There was pain. Lots of it too. Not the 'ouch paper cut' kind but the 'holy shit I am going to die' type of pain. Kurt groaned; his eyes shut tight trying to regain his balance. The world spun too fast around him. He was confused. He was afraid to open his eyes. He was afraid to see where he was. Why can't I remember anything? He asked himself. Why does my head hurt so bad? Kurt's stomach felt queasy and the dizziness made him want to throw up. Turning his head only met with another groan and the feeling of throwing up more.

Light pressure was found under his chin. Whatever it was moved his head tilted up and then something cold touched on to his forehead above his left eye. Kurt hissed in pain and tried to open his eyes. At first the lighting was too bright but he slowly adjusted. He was met with these gorgeous brown orbs, then a structure face with curls loosely caressing the man's forehead. Kurt sucked in fast like air was going to disappear any second. Blaine. He jumped at Blaine's closeness.

"Oh my god, what…" Kurt tried to speak but the fast movements made his head throb and the world being to spin wicked fast again.

"Whoa, careful," Blaine whispered pushing Kurt back so he sat against the seat for more stability. "I think that you have a concussion." Kurt moved his hand to his forehead holding his temples trying to regain steadiness. His fingertips landing on something wet and sticky. He pulled his hand away quickly letting his squinted eyes have a look at them.

"Oh my god, is that blood?" Kurt questioned eyes widening at the red residue on his fingers. Before Blaine could do anything Kurt added, "Oh my god, is that my blood?! Am I bleeding? Why am I bleeding?!"

"Kurt! Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed to get the boys attention. "You need to calm the fuck down. I think you have a concussion!" Kurt stopped to look at Blaine noticing a red tinted napkin placed in his hand. He slightly tilted his head to the side with a confused look plastered on.

"What do you mean I have or might have a concussion?" Kurt questioned letting his mind run wildly.

"Jesus," Blaine muttered getting impatience with Kurt's confused state. "Can you just listen for like two minutes? Always need to get your words in." Kurt's eyes narrowed on him but he remained silent waiting for Blaine to proceed. "Thank you. Now, you flipping out every two seconds is not going to help the pending situation."

"What pending situation? Are you pregnant? Am I pregnant?" Kurt asked. "Wait… what?" Blaine looked at him confused.

"You defiantly have a concussion," Blaine muttered to himself. "Kurt, listen to me and please do not interrupt. We are still in a car. We got into a car crash. And before you go and open a door. Don't. I don't remember any building around when we were driving and we are practically snowed in on all sides. Then again if we were to go outside there is the possibility of getting lost since neither of us are familiar with the area which will then lead us to freezing to death."

Kurt laughed, "We didn't get into a car accident. I'm a safe driver. I would never get into one of those."

"Jesus, Kurt! Look around you! We are in the backseat of the fucking car! Do you see the front how it askew! I even pulled you back here because I knew, like you did, you flipped out when you woke and the small space could have been dangerous. The car won't turn the fuck on. There is frost covering the windows. You can see your breath in the air! You were unconscious for three hours! Oh, and let's not forget the fact that you were bleeding from your fucking head." Blaine was fuming, why can't he just accept the fact that this happened?!

Kurt looked around the car. They were in the backseat. The front of the car was a bit lopsided and the windshield had a crack running down horizontally from the left corner. This wasn't possible.

"But how?" Kurt questioned. Blaine let out a sigh calmer now.

"There a car coming toward us. They were all over the road. You tired your best to get out of the way, but the other car was coming way too fast and hit us. I'm not sure what happened to the other car but we are okay. You have a slight concussion and I have tiny bruising." Blaine said cautiously.

"Stop acting like I'm going to freak out," Kurt complained.

"Why, you did it before? I don't want to hit a nerve and cause it to happen again," Blaine said nonchalantly.

"I'm not easily broken! You are not going to hurt my feelings," Kurt argued. That's not what Rachel says, Blaine shook the thought from his mind.

"I just don't need you flipping the fuck out while we are in this tiny ass space! With your luck you'll hit your head again and make the situation worse."

"You're not a fucking doctor, how do you know that this is a concussion?!" Kurt changed the topic trying not to get more annoyed.

"Because I have had my fair share of them. I know the symptoms and what it looks like," Blaine told Kurt. Kurt matched Blaine's glare but didn't have anything to say back to that. "Let me guess…" Blaine said politely for the first time since they met. "You feel dizzy, like the car is spinning fast and you can't seem to do anything about it. Your head is pounding, not like a headache, worse. You feel so nauseous that you could vomit about five times and still have the feeling. You asked me if either us were pregnant. And I know you don't remember the accident."

Kurt couldn't deny Blaine's words. That is exactly how he is feeling and it is the worse feeling in the word.

"You have all of those, don't you?" Blaine questioned moving into Kurt's personal space. He already knew the answer was yes, but he wanted that feeling of being right. Kurt opened his mouth to respond, but quickly shut it. He didn't want Blaine being right. Blaine has won every argument since Kurt woke up. Kurt breathed in deep, his head was spinning again. This was just all too much.

