Kurt didn’t mind that the first thing Blaine did that day was go and sit in the book corner. He had expected it. Blaine liked reading. Kurt liked Blaine. So Kurt liked reading too. Kurt sat on the floor instead of on the sofa, he was feeling restless and he thought if he was to fidget a lot next to Blaine on the sofa he wouldn’t want to sit next to him. Last night when he had been sitting with Finn he had kept moving and then his stepbrother had moved and sat on the arm chair. Blaine looked down at him, a frown on his lip.

“My daddy said that I have ants in my pants.” Kurt giggled. “And I didn’t want to disturb your reading by moving.” Kurt explained. Blaine shrugged and with a simple patting of the cushion next to him he told Kurt to come and sit next to him. With a grin, the smiling boy jumped up and sat next to him.

The day went the same as the one before; the two boys sitting in a comfortable silence, one reading, one drawing. At snack they sat next to each other and Kurt discovered that Blaine really liked apples but he didn’t like his pear. So he had taken the pear from the curly haired boy's bowl and swapped it with his apples. When Blaine smiled at him, Kurt couldn’t help but smile back. “You should smile more.” Kurt whispered as he sucked a piece of pear into his mouth. “It makes the room feel ten million more times happier.” Blaine stopped what he was doing, Kurt thought he looked funny with a piece of apple in the air as he stopped moving his hand to put it in his mouth. With a faint blush on his cheeks, Blaine smiled shyly and bowed his head; he finished eating his fruit with the faintest of smiles never leaving his lips.

Once snack was finished Kurt looked at Blaine to see whether or not he wanted to go back to the book corner, Blaine was watching him softly. When Kurt went to walk to the book area Blaine shook his head and pointed to the paint area. Kurt smiled, he really wanted to paint Blaine a picture. Skipping over the paint area, Kurt grabbed two pieces of paper, one pink and one white. He didn’t think that Blaine was the pink paper kind of boy. He sat down and Blaine sat down next to him. Silently, the curly haired boy started to paint. Kurt smiled and watched him for a moment. He couldn’t really see what it was that Blaine was painting at first; all it looked like was a mixture of blacks and whites. His mom used to say that your paintings didn’t need to look like anything, paintings could be whatever your mind and your heart desired. Kurt felt a little sad that Blaine’s heart and mind only thought in black and white, he wished he could add some colour to it. Focusing on his own painting, Kurt started to paint Blaine. A curly haired boy, with a soft smile and a cape. Instead of glittery stars like his own cape was decorated with, Kurt painted books on the edges. If Blaine liked to read then Blaine should have books on his cape; it made sense. Kurt looked around the paint area, he needed a pink and there wasn’t one on the table. He stood up and as he went to walk, his leg tripped over the chair and he fell straight onto Blaine, the blue paint he was holding in his hand falling down the front of Blaine’s shirt.

“Sorry!” Kurt squealed as he scrambled off of the boy's lap. Blaine, once Kurt had fallen onto him had gone completely rigid. His body freezing up and a look of terror written on his face. “Blaine?” Kurt whispered once he realised that Blaine hadn’t moved or even blinked since he fell on him. Scared. he looked around. He could tell that something was wrong. “Sean!” He shouted, straight away the blond haired man was at his side, kneeling down and coaching Blaine out of his trance like state.

“Kurt, why don’t you go and get Blaine a new shirt from the spare clothes box? Ask Danny to take you.” Sean said softly. Kurt nodded slowly and ran over to Danny.

Explaining what happened in one long breath, Danny ushered him over to the spare clothes box where Kurt got on the floor and emptied it out trying to find the perfect shirt for Blaine. When he found a simple black tee he looks at Danny. “Will he like it?” He asked quietly. A nice top would cheer Blaine up, he just knew it.

“He will. Come on, Sean’s taken him to the toilet so he could get changed.”

“Danny.” Kurt whispered looking down as he followed his counsellor to the bathrooms. “Why did he freeze when the paint touched him?”

“I don’t think it was the paint.” Danny said gently. “I think when you fell it scared him, but it was an accident so it’s okay.”

“I didn’t mean to scare him.” Kurt looked up at him, his eyes shining bright with tears. “He’s my friend I didn’t mean to. I didn’t!” He said getting louder.

“I know.” Danny whispered. “It’s okay, he’ll be okay.” He promised.

Kurt nodded, he believed Danny, he had to. He didn’t want to believe that Blaine wouldn’t be okay. As Kurt walked into the bathroom to hand the clean shirt to Sean he stopped when he saw Blaine standing in the room, his shirt was off and his back to him. His skin was pretty and tanned, Kurt smiled when he saw a few freckles on his shoulder, he wondered what pictures he could make from the spots. Slowly his eyes ran down, frowning when he saw a word written on Blaine’s back. It was when his dad was teaching him how to do it without the stabilizers, his knee had cut open and as it was healing it often bled when he stretched. Kurt didn’t like blood and he knew it looked horrible on Blaine. Kurt didn’t know what the word meant, but he knew it wasn’t good.

“Here’s a clean shirt.” He whispered, his body feeling uneasy being in the room with Blaine now that he knew he had scared him. He handed the material to Sean who was standing in front of Blaine before rushing out of the room and going back to the paint table to finish painting Blaine’s picture. Hopefully it would make his friend less scared of him.