Blaine knew from the moment he laid eyes on Kurt that he was special. His heart still clenched at the thought of Kurt hunched over the floor, tears streaming down his face. But once Blaine's eyes had met his, he knew he was in trouble.

And watching him break down in the hallway just showed him how much more he needed to help him. Blaine could basically see the walls Kurt had built up. The way he sat alone and didn't talk showed how he had pushed everyone away. He should have known it wasn't a good idea to take him in, but that's who Blaine was. It's how he always would be.

And oh, how Blaine had fallen.

It was only a week after they had first met and just the sight of the other boy had him smiling. He tried his best to be around Kurt as much as possible at school, even though Kurt was uncomfortable the first few weeks. He seemed jittery around Blaine and Blaine had decided to keep his hands to himself. He was a touchy person at instinct, small, soft touches and hugs. It was just him. But every time his hand brushed Kurt's or he got too close, Kurt would blush and try and avoid him.

At first it worried Blaine. There were these feelings twisting his stomach and causing his heart to thud every time Kurt talked, smiled, looked at him and he believed that Kurt didn't have any feelings towards him.

And Blaine knew it was too soon. After only knowing him for a couple weeks.

But it still didn't stop his stomach from twisting every time he stepped into the lunch room and saw Kurt sitting alone at their usual lunch table.

And the jocks were actually side-eyeing them as they walked down the hall. Blaine, who had a few classes with Finn, explained what happened the first time they met and asked Finn to drive Kurt to and from school when he could. He gave Finn his number just in case he couldn't do it so he could call Blaine to have him get Kurt. Blaine wanted to make Kurt as safe as possible.

October was beginning and he saw an incredible difference in Kurt. The walls Blaine had first seen were slowly crumbling down. There'd be a light in his eyes when he was talking to Blaine and he'd smile and laugh which surprised even Kurt. The cuts were fading, them only being shallow so they didn't leave scars, just a terrible memory of the life before Blaine.

Kurt's grades got better and he even tried to participate in Glee club, though he still didn't interact as much as before. And he grew even happier when Blaine joined the Glee club, so they were sitting next to each other every day in that class.

Blaine could see that he had made the right decision when he had decided to befriend him.

Though people were beginning to notice Blaine wasn't all about just the friendship and safety. As in people, it was the guys in the Glee club. One day when they were grouped for a song project and Kurt got to be with the girls, the boys swarmed in on him. They poked and prodded, trying to find out about Blaine and Kurt, acting worse than the girls when it came to gossip. By the end of the class Blaine had admitted to his crush on Kurt and had left the class with his face bright red. He avoided all the boys, blushing every time he laid eyes on Finn or Puck. He was afraid they'd go and tell Kurt, but to his surprise they didn't. They just pestered him every time they got him alone.

They told him why they wanted them to get together so bad. Because Kurt was lonely. He got to watch everyone partner together, and he was left alone. They could see that he needed someone, and they could see the effect Blaine had on their boy. He may not have thought it, but the Glee club looked out for Kurt and they wanted the best for him.

"You make him happy. He never stops talking about you at home," Finn had muttered one day as Blaine and him had walked to class. "He needs someone like you, Blaine."

And Kurt had let Blaine get close, not only mentally, but physically. Blaine had turned back into his old touchy self, the occasional soft touch to his arm, a quick bump of the sides, a quick side hug in happiness. Kurt had at first grown stiff at the slightest touch, but he then began to relax, and then he would relax into the touch and smile, the blush still evident on his cheeks.

One day at lunch Blaine was talking about something funny his mother had done at home the night before. She was trying to cook lasagna and had gotten distracted, and Blaine had hurried into the smoke filled kitchen to see his mother trying to cover the burnt noodles with sauce. "Maybe your dad won't notice!" She had said with a strangled laugh.

Kurt smiled and gave small laughs, but his eyes had a sad look in them and he constantly looked down at his salad. Blaine noticed how he was acting and cocked his head slightly at him. "Kurt, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said after he cleared his throat.

Blaine had reached over and placed his hand on Kurt's knee, squeezing slightly. He jumped back as Kurt jolted out of his chair. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Blaine started to say, retracting his hands and holding them up.

Kurt was blushing and moving his chair away, clearing his throat as he ran his fingers through his hair. He avoided Blaine's eyes, trying everything not to catch his gaze. Blaine was embarrassed, reminding himself that Kurt still wasn't exactly comfortable with the touching. "I'm really sorry. I forgot. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, no. It's fine. It's fine. Just. Didn't expect that." Kurt had coughed. The lunch table got quiet as they turned to their salad. Kurt was fidgety, crossing and uncrossing his ankles. Suddenly Kurt sighed and bit his lip. Blaine glanced over, watching the boy closely. "Blaine- Finn can't take me home today after school..."

