Blaine was running through the hallways. He had been having a bad feeling the whole afternoon but he had just shrugged it off.

Most of all, it had to do with the way everyone kept staring at them but he had decided to act grown up and just give them the cold shoulder like he didn't care.

Besides, he had the same right to show off his boyfriend like all those other people in the hallway!

And then that call came from Santana.

At first, Blaine had been happy to see Kurt's face appear on his screen. Then he  heard a lot of noise on the other line to be finally met with Santana her voice.

All that Santana had said was that Kurt needed him before she had hung up.

Immediately he had started running, knowing fully well that Kurt must be in glee club by now.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his breathing was getting uneven with how fast he was running.

And then he turned the last hallway and he saw the door from glee club, which was closed.

Carefully he tried to open it, but the door didn't even move an inch.

He frowned a little and was about to try again when the door opened and Santana appeared.

Blaine shoved her aside and stepped inside the room. He started turning around until he saw Kurt sitting against the wall a few inches next to the door, all curled up and his body shaking from the sobs that were escaping his lips.

Blaine let himself fall on his knees and carefully stretched his hand out to Kurt. “Kurt,” he said softly as he started leaning forward.

Before his hand even touched Kurt's shoulder, he already had his arms full with a sobbing Kurt who was clinging on him like it was his last hope.

Blaine just held him closer, letting himself sit cross legged on the floor and pulling Kurt on his lap.

“It's ok, Kurt,” he whispered in his hair and he let his hand slowly move over his back.

He didn't know  how long he sat there on the ground while holding Kurt.

What he also didn't know was when the New Directions had left the room to give them some privacy.

It wasn't like he cared anyway. He cared more about the guy in his arm, bawling his eyes out.

Slowly, his sobs lessened but he kept clinging on Blaine's body.

“Kurt, we should get out of here,” Blaine said softly.

Immediately Kurt shot up and started looking around him, like somehow he forgot he was even in there.

He nodded his head slowly and almost numbly. His eyes were red and puffy and his face was white as a sheet.

Blaine carefully pulled him off his lap and started getting both of them on their feet.

Kurt immediately wrapped himself almost fully around Blaine again, which made Blaine frown.

Slowly they made their way off the school ground. Blaine noticed how Kurt's eyes were darting from one side to another. It made him question once more what had happened.

Once by his motor bike, he asked Kurt if he was ok with sitting behind him, but with the way Kurt was clutching on him, he knew it would be ok.

He put the helmet on Kurt's head and took a seat on the motor bike. Kurt followed immediately and held Blaine closely.

They drove through the streets in silence. Each consumed by their own thoughts as the wind blew around them and the streets passed fast.

Blaine parked the motor bike next to Kurt's car on the driveway. Carefully he stepped off it and took Kurt's hand.

Kurt shook his head violently, “No I can't go home.”

Blaine frowned, “Kurt?”

“My dad can't know about this. Please Blaine,” he whispered.

Blaine let out a sigh. “I don't know where I could take you elsewhere Kurt.”

Kurt looked pleadingly towards him, “Take me to your place, please.”

Blaine let all the pro's and con's go through his mind. Was it safe to take Kurt to his place? What would they tell Burt? And what about tomorrow?

He was about to say no but the look of pure desperation on Kurt's face convinced him to step back on the bike and let Kurt cling on him again.

Not too much longer they were well on their way, Blaine still wondering what the hell had happened to make Kurt like this in the past few hours.

Blaine was softly drumming his fingers against the table. He was sitting carefully on the chair and watching at the boy laying on his matrass.

He let out a soft sigh and let a hand wander through his hair.

It was a stupid idea to bring Kurt to his place, he knew it was. It just simply wasn't safe.

But Kurt had seemed so broken and honestly, he didn't want to leave Kurt behind when he needed him.

The last few hours he had tried to understand what had happened. His mind had played so many different stories as he replay time over time all his moments with Kurt.

But every time, his mind came with no answer.

He eyes focused once more on Kurt who was still sound asleep.

Once they had arrived at Blaine's place, he had seemed so tired from all the crying and all the emotions.

So Blaine had made him first text his dad to tell him he was staying over by one of his friends before he had held him and tried to sooth him.

He had quietly hummed a song under his breath until the softest snores were filling the caravan.

But now he was all alone with his thoughts, and it was driving him nuts.

He had so many unanswered questions, so many ifs.

Carefully he pushed his chair back and walked towards the sleeping boy.

He kneeled down and let his fingers wander over his cheek, smiling softly when he leaned softly in the touch.

Blaine stood up again and pulled of his shirt and his old jeans before he carefully slipped in next to Kurt, wrapping his arms securely around Kurt.

Talking could wait for tomorrow.

There was only one thing he wanted for tonight. He wanted to protect him, hold him close and most of all never let go.