Blaine. Beautiful Blaine. The way his large puppy eyes glistened, rich with sweetness like honey. They sent a warm chill through up anybody's spine. Oh and his smile, granted from heaven above with his perfect teeth, plump lips and the way his eyes creased at the corners. Then there was his nervous smile, the one where he would turn only one corner of his mouth lips, his cheeks would turn rosy pink and he would wringe his hands with shyness. How could such a perfect human being be able to live in such a hateful world, full of thieves and vultures and scum. And yet, still with his elegence, grace and pure brilliance, he would turn the other cheek to those whom had sinned and wronged him. He would right those wrongs, or atleast try his damn well best. Perhaps it may seem like a drawback to have come from an all boys private school but...it's new. Fresh. Him. Beautiful him. Beautiful Blaine. If only one day it could grow and develope.

"'My Beautiful Blaine." The worlds rolled off of Kurt's turn with ease; letting out a petite chuckle to himself afterwards. Steadily, Kurt inhaled deeply, hoping to take in the aroma of 'Mister perfection', but soon regretted it when he was plunged back into the world of reality. His eyes shot open as the putride smell of a teenage boys' bathroom filled his American beauty nose. 'How dare you think of Blaine like that! You are stronger than this!' Scoffing in disgust, he rolled his azure eyes at his placement. He was curled up in a ball, his knees under his chin and his arms wrapped around them. Did he really fall asleep like this? For how long? "Ugh. The sun's already setting" He grunted, squinting his eyes at the vibrant orange light from the small square window on the opposite tiled wall. Wait, what's that?

As his head lolled back, he felt something coushin his skull from the hard tiles. Tentatively, Kurt lifted his right hand to grasp the soft material.

"A cardigan?" His eyebrow quirked. "...With lobsters on it..." Sticking his tongue out in distaste he willed his legs to spring into action and climbed to his verticle stance, tossing the out-of-style clothing to the floor. "Ah shit" He held his hands to his head as the dizziness crept over him. As it eased he removed his hands and glanced back down at the cardigan. He was about to stride away but something caught his eye.

The name was scrawled on the label beneath the collar. Narrowing his eyes, Kurt urged himself to pick it up loosely, fiddling with one of the buttons between his forefinger and thumb. Beautiful Blaine. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Stop it." He spoke sternly in the empty space."Stop thinking like that" His strong vocals trailed off as the delightful sound of music echoed through the hallway on the other side of the bathroom door. The melody seemed familiar but he was certain he had never heard the song before. Of course. It wasn't the song he recognised. It was the voice.

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'It's 72 degrees, zero chance of rain
It's been a perfect day
We're all spinning on our heels, so far away from real
In California'

The Glee club sat, fighting the urge to leap up to Blaine's side and dance along with him. He gracefully slid across the floor in his smart shoes, twisting and turning as he hit each not like a pro. He practically skipped up to the piano before perching himself upon it, comically winking to Brad, making the glee club giggle. Childishly, he swung his his legs too and froe as he sung the next part.

'We watched the sunset from our car, we all took it in
And by the time that it was dark, you and me had something, yeah!'

He excitedly bounced to his feet, the cheerful smile etched onto his face. Everybody cheered and rose to their feet as he made silly dance moves look proffessional. Blaine was truly the entertaining, pulling faces and looking goofy was his way of making people laugh. But now, nobody was laughing. Blaine had stuttered and was now being qued by the band to continue but his eyes seemed vacant.

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Kurt jogged through the corridoor (shoving the cardigan into his bag), unable to go any faster due to the lack of food he had consumed. He knew exactly where he was going. Just because he'd quit glee didn't mean he had completely erased all memory of the people there or where the choir room was located. He took a sharp corner, lengthening his strides as he neared the doorway. As he came to a halt in the doorway, he witnessed Blaine stood on the piano with his back to him, obviously doing dorky poses and probably a face to match. Everyone were on their toes, jumping to the beats and singing a few of the lyrics along with Blaine. None of them seemed to notice him, he was almost invisible. Almost.

A thundering silence roared over the entire room. Even Blaine had frozen. Only the band continued to play, giving the male lead looks as if to say 'C'mon, we haven't got all day'. It had been Rachel's keen eye which had caught Kurt out. Immediatly she had elbowed Finn whom had set his eyes firmly on Kurt. Soon followed by Artie, Santana, Brittany (who actually seemed confused), Mercedes and the rest of Glee club. Even Mr Shuester was speechless. Blaine still had his back to him, but the muttered conversations involving Kurt's name was a big hint. Perhaps he shouldn't follow his nose...well, his ears.

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The chorus was being qued to Blaine but now things had changed. Kurt was here. The troubled boy who had sworn never to return to Glee. Maybe he was having some sort of effect on him. He caught a glimpse of the guitarist's bored look and composed himself. 'You can do this' He thought. Okay. Suddenly Blaine swivvled one hundred and eighty degrees on his heel, now facing his rebellious angel.

