“What happened!?” Wes exclaimed, entering Blaine's dorm at his own accord after seeing Kurt run out crying. Blaine just stood in the centre of his room, staring at the door with a blank expression. “Blaine?” Wes asked gently, and that's when Blaine broke. His face scrunched up in pain as cold tears trickled their way down his face, his sobs were echoing off the walls in the room and he looked absolutely heartbroken.

Wes immediately crossed the room and enveloped his best friend in a hug, trying to calm him down by rubbing soothing circles across his back. He pulled the crying boy over to his bed and cradling him against his chest in a half hug.

“What happened?” Wes asked softly, continuing the repetitive pattern he was creating on Blaine's back with his hand.

“I told him and he said he couldn't be with me because there's 'too much I don't know about him' even though he claims to like me back and when I asked him what he meant he freaked out and ran out of the room crying.”

“That's really weird...are you okay?”

“No,” Blaine said, shaking his head as more tears left his eyes. “I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with him and he just ran out without explaining.”

“Give him some time and try talking to him again. I saw the look on his face when he ran out and he looked genuinely upset, I don't think he wanted to hurt you.”

Giving Kurt time turned out to be easier than expected, considering he missed three days of school. When Kurt returned, there was an awkward tension between the two boys. They both clearly missed each other but they were too afraid to say anything.

Blaine stopped avoiding Kurt, however, when he saw the other teen practically attacking the lock on his locker.

“What's wrong?” Blaine asked, rushing over to Kurt.

“I can't get this stupid combination to work on this stupid, stupid, stupid...” Kurt began to chant, hitting his locker furiously until he felt a pair of warm, gentle hands wrap around his own, ultimately stopping him from breaking the door on his locker.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Blaine said softly, pulling Kurt's hands away from the metal door, physically flinching when he saw the bruises already starting to form on the other boy's hands. “Kurt, you look like you haven't slept in weeks. Are you okay?”

“No,” Kurt sighed.

“Do you wanna talk?” He asked. Kurt nodded in response so Blaine took one of his hands and led him back to his dorm room, not caring that they were probably going to end up missing their next lesson. He led Kurt inside his dorm room when they finally reached it and threw his bag onto his bed before sitting on it. Blaine motioned for Kurt to sit next to him, so the other teen did, shrugging off his blazer and resting his bag next to the bed. “So what's up?”

“Everything,” Kurt groaned. “I haven't been able to sleep properly in days, I've been late for work literally every day for the past two weeks and I miss you.”

“I...wait, you work?” Kurt nodded in response. “Okay, not important.”

“Blaine...I'm really sorry about the other day.”

“It's okay.”

“No it's not. That wasn't fair to you. I could tell how nervous you were to tell me and then I just ran out without really explaining anything. I really do want to explain everything to you, but I don't know how.”

“What do you mean you don't know how?” Blaine asked confusedly, waiting a few moments for Kurt to answer but getting no response. “Kurt?”

“I'm scared.” Kurt said quietly, staring at the floor.

“Scared of what?” Blaine asked, tentatively reaching out a hand to Kurt's cheek, caressing it softly as he turned the other boys head so that they were making eye contact.

“I'm scared that if I tell you, you'll never look at me the same again.” Kurt explained, his voice breaking as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Kurt,” Blaine said gently, pulling his friend closer into a hug as Kurt began to cry. “I'm pretty sure you could tell me that you kick puppies for fun and it wouldn't change my feelings for you at this point.” He said, eliciting a choked laugh from Kurt who had his head buried in the fabric of Blaine's shirt.

“I promise you, I don't kick puppies for fun.”

“Well good,” Blaine laughed, rubbing soothing circles over Kurt's back. “Because then I'd have to start pouting at you, and we all know how that ends.”

“You do have a cute pout,” Kurt admitted, his sobs subsiding slightly.

“It's a gift.” Blaine mused sarcastically.

“Dork.”

“Thank you,” Blaine replied, pulling back a little to look at the other teen. “Do you feel less scared now?”

“Not really,” Kurt laughed, wiping his tears away from his face. “I'm still absolutely terrified that you're gonna hate me.”

“I'm not going to hate you,” Blaine said slowly, taking Kurt's shaking hands into his own. “I know you're scared. Frankly, so am I. You're making it sound like it's something really bad and it's kind of creeping me out, but I really, really like you and if this is what's holding you back then I need you to talk to me or I'm actually going to go crazy.”

“I really, really like you too,” Kurt sniffed. “That's why I'm so scared.”

“You don't have to tell me now, or at all, if you really don't want to.” Blaine replied, wiping the rest of Kurt's tears away with his thumbs gently.

“I want to tell you, I-” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he prepared himself for what he was about to say.

“I have a baby.”