I couldn’t believe Martin was in the Lima Bean. I hadn’t seen him since that fateful Saturday night when we had broken up and Blaine had punched him due to his inability. The last I heard from him was on Sunday morning when I had ignored his text. I had been wrapped up in Blaine finally revealing his feelings and whether we could be more than friends, I had completely forgotten about my ex boyfriend. I had no idea what to say to him if he realised I was in here. I just wanted to fade into the background and for him to not see me. I settled back down and focused my attention on my laptop; trying to ignore the fact my ex was within ten feet of me. I saw the barista hand Martin his latte so I quickly turned away, knowing he was about to turn around.

“Kurt?” I started, knowing Martin had seen me, “Kurt is that you?”

I slowly raised my head and looked up at my ex boyfriend, “Oh hi Martin.”

Martin grinned at me, clutching his latte, “I thought it was you. Your beauty captured me like the first time I saw you in Breadsticks. How are you Kurt?”

I paused, feeling awkward, “Umm...yeah I’m good, just doing some work. How are you?”

Martin’s smile dropped slightly, “Well I’m gonna be honest Kurt, it’s been hard. You see I was dating this amazing boy who I liked so much and was just so beautiful...”

I felt so awkward and had to stop him, “Martin...”

Martin just gave me a look, “I wish I had been with this boy for much longer than I was. I just feel we had so much potential to develop our relationship but he cut it short.”

This was the start of very uncomfortable territory. I could tell it was going to get worse from now on. I just wanted this meeting to be quick and pain free. I turned back to my laptop, saved my work and closed my laptop, putting it in my satchel, knowing I wouldn’t be able to get any work done now.

I looked at Martin now, “Martin we talked about this. I had my reasons for ending that relationship and you know that.”

I was alarmed to see Martin’s smile looking slightly psychotic, “I know what the reason was. Your Warbler friend manipulated you; turning you against me.”

I huffed in annoyance, “His name is Blaine okay. Stop calling him that! Plus he didn’t manipulate! I am perfectly capable of making decisions myself and knowing what is best for me okay!”

Martin just laughed, “Oh please Kurt! Why are you lying to yourself? That boy’s judgement means a lot to you, meaning he was easily able to persuade you to dump me!”

I was getting more and more annoyed, “Just stop it Martin! I am not lying to myself. I made the decision to break up with you on my own.”

“Okay...” Martin deliberated for a moment before looking at me intensely, “Why did you break up with me?”

I looked at him with a confused expression, “You know why I broke up with you! Do you not remember what happened at Rachel’s party?”

Martin chuckled slightly at my words, “Of course I remember what happened. The party consisted of the final moments of our relationship. Look, what I did...was it really that bad?”

I couldn’t believe my ears, “What!? Are you actually serious? Of course it was bad what you did. You were drunkenly...groping me and not listening to me when I asked you to stop!”

Martin sighed, “Yes I get it is bad but aren’t you slightly overreacting?”

“No!” My voice seemed to be louder as this conversation continued, “Who knows what would have happened if Blaine hadn’t stopped you?”

“You mean by punching me? Oh yes that was simply brilliant. I went home after calling a taxi and put some ice on my nose. The blood stopped and luckily by the following night the swelling had gone down with no bruising. Do you know what I think Kurt? I know I could have been stopped in a non-violent way but I think Blaine just wanted an excuse to punch me.”

I scoffed at his words, “Please. Blaine is not a violent person.”

Despite my words, the memory of Blaine telling me about Fight club hit me; plus I knew Blaine’s dislike for Martin and that he would use violence if he needed to help a loved one...it made me wonder how much Blaine cared about me. A smile appeared on my face when I thought about Blaine. I wanted this distance to be over; I just needed him. I glanced around the Lima Bean and noticed several people were watching Martin and I. We were creating a scene. I spotted the barista watching me in concern. I smiled at her, trying to reassure her all was well.

