"I'm just going to talk to his dad, okay? Update him on how Kurt is. I don't how long it'll take." Quinn nodded and turned off her car as Blaine ran to the door jst as Kurt opened it.

Kurt muttered something about going to his room when his dad walked into the hall. Blaine frowned as he watched him go up the stairs before turning to his dad.

"Hey, kid. How is he?" Burt asked, still watching the now empty staircase.

"Better, I think." At this, Burt turned back to him, wide eyed.

"How so?"

"Erm, well I've told he is a bit more himself, right? How he joins in conversations more and stuff?" Burt nodded. "Well, on Thursday, he asked if he could join the Warblers." Burt's wide eyes grew wider. "He auditioned yesterday and he got in. If he's singer he must be feeling a little better, right?" he asked hopefully.

"Yeah. Singing used to be his life, so if he'd starting that again, he must be." Blaine and Burt smiled genuinely, and both looked at the stairs where Kurt had went. "Thank you, Blaine." Blaine turned to look back at Burt.

"I haven't done anything, Sir." Burt looked at him, shaking his head.

"You've done a lot, Blaine. I don't think he'd be getting better without you. Without you he'd still be here, moping every day and every night, cooped up in his room. You're helping him Blaine." Blaine looked to the floor disbelievingly. "And how many times have I told you to call me Burt?" Blaine smiled lightly.

"Sorry, Si-Burt. I was raised to be super polite, old habits die hard. Anyway, I've got to go... Quinn's outside waiting for me." Blaine said, looking back up. Burt's eyes narrowed when he mentioned Quinn.

"She's outside?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, she showed up at Dalton this morning and woke me up while I wa..." Blaine trailed off, remembering something. "I nearly forgot, but, Kurt didn't have any nightmares last night. Slept through it." Burt was beaming now, all thoughts of Quinn gone.

"That's amazing."

"Yeah..." Blaine replied. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow when i pick Kurt up?" Burt nodded, and before Blaine could say anything else, Burt had caught him a tight hug. Out of shock, Blaine didn't hug back immediately, and when he did go to put his arms around Burt, the man moved out of the hug.

"Thank you, Blaine." He had tears in his eyes and Blaine said the only thing he could think of.

"It's fine. I'd do anything to help him. He's my friend, and, I don't like seeing my friends hurt. I'm going to help him, even when he's better." Burt smiled again.

"Thank you." Blaine nodded.

"Good bye, Mr. Hummel." He said as he walked to the door, and half way through closing it, Burt shouted to him.

"It's Burt!" Blaine laughed as he shut the door and went to his car, waving to Quinn as she started up her own. He might never break out of his habit of being polite.

Kurt scanned his room, it was still as messy as it was last Sunday. His dad had obviously still went by the rule of not touching Kurt's stuff, which Kurt had made years ago, no matter how messy it became.

Kurt had to admit everytime he was how now, he was bored. He had nothing to do, unlike Dalton. He was always kept busy with work, study sessions with Blaine (Where he fell asleep every time, and felt bad about it every time), and now possibly Warbler practice. Either way he was always doing something. Here he just laid around moped. His dad always tried to make conversation, but Kurt made sure it never lasted long. He would always end up in the same position; being asked about that night.

He wanted to do something. Anything. His sense of fashion had been dawdling. He'd dropped all his designer labels for sweats and a shirt, or his Dalton uniform. He didn't even wear silk pajamas anymore.

That's when he decided it. He needed therapy. Fast. So, naturally, he dug out his phone to text Mercedes.

In dire need of therapy. Mall in 10? PLEASE say yes!

Mercedes answered quickly to him, almost eager.

Yes, boo. We need to catch up. I miss my white boy. You want picking up or shall i meet there? (also, you owe me an explanation for no contact we've had for a MONTH!) xx

Kurt actually smiled at this.

Can you pick me up? I have no clue where my car keys are. Miss you too 'Cedes. I'll explain mostly, but not everything. I'm uncomfortable with talking about this.

It's okay, boo. Be there in 5.

Kurt sighed and looked down at his clothes. He only just realized he was wearing a pair of Blaine's Dalton sweats. He blushed at the thought. Ever since he met Blaine, he had been attracted to him. The guy was ridiculously good-looking, unbelievably kind, and just... ugh. He was perfect. And even though Kurt tried to push Blaine from his bed every night, he secretly loved having Blaine's arms around him every night. Kurt wasn't afraid to say that he was slowly falling in love with Blaine Anderson.

The only bad part about this was that Blaine was straight. And he was dating Quinn Fabray.

"Where are you going?" Burt asked, walking out into the hall to see Kurt out of his room and opening the front door.

"Out."

"But you've only jus-" Kurt had slammed the door before he heard another word from his dad's mouth. He hated not being able to speak to his dad properly anymore, but it's just how things were. He ran to Mercedes car and jumped into the passenger side and buckled himself in, without even a word of hello.

"Damn, boo, what're you wearing?" She said, eyeing his clothes. Kurt looked back down to Blaine's sweats and his own ruffled shirt.

"Sweats and a shirt?" He said, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

"Oh... Well, Why the no contact, boo?" She asked, starting up the car. Kurt shot her an odd look. He was expecting her to make a big deal of his clothes, and not just brush it off like it was an everyday thing.

"Dalton is just heavy with work, and i've been pretty much knocked out every afternoon. Plus the nightmares aren't hel-"

"Hold up. Nightmares?" Kurt sighed and looked away and outside the window, watching Lima pass by on their way to the mall.