"Yeah?" Blaine said, angling himself towards Kurt.

"Can you take me home?" Kurt mumbled quietly, Blaine watching as the adorable pink crossed his cheeks.

Blaine's mouth fell open slightly before he composed himself and snapped his lips together with a smile. "Yeah, sure. That'd be cool."

"Cool." Kurt muttered, crossing his ankles again as his blush grew brighter.

Blaine was leaning against the door of his Jeep when he saw Kurt walking across the hallway. His bag was clutched to his chest and his face was still red. Blaine smiled when Kurt looked up, lifting his fingers in a small wave. He opened the passenger door as Kurt got to the car, before he went around to the driver's side. He got in and started the car. "Uh, sorry about how dirty the car is. I haven't gotten around to cleaning it."

Kurt kicked at McDonald's wrappers that were laying at his feet, smiling softly. He chuckled as he buckled himself in. "At least it's not as bad as Finn's."

Blaine laughed as he backed out of the parking space and left the school parking lot. Kurt told Blaine his address and they drove along in silence.

Blaine tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as he thought things through. He wanted to tell Kurt how he felt, to let him know what he was thinking. But he was still afraid. What if Kurt sill didn't feel the same way? He was terrified of rejection.

But he had Kurt right here. They weren't talking- it was an open invitation.

And Blaine wanted to take it so badly.

"Kurt..." Blaine started quietly.�Kurt looked over, his fingers twisting around his bag's strap. "Uh... I have something to tell you. But... I don't want to make anything uncomfortable between us. I just want to know that if I tell you this... You won't become uncomfortable and leave me..."

Kurt gave him a confused look. "Of course..." he murmured.

Blaine glanced over at him, taking a deep breath. "Kurt, I know it seems so soon. What has it been...? Almost 2 months since we met? And I know- believe me- I know how you feel and how uncomfortable so many things are to you... But... Can I hold your hand?" Blaine asked quietly, moving his hand to rest it on the console between them. Kurt stared at his hand for a moment before reaching out to place his hand in Blaine's. Blaine curled his fingers over Kurt's hand and squeezed softly. Another deep, shaky breath and Blaine finally nodded to himself. "Kurt. I have feelings for you. I like you. I don't want to tell you, but I just can't stay quiet anymore. And you don't have to feel the same way. I wish you would, but just. I don't want anything uncomfortable between us."

Kurt's hand was stiff in his and when he pulled up to Kurt's house, he finally chanced a look over. Kurt's eyes were wide, he looked so scared. Blaine knew he had done something wrong as Kurt looked at him, his breathing fast. He began to scold himself for being an idiot an telling Kurt how he had felt. Kurt grabbed his bag and his fingers curled tightly in the material. "Kurt-"

Kurt's eyebrows knit together as he began to shake his head, a strangled sound making it out of his throat. "I-I can't." was all Kurt said as he got out of the car and ran to his house. Blaine watched him run, his eyes just staring at the door that had closed behind the boy. He let a quiet growl rip from his lips as he yanked his fingers through his hair angrily. "You're such an idiot!" he yelled, slamming his hands against the steering wheel with a frustrated yell. He should have just kept his mouth.

Now he was sure Kurt would never talk to him again. The look of terror on Kurt's face still burning it's way into Blaine's face.

Why couldn't Blaine just leave him alone. Kurt was damaged goods, he was already terrified by everything going on around him with Blaine added in the mix and then here was Blaine confessing his love. What was wrong with him? He couldn't like Kurt. No one liked Kurt. He was nice in all, but he just couldn't have feelings for Kurt.

That's what he had been telling himself for the last two months. Blaine was too good for him.

He ran. Just like always.

He ran because he was scared. He was scared of Blaine. Of the feelings he had for said boy. Of the feelings said boy had for him. The feeling that had zipped up his arm when his hand had been resting in Blaine's was the best feeling he ever felt, but at the same time it scared the hell out of him.

Everything was so foreign to him now and days. What Blaine was doing to him was just so new and surprising.

