Their lunch at Breadstix was lovely, Kurt had to admit. They talked a lot about music and movies, Blaine told him stories about Dalton and about his friends and he never pushed Kurt to talk about his friends. For an hour, Kurt almost forgot, why the walls of his room were so safe to run to. For an hour he felt normal and free again, but as soon as they made out of the restaurant and Blaine had to return to the garage, Kurt was alone again. He almost promised Blaine to stop by the garage again, but once he was back at home, he locked himself in for the rest of the week again.

The more he thought about their lunch, the more exposed he felt. He regretted telling about Karofsky to Blaine. He felt so pathetic for almost crying about his sad sad story to Blaine. Why the hell would Blaine even care about that?  Why he would even tell Blaine that the only time, Kurt had been this close to a boy, was the time, when he was kissed by bully? What would Blaine think about him now?

And what if Blaine told about Karofsky to his dad? Burt would kill Karofsky and tell the whole city that Karofsky is just as gay as Kurt was. And then he would be disappointed in Kurt for not telling him..

So no, Kurt never went back to garage, because he just wasn’t sure how to be around Blaine. Of course, he was still afraid that Blaine and Burt might talk too much and he became really paranoiac around his father, so he spent even more time in his room, lying on the bed, browsing internet or just doing nothing. He left his room only for bathroom or for dinner.

So this is how Kurt spent his entire week, until in Friday he found a surprise in their kitchen, when he went there for dinner.

Blaine was standing by the kitchen cabinet, looking like someone, who’s a little lost.

“Blaine,” Kurt stuttered in surprise. “Wha-what are you doing here?”

“Uhm..” Blaine mumbled, but didn’t get to answer because Carole and Burt walked into kitchen.

“Hey kiddo,” Burt said as Carole walked to the stove to take a look at the dinner, that should be ready right away. “I invited Blaine to join us, it’s not healthy to spend Fridays alone.”

Still confused, Kurt was searching for answers from Blaine.

“My parents are out of town, so I’m home alone..” he almost whispered for explanation.

Kurt turned away, trying not to panic. Blaine is in your kitchen, Blaine is in your kitchen, a voice in his head repeated. He wasn’t even sure, why exactly did he wanted to panic. Was it because he hadn’t showered for almost two days or was it because the dinner would be really awkward.

But it really wasn’t awkward. At least at the start, when Finn, Burt and Blaine were discussing football, while Kurt and Carole were quite quiet. Well, Kurt was quiet, Carole was just too busy with smiling to really say anything.

“So, Kurt, what have you been doing?” Burt asked once they ran out of football themed discussions.

“Uhm, you know, usual..” Kurt answered and shot his dad an angry look. Burt did it on purpose, Kurt was sure.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about that seeing a specialist thing-”

“DAD!”

“And I’m thinking, that if you don’t want to see one, then I will make you work in garage.”

“Could we NOT talk about that right now?!” Kurt exclaimed and really starting to panic, trying not to look at Blaine, who probably felt quite awkward too.

“You will NEVER talk about it, no matter, if there’s someone here, or not!” Burt was almost yelling.

“Burt,” Carole said with an asking tone.

“And now you’re trying to pressurize me?”

Burt didn’t answer. He went silence, afraid to admit, that yes, he was trying to pressurize his son.

So Kurt turned his head away from his dad, watched his food, what he didn’t want to eat anyway and then stood up. Without saying a word, he left the room and turned back to his room.

When he closed the door, he leaned on the wall and tried to just breathe. Painful tears ran down his cheeks, as it became harder to keep it together.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door.

“Sweetie, are you alride?” Carolie asked.

Kurt swallowed hard and cleared his voice, before answering.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said. “I’m sorry, I’m not really hungry.”

“Okay,” she mumbled and walked away.

Blaine didn’t get attached to people easily, but Kurt Hummel was someone, who was now constantly in his mind now, when he realized that he really needs help. Of course there was something more. They had good time during their lunch, it was great to discuss books and music with him, he was a great company.

So after Blaine had assured Burt, that he they were okay, and he understands, why he actually was invited, he arrived home, tired and spent. He went straight to bed and staring a ceiling for a little while, thinking about Kurt. He wanted to help him so badly, but he really wasn’t sure how.

“So how’s Kurt?” Blaine asked Burt on Monday morning, when they worked together on a car, that was just bought in.

Burt signed. “I don’t know.”

Blaine didn’t say a word. Burt was the one who looked like someone, who really needed some advice.

“It’s just that,” Burt said with a lot louder voice, giving up at his work and looking down directly into Blaine’s eyes. “I just don’t have any idea, how to help him you know.. I just want him to be like he was before: dressed like chocolate factory and singing like Diana Ross, while dancing in his room in a really tight costume.”

Blaine, accidentally, imagined Kurt dancing.

“I know I wasn’t exactly perfect father, when he came out to me, but we had a wonderful relationship before..”

Blaine looked at Burt, seeing a worry in his eyes, but didn’t find the right words to say anything. So he finished his work too, and straightened up.

“Sorry, kid,” Burt apologized after this weird moment, when they both looked into each other’s eyes. “Never mind, I just have a lot in my mind. You should take the rest of the day off, there’s not much to be done today anyway.”

“Are you sure?” Blaine asked before removing his cloves.

“Yes, of course, you’ve done a lot, you could really use this. I’m gonna stay here.”

“Okay.”

Blaine went to change, but instead of driving back home, he found himself driving towards Burt’s house.

He knocked the door a few times, before it was opened. He wasn’t sure why, but he expected Carole. But it was Kurt. This suited him even better. He looked worn out and tense, wearing grey sweatpants and shirt.

“What do YOU want?” Kurt asked with an unfriendly tone.

Blaine sniffed. “You were right, you really can be bitchy..”

Kurt’s face softened a bit. “Sorry,” he singed. “Do you want to come in?”

Blaine’s face lightened up with a smile and he tried really hard to not look weird.

“Sure.”

They walked through a hallway, to the kitchen, where Kurt stopped and turned to look at his face again.

“Are you home alone?” Blaine asked to break the silence.

“Finn is out with Rachel, Carole is at work and Burt at garage.. shouldn’t you be in the garage?”

“Burt gave me a day off.”

“Oh.”

“Now I’m sorry, but I still want to know, why you’re here..” Kurt demanded with a soft tone, when they

“I’m here for you actually,” Blaine said nervously. Kurt’s face light up with surprise. “I thought, that maybe we could go for coffee.”

“It’s almost afternoon.”

“It’s never too late for coffee..”

Kurt examined Blaine’s face for a few seconds.

“Why?” Kurt asked after thinking pause.

“I really enjoyed our lunch, so I wondered, If we could kind of.. repeat that..”

Kurt looked doubtful, maybe even skeptical.

„Look,“ Blaine signed then. „I know, that you think, that I’m here for a pity party, but I swear I’m not.”

“You’re not?” Kurt asked with a high pitch.

“No,” Blaine assured. But Kurt still wasn’t sure.  “You don’t have to say a word  about your life, If it suits you better.”

“Have you told Burt?” Kurt asked then, looking a little nervious.

“Have I told what?”

“About Karofsky.”

“Of course not,” Blaine assured, feeling a little offenced. He couldn't blaime Kurt, they barely knew each other. “I would never ever tell it to anybody. It’s not my secret to tell.”

With that, Kurt was convinced.

“I’m going to change,” Kurt told him and left Blaine alone in the kitchen for a moment to change his clothes.