Blaine slammed the door of his tiny apartment closed, while carelessly tossing the keys into a bowl. Work had been tough that day. As his job at the support group was 100% voluntary, he worked as a barista in a coffee shop in the afternoons, just so he could pay his bills. After he came out to his parents at the age of 19, Blaine had been disowned and thrown into the world with a small amount of money. Cooper helped him whenever he could, but he knew his brother had a family to take care of and couldn't fully support Blaine financially. That was the main reason he had dropped off college in New York and went back to Ohio. Apartments were expensive in New York, and he barely could afford the rent of the teeny tiny one he lived in Lima, Ohio. He grabbed some leftover pizza from the other night and turned the TV on, watching whatever was on it but without really paying attention.Kurt. Now, Blaine was no professional when it came to counseling, sure, he was majoring in psychology in college but he never got the chance to actually graduate. The support group was the closest thing he'd ever get to being a psychologist. He had been extremely blunt to Kurt, telling a guy who had just lost his father to trust and open up to him. What the hell was he thinking. Blaine run a hand through his messy hair. Maybe he could fix it next Thursday, when Kurt came over to the support group.
Meanwhile, Kurt got himself ready to bed, those were the worst times, when he was in the silence, thinking about life. He's remember everything that ever happened to him and his father, how much they had went through and ithurt, it hurt more than anything. It hurt so much he'd cry himself to sleep, mumbling how he wanted his father back or how he wanted to simply be dead in order to reunite with Burt. He had no hopes anymore, all the dreams he'd ever had were gone by now, him being left with the grief and pain alone. He was depressed to say the least, going out didn't seem like an option to him, he ate just enough so he wouldn't starve to death and his time was mostly spent sleeping.
"You need to go out, Kurt." Finn told him the next morning over the breakfast table.
"You don't get it, Finn." he sighed, taking another bite from his french toast.
"I can try. I know I didn't experience this kind of pain because I never met my dad, but Burt was kind of a dad to me too. You're still my little brother and I care about you." He said and Kurt shook his head disbelievengly. "No, Finn, I'm not ready to go back to having a social life again, it's too soon. I... I just don't feel ready to let go yet."
Finn smiled comfortingly, patting his brother's knee. "You can't postpone it forever though. Someday you'll have to go out, Rachel's coming to town this weekend, usually I'd keep her all to myself but I am willing to lend her to you, dude." Finn's smile faded away. "Not inthatway though, seriously, that'd be too weird and..."
"Finn."
"and it's totally considered cheating because..."
"Finn."
"and I'm sure you are good looking but she's..."
"FINN!" He shouted.
"What?" Asked the taller man, confused.
"I'm gay, remember?" He said, suppressing a laugh.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, man." Finn laughed uncomfortably.
"Don't worry..." Kurt told him, the sadness returning to his eyes.
"I mean it, Kurt. Go out this weekend, please. For me." He insisted. And that was one more thing he'd add to the list of the things he'd done for other people.

Blaine was busy checking some e-mails when he received a skype call from Cooper, he immediately clicked on the answer button and his brother's face popped up on the screen.

"Hey, Blainers!" Cooper said gleefully, smiling like a dork.

"What's up, Coop?" he smiled as well, even though his was a little bit weaker.

"Not much, taking care of the kids and Sarah... What about you?" he asked.

"I'm fine..." Blaine answered half-heartedly, averting his gaze from the laptop camera.

"Yeah, right." Cooper laughed disbelievingly "You can fool yourself all you want but don't try to pull that shit on me."

"Same old, same old, Cooper..." he shook his head slightly.

"I've told you this before and I'm telling you now. Don't make me fly all the way to Ohio and kick your ass." Cooper pointed to the camera of his own laptop. "You're still young, Blaine, you're 28! You can do whatever you need and want to, come to New York, please." he begged.

"I can't just take your money, you know I can't ask you for this kind of thing." Blaine managed to say.

"You're not asking me, I'm offering my support to you. Why can't you just take it?" Cooper groaned.

"I can't, it's complicated." the dark haired man said.

"It's not... You go to New York, you apply to college, you worry about your education and I worry about the money." Cooper sighed and Blaine crossed his arms.

"You talk like a rich man, Cooper." he retorted.

"I'm comfortable, I'm not that poor, Blaine." Cooper was starting to get frustrated. Blaine couldn't possibly do that, he knew how much his brother wanted to go back to college.

"You can support three people, Cooper. If you add a fourth one to the equation, things are going to get complicated."

"I'll manage, I'll double my shift. I'll do whatever it takes, why can't you just accept that I'm willing to help you?"

"Because I can't do that to your wife and kids, ok?" Blaine raised his voice. "It's hard you know? Imagine, your husband giving away money for his fucking failure of a brother, while still having to support two little kids! I can't take that from them, Cooper!"

"We'll talk later, ok? I... little Sean is asking for me." Cooper said, ending the call.

"It's so good to see you, Kurt, I missed you so much!" Rachel said, hugging him tightly.

