Summer in Ohio had never been Kurt's favor- wait, favourite thing. It was not that it was cold and all the other usual complaints, but there was no one there. Kurt spent most of his summer days inside, playing with his toys by himself.

Now, he had friends. He had had them for three years now.

“My dad has to work today, so… wanna hang out?” Kurt asked, “I mean, Quinn, Mercedes and Mike said yes. And they asked Santana, Brittany, Rachel, Artie and Tina too. Artie and Brittz said no, though.”

“H-Hang on,” he heard Blaine on the other side of the Muggle phone line, “I'm- uh. How do you turn this off again?” The Muggleborns learned the purebloods how to use Muggle phones in one of the last weeks before summer. It was hard for most of them, but they were pretty good at it now.

“Turn what off?” Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Uh, my family can hear you now, right mom?” “Yup!” a woman said in the background. “Not that I have something to hide, but I-” “Click on the button left under,” Kurt told him.

“Oh, eh, yes!” Kurt loved it when Blaine sounded like an excited puppy, “But you were saying?”

“Hanging out, with the others, Lima mall?” Kurt suggested.

“Kurt, I live in Westerville!”

“Blaine, I don't care!”

It felt silent and Kurt started playing with the fabulous black tie he was wearing.

“Okay,” Blaine finally said, “See you in two hours.”

Two hours later, Blaine entered the Lima Bean. Quinn was the first to notice. “Yoohoo, Blainey, here-o!” she waved enthusiastically and a few people stared at her. Santana hushed her. “Muggles don't do that here, Q,” she hissed to her.

Blaine, looking good in his ‘normal' clothes, smiled brightly. He quickly ordered a coffee – another thing the Muggleborns taught the purebloods – and joined the others.

“Hey guys, how is it going? Also, Muggle currency, man. Look at this paper thing-y.” He waved with his five dollar bill.

“Did you seriously travel two hours to Lima for us?” Mike sounded impressed. Blaine shrugged and put some sugar in his coffee. “Well, Kurt asked me. So why not?” he said, still concentrated on his coffee, “Wait, do I have to put this creamer thing in it too?”

Rachel took over and Blaine's eyes were fixed on her.

Quinn thought it was the perfect opportunity to smirk to Kurt. What? he mouthed back and Quinn's smirk grew even wider. Your boy, she mouthed and smirked again. He's not my-

“Kurt, what are you doing?” Tina asked him. Damn Tina.

“Telling Quinn she looks absolutely beautiful,” Kurt winked to Quinn. She rolled her eyes.

“Maybe we should take our coffee to the park,” Santana suggested, “All these Muggles are staring daggers to Quinn and Blaine.” Mercedes hummed in agreement.

They quickly left the Lima Bean and made their way to the park. Kurt was on front. He didn't notice the others stopping because Quinn saw a bicycle. (“Oh my god, guys, is that a real bike?”). He kept on walking until-

SPLASH

Suddenly, everything felt cold. Kurt licked his lips and realized that whatever was thrown at him tasted like raspberries.

The realization sunk in and the syrup dripped off his face.

“Well, look who's here?” an unfamiliar voice laughed, “If it isn't our little Kurtina.”

He heard more laughter and more unfamiliar voices.

“What the hell,” is the only thing Kurt said and the boys around him laughed even harder. “Look at this. Even his girly voice hasn't changed,” the first guy laughed, “Damn, Amizio, can you believe it.”

And then Kurt knew. Karofsky, Amizio and other boys from his old school were in front of him. Of course their voices had changed. They were around fourteen – fifteen now. The last time Kurt saw them they were eleven or twelve.

Then he heard some familiar voices. “Kurt, Kurt!” he heard Rachel sprinting to him. Other footsteps approached him.

Kurt could finally open one eye.

“I'm fine, Rach, don't worry,” Kurt tried to push his friends away. They didn't have to be here now. “No, Kurt, let me try to-” Kurt pushed her hands away. “Rach, it's-” “Don't be stupid, Kurt, you don't look fine at all,” Quinn said.

