A/N: I'm trying to see where this is leading. I don't have a beta-reader for this yet so if anyone is willing to do so, I will be so grateful. So all errors in this are my mistakes.

DISCLAIMERl: I DO NOT OWN GLEE. I'M NOT RYAN MURPHY. I ONLY FOLLOW CHRIS COLFER AND DARREN CRISS ON TWITTER SO TECHNICALLY THEY DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM. KURT BELONGS TO BLAINE AND VICE VERSA. I ALSO DO NOT OWN THE GAVEL WES USED TO TORMENT THE WARBLERS.

"I wish I didn't have to take that calculus exam," Wes groaned, lagging behind David. "All that questions are combusting my brains. Spontaneous combustion. I knew that's not just a myth…" he grumbles in annoyance.

David rolled his eyes, waiting for his best friend to catch up with him as they continued their way down the hallways where students rushed everywhere to get to their respective classes. Since today was the last day for the seniors' exams, they were allowed to leave the campus early.

"That's what she said," David replied, grinning. Wes shot him a glare. It's enough that Blaine was smitten by the spy, now David was quoting him?

"Come on, Wesley. Cheer up," David patted Wes's back. "We know you always got perfect 4.0 GPA, you don't have to worry about anything."

"Easy for you to say, I'm not some mathematical genius like someone," Wes groaned, he was really worried he if he didn't do well in that exam. His perfect record would be ruin, his position as the Warbler's member council, the dorm prefect; everything would ruin.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, dude." David smiled. "Let's invite Blaine for some late lunch today, what do you say? I heard some really good restaurant near the Westerville Lake."

"That's a good idea! We barely talk to Blaine nowadays, he was always on the run," Wes frowned; he took out his Blackberry to text Blaine when he was almost knocked down by a force that came from the corner.

"Hey! Watch where you're… Blaine?" Wes and David blinked as Blaine scrambled to stand up and apologized furiously.

"Wow, take it easy Blainey, where's the fire?" David asked good-humored. Blaine was too distracted to notice that.

"Sorry, Wes. Got to go, see you guys later." And he took off to the end of the hallways towards the register office.

Wes jumped up and snatched David's wrist as he followed Blaine, completely forgetting the rules of 'No running in the hallways' that he usually used on other students.

"Wait! Blaine! Don't you dare escape! You need to do some explanation for us, you little Hobbit!"

"I can't hear you! Lalalala!" Blaine was surprisingly fast for someone his height, his legs stretch far because of his lighter gravitational force and low center point. Damn him and his running ability.

"Blaine!"

The students didn't dare to stand in their ways, clearing out the route for them and continue to their daily routines as if the incident of a prefect with his best friend who is also the council member of one of the most influential club in the school chasing their lead soloist of the said most influential club was a daily occurrence to the life of Dalton. The trio reached the office as Blaine burst opens the door and stood there. Wes and David failed to stop as they crashed into Blaine and toppled in front of the door where a certain young man gasped in shock.

"Dammit Wes, work on your brake more will ya!" David groaned. Wes flailed his arms around his head and tried to get David off of him. Blaine was crushed beneath the two elder boys.

"…Are you guys all right?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're…" David looked up begrudgingly and his pupil widened. He immediately stood and stared at the boy in front of him who was wearing bright yellow jacket and a matching yellow all-weather boots. There's only one person that would wear such extravagant in the private school and had Blaine running like a tornado chasing after him. (Well, technically... Can he and Wes be the said tornado?)

"…Kurt?"

"Hello, David. Way too make an entrance," Kurt smirked and glanced at the other two boys who were trying to get off the floor.

"We didn't know you were going to come to visit." David ignored his friends. "Not as a spy again, I hope?" He teased, walked closer to Kurt to avoid the struggling boys and smiled.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him. "With this outfit? Nah, I'll make better impression than this." He gestured down at his striking clothes. David nodded in agreement.

