So, originally I wanted to post this in some sort of a semi-chronological order. But seeing as how I rarely write chronologically, I'll just post what I've got written. I'll make sure to let you know where it falls in the Glee-niverse, but I can't promise it's all going to be canon. So yeah.

This one's during Blame It On The Alcohol. If you've seen the episode, I'm sure you'll know the scene.

And don't hold my thoughts against Blaine in this part against me. I'm a firm Klaine fan, but sometimes, I really do want to punch him in the face.

Kate watched as Kurt's face fell underneath the hysterical smile plastered on his face while Blaine and Rachel continued to suck each other's face barely eight inches from Kurt's.

"Okay, I think that's about enough of that!"

Kurt clapped his hands to get their attention, obviously uncomfortable. Kate grabbed the back Kurt's shirt, not caring if she wrinkled the fabric or not. Kate had to get Kurt away, get him out of this house and away from where Blaine was unknowingly breaking his best friend's heart.

She yanked him up and dragged him away from the circle, unsure of whether he'd caught Rachel telling Blaine that his face tasted 'awesome.'

"What the hell, Kate?" he demanded, his eyes not lingering on her but on Blaine as he stumbled to the stage with Rachel.

"Let's get out of here. Now."

"Not yet," he insisted. "Let's stay for a little longer, I want to –"

He was cut off as Blaine and Rachel launched into 'Don't You Want Me.' Kate and Kurt stood towards the back, watching the two on stage turn into even more of attention whores, as they sang to each other. Kate kept a steadying hand on Kurt's arm as he watched the performance and she watched him. The odd couple had barely made it halfway through the song before tears were welling in Kurt's eyes and his face displayed unmistakable pain. Kate's grip on Kurt's arm tightened and this time she ignored his protests as she tugged him up the stairs leading to the foyer of the Berry household.

She led him through the front door, out to her truck, and pushed him into the passenger seat. Kate climbed into the driver's side, cranked the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway. She drove a few streets over, shut off the truck, killed the lights, and finally turned to look at Kurt. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were vacant and there were tears running down his cheeks.

Kate started to ask if Kurt was okay, but she closed her mouth before uttering anything. Kurt would speak when he wanted to, and Kate pushing him would only make him angry. So they sat in the darkness, in the silence, for several minutes while Kurt sniffled and wiped at the tears rolling down his face. Finally, after Kate had dug out a small pack of tissues and Kurt had blown his nose, he spoke.

"How could he just – I don't understand why –" Kurt broke off with a choked sob.

Kate's answer was immediate. "He's an ass."

"Kate," he snapped. "He was drunk. He didn't know that –"

"Bullshit."

Kurt's eyes narrowed and his lips tipped downwards. Kate leaned forward and met Kurt's watery gaze through the darkness.

"You know I'm right. You told him how you feel, he knows how you feel, and then he goes off and gets drunk and makes out with Rachel six inches from your face. That makes him an ass."

Kate watched Kurt's jaw tighten. He was thinking. He was thinking hard. And Kate watched as the pedestal he'd placed Blaine on when they met started to crumble. She watched as he came to terms with the fact that Blaine was a boy, just like him, who would make mistakes, do dumb things, break people's hearts, and not realize it until too late.

"He's not perfect, you know."

"I know," Kurt grunted.

Kate sighed as she turned the key in the ignition again. "I don't think you do."

Neither of them spoke as Kate drove to the Hummel house. She pulled up to the curb and pushed the truck into park.

"I'm sorry about the way this turned out," Kate murmured. "I know you were hoping Blaine might notice you a little differently…but –"

Kurt waved his hand to cut her off. "It's fine," he answered quietly. "I'm an idiot. Thanks for…getting me out. I don't know if I could have managed to stay much longer."

"No problem. That's what friends are for, Kurt."

He started to open the door, but Kate's hand caught his arm. "Yes?"

Kate gave him a soft smile. "You're an amazing guy, Kurt. You're sweet, underneath that bitingly sarcastic shell, you're compassionate, you're driven, and you're drop dead gorgeous. Any guy would be lucky to have you, and Blaine's a flaming idiot for not noticing."

Kurt returned Kate's smile and she leaned in to drop a kiss on his cheek.

"One last thing."

He raised an eyebrow.

"It's okay to be mad at him, you know."

Kurt's eyes dropped to the middle console.

"I'm serious. If a guy did that to me…" Kate took a deep breath. "If I told Aidan how I felt, and then he went and made out with Rachel Berry, while drunk, right in front of my face, I'd be pissed. I'd be pissed for days after that. So, if you're angry with Blaine, you have every right to be. Don't let him charm you into forgiving him until he apologizes for his behavior. What he did was tasteless and hurtful."

"Okay," Kurt nodded. He seemed to drift for a moment before jerking his head around to stare at Kate. "You have feelings for Aidan."

Kate shrugged. "Yeah, I do."

"And you haven't told him, why?"

"Well, not to reinforce a painful memory, but that didn't work out too well for you. Or Rachel. Or Quinn. Or Finn. Or –"

Kurt chuckled and it was a comforting sound to Kate. "Okay, okay, I get it. But I still think it couldn't hurt to take a shot. I think Aidan's definitely interested in you."

"Thanks, Kurt. I'll think about it." She nodded towards Kurt's house. "Go get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow. Don't worry about Blaine. I'll call Finn and have him make sure that Blaine gets home safely, or he has a place to stay."

Kurt slid to the ground. "Thanks again Kate."

"You're welcome."

He shut the door and then slowly turned and made his way up the walk. Kate wanted to punch Blaine Anderson so hard she'd knock him into last Tuesday, but that wasn't a viable option. She'd vowed to keep her temper under control and not resort to violence on a whim. But damn that boy to the deepest depths of hell if he ever hurt Kurt like that again, because Kate wasn't above breaking promises – or faces – if it was for a worthy cause. And Kurt's heart, his beautiful heart, was definitely a worthy cause.