Mike and Blaine run into some one neither of them expected to see.

Chapter 5 {Suddenly Karofsky}

"Is that Dave Karofsky?" Mike whispered to Blaine. "Oh wait. Heh. You don't know who-"

"I think it is." Blaine craned his neck to get a better look at the guy. How could he possibly know what Dave looks like?

"How do you know Dave?"

Blaine blushed and Mike couldn't help but noticed that he was ducking down a little to hide himself.

"I met with him briefly before."

Mike furrowed his eyebrows.

"What for?"

"What do you mean?" Blaine was either too busy making sure that Dave didn't see him or he was avoiding the question.

"Why did you meet Dave?"

Blaine looked up at Mike and winced, biting the side of his lip and pulling an adorably flustered face.

"Oh…er…it's something that I shouldn't talk about. I don't think Kurt would like it if I…er…told anyone."

"Hey Dave!" Someone called from behind them. Blaine yanked Mike behind a bench as Dave turned towards them.

"What the hell?" Mike muttered.

"Shush." Blaine put a hand over his mouth and huddled closer to him. Mike was itching to do something, anything. He just wanted to bury his lips in Blaine's hair, which was losing its gel. He swallowed and tired to pay attention to anything but Blaine. He pushed his urges to the back of his mind and concentrated on Karofsky's conversation.

"Dude I thought you transferred."

"Um…no, where did you hear that? No, I went away for a little while, to sort something's out. "

Mike moved Blaine's hand and raised an eyebrow.

"We have to warn Kurt," he hissed.

"I'll text him when Dave is gone."

"What did you have to sort out man?" Dave's friend asked casually.

"Just things dude." He sounded extremely irritated.

"Oh well. Whatever. That homo you chased away is back with his homo boyfriend."

Mike nearly stood up and shouted at the guy but Blaine quickly pulled him back down shaking his head vigorously though his eyes did express a small amount of hurt, which made Mike ache with rage and compassion.

"What the hell man?" The boy shouted. Mike looked over the bench to see that the guy was holding his nose. Karofsky's face went from a dull pale to a fiery red as he shook his fist from the pain the impact caused.

"Don't use that word," Dave shouted loudly. Everyone in the theater looked up at this and the

The boy, who was far scrawnier than Dave, went to retaliate. Mike didn't know what he was doing when he jumped over the bench and separated the two of them. He was small but he wasn't weak, definitely not as weak as everyone thought he was.

"Knock it off guys," Mike struggled a bit to keep them apart until Blaine ran over and began pulling Dave away.

Not long after the fight started did the security guards throw the four of them out, thinking that Blaine and Mike were a part of it as well.

"You'll pay for this Karofsky," the guy shouted as he wiped his nose and walked away.

Dave, still raging, kicked a garbage can over and shouted after him.

"Calm down Dave," Mike didn't know what he was saying. He really wanted to punch Dave, but instead he was trying to calm him down.

"Shut the fuck up Chang," Dave turned on him. "I could have handled it myself without you bursting in."

Mike eyes narrowed and his clenched his fist.

"You're lucky I didn't help the guy Karofsky."

"What were you going to do? Dance around me like a fairy?"

Mike lunged forward to punch Dave but was stopped by Blaine who pushed him back.

"This isn't your fight Michael," Blaine muttered.

"He scared Kurt away. He is a class A douche bag, why shouldn't I knock him down a peg or two?"A person that can't face their own demons shouldn't take it out on other people.

"It's you." Dave's voice cracked, showing an entirely new emotion that Mike never thought he would see. He was looking at Blaine as though he was looking at a ghost. Blaine winced and turned around to face Karofsky.

"Hi Dave, nice to see you again?" Blaine reached a hand forward for Dave to shake. Dave looked down at it like it was going to bite him. His eyes flicked around as though he was looking for someone else. "He isn't here Dave, it's just Michael and I."

"I can't." Dave backed away, turned, and ran into the darkness of the parking lot.

Blaine sighed and put a palm to his forehead.

"Okay, what the hell is going on. How do you know Dave? How does he know you? Something happened and you aren't telling me." Mike started pacing back and forth, worried. Something went on between Kurt and David but I didn't know that you were involved.

"Calm down Michael, calm down," Blaine placed his hands on Mike's arms and looked him the eyes. "Just…breathe."

