A/N: I really should just forget about updatind every Thursday, shouldn't I? I never do it anyway. How about I don't make a date, it will just show up whenever I remember to upload. Okay, all I have to say about this chapter is that you'll get to see a small part about Kurt's life out of school and the rest of the chapter will be about Blaine going to a party with Tina. That was it, enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Chapter 11: His life out of school.

Two days earlier…

Kurt had just got home to his small apartment. He sighed and looked around as he stood in the hallway; the wallpapers, the floor, actually the entire house was very dark. He hated it, but this is what he had bought when he first thought about an apartment, he didn't care much about what it looked like back then since he thought he'd be leaving for New York as soon as possible. It was very cheap, not much to rent but it was so not Kurt. If you've ever met Kurt you would picture him as a very colourful person, but not too bright and not too dark. You'd picture his apartment the same way and very precise with everything, very stylish and very, very Kurt. This was the opposite and Kurt really disliked it, but he had done his best to decorate it, though he wasn't allowed to do much with the walls. He had brought in come colours on the pillows in the couch, some paintings on the walls and things like that. He hung his bag on a hook in the hallway before he made his way to the couch, he sat down and closed his eyes. He was exhausted, that entire school was exhausting. He kept questioning himself daily why he had chose that career. But it was only one answer that he had; He wanted to change that place and make it a better place for the kids, so that nobody would ever have to deal with what he had to deal with in high school. Bullying, hate. But not until he got there he realized there was nothing he could do, because everything he did made it nothing but worse. He wasn't scary in any way, he was Kurt Elizabeth Hummel; the boy with the 'girly' clothes and the 'girly' voice and the 'girly' looks. It was at least what everyone else thought. But now he had Blaine, Blaine… was Blaine his boyfriend? Or what? Did he love him..? Either way he couldn't protect him from the douchebags, he hated that.

Suddenly his thoughts got interrupted. Someone was at the door, ringing the bell. Kurt looked at his watch, it was 12.30 his dad was supposed to come over today! He quickly got up from the couch and ran for the door, he opened and as he knew, his dad stood there. Burt Hummel, the bald guy with the kind eyes. He smiled at the sight of his son and Kurt returned the smile.

"Hey kid, woah… you look tired." Burt gave him a quick hug before he walked inside.

"Just a little bit, alot to do at work, that's all." He shrugged and sat down on the couch next to Burt.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, do you want coffee?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, sure." Burt said. Kurt got up on his feet and walked into the kitchen to make a few cups. Once he was done he made his way out to the livingroom and handed his dad one of the two cups he had in his hands before sitting down next to him again. Burt took a small sip but immideatly made a face.

"Kurt, you know I always use sugar in my coffee." He said. Kurt gasped.

"Dad! You had a heart attack, you are not supposed to use sugar anymore and you are supposed to eat healthy and-"

"Kid, that was four years ago." Burt interrupted. "I am fine."

"Yes, because I am on your ass daily about that stuff."

"Your not the only one, Carol is too." He rolled his eyes.

"That's good!" Kurt smiled, pleased to hear that.

"So, how is work? Besides, exhausting?" Burt asked and sipped on his coffee again. Kurt gazed down at the hot liquid in his hands and shrugged slightly.

"It's alright, I guess." He said quietly. Burt frowned, he knew how badly Kurt had wanted to go to New York and started at NYADA, and he was pretty sure that if Kurt had, he would've been on Broadway or Vouge or something like that by now. It killed him to see that disappointed look on his sons face everytime he brought up the topic.

"Kurt, you know you don't have to lie to me." Kurt then met his eyes.

"But why does it matter anyway? Fine, I really, really hate my job and I really, really wish I could have gone to New York. But this is the way it is and it's the way it's gonna be, neither one of us can do anything about it. So why should I complain anyway?"

"I'm not saying you should complain but-" Burt got interrupted by Kurt's cellphone which rang in his pocket. Kurt picked it up and his eyes widen when he saw that it was Blaine.

"I gotta take this!" Kurt almost jumped out of the couch and ended up spilling the coffee all over the floor.

"Woah! Watch out, Kurt-"

"I'll fix it soon!" Kurt ran out of there and into his bedroom and closed the door behind him before he answered.

A few minutes he came back out, he was blushing and smiling like an idiot. His dad raised an eyebrow when he saw the pink shade on Kurt's cheeks. Kurt bent down on his knees and started cleaning up the mess he made earlier.

"Must have been someone special." Burt said, curiously.

"Oh, it was just Blaine." Kurt said before he could think. Shit.

"Blaine? Who is that?" The name tasted funny on Burt's tongue.

"It's just this guy I met…" Kurt didn't quite know what to say.

"And is this guy your boyfriend?" Burt asked. Kurt's head shot right up in the air.

"What? No! I mean… I don't know." The last words came out as a whisper.

"You know I would be more than happy for you, kid. I would just like to meet him if things get serious, introduce him to the family."

"I- I know that, dad. But I don't know if he is my boyfriend yet. But I promise, if things get serious you will meet him. One day." Kurt's heart was beating fast in his chest.

"Fair enough." Burt smiled at his son. Kurt returned it.

