Blaine woke slowly, his neck a little stiff, and reached a hand up to rub sleepily at his eyes.

"Good morning, sunshine," Kurt whispered, his hand still toying with Blaine's curls. "Feeling better?"

"Mmhmm," Blaine murmured, his eyes closing again.

Kurt's hand stopped moving for a moment. "We need to talk, Blaine."

Kurt felt Blaine tense as his eyes flew open, fear showing clearly in them. Kurt's hand started moving again, gently tugging on Blaine's hair.

"I love you," Kurt whispered, and Blaine relaxed, the fear fading from his eyes. "But we need to talk about why you've been so upset this week and what this 'last straw' you were yelling about is."

Blaine sighed and sat up, shifting away from Kurt and putting some distance between them.

He held out a hand, and Kurt placed his hand in Blaine's holding tightly and focusing his eyes on his boyfriend.

Blaine huffed out a breath, his eyes focused on their clasped hands. "I've been having...flashbacks...about what happened to me in high school."

"Do you mean the...incident after the dance? Or are there other...things that happened to you?" Kurt asked, biting his lip as he waited for Blaine to answer.

"You remember what happened on Tuesday? When Ross soaked our messenger bags?" Kurt nodded. "That would happen all the time at my old school. A teacher finally caught the kids and made the administration crack down after over a dozen textbooks got ruined."

Blaine paused before continuing. "The incident on Wednesday? With all that stuff in our lockers? Happened at least once a month."

He sighed heavily. "On Thursday, when my car got used as a chalkboard, I was reminded of when much....crueler things would be written on my car."

"Wait, they got your car, too?" Kurt asked. "Is that why you didn't come over after school?"

Blaine nodded. "And today...today was just the last straw. I freaked out when they tried to shove me into one of the janitors's closets." Blaine paused for a breath.

"At my old school, i was locked in a closet for the majority of one of the school days. It was attached to an unused classroom in a corner of the building. I was sure no one would find me."

Kurt was speechless with shock. And then Blaine's words really registered. "Wait, they locked you in a closet today, too?" he asked.

Blaine nodded. "They tried to, anyway. It didn't quite work." Kurt's expression clearly indicated he wanted the full story, but he continued: "And Thursday, did they draw...fairies on your car? With various insults?"

Blaine nodded again. Kurt reached forward, resting a hand on Blaine's cheek. "They've been bullying us in the exact same ways all week. I wish you would have told me sooner that this was bothering you so much.

"I wouldn't be too surprised if this was an organized effort to get us to fight with each other," Kurt continued, his tone musing. "They're not particularly smart, but banding together to break us apart would definitely be something they'd do."

Blaine's eyes widened. "We can't have that, though, can we?" said Kurt. Blaine shook his head, and Kurt leaned forward, his lips a breath away from Blaine's.

"Because if we break up, they've won. And if they make us angry at each other, they also win." He pressed his lips to Blaine's briefly before pulling away and placing his hands on his boyfriend's face.

"From now on, we tell each other everything," Kurt said. "Anything that happens that could possibly affect the other needs to be shared as soon as possible, so we don't end up having this argument again."

Blaine nodded. "Agreed," he whispered. "But old habits die hard so..." he paused, searching for words. "You are free to ask if anything has happened that you should know about, and I'll answer honestly. I'm not good about volunteering...personal information."

"I am well aware of this," Kurt smirked. "Thanks for mentioning it so I didn't have to bring it up!"

Blaine smacked his shoulder, and Kurt merely grinned in return.

They didn't speak for a few minutes.

"So…" Blaine began tentatively.

"So…?" Kurt returned, his expression teasing.

"Are we…okay?" Blaine asked.

Kurt's eyes softened as he lifted his hands to cradle Blaine's face.

"Absolutely," he reassured as he leaned forward. "Now…let's go up to my room, hmm? Everyone should be gone for at least another hour since they're not back yet."

Blaine leaped up, then bent down and scooped up Kurt in his arms.

"Hey!" Kurt protested, arms and legs flailing.

Blaine pecked his lips. "Quit squirming or I'll drop you!" he threatened.

Kurt stilled, a docile expression on his face.

Blaine grinned hugely and dashed up the stairs.