Mike turned to the boys. “What the fuck,” he yelled, “Why did you have to do that?”

“Ooooooh, I am so scared. An Asian is attacking me,” Karofsky teased, “What are you going to do? Do I have to make my maths homework myself?”

Tina opened her mouth to protests, but Mercedes stopped her. “He's not worth it,” she told her.

“Math?” Blaine whispered and Mike said: “Let's just say it's Arithmancy.”

"Z, can you believe it? Our little Kurtina has actual friends. Friends, Z, friends and not just some imaginations in his fucked up head." Amizio whistled.

“Can't you just leave me alone?” Kurt asked the boys as politely as possible. He had to keep his cool.

“Why? Afraid? Is that why you left us?” Karofsky sneered, “Everyone wonders where you are. Your dad told us you went to an expensive private boarding school. But who is he kidding. Everyone in town knows he can't afford it.”

Kurt had enough. He turned around. “Let's go, guys. I have to clean up.” He started walking away.

“Wait, we're not done yet, Kurtina!” Karofsky pretended he's pleading, “We have so much to talk about. We need to catch up about your pathetic loner life.” Kurt chose to ignore him and continued walking. His friends had no other choice so they followed him. They exchanged some worried glares.

“Sure, run away like you always do, you coward!” Karofsky shouted after him, “And you can run as much as you want, but this is what you are and what you always will be.”

“Just continue walking, guys,” Kurt told his friends with his head hanging.

“A big, pathetic, faggy coward!”

Blaine snapped his head around. “Oh, you shouldn't have done that,” he groaned and turned around. He ran back to the boys.

“Blaine, no!” Quinn followed him. 

But Blaine had already pulled his wand out of his sleeve and he was pointing the top of it to Karofsky's chest.

Karofsky stared down, studied the wand and started laughing like an crazy idiot. But well, he was a crazy idiot.

“Blaine, no,” Quinn whispered when she slowly got a hold of his wand. 

She lowered it. Blaine still looked furious and he looked like he was determined to kill. Quinn grabbed him by his head and pushed it against hers. “Blaine, no. Like ‘Cedes said, he's not worth it. The Ministry will blame you for using magic outside Hogwarts,” she whispered softly, “Please, don't.”

She broke his wand out of his grip and they parted. Blaine eyed down and nodded, biting his under lip. “Okay,” he said. Quinn sighed with relief.

But when Quinn started walking to the others, Blaine turned around and threw a fit. He hit Karofsky right in his face.

Karofsky groaned in agony.

Quinn stopped walking and the other friends all froze. Karofsky hid his nose with his left hand. Blaine saw a little bit of blood.

“You fucking brat!” Karofsky spew.

Kurt had seen it all from behind. Did Blaine really just did that for him?

He started walking to his friend, but before he could even reach him, Blaine shrank, looked around and ran away.

The wrong way.

“Blaine!” Kurt yelled, but it was no use. Blaine had disappeared. Kurt sighed. “You guys go to my house. I'll go after him,” he said to his friends, who were still frozen, “We'll meet each other there, okay?”

He didn't wait for an answer and ran after Blaine, leaving his friends behind.

“Wait,” Rachel peeped, “Does anybody know where he lives? Because I don't.” Everyone shook their heads.

“Uh oh,” Quinn said.

So, when Kurt and Blaine arrived at Kurt's house a few minutes later, no one was there. Kurt just shrugged and opened the door, motioning to Blaine to go in.

He did and they both awkwardly shuffled to Kurt's room. “God, I need to change, if you don't mind,” Kurt rushed to the bathroom and cleaned his face. His new blouse was totally ruined. He quickly unbuttoned it and re-entered his room. Blaine was sitting in Kurt old chair, waiting.

Kurt quickly changed outfits, in front of Blaine. WHY DID HE DO THAT?

He hoped he didn't overstep his boundaries. He was so focused on not trying to feel bad about it and backing away, he didn't notice Blaine staring and quietly gulping.

