If anyone had asked Blaine what had happened that following Tuesday, he would not have been able to answer. He felt like he was in a daze after his conversation with Eddie. Part of him wanted deperately to believe what he said, but another part of him was convinced Eddie was wrong. He had made it sound so simple, that Blaine could simply walk up to Kurt and say, "Hi, I'm completely in love with you, let's run off into the sunset together." It didn't work like that. No matter if Blaine told Kurt everything, he still had a boyfriend. A boyfriend that he lived with.

When Blaine didn't let himself completely overthink everything, he found that even though it was unfair to Kurt, he did want to tell him how he felt. Kurt was his friend, and friends were honest with each other. He would never ever make Kurt choose between him and Lawrence, but Blaine just wanted to not hide his feelings anymore.

Once he had fully made his decision to tell Kurt, he started panicking. When would be the right time? Would Kurt freak out and leave Blaine and Ali? And Oh God Ali! Blaine didn't want her to lose another important person in her life. If he made Kurt leave, he would never forgive himself. Sure, he would be heartbroken and completely crushed, but Ali had formed a bond with Kurt as well. He didn't want her to lose that.

But if what Eddie had said was true, then Kurt may have feelings for Blaine as well. Were they both just too scared of being rejected? Blaine was terrified out of his mind, so it was possible Kurt was feeling the same. It may have even been worse for Kurt, since he did have a boyfriend. Blaine had made up his mind though. He would make himself have the courage to tell Kurt. He would tell him the next moment he could.

So when Tuesday morning came, Blaine had already given himself about eight pep talks by the time Kurt got there. And that was the problem. Kurt was there and no preparation could make Blaine brave enough. He wasn't proud of it, but he completely chickened out. One look at Kurt's perfection and he couldn't do it. He made a good excuse though. He told himself he would tomorrow. Wednesday was their day. Plus, he had a lot more time on Wednesday. A whole afternoon. Yes, Wednesday. Wednesday was a good day. Perfect.

Wednesday came too fast. Before Blaine knew it, the day had come. He would do this. He would not chicken out. He would go to his morning class, come back that afternoon, tell Kurt everything, then go to his night class and leave Kurt to think about everything he said. It was the plan he made, and he was going to do it. He had even prepared a speech.

Blaine's morning class went by too fast, and why was it that time had been speeding up since Monday night? That just wasn't fair. And wait, how was he already in front of his apartment door, wasn't he just on capmus? He was sweating he was so nervous. He walked in and took one look at Kurt stretched out on the couch and is resolve shattered. He couldn't do it. It was like he was waiting for some sign, and no time ever felt like the right time. So he chickend out...again.

He shuffled into his last class later that evening and plopped into his seat. Eddie came in, took one look at Blaine, then started chuckling to himself. Blaine glared at him before crossing his arms over his chest grumpily, not wanting to deal with Eddie and his freaky ability to read people. His class went on...and on...and on. By the time it was over, Blaine realized they had been held almost half an hour over the usual time. He mentally cursed the teacher and sprinted from the building, calling Kurt as he went.

"Kurt! I'm so so so sorry! My class ran late, and had I noticed I would have snuck out. I'm on my way home now and will be there soon! I'm sorry!"

Little did he know, Lawrence had already called Kurt home and Kurt was currently pacing his apartment. Blaine all but threw his body into the street to get a cab. He was tapping his foot the entire drive to his building. The cab finally pulled up, and the first thing Blaine noticed was a man pacing in front of the door. He instantly thought, scorned lover, as he paid the cab driver and got out. As soon as his feet hit the pavement, the pacing man yelled up at the building.

"God dammit Kurt!"

Blaine froze. There was no doubt in his mind that this was Lawrence. Blaine usually wasn't one to pass judgement on someone without knowing them, in fact he hated when people did so. Looking at Lawrence though, there was one word floating through Blaine's head;douchebag.

Feeling a strange sense of boldness, he walked up to Lawrence and cleared his throat. "Excuse me? Did you just say Kurt?"