"Kurt? Is that you?" Wes finally managed to untangle himself from Blaine and was now looking up and down the McKinley student. He recognized him immediately. Seriously, who didn't? He and David had taken a liking to the boy since he first came to Dalton and watched them performed 'Teenage Dream'. Both seniors found Kurt Hummel adorable, with his attempt at copying their school uniforms and his comment about inviting him to latte first before beating him up for spying. And the fact that they both noticed about the said boy and Blaine's interaction at 'Teenage Dream' performance was an extra bonus. They immediately decided they should adopt Kurt (but not with the intention of giving Blaine a sibling…. No, far from it). Even though it's a fact that Kurt spend more time with Blaine than with them (except from some certain occasions where Wes and David jumped into Blaine's car randomly without permission when he set off to drive to Lima to either catch some musical theater or watch a movie or have dinner over gay rights conversation (everything with the involvement of Kurt)) but they know they should spend time together more often so they can get to know more about their future-adopted child.

Kurt looked at him, smiled casually and waved at him. Kurt was one of those rare people that never looked at Wes and David as if they're insane. (Too much immunity sucks sometimes.)

"What are you doing here?" Wes asked, titling his head to the side.

"I invited him over," Blaine dusted his uniform in slight grimace and glared hard at Wes who tried to touch his messed up gel-hair. "I didn't have time to go to Lima for the past few days since the teachers had been giving me extra assignments, so I asked if we can hang out here today."

"Don't believe a thing he said, he just wants me to help him with his French essay." Kurt rolled his eyes and took the messenger bag he left on the waiting couch.

Blaine grinned at him. "You caught me."

Wes made a gag sound. "Just stop with the sugar-coated gay sweetness and get married, will you?"

David glared at Wes. "That's not nice, Wes."

Blaine surpassed a relieved sigh at his sane best friend. "Thank you, David."

"Duh… They have to make out and have sex like rabbit and make gay-babies first before that, obviously." David crossed his arms, looking smug. Blaine's smile faded as he slapped his forehead in regret while Wes laughed, rolling on the floor, literally.

"…I thought I'm the one with crazy friends." Kurt deadpanned.

"You're wrong, Kurtie-boy." David came up to Kurt's side as Blaine dodged Wes's attempt at catching his ankle to stop his rolling. "We maybe private school peeps, but no one said we're not crazy." He grinned a Cheshire-cat grin. "You did hear there's a thin line between genius and insanity, right?"

"Yes, but I thought Wes was the only one with that example."

David let out a hearty laugh. "I like you, pretty boy!" he slapped Kurt's back as the smaller boy winced heavily at the contact. Surely, that caught Blaine's attention when he kicked Wes to the side of the room. David noticed it too.

"Dude, are you okay?" David retrieved his hand back, watching as the silent pain crossed Kurt's feature as the fashionista tried to give him a reassuring smile.

"Yes, yes, just… a bit surprise, really."

"Are you sure?" David tried to touch Kurt's back again but he quickly flinched away in horror, leaving David with his arm half-raised. Blaine frowned and strode to stand at Kurt's side in less than 0.2 seconds, while Wes had stopped rolling and gave Kurt a suspicious look.

"Hey, it's fine. It's just me…-us." Blaine said gently, touching Kurt's arm. "What's wrong, Kurt?"

Kurt shook his head and subtly avoided his back with anything within physical touch, even with his bag. "I'm completely fine. Shall we go?"

"Kurt." Blaine spoke again, this time with stern. "Please, tell me. You know I wouldn't tell. Well, we wouldn't tell. You can trust us. Kurt?"

Kurt nibbled on his lips, he didn't want for his new friends to be worried. He didn't even tell his friends in New Directions about it (well, the truth is no one in the New Directions even noticed it), how could he spill something like that to the trio?

Wes got on his feet and walked to Kurt without his knowing. He came behind Kurt and put a pressure on the boy's back with his palm. Kurt immediately winced and jumped from the contact. He turned and looked at Wes with wide eyes.