'And if this is what we've got, then what we've got is gold
We're shining bright and I want you, I want you to know
The morning's on it's way, our friends all say goodbye
There's nowhere else to go, I hope that you'll stay the night'

Hurdling from the piano, he landed without a hitch, followed by a cheeky smile and wink towards Kurt. He began doing actions to the song, still keeping up his comedic style.

'We've been singing Billie Jean
Mixin' vodka with caffeine
We've got strangers stopping by
And though you're out of tune
Girl you blow my mind, you do
And I'll say I don't wanna say good night
There s'no quiet corner to get to know each other
And there's no hurry I'm a patient man
As your discover'

Blaine tugged Brittany into a quick-paced dance, soon leading her ove to Santana who gladly took over. He then swayed behind Finn and sang over Rachel's shoulder, ruffled Sam's hair, pinched Sugar's cheek before leap-frogging over Artie. Before he knew it, everyone was laugh again, apart from one. From the corner of his eye he noticed Kurt's longing eyes, scanning every person and taking in their joyful grins. Blaine bounded over to Kurt, taking him off guard.

'Cause if this is what we've got, then what we've got is gold
We're shining bright and I want you, I want you to know
The morning's on it's way, our friends all say goodbye
There's nowhere else to go, I hope that you'll stay the night'
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Kurt's heart pounded in his chest, his gaze locked onto Blaine's honeysuckle eyes. Oh gosh, he was trying to make him laugh. Or maybe he just pulls the weirdest faces when he sings. Refusing to give into his charm Kurt pressed his lips together. But to no availe. A tiny giggle escaped his lips in which he then covered his mouth immediatly to cover any evidence there was of it. Damn his infuriatingly adorable self. Maybe Blaine hadn't heard it. He had. Swiftly, Blaine clutched Kurt's hand and bobbed into the centre of the room, leading Kurt along with him. Blaine began to sway, sending Kurt warming looks and still holding every note perfectly. However, Kurt was still. It had been over a year since he had been in this sort of atmosphere.

During his daze, Kurt had failed to notice the slower part of the song arrive, he soon snapped out of it when Blaine wrapped a hand around him to the small of his back, his left hand still entwined with Blaine's. This time when Kurt inhaled he could smell it. Aftershave, cinnimon, apples and mint. He could smell Blaine.

'Just like the song on our radio set
We'll share the shelter of my single bed
But it's a different tune that's stuck in my head
And it goes…'

And the moment was perfect. But as soon as it had arrived, it had long gone. Blaine cheerfully outstretched his arms, twirled Kurt beneath one, pulled him back in the sung the next lyrics in his ear.

'If this is what we've got, then what we've got is gold
We're shining bright and I want you, I want you to know
The morning's on it's way, our friends all say goodbye
There's nowhere else to go, I hope that you'll stay the night'

The song had ended and so had Kurt's fantasy. Blaine still had Kurt's hands in his own, gently stroking the fingers and joints. His sweet expression was genuine, especially in contrast to their fierce words in passed conversations. This was different. Just like that time...
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"So, would you say I've won you over yet?" Blaine gleamed. He knew if he could get Kurt to realise how much he missed Glee club then he would be in a shot of befriending and even helping this boy.

"No." Kurt spoke coldly, not an ounce of guilt in his tone. Blaine's grin drooped.

"Oh...um...I thought you enjoyed that"

"No. It was dreadful." Kurt scorned, shoving Blaine's hands away.

"You was laughing"

"Yeah, at the thought that someone would even attempt to wear an item of clothing with crestations on it, let alone to buy it" He let out a fake laugh into the nearingly empty room. The Glee club members had been crowding them; smiling, laughing, congratulation Kurt's return. But it's surprising how far a could of 'Talk to me one more time and I break your face' glares can go. Even Puck followed the herd.

"Why are you like this? What made you hate Glee so much?" Blaine turned back into his concerned, almost belittling, persona.

"I don't hate Glee club."

"Then why?"

"Look, why don't you go to a charity shop and purchase some more hair gel as I think you haven't quite reached the 'touch it and you're stuck for life' vibe yet."

"Do you always have to tear people down?"

"Do you always have to be a smart-ass?"

"I think you're a really amazing person" Blaine's voice was soft and sensitive. It sent rushes of calmness through Kurt's body, just something about it, something familiar yet new and fresh. It was so difficult to explaine. Still, an amazing person? Is he out of his mind?

Kurt scoffed making Blaine chuckle.

"Why are you laughing? Has your gel sunk into your brain and affected your ability to control emotions or have you altered it?"

"You come out with the weirdest crap"

"No, seriously. Did you accidently use milk or cheese spread?"

