Thank you for all the reviews and follows! I love the support I get from you guys. It keeps me inspired. Warning: Violence
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Last time on "Try Me":
"No way. David doesn't want me going," Kurt said adamantly. It was Saturday morning and he'd gotten together with the girls for coffee.
"Come on, Kurt, it's going to be the party of the year tonight," Mercedes pushed. "There are going to be hundreds of people there, what are the chances you'll even see Karofsky? We'll keep an eye out for you."
"Yeah, we'll make sure you aren't seen and we can all have a great time. You deserve it, Kurt," Rachel said, her brown eyes kind.
After a few more minutes, Kurt found his will crumbling. It would be fun to go to a party and really, in all those people, what were the chances that David would see him. David was big so he would be hard to miss in a crowd.
"Alright, we'll go," he finally said.
"Yay!" The girls giggled.
"So, now the big question. What are we all going to wear?" Kurt asked, smiling.
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Kurt finally decided on faded blue jeans and a black Henley with his Doc Martens. The girls were going all out with short dresses and nails and hair done. Kurt helped Rachel get her hair to cooperate and taught her a new way to use her eyeliner. By the time they were ready, the party had already started. They didn't mind being fashionably late, it was practically expected.
"What do I do if David sees me?" Kurt asked nervously as they drove to the party.
Rachel and Mercedes shared a look. "I think you'd better stick around us. Maybe having an audience will keep him from blowing up at you," Rachel said.
"She's right, Kurt. Power in numbers. I wish I was a huge, muscle head so I could be the crap out of Karofsky just so he could have a taste of what he is doing to you," Mercedes snarled.
"Don't worry about it Mercedes. He's leaving as it is," Kurt said, unsure how to feel about it.
"What?" The girls said in unison.
"After he graduates, he's moving to Philadelphia. He said we will be breaking up as soon as he leaves," Kurt said.
The girls started squealing and clapping in joy. "Kurt that's wonderful!" Rachel said.
"Why is it wonderful to have the one guy who has ever cared about me move out of state and not want to see me anymore? I love him and now I'm going to be alone again," Kurt said, trying to control the tears that were threatening to fall.
"Honey, I hate to break it to you – again – but there is no way he cares about you. He treats you like shit, he makes fun of you, hell he won't even be seen in public with you! That is not love. That is someone who wants the attention and affection from someone without having to return any of it. Plus he uses you as a punching bag. Not exactly the loving type," Mercedes said in a scathing tone.
"He does care about me in his own way. You don't know how he is when we are alone," Kurt said defensively. "Now let's just drop it and have a good time. That's what tonight is all about, right?"
"Right," Rachel said. She hated any kind of confrontation and was eager for everyone to get along.
Mercedes glared at Kurt for a moment. Then she nodded and said, "Right."
Rachel parked a block away from the frat house which was the smartest plan. It always happened that those who parked too close ended up with cars spray painted or tires flattened or windows busted. The further away you parked the better your car would fare.
They locked arms with each other and walked toward the loud music, determined to have a good time. Entering the large house, they were immediately bombarded with people yelling and laughing, drinks being offered by random people. Kurt, Rachel and Mercedes had agreed that unless they saw the drink being made, they would not drink anything. So they turned down a lot of drinks but made their way to the makeshift bar and ordered drinks from the bartender who appeared to be quite drunk already. But the drinks he made were decent, so Kurt and the girls wandered around, sipping on their drinks.
A Madonna song came on and the friends downed their cups and quickly went to dance. Kurt let go for the first time in so long. He wasn't worried about anything but the way his body was swaying and shimmying to the music. Nothing could change the good time he was having.
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Blaine was wandering around the frat house, taking a shot here and there when it was offered to him. His friends were all dancing with whatever females they could find, so Blaine was going solo for the time being. A high pitched laugh got his attention and he looked at the dance floor. Hummel was out there with his two friends dancing and being silly. He sneered at them for a moment, but the joy that was emanating from the lithe boy eventually made him smile. Hummel kept doing a silly shimmy which did not distract from his tight ass. Those blue jeans were doing wonders for his ass and those long legs of his.
