After much, much convincing, Blaine had allowed Kurt to come pick him up after they got off the phone. Blaine was scared, he could feel the fear bubbling in his stomach and it made his chest ache as if it were being crushed with weight. His parents were going to go crazy, but he was sure that once he got out of the house they wouldn't do anything. There were a lot of things he was not sure about lately, but one thing he was sure of was that his parents wanted him out, and would not put forth a fight to keep him there. He was also sure however, that they would raise hell for the few minutes that he was making his way out the door.

He had begun to pack an overnight bag the second he had got off the phone with Kurt. A million thoughts zoomed through his mind in a rush. Where minutes before he was cursing the absence of school the next day for a teacher work day, because it meant another day without food, now he was incredibly grateful. More time with Kurt. Blaine was also inwardly cursing the fact that he had to walk through the living room to get to the front door, Blaine was certain that his parents would be in their doing their work and relaxing.

As he thought furiously, Blaine packed pajamas and clothes, all his toiletries, and everything he could lay his hands on, including a yoyo, crazy string, and a bunch of random books into his old football duffle bag. He looked at the clock to find it was 3:23 PM, 2 more minutes until Kurt said he would be there. Blaine made a weird jump/spasm movement, and zipped up his bag, making sure he had everything he needed.

After slipping into a pair of sandals, Blaine looked out his bedroom window to find Kurt's car parked in front of their house. Blaine had told him to stay out there while he walked out. The last thing Blaine wanted was his father to come within arms length of Kurt. After one deep, steadying breath, Blaine walked out if his bedroom door and rushed downstairs.

His parents were in the living room as he had expected, but Blaine rushed through and out the front door without a backward glance. For one wonderful moment, Blaine thought he might have gotten through this without a fight, but as he got halfway through the yard, a booming voice made his heart fall into his stomach.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" his father yelled at the top of his voice.

"Blaine! You get back in here this moment!" his mother screeched.

Blaine just stood there in the middle of the yard, feeling like a sitting duck waiting to be shot. Kurt's driver's side window rolled down and Kurt yelled,

"Come on Blaine!"

"Is that him?" his father roared so fiercely it made Blaine turn around. His father began to walk towards him until they were face to face. Blaine cowered. "Is that him Blaine? Is this the boy that made you think you were some filthy fairy? Get in the house Blaine. Get in the house and leave this thing" he pointed at Kurt's car, "alone and get back in your right fucking mind!"

Blaine's voice seemed to have vanished. He stared up his dad, unable to meet his eyes. What a strange situation he had gotten himself into. His mother was still in the door way, and as Blaine looked over at her he almost expected to see tears, but instead she looked a mixture of angry and bored, staring and Kurt's car.

"I'm sorry." Blaine said softly, and he turned and ran over to Kurt's car and jumped into the passenger seat.

His father did not try and stop him, his mother did not yell after him. Kurt's foot slammed onto the gas pedal, and a Blaine got a last glance at his house, his father standing in the middle of the yard looking murderous, and his mother turning into the doorway to go back inside.

Blaine looked over at Kurt, and was slightly shocked to see what he did. Kurt was looking quite as angry as his father had just a second before. His teeth where bared like an animals, and the knuckles on the steeling wheel where white with pressure. Kurt's breath was coming out in gasps, and their where tears falling down his face.

"Kurt what's-"

"I cannot believe I just saw that! I mean I knew it happened every day but I just cannot believe I just saw that with my own eyes! Where the hell did anyone get this mad idea that we somehow choose to be this way! Where!"

Blaine had never seen Kurt like this before, and he had a feeling it didn't all have to do with Blaine and his parents. Kurt was so furious he had to pull over once they got a good distance away from Blaine's house.

"We get pushed into lockers! We get punched in our faces! Our parents look at us like we are something disgusting! Who the hell would choose that Blaine! No one fucking would! And yet we are supposed to sit back and take every bit of abuse they hand us! We are not fairies. We are there for each other! They are the cowards Blaine! They are the ones who are so scared of what they can't understand that they are willing to treat the people who they are suppose to love unconditionally with such hatred that it rips wonderful people apart! You are wonderful Blaine and you don't deserve any of this, any of it!" Kurt seemed too put out to continue, but let out a small sob and let his head fall onto the steering wheel.

Blaine was crying. Everything Kurt had said was true, but there was something dignifying about his words. He, Blaine, had thought all of these things in his room, alone, and they had made him feel sorry for himself, lonely. Blaine had felt as though he was the only person in the world, as though only he had felt pain, only he had not chosen this fate for himself. But now that he had heard those words coming from Kurt's mouth, he felt part of something. He was part of a community, part of a group of people who had cried at night because pieces of themselves they could not change, and though at the time they had felt alone, they were all parts of a whole. It did not make his pain any less; his father's face any less frightening, but it made him feel ambitious. He had seen both worlds, the popular and the hated. For this one moment, Blaine felt dignified, and he felt as though he could make a difference, because he was not alone.

Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's shaking shoulder, and used his other hand to lift Kurt's chin up to face him. "But we have each other, don't we?" Blaine smiled, and Kurt's eyes seemed to brighten slightly, and the corners of his moth twitched. "I meant what I said Kurt, I do love you." Blaine felt brave, and he was not ashamed to admit his feeling, at least for now.

This time Kurt smiled widely, and said breathlessly, clasping Blaine's hand, "I love you too Blaine."