Kurt walked into school with more confidence than he thought he would have. Sure he may have missed placement for Nationals, but he was a Hummel. He walked straight into Sue's office and would not take no for an answer.

"Oh Porcelain we missed you yesterday," Sue said, "And by we, I don't mean me."

"Understandable," Kurt said, "I just wanted to make sure I wasn't counted out yesterday for our Nationals routine."

"Course not," Sue said walking around her office as she was checking something off her list, "But you were adjusted."

"Adjusted?" Kurt asked, "What does that mean?"

Sue didn't look up from her list yet, "I moved you down the ladder. Santana is going to be our co-captain with Quinn at Nationals."

"You can't do that," Kurt said pounding the table with his fist, "I have been co-captain all year long. I have one bad day and now I can't keep my spot?"

"Not my problem," Sue said and waved her hand, "Now leave. I need to call the senator about a duck and sledge hammer."

Kurt growled as he walked out of the office, he knew he shouldn't get so mad. But this was his cheer squad. And he was getting back his spot.

He walked straight up to Santana, "What in the world do you think you're doing?"

Santana turned around, "I don't know what you are talking about Lady Lips, but do please enlighten me as I know you are."

"You took my spot as co-captain," Kurt said to her.

"No I didn't," Santana waved her hand, "Coach Sylvester simply said Lopez you're our new co-captain. You were the one at home."

"I couldn't even stand up," Kurt said angrily, "How do you suppose I would have been at practice?"

"Doesn't matter now does it?" Santana said giving him an evil grin, "Now I'm off to go do my duties as a co-captain because I don't stay home like a little girl." She slammed her locker shut and walked off.

Kurt felt everything inside bubbling. He was so angry right now and he didn't want to talk to any of his friends. He just wanted to talk to Blaine. "What?" he asked himself out loud.

A girl standing by her locker looked over at him.

"What are you looking at?" he shot at her as he walked towards his first hour. He was going to get his spot on the Cheerios back and he was going to succeed by the end of the day.

Kurt couldn't handle it by his third period he had enough. He ran into the guy's locker room and fell down on one of the benches finally letting himself cry. He didn't know how long he was there, but he heard the classes start to come in.

Kurt wiped his eyes and quickly stood up. Some of the guys noticed him, but didn't say anything as they passed.

"Kurt?"

Kurt turned around and saw Blaine standing there. He was sweaty and wearing a tank top with some basketball shorts and carrying a pair of boxing gloves in his hands. He would never say it out loud, but at this moment, Blaine actually looked hot (not that he didn't look hot any other moments), but in this moment Kurt had to admit it.

"Are you alright?" Blaine asked him.

Kurt shuffled on his feet, "Fine. I just needed a break from all that."

"You weren't exactly happy looking English this morning," Blaine said to him, "I could tell you needed the break."

"Whatever," Kurt said willing himself to just stop crying, but for some reason having Blaine standing there Kurt just wanted to start crying in to his arms. "I'm fine."

"Sure you are," Blaine said giving a small smile, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Kurt said shaking his head.

Blaine sighed, "I have an idea. How about I shower off and then we can go not talk in my car."

Kurt stared at Blaine with wide eyes.

"No no," Blaine said quickly, "I meant talk, because you said you didn't want to talk. I was trying suave but it didn't sound right. If you want to talk we can." He was fumbling over his words a bit to much.

Kurt looked down at the floor, the tiles were dirty and grimy and all Kurt wanted to do was have someone to listen. "Okay."

"I'll just quickly shower and then we can go sit in my car for a bit," Blaine said to Kurt and he disappeared.

Kurt sat back down on the bench and waited for Blaine to come back. It was only about fifteen minutes later when he felt a hand on his shoulder and looking up to see Blaine.

"Come on," Blaine said quietly and they walked out of the locker room. Slipping out one of the side exits so no one would ask them questions, they made their way over to Blaine's car. Blaine opened the back door, "I thought we would have more room in the back."

Kurt gave a small nod and noticed Blaine was gesturing him inside. Climbing inside he noticed what Blaine meant. In his car he did have more room in the back.

Blaine followed him inside and shut the door behind him. "Just go ahead when you want too."

