Agonizing Ch 2

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I also want to thank Call Me Mad for helping me out with the whole paragraph situation. I was told by one of my instructors to start a new paragraph when I need to change the topic, and another teacher told me to create a paragraph every five to seven sentences. I'm going to stick with your method.

Disclaimer: I honestly don't own Glee. You can check my pockets, you can search my house, and Glee won't be anywhere near my possession. I'm not capable of obtaining something that potent and addicting.

One more thing before I continue, I honestly don't think people give Kurt the credit he deserves. He's not weak at all, and I know this is a little hypocrisy coming from me, since I've made Kurt seem to be weak and needy in the first chapter, but I promise that this story is NOT about a weak, needy, fragile Kurt who needs someone to baby him all the time.

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"He's so weird!" "Why would anyone as gorgeous as Blaine Anderson go to such great lengths to defend him?" "Did you see them come out of that closet together?" the Cheerios' constant chatter during lunch contained rumors that spread faster than ever, and Kurt received more hatred than he ever thought he ever would.

"What are you guys talking about?" Blaine asked as he approached the lunch table filled with his teammates. Kurt's words still echoed in his head. Did Kurt doubt their friendship? He always asked Blaine to never forget him, as if Blaine would easily walk away once he found someone or something. He just didn't understand, and that broke Blaine's heart more than anything.

"Care to explain why you were defending Hummel? Karofsky was just doing what had to be done, what he's been doing for years, so why do you care all of sudden?" Michael, the team's wide receiver, accused as Blaine sat next to Sam and Finn. It sickened Blaine to hear Michael say that Kurt being hurt was something that had to be done, and had been happening for so long.

"Why wouldn't I defend him? Hurting someone isn't okay, no matter who they are, especially since Kurt's going through a hard time right now. Why would Karofsky have any right to hurt innocent people?" It didn't matter to Blaine what the consequences were for defending a.. A lose- Kurt, he just wanted him to be safe.

Michael appeared to contemplate this. He shrugged after awhile. "You have a point, I guess. We'll make you a deal. We'll convince Karofsky to cut it out, and we'll leave your precious puppet, or pet, whatever he is to you, alone." Blaine sighed in relief, ignoring the offensive jab. "But you have to do these two things. One, come to my party Saturday night. You're Blaine freaking Anderson. Imagine how many people will show up when they hear you'll be there. Next, I have a cousin, his name is Sebastian Smythe. He's been annoying the heck outta me, whining about how he needs to get laid. Don't look at me like that, Anderson. I know you're homo for Hummel, so why not give Sebastian a try? You know I would be beating you up if you were someone else, since doing that to Blaine Anderson is committing more social suicide than joining the Glee Club, and Sebastian is family, so nothing I can do in that department without consequences. You don't even need to make eye contact with him. One date, and that's it,"

Blaine wanted so badly to decline. He was a virgin, saving himself for someone who actually cared about him. Yet this was Kurt's safety he was trying to preserve. He couldn't be selfish. "Deal." Blaine looked anywhere but Michael's devious brown eyes. Blaine had a sudden surge of guilt run through him, but never realizing that Kurt was a table away, his face sullen and glasz eyes downcast, painfully hearing every single word.

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"Kurt!" Blaine called as he spotted his favorite person by his locker and wrapping his arms around him, internally scolding himself for checking to see if anyone was around first. Kurt was trying to put his books in his bag, failing the task, for his fingers were clutching the edges of his sleeves. He stiffened, on alert, before realizing it was Blaine. The meek boy slowly relaxed into Blaine's arms, not caring that the fabric of his shirt was beginning to stick to his open wounds beneath.

"Hi," Kurt sighed breathily as Blaine's lips softly caressed his cheek. Blaine was a touchy-feely person, always connected to Kurt somehow when they were together, yet Kurt's heart always found a way to beat even faster at even the slightest contact.

"Where were you at lunch? I couldn't find you," Blaine questioned curiously as he carefully shut Kurt's locker and gently pried Kurt's bookbag from his hands. Kurt hesitated before deciding to tell Blaine the truth. They told each other everything.

"I um... I actually was at lunch. I sat at the table next to yours," he murmured quietly as they walked towards Blaine's car. Blaine halted to a stop.

"You heard everything, didn't you?" Kurt nodded guiltily, as if he was at fault.

"Blaine, don't do this. You're going to give it up to a guy you don't even know to make the football team stop picking on me. Don't." Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking.

"Kurt, I would do whatever it takes to make sure you're safe, and happy, and comfortable in your own skin, because you deserve it. Honestly, the Sebastian deal is the last thing I'm thinking about if you're that much closer to being safe and secure." Kurt's polar ice cap-colored eyes hardened at this, flaring in anger.

"You want to talk about honesty, Blaine?" he spat out the word angrily in disgust before pulling himself from Blaine's grasp. "Here, I'll show you some blatant honesty. They LIED to you. The moment you left that lunch table, they ganged up on me, dragged me to the nearest alley, and beat me until I could hardly breathe," Kurt fumed as he pulled up his sleeves, revealing long cuts and huge purpling bruises, fresh blood pouring out of all the open wounds. Before Blaine had time to pull Kurt close to calm him with soothing words while plotting murder, or punch himself in the face for being a gullible idiot, Kurt was getting ready to leave, shaking his head as he gracefully strode away. He turned to face Blaine on his way out the door and smiled sadly.

"There's no need to try and fix something so broken. I'm so thankful that you tried, but nothing's going to change the fact that I'm... Me, no matter how much I used to be convinced that that* was actually a good thing." With that, Kurt Hummel was out the door, hurting inside and out.

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*doubled 'that' on purpose!

Well, here's the second installment of Agonizing. I hope it was okayish...ness. It isn't that long, but I hardly have time to just sit down and write, so my chapters might gradually grow as it slowly gets closer to Saturday. I just want to thank you guys again for all the alerts and reviews. I apologize greatly for the use of illiterate terms used for the way Michael (He's an original character who will be showing up in a lot of my stories, always playing the bad guy) was speaking to Blaine. I have never spoken like that in my life, and I've never heard a teenage football player speak or give a teammate an ultimatum. If I over exaggerated the usage of slang, as well as expression and italics, let me know. I promise I don't bite... Some of the time. I also know nothing about football, so we'll see how his will work. So anyways, please review, and I'll update as soon as possible.

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