He rolled so he was sitting up and grabbed the thing with both hands, pushing all the buttons he could find. He heard Finn roll over in his sleep muttering about “Not now mom, I have football.” This wretched machine!

He picked it up and threw it on the ground, silencing the noise but also probably breaking it. Oh, well. I can always get a new one. Kurt stood and walked along the edge of the bed, walking the thirteen steps to his bathroom more cautious then usual as he wasn’t sure where the alarm had landed.

Feeling along the wall, he felt the wooden edge of a door, and then the handle. He had this bathroom memorized; he had lived here his whole life. Stepping to the left he grabbed the counter and made his way towards the edge. He then reached to the other side of the room, and got a hold of the shower curtain. Pulling it back, he started the water. I hate Mondays. They last forever. Is Finn even awake yet?

He listened over the shower spray, and sure enough Finn was lumbering around the room opening his drawers, searching for clothes. How could you wait till morning to pick out clothes? Carole and I are always prepared the night before. Ugh

He felt for the water, finding it hot enough and stripping down. Showers were Kurt’s favorite part of the morning. He could just sing and think. Before he realized it, he was quietly singing “Teenage Dream” and then he remembered Blaine. Blaine. He was nice. And had a nice voice to match. Too bad for me he’s probably straight and taken. Why must I always fall for the straight guys? Well, I’m still on the fence about Sam.

Turning the shower off, he felt along the outside wall for the towel. Where is my towel? His hands came up empty. Perfect. Great start to my day, for sure. Listening hard and hoping Finn had left the room, he dashed back across those thirteen steps to his bed, then six to the right for his closet. Finding a spare towel at the bottom, he wrapped it around his waist and made the five steps to his vanity.

Finishing his moisturizing routine and dressing, he made his way upstairs to grab a quick breakfast. Finn was waiting. “Dude, how long does it take to get ready? It’s time to GO!” Finn complained. Like I care, school is boring and repetitive. I technically shouldn’t even be allowed to attend this one. He heard Finn leave the room and followed after, leaving with a shouted “Bye, Love you!” towards the kitchen.

Walking slowly through the hallways, he hugged close to the walls to be the least jostled by his peers. Suddenly he was pushed, hard, into the locker beside him. The vents stabbed into his shoulder eliciting a quiet gasp from Kurt’s mouth. “Sorry, Fairy” Karofsky. Of course.

Kurt grabbed hold of his shoulder and went to reply, but remembered he had probably walked away and he couldn’t find him if he tried.

Moving forwards once more he laid his hand against the lockers so he could feel his punch code when he arrived. Brushing the rubber buttons, he entered his locker and stuffed his new jacket Carole had bought him inside. He felt eyes on the back of his head but stayed put knowing it was probably just someone trying to make him uncomfortable.

There was suddenly someone beside him and he took a few steps to the left, grabbing his binder and shutting his locker in the process. He ran into someone who either didn’t care or knew he couldn’t have seen them there and just steadied him and went on their way. That was unexpected. A voice sounded from his right, “Sorry if I freaked you out, I should have announced my presence or something,” the person said. Blaine? Well, that’s…a pleasant surprise.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s just that usually…nobody talks to me so…high alert… always.” Kurt said with attempted humor at his situation which apparently didn’t work because Blaine was silent. Kurt shifted his weight to his left foot and was silent.

“I should probably go to first hour. I’ll talk to you in… third hour?” Kurt asked. Blaine nodded, then realizing his mistake said “Yeah, third hour…want me to walk you to first hour?” Blaine sounded like he actually wanted to, not like he was obligated. Maybe he doesn’t know I’m gay? What would he think if I told him? He seems nice enough though. Might as well let him walk me to class.

“Sure.” Kurt said hesitantly. “My first hour is French” he added.

“Err; I don’t exactly know where the French room is. I don’t take it.” Blaine said. “It’s towards the back. By the science wing? I’m pretty positive you’re taking science.” Kurt smirked in spite of himself and was happy to be rewarded with Blaine’s amazing gorgeous sounding laugh.

“Yes I believe I am taking science. Here,” Blaine slowly brushed his fingertips across Kurt’s own as if asking permission. This is public. What if he gets bullied? He’s only the new kid, he could… Kurt’s train of thought was interrupted by Blaine actually grabbing his hand and starting to pull him down the hallway. Blaine, after having watched Kurt maneuver through the halls before, “Not creepy like, just curious” He assures himself, knew to stick close to the walls because Kurt couldn’t just walk through a crowded hallway in his…condition.

