AN: So… this is really angsty… damn, I didn't expect that when I started, it just… happened.

I hate Finn right now, for a multitude of reasons, and it shows pretty strongly here.

There was NO Klaine in Mash-Off, so my mind just kind of… wondered…

Also, rating upped because I'm paranoid and this chapter has f-bombs and some sexy-times (but not full smut, sorry).

EDIT: This chapter is now revised, but I did it myself with no beta, so if there are still typos and such, I'm sorry

Chapter 5: Mash-Off

Blaine really wished he had taped Kurt's speech so he could track down everyone who ever put him down and show them that yes, not only was he dating the most beautiful guy-hell, most beautiful person alive, but also how wrong it was to hurt another human being like that.

He wanted to go to all his old teachers from before Dalton and show them that, yes, this was a problem and yes, there was substantial evidence to prove it was.

He was pretty sure whoever had opened Dalton and given it its no-harassment policy had made pretty much the exact same speech to the school board when asked why he needed extra funds to make sure the policy stayed intact.

Blaine wished he was so eloquent when trying to give anything other than a few words of encouragement.

When Blaine saw Kurt getting into his car at the end of the day, he couldn't suppress the urge to charge head-on towards his boyfriend, nearly knocking them both to the ground with the force he used to practically tackle-hug Kurt's back.

Kurt screamed at the sudden impact, and Blaine couldn't help but laugh; for once not caring if anyone knew he was less than perfect.

He's demons were leaving him alone recently, and it seemed like every reproachful look from his father was just a small annoyance, not a black hole of self-doubt.

"What the hell Blaine?" Kurt asked, his voice an octave higher than normal from the shock, but otherwise had a playful quality Blaine loved. The taller boys hands had naturally settled themselves over Blaine's where they were wrapped around his torso.

Blaine laughed again, burying his head into Kurt's shoulder blades.

How did he articulate what he was feeling? It seemed 'ecstatic' and 'whole' weren't enough. How did he describe to his lover this level of absolute perfection he had attained?

"I love you." He said instead, because honestly it seemed like the only thing that came close to making sense at that moment.

"I love you too." Kurt replied, and Blaine could practically see the smile that was firmly illuminating the other boy's face.

Blaine just sat there, breathing in the sweet scent of the man he loved.

Blaine had no idea how he'd managed it, but somehow Kurt had fixed him-at least for the moment.

"Did you like my speech? It was partially for you too, you know" Kurt asked after a time.

Blaine smiled against Kurt's back, and started telling him about how he wanted to shove it in the faces of almost everyone he'd met in his young life.

Kurt laughed, the sound chiming gracefully against Blaine's ears. "I wish you had recorded it, we could've used it for generations to come." He said, only half joking.

"They'd all love that suit, it was insanely sexy." Blaine breathed, maneuvering his hands so they were splayed across Kurt's chest.

He felt, as much as heard, Kurt's breath hitch when he said that, practically moaning when Kurt shivered at the comment.

"Is this just a devious plot to get me to take you home, Anderson?" Kurt asked, though the normally condescending tone was ruined by the shallowness and arousal in it.

Blaine clutched him tighter. 'I'll never let go'.

"Not really, but I don't think either of us would mind if you did."

Kurt spun around in Blaine's arms, giving him a quick swat on the ass while saying "Then get in the car, baby!"

Blaine gladly did as he was told.

It seemed his perfect life had come much sooner then he'd anticipated, though as he buckled himself in he couldn't help but thinking that his was Kurt's last year in Ohio.

XxXxX

They didn't even make it inside.

Blaine had Kurt pinned to the Hummel's front door, his tongue firmly massaging Kurt's while his hands ran up and down his sides under his shirt (which was an impressive feat considering the fact that there were two layers of clothing, neither of which were particularly loose).

Kurt's hands, meanwhile, were getting reacquainted with Blaine's hair and upper back.

Blaine moaned into his lover's mouth, feeling noting but fire and the magnificent dizziness that could only be achieved when he was touching Kurt's skin.

Blaine moved one hand out from Kurt's shirt, causing the pale boy in make a small whining sound that really shouldn't have been as hot has it was at the loss of contact, and relocated it to the brunette's thigh, lifting it against his hip.

Kurt, automatically knowing what he wanted, moved so his leg was wrapped completely around the shorter boy's waste, causing both of them to moan into each other's mouths when the shift in position brought their clothed erections together.

A loud honk caused the two of them to jump apart like they had just been shot at.

