A/N: I know it's been a while, but at long last, here's another update! Seriously, I'm sorry it's taken forever... I'll make an effort to be better about updating in the future. I also want to thank everyone who is following this story - I recently noticed how many people have this on alert, and it made me really, really happy :). I have just one request: I am a complete sucker for reviews, and so, if you think of it, it would mean a lot to me if you would leave a review letting me know what you think. Also, feel free to make any requests for future chapters! I love getting suggestions, and I would be more than happy to try to work in anything you guys want to see!

Now, on to the update. This one is a bit of angst and a bit of smut. Like the last chapter, this was inspired by an actual scene from Glee, so I've incorporated some of the dialogue (which obviously does not belong to me). The section including lines from the show is bounded by asterisks. Enjoy!

Oh, also! The "hands" line for this chapter is italicized, because it didn't really seem to fit at the beginning of the chapter. Okay, sorry, I really am done now.

The Shove

* "What the hell are you two doing here?" came a horribly familiar voice from behind them. Kurt and Blaine turned to see Karofsky approaching them in the empty hallway.

"We're here for the benefit. Don't tell me you're going," Kurt said, trying to ignore the sickening sensation in his stomach. Blaine eyed Karofsky suspiciously, hands curling into fists in his pockets at the sight of the boy who had made Kurt's life so miserable.

"I wouldn't be caught dead," Karofsky replied in disgust. "I was pumping iron in the gym and one of the guys told me you two were here, spreading your fairy dust all over the place." His voice was cold and filled with contempt.

"Would you just give it up?" Blaine said. He spoke calmly, but there was an edge to his voice and he felt like his blood was boiling beneath his skin. "You can live whatever lie you want, but don't pretend what the three of us don't know is really going on here."

"You don't know squat, butt boy," Karfosky spat.

Blaine lunged forward, hands landing on Karofsky's chest as he shoved him backwards. Karofsky looked stunned for a moment, but then his expression changed to one of anger, and he advanced on Blaine, grabbing the lapels of his jacket. Blaine, though much smaller than his opponent, struggled ferociously, pushing back against Karofsky's chest. Kurt watched in horror, and he felt the familiar fear shooting through his body - this couldn't be happening, he couldn't let Blaine get hurt on his account -

"Hey, hey, no! Guys, stop!" Santana had suddenly appeared, and she stepped between Karofsky and Blaine, pushing them apart. Kurt had never been so glad to see her.

"Real brave with your fist, but you're a coward when it comes to the truth," Kurt said furiously, staring Karofsky down. His heart was pounding very hard in his chest.

"Truth about what?" Santana asked curiously, glancing back and forth between them.

Karofsky looked scared for a moment, but then he was back in bully mode, turning on Santana. "It's none of your business, J-Lo," he sneered.

The expression on Santana's face was priceless, as was the don't-fuck-with-me diva rant that followed. Kurt and Blaine watched her with slightly stunned expressions on their faces, and Kurt breathed a sigh of relief when Karofsky retreated angrily. He smiled at her gratefully when she turned to face them again.

"We could have handled that," Blaine said, but Kurt was secretly glad she had stepped in. It meant the world to him that Blaine had stood up to Karofsky, but Blaine was small, and Kurt was terrified by the thought of what might have happened if Santana hadn't arrived.

"It was more fun doing it together," Santana insisted with a smile.* Kurt wondered where this change in her had come from.

When she had disappeared down the hall, Kurt and Blaine turned to look at each other, expressions wary. It had been a while since either of them had had to deal with such overtly hateful behavior, but the encounter with Karofsky had called up painful memories. Kurt took Blaine's hand and led him into the empty Spanish classroom, flicking on the light. He didn't really feel like being in that hallway anymore.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper," Blaine said once the door was closed behind them. "Are you mad?"

Kurt shook his head. "No," he said quietly. "It was really brave of you. I was just - scared."

"I'm sorry," Blaine said again. "I just get so angry when I think of everything he did to you - " his voice broke.

Kurt stepped forward, enveloping his boyfriend in a hug. Blaine hugged him back tightly, burying his head in Kurt's shoulder.

"I was afraid he was going to hurt you," Kurt murmured, blinking back the tears in his eyes.

