By the time Blaine pulled up in front of the Hummel's, he was in full blown tears. His eyes were bloodshot red, his lips were quivering & his cheek was starting to swell from where Puck had punched him. He jumped out of his car and ran up the pathway up to the front porch & started pounding his fist on the door. Tears streamed down his face & all he needed was for Kurt to comfort him. He pounded on the door harder, without any thought as to whether or not Kurt's father was in. Then the front door pulled open and Kurt stood there at the door frame, looking pale & tired. The sight of Kurt threw him over the edge & Blaine crumbled to his knees and started bawling. Kurt was on his knees then, wrapping Blaine in a tight hug, whispering to him in his ear. "Shh. It's okay. I'm right here. Shh" Blaine continued to sob and wail as Kurt started to rub his back comfortingly. 

His crying slowly died down until he was sobbing quietly, while Kurt drew circles on his back. "C'mon, lets go to my room." Kurt gently tugged on Blaine's arm, gesturing him to come along. They walked into the house, past the living room, past the kitchen and into the door at the far end of the house. "Kurt where are you-" Burt didn't get to finish his sentence because Kurt had cut him off. "Dad, we're just in my bedroom okay? Don't worry." Kurt and Blaine descended the stairs and into a big room then was so well decorated it personified Kurt's personality. "Come here," Kurt said while patting on his bed. "Tell me what happened," he asked. Blaine sat and stared at the rug. He couldn't grasp what had just transpired earlier, how in the short span of a morning, the entire William McKinley High School had found out about his true sexuality. "Blaine, please..", Kurt said, gently placing his palm over Blaine's hand. He looked up into those tranquil blue eyes & immediately felt a surge comfort. 

"Puck...Puck knows about me. And today he told everyone. He showed a picture of us kissing the other night. He had a picture, Kurt. He showed it to the whole school and now they know and it was exactly what I was afraid of...It was exactly why I hid in the closet in the first place. The way everyone looked at me, the vile words they were calling me. It was horrible, Kurt.." He dropped his face into his palm and started sobbing again. "Shh, I know. I know it's hurts and it sucks and it's horrible. I'm here, okay?" He pried Blaine's hands away and titled Blaine's head to the left so they were looking at each other. "I'll be right next to you every step of the way. Everything's going to get better in time, but for now it's going to suck. I won't lie to you it's going to suck. But you have to be strong, okay Blaine? I'll be right next to you." He gave a weak, yet assuring smile then leaned forward and planted a soft, chaste kiss on Blaine's lips. "I promise, everything's going to get better in time."

"How are you so strong and calm about this, Kurt? The picture had you in it too, aren't you afraid of what people are going to say? How do you know things will get better?" Blaine said. Kurt gaped at him for a while before responding. "No, Blaine. For one, I'm already openly gay what else can they possibly taunt me about. Secondly, I know it'll get better because I used to be bullied. Bad. They called me names, they shoved me up lockers, dunk my head into the toilet bowl, threw me in trash cans. It gets better when you show that what they do to you, won't change you." Kurt must've noticed the sudden horror in Blaine's face because he quickly added on. "But I promise that's not going to happen to you, Blaine. I won't let it happen."  

And then Blaine knew. He knew what he felt for the boy in front of him. He knew how he felt for the blue-eyed beautiful boy in front of him. "I love you, Kurt." It was sudden, yet it was nothing but true and sincere. "I do, Kurt. I really do." Kurt stared at him, wide-eyed. "Lie down Blaine. You're still in shock you need to lie down and take a nap or something." He knew Kurt didn't believe him but the moment he laid his head on Kurt's pillow, he started to drift off to slumber, without any power left to assure Kurt that what he just said, was true.

Blaine knew he's in love with Kurt.

When Blaine woke up, he found himself alone in the bedroom of Kurt Hummel. He looked around the well decorated room. So elegant and stylish, just like Kurt, Blaine thought. He sat up and looked around for Kurt but he really was alone. He ascended up the stairs and into the door that led into the main house. "Hi." Kurt said when Blaine entered the living room to see him sprawled on the couch watching some fashion show on the television. "How long was I out?" Blaine asked. "Well, you came here at around 11 & it's 5 so I'd say all afternoon." He giggled. "It's 5?! Oh god Kurt I'm sorry." Blaine apologized. "What for?" He looked at Blaine confusingly. "For falling asleep in your room all afternoon. God your father must think I'd the rudest person in the world." He said. "No, he doesn't Blaine. Come here." Kurt said, patting the seat next to him on the couch. When Blaine sat down, Kurt entwined his arm around Blaine's and laid his head on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" Kurt asked timidly. 

"Well, the entire school knows of my sexuality before I was even ready to come out, I got called 'faggot' by 10 or more people, my cheek hurts so bad I think my jaw is broken. But at least there's one positive outcome from today." Kurt looked at Blaine. "And what is that?" Kurt asked. "That I realize I'm in love with you." Blaine said. Kurt's cheeks grew a crimson red and he pulled his arm away from Blaine. "You're not, Blaine." Kurt said. 

"I am. I am in love with you, Kurt. The first person I wanted to run to was you when the world got cruel. When I'm not around you I'm thinking about you, constantly. Whenever I'm around you, I feel this profound sense of comfort and my stomach gets this butterfly sensation. I dread the time we have to part every day, when I'm not with you I miss you like crazy. I love looking at you. I love looking into your blue eyes. I love seeing you bat your lashes. I love the way your cheeks blush every time we're together. I love the way you make me feel. I love you, Kurt. I do. Please believe me," Blaine confessed.

