A/N: You guys have all the right in the god damned world to hate me. I'm horrible. Basically I went on my trip, got back and had Christmas and New Years and family and friends and drama and I'm in my final year of high school so there was assignments and exams and break downs and so much stress and writers block but I am so sorry you guys. I decided to make this the last chapter because I honestly couldn't think of anything else to write in order to continue this fic. But thank you guys for sticking by me and I hope you enjoy it. If there's any mistakes, I'm sorry. I finally figured out what to write and pumped this out as quick as possible.


Blaine opens the door of Kurt's fridge, a blast of cold hair hitting him on the stomach. The contents of the fridge surprise him greatly, it's stocked to the brim with fresh fruit and vegetables and barely an artificial food in sight. He grabs a punnet of strawberries, a few bananas and pads back into the living room where Kurt is draped over the couch, one leg hanging off the edge.

"I have returned, with food." Blaine grinned.

"Oh my god, you are my favourite person in the whole world." Kurt moaned. "Feed me," He ordered, his mouth hanging open. Blaine only laughed, picking up a strawberry and delicately placing it in Kurt's mouth. Kurt bit down and chewed on it slowly. "Mmmm, I knew there was a reason that I kept you around." He slowly licked around his mouth, picking up any remnants of strawberry juice. Blaine had to bite down on his lip to stop a whimper from escaping.

"You know what, I think we can skip the food for now," Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt hard on the mouth, tasting a slight twang of strawberries. He felt Kurt grin against his lips and wrap his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him in closer Kurt licked his way into Blaine's mouth, apparently ready for round two.


Kurt shouldn't have been sad when Blaine drove him back to school to pick up his motorbike and let Blaine go back to his own house, but he was. Even though everyone was still in school Kurt made sure not to park too close to the entrance, in case anyone saw them together. Blaine shifted in his seat to face Kurt

"So... I had a nice day today," he smiled. Kurt let out a soft laugh, because only Blaine could call four rounds of sex a "nice day" and mean it.

"Yeah... me too." Kurt continued to smile.

"So.. Uh... I completely understand if you say no and I would get why you wouldn't want to be in a relationship especially with me but you mentioned it earlier and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to be my boyfriend?" Blaine said it all in a rush, his hands shaking and mentally slapping himself. Kurt looked down at his hands, biting his lip.

"Would you hate me if I said that I needed time to think about it?" Kurt answered softly. Having a boyfriend was a big thing, he'd never had one before. And what if it reflected badly on Blaine and he ended up getting dumpster tossed? Or even beaten up? The jocks mayn't touch Kurt but they certainly wouldn't hesitate to get at anyone close to him. "I just... I don't want you to get hurt Blaine," Kurt's voice was small, defensive.


In two sentences Blaine's heart shattered, he could feel his mouth dropping down at the edges, "Yeah, yeah that's totally fine." Stupid Blaine, stupid, how could you ever think that anyone would want to be in relationship with you? Look at yourself, you're short, your hair never stays in place, your eyes are the worst colour in the world and you dress like a six year-old. How could anyone ever grow to love you? Without warning, Kurt's was grasping Blaine's hands in his own.

"Believe me, Blaine, I do want to be with you, I just don't want you to get hurt in the process. I just know that the jocks will try and get you, purely because I care about you." Blaine nodded mutely, not trusting his voice.


Kurt's heart broke, Blaine looked like Kurt had just kicked his favourite puppy, thrown it at a wall and then put it through a blender all the while making him watch. Kurt quickly took off the scarf he had thrown on before they left. "Here," Kurt said softly, "to remind you of me." There was a beat of silence "And to hide the hickies covering your neck." That got Blaine laughing. They stayed silent for a few more minutes. "I like your hair when there's no gel in it." Kurt murmured, running a hand through it, "it's nice." Blaine smiled and lent into the touch.

"The only reason there's no gel in it is because you made me sweat it all out." Blaine snorted. They stayed silent again.

"I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Kurt whispered.

"Yeah." Blaine agreed.

"I'll see you then." Kurt leaned over and kissed Blaine on the cheek softly before exiting the car. He let his walls go up again and strutted away from the car, once again pretending to be the tough, bad boy he had to be to protect himself. He swung a leg over his motorbike, looking over his shoulder at Blaine, who was still watching him from his car as Kurt's motorbike roared to life. He quickly sped away from the school, his thoughts going a million miles an hour.


When Blaine arrived at school the next day he was wearing Kurt's scarf, partly because he needed something to cover up the plethora of hickies currently covering his neck and also because it still smelt of Kurt. His hair was curly and he had dressed down in a simple pair of jeans and a black shirt that hugged his torso. Because even if he and Kurt weren't together, he could still make the other boy look. Mercedes met him at his locker, one arm on her hip and an eyebrow raised at him.

