Blaine knew that Kurt would be going through everything that had happened, unable to understand what was going on.

Blaine's phone buzzed loudly and Kurt's head jerked up at the sound. Blaine grabbed his phone off the coffee table and saw that he had a new message from Wes.

I know you are with Kurt but do you two want to come for lunch tomorrow? – W

"Wes wants to know if you want to go out for lunch tomorrow," Blaine smiled, turning to face Kurt, "with the Warblers."

"I don't mind," Kurt shrugged.

"I'll tell him we'll be there," Blaine decided, knowing it would be good for Kurt.

We'll be there. Where are we going? – B

Wes messaged Blaine back with the details and he relayed them to Kurt, who nodded his approval. Blaine gently moved from his spot on the floor and slid on to the couch next to Kurt, pulling the boy close to him. Kurt nuzzled his face into Blaine's neck, breathing in his scent.

"What did I do wrong?" Kurt whispered and Blaine rubbed his arm, dropping a kiss onto his forehead.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Kurt," Blaine told him firmly, "Nothing. I'm afraid they aren't really your friends for leaving like they did."

Kurt sighed and clung to Blaine tightly. "I thought they were my friends. They were always talking about being a 'family' in glee club."

Blaine's jaw clenched at this. How could they be a family if they hadn't even seen that Kurt was getting bullied?

"I'm sorry Kurt," Blaine said sincerely, "but you don't need them. You have me and your dad and the Warblers now."

Kurt gently placed a kiss on the side of Blaine's neck, humming happily. "You're right."

Blaine turned Kurt's head and captured his lips in a kiss, pushing all his emotions for Kurt into the action. Kurt kissed him back, hand sliding up to cup his jaw and pull him closer.

"They're here," Wes grinned as he saw Blaine approaching with Kurt and a dog. They were sitting in the garden at the restaurant at a large table. "You made it."

Blaine grinned and Kurt smiled softly.

"What's your dog's name?" Nick asked, standing up and holding out his hand for Lucy to sniff before patting the dog's head.

"This is Lucy," Kurt introduced.

"My sister has a German Shepherd for a guide dog," Nick told Kurt and the boy frowned.

"Your sister?" He asked.

"Yeah, she has been blind since she was five," Nick told Kurt.

"Oh," he breathed. "How does she deal with it?"

"Well, she has had a lot longer than you and her eyes just failed, you had your sight taken from you so it's different," Nick explained gently, "and she was so little when it happened but she coped and she's doing fine."

Kurt nodded and gently reached out for Nick, grabbing his upper arm and squeezed it. "Thank you."

Nick smiled. "You're welcome. Come sit down."

Blaine helped Kurt into the chair at the end so that Lucy could sit next to him and Blaine took his other side. He read the menu to Kurt so that he could choose a meal, which he did without too much hardship.

"So Kurt, when are you going to join the Warblers?" Jeff asked and Kurt frowned.

"I don't know," he said slowly.

"You should join," Nick beamed. "You're really good."

"How do you know?" Kurt asked, voice full of suspicion. "You haven't heard me sing."

"Uh that's not exactly true," Thad grinned sheepishly. "You see, after your failed attempt to spy on us, we did some research and found some videos."

"Does a fourteen and half minute Celine Dion song in French ring any bells?" David asked and Kurt blushed bright red.

"You saw that?" He gasped.

"That was impressive," Blaine grinned and Kurt flushed darker. "You didn't tell me you were a cheerleader."

"I joined with Mercedes," Kurt said quietly, faltering slightly on Mercedes' name. "We did it so we could have a chance of getting some solos and Sue Sylvester is – well, she gets what she wants, using whatever methods she can."

"Like what?" Wes asked.

"Black mail, manipulation and the list goes on," Kurt shrugged.

"That's so wrong," David shook his head.

Kurt shrugged. "It's not exactly weird at McKinley."

Blaine shook his head, jaw clenching.

"The Warblers," David started, changing the subject, "haven't had a countertenor in forever and we would so win if we had you."

Kurt frowned. "You – you really think that?"

"Are you kidding?" Wes cried. "We'd be unstoppable."

"Please join," Nick begged. "Please, please, please, please, please."

