Over the next couple days, Kurt kept calling and calling Blaine every chance he got. The fight happened on Monday night, but by Tuesday night, Kurt found that his number had been blocked from Blaine's cell phone. He kept getting an automated message. That didn't stop him from calling though. He called constantly, hoping Blaine would cool off enough to unblock Kurt's number.

He called the house phone Tuesday afternoon and Blaine picked up.

"Hello?" Blaine asked when he picked up the phone.

"Blaine, please don't hang up," Kurt pleaded. His plea didn't work. Blaine immediately hung up the phone. Kurt called back immediately and this time Henry picked up.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hi, Henry, it's Kurt."

"Kurt, is everything okay? Blaine won't talk to us and he seems really mad at you."

"No. Everything isn't okay. We sort of got into a fight and now he won't talk to me. I think he blocked my phone number from his phone."

"Blaine!" Henry called out. "Blaine, did you block Kurt's number?"

Kurt vaguely heard Blaine's voice calling back in the background. "Yes!"

"What happened?" Henry directed back to Kurt.

"He thinks I'm holding back from him. He's right, but he doesn't like it. There's nothing I can do about it. You and I agreed not to push or tell him about our relationship so soon and everything he asks these days has something to do the fact that I'm in love with him." Kurt didn't mention the pictures because he felt those were private. "Last night he asked a question and I avoided it. Usually it works, but last night he just snapped. Now he won't talk to me and I don't know what to do. I'm doing everything just short of becoming his personal stalker."

"Just give him a couple days, Kurt. You mean too much to him for him to just shut you out."

"What am I supposed to do about his homework? I have it, but don't think it's appropriate for me to stop by."

"I think you're right. You know, I'm supposed to go out for a drink with your dad tonight and watch the game in town, why don't you give Blaine's stuff to him and he'll give it to me?"

"Oh-okay. I can do that."

"So, just give him some space for a couple days and I'm sure he'll come around."

"Okay."

The call shortly ended and as promised, Kurt gave Blaine's schoolwork to his dad before he left. Even though Henry told Kurt to give Blaine a couple days to cool off, Kurt still called constantly. He thought that if Blaine would unblock Kurt's number, then that meant he was ready to talk to him again.

That was Tuesday.

Wednesday came and Blaine was still mad. He couldn't get Kurt out of his mind. The more he thought about Kurt, the angrier he got. He spent a lot of time in his basement because that's where all the work out equipment was. He took up running, and ran until he couldn't stand or breathe. Then after taking a break and regaining feeling in his legs, he'd go back downstairs and start punching a bag that hung from the ceiling. He had his own gloves and everything because his brother said that during is freshman year in high school, he took up boxing. He would do that until his knuckles were numb. He did this several times between Tuesday and Thursday.

By the end of Thursday, he missed his friend. He missed Kurt. He hated himself for yelling at Kurt the way he did and hated that he wasn't giving Kurt a chance to explain after everything Kurt had done for him. At 10:00 on Thursday night he sat staring at his phone, toying with unblocking Kurt's number. He wondering if Kurt had taken the hint or if Kurt was still calling, just in case. He wanted to talk to him, but at the same time he didn't because he thought nothing would change.

He'll still shut me out and not tell me what I want to know. He'll still make excuses about why he won't tell me anything and we'll both cry and I'll buy into whatever he said and it'll start all over again.

Blaine decided to wait out another day and see how he felt the next day.

Friday morning came and he was waken up by his mother. "Wake up, sweetheart." He could feel the sun shine on his face and he squinted. "Come on, we have stuff to do today."

"What?" He rubbed his eyes.

"For starters, you smell. So go take a shower. Then we're going to run some errands. You are going to come in with me today. And then we're going to the doctor's. You have an appointment."

"I didn't know I had a doctor's appointment." He sat up, still rubbing his eyes and itching his head.

"I know, I made the appointment this morning."