Honestly, Wes never had seen someone look so scared and terrified in his life. It's almost as bad as the time when he casually mentioned to Kurt about Dalton's policy: Everyone's got treated the same. Kurt's face was heartbreaking.

Kurt's face awoke both Wes and David's paternal instinct.

And obviously Blaine's not-so-mentor-instinct.

Wes looked at Blaine. Blaine caught the signal as he clasped his hand around Kurt's wrist and literally pulled him into the nearest bathroom. Kurt let out quite a loud squeal and tried to push back at the sudden contact, his arms flailed aimlessly and his messenger bag dropped from his shoulder, only to be caught by David who also understood the signal as he and Wes trailed behind the other two.

When they finally reached the bathroom, Blaine led him to the sinks, leaving Wes and David to deal with locking the bathroom door. Kurt had finally stopped struggling and frowned at the way Blaine dragged him and pulled his wrist away from the tenor.

"What was that for?" he asked, crossing his arms with his famous 'bitch glare'. Blaine didn't feel any less threatened; Wes and David walked to them as David set Kurt's bag on the bench provided at the bathroom (no one bothers to point out how there's an existence of a bench in the boy's bathroom, by the way).

"Your back," Wes pointed out, rhetorically.

Blaine nodded and took Kurt's hands into his with so much gentleness as if one sudden move would break him into pieces. Kurt winced inwardly at the mental-image; he hated to be weak.

Thus, he didn't want his friends to know, especially if one of the friends are the boy he seemed to have crushed on.

"Kurt, we need to see your back." Blaine stared straight into his eyes as he lifted his right hand to cupped Kurt's face. "I promise we wouldn't say anything, or do anything. We just want to make sure you're okay."

"No-it's… It's fine. Nothing I can't handle." Kurt replied stubbornly. "I assure you nothing is wrong. I'm fine."

"Kurt, you looked like a deer caught in headlight when someone touched you back," David chimed in, frowning with worried. "I wouldn't call that fine."

"It's- It's nothing, okay? It's not that bad, and it didn't hurt that much anymore…" the moment that came out Kurt felt like he was digging a deeper grave for himself. And he should learn to keep his mouth shut.

"Kurt," Blaine called him, sternly. He obviously heard the word 'hurt'. "Take off your clothes. We need to see your back." Then his voice turned gentle again. "Don't you trust me?"

Kurt looked up from their intertwined fingers to Blaine's serene face.

"…Promise me you guys wouldn't say anything."

Wes made a cross over his chest. "I swear upon my gavel collection."

David's eyes grew in almost comical way. "Dude, you got him to swear over his gavel collection, he's serious!"

Kurt chuckled lightly as Blaine glanced at his friends with half-gratitude, half-annoyed.

"Fine," Kurt sighed and shrugged off his jacket and David took it from him immediately, knowing how much Kurt values his clothes and decided letting Wes take it was really, really not a good idea.

Then Kurt pulled off his black sweater, hesitantly pulling at the hem of his under shirt. Blaine took his hand again and gave him a reassuring smile. Kurt closed his eyes, took a deep breath before taking off his shirt completely to reveal a pale, skinny body with toned arms. The bathroom was dark, but the light coming from the small window is enough for the three of them to see the radiant glow from the little body.

But Blaine didn't have the time to appreciate (or drool) at the wonderful view as the three of them noticed the reason why Kurt avoided physical touch; his back was now exposed completely, showing the number of bruises forming on the skin. Some of them are old bruises, some are new and fresh. A short slash was shown on Kurt's spine. There are some angry reds marking his waistline. His shoulders seemed to support some light bruises too, but most of them are fading. The raw reds were making a big contrast on the pale, white skin.