Kurt chuckled. "I'll think about it."

"Yes!" The Warbler's cheered and Kurt laughed wholeheartedly at this. Their meals came and nobody batted an eye as Blaine helped Kurt with his. Thad kept sneaking Lucy food and grinned each time she licked his fingers in response.

"Don't think I can't hear you feeding Lucy," Kurt warned and Thad's jaw dropped.

"How?" He gasped.

"I can hear, you know," Kurt smirked. "I know what Lucy sounds like when she's eating."

The Warblers laughed loudly as Thad pouted and Kurt stroked Lucy's head. They stayed in the garden long after they had finished their meals, filling Kurt in on their antics and crazy stories that had happened before his transfer.

"We still don't know how he got on the roof," David laughed and Kurt sniggered.

Eventually – although to their disappointment – they had to get going. As they were saying goodbye and Nick had Kurt distracted by giving him his number, Wes and David pulled Blaine aside.

"How's he doing?" Wes asked.

"He's so brave," Blaine said, glancing at Kurt over his shoulder. "I don't know how he does it."

"When you turned up, he seemed upset," David said carefully.

"His old glee club, New Directions, came over yesterday," Blaine explained, hand curling into a fist. "They said they had prepared something for him. They all bailed before they had even sung to him. They couldn't handle it."

"They left?" Wes asked, eyebrows shooting almost to his hairline.

"Kurt told me how they were meant to be a family and they can't handle that he's blind now. That it's too much for them," Blaine growled. "There were only three who made an effort and want to see him again."

Wes and David patted him on the shoulder. "He doesn't need them. He has us now."

Blaine nodded. "Thanks guys."

"We've got your backs," David promised.

Blaine smiled and gave his friends a quick hug. The three of them hurried back to the group, Blaine's hand slipping into Kurt's.

"We'll see you guys at school," Jeff beamed.

"Bye," Kurt smiled and left with Blaine and Lucy.

"Come with an audition piece," Thad called after them and they chuckled.

"Thank you," Kurt said to Blaine as they headed back to the car.

"For what?" Blaine asked.

"For making me come out," Kurt smiled. "I had fun and it felt...normal."

"I'm glad you had fun because I did too," Blaine grinned, squeezing Kurt's hand. "They really like you."

"I like them too," Kurt whispered.

"I could help you pick an audition song if you like," Blaine told him. They reached the car and Blaine opened the door, allowing Lucy to jump in the back. Kurt opened his door and slipped in. Blaine hurried to his side and slid into the front seat.

"I think I have a song in mind," Kurt said as Blaine was starting the engine.

"Will you tell me what it is?" He asked, pulling out of his parking space.

"No," Kurt smirked. "You'll have to wait along with everyone else."

"Tease," Blaine grumbled but he was smiling. He drove them back to the Hummel house and they both jumped out, Kurt sliding his hands along the car until he reached the back door and opened it to let Lucy out. She leapt out and waited patiently for Kurt.

Burt was still at the garage and so they had the house to themselves. "Blaine? Are there any messages on the phone?" Kurt asked and Blaine moved to the kitchen bench to look at the answering machine. It was flashing and he pressed play.

"You have one message," came the electronic voice. "Message one."

"Hi, Kurt. It's Mercedes." Blaine watched as Kurt froze. "I'm sorry I walked out on you yesterday. I just – I'm so sorry. Seeing you – I couldn't do it Kurt. I don't know how to –"

"Delete it," Kurt instructed, his voice hard. Blaine quickly pressed delete.

"Message deleted. You have no messages."

Blaine moved to Kurt and gently wrapped his arms around his waist, leaning his forehead against his boyfriend's. Kurt slid his arms around Blaine's neck and the shorter boy reached up and gently extracted Kurt's sunglasses and placed them on the table. Kurt had his eyes closed, body trembling slightly.

"It's OK," Blaine said softly. "You can let it out."

A tear slid from under his eye lashes and down his cheek. Blaine held him tightly and let Kurt cry, allowing him to release the pent up emotions he had been carrying around him since yesterday.

Blaine vowed never to let Kurt feel this way again; he had good friends now, ones that would actually look out for him. Blaine, along with the Warblers, would take care of him now.