He felt sick, there was so much going on in his mind that he was sure that he was going to explode at any minute.

The different meanings of the look he and Kurt had shared were spinning in his thoughts as he sat at the table with Kurts dad.

He couldnt really remember what had happened over dinner but now he was being asked to leave and go upstairs while Burt talked to Kurt.

He walked up the stairs and into Kurts room walking straight to the sofa bed and sitting on the end of it. He hid his head in his hands thinking over his feelings.

He couldnt like Kurt, could he?

"Shit," he mumbled to himself. Suddenly he was looking at Kurt in a whole different way; maybe it was because he was the first person that seemed to care about him, but he didnt care he liked Kurt.

He groaned, he could remember the last time that he had been going out with someone; he made the mistake of taking him home.

"Whos this?" His dad said with his hands on his hips.

"This is Jack," he replied and he took hold of Jacks arm guiding him towards the stairs.

"And is Jack a queer like you?" His dad spat and he stopped.

"You can call me that all you want but dont you dare call my boyfriend that!" He yelled and he watched as his dads eyes started to glow with fear.

"Youre all the same, disgusting fags!" His dad continued and he was consumed with rage. His dad knew how to make him angry and took any opportunity to make his point.

"You know what, lets just go Jack," he said and they both moved for the front door.

"No, youre not going anywhere, Jack get out and I would recommend that you stay away from Blaine, you dont want to get too tainted," his dad mumbled taking hold of his arm with a tight grip.

He watched and Jack ran for the front door, disappearing out of it. He will never forget that moment because that was the last time that Jack ever talked to him.

"Are you ok?" He heard Kurts voice taking him out of his day dream.

"I dont know anymore," he answered feeling himself break.

He looked up and he noticed that his eyes were filled with tears.

"What are you talking about?" Kurt said moving to sit next to him on the bed.

"I cant," he replied laying down on the bed curling in on himself. A sob rose in his throat.

He felt Kurt shift on the bed and then appear in front of him.

"Blaine, I need you to calm down and breathe," Kurt said softly. He started to panic, why did Kurt care about him so much? Why did he care so much about Kurt? More tears fell onto his cheeks.

"Kurt I dont know what to do," he said not feeling that he was fully in control of what he might say.

"I dont understand?" Kurt said quietly and he pushed himself into the sitting position before bringing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them tightly, thinking that it might hide him from what he was about to do.

"Im gay," he almost scoffed. He rested his head behind his arms hiding his face.

"Blaine… Im not going to judge you. You know that Im gay too," Kurt replied softly.

"But what the hell happened earlier? What was that?" He said though he was sure that he already knew what it was, maybe he hoped that Kurt might have a different explanation that made more sense.

"I dont know," Kurt replied quietly.

He let his legs go sitting up properly; he leaned forward grabbing Kurt by the shirt pulling him forward into a kiss. He didnt know why he did it; it felt as though an urge just too hard to handle.

Suddenly he was pushed backwards and he fell to the floor, his hand flew to his mouth. What had he just done? He liked Kurt, but that didnt mean that he would like him back.

"Shit," he said pushing himself quickly to his feet.

"Blaine wait," Kurt said but he ignored him, turning to grab his stuff.

"Im sorry," he said as more tears fell down his face. He rushed towards the bedroom door.

"Blaine wait!"

He heard Kurt running after him so he sped up.

"Im so stupid," he said as he half ran, half jumped down the stairs.

"Blaine, please just stop," Kurt said but he continued to ignore him. He reached the front door and sped out of it running down the driveway.

He turned left when he got to the road and kept running as fast as he could down the dark street, he wasnt quite sure where he was going.

When he got to the school he stopped at the gate, looking into it. He could go back into the forest.

He shook his head and started to run towards his house, he didnt care that he had been kicked out.

He didnt stop running until he got there, he stood outside of the garden gate and his heart broke further. All of his furniture from his room had been trashed and dumped in the garden, probably a message to him to stay away.

He sighed and sat down against the gate, why did everything hurt so bad?

Ten minutes must have passed before he pushed himself up onto his feet, he had managed to calm himself down somewhat and he began to jog back towards the school.

He stopped jogging at the gate and began to walk through it; he would just spend the night in the wood.

He walked towards the field but stopped when he heard a noise. He turned looking towards where he thought the noise had come from.

He stopped breathing, there was a body lying on the ground on the edge of the field. His heart beat increased; he could have sworn that it looked like…

He walked slowly towards it covering his mouth.

"Kurt?" He choke out.

He moved towards the figure and stopped when he knew that it was him.

"Kurt!" He said louder. Falling to his knees next to him, Kurts face was covered in blood and he wasnt sure if he was conscious or not.

He checked for a pulse, taking a breath of relief when he found one. "Kurt I promise youll be ok, Im so sorry," he said. This was all his fault and he didnt know what had happened but he would find out.

He pulled his phone out dialling 999. "Hello, I need an ambulance," he said through tears.