection. Yada yada yada," he called over his shoulder as he left. His voice might have been steady as he teased his friends, but deep down, he felt sick over what he was told on the phone.
Those assholes went after Blaine.
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"Hey queer, gotta new boyfriend?"
Kurt turned around, hand freezing in its position of raising his cigarette to his lips. Before him stood Dave Karofsky, the bulky guy sneering at him when Kurt raised a brow in his direction.
"What do you want, hamhock? Where are your croonies?"
Karofsky's eyes darted back and forth until he noticed the coast was clear and then he ducked into the shadows of the bleachers, plopping down on the dusty old couch. As soon as he was seated, he dropped his head into his hands and sighed heavily. "I don't know how much longer I can do this."
"What? Be a jerk? Because you could easily tell the other guys to fuck off instead of being their obedient puppy dog."
"It's not that easy!" Karofsky growled, bunching his fingers in his too short hair. "You don't understand what it's like. You don't understand how hard it is to just be there and deal with them all the time."
"You don't have-"
"Sports are the only ticket I have out of this town! I can't just quit them or tell the guys off! God, I thought you knew that!"
"Sorry for not giving two shits whether or not you're still miserable because you're too chicken to tell your friends off, David." Kurt hissed, stomping his cigarette out with the toe of his boot. "You are the only person allowing yourself to be pushed around like that. It's not my problem that you won't tell those guys to fuck off."
"Kurt, I..." The other boy trailed off, sitting up as he began picking at some loose threads on his jeans. They stayed quiet for several minutes while Kurt smoked another cigarette and by the time he went to light his third, Karofsky just started talking. "Today they were blabbing about those new kids - you know, the brother and sister who just got here? Z wants to know if you and the boy are fucking around and they keep on talking like they're going to come to you about it and I- I just... the things they were saying, Kurt."
"Let them come to me then. I'll knock the shit out of them."
Karofsky dropped his gaze again, head shaking at Kurt's words. "But is it true though? Are you two-"
"That's none of your fucking business and you know it." Kurt blew the rest of the smoke from his lungs and scowled, "But we're not and those fuckers better leave Blaine alone."
"But you like him?"
"Oh my god, Dave, move the fuck on, okay? Nothing will ever happen between us. You made sure of that when you decided to bully me every single day and especially after you tried to kiss me last year!"
"You know I'm sorry for that. I wasn't thinking."
"Yeah well, you obviously don't do much of that, now do you?"
"You don't have to be such a dick all of the time, you know? I came over here to warn you that Z and the guys were gonna bother you, so you don't have to be such an ass to me."
"Whatever, Karofsky. Are we done?"
"Yeah. Yeah, we're done," the other guy mumbled, standing up from the couch and dusting off his pants. He looked out towards the football field to see if anyone was out there that would rat on him for being under the bleachers with Kurt, but he didn't see anybody. Sighing, he turned back towards Kurt, "You know... I think I liked you better when you weren't all badass and intolerable."
"Well, that's nice. I've never liked you."
And with that, Karofsky went on his way, leaving Kurt alone beneath the bleachers to think about what he had been told: if the knuckleheaded athletes thought something was going on between him and Blaine, then he was gonna be in for it. They usually let him be, especially since he kicked Rick the Stick's ass back in October for messing with him, but now that Blaine was around and he seemed to have taken a liking to Kurt, all of a sudden he was on their radar again. Scowling, Kurt ran a hand through his thick hair and sat down on the couch, mind racing over what he was going to do now that some idiots thought he had a new boyfriend.
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Of course, they'd go after Blaine. They couldn't find Kurt, so Blaine was their best bet. Fuck.
Kurt stormed through the parking lot, eyes narrowing when he caught Finn leaning up against Rachel Berry's car. The passenger door was open and Kurt could see Rachel's hands waving as she talked to Blaine, who was slumped in his seat; Finn was standing on the driver's side, watching the surrounding area like an angry papa bear. "Who did it?" Kurt hissed as he stepped up to the car.
"Azimio and the other guys. Karofsky was there too, but Blaine said he tried to call them off a little bit. When I got there, he was fighting with Rogers about something so I guess he wasn't really in on it today... shocker, right? Blaine's really shaken up though. Rachel said something about him being bullied at his old school and-"
"I know. Let me talk to him."
"Well, Rach's trying to calm him down now so-"
Kurt ignored the rest of his brother's sentence and wandered around to the other side of the car, ducking down beside Rachel - thus interrupting her speech - to peer inside at Blaine. "Hey. You okay?"
"Fine," Blaine whispered. He looked worse for wear, that was sure, and fire ran up Kurt's spine thanks to how pissed off he felt that those idiots went after his friend instead of coming to him.
"You're not hurt?"
"My back does. I kinda got a locker shove..."
"You what?!" Rachel screeched, pushing Kurt to the side in order to check her brother's back. She carelessly lifted the back of his shirt, exposing his reddened skin and Kurt's fists balled up. Oh, he was going to fuck somebody up.
"It's nothing," Blaine said softly, trying to brush off his sister's prying hands, but Kurt knocked his arms away so he could also observe the damage.
"I'll fucking kill 'em."
"Kurt, don't. It's okay."
"No, Abs, it's not. Those fuckers were going to come after me today and instead they went after you-"
Finn turned around at that, staring at Kurt in shock. "They were coming after you?"
"They think there's something going on between me and Blaine. I heard that they were looking for me to find out if it was true, but I wasn't even thinking - fuck, I didn't even think they'd go after Blaine. Fucking assholes."
The group watched Kurt as he began ranting, one hand locked up in his thick blue hair. He seemed so much more upset than he was letting on and deep down, it confused everyone, especially Blaine.
"Kurt, it's fine."
"Can Blaine and I be alone for a second?"
Rachel and Finn blinked stupidly at the sudden question, but when they caught the fiery look in Kurt's eyes, they nodded and stepped away, going over to where Kurt's Navigator was parked just a few feet away. Once they were gone, Kurt knelt down, looking directly into Blaine's eyes.
"I'm sorry I left you alone today. I wasn't even thinking they were going to come after you. God, Blaine, I fucked up."
"I don't need a bodyguard, you know?" Blaine murmured, embarrassed that everyone was treating him like a child. Sure, he freaked out earlier and fell apart after what happened in the hallway, but he wasn't a baby - he could take care of himself.
"Yeah, but I know these guys. I know what they're capable of and I should've known that if they were going to try to mess with me, they'd come after you too, especially since they were saying shit about us being together." He reached out, grabbing Blaine's hand. Beside him, the shaken boy sucked in a deep breath, but Kurt ignored it. "Those guys won't mess with you again, I promise."
"Kurt-"
"I promise."
A/N: Sorry for the delay, guys. I had a pretty funny/crappy reaction to a food I ate the other night and I spent the next few days in a fog and slightly miserable (and man did it hurt to talk lol), but I'm good now and hopefully I'll be able to get these chapters out faster.