Kurt looked at him, his expression gradually becoming melancholy for some reason. "Blaine you're not. Okay? You've been through something traumatic and you're not thinking straight. You ran to me because I'm the only open gay kid you know. Blaine, you're not in love with you. You can't be." Kurt said. 

"Why aren't you believing me, Kurt? You're trying to come up with all these false excuses to avoid the fact that I really do love you. I love you Kurt!! Please believe me!" Blaine stood up, staring down Kurt. 

"Because you can't, okay Blaine. You can't be in love with me. You've just been outed. You're not thinking clearly. Plus, I'm the only one not being cruel to you of course you're going to feel comforted. You're not in love with you, you feel comforted by me while everyone else is mean." Kurt stated. 

"No, Kurt. I've felt this way for a while I just didn't realize it. Until today. I love you, Kurt. Please believe me." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands and laced their fingers together. "I've never felt this way about anyone. I need you in my life. You don't even have to say it back if you're not ready, but you need to believe me when I say I love you, because I do."

Kurt dropped his gaze, avoiding Blaine's eyes & sighed. "Okay."

"Okay...what? You believe me?" Blaine asked, radiating hope from his hazel eyes.

"I don't know, Blaine. I need time okay.." Kurt said.

"Okay." He pulled Kurt into a hug and planted a kiss on his temple. "I love you, I swear."

Kurt remained melancholy.

"I better get going." Blaine said, "Can I pick you up tomorrow morning so we can drive to school together?" He asked Kurt. He let out a soft giggle because Blaine was so nervous when he asked & it was adorable. "Yeah, sure" Kurt said. "I swear you have the cutest laugh ever." Blaine pulled Kurt towards him until their bodies were flushed against each other. "I'll come by around 7.30, okay?" Blaine said. He pressed his forehead against Kurt's and the tip of their noses were brushing against each other, lips inches apart. "I love you," Blaine breathed out. Kurt gave a weak smile before pulling away from the boy. They walked over to the front door and hugged, "I know you're still shaken by what happened in school today, but I promise things will get better. I'll be here for you Blaine, every step of the way." Kurt said while they were still envelop with each other. They pulled away and Blaine left the house, giving Kurt his most believable smile, though inside he was still so wounded by the events that transpired earlier. Blaine was more anxious when the thought of having to go to school the next day greeted him.

"So why was Blaine bawling his eyes out earlier?" Burt asked from across the dinner table.

Kurt looked up at his father, staring curiously at him. They were having dinner that night, after Blaine had left about 2 hours ago. He contemplated telling his father about what had happened to Blaine, but then again he knew how worked up Burt could get about teen bullying, especially when the victim is a gay kid. Burt's like the biggest gay supporter Kurt knew. "He just-urm--had a bad morning." Kurt said, hoping his dad wouldn't try to pry. "What's up with you today, kiddo? You're more glum than usual." Burt asked.

Kurt shrugged because he didn't really feel like telling his father the real reason why he felt down. "I know you well, Kurt. Now tell me what's making you upset. I don't like to see you upset." Kurt smiled at his father's concern. He loved how caring his father is. Before he could stop himself, he told his father. "Blaine said 'I love you' to me today." Kurt went wide eyed & panicked. What just possessed me, he thought. 

Burt stared at him in complete shock. "W-what?" was all that was formed on Burt's lips. Kurt dropped his face into his palm and waited for his dad to gather his composure to tell him what to do. His father always knew the right things to say, maybe that was what possessed him to tell his dad, because he felt lost and he needed guidance.

"Kurt, you have to tell him. You have to be fair to him. He's fallen in love with you, Kurt. You have to tell him. You have to." Kurt knew exactly what his father was talking about. Subconsciously he knew he had to do exactly that. 

"I'm scared, dad. What if I tell him and he takes off? Because the truth is....I think..I think I'm in love with him too. And I'm scared that if he takes off, I'm going to sink into a state of depression or something because I need him, dad. I've never felt like this before I've always kept people at a distance but Blaine somehow managed to bypass everything and now he's in my life and I love him and I need him and if he takes off at my secret... I just..." Kurt could feel hot tears forming on the corners of his lashes now.

"Kurt, if he really mean what he said, he wouldn't take off. I don't think he'll take it too well though, but I doubt he'll take off. I've seen the way that boy look at you. Like you're his reason for existing or something," Burt smiled. He moved over to the seat next to his son and patted his son on his back. "Not everything is in your control, son. You falling in love with that boy was beyond your control. It's how he makes you feel, how you feel when you're around him. You can't stop a feeling, kiddo." Kurt looked up at a smiling Burt Hummel, trying to give him some assurance of some form. "Are you feeling better now? You said you felt sick this morning.." Burt asked. "Yeah, I'm fine now, don't worry. I'm gonna go to my room now, okay?" He wrapped his arms around his father's neck, wondering how had he gotten so lucky to be blessed with such an intelligent, caring father. "Thank you, dad." Kurt said, before pulling away and standing up, totally oblivious to the morose, terrified look on his dad's face.

It was past midnight and Kurt still laid awake in his bed. He'd been trying to compose the conversation he'd have to have with Blaine, about the truth. He dreaded it, but he knew he had to do it. He had tell Blaine, otherwise it'd be unfair for the boy. Kurt sighed, knowing full well that Blaine was going to be upset beyond words. Was it really true? Kurt thought. Is he really in love with me? Kurt knew it'd be ten times harder now to tell Blaine, after the big eight letters had been muttered.

He settled on a decision. He was going to tell Blaine tomorrow.