Blaine slept peacefully that night with a small smile on his face. It had been the first time he had slept for a whole eight hours for months without constantly waking up in a cold sweat after yet another nightmare; which would often be vaguely based on him being chased out of his own home by his father, always waking up with tears in his eyes before the nightmare came to an end. In fact when Blaine woke up the next morning he did indeed need to take a cold shower – the cause of this – Kurt Hummel. After their brief conversation the previous evening Blaine had spent two hours scrolling through all of Kurt's statuses and photos; which by the end resulted in an unexpected stirring in his pyjama bottoms.

A weekend without his parents was a rarity; they would always force him to do extracurricular activities or make him work, which would usually involve laborious tasks that caused him to get covered in mud and sweat. Blaine had his own opinion on this but was too afraid to confront his parents. He believed the reason why they forced him to do this was because they thought getting his hands dirty would make him straight.

Blaine spent the rest of the morning lounging around, not bothering to fix his hair or get dressed. He secretly loved letting his curls be free from the copious amounts of gel he usually wore. The only reason why he wore so much gel and dressed so dapper was to make other people believe that he was a bright and confident person. But really deep down he was a nervous, self-conscious boy who hated who he was, never feeling fully accepted by anyone – constantly feeling alone and with very little trust in anyone.

After getting himself some lunch Blaine was about to put The Little Mermaid into the DVD player – (it was his favourite Disney movie and after watching as many times as he had he could literally quote the movie word for word). The doorbell suddenly sounded, startling Blaine, he silently crept over to the window and peered out from behind the curtain to see who was knocking – unfortunately for him he was unable to see who it was, all he could see was the shadow of the figure in his front porch. He cautiously walked over to the door, unlocked all three locks and opened the door ajar, peering through the gap. He was astounded to find who was standing before him, instantly recognizing the piercing blue/grey eyes, pale skin and perfectly coiffed hair. The eyes were giving him a quizzical look - Blaine opened the door fully to see a confused looking Kurt Hummel staring at him, mouth slightly agape.

'Err, h-hi Kurt?' Blaine questioned.

'Blaine? Hi? I was just coming to deliver this; I think your dad ordered it from my dad's garage, something to do with a car? I have to clue, just a messenger!' Kurt rambled on nervously.

'Oh, yeah me neither, he wants to do this car up with me or something like that, not looking forward to it.' Blaine replied quietly, looking at his feet.

It was only now he realized he was standing on his doorstep talking to Kurt – dressed in his pyjamas with unbrushed bed hair. He suddenly became very insecure and looked up at Kurt, with slight fear in his eyes, ready for Kurt to start laughing at him and judging him. He did not expect Kurt to step forward and tightly embrace him. It was the first time he had been properly hugged for months, making him feel like he mattered and was cared about.

Kurt's hands tightly wrapped around Blaine's waist, Blaine's instinct told him to hug back, so he lightly wrapped his arms around Kurt's back. During those few seconds he forgot what his life was really like, all he could think about was the fact that somebody wasn't judging him for who he was and understood what he was going through. A few silent tears escaped and rolled down Blaine's cheek. It wasn't until he started to sniff and quietly whimper did Kurt realize that Blaine was crying. He immediately stopped hugging him looked Blaine directly in the eye.

'Hey, what's up? Please don't cry Blaine, it gets better, trust me. Kurt said sincerely.

'N-nothing, it's just that nobody has ever taken so much interest in me, usually everyone just walks past, ignoring me, making me feel totally invisible and alone.' Blaine snivelled, refusing to look at Kurt.

Kurt was shocked by Blaine's confession, taking both of his hands and holding them tight.

'Blaine, look at me.' Kurt replied in a more serious tone.

Blaine slowly looked up at Kurt, eyes brimming with unshed tears.

'You matter Blaine, you're an amazing person, people do care and I care about you. You're not alone, don't forget that.' Kurt responded voice filled with emotion.

'Thank You Kurt but you really don't have to say that, you don't know me, I'm not who you think I am - there's no need to waste your time making me feel better when I know that nothing's going to change.' Blaine answered, voice filled with sadness.

'Blaine, I have no idea what's going on in your life, but I want to help you – What are you doing this weekend?' Kurt questioned.

'W-Well, my parents have gone out of town until Sunday or maybe even Tuesday I don't really know. I have no friends here, so I will probably just sit and write music, watch Disney movies and wait…' Blaine replied, desperately trying not to burst into tears again.

'Why would your parents leave you? You shouldn't be all by yourself.' Kurt raised his voice slightly. Blaine was taken aback by Kurt's tone; it scared him slightly, reminding him of past conversations with his father.

'Business trip or something, I was too upset to really take in what I was being told.' Blaine answered honestly.

Kurt stood, staring at Blaine for several minutes; eventually a small grin appeared on his face.

'Blaine – I've decided, I'm coming over later – we can watch all the Disney you wish and maybe if you feel up to it tell me about what's going on, I mean it when I say I want to help. I know your finding it hard to believe this but the world isn't full of evil.' Kurt said in a reassuring manner.

'It's okay really, I'll be fine, I don't need people tak…' Blaine was cut off as Kurt lightly pressed his lips to Blaine's, silencing him. The kiss was only brief but Blaine's head was spinning, his heart pounding.

'That shut you up! – Now I have a few more errands to run for my dad, but I promise I will return as soon as possible. I want you to get all the Disney movies you own out so I can pick one for us to watch later. Is there anything you like me to get you?' Kurt asked.

'Erm, maybe some Redvines? Only if you can find them; no need to go out of your way.' Replied Blaine.

'Don't be silly, I said whatever you want, Redvines you shall get. I mean what the hell can't they do?' Kurt smirked, making Blaine laugh. It was the first time he had genuinely laughed in ages.

'Well, okay then, see you later Kurt.' Blaine was feeling much calmer than he was earlier, excited at the prospect of seeing Kurt again later.

Kurt handed Blaine the unknown car part, gave him one last short hug and turned to walk back down the driveway. Blaine was already missing the close contact with Kurt, excited yet nervous for when he returned later.

Kurt got in his car and gave Blaine an enthusiastic wave, then reversed off the drive. Blaine closed his front door behind him and ran to his extensive Disney collection, getting out all the classics as well as the more recent films. His weekend had suddenly turned around for the better.

Maybe things would get better?