Martin’s smile looked even psychotic, “I could tell from the moment I met Blaine he was into you. He would glare at me every time he saw me and as your best friend, he would never make an attempt to get to know your boyfriend. Even when I met the Warblers I could tell they weren’t happy I was your boyfriend. They didn’t mind that you had a boyfriend but I know they all wanted it to be Blaine...and I even think on some level you wanted to be with Blaine. For all I know, you could have been seeing him behind my back.”

My patience was beginning to run out, “I was completely faithful to you during our relationship. Don’t you dare say I cheated on you when you know that is a complete lie?”

“Okay I apologise,” Martin paused before continuing, “But I have to ask...why were you so quick to throw away our relationship after the incident at the party? It’s like you were waiting for an excuse to break up with me! We were fine before the party.”

I prayed this conversation would be over soon, “We weren’t fine. We were borderline okay. You were so possessive over me and your mood would change so rapidly it freaked me out. The party incident made realise that I couldn’t be with you.”

Martin’s glare hardened and he clenched his fists, “And I bet your precious Blaine jumped at the chance to make a move eh?”

“No exactly,” I muttered, hoping he hadn’t heard me,

“What!?” Evidently he had, “What did you mean by that?”

“Umm...anything that happened was because of spin the bottle,” I lowered my voice, wondering how Martin was going to react.

He laughed; his laughter becoming hysterical, “Oh sure! You just had to kiss when a bottle was spun!”

His voice was getting louder and drawing the attention of all the customers in the shop. I stood up, stepping away from the table.”

“Martin please calm down!” I pleaded, glancing around.

This just seemed to make him angrier, “Why should I? I just found out my boyfriend kissed someone else!”

My temper was rising rapidly, “We had broken up! I kissed both Brittany and Blaine because it was a drinking game. I did nothing wrong okay!”

Martin took a step towards me and I immediately felt scared. I was determined not show this so I stood my ground, even though he was right in my face. I was instantly reminded of Karofsky in the locker room.

Martin’s eyes were blazing, “What is it about Blaine? Come on Kurt! Tell me!”

The whole coffee shop had gone quiet. I could see the barista, the manager and a few customers heading towards us. I knew they were worried about what would happen; I know I was.

I tried to get a word in, “Martin...”

Martin seemed crazy, “Just fucking tell me now!”

I just lost it, “Because I love Blaine! It’s always been Blaine!”

The words stumbled out of my mouth before I had time to think. It freaked me how much I care for Blaine. Hearing Martin talk in a demeaning manner about my best friend infuriated me. I had to talk to Blaine about my feelings. My attention snapped back to Martin who was going slightly red with anger; I actually felt scared for myself more than I ever had felt around the Neanderthals at school.

Martin screamed, “How could you come Kurt!?”

Before I could respond, I saw Martin draw back his fist. My eyes widened in shock and there was nothing I could so as within a nanosecond Martin’s fist had connected with my right eye. I staggered backwards, clutching at my eye as shooting pains hit me.

“Shit!” Martin sounded like he was panicking, “Oh God Kurt I didn’t mean to...I just got so mad because I like you so much and I...”

“Excuse me I’m going to have to ask you to leave. If you don’t I will be calling the police,” I recognised the voice of the manager from all the times I had been in the Lima Bean.

I felt a pair of hands on me leading me back to my seat, “It’s okay sweetheart. It’s Michelle the barista. Someone’s gone to get you some ice. How are you feeling?”

I couldn’t speak. I was in complete shock. I had just been punched in the face by my ex boyfriend. My eye hurt so much I couldn’t open it. I briefly wondered what would hurt more: being punched in the eye or being hit in the eye by a slushy with rock salt in it. Probably the latter due to the rock salt but my eye still hurt.

“Kurt? Please say something sweetheart,” I heard Michelle say again.

“It hurts,” was all I could say. I was in agony.

“It’s gonna be okay sweetie. Can you give me your phone so I can call your parents?” Michelle asked.