Kurt couldn't help it, he just started crying. He felt arms wrap around him and he soon felt Blaine's shirt soaking up his tears, he curled into the warmth. He cried until he felt he couldn't cry anymore.

"I'm sorry," Kurt sniffled.

Blaine reached forward and then Kurt saw a Kleenex in his hands. "Don't worry about it."

Kurt blew his nose into the Kleenex, "Thanks. Sorry about getting tears and snot all over you."

Blaine laughed, "It isn't so bad. I mean compared to that time I was on a roller coaster and that girl puked on me it isn't so bad."

Kurt smiled, "You don't have to do that you know."

"Do what?" Blaine asked him.

"Make me feel better," Kurt sighed, "I don't understand how you are so nice when I just end saying something stupid later."

"We all say something stupid at one point or other," Blaine said handing Kurt another tissue.

Kurt took the tissue, "God, I feel so stupid."

"Now will you tell me what happened?" Blaine asked him.

"Well yesterday since I was sick and didn't make it to placements for Nationals I was bumped down," Kurt sighed leaning back on the car seat, "Santana is now the co-captain with Quinn."

"Wow," Blaine said with wide eyes, "I'm sorry. That must feel like crap."

"No duh," Kurt said giving him a look.

Blaine laughed, "I'm just glad you didn't lose your signature bitchface."

"I can't lose that," Kurt said swiftly, "I'm the one who created it and it's the only thing I have left."

"Did you try and talk to your coach about it?" Blaine asked him.

Kurt nodded, "She told me some crap about how I wasn't there for the team. But I could barely stand up. How was I supposed to go?"

"It's interesting though isn't it," Blaine said thinking out loud.

"What is?" Kurt asked him.

"From what Rachel told me, you would have been at the practice with two broken legs, one broken arm, and a gash bleeding all over the ground," Blaine said.

"You're right there," Kurt sighed, "I don't know what happened, it's like one week all I care about is the Cheerios and then being...I don't know."

"Grown up?" Blaine offered.

Kurt looked over at Blaine startled at the words he had said. "What is that suppose to mean?"

"Just saying if you think about it," Blaine said trying to not sound like he was accusing Kurt of something, "Look how about this. I haven't heard you make one rude comment to people who are walking down the halls in awhile or called someone out for not being friends with you."

Kurt played with the extra tissue Blaine had handed him, "So," shrugging his shoulders.

"It's a good thing Kurt," Blaine smiled at him.

"Why is it that it's easy to talk to you," Kurt said with his hands waving around, "I mean I can hardly talk to my dad lately, but you for some reason. I can just tell you anything."

"Do you have to make it sound like it's a bad thing," Blaine said quietly.

"No," Kurt shook his head, "I'm sitting here and talking to Blaine Anderson about my problems. How does that make sense?"

"Your doing that rude thing you used to do," Blaine crossed his arms over his chest.

Kurt sighed, "So what if I am."

Blaine looked over at him, "Fine, maybe you should leave."

"I should," Kurt said and he opened the door. His voice was rising as he talked, "You know what you just have this way of getting inside my head and you won't leave. And then you go and be nice."

"Why are you yelling at me for being nice?" Blaine said following Kurt out the door, "I'm just trying to be your friend. Which you obviously don't need because you are Kurt Hummel."

"Exactly," Kurt said, "I don't get it."

"What happened to you!" Blaine yelled, "Rachel said you used to be nice and you were in the Glee club, but then you joined the Cheerios and it all disappeared."

"I quit because I had too," Kurt snapped back, "I wasn't going to be kicked around the rest of my life."

"You gave up," Blaine said pointing his finger at him, "You didn't even try."

Kurt groaned, "Right I'm the one who didn't try. I tried a hell of a lot. When that asshole started taking all his feelings out on me, I tried to ask for help but no one was there."

"What are you talking about?" Blaine asked him.

"Karofsky," Kurt yelled at him, "I confronted him once because he wouldn't leave me alone and he kissed me. And then he tried to kiss me again, so I pushed him back. Then he threatened my life. I quit Glee and put my entire self into the Cheerios because it's what I had to do. So don't make up some crap about how I didn't try. I survived Blaine. I did what I had to do to survive."

Blaine took a step back, "You didn't tell anyone?"

"How could I?" Kurt threw his arms in the air, "This is why I don't let people like you get to know me. I just can't stand the fact that you will look at me like that."

