I left Kurt's apartment not long after we'd had our little-yet confusing-fight. I knew I sort of exploded on him, but I honestly couldn't help myself. Every other word out of his mouth is bashing on himself. I could barely stand it. Kurt acts really tough and like nothing can hurt him, but during, and after, our tiny spat I saw something that I'd never expected to see in him before: vulnerability. He looked so scared and isolated. I could tell he had so much hidden away that he'd probably never told anyone. How I was supposed to get him to open up to me was the question that was weighing heavily on my heart.

It really can't be good to hide so much from everyone...

It was a little after ten thirty once I got back to my house. I hadn't realized it, but my phone had died when I was over at Kurt's. I'd been so distracted by, well, him and that stupid nightmare I had that I hadn't noticed. It's not like I meant to spend the night there, it just kind of, sort of, happened. Even if his bed was extremely uncomfortable, and I'd had the scariest nightmare I'd ever had in my life, sleeping in Kurt's arms was probably the best thing that's ever happened. He made me feel safe and warm, even if he had sort of blown up at me towards the end.

The nightmare was by far the most horrifying thing I'd ever experienced. I was sitting, alone, in a steel chair in the middle of a room that was completely empty. I was chained to the chair by what appeared to be normal chains, but they weren't. The chains were literally on fire, yet they weren't burning me. The flames seemed to have moved so fast that they didn't hurt my body. Even though the flames weren't physically hurting me, it was almost unbearably hot in the room. All of a sudden, about a dozen of these... things came into the room. They weren't people, or animals, or any other kind of thing I'd seen on this earth. They were all different from the other, each one seemed to be more horrifying than the other. Some had knifes, some had axes and some had weapons that I'd never even seen before in my life. They all surrounded me and started laughing at me, like I was a zoo animal. They taunted me, threw things at me, and before I knew it, they were actually attacking me.

The abuse lasted for a long time in my nightmare before someone walked in. He was extremely tall with long, black, hair that went down to his back. He yelled something at the creatures but it wasn't in any language I'd ever heard. I assumed that he told them to stop considering they all scattered to farther sides of the room. He walked over to me and smirked evilly. He grasped onto my hair and pulled my head back so hard that I thought my hair would start to come out. He laughed the absolute scariest laugh I'd ever heard in my life. He seemed to really be getting off on my pain and fear.

"Who-who are you? Wh-where am I?" I asked in a small, muffled, voice, but he pulled my head back even further. The grip he had on me, along with the pain from the creatures' attack, was so painful that I couldn't think.

"Shut up, dumbass!" he snap at me, pushing my chair all the way down so that I hit the floor. The impact of my head hitting the floor was so hard that I was sure I was bleeding, but something told me that blood was the least of my worries. "You don't need to know who I am, or where you are, because you'll be dead like the rest of your little friends in a matter of a few minutes."

"What?" I cried out. Tears, along with blood, were streaking down my face. I had no idea what was going on, or what was happening, all I knew was that I was horrified.

He laughed and bent down so he was facing me. "Poor little thing. Brittany, Santana, Kurt... They're all gone. All gone, just like you."

That's when I woke up. Kurt had managed to comfort me somehow, but I don't remember. I was so scared that I don't remember what he said, all I knew was that I felt safe in his arms. I wanted to stay there with him forever. He gave me this sense of extreme safety, like that as long as he was there no one would ever hurt me.

-0-

I knocked on the door at least ten times before someone finally came to the door. I knew she was home though, only because I could hear her and Brittany at the door bickering over whether or not they should let me in or not.

Brittany opened the door, but shut it right behind her as soon as she did. "Hi," she said awkwardly as she leaned against the door of her. "Can I help you?"

I sighed and shook my head. "Can I please come in?"

Brittany shook her head and bit her lip a little bit. "Santana told me to tell you that she wasn't here so she didn't have to see you. She also told me that you were being an asshole." Brittany sighed after a moment and ran her hand through her long, blonde, hair. "I messed that up, didn't I?"

"Only a little, Britt," I said with a comforting smile. "Look, can you please just let me in? It is your house."

Brittany was silent and still for a moment. I could tell she was deep in thought, which for Brittany took a little while sometime, but it never bothered me. It was kind of hard to hold anything against her when she was so sweet.

"Don't tell Santana though, okay?"

I smiled a little and just nodded. Brittany opened the door and grabbed my hand, leading me inside and over to the living room where Santana was leaning against the armchair of the couch. Her head snapped over to glare at me, and then to Brittany. Her glare was significantly softer when looking at Brittany, obviously, because the one she sent me made me sort of want to hide. I had to make this right with her, though. What Kurt had told me the other day, and that horrible dream, had kind of put things in perspective for me.