“Where do I go from the science wing?” Blaine asked Kurt, turning towards the boy. “Well, assuming we are in front of Mr. Ludwig’s room, which I’m positive we are, it’s at the end of this hallway.” Kurt supplied, knowing Blaine would be confused how he knew where they were. Before he could ask the unspoken question Kurt told him.

“I count my steps. It’s almost unconsciously, its second nature to me after an almost lifetime of it.” Blaine once again just shook his head to show he understood before remembering the boy before him could not see him. “That’s impressive. Have you memorized how many steps to every class? How do you carry so much knowledge in that perfect head of hair?” He asked confusedly. Oh. I’ve never got a compliment on my hair before except for from Carole and Mercedes.

Shyly, Kurt said “Well, I just do it. Every step is like a check mark on a piece of paper, only easier to remember how many, than to have to count them all up when the checks are finished being written.”

Blaine wondered at the analogy. Kurt was such an intelligent friendly creature and he couldn’t realize what would push people away. Being blind didn’t seem very off-putting to Blaine.

Kurt began to walk forward to his French room, they had been having there conversation beside Mr. Ludwig’s door. With a slightly trembling hand, why am I so nervous in front of him? I guess I am nervous talking to most people.

Kurt made contact with the door. “I guess I’ll talk to you in third hour.” Kurt said slightly awkwardly, still not used to interaction with anyone beside his two families. Burt and Carole, and glee.

First and second hours passed in a blur. Just like everyday, he just listened while his recorder taped the lesson so he could remember the homework. Kurt technically wasn’t supposed to attend McKinley. There was a school not to far for “handicapped” people like him, but really; he just wanted a life that had some semblance of normality. Plus, Finn went here so he could have a ride with no problems.

Walking the ten step’s around the inside of the classroom he found his seat third to the left and tenderly sat down, sweeping across the top with his hand hoping no one had left a “surprise” in his seat again.

Last year, Karofsky had his friends deliver little gifts to his seat, such as chalk dust, eraser shavings, paint somehow, and once he even left two tacks. That was extremely painful.

Pulling out his recorder and sitting it on his desk, a soft voice from the desk next to him said “Hey Kurt” I’m slowly getting used to Blaine Turning his head towards the sound, Kurt replied with a less hesitant “Hello, Blaine.”

Kurt heard Blaine situating his notebook and things on his desk then Blaine said “So, I was thinking. Mrs. Shelby said we would be doing a partner assignment this week, and I was wondering if you would be my partner.” I’ve only ever worked by myself on these assignments. How are we supposed to split the work?

“I guess so. Yes.” Kurt decided that saying yes would be okay. After all, Blaine wasn’t going to pester him the whole time I don’t think anyways. “Great! So I think were working on some sort of Charlemagne project? About his influence in…”

Blaine kept on going enthusiastically about their project and Kurt just softly smiled to himself. I have a new…friend. There attention was turned when class began. Sure enough, they were doing a partner assignment on Charlemagne. They were left to pick up there papers and pick their partners, but Kurt and Blaine already had that taken care of.

“Well, it says here that we have this week, and then Monday and Tuesday next week.” Blaine explained. “And looking at the amount of material we have to read and write we should meet up after school every once and a while. Think we could do your place? My dad is kind of…uptight.” Kurt heard that he was holding something back, but he wasn’t going to push into someone else’s personal business.

“I’m sure that will be fine with Carole. Finn probably will be elsewhere anyways.” Kurt decided. Blaine asked, “Who is Finn? Is he that really tall kid?” Ha ha, that’s a good description. “Yes, yes he is that really tall kid. He is also my step brother since November.” Kurt explained.

“I kind of forced our parents together at a parent’s night because…” Kurt trailed off. I almost told him I was gay. Should I tell him? What if he stops talking to me? “Well, because both our parents were currently single.” He hastily added.

“Oh. I’ve never met someone who actually wanted a step mother. Or father.” Blaine said, amused, not catching on to the cover up. “Oh! We haven’t even started our reading and class is almost over! Shoot, do you think I could come over later? I hate procrastinating.” Blaine sounded frazzled. And adorably so. Wait, stop thinking like that. He’s coming over later! Oh my gaga. He’s coming over later.

“Uh, yeah. We could work at my house.” Kurt said, hoping his voice didn’t shake as much as he thought it did. (He’s going to be in my bedroom. What if he doesn’t like it? I don’t even know what it really looks like. I only have descriptions from Carole.)