"And where were you for the majority of yesterday?" She watches as Blaine started pulling books out of his locker, trying to avoid the question.

"I was.. uh... not at school?" He tried hopefully, still not looking at Mercedes.

"Not shit Sherlock," she responded. "And when you were not at school, where were you?"

"I was just... not here, OK? Can we please leave it at that, Mercedes?" Blaine pleaded, shutting his locker.

"Fine, but one day you will end up telling me," Mercedes glared at him, looping their arms and walking off to their first class.

"Hi!" Brittany greeted as she walked up on Blaine's other side, entwining their hands.

"Nice to see you're actually at school, Triangle Face," Santana grinned. "And what a lovely hickey you are sporting on your neck." Blaine's eyes bugged out of his head as his hand flew out of Mercedes' grip and up to his neck.

"What? You can see them? Are they bad?" Blaine's voice was panicked.

"Oh, you can't. But you confirmed my suspicions. Plus, no one wears a scarf inside unless they have a hickey." Santana grinned wolfishly.

"Kurt wore a scarf like that once." Brittany observed, smiling, "I remember because I asked if Lord Tubbington could wear it and he just talked about the price of it." All three girls stopped walking at once, forcing Blaine to also stop. Santana leaned over and pulled the scarf off, revealing the hickies on Blaine's neck.

"I guess that explains where you were yesterday," Santana laughed.

"Shut up guys!" Blaine hissed, "can we not discuss this in the hallway where everyone can see?" At that moment Kurt started walking down the hallway, wearing tight leather jeans that looked like they had been painted on, a faded Blink 182 t-shirt and a worn leather jacket. Blaine wanted to fuck him then and there. As he walked past Blaine his eyes slid down his body and flicked back up to his face. "Anderson." Kurt nodded.

"Oh my god just fuck off, Hummel." Blaine groaned, annoyed at Kurt for looking so hot and also kind of because he can't just walk up and kiss him like he wants to. Kurt just laughs and continues walking.

Tina joins them in the bathroom as Blaine is ordered to spill everything.


Blaine looked really good. Like... really good. Kurt want to just push him up against a row of lockers and fuck him then and there but sadly, that was frowned upon in the presence of others. He also felt kind of bad for ignoring the Glee girls, but if he acknowledged their presence that would lead to the inevitable abuse of him for ignoring all the previous times and it would probably end in a lot of tears and yelling and Kurt just really, really didn't want to deal with that right now. Kurt stepped outside for a smoke, his mouth turning down at the corners as he saw Finn, Puck and Sam walking into the school. Finn was just a constant reminder of everything that Kurt couldn't have, of everything that might of once been between their parents, if Burt hadn't of died. Kurt sighed and took a long drag of the cigarette. He wanted to be with Blaine, he really did. But if anything happened to him Kurt would never forgive himself.


At lunch Blaine got a text from Kurt

Fuck you

Blaine only laughed and sent another back

I believe you did that yesterday.

The reply was almost instant

Yeah but I want to do it again. Like... Now. Janitor's closet, near the auditorium?

Before Blaine even registered what he was doing he had stood up, grabbed his bag and was about to leave.

"And where are you in such a rush to go to?" Quinn drawled, pulling herself out of a conversation with Rachel, eyeing Blaine suspiciously.

"I just.. uh.. Have a thing. That I remembered. That I have. To go to. Like... Now." Blaine's eyes were darting around the room.

"Mmm, totally." Quinn smirked, "And I'm sure it's nothing Kurt related."

"Oh my god does everyone know about that?" Blaine exclaimed.

"Not everyone, just the Glee club," Rachel giggled, running her hands through Quinn's hair. Blaine felt a stab of jealousy at the fact that they could be happily together, but Kurt and him could not. "Go have fun with your boy toy." Blaine rushed off, only to be followed with a shout of

"Wrap it before you tap it!" From Santana. Blaine blushed up to his ears as he rushed off to meet Kurt.


Kurt sat on the ground of the Janitor's closet, not even caring that his pants were getting dirty. Why did he ask Blaine to join him here? This was such a dumb idea. Like Blaine would even join him. Oh my god why was he even doing this? He should just leave right now. The door opened abruptly and Kurt looked up, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights, worried that it was someone who wasn't Blaine. But once he saw the familiar head of curly hair and small smile his heart settled down. Blaine offered Kurt a hand up before shutting the door, surrounding the both of them in almost complete darkness.

"Hey," Blaine whispered, his face dangerously close to Kurt's.