"Brittany, what is he doing here?"

"Santana, don't get pissed at Britt. I asked her to let me in because I needed to talk to you," I said before Brittany could say anything. "Britt, can you leave me and Santana alone for a moment?"

Brittany shrugged and pressed a kiss to Santana's head. "I need to go make sure Lord Tubington isn't reading my diary again." Brittany made her way up to her room, leaving Santana and I alone.

"You didn't have to ask Britt to leave, Blaine," she snapped at me. I thought for a moment that she was only seconds away from really going crazy on me, but she seemed more hurt than angry at me once I really got a change to look at her facial expressions and body language.

"I wanted to be alone." I sat down on the couch next to her and tried to smile at her, but she wouldn't even look at me. "Come on, San. You can't seriously still be pissed at me."

"I obviously am," she grumbled, starting to pick at her nail polish again. She always did that when she was uneasy or upset about something. I don't think anyone other than Brittany and I had noticed that.

I sighed and nodded a little. "I can see that... But come on. Why can't you just accept that I really like Kurt? I think he likes me too, you know. I spent the night at his house-"

"Did he fuck you?" she interjected, looking over at me with genuine interest in her eyes.

"Uh, no. He didn't. We just... we laid in his bed and talked, and held hands, and cuddled and-"

Santana rolled her eyes and cut me off. "That's the lamest thing I've ever heard. You should have just said he fucked you. It wouldn't been more interesting that way."

I nudged her in the side with my elbow and rolled my eyes. Well I wasn't going to lie to you. All I wanted to tell you was that he isn't a bad guy. He's actually really sweet, Santana. Will you please give him a chance?"

Santana sighed and pulled her thin legs up to her chest. "Do you really like him, Blaine?" she asked with a sincerity that I wasn't really used to her having. "Like... really, really li-"

"I love him, Santana," I cut her off. It just kind of came out without me really meaning to say it. It kind of scared me a little. I'd never been in love before. I mean, at first when I saw Kurt I thought it was love, but I think it was more of an intense attraction. Once I got to know him though, I knew it was love. It had to be love.

"Woah," she whispered. "Well, I guess I can understand love," she looked up the stairs in the direction Brittany had gone. "I guess I can't fault you for being in it too."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her. She squirmed, trying her best to get away from me but there was no way I was letting that happen. "So, are we okay?"

"Yes, as long as you get the fuck off of me!" she yelled, pushing and kicking at me so that I would stop hugging her.

Yeah. We were okay.

-0-

I didn't see Kurt again until Monday at school, but I didn't really worry that much about it. I'd texted him through the weekend a little bit. Nothing really significant, just normal, casual text messages. It was nice, actually, to be able to have an actual conversation with him. It was kind of sweet.

I was walking to first period, which was math, unluckily. I was sort of miserable, but I did say I was going to math, so that explains that. Math wasn't too bad, I guess. Then again, it was no history class. Ms. Adams was a really nice teacher, and a good one at that, but that doesn't mean I enjoy the class. The only person I could semi-stand in the class was Rachel Berry... and that's saying something. She was in glee with me and even though I'd never admit it, she was really good. I mean, really fucking talented. She claims to only have had a couple of voice lessons, but the way she sings makes it seem like she's had voice lessons for years and years and years.

I walked into my classroom and over to where Rachel and I sat every class. I was surprised she didn't say anything as I sat down she usually was so awake and perky, but today she seemed to be sort of sad.

"Hi," she said softly, not looking at me but looking down at her math notebook. There were litter hearts scattered across the paper the initials Q and R in them, but I had no idea who was "Q" was.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, but she just shrugged. My mouth almost hit the floor. The last time I asked her if she was okay she went on for almost twelve minutes about how her life was. "You seem sad. You wanna talk about it?"

"Look, I just had a bad weekend, okay?" she fired at me. I was thoroughly surprised at the hardness in her voice. She sighed and ran her fingers through one side of her long, brunette, hair. "Sorry. I-I just had some relationship issues." Shit, she was going to tell me about them now... She was challenging enough as a friend, I can't even imagine dating her... "My girlfriend and I kind of got into a huge fight about..." another sigh, but this one was longer and sadder, "stuff."

Woah. Okay. That's new.

You have a girlfriend?" I asked, trying not to sound all too surprised by her revelation. You'd think after all the shit she's constantly gabbing on about she'd maybe mention the fact that she's gay.