Lawrence had turned and glared down at Blaine. "Yeah, I did and I don't see why that's any of your fucking business."

Blaine smiled politely. "You see it sorta is, since Kurt is my friend. And that must make you Larry."

"Lawrence." He was still glaring at Blaine, seeming to get angrier at Blaine's politness

"Sure thing Larry. So may I ask why you're in front of my building shouting like a lunatic?"

"It's Lawrence. And Kurt was suppose to be home half an hour ago and now he won't answer his damn phone."

Blaine wanted to punch him in the mouth. Even more so if he had been pushing the buzzer and waking up Ali. "You do realize Kurt is an adult right? You don't own him."

Lawrence stepped towards Blaine, but he didn't back down. "But I do. He's mine and he'll be home when I say. And are you this fucking Blaine guy that's keeping him out late?"

"I am. And I've apologized to Kurt for being late, but I won't give you the same curtesy. Now, I'm going to go up and if Kurt decides he wants to leave, he can."

"Fuck that. I'm coming with you. I would already be up there if I could remember your fucking last name."

Blaine let out a breath of relief, at least he hadn't been pushing his buzzer. "I don't think so. I will not let someone like you anywhere near my Ali. And you see those security guys standing in there?" He pointed to the door of his building, where there were two security guards sitting behind a glass wall. "I'm sure they would be more than happy to escort you away. So you can just scurry away and please never show up here again."

"You think you have the right to tell me what to do?"

"Unfortunately we live in a country with free will and all that, so no I can't tell you what to do. But I can keep you away from my niece and hopefully Kurt because he is way too good to be with scum like you." Blaine could feel his blood begin to boil and knew he should leave before he made things worse for himself, and possibly Kurt. With a final glare, Blaine entered his building, taking a moment to make sure Lawrence didn't follow after him. One of the security guards stood and regarded Blaine.

"Any problems out there, son?"

Blaine smiled politely and pushed the button to call the elevator. "No sir, but please keep an eye on that man. He's trying to harass me and my family." The word warmed his heart and a huge grin spread over his face. The elevator came and Blaine said goodnight to the guards before climbing in.

He quickly made his way to his apartment and opened the door to see Kurt pacing, looking absolutely terrified. "Blaine! Oh thank God. After I talked to you, my phone died and I know Lawrence has probably been trying to call me. And I'm sorry, I have to go."

Blaine let out a groan and caught Kurt by wrist before he could run out the door. "Hold on a sec Kurt."

"Blaine. I'm sorry. I have to leave. Now."

"Kurt stop. Lawrence is outside."

Kurt's whole body stiffened and he turned slowly to face Blaine. "W-What?"

Blaine felt like his heart was going to break at how scared Kurt looked. He wanted to wrap him in his arms and keep him here forever and never let him see that stupid asshole again. "He was downstairs yelling for you."

"Oh god. Crap crap crap crap. Please let go of me, I need to leave."

"Kurt, just wait. Why are you so afraid? He's not...Kurt, he's not going to hurt you is he?"

Kurt paused entirely too long for Blaine's liking. "No. No he won't hurt me. He's just a little...possessive. Please Blaine." He sounded so desperate.

Blaine felt close to tears and felt his anger level rising. "Kurt. That wasn't possessive what I saw down there. That was full blown crazy. The way he talks about you-" He had to literally bite his lip to keep from shouting. "Kurt. Please pleeaaasse tell me you're going to be okay. I can't bear to think of him hurting you. Just please." He dropped his hand that was holding Kurt's wrist and let his head fall.

He heard Kurt take in a tiny breath then saw his feet in his vision. He looked up with watery eyes to see Kurt staring intently at him. "Blaine. I'll be okay. I promise. I have to go now. I'm sorry."

Kurt turned and speed walked to the door. "Kurt! Wait!" But Kurt had already walked out. Blaine stood staring at the door, wanting to chase after him, but not wanting to leave Ali alone in the apartment. After he stared at the door for a couple minutes, praying that Kurt would walk back through, he slowly walked over and turned the lock. He shuffled dejectedly over to the couch and plopped down face first, not even caring his shoes were still on.

