Title: Really Out To Get You (Part 1; Prologue)
Author: DapperScript
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 3,200+
Genre: Humor/Romance, Friendship
Summary: Blaine has been out with Kurt and his friends a few times. He loves it; he loves spending time with his boyfriend. There's just one thing... he's pretty damn sure Kurt's friends don't like him.
Spoilers: Season 2
Warnings: Paranoid!Blaine. Not exactly a warning, but if you're looking for "White Knight", this is not it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or 'Bad Romance' by Lady Gaga. Do not sue me, I has no moneys.

Author Notes: Completely an excuse to take Blaine out of his comfort zone. Written for a prompt for the kurt_Blaine community on LiveJournal. Prompt is as follows:

asa_chan: I think most if not all fics have Blaine being the dapper guy he is, accepted by ND, Kurt's family, etc. But what if this is not the case? I want Blaine in trouble.

It was official. Lady Gaga brought him to tears.

Well, perhaps that wasn't entirely true. No, only a few times had Blaine felt his eyes go so wide that they started to sting.

No, it was more like he was abso-fucking-lutely terrified of the woman, and as the semi-haunting "Rah-rah's" started up, Blaine felt himself freeze. The pencil that he'd been tapping rhythmically on his knee stilled and the arm he'd had wrapped loosely around Kurt's waist suddenly fell slack.

There had been a few times in the past that Blaine had actually found Kurt's obsessive-compulsiveness cute. The teen was religious in his moisturizing regime, and he seemed to have a 'kill-on-sight' tick when it came to high-quality clothes sporting wrinkles (Blaine had found he could use that last one to his advantage. Having Kurt fuss with his clothes even if it had been while telling him off had been quite nice.)

He had also once found the fact that Kurt had to answer every phone call or text cute.

Recent events had since killed that love. Now, hearing Lady Gaga launch into the meat of Bad Romance, Blaine startled when Kurt suddenly wriggled off of the couch and made a beeline for his jacket. Without thinking (and, okay, kind of maybe panicking a bit) Blaine muffled a sound in the back of his throat and reached out to grab at Kurt's sleeve before he could get out of range.

The semi-murderous look he was given for grabbing onto what was obviously an expensive shirt let him know he'd be getting an earful later. Quite honestly, at that moment, he didn't care.

"Uh-"

"Blaine, let go. That's my phone," Kurt stated in a much-too-calm tone that Blaine knew either meant trouble, or meant Kurt suspected he had been kicked in the head.

"I know. But, uh, we're..." He paused and glanced down at the papers on his lap. "St-studying! Maybe you can call them back, uh, later…?" Blaine finished sheepishly, flashing what he hoped was a dazzling grin instead of the nervous lip twitch he suspected it really was.

"Right, studying," Kurt deadpanned back, blinking slowly.

Frowning, Blaine subtly tried to curl his fingers tighter in Kurt's sleeve, tugging back as the phone ended its third go through the 'Rah-rah's.

"Well, we are."

"You think that," Kurt drawled back, wrenching his sleeve out of Blaine's fingers. "I'm going to answer my cell and you can keep playing footsie with your pencil."

Blaine blinked down at the pencil still in his left hand, feeling his heart triple its pace as he heard Kurt rummaging through his jacket for his phone. "I was tapping my knee."

"Knee-ie, then," Kurt rolled his eyes, "whatever, I'm taking this."

"But-,"

"Blaine!"

Both eyebrows shooting up as Kurt whirled around to give him The Look, Blaine pressed his lips together visibly and held his hands up in defense. Thankfully, this seemed to be all the reassurance Kurt needed before he turned back to his phone. Kurt cut Gaga off halfway through her last run through of: "Want your bad romance!" and Blaine's hands fell back down onto his thighs, his head tipping back as he felt his stomach begin to twist and turn once again.

To his credit, he only half-listened to Kurt's side of the conversation, instead trying to set up a rhythm with his pencil on his knee once more. His boyfriend had been right – they hadn't actually been studying. Blaine had been trying to work up the nerve to ask Kurt if a bit of making out would be out of the question – something that he normally would have just gone for. That is, he would have gone for it had Kurt not clearly had a bad day as far as the actual Dalton schoolwork had been concerned.

