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Chapter 9

Blaine was mostly relieved to go back to school on Monday, especially after having to do chores practically all day long on Saturday and Sunday. His uncle was still taking the whole grounding thing very seriously—no surprise there, really. He did enjoy school; it would be a lie to say that he didn't. It just so happened that his enjoyment solely lied with Kurt.

The bullying at school seemed to escalate since the confrontation on Friday afternoon with Karofsky. It had grown outside of just in Blaine's gym class. The insults mainly stemmed upon him being gay, although he never actually confirmed it. It seemed that because he hung out with Kurt he was automatically gay. Ignoring the fact that he was actually gay, Blaine couldn't believe the ignorance of it. Heaven forbid a gay guy and a straight guy be friends.

He was slightly surprised that he didn't get as much crap for being a criminal as he thought he would. It seemed a good portion of the students considered it a crime to be gay and more of a bragging right to be a criminal. Several people in the school were like Puck, and seemed to think that the fact he wore an anklet made him a badass.

By midweek, his relief at being at school wore off. Wednesday started out normally enough. He and Tina talked to each other in homeroom about Glee Club. Then, of course he had the time of his life in French. He just made sure to always talk in French and never make any comments that would have the French teacher putting him in detention again. Madame Posey seemed to take up the method of just ignoring Blaine's existence. He was perfectly okay with that, because it gave him plenty of time to chat with Kurt.

It was lunch time that things got out of control. Blaine was walking out of his Algebra II class that he had with Finn and Artie. He sometimes talked with Artie in the class, but Finn put all his effort into the lesson, since he struggled a little with the subject. That class wasn't bad for Blaine, he had always been pretty skilled at math.

Blaine walked to his locker to put his books away and get his US History text book. He stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, a few feet from Locker 273. There were blood red letters staining the surface of the cream-colored locker. Blaine's heart skipped a beat. It took him a moment to realize what they spelled out. A bold F, followed closely behind with an A and G. Fag. Blaine's mind was spinning. He could take the insults thrown at him with words, but to put them in blood red letters for everyone to see was another thing entirely.

"Like my present?" a voice menacingly asked as they walked by behind him.

Blaine recognized the voice as Karofsky's instantly. He didn't know what took over him but he saw red. He chased Karofsky down the hallway and pushed him into a locker.

"What the hell?" Karofsky yelled as he went crashing into it.

Blaine pulled back his arm, and punched Karofsky in the face.

He stood back, ready to walk off when Karofsky retaliated. The fight overall was a blur of limbs and punches. It lasted at most only half of a minute before a couple teachers stopped it. One moment Blaine was getting ready to punch Karofsky again, and the next moment he was pulled roughly back, both of his arms held securely behind him. His first instinct was to try to fight them off, but he stopped dead when he saw a familiar face in the crowd—Kurt. The pained look on his face alerted Blaine to the fact that Karofsky must have done the same to his locker. In that moment he knew that he wanted to do anything that he could to make sure that Kurt never had that look on his face ever again. He didn't care how angry his Uncle Peter and Aunt Elizabeth were going to be with him for the fight, it was worth it to try to avenge some of the pain that was caused to Kurt.

"Principal's office now!" the teacher holding Blaine barked.

Blaine realized it was one of the other gym teachers, Mr. Falcone. He dragged Blaine in the direction of Principal Figgins office, never once loosening his grip on the boy. He was not about to let another fight occur between the two of them. Both boys were quickly dragged into the principal's office and sat in chairs across from the man.

"What happened?" Principal Figgins asked the teachers as they were sat down, clearly not trusting either teen to give an accurate answer.

"These two deemed it acceptable to get into a fight in the hallway," the other teacher replied—it was Mr. Newell, the Physics teacher.

"Well he deemed it acceptable to write a derogatory term on both mine and Kurt's lockers!" Blaine yelled out in defense. Blaine was determined to fight for this. He wasn't going to let Karofsky get away with something so vile.

"Is this true?" Principal Figgins asked, placing his full gaze onto Karofsky, who was glaring down at the desk in front of him.

"I don't know what he is talking about," Karofsky mumbled in denial, shifting in the chair. "I did no such thing. He is making stuff up. He's a criminal after all, why would you trust him?"