He lay there for a while, feeling completely listless but also completely worried about Kurt. Blaine let out a frustrated groan and flipped onto his back, then looked at the clock and saw it was already one a.m. He needed to go to sleep, if he could, but the bedroom was way too far away for him right now. He kicked his shoes off then sat up and quickly pulled his shirt off, tossing it somewhere over the couch. He flopped back down on the sofa and threw a pillow over his face since he was too lazy to even get up and turn the lights off. He focused all his willpower and just trying to get to sleep.

Blaine was pretty sure he was dreaming. It was one of those dreams where you were still a little confused, but knew you were dreaming and therefore had a little bit of control of what was happening. He was laying on something very soft and fuzzy and when he turned his head to look he saw he was laying on top of Snuffaluffagus and okay, maybe he watched a little too much Sesame Street with Ali. There was nothing around them, everything was just white except for him and Snuffles. It was nice though. Relaxing. He absentmindedly started petting the soft fur when from somewhere in the white room, or wherever they were, there was a tapping sound. Blaine sat up on Snuffaluffagus and looked around. All he could see was white everywhere, but the tapping sounded again. He was about to slide off the creature he was sitting on, but before he could, Snuffles stood and Blaine lost his balance and fell off the top of him, hitting the ground with a 'oof'.

Back in the real world, Blaine had actually rolled off the couch and landed on his back on the hard floor. He let out a groan and sat up rubbing his eyes. There was a soft knock on the door and Blaine's head snapped to the clock. Four a.m. He stood and stumbled his way to the door, unlocking it and opening it.

Then freezing.

Kurt was standing there shivering violently, and it was clear he had been crying. His eyes were puffy and red, as was the tip of his nose. He was wearing a thin t-shirt and pajama bottoms. Before he could say anything, Kurt started rambling. "I'm sorry Blaine. I didn't know where else to go. R-Rachel wasn't ans-answering and I didn't have anywhere e-else to go."

Blaine made a shushing sound and pulled Kurt to his chest and closing the door. It was then he remembered he wasn't wearing a shirt, which he instantly felt when Kurt's cool skin touched his. "Jesus, Kurt you're freezing! Are you okay? Come with me." He pulled out of the hug and led Kurt to his room. He grabbed the top blanket off his bed then draped it over Kurt, and pulling it tight around him. Kurt just stood there shivering and looking at the floor, so Blaine gently led him to the edge of the bed, making him sit down.

Kurt sat and stared down at his lap, making quiet sniffling noises. Blaine sat catiously next to him, his heart breaking at the sight and wanting nothing more than to pull Kurt to his chest and hold him. "Kurt what's wrong? What happened?"

Kurt shook his head gently. He felt so foolish right now, but he was not prepared to spend the night on the streets. "I'm sorry Blaine..."

"Shh. No. You have nothing to be sorry for. Are you okay?"

Kurt wasn't alright. He was far from alirght so shook his head again and Blaine saw red. "No? Are you hurt?" Kurt shook his head again and Blaine let out a breath of relief. He reached over and grabbed Kurt's hand, happy when Kurt gripped back tightly. "Please Kurt. Tell me what's wrong. Tell me what I can do to help, please."

At the sound of the desperation in Blaine's voice, Kurt looked over and took a deep breath. "Lawrence and I got into a fight. He was...just soangry. A-and then h-he wanted to...but I said no and-and." Kurt's breathing was becoming heavier as he remembered everything that happened, he had to pause to try and blink away the tears.

Blaine scooted closer and put an arm around Kurt's shoulder, pulling him to his side. He felt sick to his stomach at the moment, and he had never felt this strong of a hatred towards someone in his life. Kurt relaxed a littled under the touch, but Blaine could tell he was close to hysterics. "Kurt breathe. It's okay. I'm here, just breathe. What happened next?"