"I-uh," Kurt stammered over his words. This was just all too much. Rachel is lost out in this- this snow pouring from the open sky. Hopefully, she made it somewhere safe. She has to be okay. There is no way she couldn't. Then, the fact that I crashed the car, was now injured and reliable for another person. And worse of all I am stuck stranded in a car with Blaine. The boy I promised to stay away from and here I am. Closer than I ever wished I would have to be. And I am half delusional. Kurt slowly blinked his eyes. He hated that he couldn't stop being dizzy. "I am so dizzy…"

Blaine suppressed a smirk. He placed a hand gently on Kurt's back and pushed him forward.

"Place you head in between your knees and hold it there until the world stops spinning," Blaine offered. Kurt followed his directions. Slowly moving in that position he closed his eyes tightly. He kept his mind on one goal, to gain control of the spinning world. "Keep your breathing steading, in through the nose then out through the mouth. I don't think you passing out would be the best thing. It is not listed in the treatments." Blaine commented. Rachel would probably kill me if I damaged this boy. Blame me for everything and THEN kill me.

Kurt was confused. This boy goes from wanting to get into my pants, to arguing with me like I am the worst person in the world, then to actually making it look like he cares. I wouldn't be surprised if he is going to try to get into my pants now. Again.

Kurt stayed with his head between his legs for a bit listening to the soft breaths of the man sitting next to him. Blaine let out a deep thought filled sigh.

"I hope that Rachel is okay," he muttered. Kurt scoffed shooting up to look at Blaine, his eyes narrowing at him. Kurt felt the car spin quickly around him but he fought through it.

"Why? Why do you care? You don't care about anyone. You treat everything and anyone like shit," Kurt spat at him. It was true. Blaine respect much.

Blaine's eyes met his darkening, "She's my sister!"

"So what?!" Kurt said incredulously. Was he serious?

"So I care about her! She's my sister! My only family I have left."

"Then why do you treat her like shit?! That doesn't make any sense. You treat her like she's nothing. If you actually cared about her you wouldn't be doing what you are doing! People who care about others don't hurt them and that is exactly what you are doing! Hurting her. Hurting Jeffery and Nathan. Hurting everyone!" Kurt stated.

Blaine looked away, "You don't understand! You don't know anything about me, about my life."

"Oh yeah, well I might not know anything about you, but I know a lot about Rachel. So for whatever reason why you have that stick stuck up your ass, it better be a fucking good one because she has enough crap to deal with. She doesn't need your bullshit too."

"I'm just trying to make her notice," Blaine's mouth spoke before he could stop. His eyes widened in horror like he just told his deepest secret.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Notice what? The huge asshole that you are?" Blaine didn't argue. The question didn't faze him at all. Blaine's mind raced. He didn't want to talk about this. Why did his mouth betray him? What does this boy mean to him? The biggest question would be; would anything change if he said anything?

Kurt raised his eyebrow in curiosity, "You didn't. . ."

"Notice me…" Blaine interrupted. Kurt closed his mouth and waited for Blaine to continue. It seemed like this was something that Blaine needed to say. But could he trust Kurt to open up? They say that you feel better when you talk about things that are hurting you. But did Blaine want to be better, feel better? Did he want, Kurt, of all people, to know that he is hurting?

Rachel knew now. Rachel still didn't understand. Rachel still doesn't see, Blaine breathed out a shaky breath. Will Kurt. . .

"She needs to see. She needs to notice. But she doesn't. She's too blind. She doesn't see me and she never has," Blaine now averted his eyes to the head rest of the passenger seat and cautiously wrapped his arms around his torso. Kurt waited, again, eyes fixed on the structured profile of the boy across the car. He thought that he had figured him out. He thought that he had, but this boy sitting in front of him wasn't the boy that had pushed him against the locker to cop a feel or the guy he kicked in the balls. This was someone different. This – Blaine has a past. Whatever it may be. . . Whether Kurt was to find out or not… this was a different person and Kurt wasn't sure what to think of him.Was this the real Blaine or a hoax?

Time was passing slowly. Either that or it just felt that way. Blaine hadn't said anything since his last words. He seemed to be completely lost within his own mind. The car was cold. The temperature seemed to drop dramatically with every second passing. Kurt was freezing even with the winter coat that he had on. He cursed to himself about there not being an emergency blanket in the car. And there was no way that he was going to snuggle up to Blaine for some extra heat.

Where was the police?

There had to be someone out there looking for them. There was no way Kurt could believe that Nathan and Jeffery didn't send out a search and rescue team. There was two children out stuck in broke down car in the freezing cold with no way of communicating with the outside world. Not to mention one of the boys was a liability, who has a family at home that would murder them if their boy didn't return alive. They were probably worried sick, if they knew.

Hopefully it was just Kurt and Blaine missing and Rachel had made it to safety. Kurt and Blaine could only hope. It is probably best for a parent to know that one of the children is okay, instead of having to fear for all of them.