I nodded, “Can you call my Dad for me? Can you also tell him my car is here so can he bring someone to drive it to my house?”

“Sure darling,” I felt her stroke my face as I reached into my pocket and handed her my iPhone.

Michelle obviously walked away to phone my Dad. I just sat in silence, clutching my eye, trying to open it but failing at the intense pain I felt.

“Here you go son,” I heard the voice of the manager and looked up to see him holding a bag of ice wrapped in a tea towel.

“Thank you,” I reached out and took the ice, immediately holding it to my eye and sighing in relief.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you. I ensure you that that man will not be allowed in here again. Is anything you want me to get for you?” The manager sounded extremely apologetic.

“Can I have a glass of water please?” My throat felt extremely dry.

I saw the manager nod, “Of course Sir.”

I saw him walk away and glanced around looking for Michelle. I spotted her heading back towards me, “Kurt, your Dad is on his way. He was at his garage and has brought one of his mechanics to drive the other car. He said he’d be a few minutes as he’s coming as fast as he can.”

“Thank you. Did you tell him what happened?” I asked, as the manager came over with a glass of water. I smiled at the manager, thanking him for the water.

“I told your Dad you had been hurt but you are okay. I didn’t want him to worry too much,” Michelle told me.

I reached out and squeezed her hand, “Thank you.”

I pressed the ice pack to my eye and groaned in pain. The pain wasn’t as bad as when I had first been hit. I heard the door to the coffee shop open and heard a familiar voice.

“Kurt!” It was my Dad. I had never been so relieved to see him; even if it was with one eye, “Kurt, are you okay?”

I saw Michelle move out of the way as my Dad ran over to me. I saw him crouch down in front of me as he put one hand on my face.

Dad slowly took the ice pack off, “Are you okay kiddo? That’s a massive shiner you have there. Does this mean you’ll have to spend more time moisturising your skin?”

I smiled at my Dad’s nonchalance, “I’m fine. This does hurt though. And of course Dad, glad you know me so well.”

I saw Dad smile then his face grew serious, “Kiddo can you tell me what happened? It wasn’t a homophobic attack as it because I swear to God...”

“Dad!” I had to stop him, “I bumped into Martin and we got into an argument. He got really angry and it led to me being punched in the eye.”

Dad looked furious, “Let me get this straight. Your ex boyfriend punched you in the face and gave you a black eye!? Where is he? I’m going to kill him!”

I put the ice pack back on my eye, “Dad please calm down! It’s not good for your heart!”

Dad looked at me sadly, “I just hate that someone has hurt you. You realise when your friends find out, they’ll be on my side and I’ll have an army made up of Warblers and the New Directions waiting to beat him up after me.”

I rolled my eyes and groaned at the pain that surged through my right eye.

Dad chuckled, “Sorry son, it seems like you’ll have to stop rolling your eyes until you’re healed. It’ll be tough but you can do it.”

I had to resist rolling my eyes again, “Thanks Dad. Can we go home?”

Dad’s smile softened, “Of course buddy.”

Dad helped me to my feet and put his arm around my shoulders to make sure I was steady on my feet as he helped me out of the shop. He had picked up my satchel, ensuring I had all my belongings, and had carried it for me. I saw Michelle standing behind the counter watching me. I smiled at her and mouthed, “Thank you”, causing her to smile and wink at me. I knew I had to come in soon and give her a massive hug for all her help. Dad led me to the Navigator once we were outside the shop. I loved how much Dad knew me; knowing that I was very reluctant to let people drive my baby, except from my Dad of course. Dad opened my door and helped me in, before getting in the driver’s side.

“What do you want to do tonight kiddo? You can stay at home and I’ll drive you in tomorrow; or you don’t have to go in at all. It’s a Friday tomorrow so you could have a three day weekend. I know you mentioned a movie marathon tomorrow night with your friends as we can’t do Friday night dinner tomorrow, due to Carole’s work party that I have to go to, but you can always postpone that.” Dad asked as he pulled out of the Lima Bean parking lot.