Though he was sure many, many people would argue to the contrary, there were times that Blaine wasn't completely clueless. One look at Kurt's drawn expression and how thin his lips had been pressed when he'd answered the door, and Blaine knew that getting his boyfriend to unwind would be a bit more difficult than he'd hoped for.

A sudden laugh – well, more like a giggle, but Kurt would flay him alive if he even thought that - sounded from across the room, and Blaine tuned in just long enough to take note of the relaxed slope of Kurt's back. His eyes looked brighter, stunning in a way that made Blaine's own tension slide away for a moment.

Okay, so, maybe getting Kurt to unwind wasn't as difficult as he'd assumed it would be. He just needed to talk to his friends, and Blaine understood that much. Even so… he felt that flutter of unease slide back into his chest and his pencil started bouncing off of his knee at a much faster pace.

"Oh my God, he did not," Kurt was saying, looking positively wicked, eyes alight with whatever gossip was being sent his way. "He must be changing before I see him, or something. I want pictures, Mercedes. Lots of them – I will not have that boy throwing on any old thing now. We're family! He officially represents my side of the family as well."

Kurt paused, and Blaine had the sneaking suspicion that if there had been a phone cord around, Kurt would have been twirling it around his fingers. A cute mental image, but Blaine had already begun to shift nervously the very second he'd heard the name "Mercedes" escape lips he suspected he wasn't going to get to kiss that night.

"You make sure to do that. Get me something I can really go to town with and I swear I will drown you in tots, you wonderful woman."

As nervous as he was, Blaine had to chuckle at that. Kurt's friends from New Directions were still really good to him, he couldn't argue that, even after the teen had been at Dalton for so long. That kind of devotion was rare, and he was honestly really glad that Kurt had that to fall back on.

Even so, the very second he heard Kurt chuckle and say: "You too, have a good night," and the cell beep as it powered down, Blaine felt his heart attempt to leap out of his chest through his throat.

He grabbed his most easygoing smile as Kurt turned around again, looking lighter and flushed with pleasure at having talked to his friends once again. Seeing his boyfriend so happy did wonders for Blaine's own attempt at a smile, even if he already knew what was coming (and thus his smile was a bit crooked still.)

Ever the gentleman, Blaine once again held out the arm that had held Kurt back only moments before. Kurt seemed to consider it for a second before he rolled his eyes in a much more good-natured manner and settled back on the couch, pressing up against Blaine's side. Obediently, Blaine curled his fingers around Kurt's side, allowing his arm to relax once more as they settled back into their impromptu cuddling-but-not-making-out-session.

Or rather, they would have had Kurt not sent Blaine the most heart-melting smile and set his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"That was Mercedes. She was calling to make sure we were still coming over on Friday. Apparently Finn has been committing some serious crimes against clothing while I've been away. Clearly this needs to be put down before anyone gets too attached to it and I believe it will take more than just one – admittedly fabulous – gay boy to do it. You're up for it, hm?"

Even though the lilt at the end made it clear that it had not been a question, Blaine felt his resolve waver a bit. He looked everywhere but Kurt's eyes for a few seconds (which really meant that he had to stare at his boyfriend's hair lest the lips distract him), trying not to let his smile waver at all.

"Uhm...we, uh… we have a lot of homework, you know."

"Oh please," Kurt scoffed, sliding his chin down so he could instead press his cheek to Blaine's shoulder. "You've got it covered on your end, and all I need is to find an upscale mall to try on clothes until I bleed fabric softener. Then I'll be right as rain to finish the weekend's work, don't you worry. It'll be fun!"

"Uh, yeah..." Blaine trailed off, chuckling in a way that he instantly winced over. That had sounded far too avoidant even to his own ears, and he could almost see the suspicion suddenly jump into Kurt's eyes.

He suddenly had his boyfriend's undivided attention for the first time that night, and he kind of wished the couch would swallow him whole.

Suddenly finding the ceiling a fascinating piece of architecture, Blaine shrugged the shoulder that wasn't laden down with suspicious boyfriend. "I'm, having a bit of an issue with, uh, math, you see. I may actually need the weekend to… you know… study. "

"Blaine. You showed me your last test; Wes all but bitched you out for getting a higher mark than he did." Kurt frowned, his fingers drumming on Blaine's thigh in a way that would have been completely awesome had it not been due to the look he was being given. "What's going on? Do you not want to spend time with me, or something?"