The bell rang, and Kurt shoved his things into his backpack/messenger bag. He stayed seated, hearing the other students hustling loudly out of the classroom. “Uh, Kurt? Are you coming?” He heard Blaine say from the front of the room. Standing and re-walking the ten steps on the edge of the classroom to the exit, “I wait for everyone else to leave first, so they don’t trample me for being in the way. It has happened once and I learned from that mistake for sure.” Kurt chuckled.

“That’s horrible, they didn’t even avoid you? That’s so inconsiderate! Were you hurt?” Blaine sounded genuinely worried and irritated. How can he care so much about my wellbeing and not even know me? Or is that just something that comes with the whole friend’s thing?

“I was fine. I just tripped was all,” Well, not all. But a few bumps and bruises aren’t important. They made their way through the halls stopping at Kurt’s locker so he could switch binders, which held the notes the teachers gave him. Not sure why they give it to me at all. It’s not like they go to the courtesy of giving me Braille. I can’t read the papers and yet they insist I take them.

“What’s your next class?” Blaine asked. He can’t walk me everywhere. Even if I have decided I wouldn’t mind. “Pre AP Chem. What about yourself Mr.…?” I don’t even know his surname.

“Anderson. Blaine Anderson.” Blaine supplied. Blaine Anderson. Such a nice name. STOP IT KURT. “Oh? Well then, what is your next class Mr. Anderson?” Kurt finished.

“Well, I need your last also. How else are we supposed to have a conversation with the least bit of sophistication?” Blaine asked back, really just wanting to know the other boys last name. Blaine. Charming as always. Ugh, I give up. But, didn’t I already tell him my last name? “Hummel. But I’m quite sure I told you that when we first…met.”

The warning bell rang, informing the two that they would most likely be late to their fourth hours. “Ahh! I gotta run I’ll see you last hour!” And with that Blaine hurried off. I haven’t had a tardy in forever, one wont hurt.

Kurt started off down the hallway, towards his science class. He slowed his stride when he heard two sets of footsteps approaching, and approaching too fast to be people walking. Kurt hugged closer to the wall, hoping to avoid the people but was not so lucky.

He was suddenly shoved from behind, sprawling forward, too surprised to mutter a sound. “Hey, Fairy. Lovely day were having isn’t it? Oh, wait. You wouldn’t know. You can’t see it.” He heard one of his tormentors Karofsky give the other a high five Probably Azimio.

Kurt was hauled up by his shoulders, and roughly, then shoved against the locker, back hitting with a loud “Clang”. Why wont people just leave me alone?

“What are you doing out of class, lady boy? Creeping on guys through the windows? Of course not. You couldn’t ogle if you tried.” Azimio said. Kurt stayed silent and tried to hold his head high, as high as he could in his current state.

“See, we were right. He’s not denying it. He wishes he could ogle us, don’t you Kurt? Now that’s just disgusting. I guess we’ll just have to teach you not to ogle.” Kurt was suddenly grabbed by Azimio or Karofsky What’s going to happen to me? and was hauled down the hallway.

A hand was clapped over his mouth to keep him from yelling for help. Aren’t there security cameras in this place?! Kurt kicked wildly, trying to break free to no avail. He heard a door being shoved it. The lack of door knob told Kurt he was in the men’s restroom. There are no cameras in here for sure.

He was then shoved against a wall and his head hit hard. Kurt gasped in pain, but before he could react in any other way, he was punched in the stomach and keeled over groaning. There was a rough shove to his shoulder and he was on the ground, suddenly being kicked in the back.

Kurt cried out and was rewarded with an exceptionally painful kick and someone saying “You keep quiet or it will be even worse, you hear?” Help, anyone please! Kurt struggled to sit up but was just shoved back down. Please, someone walk in!

There were silent tears flowing freely and fast down his porcelain skinned face. He was kicked in the arm and couldn’t help the loud yelp that came from his mouth without his telling it to.

“We said keep quiet lady boy!” Kurt was grabbed up by the collar and without warning punched square in the face, right under his eye, twice in quick concession. Kurt’s eyes stung with more tears and he repressed a sob. He grabbed his face and tried to wriggle out of his captors grasp.

He got free Finally! but was then grabbed by the other bully and grabbed around the waist to keep him from leaving. He was then punched in the stomach repeatedly and Kurt really couldn’t repress his yell. Someone PLEASE!! Anybody, somebody help me!