“Dad that’s so nice of you but I couldn’t ask you to drive me at six in the morning. I better go back tonight,” I replied, clutching the ice pack tighter.

Dad sighed, “If you’re sure kiddo. I’ll drive you back after you’ve had a nap and have some food in you. I’ll get Carole to check your eye out.”

I smiled at my caring father, “Yeah I’m sure. Thanks Dad.”

Dad reached over and patted my knee, “Despite the circumstances... I’m glad I got to see you. I miss you buddy.”

I smiled, feeling emotional, “I miss you too Dad. I’m happy I got to see you too.”

Dad and I arrived home and he helped me out of the car; again carrying my satchel. He helped me up to my bedroom and helped me out of my tie, blazer and shoes. When I was lying down under the covers on my bed, Dad disappeared before coming back with a new ice pack.

He placed it on my eye after removing the old, “This will reduce the swelling kiddo so you should be able to open your eye more. Sadly it will draw the bruising out even more and it looks like that son of a bitch hit you hard.”

I chuckled slightly, “Thanks Dad. I love you.”

Dad placed a kiss on my forehead, “I love you too Kurt. Now get some sleep. I’ll wake you up in a few hours.”

I watched Dad leave the room and turn out the lights. I readjusted the ice pack slightly before closing my good eye and letting myself fall into the lulls of sleep.

*break*

I awoke at the feeling of something touching my eye, feeling rested but my eye was throbbing even more. I glanced around to see Carole and Dad were both looking at me, obviously the reason I had been awoken.

Carole smiled, “Hello darling. I’ve taken the ice pack off and put some cream on your bruise to help the pain and I’ve got some water and paracetamol for you.”

I groaned and slowly pulled myself into a sitting position, with the help of Dad and Carole. Carole put a pillow behind my back and head before handing me the water and paracetamol and I swallowed the two pills before drinking some water.

Carole stroked my cheek, “How are you feeling darling?”

I smiled at her, “I’m alright Carole. How are you? I missed you.”

Carole’s smile widened, “I missed you too sweetie. I’m good but your Dad and I are concerned about you.”

Dad’s face came into view, “Yeah kiddo, we just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay Dad. My eye hurts a lot but I’m okay,” I replied.

Dad sighed, “I just hate this happened to you.”

Before I could reply there was a knock at the door.

I raised my eyebrow, “Come in!”

I saw the door open and in walked Finn with Rachel who was carrying a tray with a bowl of soup on it.

“Kurt!” Rachel placed the tray on my desk, “I was so worried when I heard. Your Dad and Carole told us when we came here after Glee practice. I can’t believe this happened.”

Finn put his arm around Rachel, “Yeah dude I can’t believe that he did that to you. I’m gonna summon Puck, Sam and Mike to beat him up! Maybe Artie can roll him over with his wheelchair.”

I saw Dad’s smirk when I remembered his earlier comment about the reactions of my friends.

Carole went over and brought the tray over to the bed, lowering it onto my lap, “There you go sweetheart. You need to eat before we go back to Dalton.”

“Thanks Carole,” I replied smiling at her.

Carole smiled back at me and kissed my forehead, cupping my cheek as she did. Dad leaned in and kissed my forehead too, before taking Carole’s hand and leading her out of the room back downstairs. Finn pulled up a chair by my bed while Rachel sat carefully on my bed not to jolt the soup. I picked up the spoon and tried the soup; it was tomato, the soup I always had when I was ill as it was a tradition when my Mum had started when I was younger.

“Are you in pain Kurt?” Rachel asked, looking concerned.

“Yeah but I’ll be okay,” I replied, “So when did you two get back together?”

