boys, boys, boys

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So i just finished off the last part right now. I was going to post this tomorrow, but i was just so excited i had to post this now, so here it goes. - Quinn

6

Blaine was at his locker, anxiously waiting for Kurt to come to school. Kurt had texted him that morning saying he had something important to tell him. But it was almost time for class and Kurt still wasn't here. Blaine admitted he was worried. In fact, he was so worried that he had forgone the hair gel today and his hair was a curly mess. He hated it like this, but what if Kurt was hurt or something? What if another jock had attacked him? If that was the case then whoever did it was so dead, because Blaine was going to strangle them with his bare hands until their homophobic heads popped off.

Blaine was two seconds away from all out panic-and-kill-every-jock-in-sight mode when he saw the small form of Kurt Hummel walking quickly down the hall towards him. Since the halls were nearly empty, because it was so close to class time, Blaine ran down the hall towards Kurt and pulled him into a hug. He placed tiny kisses all over Kurt's face, making his boyfriend giggle. "You had me so worried, Kurt. I thought you were hurt or something. You can't scare me like that again."

Kurt slipped himself out of the hug and pulled his phone from his pocket. "I'm fine, Blaine. Well, I am to a point. Here," Kurt handed over his phone.

Blaine stared at the small boy with a look of confusion and a bit of shock on his face. Kurt's phone was his baby. He didn't let anyone hold it. Not even Blaine when he had wanted to give his number to Kurt. "Why are you giving me this?"

"Just read the recent texts, Blaine. That will tell you what you need to know." Kurt gave Blaine a quick kiss. "I have to go. Class is going to start." He was going to leave but then he paused, studying Blaine's hair. He lifted a hand and played a bit with the curls, smiling. "You need to wear your hair like this more often, Blaine. I like it."

Blaine was officially lost. He still wanted Kurt to explain what was going on, but before he could say anything he had been hugged and Kurt had disappeared, heading off to his first class. Blaine stood there for a few more seconds, staring at the place Kurt had stood. He only snapped back into reality when the late bell rang. Cussing, Blaine ran to his math class and hurriedly apologized to his teacher, who waved him away and told him to sit down.

Blaine slid into a seat in the back of the class, waiting for his teacher to start teaching. The minute the teacher turned to start writing on the board; he whipped out Kurt's phone and unlocked it. On the screen was a text conversation between Kurt and a number Blaine didn't know. He scrolled to the top to see the beginning of the conversation. With a glance up at his teacher to make sure she really was distracted, he started to read.

With every text his face got angrier and angrier until the person at the desk beside him actually moved away a little. How dare that asshole text Kurt! How could the Warblers just give him Kurt's number? Couldn't they tell he was an evil bastard? Though Blaine had to smile when he saw that for a moment Sebastian had unleashed bitchy Kurt, who could be very, very scary. It was hard to think that adorable, cuddly Kurt could make you want to piss your pants if you got him angry, but it was true. Blaine had experienced it first hand, and he was planning never to get Kurt that angry again.

But still! Sebastian had no right to text Kurt. His Kurt. Blaine would not stand for it. His hands itched to punch Sebastian in his stupid smirking face.

Blaine forced himself to take deep breathes and just calm down. He couldn't lose his cool in the middle of math class. Besides, it was just texting. Kurt could just not answer, or even change his number. No big deal. And Kurt had been clearly trying to get Sebastian to understand that he wasn't interested. As long as Sebastian kept his distance, it would be fine. Texting Blaine could handle. Anything else, though, and he was sure he would snap.