Kurt ignored Blaine. It hurt horribly to do. He'd go to school and see Blaine by his locker, and he'd purposely walk the other way. He ignored him during classes, even when Blaine had passed notes to him. During lunch he sat with Rachel and Mercedes, surprising them so much. But they kept him preoccupied as he watched Blaine walk in and look sadly at the table they usually sat and before heading over to sit with Puck and Sam. During Glee club was the worst. He always sat next to Blaine, and he got weird looks when he sat down between Brittany and Santana for the class. This happened all week.

Kurt didn't know exactly why he was afraid to face him. Maybe it was the fact that he was embarrassed that he had acted like that towards Blaine, or if it was just because he was afraid that he would let Blaine in even more if he went to talk to him.

So they went into the weekend with silence.

When Monday came around, Kurt continued with his act. But it was becoming even more heartbreaking as he saw Blaine begin to look worse and worse everyday. He didn't have the sparkle in his eyes when he spoke to the Glee club kids in the hall and he didn't have the boisterous smile that he always did.

And it was Kurt's fault. And it tore him apart to know that.

He had grown fond of the big eyed boy. Seeing him hurt like this was one of the worst things that had happened in the last month.

By Thursday Blaine didn't even try to talk to anyone. His most common answer would just be a shrug of his shoulders.

Kurt kept up his happy, smiley act with the girls, though every time they turned their backs Kurt's smile would fall. This was it. Kurt couldn't handle seeing the boy like that.

So when Glee club ended that day, he went to talk to Finn for a moment before running out of the school without talking to anyone. He walked home, the first time since school started where he didn't get knocked to the ground, and dropped his bag off. He stood in front of his bathroom mirror for much too long, running his hands through his hair to make sure it was right and applying Chapstick to his lips. When he heard the front door open, he hurried downstairs to catch his dad at the door. "I'm going out tonight."

Burt's eyes grew wide as he looked at his son, surprised to hear that he was even leaving the house. "Okay... But it's a school night."

"I know. I won't stay out too late. I promise," Kurt smiled, Burt's eyes going even wider at the sight.

"Alright then. Stay out of trouble."

"Of course, Dad." Kurt leaned over to kiss Burt quickly on the cheek before hurrying out the door and down the sidewalk.

He had the address written down on a crumpled napkin in his pocket, and he knew it was quite far, but he had to walk it. He needed the fresh air and the time to think about what he was going to do. His hands shook, his body shaking soon after. His poor lip was sore from being pulled between his teeth as he agonized over his decision.

He stepped up to the large house, his mouth falling open as he stared at it. He knew Blaine had transferred from a private school, and he should have guessed he had money, and the house was just beautiful. Kurt took a deep breath and grabbed the napkin from his pocket to check the address before shoving back it in. He intertwined his fingers nervously as he walked up to the door, closing his eyes for a moment before forcing his hands to his side, knowing he couldn't look too nervous over it. He reached up and hit the doorbell, his hands shaking even worse than before and his heart hammered against his ribcage.

He let out a large breath he didn't even notice he was holding when it was Blaine who opened the door, looking miserable in a sweatshirt and sweats. His eyes almost bugged out at the sight of Kurt standing on his stoop. He opened his mouth to say something but Kurt's fingers pressed against his lips before anything could come out.

"Let me try something." he said quietly, Blaine's eyes watching him as he nodded. Kurt reached up, threading his fingers through Blaine's curls before crashing their lips together. Blaine stiffened against his lips for a moment, and Kurt almost pulled away before he felt Blaine's hand flutter to his waist. Blaine began to move his lips against Kurt's and Kurt melted against Blaine, letting the other boy wrap his arms around his waist to hold him close.

They pulled away once they realized they still needed to breath, theirs lips disconnecting but staying close. Kurt's breaths came out fast and harsh, his hands still buried in Blaine's hair.

"Kurt." Blaine's voice came out soft and quiet. Kurt opened his eyes and locked his gaze with Blaine's.

"I'm sorry. For acting like I have." He leaned his forehead against Blaine's and closed his eyes. "I'm just... So scared. So, so scared. You terrify me, Blaine. And what I feel for you terrifies me too and I'm afraid to admit all of this to myself."

"Kurt," Blaine murmured again, his hand reaching up to cup the side of Kurt's jaw in his hand. Kurt let his hands fall to his side, opening his eyes to look at Blaine's flushed face. "Don't be afraid. I'm here. I'll always be here." He leaned forward and placed his lips softly against Kurt's, reveling over the feel of Kurt's soft lips against his own. He pulled away to see tears falling down Kurt's cheeks.

"Promise me," came Kurt's choked whisper. "Please."

"I promise, Kurt. I'll always be here. I promise."