Mike took in a long breath and stared back into Blaine's deep brown eyes. His mouth twitched in a tiny smile.

"Okay Anderson, I am calm. Tell me."

Blaine bit at his lip and broke the eye contact.

"I swore I wouldn't tell anyone." He turned around. Mike smile grew as he noticed the back of Blaine's hair was messed from the ruckus.

"Hello, wallpaper Asian here, who am I going to tell?"
"Finn. Tina."

"I won't tell them I promise." Mike walked around to face Blaine. "I'm sure you'll feel a lot better if you tell me."

Blaine smiled and looked away from Mike's gaze.

"No I won't. I'll feel guilty for betraying Kurt's trust."

"He'll never find out you told me. I promise. I'm an expert at the Asian poker face thing." Mike comically waved a hand in front of his face switching from smiling to stoic in seconds. Blaine looked at him and smiled warmly. Mike chuckled and stopped pulling faces.

"Alright," Blaine grinned. "Come on." Blaine twitched his head back to the theater.

"Pretty sure we'll get yelled at if we go back in."

"Oh right, let's just go for a walk then?" Blaine gestured for Mike to follow

He was trying not to be too distracted by the fact that their arms were slightly grazing up against each other as Blaine started to talk.

"The week I met Kurt he told me about a person that was making his life a living hell. That person was Dave Karofsky. I told Kurt to stand up to him. Let's just say the results were a little less than satisfactory," Blaine breathed out causing the cold air to fog up in front of him. He licked his lips as if he was wary to continue. Mike watched every moment. Interested in what Blaine was saying but also enjoying watching Blaine's nervous mannerisms.

"And?"

"Well…Apparently Karofsky pushed Kurt into a locker and" Blaine cut off and looked over at Mike, his eyes filled with an adorable guilt.

"And?" Mike pressed though he had a feeling he knew where the story was heading.

"Kurt chased him and yelled at him…and…"

"Dave kissed him didn't he?" Mike grimaced.

"What? Why-er-how?"

"Wallpaper Asian, quiet and observant," Mike's mouth twitched a little and he folded his arms to warm himself from the cold. "I've known that he was gay since he first joined the football team. I had a feeling that their drama had to do with something along those lines. God, it's freezing, you wanna go into McDonalds?" Mike pointed to the fast food restaurant behind him and was amused by Blaine's shocked expression.

"I…yeah…it's cold." Blaine said, still looking confused. When they entered and sat down Blaine brought it up again. "You aren't at all surprised by this news?"

Mike frowned in thought as he tapped his toes to the music blaring from the speakers above them.

"I'm surprised that he kissed-"

Blaine shushed him and looked around for others before looking back to him.

"I'm surprised by what he did, but I am not surprised that he is," Mike leaned forward and whispered. "Gay." He leaned back and stretched his arms up. He could feel Blaine's eyes on him and he couldn't help but smile a little. "So I am less surprised than most would be. You'll learn that a lot doesn't get past me." Mike raised an eyebrow and stared at Blaine pointedly.

Blaine blushed furiously and looked down at his hands. I caught you.

"Food?" Blaine asked without looking up.

"Sure," Mike jumped up out of his chair.

They walked up the counter and looked over the glowing menu. Mike still had his arms folded and his feet were habitually moving about to the music. He could see Blaine fidgeting nervously, staring determinedly at his feet.

"Hey Blaine, don't feel so bad. I won't tell a soul. I'll take the secret to the grave with me. Trust me." Mike smiled, knowing that wasn't the real reason Blaine was so despondent.

"It's not that Michael." Blaine muttered.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better Blaine, I'm not disgusted. I would say that I am more flattered than anything," and extremely intrigued. "It only means that you know an attractive gent when you see one." Mike patted Blaine on the arm and turned around so Blaine couldn't see the sheepish smile on his face. Plus, it's not like you are the only one guilty of eye-fucking. Another secret I will take to the grave.

Blaine coughed awkwardly.

"It doesn't mean anything I promise."

"I never said it did."

"It's normal."

"I agree."

"So."

"I check out girls" and you "all the time, Blaine. Girls check out guys all the time as well. It doesn't mean anything. It's perfectly natural. Some guys just don't understand what an honor it is to be observed by a gay guy."

Blaine chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, causing the curls to get even more messed.

"You're so calm about it."