Blaine lifted his head to look Kurt in the eye. "It would have been worth it to protect you," he said sincerely.

"Don't say that," Kurt protested, shaking his head.

"I'm serious," Blaine said. "I'm never going to let him or anyone hurt you ever again."

It was a beautiful declaration, and suddenly, they were kissing and clutching at each other desperately, Blaine's hands gripping Kurt's face as Kurt's came to rest in the soft curls at the nape of Blaine's neck. The kisses were deep and hungry, full of mingled breath and lips caught between teeth. It felt a lot like love and a little bit like forever, and even though the intensity was too much for either of them to fully understand, they clung to each other, counting on their bodies to convey what words simply could not.

Their hips crashed together at just the right angle and they gasped into each other's mouths, rubbing harder against each other. Then Kurt's eyes flew open and Blaine jumped backwards and suddenly they were standing two feet apart, staring at each other with matching startled expressions.

It wasn't like this had never happened before. They'd done this a few times, now, and they'd even gotten off together on Kurt's bed the other night, and incidentally neither of them had been able to stop thinking about it since, but still -

"We're at school," Kurt said shakily, more to himself than to Blaine.

"Sorry," Blaine replied.

"My fault too."

They stared at each other, both trying to ignore the need pressing painfully against their pants.

"The light is on," Blaine pointed out helpfully.

Kurt practically tripped over himself in his hurry to turn it off.

"Kurt - " Blaine breathed. In the darkness, he felt Kurt's hands come to rest on his hips.

"I think this place could use a little more fairy dust, don't you?" Kurt whispered, his lips inches from Blaine's.

It really wasn't funny, but Kurt was giggling, and that made Blaine laugh too.

And then they both stopped laughing rather abruptly, because their hips had collided again and their erections were rubbing together and there was really nothing particularly funny about that. They stumbled into the nearest wall, Kurt pressed flat against it as Blaine slipped a leg between Kurt's thighs and ground against him.

Kurt let out a high-pitched noise and pulled Blaine's face towards his, their lips meeting in a sloppy almost-kiss that spoke to the urgency of their present situation. Kurt could feel Blaine's chest rising and falling in uneven gasps against his own, and that was reassuring because his own breaths kept getting caught somewhere in his throat. There was sweat beading on his forehead and his fists clenched in the material of Blaine's jacket because he really needed something to hold on to right now. He was so, so hard and Blaine was just as hard and rocking against him and the friction was just - fuck - perfect.

"Kurt," Blaine gasped, the note of unhinged desperation in his voice making Kurt shiver.

"Huh," Kurt whimpered, his own voice cracked and shaking, because they were both thrusting frantically now and there was a warm, tingly, too-much sensation building in his stomach. His hands found their way to Blaine's lower back, then boldly slid lower, cupping his ass.

"Kurt," Blaine said again, sounding slightly panicky, and suddenly Kurt knew why. The realization seemed to set his entire body on fire.

"You're going to - ahh - ohmygod, you're - fuck - going to come," he panted, and Blaine moaned in helpless agreement, grabbing at Kurt's hips.

Kurt thrust up against Blaine harshly, and he felt Blaine's hips stutter against his, because holy fucking shit, Blaine was coming, and realizing that made Kurt come, and ten seconds later they were slumped against the wall, clinging to each other as they tried to steady their breathing.

"Mmph," Blaine said into Kurt's chest, where his face was currently pressed.

Kurt thought that summed the past five minutes (hey, they were new to this) up nicely.

Blaine eventually made it to an upright position and turned the lights back on.

"Ugh," Kurt said, blinking in the sudden brightness.

"I can't believe we just did that," Blaine said, looking half embarrassed, half pleased.

"I guess this was a rather liberal interpretation of the expression 'spreading fairy dust all over the place,'" Kurt agreed.

And then they were both laughing hysterically, because even though Karofsky was still intent on tormenting them, and even though there was still so much hatred in the world, at times like these, when you had just come in your pants in a dark classroom with your ridiculously perfect boyfriend who you were probably (definitely) in love with, it was really, really good to be gay.

P.S. I didn't really intend for them to get it on a dark classroom two chapters in a row, but hey - it happens.