"Blaine, right?" he asked. Blaine nodded swiftly.

"Kurt called me." He clarified. His dad gave him a small smile.

"He's upstairs. First door on the right." He said, letting Blaine enter their home and closing the door behind him.

"How's he doing?" Blaine asked sincerely.

"Not good. He's been cooped up in his room all week watching sad movies and eating ice cream. He's also been suffering form nightmares and crying a lot." Blaine frowned. Kurt's life had been hell and when Blaine had tried to help he'd made it worse. Kurt's dad seemed to know what he was thinking and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Stop blaming yourself, kid. You tried to help him when no one else would. It was all that Karofsky kid's fault for being sick the head. Don't beat yourself up about this." Blaine nodded, not trusting his voice. "Go on up then."

Blaine made his way up the stairs slowly, stopping at the first door on his right. it was closed so he decided to do the polite thing and knock.

"Come in." came a muffled voice. Blaine opened the door slowly, scanning the room as he did so. It was a complete mess. Books, DVDs, empty ice cream tubs and empty packets of different foods were scattered around the floor. Then his eyes fell onto the bed, where Kurt lay. He was holding yet another tub of ice cream (Strawberry flavor). His hair was messy and unkempt. His blue silk pajamas looked thoroughly slept in. But worst of all was his face. Now Blaine wasn't saying he isn't good looking, because he is, it's just all the color from it was drained out and his eyes were gray and dull. He looked seriously ill.

"Blaine!" Kurt's eyes brightened a little as Blaine stepped in and closed the door.

"Hi Kurt! How have you been?" He asked as he made his way towards the bed, watching his feet to avoid stepping on anything.

"What kind of question is that?" Blaine looked up when reached the end of Kurt's bed. The boy sounded tired.

"Sorry. Stupid question? What I was meant to say was... How have you been coping?"

Kurt gave him a sarcastic look and motioned to his room. Blaine frowned and looked at the TV where Titanic was playing. He looked back at Kurt. The silence between them was tense.

"My dad told me you've been blaming yourself for what happened." Blaine looked at his feet. "Don't, Blaine. You helped me. I would've never stuck for myself-"

"Maybe that wouldn't be so bad! You could of gotten over the bullying at McKinley. You wouldn't of... got raped!" Kurt cringed. "God! I only wanted to help! I'm such a fuck up!"

"Blaine? You. Are not. A fuck up. You helped me! That's more than anyone else has ever done! So stop blaming yourself and get your ass over here!" Blaine sighed and clambered onto the bed beside Kurt. The younger boy then proceeded to drop his current ice cream tub and snuggle into Blaine. Blaine wasn't used to boys doing this, straight or gay, but it felt nice, and he wanted to comfort Kurt, so he placed his arms around him and pulled him closer. They laid silence and watched Titanic like this. After a while Blaine tried to make a conversation.

"So, Dalton, huh?"

"Mmm." Came the mumbled reply.

"Do you know what kind of dorm you're getting?"

"Double." he yawned.

"You'll probably end up with me as a roommate. I asked for a double but was the last one to do so, and there were an odd amount of students asking for them, so i have it all to myself."

"At least I know you." Blaine gave him a sad smile that Kurt couldn't see anyway. Then suddenly Kurt sat up to look Blaine right in the eyes. "What did my friends say? About the transfer?" Blaine bit his lip.

"I left pretty much after i said it, but a few of them looked confused while others looked sad. Finn looked like someone had slapped him around the face. Quinn was the only one that got to say something before i left." Kurt looked heart broken at this.

"What did she say?"

"She told me to look after you."

"And you said?"

"I promised i would. I like you, Kurt. And I won't let you go through this alone." Kurt smiled and his eyes became teary. He flung himself back into Blaine's arms.

"Where did Quinn find you?"

"Outside her house." Blaine replied bluntly.

"What?" Blaine laughed without humor.

"We met when my car broke down outside her house at the beginning of the summer. Her mom took my car to a garage we spent some time together while it was getting fixed and one thing lead to another..." there was silence after this, at which they turned back to the movie. Kurt broke the silence during the scene where the boat was sinking.

"I wish I was there." he said in a monotonous voice. It took Blaine a moment to realize what he meant. Blaine frowned and pulled Kurt tighter against him.

