"Coming!" Kurt yelled back at Finn, interrupting what he had just been about to say. He hopped off of the bed and once again reached out for Blaine's hand. "You like Chinese?" he asked and helped Blaine up.

"Yeah, I guess," they walked out of the room, Blaine taking hesitant steps. What was he supposed to say to Kurt's family? Oh, hi! I'm Blaine Anderson, my dad is the guy who want's Kurt out of Dalton and I'm not supposed to be here right now, but I decided to lie to my family so that I could come here and sing with your son. He bit his lower lip. How was this supposed to work out? "I don't think I should be staying to eat with you guys..." he mumbled as they reached the steps.

"It's fine, trust me."

"But my dad-"

"Really," Kurt interrupted. "Don't worry about it. Finn is oblivious to everything, so he won't care and my dad and Carole will be fine with you."

They walked down the stairs in silence. More than anything Blaine wanted to rush out of the house and get as far away as possible. This was a terrible idea. There was no way it would end positively. He didn't belong here. Why did Finn have to show up anyways? It seemed as if Kurt had been about to tell him what was going on. It's what Blaine wanted to know more than anything, and it was killing him. The whole situation just didn't make any sense. Everything about the South Edge was more laid back, relaxing, and accepting. Obviously they didn't have as much money, but to Blaine that wasn't what life was about in the slightest. He clearly wasn't going to find out any time soon though, and so he let Kurt take him down the stairs and into the kitchen where they could hear Finn setting up plates.

"Can you grab an extra plate, Finn?" Kurt asked as he reached out and found where Finn had put down all of the food. He ran his hands across the table until he felt where one of the plates was and started to empty out food from different boxes onto it.

"Oh, so Greg is here," Finn said, knowingly and he took out an extra plate. "Why weren't you in Glee today anyways?"

"Greg's not here," he said, his voice tense. "Blaine is... He's from Dalton and we were just practicing for this thing at school." The room stayed silent for a second too long, and Blaine knew that Finn couldn't be okay with him being here. Something was clearly off. He shuffled his feet along the cold stone tile, unsure of what to do. After what felt like hours Finn finally broke the silence.

"Right. Well... Hi then. I'm Finn." He dropped Blaine's plate onto the kitchen table a lot harder than intended and proceeded to fill it up with food for himself. Blaine still didn't say anything. He didn't reach out for his plate. He just stood there. All of his other questions were erased from his mind, replaced with only one. Who the hell was Greg?

"I'm going to eat in my room," Finn declared, leaving without another word. Even though they heard the sound of Finn's bedroom door closing they stayed silent. Kurt was trying to form words to ask Blaine to sit down, to ask him anything really, but they just wouldn't come. He could pretty much feel how tense Blaine was and he knew that anything he said wasn't going to be enough. He should explain everything to him, it was really the right thing to do, but it was just hard. It was hard for him to even admit it in his head, let alone say it out lout to someone that he had just met.

"Who's Greg?" Blaine finally whispered, his voice scratchy and nervous.

"Friend from my old school," Kurt answered automatically, but hated himself for it at once. Why was he doing this? It wasn't something he should have to lie about.

"So Finn got freaked out when I wasn't him because?" he was still whispering, but he now sounded more sure of himself and demanding.

"I don't know, he's probably just upset about something that just happened today. I don't think it's related at all. How about we just eat now an-"

"How about you tell me what the fuck is going on, Kurt." The way he said it wasn't even a question, and it wasn't just referring to Greg, he meant it about everything. He meant it about Kurt's family, his past, and whatever he was doing at Dalton.

"Honestly, Blaine, I don't really think it's your place to ask me this kind of stuff. We are barley friends. I don't have to tell you everything about my personal life." Kurt flinched at his own words. They cut into his skin, coming out a lot harder than intended.

"Well that's just brilliant. I thought that maybe convincing me to lie to my parent's and coming over to your house to sing with you was a little like friendship. At least it meant something to me. Sure, I haven't known you for long, and things are awkward because of our families, but I thought that you maybe at least liked me a little. I didn't think I was worthless to you. I didn't think-" Blaine couldn't even continue, the words choked up in his mouth. In the short amount of time that he had known Kurt he had grown to trust him more than anyone. More than the people that were supposed to be his friends, and so much more than his parent's. He felt as if he could tell Kurt anything, but obviously Kurt didn't feel the same. "Awesome," he muttered to himself. Blaine turned, hoping to walk in the direction of the door. He wasn't sure how he was going to get home, but he needed to find a way to do so at once. He didn't take the time to reach out and feel his surroundings though, and instead of finding the door, Blaine's leg crashed into a chair in the room. "Shit!" he shouted, his hands flinging down to wrap around his leg.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asked, his voice slightly softer.