"Missed you too, Rach..." he said, hugging her as well but not with so much force.
"I'm so sorry for your dad... I know I've said this before, but I just can't believe that happened, it's just so surreal..." she started to sob but stopped quickly.Please, don't make me feel worse, Rachel.
He nodded instead and pressed his lips in a thin line, trying to keep the tears from falling.
"Ok, I'm not here to make you sad, I came to cheer you up." Rachel smiled softly, even though her voice was a little croaked. "What do you want to do?"
Kurt sighed "I don't know..."
"Do you want to get coffee?" asked Rachel, hesitantly.
"Sure... whatever you want is good."

They drove in silence to the Lima Bean, Rachel looking over to Kurt every few seconds to make sure he was ok, his position wouldn't change though, he found himself slunched over the car door.

They got there quickly and got in the line.

"Good morning, welcome to the Lima Bean. What can I get you?" a familiar voice said and Kurt had to look up immediately. Blaine stood there in a black apron, also looking at him intently and curiously.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah, hi Kurt... How are you?" Blaine replied breathlessly, eyebrows still arched up in surprise.

"I'm fine... I didn't know you worked here." the conversation was cut short as there were clients waiting for their own drinks.

"Yeah, um, sorry, I don't mean to be rude or anything but... What can I get you to drink?" he asked, apologizing. It was clear he wanted to keep talking but just couldn't.

"Uh, a grande non-fat mocha and an espresso, please." Kurt stammered, feeling the heat on his cheeks and ears.

"Ok, that'll be $8.67." he said, already accepting the 10 dollar bill. "See you next Thursday?" Blaine asked expectantly.

"Yes, of course. See you around, Blaine."

"Who was that guy you were talking to?" asked Rachel, taking a sip of her espresso.

"No one... He's just my counselor at support group." he answered, adding sugar to his coffee.

"Oh... Is there some mutual interest going on or...?" she tried to tease.

"You know I'm not ready for this, Rach..." he sighed uncrossing his legs. "I don't think I'll ever be. Plus, I doubt he's even interested."

"Why? Is he not gay?" Rachel gaped, resting her hands on the table.

"I don't know, maybe he is... But still, he's not there to pick anyone up, he's just trying to do his job by being polite toward me." he dismissed.

"Quacks like a duck." she smiled, trying not to laugh.

"Whatever." Kurt chuckled a little.

The rest of the day went on lightly as Rachel made an enormous effort into cheering Kurt up and changing the topic whenever it got too serious. Kurt was really greatful for it, really, but he just needed some alone time.

"This week, we'll be discussing about some interesting topics and I'd really like if everyone participated." Blaine said, smiling neutrally and looking at the support group members. "I want you all to tell the group one by one a remarkable experience you've had in your life. It can be anything, from a time you ate three tubes of ice cream at once," a few of the members laughed at that "to when you went on a trip and something great happened." Braxton, the middle-aged man was the first to start.

"I once went on a road trip with some friends of mine, we drove for twelve hours straight and ended up in a small town in the middle of nowhere. It took us a long time to find our way back, but it was worth it. We met some really good people there." he smiled at the memory.

"Your turn, Kurt." Blaine sais, snapping Kurt out of his thoughts.

"I... um... I didn't think about a story." he admitted, blushing at the attentive eyes of the people around him.

"It's ok, you can tell us whatever comes to your mind." Blaine smiled reassuringly.

"I... ok. Um, I was 16 and... well, I wasn't out of the closet yet. M-my dad, he... I wasn't sure how he would react if I told him so I had decided to stay where it was safe." he took a deep breath.Don't cry, Kurt, don't cry. "I joined the football team and surprisingly, I was pretty good. When we won the game because of me, I realized I could be a lot of things at once if I wanted to. So I told him... I told him, and I could tell there was something that died with him that day. I knew he accepted me, he wanted me to be happy no matter what. He told me that he loved me and we hugged each other. But I knew he thought 'Oh, I'll never have grandchildren to take care of...' and it killed me. It killed me that I couldn't give him that. It still kills me little by little every day." he was crying by this point. Everyone was staring at him intently as if they had no words to reply to that.

"Kurt, are you ok?" Blaine asked quietly, the worry clear in his hazel eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." he said, wiping his eyes. Blaine sighed.

"C'mon, let's get yourself clean and calm." he said, touching Kurt's shoulder. "Guys, let's take a quick break, ok?"

"You didn't have to do that, Blaine." Kurt shook his head slowly, drinking some of the water Blaine had given him so he would stop sobbing.

"I do have to do that, remember Kurt? I need you to feel well." he said smiling softly. "I'm not doing it because I have to, though."

"Why are you doing this then?" the blue eyed man asked almost angrily.

"I... don't know. You seem like you need support right now, Kurt. I want to help you because."

Nice, another person who just thinks I'm a porcelain doll.Kurt thought.

"Can I give you my phone number?" Great, Blaine. Be unprofessional.

"Why?" Kurt seemed startled by the question.

"Because I want you to contact me whenever you feel like you need someone to talk to, text me or call me whenever you want. Even if I'm probably asleep." he scribbled his number on a paper and Kurt accepted it without hesitation.