My mom is in the hospital and is seriously ill. This may slow down the speed of my updates. Writing is cathartic for me, however, so never fear, I will continue to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thank you as always for the reviews.

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Last time on "Try Me":

Blaine couldn't be happier to see him healing. The faster he healed, the sooner Blaine could start to empower him by teaching him self-defense. He knew that Kurt would blossom once he knew he could defend himself. That was how it was for Blaine. He never felt secure in himself until he knew he could kick anyone's ass that tried to hurt him. It took many times of doing just that before Blaine was finally able to just live off his reputation. He continued fighting in the fight club and boxing, but it was for sport, nothing else.

He was cleaning up around the bedroom, humming to himself, when he heard a muted song playing. Digging through a pile of clothes, he found Kurt's phone. It was playing an old Broadway tune. He didn't think too much about the song just stared at the caller ID as it continued to ring.

Incoming Call From: David K

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Rage instantly filled Blaine and his hand shook. Tapping the 'answer' button, he put the phone to his ear.

"Yes?" he said in a soft voice. He wanted to see what the fucker would say if he thought it was Kurt on the line.

"Hey sweet thing. Why are you avoiding me? I know things got out of hand, but you know it's just cuz you made me mad. I still love you," David said in a syrupy sweet voice. "I want to see you. I need to be with you. Say yes."

"I don't know," Blaine said quietly, wanting to extend the deception.

"Kurt, don't do this. You know I expect obedience. I know you think this Anderson guy is going to care about you, but you know it's bullshit. I'm the only who can care about you, the only one who wants anything to do with you. He'll just use you and throw you away. Now, meet me at your apartment in an hour. I swear to God if you are late or you don't show, you will regret it. Understand me?" Karofsky growled menacingly.

"Yes," Blaine whispered. "I'll be there." Hearing an example of what

"Good. And prep your damn ass before I get there so I can just slam it into you. You like it rough, don't you, baby?" he asked, probably trying to sound sexy. Blaine just felt nauseous.

"Hmm," Blaine said.

"One hour. Don't test me on this, Kurt or you will live to regret it. If you live," he chuckled and hung up.

"Maybe you should worry about your own survival," Blaine muttered as he cleared the screen of the phone. Grinning to himself, he knew the dorm room would be unlocked, but it sure as hell wouldn't be Kurt waiting on the other side.

He changed into sweats and a wife beater before pulling a hooded sweatshirt over his head. Going to his gym bag, he got out his tape and began wrapping his hands. There was no need to damage his hands on a piece of shit like Karofsky. He knew the guy had quite a few inches on him and at least seventy five pounds or more. Luckily, he'd taken on bigger and laid them out like nothing.

Now for Kurt. Nudging him softly, he spoke softly in his ear. "Wake up, Beautiful. Come on, sweetie, open those gorgeous peepers of yours," he said.

"Mmm," Kurt moaned, nuzzling deeper into the blanket.

"Kurt, wake up just for a minute, then you can go back to sleep," he continued.

"Wassup, Blaine? I'm so tired," Kurt mumbled.

"I just wanted you to know I'm leaving. I'm going to the gym and then to the grocery store. I didn't want you to worry if you woke up and I wasn't here," Blaine said, rubbing Kurt's cheek lightly to keep his attention.

"Okay. Do I have your phone number?" Kurt asked sleepily.

"I'll check and put it in there if it isn't," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's phone again. His number wasn't in there, but he saw that Kurt had already put his name in the contacts. He thought that was awfully sweet. Filling in all the information he could, down to his email address and home address, before putting the phone on the table near Kurt. "Alright, Kurt, you're all set to go. Call or text me if you need anything or think of something you want from the grocery store."

Kurt's eyes lit up. "Can I have a non-fat mocha? I'll pay you back," he asked.

"Of course you can. And no, you won't pay me back. It's my treat," Blaine said, kissing his soft cheek. "Now go back to sleep and finish your nap. I'll probably be back before you wake up," he said. He knew it wouldn't take long to kick the shit out of Karofsky.

"Okay, Blainey. I'm sleepy. Can I have a kiss goodbye?" Kurt asked, his cheeks turning a deep pink.

"The answer to that question will always be yes," Blaine grinned. Leaning in, he lightly brushed his lips against Kurt's. "Mm, your lips are so soft."

"So is my tongue," Kurt said, his eyes heavy lidded as he stared at Blaine's mouth.

"Aw shit," Blaine moaned and delved back into Kurt's mouth. Their lips moved together and Blaine slid his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip, licking and sucking at it.

Kurt's moan of delight drove Blaine insane. He put his hands on either side of Kurt's face and kissed him deeply, suckling his tongue, and exploring the inner cavern of his mouth. Kurt, meanwhile, sat up and wrapped his arms around Blaine, bringing him closer. Over and over, their tongues swirled around each other, desperate to go deeper.

"I want you, Blaine. Will you make love to me?" Kurt whispered hotly in Blaine's ear.

Blaine froze and stepped back. "What?"

Kurt froze too, his face turning beet red. "N, never mind. I, I shouldn't have said anything," he mumbled.

"No, no never mind. You really want to be with me? That's why I said that. I didn't think you'd want to be with me, or anyone really, after all you've been there," Blaine babbled. He was still in shock and the thought of making love to Kurt and the pictures it produced made his legs weak.

