Kurt

"Blaine. Please don't do this," I begged, but Blaine decided to continue.

"I can't help it Kurt. Ever since we stopped talking regularly I realised how much I miss you. It hurt me, Kurt. And when you told me that you and Dave were dating, I realised I was actually jealous of him," Blaine informed me.

"Blaine, stop. Don't do this to me."

"Do what?" he mumbled obliviously.

"This. I mean, I have Dave-" I started, but Blaine cut me off.

"C'mon, Kurt. He's no good for you!" he argued.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, he's not exactly been friendly to you in the past, and yeah he's out now but that doesn't make any difference. He's consuming your life. I spoke to Mercedes. I called her and asked about you and she said that you're constantly worrying about him. You've started pushing people away, Kurt," he said.

"That's hardly fair, Blaine. We've gotten over the past. And of course I'm constantly worrying about him. Just like I worried about my dad when he was sick. I'm going to do everything in my power to help him, even if it's just be there for him," I told him.

"It's nothing like your dad. That's completely different," Blaine argued.

"No, it's not! It's exactly the same!"

"And why's that?"

"Because I love him."

Blaine sat across from me, staring with wide eyes as if he wasn't expecting what I'd just said. "You … love him," he repeated.

"Yeah. I thought you'd have known that," I mumbled. He didn't reply so I continued instead. "Blaine. You're a great friend. I did used to have feelings for you, but that was before. Dave's my boyfriend and I'll be there for him through thick and thin. I thought as a friend you'd understand that. If you were going through the same as Dave, I'd be there for you too."

"I miss you, Kurt," he admitted.

"I miss you too. I like hanging out with you and talking to you and being your friend, but that's all I can be," I told him.

"I guess I should apologise for piling this on top of all the other things you have to worry about," he whispered.

"It's fine, don't worry. Shall we just forget this happened and go shopping?" I asked.

Blaine smiled at me and mumbled "I'd like that."

So Blaine and I returned to our normal behaviour, but what he told me stuck in my mind. If he'd have said that half a year ago then I would have jumped at the opportunity to get with him. But now Blaine's advances just added to the pressure to please everyone else. I didn't want Blaine and I to grow apart and I didn't want Blaine's confessions to cause awkwardness between us.

So Blaine and I pretended everything was fine, like nothing was said and it was nice. It was nice to have him to talk to. He'd been through a lot and therefore had so much experience. He'd helped me when I was down and helped me get through things. Including when I'd been bullied. Even though I didn't need his help any more, I still wanted his friendship.

Blaine was so much different to Dave. Blaine was more like I was. He concentrated on his appearance and expressed his talents as much as possible and I loved it. I loved that we had so much in common, but it was too much to date him. We were too similar to be together.

The day with Blaine was great, I had to admit. We agreed we'd meet up some other time as we both decided that we needed to catch up more! We stayed out for a long time and I didn't get home until half 5. I decided it would probably be a good time to catch up on all the homework I'd been avoiding for a while.

I whizzed through my French work, struggled through the maths and completely gave up with the science. I got went through my night time routine and settled down into bed with my mobile. I decided to ring Dave to see when he was coming back to school, so I found Lauren's name and dialled it. I was surprised when Dave picked up.

"Hello?" said Dave.

"Hey, it's Kurt," I told him.

"Oh hey, Kurt. Have a good day with Blaine?"

"Yeah it was good," I muttered. I decided not to mention what Blaine had told me as I wasn't sure how Dave would react. "I got some shopping done. Bought some new jeans and an Alexander McQueen jumper. How was your day?"

"It was good. I caught up on some Halo, went to Nandos, I was dragged into Forever 21 and had to help Lauren decide which top looked better. They all looked the same to me..."

"Sounds great! I was wondering if you'd decided when you wanted to come back to school?"

"I was going to come back tomorrow actually. No point in staying in all day on my own," he told me.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I've thought it through and I'd rather just get straight back into normal life. I don't want everyone thinking I can't face them. Besides, I don't even know how many people know what happened. If I don't show up then people will know something's wrong," he told me.

"True. Did you want a lift?"

"How about I give you one. I'll come pick you up about 8?"

"That's good with me. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Okay, bye Kurt."

"Bye Dave."

Dave

I was surprisingly confident about going in on Monday morning. It had been less than a week since I'd been attacked in the locker room, but I was sure it wouldn't happen again. Well I would make sure it wouldn't happen again. Perhaps I'd let down my 'tough guy' image and I was going to reinforce it, but I was definitely going to show that it's still there.

When I went to Kurt's in the morning to pick him up, he was biting his lip aggressively and fumbling with his clothes.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" he said with a raised eyebrow.

"You seem nervous. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just don't want anything to happen to you again," he confessed.

"Nothing is going to happen to me! Nothing would have happened last time if I hadn't been caught off guard. And I won't be wandering off alone again. Don't worry about me!" I reassured him.

"Fine. I have my eye on you though, Karofsky!" he teased.

"As long as it's not on any other guy," I jested.

We got in the car and made our way to school, singing, talking and laughing as normal. I didn't even care any more about who did it. Okay, I still felt a little betrayal, but I should have seen it coming. I knew this wasn't going to be easy. I wasn't scared of being beaten up either. I figured there were only so many times I could be beaten up and, as long as I wasn't taken from behind again, I would be able to fight back.

We got to school and I took a deep breath before I entered the building. I was tempted to cling to Kurt's hand, but I decided against it. I didn't want to stand out any more than I did now with the faded marks on my face and neck. Luckily, my clothes managed to hide the rest of my body and I still had a bandage covering the cuts on my arm, just in case.

I didn't see Azimio, Strando, Tinsley or Rashad at all. I assumed they'd been avoiding me, but only when I spoke to Finn did I find out their real whereabouts.

"Hey, dude. How you doing?" said Finn as I walked into my first lesson and sat down at my usual desk near him.

"Good, thanks. The weekend gave me time to get over it," I told him.

"Good to hear. What do you think's going to happen to the guys?" he asked me. "I think they got called into Figgins' office."

"I have no idea," I said, truthfully.

"Hopefully they'll get expelled. If you ask me, even being expelled is a soft punishment," he said.

"Well, you know what the school boards like. They don't really care about things like this."

"Beiste is sticking up for you though. She'll make sure they get punished one way or another."

I couldn't help but think about how they were going to be punished. It wouldn't really help in all honesty, even if they did deserve it. It's not like them being punished would take it back and as much as I disliked him now, I felt bad for Azimio. This was definitely going to effect him, his parents weren't exactly the most understanding.

I was called into Figgins' office half way though my first lesson where I found the four boys sitting just outside. Neither of them looked at me as I walked past them and into Figgins' office. After I walked in he offered me a seat which I took precariously.

"David, I assume you know why I called you in here," he stated and I nodded. "Well, before I can create a report, I'm going to need you to hear your point of view. We've got those of the others, we just need yours."

"What will happen if you create the report? To them, I mean," I asked him.

"Well, their points of view are very truthful and so therefore it's highly likely they'll be expelled. You can, of course, press charges against them or get the police involved, but that it entirely your decision, David."

"And what if I don't give evidence?"

"Then I can't create a report and can't expel them," he told me.

"Okay. I'm not going to give evidence."

BAM! Sorry for any mistakes!