Once again, Blaine was no idiot. He heard the slightly unsure lilt beyond the superior drawl that escaped Kurt's lips. He straightened instantly, making sure to look directly into Kurt's eyes. "No, no that is not it at all, I promise."

"Well..." Kurt frowned deeper, but Blaine was pleased to note that the insecurity seemed to have abated, "then what is it?"

Letting out a sigh that puffed his cheeks out in a way he hadn't intended, Blaine resisted the deep-set-urge he had to rake his fingers back through his hair. It was still gelled down in place so he knew he'd be unable to do so, but the nervous gesture still niggled at him.

"Um..."

"Blaine, seriously. What is it? You know you can talk to me, right?"

"Sure, yes, of course I do. It's just..."

Kurt tipped his head to the side and Blaine felt a rush of affection cloud his nerves at the way Kurt's cheek squished a bit as it met his shoulder. "Just…?"

Just. Right. Blaine swallowed, his inward worries rearing their heads for the umpteenth time that week.

"It's… it's just, uh. Your friends, your, um… family-"

"What," Kurt began, drawing back to semi-glare at his boyfriend.

Sensing the danger before it had even managed to fully raise its head, Blaine quickly let go of his pencil and held up his free hand, pulling Kurt closer to his side. "Your friends and family are awesome, Kurt, please hear me out?" He frowned imploringly, "please?"

Though clearly still unsure and on the defensive, Kurt nodded, his brows drawn down suspiciously. There was no verbal answer. That, more than anything else was what eventually loosened Blaine's lips.

The shorter teen let out a deep, heavy sigh, glancing to the ceiling again. "I don't think they like me."

"What?" Kurt scoffed, arching an eyebrow incredulously. "Shut up, of course they do."

"No, um..." Blaine shifted, 'awkward' all but rolling off of him in waves. "Seriously. I don't think they like me, Kurt. … That Rachel girl, for instance."

Kurt blinked, falling just shy of frowning. "What about her?"

"You know a few weeks ago when we all met up for coffee?"

"I seem to recall something of the sort, yes. What about it?"

"Well," Blaine began only to trail off. His hand had come very close to trying to rake back through his hair and he stubbornly set it on his thigh, sending it a half-glare of sorts. He paused to collect his thoughts.

Unfortunately – or perhaps very fortunately – 'collecting his thoughts' seemed to take a hair too long for Kurt. Instead of rolling his eyes or sighing imperiously, however, Blaine gave a small start as he felt his boyfriend's fingers curl over the hand on his thigh.

The gentle reassurance was equal parts embarrassing as it was genuinely reassuring. On one hand – Blaine knew that he must have been projecting 'insecure' like anything for Kurt to have openly offered his brand of support. (Hand holding: Kurt had shyly confided in him once about the special significance it had for him, and ever since, Blaine had been careful to make sure to never take that for granted.) On the other hand, having Kurt's silent support really did mean a lot to him and he drew himself up a bit more with a longer breath.

"Okay, well… see, when you went out to get the order… I don't know." He frowned, falling just shy of fidgeting again. "It left me alone with Mercedes and Rachel. And, uh, it was kind of awkward without you there, yeah, and then when I tried to, you know… talk to them, they just..."

"Just…?" Kurt prompted again.

Sighing again, Blaine shifted in his seat. He was seriously not good at expressing himself – even when it was as simple as repeating what someone had said to him.

"Just... I tried to compliment Rachel on her outfit, but before I got halfway through, she, uh..."

"Cut you off and cut in?" Kurt drawled, sounding a lot like he'd been expecting this.

Blaine blinked. "Um, if you want to—Yeah, in a matter of speaking. Kind of..."

"That's Rachel, Blaine. If she's not being nosy and self-centered, then let me know. Trust me, that is completely normal."

"But, uh, she... she seemed pretty angry at me."

Instead of raking his fingers back through his hair, Blaine paused to squeeze Kurt's hand, taking some solace in the act even if Kurt wasn't exactly listening. Well...no, no he was likely listening just fine. Blaine just wasn't communicating – something he found to be an issue more than he'd like to admit.

Advice was all well and good when he was giving it to someone else.

"Again, completely normal." Kurt huffed a soft laugh of sorts and leaned in against Blaine's shoulder. "But for the sake of this conversation and my curiosity, what did she say?"

