Chapter Four

'Are you okay? You look really tired.'

Blaine felt tired, his legs ached and were threatening to crumple beneath him but he didn't want to sleep, he wanted to stay with Kurt. He had walked for ten hours straight yesterday, and hadn't eaten anything to keep up his strength. 'I'm fine. When I go back I usually feel better.' It was true, he didn't feel so sleepy after waking up from these dreams, but his muscles still ached and yearned for rest. He couldn't rest though. Not when he needed to get to Lima.

'Well if you're sure…' Kurt still looked doubtful, but Blaine grinned and forced himself to keep moving without showing his exhaustion. 'So,' Blaine started, determined to keep the conversation away from himself; he wanted to know about Kurt and his life, his family, his friends. 'We've been talking about all the shitty stuff. Tell me about the happy things in your life – who are your friends at McKinley?'

Kurt smiled, 'Well in the Glee club my best friends are Mercedes and Rachel – we're all divas and we all think we're better than the rest at singing. Although I'm the only one who actually is!' Blaine laughed at Kurt's tone, which was completely serious and sure of himself. 'So you sing, then? No, don't even answer that, tell me about them!'

'Well. Rachel is very bossy and very selfish and very annoying. Somehow, I still love her. Mercedes is the type of girl who has to be in the spotlight, we've been friends for ages. Then there's Artie, Tina, Mike, Sam – he is definitely gay, no matter what he says, Quinn, Finn, Santana, Brittany, Puck and Lauren. Tina and Mike are together, but the rest of them just sleep with each other and think they are in healthy relationships…'

Kurt laughed at the look on Blaine's face – mostly confusion with a little bit of 'who the hell are these people'.

'They're all lovely. Maybe slightly messed up, there's always a bit – oh excuse me, I mean a lot – of drama, but we all help each other when one of us is in trouble. Or at least, most of the time…' Blaine frowned; there was something in the way Kurt had said that, that made it seem like… 'Kurt, they helped you though, right? Because they couldn't have exactly ignored your situation…'

Kurt sighed, and Blaine's heart went cold; he had been all alone, there had been no one to help him, no one to stick up for him.

'I mean… they didn't know the extent of it. But yeah… they would see me being pushed against lockers; they did nothing about it. They saw I was upset, but still, no one even tried to talk to me. I don't blame them, I mean it wasn't their problem; it just would have been nice to have someone who cared.'

'Kurt…' There was so much Blaine wanted to say; he wanted to have been there for him, to have helped him through the times when Kurt needed someone most, but there was no point and he didn't even know how to put exactly what he wanted to say into words.

And he could feel himself slipping. 'Kurt, I'm going back.'

'Out of curiosity, before you go, what's the date?' Blaine thought back to the last time he had seen a newspaper, or anything that would tell him what day it was. 'The 29th of May, I think.'

Kurt's eyes flashed with something – Blaine didn't know exactly what, and he tried to open his mouth to ask him why but his vision was blurring and he was falling.

Then he was back. Blaine forced himself to stand up and he carried on walking the exhausting journey to Lima.

The sky was dimming and Blaine's legs were screaming for rest. His brain was foggy with weariness and he was yearning to see Kurt again so he stumbled to the safest place he could find and closed his eyes. With a rush he found himself lifting, higher and higher, to the place he now thought of as his home.

'…Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.'

Kurt was walking off into the distance; singing like an angel with tears running down his face. He was an angel.

And Blaine had never seen anything more beautiful.