"What's it for?" Blaine was a bit taken aback by the tone in his mother's voice. It wasn't harsh, but it was a little on the demanding side. He wasn't used to it.

"I've been doing some research and talking to specialists on your condition and feel that you need a little help."

"Help?" Blaine opened his eyes completely now, but was furrowing his brows. "Like support group kind of help?"

"No. Not exactly." Beth sat down on the corner of Blaine's bed and looked at him more comfortingly. This was what Blaine was used to. "I'm worried about you, honey. I understand why you're frustrated and upset all the time, but I think you might need to talk to someone more versed in your condition."

The word 'therapist' popped into Blaine's head. "You want me to go see a therapist?"

"More like a psychiatrist, but yes. You were progressing when you had Kurt to talk to, but since you're not talking to him anymore, all you're doing is moping and being angry. I swear, if you spend any more time in that basement, your muscles are going to explode and you're hands are going to break from punching that bag so hard."

"I don't want to go see a psychiatrist," Blaine said through his teeth.

"See? Angry. You're always angry. At least, when Kurt was around you talked to someone. You refuse to talk to your father and me, so what else can we do? We want to help you, Blaine. We love you and we don't want this life for you. I'm pretty sure you don't either. Aren't you tired of being angry all the time?"

Blaine clenched his jaw and released the tension. After taking a large breath he looked back at his mother. "Yes." He closed his eyes and only saw Kurt. "Alright, let me get up. I'll take a shower."

"Thank you, Blaine. I know this isn't easy for you or anyone else, but we really are trying our best, even if it's not enough."

After the appointment with the psychiatrist and answering his questions over a span of 50 minutes, he was prescribed a medication that the Dr. explained was an anticonvulsant. Blaine thought this was weird because he hadn't had a seizure before, but the Dr. explained that anticonvulsants are commonly prescribed to people taken after traumatic brain injury because they're are used to prevent seizures, but also to help decrease irritability and headaches, improve frustration tolerance, and stabilize mood swings. He took the prescription and walked out with his mother.

"What do we have to do for errands?" Blaine asked in the car.

"Bank, pharmacy, grocery shopping, dry cleaners, and I need a new pair of shoes. Also, we're going to go pick up your homework personally."

"At McKinley?"

"Yes."

"But…" Kurt's there. "What about the kids? What if they crowd me again?"

"Blaine, I'm sorry if you don't like this, but you're father and I are going to be a bit stricter with you. Up until we've pretty much let you do whatever you wanted because everything was new, but you're seventeen and you're getting out more now. You wanted to go to school. We're letting you do that. Now we're forcing you to be stronger. You're not a little kid. You can buck up and act like every other seventeen year old."

Blaine thought. There was something burrowing in his mind since Monday. "What if I don't want to go back to McKinley?"

"Blaine, don't be silly, you're a semester away from graduating. You're going to school."

"No. Not that. What if I don't want to go back to McKinley to graduate. What if I wanted my last semester to be at Dalton?"

"What's the difference?"

Kurt. "The people. McKinley is overwhelming, but the guys at Dalton are calm and supportive. I feel comfortable there."

Beth paused. "Dalton cost money."

Blaine didn't want to seem selfish and rude by pointing out that his family had no shortage of funds. "Wouldn't Dalton look better on a transcript when I apply to college?"

"I'll talk to your father about it, but until then, we're going to McKinley to pick up your school work."

"Okay." Blaine was pleased, thinking that maybe he had a chance at going back to the school of his choice. Dad went there after all. He must have a preference for it. Blaine thought. "I know you told me that I had to go inside all those places with you, but can I please just go to the Lima Bean and get picked up before we go to McKinley?"

"No. I told you that you're going into all those place with me."

"I get you're forcing me, but please? I went to the psychiatrist and I'm going to McKinley, when I don't want to do either. Can I please just sit in a caf� for a couple hours?"

"Fine, I guess."

"Thank you."

Beth took her eyes off the road for a second and smirked at her son. "You're lucky you're cute."