"Hi," Kurt whispered in return. Blaine slid a hand down to the top of Kurt's pants, the other resting on his shoulder blade. He used the hand on Kurt's hip to pull them as close together as possible. Kurt closed the distance between their mouths and kissed Blaine, hard. He licked across Blaine's mouth, causing him to sharply inhale. Kurt only grinned as Blaine allowed Kurt's tongue entrance. Kurt placed a hand in Blaine's curls and tugged, earning a small groan from Blaine.

"How do you manage to look so hot?" Kurt growled.

"I could say the same about you," Blaine panted, sucking at Kurt's neck. He groaned as Kurt bucked up into him, his arousal evident in his very, very tight pants. Blaine pulled at Kurt's legs until he got the message and wound them around Blaine's hips as he backed them into a wall. "You're so fucking hot, Kurt. So hot. You have no idea how many times a day I just think about fucking you right there in front of everyone." Kurt groaned in reply, shifting uncomfortably in his pants but continued thrusting into Blaine, hoping to gain some form of friction. Blaine pressed one hand against the wall as the other went down and undid both his own and Kurt's pants, pulling both of them down slightly until their cocks were rubbing against each other. Both boys groaned at the contact, Kurt throwing his head back against the wall. It was too hot and so rough and there was no lube but they just kept thrusting, desperate for some kind of release. Blaine spat on his hand, bringing it down to rub at both of their cocks as Kurt let out these breathy moans.

"So hot, Blaine. God, fuck, you're just so hot and I want you so bad." Kurt keened, panting heavily. As Blaine bucked up towards Kurt, he would grind down, both of them trying to get as much friction as possible. Blaine was moaning and both of them were trying to keep quiet but failing horribly. Their thrust became mismatched and desperate as they both felt the familiar coiling in their stomachs. Blaine came first, groaning loudly, Kurt followed close behind letting out a high pitched moan. It took them a few minutes to come back down from their highs. When they did Kurt shakily unwrapped his legs from Blaine's waist. They both tucked themselves back into their pants, doing them back up.

"I can't believe we just did that," Kurt laughed, getting the worst of the cum stains off their shirts. Kurt's jacket would hide the worst of his and Blaine had a spare jacket in his locker after the slushie incident.


And so it continued like that for weeks, secret hook ups in closets or bathrooms or back at Kurt's house. Of course they talked and texted and helped each other with homework or personal problems. They were basically dating without the whole dating side of it because Kurt was still terrified that the jocks would try and harm him and Blaine understood, he really did, but he just really wanted to be with Kurt. He wanted someone to go on dates with and see movies with and go out to dinner with and watch Disney movies with, but no. Kurt had to put his safety first even though Blaine insisted that nothing was going to happen.

It was an ordinary Wednesday when Blaine walked into school, he had spent the night at Kurt's "studying". Which really meant that they did homework for fifteen minutes before blowing each other and then Kurt fucked Blaine. No one in the Glee club even batted an eye now when Blaine came to school with hickies or a sex limp. It was like some form of weird unspoken agreement, that none of them would talk about what Kurt and Blaine were doing. Blaine was getting his books out of his locker, surprised that none of the Glee girls had joined him this morning when he heard a voice behind him.

"Well well well, look what we have here. The fairy's finally by himself." Blaine spun around, his eyes wide with fear. Azimo and Karofsky were glaring at Blaine menacingly. He had heard about them from both Kurt and the Glee club, and he knew that they both meant bad news.

"I.. I have to go." Blaine tried to walk away but a firm grip on is arm pulled him back. There was a vivid flash of memory, a different hand on his arm, in a different setting but it was the same, he was back there and he couldn't escape.

"I don't think we're doing with this conversation," Karofsky growled. Blaine gulped a took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"Please just let me go, I've done nothing wrong to you." Blaine's voice was small, scared. How was no one stopping them? They were in the middle of the hallway, surely someone must see them, surely someone cares? Not again, he couldn't go back to the E.R. again, he couldn't do it to his Mum, he couldn't do this again.

"Oh, but I believe you have, fag. You walk down these halls parading your gays around and really we've had quite enough of it. Hummel was bad enough but you're somehow even worse. So you're going to drop it or we're not going to be as nice next time." Azimo ground out, pushing Blaine against the bank of lockers.

"I'm not going to stop being who I am just because you don't like it. I can't help that I'm gay and I'm sorry if it offends you but it's not something I can just stop doing." Blaine sounded far braver than he felt. He was trying to make up for last time, finally trying to stand up for himself.

"Then we'll just have to make you remember it, won't we?" Azimo grinned, pulling his fist back. Blaine braced himself for impact, but it never came.

"Touch him again, Azimo. Touch him one more time, I fucking dare you." Kurt was there, in all his glory, his blue eyes cold with anger. "Same goes for you, Karofsky. You touch him one more time and I will end you, you hear me? And don't think I won't."

