Story: It Ain't Hard Trying Summary: Kurt seeks out Karofsky after his dance with Blaine. After helping him, Kurt and Blaine don't want to leave each other. As they head to Blaine's house, their relationship changes and Blaine must show Kurt both the sexual and the romantic side of their love.

Pairing: Klaine Warnings: Some Dom/Sub, male on male sex, blowjobs, rimming, cursing. And a sappy little ending.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Glee, or the music.

A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot, but at 19 page one-shot is way too long. So I broke it down into chapters. Possible sequel to this, not sure.

Chapter One- A Kind Heart

He doesn't know why or how he got there, but he's standing just inside the locker room door and he can hear the sobs coming from the back of the room. Blaine raises an eyebrow at him and he mouths the word, Karofsky. Blaine nods in understanding and suddenly they are walking hand in hand, getting closer and closer to the sound of the sobs. "Dave," Kurt whispered softly.

Karofsky is sitting in the back of the room in front of a locker that he had obviously been punching with gusto. Splatters of blood are on the locker face and Karofsky's hand is a bloody mess. Seeing the sight of his fist has put Blaine on edge and he tightens the grip on Kurt's hand. He doesn't need to whisper the words in his head; Blaine knows Kurt can tell that he thinks this is an infinitely bad idea. "What do you want?"

"To apologize," Kurt said softly. He doesn't move closer or even move at all. Blaine can barely tell if the countertenor is even breathing at this point. A small breeze, probably from the air conditioner, gently ruffles the kilt around Kurt's knees. "I've been saying for weeks you need to come out and I didn't think about how much you might have felt like I was pressuring you. I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry."

Blaine thinks Karofsky should be lucky that Kurt even speaks to him, let alone comes to find him and apologizes. It makes Blaine remember all the reasons why he fell in love with Kurt, how big and amazing the boy's heart was. He squeezes Kurt's hand again, this time in a gentle way. Kurt smiles up at him and the reaction is not missed by the large boy sitting on the bench. "How do you do it?" Kurt turned away from Blaine and looks at Karofsky, who's crying has stopped and who's hand is swollen nearly half its normal size.

"What do I do?" Kurt lets Blaine's hand go and moves away from them, towards the first aid kit sitting just outside the football couch's office door.

"Be so brave," Karofsky says in a whisper the other boys almost can't hear. Blaine thinks it's amazing that this boy, who tormented Kurt, is suddenly aware of how absolutely astonishing Kurt's courage is. He also wonders if Karofsky realizes that he forced Kurt to become that strong.

Kurt returns from behind them, hands filled with peroxide, bandages, and a rag. He looks up at Blaine who just nods slightly. Kurt moves carefully as he takes a seat in front his former bully, sitting the items down between them. He doesn't know why, but Karofsky lets him take his hand and begin to clean it slowly. "I'm not brave," Kurt says and receives the sound of a scoff from Blaine. "I'm not; I ran away, remember?"

"You were forced to leave," Blaine said. He doesn't say it, but the accusation for the boy sitting in front of Kurt hangs in the air.

"I am truly sorry," he says to Blaine.

"We know," Blaine says but it's clear by his tone that he isn't as forgiving as Kurt is. Too much pain lives in Blaine's past for him to easily accept Karofsky.

Kurt pours a small amount of peroxide onto Karofsky's hand and the boy flinches. "You are brave," he says to him. "Hell, you are sitting in an empty locker room with the person who made your life hell. You wore a fucking skirt to prom, and you got up on that stage and told everyone who voted for you that they could basically fuck off."

"I have help being brave," Kurt said and he looked up to smile at his boyfriend. "Some things are just too big to handle alone."

Blaine takes the rag Kurt hands him and throws it in the hamper as Kurt moves to wrapping Karofsky's hand up. "If I came out, everything would change."

"Why?" Blaine said, leaning up against the lockers. "Being gay doesn't change who you are. You've already lost the tough guy image when you started the Bully Whips with Santana…"

"A practice I hope you two keep up," Kurt adds quickly.

"We will," he says, "or at least I will. I'm not sure if Santana will keep it up now that she's lost Prom Queen."

"Why did Santana want Prom Queen anyway? She doesn't seem like the type to care." Kurt asked.

Dave laughed. "She wanted to win so that she could tell Brittany that by royal decree she was obligated to dump Artie and come out with her."

"Santana's gay!" Blaine yelped out, and then covered his mouth in embarrassment. "I mean, I so called that."

Kurt finished wrapping Dave's hand and handed the bandages to Blaine. "All finished," Kurt said. "You really should invest in a punching bag or something. One that isn't made of metal or flesh maybe."

"Thanks," Dave said to them both. "I guess I should get back to my date." He stood up and walked away from them. Just as he was reaching the door he turned back. "Nice outfit Hummel," and he slipped out the door.

Kurt caught Blaine's eyes and both of them busted out laughing. "At least someone appreciates my kilt," Kurt said defensively.

Blaine moved in autopilot and suddenly he had Kurt pressed up against the lockers. "Do I need to show you how much I appreciate that kilt?" He growled under his breath before kissing Kurt hard.

Kurt's knees were going to give; he just knew that he was about to crumble to the floor. Blaine must have sensed it because suddenly there was no space between his body and Blaine's body and it was the only thing keeping him standing. Their tongues fought for dominance and Kurt finally let Blaine control the kiss. Too soon they had to break to breath and Blaine was trailing open mouth kisses down Kurt's neck. "Blaine," he hissed out as the shorter boy nipped softly at his collarbone.

"We should stop," Blaine said as he ran his hands down Kurt's sides. "If we don't stop now, I don't think I will be able to stop later. And I really don't want to ravish you in the locker room."

Blaine pulled away from his body and as Kurt predicted, his legs gave out under him. He slid down the lockers and looked up at Blaine. His boyfriend's eyes were dark, darker than Kurt had ever seen them before. His hands were balled into fists and he looked as if it was taking every ounce of self-control to keep him from coming back over to Kurt. "It'd be just like those damn porn movies," Kurt said with a sigh. "Two teenage boys exploring…"

"Don't finish that sentence Kurt," Blaine hissed out. "If I come back over there, it will be a porn movie in here. And you aren't, no matter how much I know you want to," he said at the tent in the boy's kilt, "ready for that."

"What if I am?" Kurt gathered his strength and stood, leaning back against the lockers.

"Then we'll go back to my house," Blaine said, "and we'll see how far you can go before it becomes too much. But you have to make me a promise, leave all that courage here. If you go home with me now, I want you to be levelheaded. I want you to really think and absorb what we are doing. And the moment, the moment, things get to out of hand, you have to stop me. Because I don't want to pressure you into doing anything and I'm afraid if you don't think straight I'll manipulate you into doing it."

"You worry too much," Kurt said as he walked over to his boyfriend and took his hand. "I appreciate that you care so much but I'll know if I reach a limit. I'd like to find out if you'd reach one first," and he kissed Blaine.