Rachel turned to Finn and it warmed my heart to see the loving smile they had for each other, “Well we talked at the party when you and Blaine were upstairs after spin the bottle where I... yeah... anyway this week we’ve just been taking it slow and enjoying one another’s company.”

I smiled at the pair, “That’s great to hear. You two are perfect for one another.”

Finn grinned at me, “Thanks dude. We’re yet to make it Facebook official but I love Rachel and don’t want anyone else.”

I saw Rachel smile, “Thank you Finn. I love you too and don’t want anyone else. Speaking of perfect, what about you and Blaine? How’s the distance thing?”

I ignored Finn’s confused look, “It sucks and I hate that he is hurting over this. I was planning to talk to him soon but now, especially after what happened, I know I need to talk to him straight away.”

Rachel took my hand, that wasn’t holding the spoon in hers, “That’s great Kurt. I’m so happy for you... ignoring that your psycho ex punched you.”

I chuckled at her words, “Thanks Rach and I’m happy for you and Finn too.”

Rachel leaned in and kissed my cheek, “That means the world to me. Now Kurt, Finn and I will let you eat your soup in peace. I think your Dad said you’ll be going to Dalton when you’re done.”

I nodded, “What’s the time?”

Finn looked at his watch, “Quarter to eight. So you should get back in time for curfew dude, plus I know Burt’s called the school and explained what’s happened.”

I smiled at them and watched as they left the room. I turned back to my soup and ate it in a few minutes as it was at an eatable temperature. I picked the tray up off my lap and put it on my bed, before slowly moving my legs to the side of my bed and placing them on my floor. I slowly made my way over to the mirror and gasped when I saw myself. My eye was still badly swollen and shut but it was surrounded by blackness. The bruise looked extremely painful and I knew I wouldn’t be able to cover it up. I sighed to myself before slipping my shoes on and picking up my tie and blazer. I made my way downstairs slowly and spotted Dad and Carole sitting on the sofa. Dad looked alarmed when he saw me and rushed to my side.

“Kurt I wanted you to call me to help you when you were done, not to do this on your own,” Dad scolded me as he helped me down the final few steps.

“I’m sorry Dad,” I replied, feeling guilty.

Dad sighed, “Come on kiddo; let’s get you back to school. I’m not leaving your car at Dalton as there is no way you can drive with that eye. Are we understood?”

I nodded, “Yes Dad. I wouldn’t have even tried to drive if my car was at Dalton.”

Dad went to get my bag while I said my goodbyes to Carole, Finn and Rachel, who had come downstairs to say goodbye. They all hugged me and the women kissed my cheek. Dad appeared and clapped me on the shoulder, telling me he was ready.

“Goodbye Kurt, take care sweetie,” Carole called as I left the house.

I turned and waved at them all, blowing them a kiss as Dad opened the passenger door to his car. He helped me in before getting into the driver’s side, starting the engine and reversing off the drive.

“Son I even picked up your ‘Wicked’ soundtrack to make you feel better. I know how much you love this,” Dad told me as he switched on the radio.

I just grinned at my Dad, “Thanks so much! Broadway songs always make me feel better.”

Dad chuckled, “Ever since you sang... um... wait I can get this! It was called... Rose’s something... ‘Rose’s Turn’! That’s it! Yeah ever since you sang that I told you I could try to get into the things you like. So what’s ‘Wicked’ about?”

“Well...” I pondered how to say this so my Dad would understand, “It’s like a different version of ‘The Wizard of Oz’, focusing on the wicked witch and how she came to be wicked.”

Dad actually nodded at that, “That sounds quite good. We might have to go and see that kiddo.”

I felt so much love for my Dad at that moment for the effort he was making, “Yeah we should do that Dad.”

The next two hours flew by with Dad questioning me about musicals. There were quite a few he sounded interested in such as ‘Jersey Boys’ as he knew who the Four Seasons were and ‘Mamma Mia’ as he quite liked Abba songs, although John Mellencamp was his favourite of all time. Dad pulled into the Dalton parking lot and parked this car. He got out of the car, helping me out of the car and once again picking up my bag. Dad took my blazer and my tie off me and held it in his hand as he put his arm around my shoulder.

