"Kurt, is this your friend? Is he okay, come with me hon, I'll get you some clothes," Carole gently touched Blaine's arm that seemed to have flinched at the connection.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Carole said soothingly. Blaine nodded with wide eyes. Carole knew something was up.

"Blaine is not used to interacting with people, Carole, he's had a rough past," Kurt answered.

"It's okay Blaine, she's not like your father," Kurt said patting his back.

"Kurt, could I talk to you for a second," Carole asked concerned.

"Sure, I'll be right back, here sit down," Kurt smiled at Blaine who did just that looking at him with worried eyes but smiled at Kurt. Kurt squeezed his hand and met Carole just outside of the cabin.

"Kurt there's something you're not telling me, and I want to know why Blaine looks like he just got bashed, and what's this about his father?" Carole demanded as Kurt sighed.

"I met him yesterday in the forest, and he was like what you just described him, like he was bashed, and so I pitied him, I thought he was lost and I wanted to find out what happened, he ran away from me at first, but then I played that song Finn turned on yesterday, and he recognised the song and so he was brave enough to come out," Kurt explained. Carole listened nodding her head.

"I'm guessing he's not a camper then, so where does he live?" Carole asked patiently.

"I was getting to that," Kurt said. Kurt then explained the whole thing as quickly and as detailed as possible. Carole covered her mouth and shook her head.

"How do you know he's telling the truth?" Carole questioned.

"Why would he make up something like that?" Kurt asked.

"I know you got a good heart hon, but he may be using you," Carole replied. Kurt shook his head.

"Blaine isn't using me, I can feel it, he's so scared Carole, could you please get dad to look up his family?

"Do you know his last name?" Carole asked. Kurt shook his head.

"I don't like this Kurt,"

"Please…, he needs help," Kurt begged. Carole put her head in the living room and saw Blaine in the same position they left him. He didn't look like he was about to steal something at that moment, so she wasn't sure what to do.

"Why didn't you explain any of this to us when you told us you were going to meet him?"

"I wanted to be sure first, I wanted to get to know him, and I wanted to let him know he could trust me, he was abandoned Carole, how is he meant to deal with more people abandoning him if I told him about you guys and dad might not like it because he's gay and…," Carole silenced Kurt.

"It's okay now I know the situation, I'll tell your father tonight, don't worry about him just try get Blaine some fresh clothes and we'll get him something to eat," Carole smiled. Kurt hugged her and went back inside. Blaine was looking outside Kurt's window.

"Blaine?" Kurt said, immediately Blaine jumped and looked at Kurt.

"Am I going to the police?" Blaine asked scared just as Carole walked in.

"Not yet, listen to me, none of what happened to you is your fault, do you understand?" Carole patted Blaine's knee gently, willing to trust Kurt for the moment. Kurt mouthed a thank you.

"I told you," Kurt smiled. Blaine slightly smiled in return.

"Wait…so you are going to take me eventually?" Blaine hugged himself terrified.

"Blaine, we need to find out what happened to your family on record, but you can stay with us for now, you're not going to jail, will he?" Kurt asked Carole as she nodded her head.

"You won't be abandoned Blaine, we need to find out your last name, I'm going to go and tell Kurt's dad and brother what happened, Kurt would you please just stay with him for the time being," Carole said as she grabbed her handbag and was about to head out the door.

"Anderson," Blaine said quietly.

"Pardon?" Carole asked looking back at the boy with his wide golden hazel eyes.

"My last names Anderson," Blaine said simply as Carole nodded smiling.

"Thank you Blaine, I'm not going to be long boys," Carole warned and left.

"Is she your new mom?" Blaine asked when she left.

"Yeah, her name's Carole, do you like her?" Kurt replied.

"Yeah, she's nice, but I don't think she likes me," Blaine added.

"She just doesn't know you well enough yet," Kurt replied. Blaine didn't look convinced.

"Come on let's get you some clothes, luckily I have a big wardrobe," Kurt said opening his closet in the corner. There were two closets in the cabin, and Kurt needed a whole one to himself for the amount of clothes he wore.

"You always look beautiful," Blaine said blushing as he looked down.

"No need to flatter me, but thank you, you do too," Kurt admitted.

"In these?" Blaine said shocked gesturing towards his ripped dark jeans and dirty t-shirt.

"Well…you would look beautiful in anything to me," Kurt smiled. Blaine looked away.

"You don't mean that, you just feel sorry for me," Blaine said quietly, Kurt immediately shook his head.

"What you've been through just shows me how much strength you have to survive, and when you stopped me from killing that mosquito, shows me that you have a heart, but no one to share it with and that shows me how beautiful you are," Kurt replied. Blaine just stood there silent tears forming his eyes again.

"Hey, don't cry, it'll be okay," Kurt grabbed a moist toilette, and cleaned up Blaine's face. Blaine winced when Kurt gently put it on a scar above his right eye.

Kurt finished and went back to finding clothes for Blaine, he managed to find a black v neck shirt he hasn't worn in ages and would probably fit Blaine as it would be too small on him now, and matching black pants.

"Here, you can change into these; they should fit you they are too small on me,"

"Thank you Kurt,"

"Go, get change, don't mention it, oh and have a shower, it will make you feel better," Kurt gestured Blaine towards the bathroom.

Blaine smiled at Kurt again and went inside. Kurt took a deep breath and sighed, he knew he was doing the right thing.

Kurt's dad came in the cabin looking pretty mad.

