Monday arrived and Kurt was absolutely dreading going to school.

He just had this bad feeling in his stomach and he just knew they would go back to how it was before.

With a  last sigh, he took his bag from the chair and made his way towards the kitchen. A huge fake smile plastered on his face as he tried to convince his dad he was ok.

He took a bright red apple from the bowl and took a huge bite from it.

“So kiddo, you ready to start another week,” his dad asked as he looked over his newspaper.

Kurt tried his best to smile at him. “I think so.”

Burt nodded happily. “I'm glad everything is better again. You should definitely ask Blaine over again next week. I think the guy could use some family time.”

Kurt looked surprised at him. “So he is family now?”

Burt nodded. “He makes you happy, makes you feel save. It's all I can do to repay him.”

Kurt swallowed the piece of apple he had bitten off. “I have to get going. See you tonight?”

His dad let out an approval grunt as he was again focused on the newspaper in his hands.

Kurt rolled his eyes and made his way towards his car. He could do this.

At least he thought. He was sitting in his car in the back of the parking lot, thankfully unnoticed yet.

He started at the jocks in the doorway with the huge slushies in their hands, and no they weren't going to drink it.

Karofsky was looking over the parking lot but somehow they didn't seem to see Kurt.

Kurt let out a sigh of relief when he saw the jocks look into the building and started cursing. The slushies were thrown in the dumpsters nearby.

Kurt counted till 50 before he stepped out of his car and into the school building.

The hallways were mostly empty and just seemed as dull always, maybe today even more.

He opened his locker and took the books he needed out of it. When he was certain he had everything he needed, he made his way towards his class.

And of course he was late. He apologized towards the teacher and came with the best excuse ever before he made his way towards the back.

His face fell when he noticed Blaine wasn't there either. Kurt shrugged it off. Blaine was sometimes later, it happened.

But when the hour went by, he knew that Blaine wouldn't be there today.

It was saddening how much duller the school became when Blaine wasn't there.

Kurt didn't know if it was himself who was slowly becoming pathetic or just the school who became worse and worse. Probably a bit of both.

Today had probably been worse than any day in McKinley before Blaine had arrived. He had lost count after the 10th slushy had contacted his face, his arm was blue from the locker shove he had received and he couldn't remember the last time that he was stuck in the middle of a food fight!

Well there was that, and Blaine who hadn't made a sound the whole day, not even a message.

Kurt didn't want to admit it, but that was almost as worse as the whole day.

He had this feeling in his gut that something was wrong. He just couldn't point out what.

He knew it was wrong what he was going to do but somehow he knew it was what he had to do.

Carefully he sneaked into the office of Figgins.

He wasn't surprised to notice that everyone had already left the building.

As fast as he could, he went through the files of students, looking for the one he needed.

It didn't take long to find Blaine. He opened the file and looked for an address.

He took a biro from the desk and started writing it on his hand. When he double checked, he placed the file neatly back in the file cabinet.

As unsuspicious as he could, he sneaked back into the hallway.

He couldn't be at the address fast enough.

The GPS announced that he had to take one last turn before he made it towards his destination.

He had send a text to his dad, telling him he would be later but they could still have dinner together.

Burt hadn't asked any more questions. It wasn't that much that Kurt was home later then agreed.

Kurt stopped in front of the small house. Next to the house was an empty lot. Except for the small caravan parked on it.

The caravan looked rather old. The paint was slowly fading, there was rust everywhere and one of the windows seemed to have a crack as it had duct tape all over it.

Kurt hesitated as he made his way towards the caravan. He noticed how there was a lock on the door. It was laying on the ground.

Kurt looked at it for a bit. It probably meant Blaine was home, right?

With a hesitating last look towards the lock, he knocked on the door.

The silence he was met with was deafening. Maybe he wasn't so lucky after all.

Kurt was about to knock once more when the door flew open, almost knocking him off his feet.

Blaine appeared, a knife in his hand as he was ready to get into the fight.

Kurt took a step back, not really sure why he wasn't running as fast he could.

Blaine looked at him with his mouth open. First there was surprise in his eyes, then there was annoyance and then there was flaming anger.

Kurt swallowed, maybe his idea wasn't as bullet proof as he thought.

“What the hell are you doing here?” shouted Blaine.

“I was worried,” said Kurt silently as he looked at the ground. He didn't dear to look up.