Blaine smiled and they pulled up to the Lima Bean. He was thankful that this time he brought his Ipod. Beth gave him her credit card and said she'll call him when she was on her way to pick him up.

Blaine went inside and picked up a magazine before getting in line. He ordered a medium drip and because he hadn't eaten yet, he ordered a bagel with cream cheese. The barista wasn't the same person as the barista who served him on Monday, which he was thankful for. This one was a middle aged male who didn't care about conversation. He paid for his order and when it was ready, he sat down in the same seat he did earlier that week.

An hour later, he was flipping through his magazine for the third time, bopping his head to the music coming out of his Ipod. It was 1:30. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a pair of shoes and he followed the shoes up to look at the face of Sebastian. He hadn't noticed him come in or walk up to him. He smiled up at Sebastian and took the ear buds out of his ears. "Do you live here or something?" He asked sarcasticly.

Sebastian smiled back and sat down in the chair across from him. "I have the last period of the day off and on Fridays I like to come here. What are you doing here?"

"Waiting."

"For me?"

Both Blaine and Sebastian laughed. "No. Although it is an added bonus." Since they met on Monday, Sebastian and Blaine had been talking online and Blaine had grown comfortable with Sebastian's minor flirtations.

"So, what are you doing tonight?"

"Um, probably sparing with a punching bag, working on some homework, having dinner with my parents; it's going to be crazy! I can't wait to pass out from so much fun."

Sebastian smiled widely. "How about a movie instead?"

"A movie?"

"Yeah. Maybe dinner beforehand? There's a party tonight in my dorm. We can stop by there and say hi some people before or afterwards… If you want."

"Oh." Blaine's eyebrows raised and his lips stayed in the same 'o' position from talking. "Just the two of us?" He wondered if he was being asked out on a date.

Sebastian stayed silent, but nodded as he smiled tenderly. He was actually a little nervous because wasn't sure if Blaine would agree to a date.

"Um…" He licked his lips, nervous to say yes, yet not really wanting to say no. "Okay. Yes. I-I'd love to."

"You would?"

"Yeah. It's a… date, right?"

Sebastian's smiled faded and he looked worried. "Yes. I mean- only if you want it to be. We can go just as friends if you want. I don't want to ruin this if you're not interested," he blurted out quickly.

"Oh no! I'm… I'm interested." Blaine surprised himself by admitting that. He hadn't actually known he was interested until this moment.

Sebastian smiled softly again. "Okay. Great. I'll um… You don't drive, right?"

"No."

"Okay. No problem. I'll pick you up. Here." Sebastian grabbed a napkin and wrote his phone number down. When he slipped it across the table, Sebastian grabbed another napkin. "Write your address down and I'll GPS how to get there." Blaine did as asked and smiled simply as he slid the napkin back over to Sebastian. "I'll pick you up at, let's say, six-ish?" Blaine nodded fervently. Sebastian smiled again, lost in Blaine's expression and charming good looks. "See you at six then." He stood up, waiting for a goodbye of sorts.

"Where are you going?" Blaine asked, sucking on his lower lip, hoping that he didn't seem too needy. "You just got here."

Sebastian chuckled. "I need to primp and pick out an outfit. Also, I need to make dinner reservations, put gas in my car, and figure out what movie we're going to see. Do you have any preference on movies?"

Blaine thought for a second. The movies he watched with Kurt were either musicals or law related. "Um, an action one that has nothing to do with courtrooms would be great." He wanted to get as far away from thinking of Kurt on his first date as possible. He missed his friend and yes, he probably still had feelings for him behind his anger, but he felt it was inappropriate to be thinking of one person when you're on a date with another. He did enjoy Sebastian's company after all; he might as well enjoy time with someone who isn't going to shut him out and keep secrets. "I thought you weren't into fashion," Blaine stated, remembering what he overheard him say to Kurt on their first meeting.