"Kurt, what do you think you're doing bringing home a stranger, he could be a robber, or part of some gang, he could have taken advantage of you!" Burt shouted angrily at his son who looked shocked.

"Dad, if you would just understand he…,"

"No Kurt, you're naïve, you believe everything people tell you, and I know you have a good heart, but you can't trust everyone,"

"Why would he make it up dad?"

"Maybe he was told to?"

"Dad people need help! People like Blaine don't have someone to comfort them because everyone is against them, how are they supposed to get any help, did you know he was abandoned? Did you find out his mother died, that his father beat him up for being gay, why won't you give him a chance?" Kurt yelled holding back angry tears willing to slip out from his icy blue eyes.

"Blaine stepped out of the bathroom shaking, still in his old clothes; he hadn't moved since Kurt's father started lecturing Kurt. He gave back Kurt's clothes, as Kurt and his father went silent. He avoided Burt's eyes with tears obvious, wiping them away when he took a step back.

"It's okay Kurt, I'll go, I…I'm sorry Sir for causing trouble, thank you K..," Blaine whispered shaking his head furiously and dashed out the door not looking back.

Burt stood stunned remembering the cuts and bruises on the kids face, the way his eyes looked mourningly down at his dirty feet, and the way his own son looked ashamed of him.

"Kurt," Burt started, but Kurt stomped out of the cabin before he could say anything.

"What happened?" Asked Carole as she frowned at her husband looking painfully dumb folded.

"I didn't listen to my son," Burt replied angry.

"His name is Blaine Anderson, maybe you should see if you can find out anything about the kid," Carole added. Burt nodded grateful for her support.

"Blaine…BLAINE," Kurt called as he re-entered the forest. Kurt heard crying from around the corner, he followed the soft sound until he reached a broken boy clutching a piece of paper. Kurt kneeled down and unscrambled the paper in his hand and smiled slightly.

"Courage Blaine," Kurt read out the words he had written, as teary eyes looked up at him.

"Go Kurt,"

"Blaine no, I want to…," Kurt gave back the paper.

"I don't want your family to hurt you," Blaine interrupted.

"They won't hurt me Blaine, they are just worried,"

"Go,"

"Blaine its ok,"

"GO! Leave me alone, a…and don't come back," Blaine screamed. Alarmed Kurt stepped back and turned around.

Kurt didn't know how to find his way out but he kept walking in the same direction hoping it would lead him out. Kurt walked for half an hour, and started to feel cold; he didn't know where he was going.

"Kurt isn't back yet?" Burt asked after he returned from his walk to calm himself down, an hour later, he knew what he was going to do, he was going to find Kurt, get Blaine and sort this mess out together, he did want to help Blaine, give him a chance, but he just wasn't sure if he could trust somebody that fast.

"I thought he was with you," Finn spoke when Carole entered the living room.

"You don't think he went to the forest do you?" Carole asked. Finn obviously found out what happened because immediately he looked worried.

"I hope you don't mind I told Finn what happened, he was concerned about Kurt," Burt shook his head and took of his hat to scratch his bald head.

"He must've went to calm down Blaine, I should go find him,"

"It's starting to rain, and it's getting dark out there," Finn pointed out worried.

"Finn, Kurt will be okay we're going to find him, right honey?" Carole asked as Burt nodded.

"Carole you stay here in case they come back, Finn you come with me," Burt requested. Finn didn't need to be told twice he grabbed two torch-lights from under the beds and they head of.

Kurt grabbed out his phone and cursed himself when he saw no signal. Damn it. He looked around and he could see it was getting dark, the cold was starting to sink in, and everything looked damp, and grey. He felt like he kept going in the same directions, vine trees, maple trees, tall grass that tickled his feet and felt unpleasant he didn't even bother with his clothes, he just wanted to get home.

A branch that he had not seen knocked Kurt down and he felt himself black out, staring into the night sky praying someone would find him, it was freezing and lightning started to form, his eyes closed into unconsciousness.

"KURT!" Burt yelled as he and Finn walked through the forest that they manage to find after approximately half an hour, the wind and rain that suddenly belted down didn't help either, it was cloudy and hard to see.

"Kurt where are you!" Finn followed Burt along the way.

"Did he say anything about where Blaine was in the forest?" Finn asked. Burt shook his head.

"We probably should have marked the trees," Burt regretted, he didn't think everything would look the same, Kurt mentioned getting out okay.

"Mum knows where here, so if we aren't back in an hour she's going to get people to help us," Finn added, which comforted Burt little, his son was missing, and he couldn't dare to think what could happened to him, he wanted his boy back.

A sobbing Blaine suddenly perked up from his miserable state huddled under a large maple tree where he had been whimpering about losing Kurt all afternoon. He clutched the note to his chest even harder but when he heard Kurt's father calling out Kurt's name, he instantly became alert.

It's been a long time since he told Kurt to get lost, but coming back into reality he forgot Kurt didn't know how to get back. Blaine quickly jumped up terrified of what he had done. It was okay for him to live in the forest he was used to it, but Kurt was like a muggle in the Harry Potter world of Hogwarts, a muggle would never survive.

"KURT!" Finn desperately called, he had never been this scared for his brother in his life.

"Finn wait," Burt whispered when a shadow leaped out from behind the tree.

A boy with dark curly drenched wet hair stood ahead of them with eyes as wide as an owl. The boy had scraped himself a great deal rushing towards them; he didn't care about the cuts from the branches because he knew they would heal, he was glad to catch them.

"Blaine," Burt muttered. Finn looked up in horror.