The three of them restrained themselves from saying anything, just because they remember their promises not to say anything to Kurt. Deep inside, their anger was reaching to the boiling point. David's knuckles fisted around Kurt's clothes enough to wrinkle; Kurt probably murders him for this, but he didn't mind. He can replace Kurt's clothes with even bigger designers. He was just trying hard to hold his tongue and held his hands from reaching to his phone to sent assassins to whoever did this to Kurt. Wes was standing in shock. His eyes was so huge they might popped out from its' sockets. He bit his lips not to burst outin anger, holding back tears of frustration. Wes looked over to Blaine.

Blaine had laid his arms around Kurt's head and buried him on his chest, careful not to touch any of those injuries. Wes swore he heard sniffles on Blaine's chest and knew that Kurt was trying hard not to cry. Blaine's voice echoed in whispers throughout the silence of the bathroom, gently whispering sweet nothings into the younger boy's ear. Even though his voice was melodic and kind, his eyes are far from that. Wes and David had known him for two years, and yet they never seen Blaine's eyes like this; they were hard and cold, blazing fire of anger was perfectly reflected in those hazel eyes, with a bit of grey of guilt and sadness clouded over.

"…I'll be right back." Wes nodded to Blaine and walked off, closing the door behind him.

Kurt glanced behind his back, face still buried in the warmth of Blaine. "Where did he go?"

"Something to help you," David chimed in helpfully, having understood his friend's behavior over the past few years.

"Now Kurt, I want you to sit here," Blaine motioned to the bench. "And relax, okay. Do you want to talk about it?"

"… None of my friends know. They didn't even notice. I come here to forget about it," Kurt sighed, his hands rested on his laps, looking up from Blaine's shoulders. "I just want to freakin' forget about it." He buried his face deeper to hide his tears. Blaine nodded in understatement, running his hand in Kurt's hair.

"I understand. We understand. You don't have to tell us anything. Just let it go."

David just stood there, watching as Blaine comforted the trouble kid. Trouble was not good enough word, devastated should be more likely. He still couldn't believe that they found bruises on Kurt's back. His skin was so pale; some of them might even leave permanent scars. If this is what it would be at public schools, he was so glad he didn't have the chance to experience it. He had always been a Dalton boy, even when he was a kid and attending one of London's prestigious boarding schools, he just knew one day he will fulfill the legacy of his family to go to Dalton.

"…Karofsky shoved me to the lockers again," David heard Kurt's murmur quietly only for Blaine to hear. "It was extra hard this time, I fell to the floor, and I couldn't stand, it hurts so badly." He sniffed. "There was even a bit blood from the lash that I saw when I checked my back in the girl's bathroom. Probably caught on the locker's knob or something."

David noticed Kurt probably forgot about him being there, seeing he didn't even glance his way and only stared at Blaine while Blaine cooed at him. He didn't mind though, Kurt need comforting and that's what Blaine was giving him. At least now he got a name. What is it again? Kadorvy? No… Kangaroo? Nah that's Trent's favorite animal… Karofsky? Yes, that's the one.

Then the door burst open and Wes came in running with something in his hand. The others looked up to him. Wes walked straight to Kurt and Blaine and dropped a number of creams and bottles on the bench.

"I have no idea which to pick, so I took all of them," Wes said sheepishly. Blaine eyed the bottles and smiled. Some are 'pain-control' pills, antibiotics, flanils, and some medication creams. David also smiled, having known where Wes gone earlier.

Kurt was trying to hold back his tears, again. "Wes…"

"Hey, hey don't look at me like that. Oh shit, you're going to cry aren't you? Please don't!" Wes flailed around in panic-mode. Kurt chuckled as David and Blaine rolled eyes at their friend's antic.

"Come on, turn around. I'm going to put these on your back." Blaine started to take the creams and read the labels. Kurt looked at him in hesitant.

"You don't have to, really. I didn't ask for your pity, Blaine." Kurt frowned, starting to make a move of retrieving his shirt. David held it far from him.

"Who said any of us pity you, Kurt?" David grinned at Kurt's shocked face when David didn't give him back his clothes.