"No Kurt, you can pull through this. I'll help you. Don't you ever think about that sort of thing." He felt Kurt shaking in his arms and didn't need to look at his face to know he was crying. When he'd first walked in, Kurt had seemed stronger. Like the whole ordeal wasn't bothering him. But in the time it took from when he started crying to releasing broken sobs, Blaine realized it was all an act to cover up just how torn from this he really was. Blaine was about to say something to try and comfort him when the door flew open to reveal a lanky boy standing behind it.

"Have you not heard of knocking!" Kurt said through his tears.

"Sorry it's just- wait, Blaine, are cheating on Quinn with Kurt?"

"No. It's called comforting someone. If you're coming in can you at least shut the door?" Finn mumbled an apology as he stepped in and shut the door. He then looked up at Kurt with a sad expression on his face.

"Kurt... Are you really transferring?"

Kurt grumbled a yes and hid his face into Blaine's chest.

"You can't just leave us! New Directions is a family and it won't be complete without you! pluswe'llbeoneshortforsectionals."

"I can't go back to McKinley, Finn! Not now!" His voice was muffled against Blaine's chest.

"Why, Kurt?" Finn's voice softened considerably. "What happened to you?"

Kurt sat up and uselessly wiped away his tears. He looked up at Finn, pain flooding his eyes.

"Finn... i haven't told you because you'd tell New Directions. And then the whole school would find out! I can't deal with that!" Kurt's tears were still streaming down his face. Blaine shifted so he was sitting up also, so he could rub Kurt's back consolingly.

"I wouldn't tell, Kurt. You're my brother and we should tell each other things. Especially when they're this bad. And no matter how much anyone begs, including Rachel, I would not tell a single soul." There was a sincerity in his words that even Blaine found himself believing them.

"Fine. You promise?" Kurt said, finding a sudden interest in his duvet.

"I promise." Came the answer as Finn stumbled over and sat on the side of the bed. Kurt looked up at him, tears streaming and his voice cracking when he spoke.

"It was Karofksy... He raped me."

Through explaining that night's events to Finn, Kurt had been grasping onto Blaine's hand tightly like he was his only life line from falling head first into a black hole. Well... up until the point where Kurt had leaped at Finn and caught him in a death grip. Finn had hugged back like Kurt was extremely fragile and he could brake him at any minute.

Blaine, feeling as if he was intruding on a family moment, politely told Kurt he had to go. Kurt had given him one last hug and Blaine told him that he'd be okay and that they'd see each other on Sunday. He'd then went downstairs and said a few comforting words to Kurt's father before leaving.

He'd started heading back to Dalton before he remembered he'd promised to go see Quinn. He turned back around to speed towards her house. She'd opened the door in only seconds after he knocked and then grabbed his hand led him straight to her room, and sitting down her bed, their hands still tightly clasped together.

"So, what happened with Kurt? I feel bad because he's such a sweet guy and i never did anything to help. It must be bad if he's transferring." Blaine sighed and looked into her warm brown eyes.

"I can't tell you what happened. He's only just told Finn tonight after making him swear he wouldn't tell anyone. I'm only saying that it was bad enough that the guy who did it would end up with a life sentence in jail." Quinn stayed silent for a moment before speaking.

"David Karofsky? There's gossip going around that he's no longer at school because he needs to attend court and probably wouldn't win due to evidence. Did he hurt Kurt?"

" physical pain won't last long. But the mental... all I know is that this is going to affect Kurt for the rest of his life." Quinn had tears in her eyes now.

"I can't believe none of us did anything for hiim-"

"How do you think I feel? I helped and it fucking backfired. I made things worse and i'm surprised Kurt doesn't think i'm a fuck up! I made everything a million times worse and-"

"Blaine." Quinn's voice broke through his thoughts making themselves heard. This was when he realized that his hands were in his hair, pulling at the gel and he was crying. He fell back against Quinn's bed and placed a hand on his forehead, pushing away the loose curls.

"Blaine. Do not blame yourself for whatever Dave did to him. You tried to help when no one else would. You're-"

"Will people stop telling me that! Blaine said angrily. "It's stupid and not true and-"

"Blaine, it is true," Quinn intercepted again. "You're probably his hero right now."

They let those words sink in. Hero. Hero? Was that possible? Just the thought was enough to have Blaine in tears again. Quinn laid besides him, snuggling up to his side and whispering encouraging words to him.