A/N: Yes, well...I've been playing with this idea for a LONG time, and I was planning it as a one-shot. It turned into something way longer than I expected so…here's the finished product! Each chapter is going to go episode by episode from 2x06 to 2x10 and unless the new episodes in February give me SOME reason to continue, it's probably going to end there. *shrug*

Disclaimer: Glee is owned by awesome people.

I am not awesome.

…So I do not own Glee.

The first session was pretty lengthy, and was filled with more mooning than a preteen's blog about Taylor Lautner.

Wes and David's bored eyes flicked back and forth at Blaine as practically danced around the room.

"Did you see his eyes?" Blaine said dreamily as he turned to look at Wes and David, who were sitting on the edge of Wes's bed. "They were so huge! And that shade of blue—"

"I thought they were green," David commented absently. Wes shrugged. "They actually looked a little grey."

"Whatever they were," Blaine said as he looked off dreamily. "They were perfect."

His eyes suddenly widened and he spun around. "Oh, and his hair! While we were dancing, I could've sworn that the light hit it perfectly so it looked like he had a halo."

"Huh, you don't say," David said as Wes subtly rolled his eyes. Blaine fell back and leaned against the edge of Wes's desk.

"And his smile…" Blaine started, quieter than his previous gushes about the not-so-mysterious Warbler spy. "...I would pay if I could see it on his face every day."

Wes and David looked at each other for a brief moment at this sudden, more nostalgic, mood change. The smile that had been on Blaine's face faded away and he started to look down.

"...He cried in front of me. When you guys left," Blaine said softly. Wes's eyes widened as David leaned in. "He's going through what I went through. You know, back in the day."

He looked back up at them, his face suddenly much more serious. "I want to help him, as much as I can."

David looked at Wes for a moment before getting up to pat his friend's shoulder. "He's a real catch Blaine."

The second session was sudden, and filled with rage and regret.

David absent-mindedly tapped the screen of his iPhone, his mind preoccupied with Plants vs. Zombies, before he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door to his and Blaine's room practically being yanked off its hinges.

Looking up from his position on his bed, he saw Blaine stride into the room with his face livid in anger as he stared down at his Blackberry. He didn't take his eyes off it as he shut David's door with more force than necessary.

With his voice sounding as if it was holding back both anger and sadness, Blaine said shakily, "I screwed up."

"What happened?" David quickly said, dropping his iPhone and not caring that zombies had just eaten his brains.

"I screwed up," Blaine repeated, louder. He tore his eyes away from his phone and began to pace back and forth across the room. "I screwed up. I screwed up. I screwed up."

The other boy didn't say anything, instead swinging his legs around so that he was sitting upright on the edge of the bed. Blaine took this as an invitation to sit beside him. He held his head in his hands, obviously distressed.

When he lifted his head back up, he whispered, "H-he kissed him."

Before David could even register what this meant, Blaine was on his feet again. He turned to face David and said, "The jackass kissed him!"

David blinked before he quickly said, "Wait, are we talking about Kurt?"

"Yes!" Blaine shouted. "It was this homophobic jock that has been messing with him since day one. All those taunts and shoves, just because he was having a-a…"

He threw up his hands angrily. "Gay crisis! Kurt deserves more than that, David! More than some monster raping his face! This guy is a…a…"

Blaine began to pace the room again as he tried to find the right thing to say. It didn't take long because he then whipped around towards David again and shouted, "Butt trumpet! He has a trumpeting butt!"

David held up his hands and said, "Blaine, calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Blaine yelled, pointing at him. "I am completely in-line here!"

David looked at him seriously.

"…You just called him a butt trumpet."

Blaine seemed to freeze at this fact. He quickly went back to his position sitting next to David before he had flipped out, looking much more sheepish and awkward. At any other time David would have made a smart-ass comment, but right now he was completely sure now was the worst time to do so.

After a long pause, Blaine finally said softly, "He called me. Kurt did, I mean. He told me what happened. And about half-way through describing it, he started sobbing."

He let out a humorless laugh as he shook his head. "It's my fault. If I hadn't given him such stupid advice, maybe…"

"Hey, don't start blaming yourself for what that dumbass did to him," David said quickly, gently shaking Blaine's shoulder. "The point is that he trusts you enough to take your advice and you help him feel good when he's feeling like crap. I mean, why do you think he called to tell you about it?"

Blaine hesitantly looked over at David. "Still…I have to make this up to him."

"By all means," David said, holding his hand out in a gesture. "Kurt probably really needs someone right now."

"Yeah…" Blaine started, trailing off. "You know what? You're right."

He suddenly smiled and jumped up from the bed. Turning towards David he said calmly, "I am going to go confront this asshole to get him to open up about his pent-up aggression that he's directing at Kurt. And if things get violent, well, he can bring it on."

"Great! That's exactly—Wait what?"

The door to David's room slammed shut.

A/N: *points* Obvious AVPS reference is obvious, everybody! Let's wave as it passes by! *waves*

By the way, Blaine's view on Karofsky is absolutely NOT the way I see him. Personally I like his character and while I don't ship it, I can see where those Kurtofsky shippers are coming from.

Take away the homophobic comments, the repression, the self-hatred, and the crappy friends and you got a huge teddy bear who just wants to give you your slushie as quickly as possible! By throwing it! (Seriously though, I am by no means, bashing him)