Kurt closed his eyes for a moment and nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I s-said n-no. And he-he sh-shoved me onto the c-couch. I was so sc-scared. The look in his eyes and oh god." Kurt crumpled forward and buried his face in his hands. There was no doubt in his mind Lawrence would have hurt him.

Blaine wanted to throw up at this point. He rubbed his hand gently over Kurt's back, making more gentle hushing sounds. "It's okay Kurt. I'm here okay. Tell me the rest. Tell me so I can help."

Kurt wasn't even trying not to cry anymore. There was just so much overwhelming him right now, making it impossible not to cry. He removed his hands from his face, but kept his head down. "A-after he s-shoved me, I knew he would hurt me. I c-could see it in his eyes. I k-kicked him and just...ran. I just ran. I didn't grab my phone or my wallet or anything, I just h-had to get out of th-there."

Blaine was crying gently at this point too. He looked over the edge of the bed and saw Kurt wasn't wearing shoes, just a pair of dirty, wet socks. He slid off the bed and bent down to gently removed Kurt's socks, tossing them in the trash next to his bed. He walked over to his closet and grabbed out a pair of fluffy black slippers, then walked back to Kurt, who hadn't moved an inch. Blaine bent down again, and put the slippers on Kurt's feet. They were way too small, but they would work while they just sat here. He sat next to Kurt again and grabbed his hands in his. "Kurt. Look at me."

Kurt shook his head. He couldn't look at Blaine. He could look and see the judgement, the disappointment he was sure to see there. Kurt was pathetic and he didn't deserve to be here with Blaine, who was better than evey one else. He felt a hand under his chin, and was too tired to fight against his head being lifted. His eyes met Blaine's and what he saw he didn't expect. There was no judgement or disappointment, only fear and worry.

Blaine bit his lip as he stared into Kurt's eyes. He moved his hand and brushed it through Kurt's hair, and behind his ear. "Kurt, you know this isn't your fault right? That guy is the biggest asshole I've ever seen, and this is entirely his fault for not treating you the way you deserve. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and you don't have to be afraid of me."

Kurt sniffled a little and couldn't seem to take his eyes away from Blaine's. "I'm not...I'm not afraid of you. I just..I don't want. Fuck, could you please put a shirt on!" He had been trying not to pay attention to Blaine being shirtless, but it was becoming impossible.

Blaine froze for a moment before a small smile spread across his face. "Sorry. Hang on then." He laughed a little as he got up and went to his closet to put on the first shirt he could grab. He hoped that Kurt asking him to put a shirt on was for good reasons, like he found Blaine attractive and his half nakedness was a distraction. He re-joined Kurt on the bed and before he could move to hold Kurt's hand, Kurt reached out and grabbed his.

Kurt was looking down at their hands, feeling exhausted but so comfortable in this moment. "Why are you so perfect?" Oh crap. He said that out loud. He had been thinking it, but apparently his filter wasn't working. Fuck why did he say that. He tore his hand away from Blaine's and resumed staring at his lap.

Blaine took Kurt's hand back, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm not the perfect one Kurt, you are."

Kurt's head snapped up and he blinked rapidly at Blaine. Did he really just say that? "No. I'm no where near perfect."

"But you are. I've known it for weeks now, and you proved it tonight."

"How in the hell do you figure that?"

"It takes a lot of courage to do what you did tonight. Now I know you've never talked about your relationship, but I've known for a while that things weren't right. I knew you were scared, and god I can't count the times I wished there was something I could have done to help before it got to this point. But, you didn't let him hurt you. You got away and protected yourself. I've known other people who were in situations similar to this, and they didn't get away in time. But you did Kurt, and fuck I'm glad you came here. I was so worried, you have no idea."

Kurt didn't know how it was possible, but he was crying again. "You did help though. You helped more than you know."

"I don't- What do you mean?"

