“My Father is an asshole.” Blaine began.

He can’t believe he’s doing this. He told no one of this before. NO ONE. Not Wes or David or any of the Warblers. As far as they know; Blaine was moving with his family, because his Father had a job opportunity and it would be a hassle to drive two hours to Dalton and two hours back. But here he was. Telling a boy he met a week ago, his deepest, darkest secret. He looked at Kurt. The unbelievably genuine boy who showed him trust and honesty. He’s compelled to go on.

“Has been for as far back as I can remember.” He paused. 

This part was going to hurt.

“He hit my Mom.” Kurt let out a little gasp. Blaine went on before he lost his nerve.

“Back when we were too young to do anything about it. Me and my brother Cooper.” Blaine sighed. “As soon as Cooper hit thirteen, he stopped. The coward. He knew Cooper wouldn’t stay silent.”

 Blaine paused. He was going to tell Kurt, and whatever happens will just happen.

“When I was fourteen, I told my Mom I was gay.” 

Kurt tried not to let his heart fly away with the information.

“I knew since I was eleven. There was this cute boy in my 6th grade class that I found myself always wanting to hug. I never did though and I never told anyone. The thing is, I was already getting stuffed in lockers before I discovered this about myself. I was on the short, scrawny side, easy prey. I was the singing awkward kid. I was already coming home with bruises. Being called names I didn’t even understand the meaning of yet. It could have been worse though, if I couldn’t run as fast as I could. I think being bullied perfected the speed. My Mom asked me not to tell my father. “For the safety of us all.” She said. I could totally see her point, she loved me no matter what, but my father, he would be furious. She made sure I got into Dalton Academy. She knew about their no bullying policy, she wanted my protection. Father didn’t question it. Dalton is prestigious, that’s all he cared about. Coop said he knew when I was eight. He said instead of wanting to be Prince Charming, I went up to the TV and kissed him.”

Kurt chuckled at that.

“For the record, I don’t remember that!” Blaine insisted and then sighed. “Coop got out as soon as he was able to. Can’t really blame him. He’s always been there when I needed him though, always. He’s an awesome big brother.” 

Blaine braced himself. Here comes the meat of the matter.

“About six months ago, I was in my favourite coffee shop and a guy who was sitting by one of the windows winked at me. He wasn’t the kind of guy I’d be interested in. He had a cocky air about him, one of someone who gets what he wants when he wants. But that was not the point. Someone winked at me. It had never happened to me before. And even if it was from a potential douche, it was thrilling to have someone flirt with me. I was so excited, I called the only person I could ever really be a complete screaming mess in front of: Cooper. I didn’t hear father come home. He overheard us.”

Blaine looked at Kurt. His eyes were watery, but no tears fell. Yet.

“He barged in my room and destroyed every breakable thing he found while calling me the most horrible names. All the while I’m thanking my lucky stars that I had put my guitar back in its case earlier. My Mom heard the ruckus and came to try and calm him down. When he saw that she wasn’t surprised by my conversation with Cooper, he blamed her. He said she was the reason his son was gay because it could never have anything to do with him. And… He hit her Kurt. First time in a long time. I… I’ve never felt so much rage in my life, not when I got shoved in lockers, not while he was being a poor excuse of a father to me and Coop, never. I tackled him to the ground Kurt, and I hit him. I packed all my rage in those punches. I didn’t stop until I felt my Mom’s hand on my shoulder.”

Blaine was sobbing softly and tears were silently falling from Kurt’s eyes.

“I’m not violent Kurt. I never was. But I couldn’t… I couldn’t let him get away with hurting her again. I couldn’t.”

Blaine paused to get a handle on himself. He looked at Kurt’s eyes. Reassurance. Even though they were watery and red and the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, reassurance was still there, even stronger than before. He continued.

“We stayed at my Aunt’s until I finished the semester at school. Cooper was beating himself up for not being there, but he didn’t hide that he was proud of what I did. He’d seen a lot more of him hurting her than I did and was powerless to do anything.”

Blaine’s sobs had subsided. . He noticed that Kurt was nearer to him now, as if he wanted to make contact, but not sure of how he’d be received. Blaine closed the distance of their hands. He immediately relaxed.