"Forget I ever mentioned it 'Cedes." Kurt sighed. Mercedes looked torn (even though Kurt couldn't see). She wanted to ask him about this, but didn't want to push him. All she knows is that something bad happened and this is the first time her boy has tried to contact her in a month. As much as she wanted to know, she wasn't about to ruin it.

"So... Where do you wanna' go first, boo?" Kurt turned his head to smiled at her, happy to finally be doing something. He had to keep moving. Had to do something. He couldn't risk being alone with nothing to do. Not anymore.

They went shopping for clothes, mainly for Mercedes, seeing as Kurt was now limited to sweats and slacks. He then brought her some perfume and told her it was because he hadn't contacted her on a month. Then, by three, they went to go grab something to eat because they hadn't had lunch, and were starving.

"So happened at Sectionals? I only joined the warblers yesterday and they were already talking about Regionals... you didn't lose did you? Or disqualified?" Mercedes smiled at him.

"We tied. Puck got Lauren Zises to join glee." Kurt's jaw dropped.

"How'd he do that?" Mercedes shrugged.

"Puck said she saved him from being locked in a port-a-potty. Then he promised to buy her chocolates and give her seven minutes from heaven if she joined glee club." Kurt shook his head. "What'd you buy today, boo?" She asked.

"Nothing." He said, looking at his half eaten sandwich.

"Huh. You've lost your inner fashionista, Kurt. I guess I'm the fashionable one now." Kurt's head snapped up, a slight possessiveness in his eyes.

"As if."

"Say's the boy wearing someone else's sweats and random t-shirt that looks slept in." Kurt's eyes narrowed.

"I'm still more fashionable than you. I know everything to do with fashion and you're not even close to my superiority. Bitch, I'm fabulous." Kurt joked, finally feeling genuinely happy for the first time in months.

"I'll make you regret everything you just said, Hummel." She joked. Kurt's eyes widened in fear as he had a horrific flashback.

"I'll make you regret everything you just said, Hummel." Karofsky growled as he moved his hands down and ripped Kurt's jeans down as far as they could. Kurt was then turned around forcefully, the hard brick wall scraping against every bare inch of his skin. Even this was painful, let alone what was about to happen next.

"Kurt?" Kurt was snapped out of the flashback, he saw Mercedes, remembered where he was, and burst into tears. He started shaking. It had felt like it was happening again. It had felt real.

"Kurt? What happened? Are you okay? Was is something I said?" yes Kurt thought. His shaking grew worse and his sobbing grew louder, and people around them were starting to notice.

"Kurt! Please answer me!" Mercedes said, gripping his shoulder as he sobbed harder.

"Kurt!" That was a different voice. And it was much farther away too. It also made Kurt's head snapped up, tears still streaming and sobs shaking through his body.

Two teens were by their sides in an instant, the blonde staying besides Mercedes while the boy took Kurt out of Mercedes grip and into his own.

Blaine.

"Kurt?" Blaine said softly. "What is it?" He searched Kurt's faced for an answer. Kurt knew he should tell Blaine, if anyone. He trusted Blaine. From day one he trusted him more than anyone else in his life, he couldn't explain why, but he did.

"Mercedes said something..." Kurt whispered shakily, only so Blaine could hear. "And, It reminded me..." Blaine nodded, showing he understood, his face filling with concern. "A-and I had a flashback..." He said as more tears escaped his eyes. "It felt so real, Blaine." and then the sobs were washing over him again as Blaine pulled him into a hug. Blaine was so warm. So comforting. And he smelt amazing.

"Urm, I think I should take him home?" He said warily to Quinn. Sometimes she was sort of scary, and he knew now could be one of those times because her time with him was being cut short.

"How am I supposed to get home, Blaine?" She said, sounding a little pissed off. He didn't even look at her as she spoke, it barely meant anything to him. Right now, Kurt was his priority. Kurt need comforting.

"I'll take you home Quinn." The other girl said, who Blaine assumed was the Mercedes Quinn had mentioned this morning.

"Why can't you take Kurt, like you brought him. And me and Blaine could leave together." Blaine scowled but Mercedes answered her before he could say anything. He continued to rub Kurt's back as he sobbed into his chest and listened.

"You know what, Quinn? When you were pregnant, I was nothing but nice to you. I let you live in my house. And ever since your mom took you back in, it's like I don't exist to you! You're lucky i'm even offering you a ride! I could leave you to walk while your boyfriend is being a genuinely nice guy and helping his friend! What is your problem, Quinn?"

"Wait, when Quinn was what?" Blaine asked, turning his head to look at Mercedes and Quinn, still gripping onto Kurt tightly.

"She's chatting shi-"

"Hold up! You haven't told him Quinn? From what i've heard from Kurt, this is the best guy you could possibly get. Keeping that from him is big! What other secrets are you keeping from him, Quinny? That you cheated on your boyfriend and got yourself pregnant? That you treat everyone like they're your slaves?"

"SHUT UP!" Blaine rolled his eyes, getting pissed off himself. He stood, holding Kurt up against him.

"Quinn, we'll speak about this later. Mercedes?" she nodded in confirmation of her name. "I'll get your number off Kurt and update you. He should be okay, just a little shaken." Mercedes nodded. "Did he have anything with him?"

"No, he didn't buy a thing..." Blaine nodded.

"Bye, girls." Blaine said as walked off with Kurt gripping his side, unaware to Quinn's glaring behind his back.

Blaine led Kurt outside the mall and to his car, placing Kurt in the passenger seat and once in his own side, strapped Kurt in.

"Kurt, it's going okay. You're fine. I will not let anyone touch you like that again." Kurt's mouth twitched at the sides. It was better than nothing. "And are you wearing my sweats?" Blaine asked curiously.