'Oh my God,' Blaine thought frantically. 'I just got Kurt in huge trouble. I'm so stupid! Why couldn't I have waited at least until Kurt opened the freaking door! Now I'll never be allowed to see him again and I'll be totally alone and- God, I'm such an idiot!'

But when the car door opened and the offender came out, it wasn't Burt as Blaine had originally anticipated, but Finn stomping angrily towards them.

"What the hell were you two doing?" Finn demanded as his face reddened with rage.

Blaine wanted to cower in a corner and wait until Finn has calmed down, but he put on his 'brave face' and stood with his back rim rod straight instead.

Out of everyone at McKinley, Finn was really the only one Blaine was afraid of. He had never hit Blaine, or openly insulted him, but he just gave him these… looks.

It was that look that expressed such disgust, such loathing, that it reminded Blaine uncomfortably of not only his old bullies, but also his father.

True, it was never as strong as theirs, but it was still terrifying.

"Kissing, Finn, what did it look like we were doing?" Kurt hissed. His mushed hair and bruised lips somehow made him look more intimidating instead of like he was just making out with someone while pushed up against a door.

Blaine was relieved Kurt was defending them; he certainly could've have done it without collapsing into a quivering pile.

Only then Finn looked right at Blaine and all the surprised fear come rushed forwards.

The tall boy looked like he was just barely blocking the compulsion to hit him. His eyes were practically screaming at Blaine that he was a sin, that Finn's life would be so much better if Blaine was never born.

"Finn!" Kurt barked, his tone so icy that Blaine barley even recognized it. It had only sounded like that once, when Kurt was pushing Karofsky off of him during Blaine's first venture to McKinley last year.

It was jolting enough to pull Finn's gaze away from Blaine and onto his step-brother, only Blaine saw Finn's gaze visibly soften when looking at Kurt.

Blaine made a conscious effort not to wrap his arms around himself in an attempt to block out the echoes of insecurities bouncing around his head, not really scolding him for anything specific, but making themselves known. He would just be drawing attention to himself, and that was the last thing he wanted.

"Stop taking your problems out on Blaine!" Kurt cried, his arms crossed over his chest. "I don't care if you're upset, that doesn't give you the right to just waltz over here and make us miserable!"

"That little jerk doesn't belong here Kurt! He's got something on everyone that makes them like him, but he's just a-"

Kurt was having none of it. "Finn, I want you to get back in your car, and drive away. I don't care where you go, just get the fuck away from my boyfriend while you're in this mood."

This just seemed to upset Finn further. "Come on Kurt, like you would even defend him if he didn't let you fuck him." He growled.

Blaine felt his breathing become shallower. Tears were welling up in his eyes at such a pace Blaine barely had time to register them.

"What is the matter with you?" Kurt screamed, the sudden volume making Blaine jump, his heart beat a little faster.

It was only then that Finn left, giving Blaine one last hatful look before storming over to his car and driving away at break neck speed.

Blaine was trembling now, Finn's words rebounding around his mind in a torturous symphony while the look of those eyes burned into his mind. 'Doesn't belong here… makes them like him… wouldn't even be defending him if he didn't let you fuck him…'

Something grabbed Blaine hand, causing him to scream in terror, so lost in his own thoughts and blinded by his tears he wasn't processing that Finn was no longer there.

"Shh, shh, it's me baby." Kurt cooed gently, his normally free voice thick.

Blaine launched himself at his lover, pressing his face against Kurt's shoulder, allowing his tears to soak through the material of his clothes.

Kurt just let him cry, one hand stroking Blaine's hair-long sense washed of gel-while the other rubbed soothing circles on his back.

Kurt made cooing noises in Blaine's ear, overwhelming the dark things Blaine's mind kept flinging at him with words of kindness and love.

After Blaine finally managed to get himself under control he went to push himself off of Kurt, but the pale boy just held him against his body.

"I'm sorry." Blaine apologized, though it was muffled by Kurt's shoulder. It seemed like he was always doing this; breaking down on Kurt for every little thing.

"Don't." Kurt said, holding him impossibly tighter. "It was Finn's fault, not yours. Never yours, baby." Kurt placed a kiss on Blaine's hair.

This just made Blaine want to break down all over again. And then punch something.

"Do you think I'll ever stop having these… doubts? About myself?" Blaine asked quietly, his voice hoarse from crying.

Kurt twirled a lock of Blaine's hair absently. "Of course baby, you've already come so far. Finn just triggered you, that's all."

Blaine breathed in deeply, trying to absorb as much of Kurt as humanly possible. 'What would I do without Kurt?'