Okay, so if you guys didn't know, I have another fanfic on here called Candles and Kisses. Someone said that they wanted to see a second part of it (it's a one-shot), and I just wanna know what you guys think. Tell me if you want a second part of it, and yes, it will be ALL SMUT. If that is something you would enjoy, tell me in your reviews or PM me, okay? And if you haven't read Candles and Kisses, I encourage you to do so

Okay, so here are the warnings, as promised.

Warnings: A fair amount of violence. Let's just say, he gets MAD

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, David Karofsky, or anyone else on Glee. Can you guys remember that, because I always forget to write it…?

ANYWAY! On with the story!

No Matter What

"Don't worry, Mercedes. I won't hurt him. He's all I've got right now," Blaine said, smiling sadly. Kurt frowned at him.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Kurt asked, stealing Blaine's attention from Mercedes. Blaine opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by the bell. Blaine hurried to gather his things, pulling Kurt with him. "Blaine, tell me what you meant!" Kurt demanded.

"It's nothing, Kurt. Just drop it," Blaine said, pulling Kurt along with him.

Out of nowhere, both boys were shoved hard into a locker.

"Where do you fairies thing you're going?" The voice sneered. Kurt and Blaine turned… only to find Karofsky hovering over them.

"I thought I told you to leave us the fuck alone, Karofsky," Blaine sneered. "Or do I have to break your face again for you to get the message?" Karofsky took a step closer to Blaine, whose fists were curled tightly at his sides. Kurt looked at Karofsky, meeting his eyes for a second, before the other boy turned back to Blaine.

"Listen, fa-" Karofsky was cut off mid-sentence when Blaine's fist collided with his nose.

"Blaine! Stop, let's go," Kurt pleaded, pulling at Blaine's arm. Blaine simply pushed Kurt's hands away, moving forward to Karofsky, who was cradling his nose in his hand, checking for blood.

"What the fuck did I tell you?" Blaine roared at Karofsky. "Don't fucking come near us! I know about you, Karofsky. I know what you did to Kurt. What would the football team say if they found out that you basically lip-raped him, huh? They would love that, wouldn't they? I told you I would kill you if you touched him again, didn't I?" Blaine pulled Karofsky from his jacket; slamming him into the lockers and kneeing him in the stomach, making the bigger boy double over in pain.

"Blaine!" Kurt shrieked. "Stop, please!" His eyes were wide and wet with unshed tears- from what, Blaine didn't know. Kurt should be glad that Blaine was going to be getting rid of Karofsky once and for all.

….Shouldn't he be?

Blaine couldn't stop to think; he needed to get this done, but Kurt was insistently tugging on his bag, trying to get him away from Karofsky, who was now curled up on the floor, trying to protect his body from Blaine's painful blows.

Blaine only continued, worse than before.

He turned Karofsky's body to him, punching the boy's face as many times as he could. By the time he finally let up, Karofsky was barely noticeable. His face was bloodied and swollen. Blaine picked the boy up once more, slamming him against the lockers, making him hiss in pain.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now. Why the fuck should I spare your useless life? So you can hurt my boyfriend again? So you can terrorize him until he's finally had enough? WHY, KAROFSKY? WHY?" He yelled into the quivering boy's face.

The hallway was silent, the only noises being Karofsky's loud, labored breathing, and Kurt's sobs.

….Wait. Sobs?

Shit.

Blaine slammed Karofsky hard against the lockers, the boys head making contact with the sharp end of an opened one, creating a huge gash in the back of his head. The assaulted boy slid to the floor noiselessly, instantly blacking out.

Blaine turned around, only to find Kurt sitting against the wall, far away from Blaine, with his knees tucked into his chest, muttering to himself, rapid tears sliding down his face.

Blaine approached Kurt slowly, as if he were some vulnerable puppy that was afraid of being touched. He tried to reach out for Kurt, only to have Kurt flinch away from his touch violently.

The sobs got louder and louder, each one more heartbreaking than before. Blaine got on his knees beside Kurt, not touching him in fear of making him flinch away again.

"Baby? Why are you crying? Everything is fine now, come on," Blaine said, reaching out his bloodied hand for Kurt to take. Once again, Kurt shied away from the touch, hiding his head in his knees, looking like a small child. "You don't have to be scared of Karofsky anymore, baby. Come on, let's go home."

Kurt raised his head, turning to Blaine.

"Get away from me, Blaine," Kurt said, in an alarmingly calm voice. "Please. I can't be near you right now."

Blaine stood there, utterly confused. Why wasn't Kurt grateful for what he'd done? He had just beaten his top offender. Shouldn't Kurt be running into his arms, thanking him over and over?

Apparently not…

"B-but, baby, you won't have to worry about him anymore; he can't hurt you. Are you mad at me or something?" Blaine asked quietly. Kurt looked up at him, a look of pure disgust taking over his features.

"You could have really hurt him, Blaine!" Kurt screeched. "What is wrong with you? It was a harmless locker shove, I'm used to it!" Kurt stood up and pushed his way past Blaine, checking to see if Karofsky was alright.

"Why are you defending him, babe? He's been tormenting you for years, and now you're trying to defend him? I don't get it," Blaine said, throwing up his hands in defeat.

"That doesn't mean you can almost kill him, Blaine! No, he's not perfect. Yes, he has many, many faults, but that doesn't mean he deserves to lose his life. I'm not defending him in spite of you; I'm doing it because maybe, just maybe, he can learn. Why can't you see that?" Kurt said, looking up at Blaine from his spot beside Karofsky.

It was in that moment that Blaine realized how perfect Kurt was. He was so caring and compassionate, even to those who have hurt him. Blaine didn't deserve him. He realizes this now.

"Do it. It's okay if you do…" Blaine says quietly, looking at the ground. Kurt furrows his brow.

"What do you mean?" He asks, confused. Blaine sighs, defeated.

"Break up with me. I know you want to. God, how could I have been so stupid? An angel like you shouldn't be with some dumbass like me," Blaine sniffles. Kurt saw a single tear run down his cheek.

"B-break up with you? Baby, I'm not breaking up with you. I will never break up with you, I promise. How could you even think that?" Kurt asked; baffled as to why Blaine would even say something like that. Blaine snapped his head up, his eyes wide and wet.

"It's just… I mean you… You looked so disappointed in me, and when people are disappointed they always say goodbye…" Blaine explained quietly. He heard a sharp intake of breath, and suddenly someone's arms were around his waist, holding him tight.

"I'll never say goodbye to you, Blaine. Never. I love you, okay? I just don't want you doing anything stupid, like killing Karofsky. You could have gotten in serious trouble, and I just can't be without you. Just- don't ever say things like that. I will never break up with you, Blaine. I love you, okay?" Kurt said, kissing Blaine's neck softly.

Blaine smiled.

"I love you so much, Kurt. I'm gonna marry day, I promise," Blaine said resolutely. Kurt's breath hitched in his throat. Did Blaine just indirectly propose to him? Holy shit. How is gonna explain this one to his dad? Kurt wondered hysterically.

"My answer will always be yes, no matter what."