Blaine was about to go off on Karofsky, but the door to Figgins' office flew open and Kurt barged into the room.

"Karofsky deserved everything he got from Blaine!" Kurt defended. "He wrote fag in spray paint on both of our lockers!"

Principal Figgins looked between the three teens for a few moments before standing up.

"Mrs. Mathers!" Principal Figgins called out for the receptionist while he walked around his desk.

She quickly tottered into the room in her heels. She was an older woman, well into her 70s. She always wore a white sweater and a long flowing skirt—a different pattern each day.

"Yes?" Mrs. Mathers asked.

"Can you sit in here with these boys for a few minutes," Principal Figgins asked. "I have some business that I have to attend to and these two teachers here need to get to their classes."

Mrs. Mathers quickly nodded her head and sat down behind his desk as Principal Figgins walked out of the room. Mr. Falcone and Mr. Newell followed closely behind. After the three men's departure, the room fell eerily silent. The tension was so thick; you could cut it with a knife. Blaine was curious as to what Figgins was doing. After a few minutes, it became clear that Figgins was in no rush to come back into the room. Blaine kept staring up at the clock, watching the minutes tick by.

The minutes seemed to drag slowly by, and eventually Kurt decided to sit down beside Blaine. Blaine was momentarily shocked when he felt soft skin against his hand, but relaxed as he held hands with Kurt. Karofsky glared at their attached hands, but wisely said nothing of it.

"What exactly are we all being called down here for?" a voice, that Blaine instantly recognized as Peter Burke, asked. This caused Blaine, Kurt and Karofsky to turn around in their seats.

Peter wasn't the only one there. Accompanying Principal Figgins were now Peter, Burt and another man. The man's facial features were very similar to Dave's, so Blaine could only logically assume that it was Mr. Karofsky.

"There has been an incident with all three of these boys," Principal Figgins said, gesturing for the three adults to walk into the office and sit down.

Peter hesitated a moment in the doorway, staring at Blaine and examining the damage of the fight. Blaine turned back toward the desk, not wanting his Uncle to stare at him any longer. Peter followed behind Burt and Mr. Karofsky, and sat in chairs that were placed against the far left wall of the room.

"Now I was first alerted to this situation by two teachers who dragged Blaine and David in. The two boys got into an altercation in the hallway," Principal Figgins explained.

Blaine could feel Peter glaring at the side of his head. He didn't even have to turn his head to do so. His uncle was predictable about stuff like this—and to think, he was only a couple days away from no longer being grounded.

"However, more information has come to light," Principal Figgins continued. "It appears that David here used spray paint to put a derogatory term on both Kurt and Blaine's lockers."

"You have no proof of this!" Karofsky cried out. "Just because Kurt and Blaine say that I did it doesn't mean that it's true. How do you know that the two of them just don't have it out for me?"

"You told me you did it in the hallway!" Blaine cried out looking at Karofsky as if he had lost his damn mind.

"I did no such thing!" Karofsky called out.

"You said do you like my present!" Blaine continued, his decibel level definitely rising the more he spoke. "Plus you confronted both Kurt and I after school on Friday. You wouldn't stop insulting us with the term fag. You really think I would believe that it's a coincidence that a couple days later that term happens to appear in blood red letters on both Kurt and my lockers?"

"He called you what?" Burt growled out from where the adults were sitting and had been mostly silent up until that point, "Kurt, why didn't you tell me that he confronted you after school? You said the bullying wasn't as bad as it had been before."

"I didn't want you to worry, dad," Kurt replied. "Please don't get too upset, it's not good for your heart. We don't need you to have another heart attack."

"I'm not going to remain calm when this punk here is threatening my son," Burt growled, getting ready to stand up but Peter placed his hand out in a gesture for him to stay seated. Peter's mind was racing, but he knew that it would do no good for Burt to get so upset at the moment. As Kurt said, it wasn't good for the man's heart.

"David, is this true?" Mr. Karofsky asked from where he was sitting and looking at his son in shame. "You have been acting different. I didn't know that you were threatening other students and bullying them. I thought you were just going through puberty or something."

"They have no proof that I did this!" Karofsky exclaimed.