Kurt took a breath to steady himself. "Whether you meant to or not, you showed me how to have the courage to leave. I've been planning for weeks now to leave Lawrence. I know it was a terrible reason to stay with him, but I didn't have anywhere to go, so I stayed until I could save up enough money to get my own place. Rachel knows a lot of people and she was gonna help me get a deal on a place. Anyways, before I had met you, I didn't have the courage to leave him. I knew he wasn't right for me, but he was the first guy to actually show an interest in me. And then I met you and I saw that nice guys really do exist and I knew I had to get away from him. I would have never found that courage without you. Somehow over the past year with Lawrence, he took away who I was. I used to be so strong Blaine. I never used to let anyone walk over me. I let him turn me into this weak little pathetic...thing."

Blaine's heart was racing. If anytime would be the right time, it would be now. "I'm glad to hear that I helped you in some way. And before I say anything else, you are not pathetic or weak. It makes me sad though that you've been with him for so long if that's how he's been treating you. I wish we had gotten the chance to meet in high school so you would have never had to deal with him. I would never have let you believe you were anything less than perfect. . But look what you did tonight Kurt. Someone who was weak would not have been able to do that. I can promise you'll never have to deal with him again"

Tears were still falling down Kurt's face, but he shook his head. "Blaine I have to. My stuff is there, and I don't have anywhere to go."

Blaine's jaw dropped. He couldn't mean what Blaine thought he meant. "So what, you're just gonna go back to him?"

"I..."

"And you do have somewhere to go. You're gonna stay with me. I've been thinking about getting a bigger place anyways, since I'll need it once Ali starts getting bigger."

"Blaine I-"

"No. No arguing. I'm going to call my friend Wes in the morning, he'll come watch Ali and you and I will go get your stuff. I won't let you go back there alone Kurt. I just won't okay?"

Kurt sat blinking up at Blaine. "Blaine why are you getting so worked up?"

Blaine blinked at Kurt, grabbing his hands and looking in his eyes. He wasn't going to drop the 'L' bomb on Kurt right now, not after what he had just gone through, but it was time to share some of his feelings. "Kurt, besides Ali, you're the most important person in my life. I care about you a lot, and I don't want you to be hurt, whether it be pyhsically or emotionally. Seeing you sad, makes my heart hurt. And hearing what jackass did to you literally makes me want to vomit. I will do anything I can to make sure you're safe and happy."

Blaine felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest. Sure it wasn't everything he wanted to say, but it was a start. He had plenty of time to get to the rest. Kurt couldn't speak. He couldn't even think. As he stared at Blaine, he saw something there he'd never thought he would ever see. A look that he never dreamed would be directed at him. A look of love and just pure adoration. Kurt knew for sure in that moment, Blaine loved him and he would do anything for Kurt. His heart sped up and he lowered his eyes to Blaine's lips, unconsciously licking his lips. His voice came out as a breathy whisper, barely even audible. Just a soft, "Kiss me."

Blaine held his breath and his eyes zeroed in on Kurt's lips. They were right there for him. After all the fantasies, he could actually kiss Kurt now. Except, he couldn't. Not like this. So, even though it pained him to do so, he gave his head one tiny shake. "I c-can't."

The first thing Kurt felt was rejection, quickly followed by confusion, finally settling on hurt. He tried to pull his hand away from Blaine, he just had to get away. He was an idiot for thinking Blaine wanted him in that way. Such a foolish idiot. He quickly stood, trying to shake off Blaine, but Blaine held on and stood as well. "Woah Kurt. Stop. Please let me explain. I want to. God I want to so bad."

"Y-you want to?"

Blaine smiled a little shyly and nodded. "You have no idea how bad."

"T-then, w-why?"

Blaine reached his hand out tentatively and gently brushed his fingers down the side of Kurt's face. "I don't know how to say this without it..I don't know. Kurt, you've had a terrible night. You're probably, and understandably, exhausted. Physically and emotionally. You've been in a relationship for the past year. You've been someone's boyfriend for a year. And yes, he didn't treat you like a boyfriend should have, but all the same he existed. You said before that he made you lose who you were. You need time to be you, and remember who you are. I won't be a rebound. I know that sounds harsh, but that's how it is. I will be here for you every single day until you forget that guys name, but for now I can only be your friend. Does that make sense?"

