"He is writing, he has been in my office all day." Burt told Kurt, "every hour or so we hear him scatter around and in the last two he has been singing." Carol added after fear covered Kurt's face.

"I'm going to go see him." Kurt said walking through the hall hearing Blaine sing very softly then papers folding.

"I'm so lonely, surrounded by people who know me but don't know a thing."

Kurt opened the door and Blaine stopped abruptly and looked at him. "Hey," Kurt said in a soft voice closing the door.

"Hiya," Blaine said smashing all his papers into a sloppy pile but Kurt knelled bedside him and stopped his swiftly moving hands.

"Relax. What is all this?" Kurt looked at the poorly written lyrics on the top page.

"My album," Blaine said softly, "I'm going to name it Coming Clean, maybe I'm not sure yet but here are the first 6 songs." Blaine said still avoiding Kurt's eyes.

"What is it about?" Kurt asked sensing Blaine's fear of retaliation.

"Change." Blaine shrugged, "its influenced by the Beatles, and John Lennon. Some other records I found lying around."

"Can I hear one?" Kurt asked but Blaine shook his head no, "why not?"

"They aren't done," Blaine simply said.

"So what brought you all the way to lima?" Kurt asked keeping a soft tone.

"I just wanted to see carol, she understands things that no one else really seams to," Blaine said.

"Something you can't tell me," Kurt's heart pricked with fear. "Yeah," Blaine finally looked up at Kurt and saw the pain in his face.

"There is always a wise adult that can lead you into the right direction. Carol can just give hope."

"Ok then, well its time for supper." Kurt said.

Blaine stood up and helped Kurt to his feet then he locked his finger into Kurt's and brought him close for a soft kiss. Kurt returned the kiss with vigor. He parted his lips slowly, it had been a while since he had ben kissed this gentility, and lead the kiss. Blaine pulled away first just to hug Kurt nuzzling into his neck.

Dinner was calm Blaine picking at his food while carol and Kurt talked about the interior design company he was working on. Blaine dismissed himself from dinner, "I'm not feeling well," he uttered squeezing Kurt's hand and pressing a kiss to carol's cheek.

Everyone waited til Blaine shut the door before talking about him. "You should leave Blaine here for a few days to dry out." Burt said.

"I wish I could but he records all day Saturday." Kurt said his eyes lingering on Blaine's untouched food.

"I don't like that Gnecco guy, I mean this is his fault," Burt said.

"Lets not play the blame game now Burt," carol told her husband.

Kurt was interested to know what carol knew, "yeah dad, Jim isn't that bad," Kurt said.

"Blaine is an excellent musician, he can be signed to any label he wanted. Why stay with Gnecco?" Burt questioned.

"Blaine just likes it there," Kurt shrugged not sure how much more he should go into detail about Jim and Blaine's relationship after cooper died.

"Well still, I want to see him cleaned up again, really clean and Gnecco wont encourage that to happen." Burt said. Kurt didn't want to argue with his father so he took his and Blaine's plate to the kitchen.

He heard another chair scrap against the wood floors as he entered the kitchen. Carol stepped into the kitchen with a motherly glint to her eyes, "do you want to talk?" She asked sensing Kurt's anger.

"How long have you and Blaine been talking?" Kurt asked still thinking about the reason Blaine came here.

"A while, 2 years maybe." Carol took a seat at the island and directed Kurt to join her. "One night he called me and told me he was in Lima and needed a place to crash, I drove out to come get him and he told me he was very high and he just wanted to sleep." Carol took a steady breath, "this was the first time for me to hear about his drug addiction so I took him home and told Burt what was going on, you don't remember this because you were in nyc with Rachel at her wedding."

"Burt was furious, he loves Blaine we both do, and you didn't both to tell us you two were going through a tough time. I asked Blaine what was going on and he just told me he wanted to disappear for a long time, I then asked him how you felt about it, he told me you didn't know."

"You're the reason he told me?" Kurt interrupted her remembering coming home to, "Kurt, I think I'm addicted to cocaine."

"Yes, my first husband was a heroin addict and when he disappeared leaving me and Finn to fend for ourselves I didn't want you to go through that. No a chance in hell should you have to endure the anxiety I did. I then called him once a week just to check on him. I'm surprise he didn't tell you but he stopped listening after a few months, he told me why he did it, cooper and just wanting to feel him by his side. I told him cooper would be disappointed, and that's when he stopped answering my calls. I gave him his space, I knew he would call me when he was ready to talk Again."

"I did noticed, some weeks he would be fine, others had have anger issues or just be in another world vegged out in front of the TV." Kurt said.

"Last night he told me about the hospital visit 2 months ago, I can't tell Burt that," carols voice cracked, " I can hardly believe it. And he told me how he wasn't hurting himself anymore but you, and hurting you was the last thing he would ever want to do."

"I don't know what to do with him." Kurt stuttered, blinking away tears.

"Love him, that's all he wants, that's why he came over he told me he was loosing you." Carol said.

"He will never lose me, I have no where to go." Kurt said, he suddenly wanted to make that very clear to Blaine. "Thank you carol, you are amazing." Kurt hugged carol and bid her goodnight.

He went to the bathroom striped down to his PJs and got cleaned up for bed. Kurt opened the bedroom door and saw Blaine shaking under the covers. Kurt crawled into bed beside Blaine wrappings his arms around Blaine's quivering waist. Blaine put his hand over Kurt's and held him tighter. "I love you darling," Blaine mumbled.

"I love you too. And I'm not going anywhere, my name is on your heart. I'm stuck to you." Kurt snuggled into Blaine's neck. Blaine started to shake again Kurt tried to sooth him but Blaine couldn't stop. "Everything hurts," he murmured turning around to hide in Kurt chest. Kurt ran his hands through Blaine's hair, shhing his soft cries.

Kurt rubbed Blaine's back, "Look at me," Kurt sung softly. "Look into my eyes, Tell me, do you see that I am always by your side? Or has the world got you down on your knees? Come to me." Kurt planted a soft kiss on Blaine's temple.

"Look at you, Look into your heart, Tell me is there room for you to make a brand new start? Or has the world gotten to you and made you dark?" Blaine stopped shaking so hard and his sniffles calmed down. "Come to me, 'Cuz when you cry, all your tears I will wipe away, and when you laugh, who you think got you that way? And when you dream, when you wake up, is it me you want to see?"

Kurt felt Blaine flutter asleep and finished the song. "Look at us, Look around the world 'cuz all you seem to find are unhappy boys—unhappy girls and tell me … is that what you want for you and me? Don't you want to be happy?" Kurt whispered and shut his eyes.