"Blaine? What are you doing here?"

Blaine looked up to find the older boy staring at him with a confused expression on his face. He knew he must look terrible. His cheek was swollen where his father had slapped him and he had his bag of stuff sitting next to him. And now that he thought about it, he couldn't even remember when he decided to go to Kurt's house; he had made the journey unconsciously.

He realized that Kurt was still waiting for an answer so he cleared his throat and stood up. He tried to avoid Kurt's gaze to hide his slapped cheek.

"Um… I'm sorry, I-I don't know why I ended up here… I just…" His voice was still a bit raspy and he was tripping on his words.

"Did you fight with your dad again?" Kurt interrupted as he eyed him carefully.

'Dammit! And just when I had thought to pick up a Thanksgiving dessert at Epsilon.' He thought as Blaine scratched the back of his head uncomfortably.

"Yeah, something like that…" Blaine attempted to laugh but it sounded more like a tired sigh. "This was probably a bad idea. I'll call Quinn… I-I… I'll go, I don't want to bother-"

"Stop," said Kurt as he drew closer to him. "You can stay here."

Kurt had planned to make a late visit to the club and get laid. He was in desperate need of sex. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to kick the kid out. Because something was wrong and Kurt could tell. After all, why else would Blaine be carrying a heavy looking bag and standing on the sidewalk leading to his building on Thanksgiving Day?

Blaine opened his mouth to insist on leaving but closed it again for he was too tired to pretend to care on whether he was being a bother or not. He grabbed his bag from the floor and followed Kurt inside the building.

When they entered the apartment, Kurt removed his coat and threw it in the couch next to him. Blaine just stood by the door, unsure of what to do. Kurt turned around and smiled at Blaine's uncertainty.

"Are you coming in or do you plan to stay there all night long?"

Blaine snapped out of whatever trance he was in and nodded as he made his way inside Kurt's apartment. He walked awkwardly to the couch where Kurt's coat had been thrown and set his bag down. Kurt made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He turned to look at the other boy, who was currently seating down on the sofa. As the light hit his face, Kurt noticed that Blaine's left cheek was red and a bit swollen. He frowned but pretended not to notice and returned his attention to the two bottles he was taking out as he casually asked.

"So, want to tell me why are you staying here tonight?" He closed the fridge and walked towards Blaine. He handed him one of the bottles and Blaine took it hesitantly.

"I don't really want to talk about it, if you don't mind." He opened the lid and took a sip from the bottle before placing it on the coffee table, his stare fixated on it.

"Okay, then."

Blaine was silent for the next few minutes and Kurt started getting uneasy; it wasn't like Blaine to be so quiet. Besides, he really wasn't good at the whole caring for other people's feelings. But he and Blaine had decided to be friends. And friends took care of each other, right?

He was getting exasperated. This was precisely why he hated relationships, romantic or otherwise. They were too complicated.

Suddenly, an idea hit him and he seated next to Blaine.

"Draw something for me," he said cheerfully.

Blaine turned to look at him, his eyes unreadable. Silently, he reached down and grabbed his sketchbook and pencils from the bag. When he started drawing, Kurt noticed that Blaine was tracing the lines more forcefully than usual. He frowned and eyed the boy as he continued working. The atmosphere was heavy with tension and the only sound that could be heard was the pencil hitting the paper.

Blaine suddenly ripped the paper off and crumpled it. Kurt jumped in surprise and just stared at the younger boy, who clutched the paper for a moment before throwing it away.

"What did you do that for?" Kurt asked him.

"It sucked," Blaine said as he set himself to begin a new one.

Kurt noticed how Blaine traced with even more force than before and just as he planned to speak up and ask Blaine what the matter was, he repeated his actions and threw the sketchbook aside.

"What the hell?" Kurt all but yelled as Blaine stood up and took a folder out of his bag. Kurt recognized it to be the one where he kept all his drawings.

"They suck! They all suck!" He opened the folder and began throwing the drawings around, "Look at them! And they all suck because I suck."

He sat back down, throwing the folder on the coffee table and covering his face with his hands. Kurt shifted closer to him.

"What's wrong?" he whispered.

"He doesn't want me," Blaine whispered back.

Kurt felt a pang on his chest.

"What are you talking about?" he said with a sharp tone. Who exactly was Blaine talking about?

"My dad. H-he…" Blaine let out a shaky sigh, "He found out that I-I… that I'm gay and he… He just kicked me out."

At the mention of Blaine's father, Kurt felt relieved. But that feeling soon faded when Blaine mentioned being kicked out. The boy hadn't even finished the sentence before tears started to fall from his face. He stood up again and began pacing in front of Kurt.

"He said that I wasn't his son anymore! He said he doesn't want me! He never wants to see me again!" His voice kept rising until he was practically yelling.