A few seconds passed but it felt like hours until Blaine finally said something else. “Ok, you see I am fine, you can go now.”

Kurt felt almost relieve go through him as he thought about turning around but he knew he had still so many questions left. This wasn't what he should be doing.

He looked up to see Blaine still look angry at him. “You weren't at school today,” Kurt stated.

Blaine shrugged. “I didn't feel like it.”

“So you couldn't text me at least? First saturday and then today. Do you not want to hang around with me anymore?”

Blaine frowned, his eyes were softer as the anger lessened. “That's not it Kurt.” Blaine let out a heavy sigh. His hand went through his curly locks. “Look, this is not something I normally do but why don't you come in,” he said as he waved with his hand into the caravan.

Kurt hesitated but slowly stepped closer before he stopped promptly.

“What,” snapped Blaine.

Kurt felt a blush appear on his cheeks. “Maybe you should put that knife away,” he said silently.

Blaine looked down towards his hand like he had forgotten the knife was even there. “Euhm sure,” he said as he walked inside and put the knife on the small table that could be seen from the outside.

Kurt slowly stepped inside, not wanting to break anything.

His eyes followed the inside. Somehow it was even worse than the outside.

There was a matrass on the ground without any bed. A bag was laying open with all clothes inside it.

When he looked to the left, he was met with a small looking kitchen  and a table with one chair.

There was a small room which Kurt guessed was a small bathroom.

Blaine looked at him. “I don't need your pity ok?”

He gestured towards the chair. “You should take it.”

Blaine himself hopped up the small kitchen corner that looked so old it would break any moment.

Kurt let out a sigh and took a seat on the only chair. When he was sure the chair wouldn't break, he looked up at Blaine who was looking through the small window.

“Where were you,” asked Kurt again when he realized that Blaine wouldn't be saying anything soon.

“I had stuff to take care of,” said Blaine.

Kurt frowned. “Like what?”

Blaine let out a frustrated sigh. “If you want to know, I freaking lost my job, that's why I wasn't there today because some people need to work to survive!”

Kurt looked at him sadly. “I could help you, you know.”

“Kurt, I don't need your money!”

Kurt stood up and made his way towards Blaine. “Why can't you accept my help Blaine? I want to help you because you are my friend.”

Blaine looked up at him, a little shocked when he noticed how close Kurt was standing.

“I can't get close to someone again and be disappointed again. I can't Kurt. I need to figure this out on my own,” he said quietly.

“But I'm not like them Blaine,” Kurt whispered. “You have always been there for me when you were around. I want to be there for you now.”

Blaine let out the air of his lungs through his nose. “I went job searching this afternoon. I found a job in a small super market. I start tomorrow,” Blaine said. “I'll be ok.”

Kurt nodded. “I believe you. Just tell me if you need something ok?”

Blaine looked down again and nodded. His hand slowly made it's was towards Kurt when he let out a gasp. “What happened to you,” he asked as he took Kurt's arm briskly.

A dark bruise was formed on his arm. Kurt shrugged. “It's ok,” he tried to say but a painful gasp made it's way past his lips as Blaine let his finger trail over the bruise.

“It's not, tell me who did this, I'm going to kill him,” Blaine growled.

Kurt looked down at the bruise where Blaine was carefully tracing his finger around. “Let's say my favorite people got back a little earlier than planned.”

Blaine's grip on Kurt's arm tightened. “I thought I had told them to back off after what they did to you! Why didn't anybody help you?”

Kurt let out a heartless laugh. “I'm the gay parade of the school Blaine. It will always be like this. No matter where I go or what I do. I will always be the gay kid.”

He was staring down when he felt a hand cup his face. His face was slowly lifted until his eyes met Blaine's.

“You know that's not true,” Blaine whispered. “Some people just don't know what they are missing. You are the most amazing, kind and smart person I have ever met and so unbelievable beautiful on the in- and outside. As long as I'm here, I'll do my best to make sure that everything is ok. I won't let them hurt you anymore, I promise.”

Kurt felt a tear slip down his face. Not knowing what to do, he did the first thing that popped up in his mind.

He leaned forward and let his lips meet Blaine's. As fast as his lips had met Blaine's, as fast did they leave them again.

Blaine was staring at him with wide eyes. His mouth hung open.

And Kurt did the only thing he thought about, he ran as fast as he could towards his car until he was back on the road.