"The worst part," Blaine's voice in the silent car made the other boy jump. Kurt breathed in slowly afraid that any sudden movement would cause Blaine to close back up. Kurt didn't know why he was giving Blaine the time of day after the way Blaine treats everyone the way he does.

"The worst part is that no matter how long or how hard I have tried, she still hasn't noticed. I mean at first I didn't want to talk. She was the one that was clueless, why did I have to explain? She gave up asking. I guess you could say it was all my fault. But no. because everything I did was a cry for help." Blaine swallowed hard. "Almost like a call that no one ever got. A call that no one decided answered."

Blaine let out a chuckle as if there was some personal joke that only he knew.

"I remember the first day of middle school. Ha. Worst day of my life, actually worst three years of my life. Rachel told me to be myself and that everyone would love me. I had nothing to worry about. I went as myself. Lot of good shit that did. I was beat up. On the first fucking day. Apparently my bowtie was too gay for them." Kurt gasped silently at Blaine's story. There was that mention of bowties again. He couldn't see Blaine dressed like that. Come on,Blaine, seriously?

"Fucking kids. I hate them," Blaine huffed. "Do you think that that Rachel noticed? Nope. She was too busy distracting the only fucking teacher that was monitoring the hallway. Everyone at school the next day were laughing about how I got beat up. Did Rachel know? No, somehow she didn't hear." Blaine was getting angry now and he knew that he needed to stop. Kurt didn't need to know this shit about him. What difference would it make? But for some reason he couldn't. He just couldn't stop.

"Blaine Berry. Do you know what it is like to have Berry as a last name and a first name like mine? No. Do you know what it's like to surrounded by fucking douchebags who get a fucking blast at playing with your name? Besides the normal slurs at my sexuality, fag, faggot," Blaine spoke with venom in his words. It didn't scare Kurt. He understood, well as much as he could. "We were in the sixth grade! I didn't even know what half of the slurs meant how could they?! Besides those, I got called Blueberry, fruitcake, you name anything that involved berries I was called it. Like don't children have something fucking better to do than sit there and call me stupid ass names like, Jesus Christ come on.

"Rachel didn't notice, of course. She thought that names Blueberry and such were cute and that they were just nicknames that my friends gave me. She didn't believe me when I told her they weren't my friends. She didn't listen; she was too busy practicing her fucking show choir solo in front of her damn mirror." Blaine signed taking a break. Kurt just watched the different emotions fly across Blaine's face. Kurt's nerves began acting up. This close proximity while Blaine was this way was a bit nerve-racking.

"Then," Blaine began once again; His voice was calm but had a sludge sound hidden behind the calmness. Kurt couldn't believe Blaine was telling him this much about him. "The beating began to accumulate rapidly. Every day. Slapping me around, knocking the book out of my hands. Name calling. I couldn't take it anymore Berry wasn't going to cut it. I never liked it anyway. I felt like I lost part of myself with the name change. Like they wanted us to forget who we were and become theirs completely. No questions asked. I may have been young at the time, but it still felt the same. Of course Rachel loved the name change. She took it as a role in a play or like she was casted in the next big hit movie or some stupid shit. My name is Anderson. Always has been and always will be. Nothing will ever change that." Blaine paused trying to cover his shaky breathing. He looked up to meet Kurt's eyes. Kurt's breathing stop. They emotion found in those brown orbs it was intoxicating.

"One day," Blaine's voice was just above a whisper. "You just lose it all. You just can't take it anymore." Kurt's brow furrowed. He wasn't sure if Blaine was talking to him or…

"Everything will come out at once. Everything. Any emotion that you shoved back down your throat. Any slur or hateful words that you stored in to the back of your mind. You become overwhelmed. It feels as if you want to burst at the seams and this final wave comes over you and you drown. I-I-I beat up this kid. . ." Blaine broke eye contact looking away. "He was picking on me for about all of the school year. School had a couple more weeks left, but I couldn't take him anymore. So I punched him in the face. He wasn't expecting it. It felt so good, felt right. So I hit him again and again. That bastard deserved it. Everything that I gave him."

Kurt remained quiet breathing evenly. He drank everything that Blaine was saying. His eyes were locked tight on Blaine. Blaine was looking down at his hands that were placed in his lap with a small frown on his smooth lips. Kurt watched as a small grimaced appeared as the boy flexed his fingers.

"Rachel was oblivious. My own sister didn't know. . . And then she would ask me questions. What's wrong Blaine? Why did you do it? Like are you serious, you don't know Rachel? She can be so damn stupid. One day," Blaine's voice was quiet. "One day, I hope that she will think back and remember the things that she missed. That she will. . . I don't know." Blaine shifted uncomfortably.

"I-," Kurt looked away from Blaine. He wasn't sure if he should say anything. He didn't know what to say exactly. But he needed to know one thing. "Why are you telling me this?"

Blaine looked up at Kurt with an almost hurt expression, "I don't fucking know." He turned his head. "I don't know why I do anything anymore." Blaine muttered to himself and sulked farther in to the car seat wrapping his arms tighter around himself.