"Whatever man, we'll get you one day." Karofsky turned and stalked off, Azimo following. Blaine sunk down to the ground, his head resting against the cool metal of the lockers.

"Hey, Blaine. Blaine, sweetie, look at me." Kurt was crouching next to him, is voice softer than Blaine had ever heard. When Blaine's eyes flicked open they were met with Kurt's, his eyes wide with worry and fear. "Are you OK?" Kurt murmured. Blaine only shook his head in reply, not trusting his voice. Kurt pulled him into a bone crushing hug. "Do you want to go back to mine?" Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear.

"Yes please." Blaine mumbled in reply.


This was all Kurt's fault, if he had gotten there earlier Blaine wouldn't be in the state he is now, shaking and near tears as they drove towards Kurt's house. When they made it inside Blaine collapsed on the couch, finally letting the tears fall. Kurt only held him, rocking him slowly and running a hand through his hair.

"It's OK. You're OK. They're gone." Kurt murmured.

"I was back there. I was back there and couldn't escape again and it's all my fault." Blaine sobbed.

"Back where?" Kurt frowned. "Blaine? Baby, what's wrong?" But Blaine only sobbed in reply, shaking even harder.

"It's OK. Calm down. Shh, shh, you're OK." It took half an hour but Blaine finally calmed down, his body shaking sob subsiding.

"I-I was thirteen. I had just come out and there was a Sadie Hawkins dance at my school. I went with one of my friends, Seth. His Dad was supposed to pick us up afterwards but these.. uh.." Blaine took a deep breath, calming himself. "These three guys came up to us and beat the living crap out of us." Tears slid down Blaine's cheeks.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt murmured. "I'm so sorry."

"We ended up in the E.R., I had three broken rips, a punctured lung, a fractured wrist and aface full of bruises. I never saw Seth again. But the worst part was the way my Dad looked at me, like it was all my fault. He didn't like that I was gay and made me feel like it was all my fault. He... He shipped me off to Dalton and basically never wanted anything to do with me again." Blaine's mouth turned down at the corners and Kurt only held him closer, his heart breaking over and over.

"My Mum finally realised that she never wanted anything to do with him again so she got a divorce and I ended up here. Dad refused to pay my tuition bills so she went me to McKinley. I guess she kind of also hoped that a new beginning would help me and that I would end up making new friends and have a better experience at this public school than I did at my last." Kurt pressed a kissed to Blaine's mop of curls, willing himself to make it all better.


They spent the day watching Disney films, tucked up in a cocoon of blankets on the couch, eating junk food and occasionally sharing long, languid kisses. At four o'clock Blaine realised that he should be getting home. Tonight was one of the rare nights that his Mum wasn't working late or on a business conference. They were silent on the ride back to McKinley.

"So... I know I said I didn't want to do this but I just... you're my everything, Blaine. I have no one else and in the past few weeks you have become so important to me. I-I was wondering if you wanted to be my.. boyfriend." Kurt's eyes flicked up to meet Blaine's. Blaine's heart was pounding in his chest, oh my god Kurt had just asked him to be his boyfriend. Kurt actually wanted to date him. He wanted to go out and be cute and do couple-y stuff and oh my god it was his every dream ever come true.

"Yes. Yes oh my god so much yes, Kurt." Blaine leant over and pulled him into a kiss, both of them laughing.


"I love you," Kurt murmured. He froze. Shit. Shit. Did he just say that out loud? Oh my god he did. Shit. Shit. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, do something! "Shit." Very articulate, very smooth, dick head. Kurt's inner voice berated. "I didn't meant to say that." Blaine's face fell. "No. No no no I didn't mean it like that! I just... I wanted to make it romantic. I wanted to give you everything you deserve and not say it in your car in the parking lot of our shitty high school." Kurt's eyes flicked down.

Oh my god. Holy shit. Kurt had just said he loved Blaine. Oh my god. It was like a unicorn puking puppies leapt over a rainbow. Today was the best day in the history of the world. "I-I love you too." Blaine grinned, kissing Kurt. They stayed like that for a while, until Blaine sadly insisted that he had to go home.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Kurt asked hopefully, his eyes a light with joy and new found hope.

"Definitely. I love you." Blaine grinned, so glad that he could finally say it out loud.

"I love you too," Kurt grinned. With that, he jumped out of the car.


When Kurt arrived to school that morning Blaine was waiting for him in front of the spot where Kurt always parked. Kurt killed the engine, climbed off the bike and pulled Blaine into a hug, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

"You ready for this?" Kurt murmured.

"Definitely." Blaine agreed, entwining their fingers. They walked into the school, their heads held high, a force to be reckoned with.


Ta-da! The end. Please don't kill me.