"He hit me! My own father… he… he fucking hit me!" He said as he pointed his slapped cheek.

Kurt couldn't find the right words to say. He opened and closed his mouth several times in an attempt to say something that would make Blaine stop, something that would comfort him. But nothing came out. He just sat there, watching Blaine slowly start to lose control.

"My own father doesn't want me! Because I'm disgusting! Because nothing I ever do is good enough! Everything I do is just fucking wrong!"

He reached down and grabbed some of the drawings that he had previously thrown to the floor.

"I can never please him…" He stared numbly at his work, "And I can never do anything right."

He tore one of the drawings in two and Kurt's eyes widened. He stood up and practically flew to Blaine's side.

"Blaine, stop! Don't do that! Listen to me! Hey!"

But Blaine kept tearing up the drawings, angry tears falling from his eyes. Kurt, in a desperate attempt to make him stop, hugged him tightly before he could tear the last drawing in his hand. Blaine just crumpled the paper with one hand as he snaked the other one behind Kurt, grasping his shirt. Had it been a different situation, Kurt would've freaked out about the wrinkles in his clothes but right now, he couldn't care less. Suddenly, Blaine's knees gave in and both of them fell to the floor. Kurt held him while Blaine cried his heart out, sobbing loudly and gasping for air.

They stayed that way for what seemed like a long time, with Blaine crying his heart out and Kurt simply holding him. He could feel Blaine's hot tears on his shoulder and tried to hug him even tighter. He stroke the boy's hair and murmured words of comfort in his ear. When Blaine's sobs subsided, but he was still crying quietly, Kurt pulled away to look into his eyes.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked quietly as Blaine wiped his tears away with the back of his hand.

He sniffed and shrugged. Kurt took his hands and made him let go of the drawing he was still clutching. He tried his best to straighten it, but the marks were visible.

"Don't say you can't do anything right. Don't say you're disgusting. You're anything but disgusting," he said as he looked up to the sad boy in front of him.

Blaine just looked at him with a devastated expression. Kurt hated seeing that look on his face.

"Never talk about yourself like that again, you hear me?" he whispered. Blaine nodded slowly.

"And never do this again," he raised the drawing to make Blaine look at it, "You are incredibly talented and I really like these. So if you tear them up again I'll get really pissed off, okay?"

Blaine smiled ever so slightly. Kurt sighed and put the drawing in the coffee table. He grabbed Blaine's arms and helped him get up.

"Now, why don't you take a shower? It may help you relax a bit."

Not uttering a word, Blaine nodded once again and made his way to Kurt's bathroom. Once he had gotten in and closed the door, Kurt sighed. He looked around and started picking up the pieces of paper scattered across his living room.

Burt was helping Carole clean up the kitchen after their Thanksgiving dinner. Finn and Rachel had just gone home and Kurt had left around midnight. They had had a wonderful time. Burt sighed happily as he placed the last dishes on the dishwasher. He was tired but he didn't mind. Staying up late to spend a lovely evening with his family was always worth it.

Once everything was cleaned up, the couple began making their way to the stairs to turn in for the day. Just as Burt was reaching the first step of the staircase, the phone rang. His wife turned to look at him and he just shrugged. Perhaps it was Finn and Rachel calling, to let him know they arrived home safely.

"Burt Hummel here!" He said when he picked up the phone.

"Dad?" Kurt's voice said from the other end.

"Kiddo! What's going on? Forgot something?"

"N-no. Listen, I need your help with something. It's about Blaine."

"Alright… What is it?" He said, completely taken aback.

Kurt then proceeded to let Burt know what had happened. Burt sat on the couch at some point, while his son told him the whole story. How he came home to find Blaine waiting for him. How he was behaving strangely and finally lost it. How his father had kicked him out for coming out. Absolutely everything.

"And I thought you could maybe talk some sense into the guy. Blaine was completely heartbroken."

Burt's heart suddenly felt swollen with pride and love for his son because it had been a while since he had done something nice or cared for someone else's pain. Finn had not been mistaken. Blaine really was Wonder Boy. Burt had completely fallen in love with the kid when he had joined them for dinner the day before and just to know that Kurt was affected by whatever happened to Blaine was such a nice, welcomed surprise.

But there were bigger matters at hand. He would have time to rejoice in the changes his son was having ever since meeting this boy. Right now, it was important to show some support to Blaine.

"Sure thing, kiddo. Man, I can't believe he'd do that to his own son! And on Thanksgiving Day! God, what a jerk!"

He shook his head disapprovingly and felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Carole with a concerned look on her face. He smiled reassuringly to her.

"My thoughts exactly."

"But how's Blaine doing now?"