"We have security footage of you in the hallway," Principal Figgins stated calmly. "School security also found red spray paint cans in your locker. I think it's fairly safe to say that you are guilty."

Karofsky just crossed his arms and glared at the desk in front of him at that. Blaine couldn't help but feel very relieved that there was proof. He just wondered what Principal Figgins was going to do about it. He didn't think too highly of the principal's competence. After all, he heard about the slushies that were thrown in some of the Glee kids' faces in the past—and nothing was done about that.

"Now I do not tolerate bullying in this school," Principal Figgins stated.

Blaine heard Kurt quietly scoff at that remark. He couldn't help but agree with him. He didn't know what planet Principal Figgins lived on, but he had sure as hell been bullied pretty badly in the last couple weeks.

"For bullying and destruction of school property you will be suspended for one week," Principal Figgins said looking directly at Karofsky who wasn't making eye contact. "When you return back I will be keeping a very close eye on you. If you continue any of the bullying I will not hesitate to expel you, is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," Karofsky said so softly that Blaine almost wondered if he actually had just imagined it.

"Your suspension starts now, so you are free to go," Principal Figgins said nodding at Mr. Karofsky.

"Thank you for your time," Mr. Karofsky said, standing up from his chair. "I am sorry about my son's behavior and I will work to make sure that he sees the error of his ways."

Karofsky got up from his chair, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room, and trailed behind his father out of the principal's office. All of the occupants in the office watched the two of them leave, and then turned their focus back into the room.

"Now as much as I know the fight was provoked," Principal Figgins began. "I still can't condone fighting in this school, Mr. Anderson. You have been doing phenomenally well so far at this school, in spite of my reservations about your past. I'm hoping that this will be a minor slipup that we can all move past. I'm just going to give you two days of detention for this. I expect that you have learned your lesson and that fighting won't be a further issue with you. Because of your unique situation, you do have the full eyes of the student body and faculty on you."

Blaine rolled his eyes at that, trust him—he knew that well enough.

"Now I am giving the two of you excused absences for the rest of the day," Principal Figgins explained. "I'm sure this is a lot for the two of you to deal with, so I think it would be better in the safety and security of your own homes."

"I'm very upset that this happened under your watch," Peter said as he and Burt stood up.

"And I can't express my apology enough," Principal Figgins stated. "I promise to do my best to make sure that this will never happen again."

"I'm going to hold you to that," Burt growled out. "Let's go, Kurt."

Blaine and Kurt walked out of the room with Peter and Burt following behind them. They all walked in silence to their respective parent/guardian's car. No one seemed to know exactly what to say. What do you say when something like this happened? Burt knew how much the bullying effects Kurt, despite the fact that Kurt would never actually admit it out loud himself. He, like Burt, was much too prideful to say so. If Kurt wasn't his son then he probably would have no idea. Kurt was a very good actor when he wanted to be. He was sometimes so hard for Burt to understand, especially everything that Kurt was into. Burt had no idea about Broadway musicals or Vogue or anything remotely fashionable. But when it came down to it, he was pretty comfortable in saying that he knew his own son. They would sit down in the living room over a cup of herbal tea—at Kurt's insistence—and talk this out.

In the other car Peter was having a different thought process altogether. He knew that he should be mad that Blaine got into a physical altercation, but he really couldn't blame the kid given the circumstances. He was proud that Blaine could hold his own in a fight against someone much bigger than he was. He wasn't sure that Elizabeth would take the same view point on the matter, though. Overall, the situation brought up many questions. Was there something that Blaine was hiding from them? Were they missing something that was probably and plain sight and they were just assuming otherwise? Peter typically prided himself as being a good detective, but now he felt like he was doing a pretty bad job of it.

The drive home was very silent, the two men lost in their own thoughts. Peter was wondering how to best approach the situation, while Blaine was wondering if it was possibly to get even more grounded than he was without taking away essentials like food and water—not that Peter ever would do such a thing. The man already knew where he was 24/7, had him restricted to a 2-mile radius, gave him a pat down search worthy of the TSA every time he came home and monitored his phone and computer usage. What more was there?!

"Come on, let's go sit down in the living room," Peter said as the two got out of the car and walked into the house.

