Ok, so I was bored and reading this Hevans fic that almost made me support that pairing (Sam/Kurt) even though I totally don't while simultaneously watching Lie To Me, which is a great show by the way, when BAM it hit me. Inspiration. I got an idea for the story that left me with a goofy grin on my face: the kind I get while reading somthing really aweosome or cute or that makes me laugh every other word. That kind of grin. So long story short, I now know what I am going to do for like the whole entire rest of this fanfic. Yay.

Anyway,

Enjoy :)

Blaine immediately regretted what he had done. He lay on his bed, figuratively kicking himself over and over again.

You idiot, you complete ass! He's not yours! You don't have any right to get angry at him over who he dates. Where did the person who was trying so hard to be a good mentor go? Though he was thinking that, he knew he couldn't bring that person back.

He had snapped. He'd lost control on his emotions and he knew there was no way of getting it back. Not while Kurt was with Lucian. Not while the memories of them intertwined on the bed or of Lucian crying into Kurt's arms were still fresh in his mind and burning him like a witch on a stake.

So he just lay there in self-loathing, knowing he couldn't change anything.

Wes and David knocked on his door, after the rehearsal, he presumed.

"Hey, are you ok?"

"Yeah, man, you skipped rehearsal and so did Kurt and Luce."

Kurt and Luce, hearing the two names together made him feel sick and angry, followed by another round of revulsion directed at himself and a faint trickle of sadness at what he had lost. He didn't even notice that the Warblers had adopted Kurt's name for Lucian.

"Go away; I don't want to talk about it!" He said, knowing the sadness and revulsion he felt were both present in his voice. It was true, what he had just said. But it was even truer that he couldn't bear for anyone to hear about this and hate him for it; he already hated himself enough, and Kurt probably hated him too.

He knew the other two would shy away from the emotion in voice. Sure enough, he heard Wes mumble something about, "Well, if you need us…" and drag David away. You can always count on your friends when you need them, he thought with a dry sort of humor. He chuckled a little, but the sound was mirthless and almost more like a snivel.

Kurt didn't know how long he'd been holding Luce, but the boy's tears finally trickled out until there were none left.

"You should have… sniff… gone after him. Sorry about your sweater, by the way," Lucian said with his voice rough from crying. Kurt couldn't quite believe these were the first things that had come out of Luce's mouth.

"It's ok, and no I should not have," Kurt replied with a pointed look that was meant to convey: You're more important to me. Luce appeared to understand, because as he was getting up to sit properly instead of kneeling he uttered, "Thanks."

Kurt felt as though he was treading in shark-infested waters. He wanted and needed to say something, anything to Luce, but he didn't want to risk another explosion and meltdown like the one earlier. Finally, Kurt inwardly released a sigh of relief as Luce chose the topic of conversation.

"You may have heard that I didn't exactly have many friends before you got here, Kurt," Luce chuckled at his own understatement and sarcasm, "I didn't relate well to other people, since I felt they had no idea what I was going through, and I made no effort to look the least bit interested in anything, so it was partly my fault. However, my grandfather and father had told me not to get too friendly with the children at this school, since I would one day rule over them and their children. You see, I am supposed to become dean of the school after my father. So it's their fault too. They also gave me personal access to their information network that covers just about everyone in or that has ever been in this school."

Kurt finally understood how Luce knew so much about everyone without ever talking to them.

"I saw you first when you came to spy, badly I might add, and liked you as soon as I saw you. When you transferred here, your file contained a lot about your interests and a little bit, though not much, about what happened with that Karofsky kid at your old school. I thought you were really similar to me, and you could understand a little of what I'm going through. It was the first time in my life I ever wanted to be someone's friend.

"I thought that I wouldn't push it, knowing my family would disapprove of you even more than anyone else in the school because you were not in the same tax bracket. I decided that if the fates wanted us to be friends, they would make it so without me doing anything about it. Apparently they did.

"I was so happy when I heard someone singing with me and then saw that it was you. And we got along so well. It already seems like we've been friends for years instead of days. I just said I felt as though we are similar, but sometimes I feel as though we are completely different, foils of each other. You have everything that I want to have but don't. Accepting friends, a supportive family… I don't think I'll ever know what it feels like to have those," Luce finished with a sigh of defeat that squeezed at Kurt's heart.

"Well, for friends you have me, and…" He paused, knowing this might make Luce angry again, "I still think we need to do something about your family!" he held up a hand before Luce could voice the protest he was obviously about to begin, "You can't live in fear of them forever, Luce! It's not right! Even though my situation wasn't as bad, I didn't just do nothing! I moved, I escaped," Kurt gestured for Luce to proceed.

"I agree," Kurt was startled by Luce's acceptance, "But what can I do? Who can I tell, when it seems like the whole world supports my family? I just don't know how I could ever free myself from this."

Kurt and Luce sat in fruitless contemplation.

Neither Kurt nor Luce went to any of the other Warbler rehearsals after they had missed one. Kurt wasn't in the mood for singing; he could barely make it through all his classes without throwing something in frustration: They still didn't have any ideas. He assumed Blaine went; after all, he wasn't even aware that Blaine had missed the rehearsal on Sunday.

At breakfast on Friday, Kurt and Luce were sitting a few seats down from Blaine and the other Warblers who were happily chatting amongst themselves. Blaine had been refusing to look at Kurt, but today he sent a glance over. Kurt met his glance with a strained smile, but Blaine just turned his head away again. A little while later, Blaine got a call and was talking rather loudly to his mother.

"No, mom, I do not need to contact a news crew to cover my win at the fencing tournament. It's not that big a deal. Really. Ok. Love you. Bye."

A news crew. Kurt had almost forgotten Blaine was rich and had that kind of power. He suddenly remembered the black AMEX Centurion Card that had flashed several of the times they had met up, like when they went to eat with Mercedes or Blaine took him to see Rent. He also simultaneously recalled a sentence in one of the bullying books he had read after the whole Karofsky thing, "A bully will often act out in aggression when confronted and blamed for his acts, which he knows to be wrong."

Kurt developed an idea. A crazy, brilliant, dangerous idea which was likely to get him expelled and make Luce extremely mad at him if it worked, or get them both killed if it didn't. At least they would die together, and Kurt would feel like he had attempted something. He couldn't stop the smirk from spreading across his face like the Cheshire cat.

After breakfast, he went up to Blaine and said, "Can I ask you something?"

At first Blaine tried to turn away, but Kurt got in front of him again and employed all his looking-cute techniques, bouncing back on his heels and giving puppy dog eyes, "Please?"

Blaine sighed as though in resignation or defeat, and said, "Sure, what is it?"

Kurt knew he had won, and answered, "I really really really need you to do something super-important for me, will you?"

"Sure-" Kurt heard this and yelled "Thanks!" before running off to the Dean's office.

Blaine had been defeated by Kurt's adorableness once again. He was mad at the boy and himself just a few seconds ago, how did he end up agreeing to help him? He heard the "Thanks!" and saw Kurt dashing away, without telling him what he was supposed to be doing.

"Hey! What do you need me to do?" He yelled, afraid Kurt was too far away to hear him.

Kurt turned around and yelled, "I'll tell you if this works!" and then ran off again, leaving Blaine completely baffled.

If what works?