She looked at me with an expression that said 'duh' before nodding her head. "Yeah, I do."

"Oh... Well," fuck I can't believe I'm about to ask her this... "do you wanna talk about it?"

She shook her head and looked up to the teacher, who was writing some sort of equation on the white board. "I'm fine."

I shrugged and opened my notebook to the next empty page and started to copy the equation down. It seemed that everyone was being weird lately...

-0-

I both hated and loved he fact that I had history next class. I was excited to see Kurt again but... fuck, I hated that class more than anything in the world.

I was really anxious to see him. After all, the way we spent Friday night and some of Saturday together was sort of borderline-boyfriend activity. Even if Kurt doesn't think he'd make a good boyfriend, I think he'd be an amazing boyfriend. If he were my boyfriend, I'd probably be the happiest guy in the world.

I felt a smile cross my face as I walked into the classroom. Other than Kurt, the room was completely empty. I was relieved; I wanted to be alone with him again.

"Hey, Babe," he said as I walked closer to him. A few days ago I probably would have freaked out a little-or a lot-if he called me that, but now it was normal to me... ad to be honest, I really liked it.

"Hey, Kurt." I sat down next to him and felt myself blush as a thought came to my head. "I feel weird you're always calling me that but I don't have a nickname for you."

Kurt laughed a little and nodded his head thoughtfully. "Well, do you want to give me a nickname?" he asked, looking happy for once. He barely ever looked happy, except for when he was with me... It was so wonderful to see him like this, instead of miserable like normal.

I shrugged and scooted my chair a little closer to his. "I dunno." I started to pull out my notebook and turned my head over to look at him. "Don't storm out today, alright?" I can't get through this god-awful class without you."

Kurt rolled his eyes playfully and reached over to grab my hand. The way his fingers gently entwined with mine sent electricity throughout my entire body, again. Whenever he touched me I felt as if my body were on fire, but in a strangely good way.

"Fine, but you have to do me a favor first."

"Oh?" I asked teasingly. I started to run my finger gently across his hand, and for about a second I swore Kurt blushed. "And what would this favor be?"

"You have to hold my hand."

I smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze. "I think I can manage that."

We held hands under the desk for the rest of class. Kurt, again, didn't pay attention, but apparently he knew enough to help me on the book questions she made us do. It really surprised me how smart he was. I'm pretty sure if I were living under the same circumstances he was I'd be in a lot worse of a state than he was in.

The class seemed to go by much faster with him next to me and holding my hand. At the end of class, when we had free time, for once, Kurt put his chin down on my shoulder. He gave me this really adorable, pouty, face, which instantly made me laugh. "Can I help you?" I asked him.

He sighed dramatically and nodded. "I'm bored, and I don't want to go to my next class without you."

"Well, I have lunch next period," I offered.

His pout turned into a beautiful smile and he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Come and eat outside with me?"

"Where am I gonna get food out there?" I asked coyly. Kurt tolled his eyes and pressed his lips gently against my eat. I felt my entire body tingle; suddenly, I wasn't hungry at all. I just wanted to be with him. "I-I guess I can sk-skip lunch."

"Good boy," he whispered' it was by far the most sexual thing I'd ever head in my life.

Fuck, Kurt's gonna be the death of me...

"Faggots."

Our heads pulled apart from where they were pressed together. Kurt snapped away from me and looked to side where we heard the disgusting voice.

"Excuse me?" Kurt shot at the tall, muscular, football player to the side of us.

Grant-the said douchebag, football player-looked Kurt right in the eyes and I swear he growled. "I said, 'faggots'."

Kurt shot out of his seat, causing it to fall backwards as he did so. I knew instantly, if I didn't do something Kurt was going to beat the shit out of that douchebag.

Just as I suspected, Kurt was standing face to face with Grant. He grabbed him by the collar and nearly lifted him up. "You want to say that again?" he spat, literally spat, at him. "Or do you want to fucking apologize to Blaine before I beat the shit out of you"

You could see the fear in Grant's eyes. The whole class was staring at Kurt and the boy he had practically scared the shit out of already. Luckily for Kurt, Ms. Jensen was out of the room, but if this kept up I was sure she'd be back in soon.

"Kurt" I stood up and tried to calm him down, but I was pretty sure there was no point. "Please..."

Kurt couldn't-or chose not to-hear me when I yelled his name. I knew that Kurt was only about a moment away from beating the shit out of him. Sure, I'd love to see someone beat him up, he surely deserved it, but that doesn't mean I want Kurt to beat him up.