"What?" Blaine asked him, "That I care?"

"Whatever," Kurt said and he turned around walking back into the school. He didn't want to see Blaine's face anymore. He couldn't take seeing Blaine's face anymore.

Blaine punched the back of his car. He then realized how that was a bad idea and shook his hand waiting for the pain to go away. Leaning on his car, Blaine knew that getting through to Kurt was turning into one of the most difficult things he had ever tried.

Blaine didn't go home like he wanted too. He turned and walked into the building and straight to Glee. No one was in the room, so he practiced. He practiced until his voice was sore and he had to sing it to someone.

As Glee was starting, Mr. Schuester walked into the classroom following the students, "So I was thinking�"Blaine, is there something you needed?" he spotted his raised hand in the air.

"Yes," Blaine lowered his hand and nodded from his seat, "I wanted to sing."

"Really?" Mr. Schuester asked, "Go ahead."

"Not here," Blaine shook his head, "I want to sing it to someone and they aren't in here."

Everyone looked at him not sure who Blaine was talking about.

"When did you want to sing it?" Mr. Schuester asked him.

"Tomorrow during lunch," Blaine said, "And I asked because I need your help with the band and backing vocals."

"Course," Rachel nodded, "We'll help you," she walked over and took the seat beside him.

"Thanks," Blaine said giving her a small smile, "It means a lot."

"Well let's get this started then," Mr. Schuester smiled and clapped his hands together.

Blaine shifted on his feet. He knew what he was about to do was social suicide. Not only was he going to sing in front of the whole school, he was singing to one of the Cheerios. He swallowed and it felt like a golf ball was stuck in his throat.

Rachel's hand wrapped around his, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Blaine nodded, "Yeah, I think so."

"And are you sure about all of it?" Rachel asked.

"He needs to know that I understand," Blaine said in a calm voice, "I just want to try."

"Okay," Rachel said patting his arm, "We'll be right behind you."

"Thanks," Blaine said and gave Finn a smile.

Blaine went and stood at the doors of the cafeteria. The band began to walk into the room and some of the students were looking, but others were just ignoring the events. He couldn't believe he was doing this himself, but knew it was the only way. He couldn't think of anything else. Singing was an escape and his way to communicate.

Shaking his nerves out, Blaine walked into the room and gave the piano player a nod. He opened his mouth to begin to sing.

Let's all pack up and move this year

Slips the liars and disappear

Leave memories for auctioneers

And those just standing still

His voice was shaking, he knew it. But he was making his way over to the Cheerio's table. He had a path and staring straight.

They'll miss the taste of wanting you

Call out your name like I still do

But they haven't said a word that's true

And they only hold you down

Kurt heard the voice and didn't recognize it at first, but then Quinn was hitting his arm. He turned around and there was Blaine singing and walking, towards him.

And this heartbreak world

Of just imagine

With its tired talk of better days

And this heartbreak world

Where nothing matters

Come on lets make this dream that's barely half awake come true

Blaine stopped walking a few tables away and just sang straight in Kurt's direction. He saw Kurt's eyes widened, and he hoped something was getting through his stubborn head.

Let's move out of Los Angeles

Just drive until this summer gives

And forget the lies we use to live

'cause we're gone

And this heartbreak world

Of just imagine

With its tired talk of better days

And this heartbreak world

Where nothing matters

Come on lets make this dream that's barely half awake come true

The New Directions began singing along with him, backing him up when he needed.

Ohhhh ohh ohhhh, woaaa oohhhh

And this heartbreak world

Of just imagine

With it's tired talk of better days

And this heartbreak world

Where nothing matters

Come on lets make the dream that's barely half awake come true

Blaine finally started to walk towards the table once again. He stopped when he reached Kurt. Kurt didn't move, he just stared at Blaine.

And this heartbreak world

With tired talk

And this heartbreak world

Where nothing matters

Come on lets make this dream that's barely half awake

Come on lets make this dream that's barely half awake come true

Blaine stopped and let his arms fall to his side. He just stood there looking at Kurt wondering what he was going to do.

Kurt felt something inside. He had no clue what it is, if it was happy or sad or angry. He stood up pushing Blaine out of the way and ran out of the cafeteria.