“That’s enough, lady boy!” Kurt gasped in a large breath, readying for his next sob, but before he could let it out he was let go of by his captor and then punched so hard in the face he fell back and whacked his head on the ground. The last thing he remembered was terrible pain all over his body, especially his head, and then everything went more black than was usual.

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Kurt was being jostled. He felt someone grabbing his hand, and shaking his shoulder. He could hear muted noises that sounded like a person shouting but he couldn’t be sure. …What…? What is that? I’m so tired. Why can’t they just let me sleep?

He started to drift back to the nothingness but was grabbed by both his shoulders and picked up then laid back down on something a lot softer than the ground. That’s better… Something was touching his cheek. Something stung there, and stung a lot when the thing touching his face brushed against it.

His body naturally responded by pulling a sharp breathe through his teeth. Things were suddenly becomes easier to understand. The something touching his face felt like a hand, and there actually was a voice. “Kurt, Kurt are you alright? Please, just come back. Your fine.” B…Blaine? What’s he doing here?

The “soft” objects he was laying on were Blaine’s legs, he realized. Blaine had his head and shoulders cradles in his lap, criss cross applesauce. Kurt tried to lift a hand to his stomach, which was throbbing with pain, as was his back and that spot on his face. Kurt let out a soft groan and someone grabbed his now slightly raised hand.

“Kurt! You’re alright! What happened? Why are you on the bathroom floor with a giant bruise on your cheek?” Blaine sounded extremely anxious. I’m on the floor in a bathroom? Why am I…

Kurt suddenly played back the recent or not recent? events in his head and then the pain in his stomach became worse. Kurt groaned louder and tears sprang back to his eyes at the sudden gain of so much pain. “Kurt, why are you crying? You’re fine…you’re safe. I’m right here, I won’t be going anywhere. Shh.”

Blaine’s hand came back to his face, and tentatively wiped away the few tears that escaped his un-seeing eyes which were a startling blue-grey-green that at the present moment were the bright blues of sapphires.

“Th-they just grabbed me. I…I don’t know what I- I did wrong! I was j-just walking t-to class.” Kurt started crying in earnest, wishing his life didn’t have to be like this. Why me? What did I do to deserve this?

Blaine was at a loss for words as to why people were so cruel to this boy. This intelligent, nervous, shy, beautiful… did he just think beautiful? Then it dawned on Blaine that he had never really appreciated how beautiful Kurt really was. Even with red and puffy un-seeing eyes, tears streaming down his face, Kurt managed to look wonderful. It was tragically beautiful.

“Th-they dragged me here and j-just started pu-punching me. I tried t-to scream, and they j-just hit me h-harder! And no one came. N-no one! No one helped me, they p-probably didn’t even r-realize I was m-missing from class. No one p-pays me any attention an-anyways! Why, Blaine? Why me? What d-did I do to make p-people hate me so m-mu-much?”

Kurt was sobbing at this point, gasping for air. Blaine could do nothing but pull Kurt up to hug him to his body. Blaine was leaning against a wall, so he turned Kurt’s back to him, pulling him to his chest and just hugged him. It was the only thing he could think of to console the poor, broken person in front of him.

Kurt was in so much pain because of his crying but couldn’t stop if he tried. He realized he was being pulled against someone and almost flinched away before remembering Blaine wasn’t going to hurt him. The crying was making him lightheaded and he couldn’t get his thoughts straight.

“There…there are teachers calling a hospital, just so you don’t get worried when they arrive. I think you hit your head pretty hard and could have a concussion.” Blaine murmured against Kurt’s hair. Kurt’s immaculate hair had been ruined in the fight. His bangs were brushing against his forehead and could tell it probably looked ridiculous but just let it be, not having the strength to push it back.

“Is…is there something…wrong with me, Blaine?” Kurt asked very quietly, so Blaine had to strain to hear. “Absolutely not, Kurt. You…you are one of the most interesting and nice people I have ever had the pleasure to meet and we’ve only known each other for what? Two days, tops? There is NOTHING wrong with you. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.” Blaine replied with vehemence.

Those terrible people had convinced Kurt there was something wrong with him, and that’s not okay. Being blind is most definitely not something he could control and in Blaine’s opinion, it made him the person he was now, completely independent and in charge of himself.

At that moment a teacher walked in with a paramedic and told the boys Kurt had to go. Blaine helped Kurt to his feet. When Kurt stood, he got so dizzy he almost fell sideways. A strong arm wrapped around his waist and steadied him.