Kurt changed in the one thing he loved the most. He almost grew out of it, so he didn't wear it anymore. In fact, he left it here last Christmas. But wearing his old Little Mermaid sweater felt comforting.

“Done,” he said and walks over to Eric's cage. He opened it and Eric got out. “Let's go downstairs,” he suggested and Blaine nodded. Kurt whistled and Eric followed him downstairs.

Blaine looked nervous.

“Kurt, I-” “None of that now,” Kurt interrupted him, “Let's just- uh.” He turned on the DVD player and the Little Mermaid started rolling. He filled a tray with several Muggle snacks and he told Blaine to sit down. They watched in silence, but Kurt could feel that Blaine was tensed up.

They were almost at the end of the movie when the bell rang.

“I'll get it,” Kurt stood up, “Must be the others. Finally.”

He smiled when he saw his friends standing on the other side of the door. He opened the door and his smile faded.

Mercedes and Mike were holding an exploding Santana down and Quinn and Rachel pushed Kurt inside the living room. There, Quinn got hold of his arm and Rachel of Blaine's.

Rachel ungracefully slurred Blaine of the couch and Quinn pushed Kurt on it. The others followed them inside, Santana finally calm, and they all formed a circle around the couch.

They all stared down dagger at Kurt. It made him quite nervous.

“So, who's gonna break him first,” Quinn said to Santana, “Me or you?” “Your choice, Q, your choice,” Santana replied, her eyes still on Kurt.

In the background Kurt saw Mike filling Blaine in. Blaine's eyes looked determined to Kurt and he nodded.

He also joined the circle and exploded. “What the fuck, Kurt!” he yelled and Kurt swore to the God he didn't believe in, he had never seen him look so angry. He had also never heard him curse.

“Apparently, it's gonna be our lil Bow-Tie-Suspender-Pants,” Santana said, crossing her arms.

“Wait,” Kurt held up his hands defensively, “You're blaming me for what happened, or what?” “Of course not, Kurt. But I think we'd all like to know why those guys, whoever they were, did that,” Blaine said firmly, “And who were they, yeah?”

Kurt looked away.

Blaine slammed his fist on the table next to the couch and it even startled Santana. All the others watched the two boys in silence.

“Merlin's Beard, Kurt. Can't you see we were fucking worried about you?”

Kurt stood up. “Calm down, psycho!” he yelled.

Blaine looked away and quirked his triangles, nodding. “Okay. Okay,” he said slowly, rubbing his chin, “I will then. Girls,” he turned to Quinn and Santana, “break him.”

Santana understood that pretty well. She yelled at him in rapid-fire Spanish.

Luckily, the phone rang.

“Sorry, ladies, I have to take that one.” He quickly ran to the phone and picked it up. “No, she's dead this is her son,” he said and ignored the confused looks on his friends' faces.

“H-Huh-llo,” he heard a woman.

“Hello,” Kurt answered, “This is Kurt.”

“Kurt? Oh, yes! Kurt!” the woman sounded relieved, “I- uh. What do I do now? DEVON!” she started yelling, “HOW DO YOU USE MUGGLE PHONES?”

He heard a man yelling something back.

“Oh, eh. This is – eh. DEVON! WHAT DO MUGGLES SAY ON THE PHONE?” “Your name, darling!” the man's voice was clearer now.

“Celia Anderson,” the woman said and then, “DEVON! I DID IT. WHAT DO I DO NOW?” “Talk, darling,” the man replied.

“Wait, Mrs. Anderson?” Kurt asked, “Blaine's mother?”

Blaine looked up, confused.

“DEVON! HE KNOWS WHO I AM WHAT DO I SAY NOW?” “Ask him where Blaine is, darling,” the man answered and Kurt tried to supress a chuckle.

“Blaine is here, Mrs. Anderson,” Kurt answered and Blaine slowly made his way to the phone.