"Thanks dad."

"No problems, bud." Kurt got up on his feet again and sat down next to Burt again. They continued their conversation but changed the subject.

"Speaking of your work, how is the students at the new school?" Burt asked and drank his final sip of coffee.

"They are… interesting. Not too different from when I was a student there, there are the douches, the cheerios and the geeks." Kurt shrugged.

"But how are they towards you?"

"They are nice, I guess. They don't say mean things as far as I know at least. The teachers though, the ones who still work there, are pretty shocked that I work there at the moment. They all know how much I hated the school." Kurt chuckled a little.

"Well, at least that's a good thing. That they are nice, I mean."

"Yeah." Kurt said and smiled. "I shouldn't complain about my job, really. I should be grateful, I could be working at your place. And get my hands dirty with oils and cars and ugh." Kurt made a face. Burt rolled his eyes.

"You are so gay sometimes." He said and couldn't help the smile forming on his lips. Kurt looked down at his mint green capris, white shirt and scarf.

"Maybe because I am gay, dad." Kurt said and rolled his eyes. "But I still dress better than everyone in this town."

"I'm not gonna comment on that, I know nothing about fashion."

"But it wouldn't hurt you to teach a little bit.." Kurt said and eyed his dad's loose jeans and old shirt.

"Don't even think about it!"

"Fine, whatever. You got Carol so you don't need to worry."

"Exactly." Burt said.

Back to now…

Blaine checked his email, he had done this awfully much this past few days, no answer from Cooper. Maybe he just didn't wanna talk to Blaine anymore, but he couldn't be mad, still? Could he? No. Or maybe… Blaine shaked the feeling off and closed his laptop. It was Friday, passed 7 pm and here he was, alone in his house. One of Mike's friends had a party at his house and Tina had asked him a million times to join but he had said no. Alcohol only leads to bad things, he knew that by experience. He had agreed to go to a party once, he got so drunk he almost followed a guy into his room for a one night stand and spend the next day throwing up his guts. No, partying was not for him. He walked down the stairs and sat down infront of the piano, he played a few notes and sighed. Suddenly he felt his phone buzz in his pocket so he picked it up and checked; A new message from Tina. He sighed and read the text to himself.

Blaine, seioussly. It's sooooooooo boring here without you, pleaswe come… and bring your secre3hjt boyufriend, he might be up for som0e 'partying' if ya know what I mihean ^^

That girl is wasted, Blaine thought to himself as he shaked his head. Tina never spelled wrong, she only did when she was drunk and she definetly was now.

I told you, I'm not gonna party. I'm sorry for being a buzzkill but I'm not comfortable with alcohol and stuff. And stop bringing up HIM, I don't even know if were boyfriends yet! And I swear, if you tell anyone I'll kill you!

Geeeeeeeez, Blaineyyyyyy. You need to chill a little. And noboqfdy mentioned drinking, you don't have to get draeunk, you can juwst come heare and faaance! And fine, I wont mention HIM.

Fance?

I meant dance! It's hard to spell with the false nails on…

Ugh… FINE! I have nothing better to do, I'll be there in 10 minutes.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AY!

Blaine rolled his eyes at the last next before slipping the phone into his pocket. He grabbed his jacket and then went to the party, not really caring about the way he looked right now.

Blaine didn't even need to guess which one of the houses the party was being held at, he could clearly see it. The largest house on the street, it was alot of cars outside, the doors were open and the people in China could probably hear the loud music. It was teenagers in the front of the house and inside the house, it was flashing lights and the smell of barbeque creeped into his car. This was definetly it. He parked his car as far away from the others as possible before stepping out. He walked into the way too big house that were overfilled with kids, his nose wrinkled at the strong smell of alcohol. The music was so loud you could feel the beat in your chest, Blaine felt like he was bountsing through the hallway. In the kitchen teenagers from his school (and some he didn't even recognize) were smoking, in the livingroom the furnitures were moved aside so people could dance, on the stairs a couple was making out (actually, people were making out everywhere), people were shouting, laughing and yelling. In the backyard a fight was going on, Blaine could see Jason in the pile there. Some was eating burgers and stuff out there too. Blaine immideatly felt uncomfortable, everything here made him uncomfortable; The fact that everyone was wearing alot less clothing than he was, that he was alone at the moment, that everyone was extremly drunk… Why did he even come here at the first place?

"Blaine!" He immideatly turned around when he heard Tina's voice somewhere behind him. She ran to him and hugged him, Blaine wrinkled his nose again, she smelled like alcohol.

"Hey." He said and returned the embrace before he pulled away from her. His eyes widen at the sight; Her curled hair was a mess and she was only wearing her bra and a skirt.

"You came!" She said with a wide smile. Blaine smiled awkwardly.

"Tina, where is your shirt?" He asked gently. No, he didn't wanna act like her dad but he cared about her and he knew she'd regret it in the morning if things got out of hand. She looked down at herself and then met his eyes again with a shrug.

"I took it off."

"Why?"

"Are you kidding me? It's so freakin hot in here! And, Mike thinks it's hot."