“You alright?” Blaine asked. Kurt had to stand still for a second and lean into Blaine. Whoa, head rush “I’m…I’m fine. I think.” Kurt replied, uncertainly. Blaine took that as a “no” and left his arm around Kurt’s waist, walking him towards the paramedic.

“Okay, I can take it from here. Sir, would you call his parents?” The friendly looking paramedic asked Blaine. “I don’t know his parents numbers. Kurt where’s your cell phone?” Cell phone? Where did I drop my bag?

“It’s in my bag. I think my bag’s in here, or somewhere on the floor in the hall.” Kurt heard foot steps and deciphered the teacher had left to look. “Okay lad. Ready to go?” I can’t go by myself. Hospitals are terrifying and sad.

She started leading him away. Kurt tried to hold back, reaching his hand backwards. “No. No wait! Can…can Blaine come with me? Please?” Blaine noticed Kurt’s outstretched hand and grabbed it with his own, noticing how Kurt visibly relaxed when his hand came in contact with the other.

“I don’t know lad.” The paramedic responded. I cannot go alone! “Please, please? I don’t…I can’t…hospitals…please?” Kurt was obviously upset about the prospect of a hospital.

“Ma’am, it really wouldn’t be any trouble. I would gladly accompany him.” Blaine said, hoping to god she said yes. Thinking about Kurt scared and alone at a hospital until his parents arrived made Blaine shudder. The paramedic had a funny look on her face, but she gave in. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Kurt took a step closer to Blaine and they were led down the hall, towards the emergency vehicle. Kurt whispered a quick and quiet “Thank you” to Blaine as he felt the temperature change, and they went through the double doors. “No problem. I told you, I wasn’t going anywhere.” Blaine whispered back, with a sad smile on his face which the other boy couldn’t see.

As they reached the hospital, Blaine felt Kurt get tenser with each passing minute. Blaine tried rubbing comforting circles on the back of his hand, but it didn’t seem to be making a dent in the nervousness that surrounded Kurt like a cloak.

Kurt was freaking out inside. He was trying his best to mask it, but he knew it wasn’t working because Blaine had started making soothing patterns on the back of his hand. That feels really nice. If only I could have this on different conditions.

Kurt really hated hospitals; he remembered after the car crash that took his eye sight and mother away from him, he was taken to one. All the noises and pain and the confusion and having everything turn black when he could just tell his eyes were open and his eight year old brain couldn’t comprehend it all at once.

The vehicle stopped, and Kurt let out a resounded sigh. There is really no way out of this, is there? They stepped inside, and he reluctantly got pulled away from Blaine, who had to stay in the waiting room. Blaine could see fear etched on every plane of Kurt’s porcelain skinned face. It broke his heart, to have to see that and not be able to fix it, just have him taken down the hall to have multiple tests run on him when he couldn’t even see to comprehend what tests where being ran.

Blaine settled into the uncomfortable waiting room chairs and waited for Kurt’s parents. He had watched Mrs. Smith call them from Kurt’s cell phone. The bad thing about the silent waiting room was he had time to think about what had happened to Kurt now.

He had been forcibly taken to the bathroom and then had been beaten unconscious. How could anyone have the heart, or stomach for that matter, to do that to such an innocent person.

In the middle of his irritated mental ramble, the Hummel-Hudson’s had arrived with even Finn in tow. They spotted Blaine sitting in a chair, and being told by the receptionist that he had come in with their son, they went over to him.

“Blaine is it?” Said a gruff voice above Blaine’s head. He looked up and instantly started to worry. If this was Kurt’s dad, he never wanted to get on his bad side. He was tall and intimidating, with a flannel shirt and baseball cap. His wife on the other hand, was elegant and very nicely dressed. She must be the one who helped dress himself. Thinking about Kurt in flannel and jeans was laughable. She also had kind brown eyes and dark brown hair, cut off at her shoulders.

Remembering he had been asked a question, he replied with a “Yes sir. Blaine Anderson.” The family took a seat beside him, Finn looking as confused as ever, which was just added to when he asked “Wait, what happened? Is Kurt hurt?” Carole replied with a gentle, “Yes, Blaine found him unconscious in the bathroom. Do you know what exactly happened, Blaine?”

Blaine looked at the ground. He didn’t know the whole story, and didn’t want to get something wrong. “Well, I found him on the ground…like you said. And I kind of freaked out a little, but I got him to wake up. He was…he was confused. But after a minute he remembered. He said he was, uhm, pulled into the restroom by some guys, and they uh, beat him up. He…he also said that they hit him so hard because, well, because he wouldn’t stay quiet.” Blaine tried to stay composed, but through out the story he became more and more aggravated and had to stay calm.