“DEVON! HE KNOWS WHERE BLAINE IS. WHAT DO I DO NOW?” “Ask him for Blaine, darling,” the man answered. “Wait, Mrs. Anderson?” Kurt interjected, “He's standing next to me, hang on.” He pushed the phone in Blaine's hand. “Ma?” he asked.

A few minutes later, he got off the phone. “Looks like I have to go,” he said, staring down at the phone, “I can't believe she just called me.”

He looked up, suddenly remembering where he was.

“Kurt, I have to go home, but this isn't over yet.” Of fucking course.

He sprinted away and that was that.

Well, that's what Kurt thought.

Santana continued yelling in rapid-fire Spanish.

“Okay, guys, good,” Kurt finally gave up, “I will tell you everything, but please, not now. Blaine has to be there.”

“Yes and he just left!” Rachel pointed to the door.

“Next time will do,” Kurt said smugly, “But now, let me introduce you to some awesome Disney movies. Ever heard of High School Musical?”

Few days later, he arrived in Westerville with Quinn, Mercedes, Santana and Mike. Rachel wasn't allowed to go because her daddies wanted to go out shopping with her and Tina simply couldn't make it.

Blaine had asked them to come over to talk.

It wasn't the first time for Kurt to go to a wizarding house. He went to Quinn's several times and even Puck's. Puck's. It was totally awesome, though.

But Blaine's was different.  

It wasn't just a house, it was a freaking mansion.

“Wow,” Quinn said, “And I thought that the Fabray family was rich.” The door opened and Blaine stood there in the doorway, looking hella fine in his cardigan, bowtie and tight jeans.

“Control your staring,” Quinn whispered in his ear.

“Shut up,” he hissed back.

“Are you guys coming in or not?” Blaine asked and Kurt nodded. “Sorry,” he said.

Inside was even richer. It looked like a Muggle mansion, but with flying and noisy things here and there.

“Please come in. My mom has homemade pumpkin juice,” he opened another door. Probably the one to the living room.

Kurt stepped in.

A damn huge living room, yeah.

“Okay, let's not waste too much time,” Mercedes said after the accepted a glass of pumpkin juice, “We all know why we're here.”

“Kurt,” everyone said in unison. “Me,” Kurt whispered.

“Good, I'll promise, I'll remain silent. Or no, I won't,” Blaine corrected himself, “I'll remain calm. And I hope Santana will do the same.”

Santana groans.

“Good, but only today,” she gave in, “So you'll better tell us.”

“Uh, maybe we all should sit down first?” Kurt suggested, because hell they're still standing and it feels so intimidating.

“And then you'll tell?” Mike asked to be sure. Kurt nodded. “Still no idea why you guys want to know so badly, but then I will.”

Mike didn't look convinced, but the others all seated down, so he did too. Kurt took a deep breath.

“Before I found out I was a wizard, I was the outcast in the school,” Kurt started, “I- uh, they teased me quite a lot. Daily, actually.”

“Teased as in…?” Quinn's eyes narrowed.

“Do you really have to know?” Kurt tilted his head to his left side. “Yes!” everyone answered.

“Why aren't you telling us?” Mercedes asked, “'Just teasing' my ass!”

“Teased as in…?” Quinn said again.

“Uh, calling me names, slamming me against a wall sometimes, slushies, a lot of slushies, the-” “I'm gonna stop you right there, Pretty Face!” Santana made a ‘talk-to-the-hand' gesture, “Like ‘Cedes said: ‘'just teasing' my ass'”

It felt silence and Kurt felt quite uncomfortable.

Then, Blaine sighed deeply.

“Look, Kurt,” he stood up and Kurt's mind went like crazy. No no no remain seated, please. “I won't tell you I'm sorry because I know some people don't want other people's pity, but-“ The next thing Kurt knew was Blaine hugging him very tightly. “- I just want you to know that I'm here for you. And I'm sure the others think the same.”

“‘You are very brave and I know you don't believe that, but I can see you are,'” Mercedes quoted the Sorting Hat, or Kurt thought that was what she said, because the only thing he could think of was OH MY GOD BLAINE IS HOLDING ME.