"We really don't need to discuss this, Uncle Peter," Blaine pleaded as they walked through the front door.

"Yes, we do," Peter said, shedding his black wool jacket.

Blaine shed his own grey pea coat and placed it on one of the hooks near the door. He sighed and then followed Peter into the living room and sat down on the couch, waiting to be lectured.

"I honestly don't know how to approach this situation, so I'm probably going to mess things up and I don't want to," Peter began, confusing Blaine a little. This wasn't going where Blaine thought it was going to. Peter didn't even sound mad. He sounded a little confused and uncertain, something that Peter never sounded. "Are you gay?"

"W...what?" Blaine asked, completely thrown by the question.

"This idiot bully wrote 'fag' on your locker. I think I'm well within reason to conclude that maybe there is something that you haven't told me," Peter continued.

Blaine fidgeted on the couch avoiding eye contact. This wasn't the way that he wanted Peter to figure it out. Oh God! Now things were going to be so fucked up. Even though he was in a shit ton of trouble, he did actually enjoy living here a million times more than he did in his own home. He just messed it up though. Peter was going to kick him out. Well that wouldn't work. Peter was going to throw him in jail at the least, since that was technically supposed to be where he was at the moment. He wouldn't do well in jail. He was tiny. He knew how to fight a little, but he didn't think that would help. Maybe Mr. Clarington could figure out a way to get him out, but then Peter would chase him down again…

Blaine's mind was whirring at a million miles per minute. The next thing he knew he felt the couch dip beside him and a hand on his shoulder that made him jump a little.

"Blaine," Peter said calmly. "I'm going to take this freaking out that you are currently doing as a yes. I hope you know that I don't care if you are gay. It doesn't make you any less of a person or make me feel any different about you."

Blaine looked up at Peter. Peter's heart almost broke at the look of hopefulness in the boy's eyes.

"I'm going to take a leap here," Peter said softly. "Your mom didn't take it too well?"

"No," Blaine whispered. "She practically disowned me after I came out. I tried to spend as little time as I could at home after I came out because she was so unpleasant to live with."

"Does Cooper know?" Peter asked, curious.

"Yes," Blaine nodded. "He was actually the first person that I ever told about it. He handled it so well that I had such high hopes for my mother. I was severely disappointed on that front."

"Oh Blaine," Peter said, pulling Blaine into his arms and shocking the kid like no other.

This was his FBI Agent uncle who constantly forgot that he wasn't on the job. He didn't normally do touchy-feely kind of things. What had taken over his uncle?! There were only two reasonable explanations—this was a dream or his uncle's body had been taken over by aliens.

"If you have any more trouble at school I want you to tell me right away," Peter said after he pulled away from the hug. "A school is a place where you should feel safe to go and learn, not some place that you should fear being discriminated against."

"Thanks," Blaine whispered with a nod of his head. "I can handle it, I just hate that Kurt has to go through it too. He is seriously the most amazing person that I have ever met. Why would anyone want to hurt him?"

Peter studied Blaine for a moment and then laughed out loud, confusing Blaine even further.

"And suddenly it all makes sense," Peter said.

"What makes sense?" Blaine asked apprehensively. He didn't have any clue as to what his uncle had just deducted, and wasn't sure that he was going to like what he had.

"Kurt," Peter replied simply.

"What about Kurt?" Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You like him," Peter replied with a smirk, his detective skills were back in full force.

"What?" Blaine stuttered out.

"You walked him home the first day that you met him," Peter reasoned.

"He was nice and smart and beautiful and…" Blaine said and cut off when he realized one of the adjectives that had just slipped out of his mouth.

"Go on," Peter laughed.

"I don't have a crush on Kurt," Blaine muttered unconvincingly. "And could you maybe not tell Elizabeth, she would have a field day if she found out that I got into a fight."

"Your face is going to tell her you got into a fight," Peter reasoned. "You have quite the nice shiner there."

"You should see the other guy," Blaine joked and then seriously added. "You don't think she will care, do you?"

"That you're gay?" Peter asked, to which Blaine nodded. "No, I don't think she will. She doesn't mind that Diana is dating Christie."

"Diana is a lesbian?" Blaine asked in awe. "I had no idea."

