He looked at Blaine tiredly, lifting a hand to run it through his mess of curls. He'd never really seen it like this close up. Blaine would usually rush off to the bathroom to put a boatload of gel in it. It was nice, especially the way it seemed to cling to Kurt's fingers as his hand ran through it.

There was a quiet noise that came through Blaine's lips. A small, muffled groan. And then his eyes were blinking awake, squinting at the brightness and yawning, before looking around the room with a confused look upon his features.

He eyes stop on Kurt, and when he speaks, his voice is small, quiet. "…Did last night really happen?"

Kurt bites his lip and stares into Blaine's wide, sad, hopeful eyes, watching as they silently plead he's wrong. That last night was a dream. That his mother accepted him for who he is.

He nodded his head slowly, and continued to watch as Blaine fell apart all over again in his arms. It started with the stray tear, which was followed by another and another. His bottom lip started trembling until a broken, heart shattering sob left his lips.

Kurt wrapped him up into his arms, murmuring comforting words and kissing his messy curls. But he honestly didn't have a clue what to do other than hug him and hope.

~X~

It had taken Blaine a while to calm down, and that was after Kurt had ran to get him coffee, in his pyjamas and his hair messy, which means he must really like Blaine to do that looking like he did. And now Blaine sat, his legs folded, on his bed, holding the cup of coffee in his hands.

Kurt sat opposite him, his own legs folded. He just waited for Blaine. Waited for him to speak.

"… I… I honestly don't even know what I expected when I told her…"

Kurt frowned at him.

"I just… I don't understand how someone could say those things about their kids…"

Kurt remained silent, waiting for him to say more. Just being there to listen. Like Blaine had been for him.

"Why? Why would someone do that? And then my dad… all of it seems so weird. Isn't it usually the other way around? It's… I just… I can't believe it. I always knew she preferred Layla over me, but I didn't think she'd ever think those things about me. I just… Is Layla still in Ohio?"

"… I think so…"

"…Can you call her for me? As much as I trust you with everything, she's my sister. I need to talk to her."

Kurt nods and picks up Blaine's phone from where it lay on his bedside table. He clicked on Layla's number and pressed call, before pressing the device to his ear.

"Blaine?" She answered after just one ring, clearly having been waiting beside her phone.

"No.. it's Kurt. But could you come to Dalton? Blaine's still really upset. He's asking for you."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes." She replies, hanging up immediately.

Kurt sighs and puts Blaine's phone back on the table, and also shifts a little closer to Blaine in the process, so he's sitting beside him instead of in front of him.

"She'll be here soon, Blaine." Blaine nods and leans into him, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt sighs and kisses his head again, and they wait in complete silence for Layla.

When she arrives, the door is opened softly with a soft, 'Hey Blainers.', before she comes over and envelopes him into a hug. Kurt leaves to give them some alone time. Layla mouths a thank you to him as he leaves, and he nods in reply.

He closes the door and slides down it, so he's sitting on the floor. He sighs and looks straight ahead, which is when he realizes that Jesse is leaning against the wall opposite. They stared at each other for a minute silently.

"…Why did you get up to protect me and Blaine yesterday? I don't understand why you did it…"

Jesse looks at him and bites his lip, thinking. He sighs and sits down on the floor two, leaning against the wall. He then slowly ran a hand through his hair oddly, nervous.

"I don't know."

Kurt frowned; pushing his own hair from his face, annoyed that anyone could walk passed and see it like this.

"There has to be some reason, otherwise you wouldn't have done it."

"…I guess… that I felt protective? I don't know. Layla has felt like my sister since we met a year ago. And… in a way, it made me feel like Blaine is my brother. It's stupid…" He looked at the floor, twiddling his hands together.

"…There's more to it, Jesse, and you know it." Kurt leaned forwards a little unconsciously, intrigued.

"…Last year. When I was at McKinley… I know we never talked much, and you and Rachel were pretty much at each other's throats then… But I watched, every day, as you got bullied. And New Direction's barely did anything about it. And it clearly got a lot worse, for you to come here. Because I remember thinking you were so brave. Everything just use to roll off your back and you'd be back to your bitchy self in no time. But you're different now. Even though I haven't even been back for twenty-four hours, I can tell that something really bad happened and it's affected you in every way. Last night… I got afraid. Afraid that he'd hurt you. And Blaine. And… I couldn't let it happen. Something kept telling me that… that I had to stop him, so you wouldn't hurt any more than you already have."

Kurt stared at him, his jaw open a little in shock, and his eyes tearing up. And then he shuffled forwards on the floor and flung his arms around Jesse, hugging him tightly. Jesse was shocked at first, but he slowly hugged Kurt back.

The door to the dorm room opened quietly, and Layla looked down at them, confused.

"Well, this wasn't what I was expecting… did I miss an emotional speech?"

Startled, Kurt pulled away from Jesse quickly and stood, stumbling a little. Jesse smirked a little and stood up slower, steadier.

"Pretty much, L." Jesse said, throwing a sympathetic look at Kurt, who disregarded it.

"Is he okay?" He asked hopefully. Layla smiled a little.

"That coffee was a good idea, Kurt. He should be fine. A little over emotional and quiet, but he'll be back to his usual self in no time. Just… don't bring up mom." Kurt nodded, taking in every bit of information like it held the secret to life. "And Kurt… Thank you. He couldn't get through this without you."

Kurt gaped at her. "B-but he helped me… I.. I would've never even be h-here without him…"

Layla smiles, shrugging. "You help each other." She engulfs Kurt into a hug, rubbing his back lightly. "Now, me and Jesse have to go. You and Blaine are meeting us at the Lima Bean for a small lunch and a coffee before we leave tonight. And we'll come to New York to watch Nationals too."

Kurt smiled and nodded as he pulled away. He really did like Layla.

He said a quick good bye to both them and went back into the dorm, shutting the behind him. He sighed as he went over and sat on the bed beside Blaine.

"Hey." He whispered, watching him as he looked up, a small smile playing across his lips.

"…Hi. Can we… not talk about last night?"

"Sure. We can talk about whatever you want before we start getting ready for lunch." Blaine smiled properly then, and reached out for Kurt's hand, which the other boy took, smiling a little.

"…New York." Kurt cocked his head.

"What about it?"

"We're going to New York."

"We are." Kurt confirmed, still confused as to where this was going.

"I've been before… so what I wanted to ask you, was what do you want to see when we get there? The Warblers are so organized that we'll be perfect by the time it comes anyway. So we'll have the whole week to spend sightseeing before the competition."

Kurt laughed a little. "Well, The Statue of Liberty, The Empire State building, Times Square, Central Park, The Gershwin Theatre-" Kurt laughs as he saw Blaine's baffled face. "Is that too much for you, Anderson?"

Blaine smirked. "Not at all Hummel. Please do continue."

Kurt laughed again and squeezed Blaine's hand before leaning in and pecking his lips chastely before sitting back and telling Blaine more places he wants to see in New York, right down to the last detail.