alwaysawarbler | "Standing in the light of your halo, I got my angel now."

Who:

justwants2dance
What: Back in the blazer
Where: Dalton Grounds
When: A week after the McKinley Junior Prom
Rating: PG-13, possible swearing

It was surreal. There was no other way to really describe it. A week ago, Kurt had been back at McKinley after transferring back there with a heart full of hope that things would be better, and now, in a weird twist of fate, he was back at Dalton, back in the blazer, lying on a Dalton crested blanket in the grounds of the private school on his stomach, arm wrapped securely around his boyfriend's belly as he gazed into his eyes. Just a few moments before, they had both been lying on their backs watching the clouds pass in the blue sky, but then Kurt had rolled over onto his stomach to kiss Blaine slowly and lethargically. Now he was just watching him, the tips of his fingers on his other hand sweeping over some fading yellowing bruising on Blaine's temple and cheek. It had been a week since the injuries occurred; injuries that should never have damn well happened.

"You're my hero, you know that?" he told him. Maybe it was cheesy, but it was true. The McKinley prom had been such a rollercoaster of emotions. Bad, very bad, worse, even more worse, amazing, beautiful, hopeful, and then terrifying. After the ballot fixing to elect Kurt Prom Queen, he had been mortified, but then Blaine stepped into catch him just when he felt like he was about to fall. If only it was the last time Blaine had to play White Knight that evening. The result was under Kurt's fingertips, and the biggest reason why Kurt Hummel again - and for good this time - washed his hands of William McKinley High School and went back to Dalton with his man. As far as he was concerned, this was how it was meant to be.

[POSTING ORDER: Kurt, Blaine, Puck, Mike]

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"This place sounds totally cool" Mike enthused with a grin as he looked at the buildings as they approached in awe. "Dude, just think. If Kurt never came to spy on the Warblers, he wouldn't have met Blaine, and we'd be stuck at McKinley with the wankers forever. Blaine, are you okay, man? I've been totally worrying about you since what happened at prom. I didn't know if you wanted us to bring it up or anything, but are you doing okay? It's gotta be better now Kurt's back here with you right? I feel bad, like we should've all been there to protect you guys."

He nodded, smirking and then gave Puck a companionable shove in the arm. "Dude, don't lie. We all have a mail man. And Kurt's gonna totally lie and say he doesn't, but every dude has one."

Kurt's arm wrapped around Blaine's shoulders protectively then and he softly caressed the nape of Blaine's neck as he watched him intently for his responses to Mike's questions. "He hasn't really been okay, have you?" he murmured. He kissed Blaine's temple and then moved on to rub his back. "Come on, Mike and Puck are a couple of our closest friends, and they're obviously here at Dalton to stay. Unless, of course, Puck gets expelled for being a douche," he added with a smirk. "But it's okay to tell them how you really are, you know."

He just gave a small sniff. "Actually, I do have a mailman," he revealed lightly, but with a finality in his tone that clearly said 'And I'm never telling you what it is, bitches, so don't bother asking'. "Look who I'm dating. Of course I do."

Blaine gave a small shrug and cleared his throat in embarrassment. "It just brought back a lot of memories, that's all. Plus, it's sort of hard to deal and pretend you're okay when your head is hurting like a fucking bitch. I'll be fine. I'm glad I was there, I wouldn't change it for anything. But yeah, I'm definitely glad Kurt's back here at Dalton with me. Beyond glad."

He just listened, awed, and then did a small double-take at Kurt when he said that. Kurt had a mailman? Okay, that was really totally hot. "You do? Really?" But then he just beamed at Kurt's compliment and grinned bashfully, looking down at his shoes, clearly pleased he boyfriend found him that attractive. "I don't have one. I mean, I literally just have cold showers."

"Dude, I wanted to fuck those dudes up" Puck said angrily. He didn't reveal that he'd managed to get one of them a mouth full of dirt before Figgins had shown up and forced them to break it up. That hadn't been too long before things went to hell for him at McKinley, too. He had just been so angry and hurt about how things had gone and how not one single adult had bothered to give a fuck about Blaine when he really needed for them to.

"From what they tell me," Puck said, still clearly denying having a mailman of his own. "If you think about your mailman, it calms you down enough so you can keep making out or whatever...."

Mike looked from Blaine to Puck and then back again before glancing at Kurt to see how he was responding to the topic of conversation. It had been really full-on what went down after prom. The whole prom queen thing had been intense enough, but Kurt and totally pwned that and everything thought it was going to be okay. Boy, had they been wrong. Blaine copped the whole brunt, the homophobic bastards blaming him for Kurt being even more gay than ever. It was sick, and Mike literally felt nauseated thinking about it. "Puck, you can't risk juvie again," he pointed out quietly. "In fact, I'm pretty glad you didn't get there until after the fact, even if you lost it a bit when you saw Blaine was so hurt..."

"Not always, though," he had to add as a disclaimer. Seriously, his mailman only had about a 70% success rate these days.

"None of the students should have been out in the parking lot at that time of night without supervision anyway," Kurt stated, pressing his lips together. It was a sore point. If there had been more lighting and teacher escorts, none of those assholes would have pulled what they did in the school parking lot. He was furious how hurt Blaine managed to get and right there on the grounds of McKinley. It had been what sealed the deal with him coming back to Dalton and after seeing Blaine's face in the wake of the altercation, Burt and Carole had no protests about the request at all.

There was a small huffy snort and a shake of his head as Kurt rolled his eyes. "Is all you lot think about is sex? There is more to life, you know. Like romance. Romance is amazing. It's not all about sex. I will concede that, yes, sometimes the male body is hardly cooperative, but you're all talking like you can't even do your pants up without... without..." He waved his hand. "Instant pleasure."

Blaine just bit his lip and held his hand up. "It's okay, Puck," he mumbled quietly. Like he wanted any of his friends to land in prison or arrested because of him. Sure, at the time, he had been a mess. He coped by pretty much just shutting down to cop it, but luckily Mr Schue and Figgins arrived to break it up before Blaine got seriously hurt. Kurt's attempts to stop it had fallen on deaf ears, but it had been his screaming for help that stopped Blaine getting anything more than a concussion. He had just been terrified. When push came to shove, despite knowing boxing, it was just emotional reaction. "It was just one of those things. It's not like we're not aware that stuff can happen..." And then some.

Oh god, and now Kurt was talking about erections. Maybe not in so many words, but he was definitely implying and Blaine had to internally battle not to think about Kurt with an erection so he didn't need to bust out a mailman of his own right then and there. Yes, he had felt Kurt through his trousers when they made out. They felt each other, but Blaine hadn't seen it yet, but boy did he want to. He felt a faint heat creep into his cheeks and tried to will it away. "I guess that's why we need an avenue of, um... relief," he offered, aiming for nonchalance.

Puck abruptly shut his mouth. Blaine didn't need to know that several times over the last little while, he'd almost gone back to juvie... If he'd kept it up for another few months, he would've gotten a one-way ticket to big boy prison, too. He knew that much, but he was hoping like hell that Dalton was going to help things. It was more straightlaced than McKinley, but then again, there was zero tolerance for dickheads like the guys at McKinley who'd done this to Blaine, so he probably wouldn't find himself quite so pissed off here in general. "Yeah, I know," Puck replied. "It just..." Sucks, he was going to say, but there was really no point. The knowledge that it sucked was shared by everyone involved in this conversation, so... It hardly mattered to say it.

"Yep," Puck said with a grin. "Come on, Kurt," Puck said with a grin. "Tell us what your mailman is!"

"Standing in the light of your halo, I got my angel now."

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