I took a deep breath and walked quickly towards Kurt. "Sweetie, please, stop," I whispered, loud enough for Kurt to hear but not loud enough for anyone else. I don't know what it was, but something was telling me that yelling wouldn't get through to Kurt. "Please, sweetie... Just stop."

Kurt was completely still for a few seconds before he reluctantly let go of Grant. "Insult him again, and I swear to god, I'll shove my foot so fart up your fat ass that you'll taste it in your stupid, ugly, fucking mouth."

After he finished his threat, he pushed Grant so hard he toppled onto the table. The impact of Grant hitting it was so great you could hear the table snapping under his weight. Grant, as he hit the table, almost his snotty cheerleader girlfriend, too. "Congrats on knocking her up, by the way."

In perfect unison with the end of Kurt's sentence, the bell rang. Kurt darted out of class before the rest of us could even tell what had happened. I grabbed my things and rushed out to follow him. H was practically running down the hall trying to get outside, but I wasn't letting him get away that easily.

"Kurt!" I screamed at him. He didn't turn to look at me, or stop and wait for me he just kept running. He ran even faster than Santana did.

I don't know how, but somehow I managed to catch up to him. I grabbed onto his wrist and, even though he pulled away, I dug my nails into his wrist. "I'm not letting you run away from me! Talk to me, Kurt!"

"What, Blaine? Talk about what!?" he snapped at me. His voice was so loud I was sure the whole school was able to hear him. "I blew up at a homophobic asshole! I should have beat the fucking crap out of him, but I didn't because for some damn reason you asked me not to! What else is there to-to talk about?" I could tell Kurt was on the verge of breaking down, but I knew for a fact that he wouldn't do that. I honestly don't think he's ever cried in his life...

I didn't know how to respond, at least not in public. I loosened my grip from his wrist and grasped for his hand. I was expecting him to stay put, or run in the opposite direction, but he let me pull him out to the bleachers.

By the time we were out there, Kurt had curled up into his little shell. He sat down on the bottom row and put his head in his hands. I sat next to him and put my hand on his knee. "Are you okay?" I asked him quietly, even though I don't know why I was whispering considering we were the only people outside, but it seemed appropriate.

Kurt stayed quiet for a while before looking over at me with wide, almost innocent, eyes. "I'm so sorry, Baby," he whispered. "I didn't meant to freak out like that in there, and definitely not at you. I just get really angry sometimes... especially when people hurt you."

"Kurt, I'm used to people insulting me. Really, I'm-"

"You shouldn't have to be!" Kurt yelled; he seemed so angry and hurt... it broke my heart. I just wanted to make him feel better for once, but I didn't know how. "You shouldn't have to take that shit from anyone."

I sighed and moved a little closer to him. I agreed with every word he was saying, but there really wasn't a lot I could do about it. I moved my arms so that they were wrapped around him. He stilled for a moment, like something had scared him or something. Honestly, I think it was because he wasn't used to being submissive to anyone. After a moment, he curled into my side a little and out his head on my shoulder.

"I'm okay, Kurt," I reassured him. He nodded his head silently as his answer. We were both quiet for a while. Kurt didn't seem to want to move away from my arms, but I didn't want him to either. It was comfortable to have him so close to me. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah," Kurt said softly, cuddling a little closer to my body. I could tell he was really comfortable being close to me. I could've gotten used to having him close, too. Something told me that he needed someone to be close to; someone who would be there for him, no matter what he was going through.

"Were you lying when you told Grant that Kayla was pregnant?" I asked. The way Kayla looked like after what Kurt had said, it made me think that maybe it was true.

Kurt bit his lip a little and moved away from me and sat up straight. "I-I-I, uh, I have like..." he went blank for a moment. There was so much he wasn't telling me... "I guess I have like, a sixth sense or something."

"That doesn't make any sense," I admitted. A lot of what Kurt said didn't make any sense to me. He was so confusing and I knew he was hiding so much from me... I just wished he'd share it with me.

Kurt shook his head and looked down. "Can we just drop this?"

I moved closer to him to Kurt and entwined our fingers again; I guess holding hands was kind of our thing now. Not that I was complaining, I loved holding Kurt's hand. "You can tell me whatever ou want, sweetie. You don't have to, but if you want to... you can." I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze but I could already tell he wasn't going to tell me anything. Not yet at least.

"I know." Kurt sighed and leaned over, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "I also know that the second I tell you, you'll never want to talk to me again." He bit down on his lip again and looked away from me. "And I can't accept that."