He was currently sitting in front of his mirror, trying to figure out whatever was going on in his head.

Last nights dream had been his worst yet... he shuddered remembering it.

But then Blaine came... The second he saw Blaine's face, he felt better. And then Blaine's arms were around him, they made him feel safe. He felt safer, better, even normal when Blaine was with him. Though he'd never actually admit to the guys face, Blaine was helping him. But through that, something else happened along the way.

And this scared Kurt.

He snatched up his phone and sent an urgent text to Mercedes.

What are you doing RIGHT now?

The reply was instant and straight to the point.

With Rachel and Tina. Not busy.

Great. All three of you get your asses to my house. NOW!

While he waited for them, he turned to his wardrobe. He hadn't even opened it in over a month and he was starting to miss his clothes.

He inched towards it and opened the doors slowly and just stared. He didn't know what to do with it anymore... There was a knock from the front door and Kurt heard Finn let them in. They were pretty quick to get here, not that Kurt was complaining. They were upstairs in a matter of seconds and Kurt turned away from his wardrobe to greet them.

"Damn, boy, you look like hell." Mercedes said when she hugged him. Kurt hadn't actually done anything since he got up yet, and considering his night, he figured she was right, so he didn't say anything.

"Oh, Kurt, I missed you!" Rachel said as she came to interrupt them so she could hug him herself. And then Tina came in wordlessly, but kissed him lightly on the cheek and they both exchanged knowing looks before they parted fully.

"So what's the deal?" Mercedes asked, sitting on Kurt's unmade bed, Rachel and Tina following her lead.

"I..." Kurt didn't know where to start.

"Maybe you should start at the beginning?" Rachel offered, sensing Kurt's dilemma.

"If I knew when that was." Kurt mumbled.

"It's about Blaine. Isn't it?" Rachel and Mercedes shot Tina confused looks, so they missed Kurt's nod in affirmation. "What about him, exactly?" She asked sweetly. The other two, knowing the missed something, whipped their heads back to face Kurt.

"W-well... I think I- I mean I know I- I don't know." Kurt huffed. He folded his arms in frustration and scowled at in nothing in particular.

"I think I know where this is headed." Rachel sighed. Kurt shot her a look and she elaborated. "It happens with most guys you meet, Kurt. First Finn, then Sam. And that's because they were nice to you. And now Blaine comes along and is like a freaking super hero."

"What do you mean?" Mercedes asked, confused.

"Kurt's in love with Blaine." Kurt's gaze fell to the floor, not wanting to see them, even if that was why he asked them to come.

"Kurt..." he looked up at Mercedes. "You need to stop falling for straight people." He bit his lip for two reasons. Firstly, because he didn't think Quinn wasn't a very trustworthy person and Blaine should dump her sorry ass, and secondly, Blaine might be questioning his sexuality. Neither had broached the subject in a while, but Kurt knew that when Blaine thought he was asleep, he would be thinking about. Kurt knew this because Blaine had a habit of mumbling.

"I know, but it pisses me off because he's with Quinn and I don't trust h-"

"Hold up! He's still with Quinn?" Mercedes asked. Kurt nodded, a little confused as to why she would ask that. The three girls shared a look.

"Kurt... Are you sure?" Rachel asked, watching her hands.

"Positive. Blaine would have told me otherwise. Why?"

"Quinn's been telling people that they broke up..." Kurt's eyes widened as Tina spoke.

"Why would she do that?" He didn't get an answer because none of them knew.

~X~

The second Blaine got in his house, he was practically attacked by his mother.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" She yelled, walking down the hall, quickly followed by Layla and their dad.

"It's not like I was doing anything bad..." He said cautiously, trying not to say the wrong thing.

"Blaine, Just tell us." Blaine didn't answer his dad as he placed his keys onto a small table by the door.

"Blaine Anderson, tell me where you've been right now!" Blaine raised his eyebrows.

"Using my last name isn't going to change my answer. You've kept secrets, let me keep mine." He said trying to move past her, but she was just as hard to get past as Layla was.

"Me being pregnant has nothing to do with this. I'm the parent here and you do as you're told." She glared at him and Blaine just shook his head.

"You stopped being the parent the second you shipped me off to Dalton." He spat. Layla gasped and their dad's eyes widened. "I've grown up now. Without the help of you."

"Blaine! Te-"

"If it was Layla sneaking out, you wouldn't be this angry. Is it because I have a girlfriend?" His voice started to rise. "Because I haven't even spoke to her in two weeks! I went to see a friend okay! And you don't know about him because you haven't spoke to me since I packed for Dalton! If you must know, he has fucking nightmares every fucking night because of something that happened to him that was my fault! But for some reason he seems to think that I'm helping him so I am! HE. NEEDS. ME! And i'm going to help him whether you try and stop me or not. Now move out of my fucking way." His mother was shocked by his every word and Blaine effortlessly got past her. He made his way to his room followed by Layla. He didn't even try to push her back out of his room once they entered, no matter how much he wanted to be alone.

He was shaking with rage. Every kid sneaks out at some point in their lives. He even remembers when Layla used to do it all the time all she got told was not to do it again. Why did they feel the need to have a go at him for doing it once?

"Blaine?"

"WHAT?" He yelled as he fell against his bed in an attempt to calm down. Layla sensed how reluctant he was to participate in a conversation right now. SO she muttered something and left Blaine to wallow in his thoughts.