Blaine had to let his eyes leave the boys when Wes banged his gavel. Kurt leaving the room started commotion in the warbles meeting, why did he leave? What was going on? Was he crying? Never had Blaine actually felt hurt from someone in so long. It had been years since he felt that...that word...disappointment.

"Well I guess we should contact Hummel at a later date, now we really must choose songs for Sectionals." Wes started to say as they all started to talked about the next set list.

Blaine couldn't properly gather the information. He was only thinking about the boy that just changed his life. He hadn't even known the boy for ten minutes, and then again, he didn't really know him at all, did he? All that had happened was Kurt stole his damn seat in the beginning of practice and now for some odd reason; he couldn't get the boy out of his head.

He felt like there was something pulling him towards the boy who had just ran out of the door, and despite the protesting his mind was doing, his body got up and chased after him. Everyone trying to call his name but he couldn't care; he didn't think it mattered. His mind telling him to go back to the meeting he needed to stay there but his legs made him leave.

Walking down the long hallways trying to find this boy was hard. He didn't know what to do besides maybe call out his name, and even if he did that, he would get in shit with the teachers. Looking outside he saw that it was starting to rain; a thunderstorm if anything. He hoped Kurt wasn't out there. That was extremely odd. Wasn't he only supposed to hope that his friends were okay and not complete, seat stealing strangers?

Blaine bit his lip as he continued to walk. Trying to find him wasn't going to be exactly easy as the school was absolutely massive. Plus, he might have already left the grounds to drive home. Purely on impulse, he glanced outside again only for his eyes to widen in slight horror and disbelief. Kurt was standing outside in the pouring rain completely alone.

The clouds were extremely dark and it could have easily been something much worse than a storm going on outside the protective walls of the school. He didn't know though; he just knew it wasn't good.

Blaine's mind rushed as he felt the impulsive need to keep Kurt Hummel safe. Where was that even coming from and why was he kind of okay with it? He always assumed that feeling the need to keep anyone safe would be either non-existent or terrifying. What if Kurt got hurt though? He felt so sick inside just at the idea. He honestly thought he was going insane as he had only just met this guy and here were all of these feelings turning that around.

Once outside he was hit by a gush of wind blowing in his face and rain hitting him hard. He got closer and closer to Kurt before calling his name "Kurt!" he called out. "What the fuck are you doing out here?"

Kurt shuddered as he huddled farther back into the side of the building, trying to shelter himself from the fierce winds. He had tried going back to the dorm, but quickly realized there were too many boys there who would judge him or try to beat the living shit out of him for crying. He didn't even really know how he had ended up against the side of the building huddling in a corner to hide from the gusting storm. His legs had had a mind of their own.

He had been quiet, making sure to hold in every sob that he could so that no noise would escape past his bluing lips. He wanted to be alone right now. He was such a baby for running out of the practice like that. Why couldn't he just accept that some people were actually nice in the cruel world that he lived in? He supposed it was because all he knew was that people were never genuinely nice.

Kurt was now to the point of not even bothering to wipe his face as he was drenched down to the bone already. Coldness was seeping through every nook and cranny in his body like a serpent. His breathing was just gasps for breath that he could see because he was holding in every sharp sob that would surely choke him in the end. Maybe he could just suffocate here? That sounded a lot better than having to suffer any longer in a dark, cruel world.

Then, he heard a voice. He heard the voice of someone who could be cruel and beat the shit out of him, but was instead asking what he was doing out there. He looked up at Blaine in fear and crumbled to the ground. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He hissed out, angry at Blaine for following him and angry at himself for not accepting yet another act of kindness. God, what was wrong with him?

Blaine stumbled back in slight surprise. Why was Kurt so pissed at him for coming to see if he was okay? Wouldn't he actually appreciate someone doing something nice for him? Fine then; if Kurt didn't want someone checking up on him, he wouldn't bother. Without a word, Blaine Anderson strode off a quick pace leaving Kurt Hummel all alone to his sorrow.

Kurt had made his way back to his dorm room eventually. He felt like such an ass for what he had done to Blaine. All the boy was trying to do was be nice, but how did he know that was his true intention? If there was one thing Kurt knew better than anything else it was that people were never just "nice." There was always some sort of catch to everything.

Kurt had showered and put on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt before climbing into bed. He felt completely numb. Numb and alone in the world were the two feelings that he had known ever since the incident. They were familiar to him now but that didn't make them any worse whenever he was attacked by the destructive couple. They never came along either. They were always waiting for him; hand in hand around a corner that Kurt was sure to turn.

He let out a soft huff of a sigh and nuzzled his face into the soft pillow below his head. It smelled of home. His hair lay limp as he breathed in the scent of his father and step-mother. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to imagine what life was like before the attack though he barely even remembered it at all at this point.

He had never wanted to be one of those people who let his attack get to him, but it had happened just like it had happened to most people before him. He had let those feelings consume them never to be heard by anyone. Kurt was a bottler and bottling up his feelings ever since that day had been his bad habit. If everyone had only known the truth, maybe he wouldn't be in the stupid reform school.

Kurt's thoughts of longing for the truth to one day come out slowly faded away as his eyes fluttered closed in what was going to be a rather restless sleep. Maybe one day in the future though, that restlessness would turn into something more peaceful.