"That's right, we're only trying to help you with those," Wes pointed at his back. "It's not good to leave them like that. They might scar." Its Wes's turn to grin at Kurt's horrified face.

"No they won't," Blaine glared hard at his friends. "Besides, I have experience in this. I do play football, you know." He smiled as Kurt turned to him, shocked. "Trust me, okay?"

"That's right; Blaine is really good with his hands." Wes burst into fit of laughter as he dodged the bottles being thrown his way by a red-faced Blaine. Thank goodness the bottles were made of plastics.

Kurt blushed too; but he made sure he gave Blaine a sly smirk before turning his back to Blaine. Blaine dares Wes to comment anything with his eyes while he started applying the medicine to Kurt's injuries. Wes smiled angelically back at him, which only made Blaine more suspicious.

They spend a good ten minutes in silence before Wes started pacing in boredom while mumbling about 'should take advantage, stupid Blaine…' (Blaine narrowed his eyes at Wes while trying not to stare at Kurt's naked back). Meanwhile David was examining the clothes Kurt had and whistled in appreciation. Kurt gave him his famous 'bitch-glare' and made deathly threats on how he would chop David's head off his body if he dared to ruin his clothes. David swallowed the bile in his throat. He refused to admit he's scared of the Hummel boy.

Blaine finished up, standing to walk over to the sink to wash his hands as Kurt took his clothes from David, eyed them suspiciously as David rolled his eyes and told him he didn't spray any peppers in the clothes. Kurt smirked and pulled on his attire. He opened his bag and grabbed a comb and a compact mirror as he styled his hair back into perfection.

"So, do you guys want to grab some late lunch?" Wes asked, looking at the others. "I'm hungry and David know this one restaurant…"

Blaine shrugged. "Join us, Kurt?"

"Don't you have homework to do? And that French essay?"

Blaine waved in dismissed. "Ignore that. I'm super-hungry. Come on; let's join us before you go back to Lima."

"Sure, I didn't have any lunch yet anyway."

David looked at him incredulously. "Didn't have lunch yet? Dude, it's almost 4. You drove here on an empty stomach?"

Kurt was amazed at David's outburst. No one had really cared about his eating-habit before, not even Mercedes. And he only met David twice, but the guy had been worrying about him more than his other friends. Well, besides Blaine of course. It was almost... endearing.

"Awesome! Now that's the reason why we should stuff you with food, and lots of it!" Wes jumped and took Kurt's arm and dragged him away to the door. They nearly ran into a teacher who was walking by, and after rambles of apologies and Mr. Walker looked over in confusion at Kurt (because he obviously didn't go to Dalton), Wes continued to drag Kurt to the student's parking lot, much to the other boy's protest.

Blaine and David watched in bewilderment and amusement.

"He certainly likes Kurt." David commented, grinning. Blaine looked over at him and smiled gratefully.

"I'm glad."

"Why don't we try to convince Kurt to transfer to Dalton?" David suggested.

"I don't know… he said once he couldn't afford to come here, what with all those expensive tuition fees and stuffs."

"We can try to get him a scholarship, or the alumni budget."

Blaine opened the door as they walked out of the bathroom into the hallways towards the exit. "You don't think I tried that? Kurt got an amazing voice; he's a countertenor. So I tried to get him a music scholarship but the school's board said he didn't achieve any award for it so that's a no. And then I tried to get him in with his academic scholarship. Whilst he does have quite excellent grades, but the school board didn't approve of academic of McKinley."

"That's tough," David frowned. "And the budget alumni?"

"They said it will only be used after the student is accepted into Dalton and having financial crisis."

"I expect nothing less. This school is pretty prude if you ask me."

They reached the exit and turned to the parking lot where they could see Kurt arguing with Wes about the car-pooling.

"I wish I can do something more." Blaine murmured quietly. "I don't want to see him hurt again."

David silently agreed with him.

...TBC