"Okay stop"

"Maybe BBQ sauce? Would that mean that you're actually blonde?"

"What's your obsession with food?"

"Or perhaps you liquidized sweets! Smarties? Sherbert lemons? Redvines?"

"Sorry, what?"

"You've been using Redvines as hairgel haven't you? I knew it!"

"Okay three things. 1) That's a waste of Redvines 2) What can't they do? 3) For a subdued teenage boy whose against the world and resents me in everyway, you're quite childish."

He was right. Kurt was acting pretty childish right now. Usually he would slash him with insults as vicsious as Sue's wardrobe variety (or lack of). Instead of using foul language and sexual references, he was suggesting the absurd comment that Blaine uses Redvines for hairgel.

"Okay Kurt. I can tell you're not quite yourself today. I don't know why and as much as I want to help you, I can't." Blaine whispered loud enough for Kurt to hear, at the same time he gently rested his hands on Kurt's forearms. He continued. "But, I'm here for you. When you need someone to make fun of or admit your emotions to or a shoulder to cry on. I'm here, okay?"

"W-why would you do that for me?"

"As I said. You're amazing and you deserve amazing things" With that, he gave a tight smile and walked towards the door. Kurt glanced back down to the clothing item in his hand, opening his mouth to start forming the sentence. Before he could, Blaine was gone.
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"I don't understand" Brittany whimpered to Santana as they strolled through the parking lot.

"What don't you understand, Britt?" She patiently replied.

"Why were Mr and Mrs Unicorn fighting after being so happy?"

Santana caught Brittany's eyes. She was so innocent yet she noticed more things than most people realised. Yes, she spoke about them in a child-like manner but the brainwaves were still there, and so were the facts.

"I don't know." Santana answered honestly. Brittany giggled to herself. "What are you giggling at?" Santana asked inquisitivley. It wasn't unusual for Brittany to randomly begin to laugh at a memory of Lord Tubbington's impression on Mike Chang or when Sam read her a quote in Harry Potter stating the word 'ejaculated'. So Santana was prepared.

"Isn't it funny? We spend all our lives looking for that one person that's going to make the difference." She laughed a little louder this time and averted her eyes to the latina's before continuing. "We never quite sure whether it's for the better or for the worse. At the time we seem positive that you couldn't live without that person and then when they vanish, you're not as heartbroken as you thought. But I think for Kurt and Blaine it's different"

"How's that?"

"It's like what Lord Tubbington said. The sun and the rain clash for the spotlight but in the end they must always come together to make something beautiful. Unicorns always look better under a rainbow right?"

Brittany was incredibly intelligent, just in a different way, and only Santana had seen it. She muttered the words 'I love you' then gave Brittany a chaste kiss before heading to the car.
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Blaine sat on the edge of his bed, his fingers interlocked and his chin resting on his knuckles. His thoughts over crowded his mind but only one image kept flashing up. Kurt's arm. As he had tried to comfort him he had slip some of the jacket up Kurt's arm without him noticing. He innocently glanced down trying to avert his eyes away from Kurt's but as he did, he realised that there was more to the story than a kid with a bad attitude. He began to piece things he knew about Kurt together.

-Can easily create harshful insults

-Openly gay

-Used to be kind, gentle and passionate

-Risks his life, including selfharm

-Avoids speaking about his family

-Gave up on his friends and dreams

-Eats alone

'What happened to you Kurt?' Blaine began to Decifer what was going on in Kurt's head, but the more he thought, the less he wanted to imagine it. He wanted to help him so badly but he just could bring himself to confront him, especially when he was trying to build up their trust instead of knocking it down by pressuring him. It was enough to make him want to go up to Kurt and shake all of the bad memories and pain from him. 'Ha! A fool's dream.' His brain was engulfed by thoughts once again so he decided to call it a night.

Even after brushing his teeth, getting changed, reading a book and settling into bed, his mind was still restless with ideas. Most of them were blatintly obvious but others...they were cruel and nothing like Blaine had ever thought about before. What if it was people like him that had done this to him? What if he was making it worse?

"Calm down Blainers. It's not you're fault. Whatever effected Kurt so much to create who he is today has nothing to do with you and you have no obligation to fix it" He spoke mildly.' But I want to fix it. I want to see more of the real Kurt that I keep uncovering.' The mission had changed. As much as Blaine relished the thought of cocky banter and harsh empty insults thrown back and forth as he played along with Kurt's game, he found something he wanted to do more.

'I want to meet the real Kurt. The amazing Kurt that is hiding beneath the black eyeliner. And...and I want to be the one to show him how amazing he is.'

Blaine tossed and turned throughout the night, relentlessly repeating the same words in his head like an ancient chant.

'I want to be Kurt Hummel's saviour.'