Dad started leading me forward, “I’m gonna help you to your room kiddo and make sure you’re settled before going home. I explained to the school where you were and they said they wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“Oh thanks Dad,” I replied before it dawned on me, “Crap! I turned my phone off when Michelle gave it back to me.”

Dad shook his head fondly, “Oh Kurt. I’m sure your friends and Blaine are worried; well I know I’m certain Blaine is worried and panicking about your whereabouts and lack of communication.”

I hit Dad gently on the arm, “It’s not funny. Blaine will be panicking.”

Dad just chuckled, “Oh I know.”

I typed in the code for students when Dad and I reached the door and sure enough, the door opened for us. I glanced at my watch and saw I had a few minutes before curfew so that’s why the door still opened. The corridors of Dalton were quiet as Dad led me through them. When we reached the staircase where I met Blaine I couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.

Of course Dad noticed, “What’s up Kurt? What’s on your mind?”

I blushed, “Oh I was just remembering that this is where I first met Blaine when I came to spy.”

Dad’s eyes had a certain twinkle in them, “Ah so it was love at first sight then son?”

“Dad!” I just stared at him while he laughed, “Oh stop it! Come on, I need to get back to my dorm.”

We continued our journey with Dad still occasionally laughing and me having to hit him to get him to stop. Once or twice we saw a teacher patrolling the corridor but they obviously knew my circumstances as they just smiled at me and wished me goodnight after looking at my eye for a little bit. Eventually we reached my dorm door and I reached into my blazer pocket and pulled out my key, letting my Dad and myself in. Dad walked in and put my satchel on my desk before hanging my blazer up.

“Is there anything you need son?” Dad asked as he led me over to the bed.

I smiled at him, “I’m fine Dad. Just gonna go to bed.”

Dad nodded before pulling me into a hug. I hugged him back resting my check on my shoulder.

Dad pulled back and smiled at me, “Text me in the morning when you’ve woken up and tell me how you feel. I’m trying to understand texting so you can do this for me.”

I laughed and nodded to Dad’s request, “Will do. I’ll see you Saturday afternoon Dad. I’m probably going to stay at Dalton tomorrow night then get a lift Saturday.”

“Okay Kurt. Let me know if you want me to pick you up. I can do that,” Dad responded as he smiled at me.

We hugged one more time before Dad left me alone in my room to head back to the car park. He had insisted I didn’t get up. I slowly pulled off my shirt and then buckled my belt and slowly slid down my trousers; one hand on my chest of drawers as I stepped out of them. I reached under my pillow for my pyjamas and as carefully as I could put them on. I made my way over to the blazer and pulled out my phone, turning it on. I made my way back over to my bed and got under the covers. I waited a few minutes before looking at my phone. I had 40 missed calls and 22 messages! I realised I hadn’t been in touch with anyone for the last eight hours then I hadn’t turned up to dinner without telling anyone where I’d be.

I quickly scanned through the messages:

From Blaine 14:57
So bored in class! I’m so jealous of you in the Lima Bean. Better bring me back a medium drip biatch ;) Blaine xxxxx

From Blaine 16:03
Hey you back at school yet? Blaine xxxxx

From Jeff 16:31
You’re not still at the Lima Bean are you? I just went to your room to show you the funniest YouTube clip everrrrrr!! It consists of a man running off his dog yelling, “Fenton!” You have to see it! Text me when you’re back. Jeff xx

From Trent 16:52
Oh my God did you watch America’s Next Top Model?? Need to talk to you about what happened!! Trent xx

From Blaine 17:21
Guess what I’m doing where you’re still hanging out at the Lima Bean? Watching Harry Potter... without you! Mwahahaha! Seriously Kurt come back now! Blaine xxxxx