He heard Kurt sigh, "I don't know. He cried his eyes out before and he's taking a shower now. I don't think he's doing too great."

"Well, you tell that kid that he's got us now, okay? And rest assure, I'll go talk to his parents tomorrow. But hey! I need the address first, you got it?"

"Oh my! I almost forgot!" Kurt laughed lightly, "Yeah, I have it. I had to go through the papers on his folder but I'm sure he won't mind. Got a pen?"

Burt took the pen he always carried out of the pocket of his shirt and scribbled Blaine's address on a napkin.

"Got it, kiddo."

"Thanks, Dad."

They hung up and Burt told Carole everything. She looked devastated and promised to call Kurt to see how Blaine was doing. Burt left the paper with Blaine's address next to his keys, so he wouldn't forget it in the morning.

'What kind of father would turn on his own child because of who he decides to love?' He thought as he hugged Carole and both made their way to their bedroom.

Kurt sighed and looked down at the piece of paper in his hand. As he had just told his dad on the phone, he had to go through Blaine's things in order to find his address. He didn't expect to find it, considering that Blaine had just packed some clothes and his drawing kit. But after he had picked up the boy's torn drawings and set himself to put them on the folder where he'd seen Blaine keeping them, he found an application form.

Curiosity had taken the best in him and he grabbed the paper. It was an application form to Parsons and it was filled almost completely. At least, it had what he'd hoped to find; Blaine's address.

After he had hung up with his dad, he rubbed his neck. He was exhausted. It was pretty late and it had been a rollercoaster of emotions in such a short time. He turned to look at the bathroom door that was still closed. The sound of the water could still be heard.

'So you want to go to New York,' He thought as he looked at the paper again before returning it to its place in Blaine's folder.

He chanced a look to the bathroom door once more and made his way to his bedroom.

His mind began to wander and he thought about his own days attending college in New York. He had his share of fun; that much was obvious. But then, his thoughts took a turn, sending him back to his high school years and more specifically, to his senior year.

Finding out Blaine's plans for college in New York had brought him memories. The kid reminded him of a younger version of himself. He reminded Kurt of a time where we also was carefree and happy and in love with life. Blaine was still young and na�ve, but he was also quite mature for his age, something Kurt wasn't when he was eighteen.

And watching the boy break down like that had also brought memories, but of a darker kind. Everything that went down on his last months of high school came flooding back and he was suddenly hit with the craziest idea. He felt an overwhelming urge to let it all out. To finally tell what really went on that day he stopped being the Kurt Hummel everyone knew and loved.

And the most insane part of it was that the person he wanted to tell everything to was Blaine.

Kurt didn't understand this sudden urge to reveal his darkest, most hidden secret to the younger boy. Maybe it was because Blaine had come to him after the fight with his dad and now he felt like had to come clean with Blaine. But strangely, it didn't quite feel like an obligation. He felt like he was losing his mind but he trulywanted Blaine to know.

He heard the shower being turned off and suddenly felt nervous. He sat down as he waited for Blaine to come out. The kid opened the door a few minutes later he stepped out, wrapped in Kurt's white bathrobe. They locked eyes and Kurt's stare softened at the sight of the other boy's eyes, all puffy and red. Still, the hazel orbs were beautiful to look at. Kurt smiled slightly and shifted in the bed until he was lying down.

"Come here," he whispered and Blaine obeyed, slowly climbing into the bed.

They were lying on the bed, Blaine's back pressed against Kurt's chest. His eyes were still shedding silent tears but he had calmed down for the most part. Kurt's hand was pressed against his chest, holding him tightly.

Kurt kept thinking about telling Blaine about his past. That urge to come clean that had hit him before was still present. When he finally decided he spoke up, his voice was so low it was almost a whisper.

"Blaine, are you awake?" The boy nodded wordlessly.

"Good, cause I've got something I want to tell you..." He took a deep breath. "... About me."

Blaine frowned and shifted around so he was facing Kurt. He looked at him curiously but didn't utter a word.

Kurt wiped his tears away and began stoking his hair. Blaine averted his gaze, since he couldn't stop crying. He still felt too sad and exhausted.

Kurt continued caressing his face, touching gently the cheek that had been slapped. Blaine flinched a bit and closed his eyes at the touch but opened them again and he focused his stare on Kurt's chest. He hated that Kurt had to see him like this, broken and deeply saddened. Blaine kept telling himself Kurt was only being this nice to comfort him. He knew that with Kurt, he could never be sure if his actions were affectionate or absentminded.

"I'm going to tell you what happened to make me like I am now. The reason I don't believe in love."

Blaine darted his eyes to meet Kurt's. His heart was pounding like crazy and his hazel eyes widened like plates as he stared at the boy lying next to him.

"What?"