"I'm a cool Asian like that." Mike did a little spin and then walked up to the counter to order his food.

When they returned to the table with their food in hand Mike brought up the subject of Dave again.

"So, what is really stumping me is how Dave knows you."

Blaine took a sip from his coffee and squinted his eyes as though he were looking for the right words.

"Kurt told me about it and I thought it would have been best if I talked to him about coming out. You know? Unfortunately I picked a bad place to bring it up." Blaine fiddled with his cup and didn't look up. "It was too public. Dave wasn't very happy about it. Big mistake."

"Oh I see." Mike thought over the situation as he nibbled half heartedly on a french fry. "Are you worried that he'll try something with your boyfriend?"

"To be honest? No. I don't know Dave but from what I have heard about him, even from a bias point of view, I just think he is confused and misunderstood. I don't think he would ever hold through to the threats he makes daily. All that seems like a front. Naturally I don't think that Kurt overacted to Dave's threat at all because that kind of stuff should never be taken lightly. But I don't think that Dave was really thinking when he said that. What do you think Michael?"

"I'll have to say that I agree with you, kind of. Dave is a pretty violent person but he isn't an idiot. Don't laugh Blaine, he is actually pretty smart. He's just not…smart when it comes to things like sexuality, I would say his confusion infuriates him. Like it is said in the Beauty and the Beast 'We don't like what we don't understand-'"

"'In fact it scares us.'" Blaine nodded, understanding Mike's reference.

"Didn't he look a little warn to you?" Mike said thinking back on Dave's pale and weak face. He remembered how big his McKinley High School Letterman's jacket looked on him.

"I imagine he grew up thinking that being gay was either a sin or just too abnormal, judging by the way he treated Kurt I'm thinking the latter."

"His striving to be popular has always been apparent. Being homosexual isn't exactly popular in a small town like ours." Mike rolled his shoulders back and rubbed his neck. Once again, he was aware of Blaine's stare and loving it. "I remember back in freshman year he tried out for the football team but didn't get in. Spent the rest of the day terrorizing the AV club with Asimo. "

"Asimo?"

"Him, I have yet to figure him out." Mike started unwrapping his hamburger only to look up to see that Blaine was biting his thumb and looking up at the ceiling. Like he was trying to be distracted. Mike grinned and looked down at his food, making sure Blaine didn't realize that he saw. "I'm thinking he doesn't come from a very nice family but I'm still not sure."

"Another closet case perhaps?"

Mike shook his head with a smile. "No, I don't think that's his case. He may just be a jerk. Asian shrug."

"Did you just say…"

"Yes, yes I did." Mike buried his face in his hands and laughed.

"Mike Chang, you are something else."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

They were sitting on the couch in Mike's basement watching one of his favorites on the big screen. The clock above the TV said it was twelve in the morning but it felt like five. Mike stretched his arm back and yawned, looking over at Blaine who was focusing a little too hard on the movie.

"Blaine?" He instantly looked up at the sound of his name.

"Yes Michael?"

"Are you tired?"

Blaine smiled a little and blinked slowly.

"Yes I am Michael."

"I really like it when you call me that." Mike leaned back on the arm of the couch. "If you are tired," Mike opened up his arms, welcoming Blaine into them.

Blaine's smile grew and he leaned forward onto Mike. His body was warm as he snuggled closely to the Asian.

"You like it when I call you Michael then? I'll never call you anything else."

Mike smiled and ran his hand through Blaine's gel-free curls.

"If you keep doing that I don't think we'll get any sleep."

"That doesn't sound like a bad thing to me." Mike leaned forward and kissed the top of Blaine's head. He flipped around quickly and straddled Mike.

"You going to continue teasing me like that?" Blaine said, starting to run his hands up Mike's shirt. "I might just leave."

Mike sat up smiling. "No teasing then." He placed a hand on the back of Blaine's neck and brought him down to a kiss. Blaine's tongue danced around in his mouth as he pressed closer grinding his pelvis against Mike's. He groaned with pleasure and moved his mouth to Blaine's neck, running his hands through his hair.

Mike jerked awake in shock. He was panting and his heart felt like it was trying to win a race.

"What…I," He lifted up his blanket fucking hell and groaned. "That is not a good sign." Mike leaned back in his bed and swallowed still imagining Blaine's lips and hands all over him. "Fuck," he jumped up from his bed and darted to the bathroom.