From Wes 17:40
Hey Kurt, where are you? I need your opinion on this dress to get my girlfriend. We all knows who’s the most fashionable Warbler. Text me ? Wes xx

From Brittany 18:13
KURTIE!!! Dolphin love!!! I might be a dolphin too! How cool with that be? Brittany xxx

From Blaine 19:27
Kurt where are you? I haven’t heard from you since you left to go to the Lima Bean. No one has and you’re not replying to anyone’s texts. Why aren’t you at dinner? Blaine xxxxx

From Thad 19:40
Kurt are you okay? Everyone’s freaking out and trying to think when they last saw you. Text us! Thad x

From David 20:05
What’s going on? Where are you? Are you hurt? Kurt please text one of us! David xx

From Wes 20:30
I’m seriously concerned for my countertenor and his whereabouts? Are you in trouble? Wes xx

From David 21:11
Ok Kurt where are you? We’re all freaking out. Curfew to be back at Dalton is in 20 minutes and there is no sign of you. We’re all so worried. Blaine is going insane. Please text back! David xx

From Nick 21:16
Kurt I’m so worried! Where are you? Nick xx

From Jeff 21:29
Kurtsie are you okay? Everyone is freaking out. I’m so worried and scared. Are you hurt? Are you in trouble? None of us have your home number so can’t call your Dad. We know you’re not back as your car isn’t here plus your room is empty (Blaine’s spare key). Please call someone!!! Jeff xx

From Trent 21:36
Where are you Kurt? Everyone’s panicking! Trent xx

From Flint 21:44
Kurt I hope everything’s okay man. I really think you should call someone; especially Blaine. Flint x

From Blaine 21:53
Kurt I... oh god Kurt I’m so worried about you. I haven’t heard from you for eight hours! I need you Kurt! I need to know you’re okay! Please call me. Please I beg you. Blaine xxxxx

From Wes 22:01
That’s it. Everyone has to be in their rooms now and we know you aren’t in yours. Please let us know you’re okay. Wes xx

From David 22:04
Lights are out, meaning you’re not here. I can hear the teachers patrolling so there is no way you can get in now. Please let us know you’re okay. David xx

From Nick 22:08
Jeff seriously can’t stop crying. I can hear him from his room, plus he just text me saying he can’t stop crying. You’re one of our best friends and you’re part of the Warbler family. Please be okay! Nick xx

From Jeff 22:10
Ok I know Nick texted you saying I’m crying which is kinda true. Anyway please be okay. I don’t know what I’d do if my Kurtsie wasn’t okay. Jeff xx

Blaine 22:20
Kurt I’m so scared and so worried. Where are you? Who are you with? Why haven’t you replied to my texts or anyone else’s? I’m scared to go to sleep. Please be okay. Blaine xxxxx

I stared at my phone in shock. I had really worried the Warblers. I quickly opened a new message:

From Kurt 22:30
To Wes, David, Nick, Jeff, Trent, Thad, Flint
Guys I’m so sorry. I’m okay. I do have an excuse for this as something happened. I’ll see you in practice tomorrow. Sorry for the vagueness. Kurt xx

From Kurt 22:31
To Blaine
Blaine I’m okay I promise. I’m so sorry for all this. I turned my phone off after something happened. I’m okay and I promise I’ll make this up to you. I do have a reason as something happened but I will explain. Sorry for the vagueness. I’ll see you in practice tomorrow. I won’t reply as I’m going to sleep as I’m exhausted. It’s been a long day. Kurt xxxxx

I switched my phone to silent and set it on my desk. I had told the Warblers I’d see them at practice rather than breakfast as I was planning on having a lie in tomorrow since I had no lessons first and second period then we had a Warbler practice third period before lunch. I pressed the light switch by my bed and turned the lights off. I hoped Blaine and the others had calmed down now. I felt so guilty but would hopefully make it up to them tomorrow.