Blaine wondered why he was suddenly finding this guy attractive. He was a clumsy geek who was studying fashion. Most times he was a walking billboard for what not to wear. Every time he saw him, he was either falling or getting up from falling or getting knocked down. Tonight though, he seemed happy, free.
He had thought a lot about the look he'd seen on Kurt's face when he saw him in the mall. Something like that wasn't something you made up. He didn't know why it bugged him so much, it's not like he was suddenly going to play hero. There was no concrete evidence of Hummel getting beat up. But still, it bugged him. Grinning at Thad as he walked by with a tray of shots, he took one and downed it, turning away and getting caught up in a conversation with a fellow Warbler.
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Kurt was having a wonderful time. They spent most of the night dancing and just being their crazy selves. None of them had any more to drink than that first drink, so they were all sober. Kurt's bladder must have thought he'd had much more because he suddenly had to go like crazy.
"Hey!" he yelled in Mercedes ear. "I'm going to find a bathroom. I'll be right back!"
"Okay!" Mercedes responded, grinning at him.
Kurt left the dance floor area that he suspected was the house dining room and went to find a bathroom. Just as he was reaching for a door, a hand came down hard on his shoulder.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Kurt's stomach sank and he felt nauseous as he turned and saw the furious face of his boyfriend.
"Didn't I tell you that you were not welcome here? Were you fucking listening or did you want me to beat your ass?" Karofsky growled in his face.
"I, I was staying away from you. I wasn't trying to get in your way or anything. I just wanted to dance with my friends," Kurt said quickly, his voice breaking with fear.
"I do believe I owe you a little something, don't I? I gave you a warning, you decided to do your own thing. Now your ass is going to pay for it," Karofsky snarled, grabbing his elbow and yanking him up the nearby stairs.
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Blaine, who hadn't been able to stop staring at Hummel's ass all night, saw Karofsky dragging Kurt up the stairs. Curious, he followed, keeping his distance.
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Kurt tried to pull his arm away from Karofsky's meaty hand. "Let go, David!"
"Shut up," David said, jerking him roughly.
Karofsky went down the hall and looked in a couple rooms, finally finding a bedroom that was empty. Shoving Kurt inside, he flipped the lock on the door and turned to his boyfriend.
"When I tell you something, Kurt, I expect you to listen and obey. Apparently you are too damn dumb because here you are when I told you not to come," David said, his eyes furious.
"I have every right to be here. It's not like I was trying to hold your hand or kiss you. I didn't even know where you were," Kurt said, frustrated.
"And what would happen if someone saw us together, huh? Are you trying to ruin the last days of my college career?" Karofsky continued, his face getting redder. "You little fucker, I can't believe you. We're over, do you hear me? Over. I don't know you, I've never seen you before in my life."
"David, please," Kurt said, tears flowing down his cheeks. He reached out to David.
A strong hand suddenly came flying at his face, backhanding Kurt and throwing him to the floor. Kurt cried out, his hand covering his face as he began to sob. Karofsky came over to him as Kurt was down and kicked him viciously in the ribs.
"You fucking faggot, you keep away from me. You don't know me, you never have, do you understand me?" Karofsky growled, kicking him in the back. He bent down and grabbed Kurt by the shirt and yanked him to his feet.
"I said, do you understand?" he yelled.
"Yes," Kurt cried, holding his ribs. "I thought you loved me."
Karofsky hauled off and punched Kurt straight in the face, making him shriek in pain.
"I have no feelings for you. Never had, never will. Get that through your ugly, stupid skull," he said, shaking Kurt and slapping him.
A loud crash interrupted them as the door came flying open so hard it smacked against the wall and came flying back only to be stopped by a tanned hand.
"What's up?" Blaine asked, calmly walking in the room.