Carole had a shaky hand on her mouth, and Burt just looked completely at a loss for how to react to this new information. Finn stood up, looking at Blaine. “Did he say who did it, Blaine? I’m going to get them for this!” He exclaimed loudly, getting a weird look from the receptionist. “No, no he didn’t.” Blaine quietly mumbled. He hoped Kurt didn’t have a concussion.

A few moments later, their wait was rewarded with the doctor walking out, Kurt in tow with a large purple bruise, bright across his porcelain cheek. The doctor stopped when they all simultaneously stood up.

Kurt looked uncomfortable just standing there, so Blaine spoke up. “Does he have a concussion?” Oh, Blaine really did stay. The doctor peered down at Kurt, and then said “It doesn’t appear so. But tonight keep an eye on him. This is unfortunate for you young man, but they’ll have to wake you up every three hours to make sure you’re okay.” Of course, I’ve watched Grey’s Anatomy.

He shrugged and tried to walk towards Blaine. He was enveloped in a hug by someone much bigger than Blaine and tried to pull away until he realized it was just his Father by smelling his cologne. “Hey kid. Are you alright?” His Father asked. Oh. That is his irritated voice. I wonder who made him angry, Ha ha. “I’m fine. I don’t have a concussion. Just some bruises.” He downplayed it a little for his Father’s benefit.

He was pulled into another hug, this time recognized as Carole. He pulled away and a hand was placed on his shoulder, from who he assumed was Blaine, but was wrong because the voice that belonged to the hand was definitely not Blaine’s. “Who did this to you?” Finn asked. Should I tell them? They made file a lawsuit if they realize it’s the same guy as before. “It…it was two people actually.” Kurt said, avoiding the subject.

“Yeah, but who were those two guys?” Finn asked again. Might as well. “Karofsky and Azimio.” Kurt mumbled. Burt immediately flipped his lid. “KAROFSKY? Again? What is that kid’s deal? This is it. Who do I call to get him expelled?” Exactly what I didn’t want to happen!

“No, no! Dad please do not do that! If I get him expelled he will just get angrier! It’s fine really. It won’t happen again, I’m sure.” Kurt tried to get his dad to relent. If I got Karofsky expelled, imagine what he would do to me outside of school.

A comforting hand was placed against his arm, and this hand Kurt could tell was Blaine’s. It had the same calloused finger tips. Kurt reached up to grab it and hold it in his own. It was really what he needed right now, just something to hold onto in this whole mess.

“Can we please just go home? Home sounds really nice right now.” Burt sighed, “Blaine do you need a ride home son?”

Thinking it over, Blaine did need a ride home. But weren’t they still in school? “Isn’t it still time for school, sir?” Blaine asked. “Yes, but you probably don’t wanna go back at the moment do you?” Burt replied with the semblance of a smile. “Not really, sir.” Blaine chuckled.

“Burt, kid. Call me Burt.” Burt said. They headed to the car, Blaine leading Kurt with his hand in his. Blaine and Kurt sat in the back with Finn. “Thank you for staying. And going to the bathroom when you did, really.” Kurt said in a small voice.

“Of course. Why would I leave?” Blaine asked confused. Because I have never had someone like you to stay and I figured you would leave when you could. “I don’t know. I’m just not used to people caring other than my family I guess.” Kurt said instead.

Blaine was so taken aback by the honesty and sadness in Kurt’s voice; he without thinking pulled Kurt’s hand up and placed a light kiss to the palm. Did he just…kiss my hand? Breathe, Kurt, breathe Kurt felt the heat rise in his cheeks and tried to hide it by staring down at where his lap would be.

“This is it, right Blaine?” Burt’s voice called from the front seat. “Yes it is. Thanks for the ride Mr. Hummel, err Burt.” Blaine said awkwardly while getting out of the car. “Bye, Kurt. Ill talk to you tomorrow morning? Actually, do you need a ride to school? I could pick you up around 6:45 or so?”

He’s offering to drive me to school? Stay calm. “Sure. Sure, that would work.” Gawd, stop blushing Kurt. “Okay, ill pick you up then.” Blaine said smiling. As He shut the door and walked away, Kurt laid his forehead against the cool glass of the window. I think I have a crush on Blaine Anderson.