Blinking, Blaine allowed his mind to drift back to the day in question and his lips pulled into an awkward soft of grimace. "Um, well..."

"Let's get a few things straight here." Rachel had cut in, glaring. "One, I do not need your comments on my clothing. If I wanted an opinion like the one you undoubtedly have, there are plenty of Cheerios to go to. Two, Don't Cry For Me, Argentina is an amazing song selection! It is Evita, and better than any song your club could have come up with."

"Wh- I-I wasn't going t-"

"And thirdly, you may just have Kurt wrapped around your little finger right now, but let's make one thing very clear. If any of us find out that anyone in your school – yourself included – even considers turning 'Karofsky' on Kurt-"

"We will cut you. Personally. You feelin' us?" Mercedes had cut in, her voice dark enough to limit Blaine to only a clipped nod and a thick swallow. "Good. Don't think you can waltz all in here and win us over like you did Kurt. Boy's been through enough, you hear me? Make sure it doesn't get any worse, or else."

Before Blaine could find his voice and reassure both very distrusting females that his intentions were nothing but pure, Kurt had slipped back in with a whine heavy in his voice.

"The drinks won't carry themselves, you know. Get up and help, you lazy idiots."

The flurry of smiles and normal had caught Blaine by surprise. So much so that he honestly thought he'd imagined the whole thing – up until he'd received matching glares from Rachel and Mercedes upon Kurt's back turning.

He'd known then that he was in deep shit.

There was no way in hell that he could tell Kurt all of that. Blaine knew better than most just how sensitive and uncomfortable Kurt was when Karofsky's influence was brought up. It was something his boyfriend was slowly getting better with, but he couldn't just bring up the name and ruin that curious little smile on Kurt's lips.

He just couldn't.

"Well," he started again, fidgeting despite himself. "Rachel mentioned something about Cheerios and her clothes. She seemed pretty upset... and then something about 'Don't Cry For Me, Argentina'?"

While he was expecting Kurt to skim over the importance of the details, he was not expecting his boyfriend to chuckle at that. Blaine frowned. "What?"

"Again, Blaine. That's Rachel. She was the one who told me to sing that song – she probably took it personally that the Warblers didn't appreciate her 'superior genius'."

Blaine highly doubted that – the woman had looked scary. "Um, maybe." He paused, then added in a questioning tone: "Mercedes said she would cut me…?"

"And that, my dear Mr. Anderson, is Mercedes." Kurt rolled his eyes but the implied 'idiot' wasn't really a sting when Blaine felt the teen's thumb brush comfortingly over his hand. "You're just one of the gang, now, I'm sorry to say. You and all the crazy that goes with it."

Kurt reached up with his free hand after a brief shift in position, smiling in a pseudo-coy manner. He flicked Blaine on the forehead, grinning. "Welcome to the club. I'd say we've got jackets, but that seems kind of redundant considering the uniform dress code."

Even with the way his stomach was still twisting in unease, Blaine still smiled at the sour face Kurt pulled after that statement. "Still not growing on you?"

"'Uniformity' and 'Kurt Hummel' do not mix, I'll have you know."

"Oh, I believe it," Blaine grinned back, his face lighter now even with the impending doom on the horizon. "You are much too fabulous for that."

"Oh, you know it." Kurt winked quickly.

Before Blaine could gather his thoughts again, Kurt interrupted them completely by leaning in. The kiss that slid over his lips was sweet, and chaste, and shy, and had no right making his whole world tunnel vision in on the wonder that was his boyfriend. He could have at least held out until Kurt did that nip-kiss to his lower lip that set his breathing all askew, but the mass of uncertainty and worry that had been plaguing him ever since he'd heard the ringtone meant he was apparently easy to please that night.

Besides, Kurt's lips were soft and warm. The taller teen fit right against him and gave his hand a smaller squeeze as he pulled away, only to set his forehead against Blaine's, smiling.

"They like you just fine, don't worry, okay? Come with me on Friday, you'll see."

Even if worry did indeed shoot up at the mention of 'Friday', Blaine couldn't bring himself to even begin to argue when Kurt looked at him so earnestly. Those gorgeous blue eyes would be the death of him, he was sure.

"Yeah," he swallowed, mustering up a smile in return, "Friday. Wouldn't miss it."