"What the hell is it to you, Anderson?" Karofsky said, dropping Kurt, who then fell on the floor.
"Well, it seems like you're beating up someone a tad bit smaller than you," Blaine said casually. "Doesn't seem too fair."
"You're closer to his size, Anderson, you want to take a swing at him? Be my guest," Karofsky chuckled, kicking at Kurt who wasn't moving.
Blaine came toward Kurt and looked down at him. "You sure worked him over," he said.
"Damn right I did. Little prick deserved it," Karofsky said, joining him in looking down at the small man on the floor.
"As it turns out, you deserve it more," Blaine said and before Karofsky could blink, Blaine threw a punch, landing right on Karofsky's nose, busting it cleanly. Blood began to pour as Blaine punched him again, this time in the ribs. "How's that feel, huh? Want some more?"
Karofsky shook his head. "You little asshole," he whined. He bent over, holding his nose and ribs.
This gave Blaine the perfect opportunity for a vicious upper cut into Karofsky's jaw, followed by another punch in his cheek.
"I'm going to get you for this, Anderson," Karofsky moaned, falling to his knees.
"Try me. Go ahead. At the same time, I'll let everyone know you're a flaming gay who got his ass kicked by another flaming gay," Blaine threatened.
"What?" Karofsky stared at him.
"Oh yeah, you didn't know I'm gay? That'll go over good with your friends. I say you get the fuck out of here and leave Hummel alone, or we'll continue this conversation. Well, I will, you'll just lay there and cry like a little baby," Blaine said. He kicked Karofsky in the side, making him fall to the floor, moaning in pain. "I'm going to keep it up until you get your nasty ass out of here," he warned.
Karofsky whined and slowly got up onto his knees, holding his ribs. "I'm going to get you for this, you little fucker."
"I'll be waiting," Blaine said pleasantly.
Karofsky looked at Kurt. "You keep your fucking mouth shut, Hummel."
Kurt tried to raise his head but couldn't.
"I think you're done talking with Hummel. Not just for now, but forever. I'll really kick your ass if I catch you anywhere near him," Blaine said, glaring at Karofsky.
Karofsky opened his mouth, but the absolute fury emanating from the curly haired man convinced him it was time to go.
Blaine watched Karofsky hobble out of the room, then followed to make sure he went down the stairs. Going back in the bedroom, he went over to Kurt and knelt by him.
"Hey, Kurt?" he nudged Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt whined softly. Opening his already swelling eyes, he flinched when he saw Blaine. "Please, no more," he begged, tears streaking down his cheeks.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help. Come on, we need to get you out of here," Blaine said, wrapping his arms around Kurt and lifting him easily. "I know a back way."
Kurt was confused. He was in so much pain from Karofsky beating him. Now Blaine Anderson, the resident scrapper, had him in his arms and was going to help him? Did he get hit too hard in the head? No, there was a body holding him with strong arms. A neck was close to his face and he could smell a very male scent that was comforting to Kurt. He felt safe in these arms. These arms had helped him.
"It's okay, Kurt, you're gonna be okay," Blaine said, his voice warm in Kurt's ear.
Kurt realized he was shivering, but he wasn't cold. Maybe shock, he thought distantly. All he knew was he wanted to sleep. Being surrounded by strength and warmth rocked him to sleep.
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All Kurt knew was pain as he woke up. His ribs, his face, his back; everything seemed to ache. Repressing a moan, he opened his eyes only to find that they were almost swollen shut. He whimpered as he tried to open them further.
He saw a dark blue comforter around him that wasn't his. The bed was comfortable, but again, it wasn't his. His heart pounded and he almost cried out in panic when he realized he wasn't in his dorm room. Where was he?
A soft snore sounded next to him. Carefully turning his head, he froze. Curly black hair surrounded an attractive olive skinned face with full lips. Oh shit. He knew this face.
What was he doing in bed with Blaine Anderson?
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So? I'm not too great at fight scenes, so I hope it went well. Let me know what you think!