"I'm not usually, but when I want to impress a hot guy, I tend to spend more time on the thought that goes into my outfits. If I'm going to be your arm candy, I should look the part, right?"

Blaine was in awe at what Sebastian just said. Sebastian made it seem that Blaine was the better looking and the one that needed impressing. "You don't need to impress me." His eyes flickered around, feeling his ears turn pink. "And you don't need to pretend to be arm candy…" he paused, now not being able to make eye contact at all. "You're already sweet enough to give me a tooth ache." He was blushing so hard that he was sure he felt the skin on his chest burning. Blaine finally looked up after a very long minute went by of silence. He slowly brought his eyes up and caught Sebastian's eyes. He was beaming so bright that his eyes were smiling.

"S-so I'll see you at s-six," Sebastian stuttered out with a smile. He really did smile a lot, something Blaine liked. Blaine thought Sebastian had a wonderful smile. He had perfect features for the kind of smile he had.

"Okay, bye."

Sebastian waited another thirty seconds and left. Blaine's mother picked him up fifteen minutes later. Blaine got into his mother's car and stared ahead with a silly expression, not saying a word.

Beth kept glancing back and forth from him to the road. "Must have been some cup of coffee to get you to make that face?"

Blaine was broken from his reverie. "Huh?" he asked.

"Your face. You look like you just got another phone."

Blaine blushed slightly. "Oh." He giggled. I fucking giggled. "Yeah." Blaine rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand. "I have a date tonight."

"A date?" Beth's eyebrows raised in surprise and curiosity. "With whom?"

"Sebastian. He was at the coffee shop for a short while and asked me." The silly smile came back.

"Sebastian… I see." She pursed her lips and kept her eyes on the road. "Well… what time is this date?"

"He's picking me up at six-ish."

"Oh, so, your father will get to meet him?"

"Yes. I suppose so. I know you met him on Monday, both you and Dad will like him. He's sweet."

Beth couldn't help, but wonder where Kurt fit into all this. She wanted to be happy for Blaine and she was sure that whomever Sebastian was as a person, but she was also sure that after everything that happened over the past year, not just the accident, but everything as a whole, Kurt would always be better than Sebastian. Kurt would always be the Anderson family's first choice. This poor Sebastian boy would never stand a chance since he was taking Kurt's place. Kurt was one of her children, Sebastian was a stranger. She almost felt bad for Sebastian, but then remembered feeling bad for Sebastian was to forget about Kurt's feelings. "I'm sure he is, dear. Where is he taking you?"

"Dinner. I don't know where, but he said something about making dinner reservations. Then we're going to a movie. Do you think you can talk to dad about Dalton while I'm gone?"

"Sure, sweetie."

Kurt was standing at his locker transferring textbooks, binders, and notebooks from this locker to his messenger bag and visa-versa. All week he'd been collecting Blaine's homework and had gone back to his original system of leaving it in the mailbox. Before driving off, he'd always look at the windows just to check and see if a familiar face could be seen from one of them. But he never did. Henry had told Kurt that Blaine waited by the window everyday just waiting to see Kurt. I guess those days have long passed.

"Hel-lo gorgeous," Zach greeted as he strolled up to him, pinching Kurt's side and making him squirm. Zach had an abnormally cheerful smile on and that was saying something because Zach was one to flash a lot of smiles.

"Why the long face?" Kurt asked sarcastically, ignoring Zach's previous action.

"I finally captained the Titanic, My Friend."

Kurt jutted his chin out and flattened his lips, looking like he would have said 'and…'

"Seriously? I have to spell it out for you? I finally got her. It's been almost a year of trying and waiting and the day has come. I have a date tonight and I spell 'at last' Q-U-I-N-N."

"Fabray? Quinn Fabray finally said yes to a date with you? I thought she was dating Nick?"

"Nope, that ship sailed on Wednesday. Something about her thinking Nick paid more attention to the Warblers, mainly Jeff, than her I guess. Whatever, the only person she has to compete with is you if I can bag her permanently, but even then I don't think it will matter because she loves you."

