He blushed at the thought but smiled giddily as he remembered the feel of Blaine's strong arms around him, comforting in ways he didn't know someone other than his mother could. Blaine had continuously messaged him throughout the day, telling him he missed him and couldn't wait to see him back at school.

Kurt didn't want to leave his mother, but knew that he had to go to school before he missed out on to much work.

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Blaine waited for him in the parking lot by his car and straightened when Kurt got out of his navigator.

"Hi," Blaine beamed, pulling him into a hug. "How's your mum?"

"She's tired but that's to be expected," Kurt told him, taking his hand as they walked into school with each other. "I'm just glad that she is okay."

"Me too," Blaine assured him and Kurt smiled at him. Kurt was surprised when the Warbler's offered him any help and were sorry to hear about his mum but glad that she was okay and that if they needed anything he only had to ask. Kurt was shocked that they had found out but guessed that Blaine must have informed them of what was going on.

"They were worried about you," Blaine murmured as they headed to their first class, confirming his suspicions. "I didn't want them to get to worried so I told them. I hope that's okay."

Blaine looked so worried so Kurt smiled at him reassuringly. "It's fine Blaine. Thank you."

Blaine looked relieved and grinned brightly. Even though Kurt was constantly worrying about his mother, school provided a good distraction. His friends made sure to keep him occupied and Nick struck up a conversation with Kurt about Regionals that was coming up.

"We should be able to beat the hipsters," Nick said. "but New Directions seem pretty good."

"They are – when they're not fighting amongst themselves," Kurt told him and Nick frowned.

"What do you mean?" Nick asked. "You were apart of the group yeah?"

"Yes, I was," Kurt said carefully. "But I'm not here to spy."

"I know you're not," Nick smiled at him reassuringly.

"Oh, good," Kurt smiled with relief. "What I meant was that there is always so much drama within the club and Rachel – their star- is usually in the middle of it all."

"That sounds...chaotic," Nick said slowly and Kurt sniggered.

"It's dysfunctional but it works," Kurt shrugged. "Last year at sectionals we had our set list stolen so we had to make up everything an hour before hand and then when we got to Regionals Quinn went into labour."

"You only had an hour to make your set list and you still made it to Regionals?" Nick asked, looking horrified.

"Yes," Kurt blinked. "But don't worry. I can guarantee that there will be some kind of drama going on and the warbler's are fantastic."

Nick looked slightly appeased but still concerned and Kurt felt guilty for making him feel that way.

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Wes banged his gavel loudly and called everyone's attention.

"Alright everybody, we have chosen our setlist," Wes smiled. "We have a duet with Kurt and Blaine singing candles, followed by a solo with Blaine, singing Pink's Raise your glass."

Everyone clapped and Kurt beamed proudly at Blaine. He wasn't upset that he didn't get the solo, knowing that Blaine had deserved it and knew that he would bring the audience to their knees. He was ecstatic that he got to sing a duet with him though for the competition. Wes started dividing up the harmonies among them all before letting them go, he himself leaving with them, holding his gavel protectivley.

Blaine linked hands with Kurt and they started walking to the car park. Nick's questions about New Directions had got him thinking and it must have shown on his face.

"Everything okay?" Blaine asked, squeezing his hand, drawing him out of his thoughts.

"Hmm?" Kurt asked, completely missing the question.

"I asked if everything was okay? You're quite," Blaine observed and Kurt smiled weakly.

"I was just thinking about Regionals," Kurt said. "and about facing New Directions again."

"Have you spoken much to them since you transferred?" Blaine asked, curious. Kurt didn't talk much about his time at McKinley and Blaine understood why. Kurt shrugged at Blaine's question and his hand tightened on Blaine's.

"Not really. My leaving was kind of sudden," Kurt told him quietly. "Nobody in the club noticed the bullying. I mean – everyone was getting bullied, getting slushied – but nobody noticed."

Blaine exhaled angrily at this.

"What about your teachers?" Blaine asked through gritted teeth.

Kurt shrugged. "They didn't do anything, even if they saw anything. I – Blaine?" Blaine was rubbing a hand across his face and looked extremely angry. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No! Of course not," Blaine cried, stopping and standing in front of Kurt and taking both his hands in his. "I'm angry that you had to be in that school and how much you already been through." Kurt shrugged indifferently but Blaine knew that it was affecting him more than he was letting on. He had felt the same way when he had just transferred to Dalton. "I know it hurts more than you're letting on."

"Of course it does," Kurt snapped and immediately looked apologetic. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap," Kurt sighed and shuffled closer to Blaine. "Dalton is amazing and although I love it here I do miss my friends. I have only really spoken to a few; Tina, Brittany, Mike and Santana. Mercedes – she was my best friend – she hasn't spoken to me since."

Blaine frowned at this but didn't push the matter for the moment. It wasn't a matter to be talking about in the parking lot.

"I'm sorry," Blaine murmured and dropped his forehead against Kurt's.

Kurt sighed slightly and gently rubbed his nose against Blaine's. "Do you want to get coffee?"

Blaine smiled softly and stepped back, releasing one of Kurt's hands and kept the other in his as they walked to their cars.

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"Mum? I'm home," Kurt called out through his grandparents house. They were moving back home over the weekend as Elizabeth was well enough to go home. She was still weak and her body was still adjusting to the new medication she was taking.

"In the living room," Elizabeth called out quietly and Kurt headed to her. She was curled up on the couch, watching Mildred paint. The floor was covered with sheets, splashes of paint covering them. The furniture was covered with sheets too and Kurt wrinkled his nose but sat down gently next to his mother.

"How was school?" Elizabeth asked, kissing her son's cheek.

"Good. Blaine and I got the duet for Regional's," Kurt beamed and Elizabeth grinned brightly.

"Oh I am so proud of you both," Elizabeth smiled. "I know I'm not going to be well enough to come but I'll get Mildred to record it for me. I want to see you both."

Kurt smiled and nodded. He knew that his mother wasn't going to be able to watch, even though he really wanted her to be there.

"How are you feeling?" Kurt asked and Elizabeth smiled softly at him.

"Tired, but I'll be fine," she assured him.

"She had a great nap today," Mildred spoke up spinning in her chair to face her nephew. "Hi."

Kurt chuckled and smiled at her. "What are you painting?"

"Landscape," Mildred sighed. "It's my worst aspect so I thought I would work on it."

Kurt nodded and reached into his satchel and pulled out his school books. He spread them across his lap and started on his homework with Elizabeth curled up beside him and Mildred painting. Elizabeth dozed lightly as they worked, Claire coming in to bring Kurt a afternoon snack. Kurt watched as his grandmother smile at her daughter sadly and sweep her hair of his face and draped a blanket over her.

Kurt finished his homework and packed his books away before pulling out his phone and messaging Blaine.