"I'm going to find a way out of here so I can get home," he mumbled, trying to take another step, but the pain shot up his leg. He let out a groan as he felt the blood seep through his pants.

"Can you just wait... Just for one second?"

"Kurt, you said it yourself. We obviously aren't friends. It was just a misunderstanding, sorry."

"That came out wrong! That's not what I wanted to say. I just got confused, and rushed and it was all I could say. If it's really going to make you happy, Finn freaked out because Greg is-" his voiced suddenly grew a few notches quieter, "he's my boyfriend and I guess he just thought it was weird that I was with some other guy that I just met. But you're straight so it doesn't even matter. He was being stupid and we don't have to worry about it." As Kurt finished talking the front door slammed open.

"Hello? Finn, did you pick u-" a deep voice started a few feet away from Kurt and Blaine. "Kurt? Who's that? And what happened to your leg?"

"This is Blaine... and Blaine this is my dad."

Burt grunted, clearly aware of who Blaine was, aware of who his family was. Blaine didn't say anything though. He barely acknowledged that someone had entered the house. Kurt had a boyfriend. He was dating someone. He couldn't think straight, but he also couldn't figure out why it was bothering him so much. He shouldn't care. Like Kurt said, they really weren't that close. It shouldn't have surprised him that Kurt didn't say anything about Greg. For some reason though it did surprise him, they acted closer than Blaine did with his friends from school. Kurt had plenty of opportunities to tell him. Opportunities in which he should have told him.

"We should really get something on your leg, and then we can grab some of this food," Burt said, not noticing the tension in the room.

"Actually," Blaine said, speaking up, "I really just need to get home. So I'm just going to find my way back to those buses that Kurt took me on and leave." His voice was raw and broken, and Burt picked up immediately. Something was wrong.

"I don't think that's smart... It's pretty late and it's your first time here. I can drive you back." Blaine tried to protest, but he was at the point where words couldn't really form. Burt simply rested his hand on Blaine's shoulder and started to walk him to the door. "I'm actually just going to grab a bandaid, I don't want to send you home broken." He rushed out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Blaine whispered quickly.

"Why do you care so much?"

Blaine tightened his grip around the cars door handle. All of his senses were heightened. Every inch of his legs and back that were touching the seat in the car felt like they were on fire. The bandaid underneath his school pants felt way too tight. It was as if every breath that he took in was liquid, and he felt like all of the eyes in the world were staring at him. It was all too much. He had too many thoughts playing in his mind, but they were all revolving around Kurt. All surrounding his last few words. Why do you care so much? Why did he care? Why do you care so much? Was it because he thought they were really friends? Why do you care so much? Was it because he felt that he had to take care of Kurt seeing as he was assigned to show him around? Why do you care so much? Was it because he was the first person to sing a duet with? Why do you care so much? Was it because every time he was around Kurt his thoughts turned into mess and warmth filled his body?

"Blaine?"

He practically jumped out of the seat at Burt's voice. It sounded about a thousand times louder than it actually was and his heart was pounding in his chest.

"Sorry," he whispered, running his hands along his thighs.

"Don't be sorry," Burt said, lowering his voice. "It's just I'm about a block away from the address you said... We're at Tabard and Winston. I thought you might not want to get dropped off in front of your house. I understand that it wouldn't exactly please your parent's." Kurt was right about him at least, he really did understand.

"Thank you," he said, and started to push open the door. He knew his way well from the street to his house and it wouldn't take him more than a few minutes to get home.

"Blaine," Burt said, his hand reaching out to his shoulder once again. "I know you can't see it, but Kurt really cares about you. He's just scared to show it." His hand hovered for a second longer. "I think you might be a little scared to admit just how much you care too." He squeezed his shoulder lightly and with that Blaine slowly slid out of the car. Instead of stating his walk home right away he just stood there and listened to the sound of Burt driving away. The breeze blew around him, erasing his anger and leaving in it's place confusion. Extreme confusion. But that the same time a slight feeling of comfort.