"I'm sure he does, when he is drunk and so are you, go put on the shirt again." Blaine was really uncomfortable with this but she was right, it was really hot in there. He was already sweating in his cardigan.

"I'm not gonna sweat until I become a damn sea. I think you should take your cardigan off and go dance with me. I lost Mike in the crowd." Before he could answer she unbuttoned his cardigan and threw it on the ground before pulling him out to the dancefloor. Blaine felt naked, even though he was wearing a t-shirt. She started dancing like crazy, flipping her hair and swinging her hips as she laughed and almost fell. Blaine started lifting weight from foot to foot awkwardly.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I don't know about this-"

"You need a drink, that's what you need!" She decided and pulled him towards the table with drinks.

"No, God no! My car is outside." Blaine protested. And besides, when he got drunk… well, things always got out of hand.

"Come on, Blaine. Just one! You'll be able to drive, or you can get a ride of Mike. He isn't drinking tonight." She giggled. Blaine rolled his eyes, he knew she was lying.

"I'm sorry, Tina. I'm not gonna drink anything I-" He didn't get to finish because suddenly he was pressed up against the wall by one bloody, black eyed Jason. Blaine's heart was beating hard in his chest, if Jason was being an ass sober, he didn't wanna know what he'd do to him when he was drunk. Blaine made a lame effort to escape but it was impossible, Jason was twice as strong as he was, and alot taller.

"Chill out, hobbit." Jason said and rolled his eyes. Blaine could see how drunk he was, his eyes moved around and he was stumbling. "I'm not gonna harm you, but you'll have to drink if you are gonna stay here. No sober fucks here, alright?" Blaine swollowed hard and shaked his head.

"Then I better leave then-"

"For God's sake, Anderson. Have a damn drink and have some fucking fun while you can, and drop the suspenders. You look like a goddamn uptight old man! Actually, you look like such a boring fuck it makes me wanna punch you." Jason got that crazy look in his eyes again, which meant it was time to escape. Jason might be stronger than Blaine, but if he was drunk it might not be to any help. Blaine kicked Jason's leg and pushed him slightly, by just that touch Jason was on the floor.

"What the fuck? I'm gonna kill you, Anderson!" Jason said and struggled to get up. Blaine then ran away and disappeared in the crowd before Jason could catch him, he ran out and stopped by his car, ready to leave. He loved how the fresh, cold air made him cool and got the smoke and alcohol smell out of his nose. Then he thought about something, Tina. He couldn't just leave her in there. He took another deep breath and closed his eyes before walking inside to go get her. But this time he didn't say any polite things like 'Excuse me" or "I'm sorry", no, he just pushed people aside until he reached Tina who looked pretty lost.

"Let's go." He took her hand and started pulling her away from there, but her sweaty hand slipped ut easily and she remained still.

"No. I'm not gonna leave yet." She said simply.

"Tina, you are extremly drunk, Mike is nowhere to be found, you can't crash here, who knows what that will lead to and you will regret this in the morning if you don't come with me now." Blaine said tiredly. She just shaked her head.

"No. I don't-"

"We have a deal, Tina. Or more like a promise, we made that promise the first time we went to a party. Do you remember that?" She looked confused for a moment before she groaned.

"If I say yes, can I continue partying then?"

"Absolutely not."

"Then no, I don't remember."

"We promised that we wouldn't let things get out of hand and if one of us were about to do something stupid we wouldn't let that happen, we would make sure we got out of there with no regrets, injuries or possible pregnancies."

"But Blaine, I am fine I just wanna daaaaaance!" She whined.

"You are in your bra, you can barely walk and you can't even type a message right. That is not fine, Tina. Let's go home now before Jason finds me and kicks my ass." He then took a hold of her wrist and pulled her out to the car. He even managed to pick up his cardigan on the way. He got her inside the car and then started driving to her house.

"You are such a buzzkill, you know that?" She said and folded her arms in the backseat. Blaine chuckled.

"I'm so not, I'm hilarious." Blaine looked at her through the mirror, she looked pissed. She looked really pissed and she was giving him her worst bitch glare.

"Just because you are so damn uptight that you can't even find yourself a damn date it doesn't mean I don't get to have fun! You are not my dad, Blaine. And you can't tell me what the fuck I am supposed to do!" She

Hm, she forgot about my 'secret boyfriend' already, Blaine thought to himself. "I may not be your dad but I am your best friend and I care about you." Blaine stopped the car outside her house and sighed sadly. He walked around to her side and opened the door for her and reached out his hand. She ignored it.

"I don't need your damn help-" Just as she said that she tripped over her heels and fell on her butt.

"Yeah, right." Blaine rolled his eyes and helped her back up on her feet.

"Whatever, leave me alone now." She stumbled to the door but came nowhere.

"Wait." Blaine said and let go of her arm which he was still holding. "Take this, your dad will kill you if he sees you like that." Blaine took his cardigan and wrapped it over her shoulders. She groaned before she walked inside and slammed the door in his face. Blaine shaked his head and sighed before he made his way back to his car and drove home again. So much for partying, he thought to himself.

A/N: Okay, that was that. I hope you liked it and remember to REVIEW! :D