“My Aunt is a badass.” Blaine was full on smiling at the words.  “He didn’t dare come by her house. But we couldn’t stay there forever. Mom got a job as a nurse in the hospital here and we moved.” He looked at Kurt. “I’m kinda terrified that I’ll come home and see that he has found us. He has that kind of money Kurt. He could just come after us. And if he touches my Mom again I… I don’t know if I’ll be conscious of how I respond and…”

He didn’t get time to finish. Kurt was hugging him. Kurt. Kurt was hugging him. And it felt just like he thought it would. Warm and natural and easy, like they were meant for this. Effortless. But it was also full of understanding and comfort and consolation. Even after his proclamation of being gay, even after telling him about his ass of a father. Kurt was still there, and was hugging him.

 “I’m gay too…” Kurt whispered. Blaine’s heart fluttered. This might be the best day ever.

Sky was sitting at the base of Davy’s feet. On Davy’s carpet. With her head resting on Davy’s knees. Great. Christ. Can this get anymore complicated!? They’ve always done this. Little touches and gestures. Acts of complete trust. Even after she started feeling something else. Something more. And what was she supposed to say. ‘Sorry! You can’t touch my face anymore because your fingers send a jolt of electricity through my body.’ Hell no! Not to Davy. She won’t lose Davy. She can’t lose Davy. Sky let out a heavy sigh. This is not the time to be thinking this shit! Her brother needs her help. NEEDS! Davy shifted and looked at her.

“What’s eating you Fuzz? You’ve been in some kind of mood since you got here.”

That damn pet name that never failed to evoke a tug somewhere in the region of her chest. She won’t even examine where exactly. It also means the beginning of a very personal talk. She can’t do that right now. So she steered her thoughts through a path that she can actually maneuver.

“D,” She began as she turned to look at him. Big mistake. Looking at him nowadays usually elicited some kind of involuntary reaction from her body. What the fuck was wrong with her! She shook her head to clear it.

“Pipin and Blaine have been damn near inseparable for three weeks. After the first one, I was beginning to think that they may not need my help and would get a move on, because any fool can see what’s between them. But no. They both decided to be dumbasses and are still ‘just friends’ and are making the task at hand that much harder, and…

“Take a breath Sky.” Davy interrupted. She obeyed taking a lung full of air.

“I’m just. Frustrated I guess.” She said.

“I know, I know.” He said coaxing her to calm down. He ran his fingers through her short brunette hair. She immediately relaxed into the touch.

“Think we should get the girls over here? Hear what they’re saying? They should all be back by now.” Davy asked.

“Yeah.” Sky barely replied. “That would be cool.” She was completely focused on the fingers running through her hair, grazing her neck. Davanne Marbeer was everything. Compassionate, sweet and understanding. He listens and he gives great advice and he keeps her sane and puts up with the crazy. Not to mention he was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. At least in Sky’s dictionary. And every other girl her age on her block too, if she’s not mistaken. Her thoughts took on a jealous possessive nature. Whoa. Ok focus. Umm… What was she even supposed to be thinking about right now? Oh yeah! The girls! Crap!

“See you in a couple of minutes.” Davy said as he hung up the phone. Oh my God when did he even get on the phone?! She really needed to focus!

“Hey where did you go just now?” Davy inquired, concerned. God he knew her so well.

“My head is kind of a crazy place right now.” Sky replied.

“Your head is always kind of a crazy place. I’d actually be worried if it wasn’t. Besides, I love your crazy head.” Davy said.

They both paused as what Davy said sunk in.

“I know.” Sky said, looking at her feet.

“Wanna talk?” Davy inquired, and just like that the mood shifted back to normal.

“We start McKinley next week. I’m a tad bit frazzled.” Sky said. She wasn’t lying. Starting McKinley was on her mind, it just wasn’t the only thing there.

“I’m not saying I’m scared. I’m just apprehensive, I guess.” She confessed.

“It’s ok Fuzz.” Cue stomach drop. Crap. “We’ll be there. I’ll be there.” Davy comforted.

Sky was smiling. “I know.” She chuckled.

A knock sounded at Davy’s door.

“They’re here!!!” Sky squealed.

Davy got up and opened his door.

“What’s up bitches!!!” Sue shouted. There was a complete uproar at the door as Sara, Suzanna and Rebecca piled unto Davy. He let out a huge “Umpff!”. Sky skipped to the door, unable to keep from laughing her ass off. All her friends were here. She felt like a little kid on a sugar high.

 “And now for some legitimate crazy time!” She shouted.