"She doesn't walk around saying 'here I am, I'm a lesbian', just like you don't do it saying you're gay," Peter said with a shrug.

"But if I had known that, then I would have known that it was okay to tell you that I was gay," Blaine explained.

"I think I would have figured it out soon enough," Peter stated. "Or at least El would, because your behavior around Kurt is now really obvious."

"Shut up," Blaine replied shortly, blushing bright red.

Peter teased Blaine about it on and off for the rest of the afternoon. Peter made them both a cup of coffee, reasoning that Blaine needed a little bit of a treat after that afternoon. Then they settled down and watched Harry Potter for the rest of the afternoon. Peter had never seen the movie before, which Blaine couldn't understand. Blaine ran upstairs and grabbed his DVD of the first movie and the two settled down. By the time Elizabeth came home they were on to the second movie.

"What's going on in here, boys?" Elizabeth asked, walking into the room and looking at the two of them sprawled out on each end of the couch. She had just be texted the brief details of what had happened by Peter, but didn't know much other than Blaine had gotten into a fight at school. She was admittedly a little confused to see the relaxed atmosphere and the two of them watching a movie. She thought Peter would have thrown a fit and grounded Blaine to his room for getting into a fight—clearly she was missing something.

Peter grabbed the remote and paused the movie.

"Here, why don't you sit down," Peter said, gesturing to the spot in between himself and Blaine. "It's a little bit of a long story."

Elizabeth sat in between the two, and settled down to listen to the story. Blaine explained what happened at school. Elizabeth quickly realized why Blaine wasn't in trouble. If there was one thing her husband detested, that was bullying.

"And so I was just so upset that Karofsky thought that he could do that to me, and more importantly Kurt," Blaine explained in his story.

Elizabeth looked at him for a few moments and then asked, "How long have you been in love with Kurt?"

Blaine just stared at her for a moment, his mouth gaping like a fish. He hadn't even told her that he was gay yet.

"Damn, you picked up on that one a lot sooner than I did," Peter said with a sigh.

Blaine just groaned and put his head in his hands. He couldn't believe he was that easy to read.

"Are you going to ask Kurt out?" Elizabeth asked.

"Maybe," Blaine answered with a sigh. "I mean I'm currently grounded until Sunday, so I can't even go out with Kurt this weekend." He was just joking. He knew that his Uncle would never shorten the grounding, it wasn't in the man's nature.

"You ask Kurt to go out with you and I will lift your grounding," Peter said conspiratorially.

Blaine stared at his uncle in shock, sure that he was hearing things. "Are you serious?"

Peter and Elizabeth both nodded. Peter would never say it out loud to Blaine, but he thought Kurt could be a very good influence on Blaine. Peter could see how head over heels Blaine was for the boy. He hoped that it might keep him on the straight and narrow. As long as Hunter was out of Blaine's life and Kurt was an influence on it, Peter had high hopes.

"Where do you think you'll take him?" Peter asked.

"He has to say yes first," Blaine reasoned, rolling his eyes at his uncle's enthusiasm.

"Trust me, he will," Elizabeth replied with a smile.

Blaine was really nervous the next morning at school. Peter and Elizabeth had reassured him multiple times that they thought Kurt would say yes. He didn't feel quite as confident about the situation as the two of them did, but their surety gave him some hope to hold on to.

There he was, standing in all of his perfection by his locker. He had his bottle of hairspray out and was doing a quick spray through his hair. It already looked perfect in his opinion, but Kurt clearly thought that it still needed some work. Blaine had to stop for a moment and remember how to breathe when his eyes traveled downwards and he saw that Kurt was wearing his tightest pair of charcoal gray skinny jeans. The ones that looked painted on. They were perfectly pair with an over sized maroon sweater and black riding boots. God was his fashion sense good! Blaine looked down at his own clothes in doubt. He was wearing a black tshirt with a red plaid flannel over top of it, black ripped skinny jeans, black converse and a gray beanie. Kurt's clothes were so well paired together, and he felt like he should have put a little bit more effort in that morning—like maybe he should have done his hair instead of just throwing a beanie over it.

