Blaine's Red Boxing Gloves
Blaine Anderson had become a permanent fixture at the Hudson-Hummel house; so it didn't surprise anyone when he let himself in.
He waved to a cuddled up Burt and Carol before heading up to his boyfriend Kurt's room.
"Hey Kurt," Blaine said entering in the room, leaving the door ajar.
"Hi," Kurt said as he turned to him. "Oh my God! Blaine, what happened to your face?" he asked panicked.
"Oh," Blaine said reaching up to touch his bruised eye. "It's nothing."
"That doesn't look like nothing," Kurt said rushing over to him. He reached out and gingerly touched his boyfriend's face.
"Stop it, Kurt," Blaine said wrenching away. "Don't make a big deal out of it."
"Then tell me what happened to you," Kurt said angrily.
"I got into a fight."
"Why? You know fighting never solves anything."
"What was I supposed to do?" Blaine asked in a raised tone.
"Walk away," Kurt said back harshly.
"So that when I try to "walk away" they attack me and beat my ass anyway," Blaine said rolling his eyes, "pass."
"People can't just hit you."
"I know that, Kurt but fights happen."
"You shouldn't have indulged."
"Spoken like someone who has never been in a fight. Look, I wasn't just going to get beat up. I had to fight back," Blaine said gathering his things. "I'm sorry you don't get that," he said before storming out of the room. When he got in the hallway, he ran into to Kurt's step-brother, Finn Hudson.
"Hey Blaine," he said standing in the open door of his room.
"Where are you going?"
"Home," Blaine said. "Your brother is being... "
"Kurt?" Finn said.
"Yeah. Something like that."
"Well, before you go, come in here for a minute." Blaine nodded and followed Finn into his bedroom. The tall teen closed the door and began rooting through his desk.
"What are you looking for?" Blaine questioned as he tried to peer around him.
"Oh, here it is," Finn said. He pulled out a tiny pair or red and white boxing gloves that hung on a thin gold string.
"What's this?" Blaine asked with a smile, taking it from the much taller boy.
"They're boxing gloves," Finn said smiling. "It's awesome that you're in fight club and since I know the rules of fight club I got this for you."
"Thanks. It's cool."
"Yeah. No problem. I just wanted you to know that your secret is safe."
"I know," Blaine said with a smile. "I knew I could trust you."
"That means a lot. Just every time you look at that, you'll know that wherever I am, I'm keeping your secret," Finn said sincerely.
"Thanks Finn," Blaine said as he gave his boyfriend's brother a massive hug.