"I would love to be with you. I need to talk to you first about some things, but maybe we can talk about this more when you get back?" Kurt asked.

"I look forward to it," Blaine said with a sincere smile. He leaned in and covered Kurt's mouth with his, dipping his tongue quickly in and out of Kurt's mouth in a sweet kiss.

"Mm, me too," Kurt said, blushing and smiling.

"Try to get some more rest, baby. I'll be back as soon as I can," Blaine said, pushing Kurt to lay back down and pulling the blankets up to his chin. Kurt hummed in happiness. "You really like these blankets don't you," Blaine commented.

"Of course I do. They smell like you," Kurt said and his eyes slipped closed.

Blaine stood there, staring at Kurt in wonder. This man was going to own him heart and soul if he wasn't careful. Or he could let go and just let him take everything he had to offer. Hopefully it was enough.

Grabbing Kurt's keys, he left, making sure to lock both locks on his door. He even went around and checked the back door, just to be on the safe side. He would have to make sure Karofsky didn't follow him home. Kurt's safety was his number one priority.

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Arriving at Kurt's dorm, he saw a small crack in the wood from Karofsky pounding on it. Shaking his head, he unlocked the door and walked into Kurt's dorm for the first time. Looking around, he smiled. This was definitely a room that Kurt had made his own. There was art on the dingy dorm walls and lovely area rugs covering the old carpet.

His bed was sumptuous with a fluffy navy blue comforter and a large collection of pillows at the head of the bed. Blaine saw some things that Kurt might want so he wandered into the kitchenette in search of a bag of some kind. He found a reusable grocery bag and used that. He found Kurt's iPod and his phone charger. Going into the bathroom, he found the shelves mostly empty, but his razor and shaving cream was there. He put those in the bag as well before wandering into the living room. Finding Kurt's DVD collection, he picked out a few and put them in with everything else. Hopefully, this bag would cheer Kurt up. Having things of your own around you is always comforting.

Realizing David would be there soon, Blaine began moving furniture out of the way. He wanted to save as much of Kurt's belongings as possible, but he wasn't going to go easy on Karofsky in order to do that.

Stretching his arms and legs, he jumped from foot to foot, warming his body up. The asshole was coming for sex and probably to beat the crap out of Kurt in the process. His stomach still churned over his demand that Kurt prepare himself so Karofsky could just get to it. Disgusting and about as romantic as an oozing wound.

He stood in the bathroom, so Karofsky wouldn't see him right away. He wanted him to walk in and close the door before Blaine revealed himself.

Blaine heard the heavy, clomping footsteps before Karofsky shoved the door open, slamming it.

"You damn well better be naked and in that bed," he growled.

"Well, I'm not naked or in bed, but I'm here and I'm ready for you," Blaine said, stepping around the corner, coming face to face with a surprised Karofsky.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Anderson? Aren't you supposed to be off playing nurse maid to Kurt?" he asked, trying to shake off his shock.

"Nope, I'm here to play punching bag with your enormous head," Blaine said with a grin.

Karofsky snorted. "You have got to be kidding me! You can't take me."

"Do you not remember the last time we met? That giant bruise on your face and your crooked nose tell another story," Blaine said mildly. Inside though, he was pretty pleased with the extreme bruising covering the larger man's face.

"Little fucker," Karofsky growled and rushed at Blaine, his fist flying through the air.

Blaine easily ducked the punch and delivered his own into Karofsky's lower ribs. The larger man cried out and turned to get at Blaine.

"Come on, I'll let you hit me, just to make you feel better," Blaine taunted, jutting his chin out.

Karofsky took the bait and swung. Blaine caught his arm and quickly twisted it and slipped behind Karofsky, pinning his arm to his back. The position gave Blaine total control as well as extreme pain for Karofsky. Blaine grabbed Karofsky's hair and lifting his head, he then smashed the other man's face into the ground, grinding it against the carpet just for extra humiliation. Kneeing him in the back made Karofsky yell out.

"Alright, Jesus, Anderson, I'll leave the little bitch alone!" Karofsky said, though his voice was muffled by the face full of carpet he was talking into.

Kneeing him and smacking his face into the carpet again, Blaine asked. "Who will you be leaving alone?"

Grinding his knee into Karofsky's back, he knew the other guy had had enough. "Kurt," he mumbled. "I'll leave Kurt again."

Letting go of Karofsky immediately, Blaine stood and smiled. "I'm so glad we were able to straighten this out. Now, you don't seem to be the sharpest tool in the shed, so I'll remind you. If you come anywhere near Kurt, I will beat you within an inch of your damn life. Do you understand that?" Blaine demanded.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Karofsky said, standing and weaving a bit. His face was a bloody mess, an angry red rug burn covering his entire face.

"You might want to get some ointment for that," Blaine said casually, pointing at his face.

Karofsky's jaw tightened and he looked like he wanted to start something, but he just glared at Blaine and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

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"Here is your non-fat mocha and a cookie to go along with it," Blaine said, handing Kurt the warm drink.

"Thank you. You don't look very sweaty. Did you not work out?" Kurt asked, taking a sip and humming at the taste.

"I did, it just wasn't as much of a challenge as I gave it credit for," Blaine said with a grin stretching from ear to ear.

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This chapter is not edited. My mom is having an angiogram and I need to get to the hospital. I hope you still enjoyed the chapter! I did. I wish I could see a pic of Karofsky after Blaine got through with him. :)