Kurt wished he cared more, but Zach flew through girls while he waited patiently for a chance with Quinn that it was impossible to be excited for him. Plus, he always thought that he was too good for Quinn. He loved Quinn, but Zach was better than that. "Well, good luck."

"That's it? Good luck? No, what are you going to wear?"

"Zach, you have a closet full of designer clothes that come close to rivaling my closet. I'm sure you can put an outfit together."

"Yeah, but still. What do you say? Come over my house after school and help me out? She's a classy girl and I need input. Everything has to be perfect."

Might as well. It's not like you have anything else to do. "Okay. Sure. I have to drop off Blaine's homework, but then I'll stop by."

"Awesome!" Zach almost hopped forward, but ended up bear-hugging Kurt and picking him up.

"Kurt?"

Zach put Kurt down and Kurt turned to see Beth, Blaine's mom standing there. "Beth?" Kurt asked, straightening out his shirt with his hands. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Sweetie. I know it's only been a few days, but I miss seeing you around the house. Hanging in there?" She hugged Kurt tightly.

Kurt saw over her shoulder, down the hall a little ways, was Blaine. He was leaning against the wall with his jacket hood up over his head. "What are you two doing here? Not that I'm not happy to see you." He chanced another look at Blaine and Blaine hadn't moved. His eyes were fixed on the floor.

"I'm making Blaine pick up his homework from now on. No more babying."

"Good for you." Kurt tried, but it didn't come out sounding the way he meant it. He wanted it to sound almost encouraging, but instead it sounded disbelieving.

She looked back at Blaine. "Blaine, Honey, come say hello." Blaine finally looked up and locked eyes with Kurt.

Whatever bliss was in Blaine's eyes back in the car had now vanished. His natural instinct was to run to Kurt and hold onto him. Nothing's changed. He's still kept secrets from you. He'll continue to keep secrets from you. Nothing's changed. Blaine stayed where he was, unmoving.

"Oh. Um… well, I'm sorry, Kurt, but we'd better get going." Beth hugged Kurt and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye, Kurt."

"Bye." Kurt watched Beth rejoin Blaine down the hall. They made motion to walk into a classroom.

Zach quickly nudged Kurt hard. "Do something."

Kurt did the first thing that came to his mind because he didn't even have time to think about how to react. "Blaine!" he called out.

Blaine stopped in his tracks and caught Kurt's eyes again. He could see Kurt's pain, but behind him he also saw the tall blonde and that only made the situation worse. Especially since, once again, when Blaine showed up, Kurt was in Zach's arms. Jealousy and longing seeped through Blaine's veins, but he released his clenched jaw and forced Sebastian into his thoughts. Sebastian isn't a liar. Sebastian doesn't have a boyfriend. Sebastian doesn't make me want so much and then feel so disappointed because I got nothing. Nothing's changed.

"I'm sorry," Kurt said. He was fighting the tears from escaping his eyes.

Blaine bit his bottom lip and took a deep breath. "It doesn't change anything."

I love you, Kurt thought. "Please give me a chance to explain."

"You had a month and a half to explain. You had the perfect opportunity to explain many times over. I told you I needed you and while you said you'd help me, you lied right to my face and did the exact opposite. You kept me at arms length and refused to let me in, when I all, but made it perfectly clear what you were to me." He paused. "Well, I'm done feeling helpless and I'm done feeling like I'm not good enough because that's what you make me feel when you shut me out. I feel like I'm not worthy of whatever it was you had with the old me."

"Blaine, that's not true. I only did those things-"

Blaine cut Kurt off. "Just stop. Stop talking and stop calling. I need time and space, so just stay away from me."

"But… Blaine."

Blaine rolled his eyes and shook his head, disappearing into the classroom to meet teacher number one.

Kurt stood there, letting the tears come now, and feeling the familiar embrace of Zach's hand in his.