At that moment Kurt turned and caught Blaine's eyes. As soon as he laid eyes on Blaine, a smile lit up his whole face. That gave Blaine the confidence that he needed to go over and talk to Kurt.

"Can I ask you something?" Blaine asked as he walked up, knowing that if he didn't get it out right away then he would probably chicken out.

"Sure," Kurt replied with a smile, shutting his locker door with a bang.

"Would you like to go out on Friday night?" Blaine asked, the words rushing out of his mouth. He just hoped that they were understandable to Kurt because he wasn't sure if he could gather up the courage to ask them again.

"Like on a date?" Kurt asked, adjusting the straps of his bag on his shoulder.

"Yes," Blaine stated, his heart pounding his chest so loud that he was afraid that Kurt could hear it from where he was standing.

"I would love to," Kurt replied. "You really mean it? Like this isn't a ploy to get that Sebastian guy jealous or anything?"

"No, if anything kissing Sebastian was a ploy to get you jealous," Blaine explained with a laugh. "I do really mean it. I have kind of had a crush on you from the moment I met you, hence why I asked to walk you home. Although I messed that up, so let's not think about that."

"So where are you taking me?" Kurt asked, the two beginning to walk down the hall towards their respective homerooms.

"I don't really know yet," Blaine replied. "I was more focused on you saying yes than planning anything. Now I have to go figure out where I can take you two that is in my radius. God—please don't change your mind because I just said that."

"Don't worry, I won't," Kurt answered coyly. "I'll see you later."

The two parted ways and spent the rest of the day walking as if they were on a cloud. Rachel even commented on it in chemistry saying that Blaine looked like a love sick puppy. Blaine didn't really want to explain it all to Rachel Berry, but he was so high in his wonderful bubble of beautiful emotions that he found himself doing just that. She oohed and awed and said that she thought that they made a brilliant couple and that she could see them lasting. She also warned him that he better not hurt Kurt or else she would come after him. Blaine wasn't really threatened by her…she was dressed like a four year old in an animal sweater and plaid skirt, so it was very hard to take anything that she said all that seriously.

Blaine had forgotten that he had detention until around the end of the day. He was still too happy to care about it though. It was with a different teacher, so he spent the entire time doing his homework. His Uncle would be very proud. After detention he was even more relieved when he found out that his uncle was off on some very important case and therefore Blaine would not being going into the office to do boring as hell paperwork like he normally would. His uncle was going to bring some home and Blaine was going to do it for a couple hours on Saturday morning. He would take what he could get. He wasn't going to let anything ruin his perfect day. None of the bullies at school even said anything to him that day, obviously terrified that they would get into as much trouble as Karofsky did. Blaine's sheer joy must have shown when he walked out to the car, because Cooper greeting him saying:

"What has gotten you so happy squirt?"

"I keep telling you to stop calling me that," Blaine said with a sigh.

"And I will keep ignoring you," Cooper replied with a laugh. "So what is it?"

"I asked Kurt out!" Blaine exclaimed, getting into the passenger seat of the car.

"And given your current mood, he said yes," Cooper said with a smile.

"He actually said yes," Blaine said in disbelief. "I can't believe he said yes."

"Okay, you just asked the guy out on a date, not to marry him!" Cooper joked.

"Keep this up and I won't tell you anything anymore," Blaine threatened.

"HE SAID YES!" Cooper exclaimed. "Hallelujah, thank the Lord!"

"Drama Queen," Blaine muttered, rolling his eyes.

When Blaine got home he had already finished all of his homework, so he lounged around in the living room with Cooper and they ended up watching The Breakfast Club. Blaine didn't realize how tired he was, but he ended up falling asleep very shortly after. Cooper took the oppurtunity to have future blackmail on his younger brother, and promptly snapped a picture. When Peter and Elizabeth got home a half hour later it was to find both boys snoozing away on the couch. Peter thought it was a very peaceful sight, and couldn't help but feel glad that he had taken Blaine in because it had brought these boys more fully into his life.

So I thought this would be a little fun to see if anyone could figure it out. I have actually been styling Blaine's clothes with a very specific celebrity in mind. I'm curious if anyone has a guess as to who this celebrity is! If you have a guess, let me know in the reviews section. Thanks again!