Kurt nodded, thinking about everything Blaine said. "Yeah. I think so."

Blaine smiled and stood before the temptation to kiss Kurt was too much. "Good. Now, it is very late and I have a baby that will be up in like two hours. You need sleep. Sleep as late as you want. I'm being a rebel again and skipping class."

Kurt let out a little laugh. "I guess I'm a bad inffluence on you, making you skip class twice in one week."

Blaine shrugged one shoulder and went to his closet to grab a blanket. "Eh. You're more important then some stupid class anyways." It felt so good for him to be able to say things like that now.

Kurt ducked his head and smiled then moved away, heading for the door. Blaine stepped forward and blocked his path. "Uhhh, where are you going?"

"To sleep on the couch?"

"Kurt. Do you honestly think I would make you sleep on the couch? Besides, I was sleeping there before you got here anyways. Now. I will get you some warmer pajamas and you will sleep here. And melt because I must say my bed is the most comfortable bed ever. Got it?"

"Blaine- you don't have to. I can take the couch."

"I will force you into that bed Hummel." He shoved some pajamas in Kurt's hands. "Go get changed and I'll change the pillowcases, I tend to drool and I'm sure you don't want to sleep on that."

Kurt couldn't honestly think of a response to that, so he just shuffled out of the room in Blaine's too small slippers. He smiled softly to himself as he remembered how gentle Blaine had been with him all night. Kurt quickly got changed in the bathroom, feeling instantly better in the warm clothes. He went back to Blaine's room to find Blaine fluffing the pillows up. Kurt stood there awkwardly, after everything that had happened tonight between Lawrence being an ass and Blaine being absolutely perfect, a comfy bed was just what he needed.

Blaine smiled at Kurt and turned the blankets down and patted the bed. "In you go mister."

Kurt did so gratefully, smiling shyly up at Blaine once he was laying down. "Thank you Blaine..for everything. You're amazing, I mean it."

Blaine felt his face start to get hot. "You're welcome Kurt. You're pretty amazing too, and I will spend everyday for as long as you let me telling you that, until you believe it."

Kurt bit his lip, trying to hold back the huge grin that was threatening to take over his face. "Will you sing to me? Just a little bit?"

Blaine smiled, "Trying to size up the competition? And of course. But just a chorus. I have the perfect song."

Kurt wasn't sure if he trusted that grin on Blaine's face, but he really did want to hear Blaine sing. He cuddled down into the admittedly very comfortable bed and waited. Blaine cleared his throat dramatically and bent down to sit on his kness, so his face was level with Kurt's. He was smiling as he sang clearly.

"Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than, fucking perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me"

Kurt couldn't hold his smile back and he shook his head a little at Blaine. "You are such a cheesball!"

Blaine smiled back. "Yes, but it got you to smile, so I don't mind."

"I don't mind either.

"Good. Now go to sleep. Remember, I'll be right out there, and I'm not going anywhere okay?"

Kurt nodded and Blaine stood. "Night Kurt."

"Night Blaine."

Blaine smiled once more and ran a hand through Kurt's hair then turned and left, shutting off the light as he went. He was smiling to himself as he shut off the living room lights, then fell to the couch. He hated what Kurt had to go through tonight, but he couldn't help but give a silent cheer when he thought about Kurt being here with him. It was only a matter of time before he could truly have Kurt.

Kurt is pretty sure he's never been this comfortable in his life. He was only semi conscious, but he snuggled down into the bed he was sleeping on, sinking into the pillows like they were made out of clouds. He breathed in deeply and his nostrils were filled with the most pleasant smell. He didn't know why, but the smell made him think home. Then he heard a loud screech from somwhere and he shot up in the bed. He had a moment of slight panic as he looked around the room before the details set in and remembered everything from last night. Kurt could hear Blaine and Ali laughing in the living room and the sound made him smile, he was glad he decided to come here last night.

Kurt got out of bed and walked out into the living room. As soon as Blaine saw him, he gave Kurt the most glorious smile that made Kurt's step falter. "Morning Kurt! I just made some breakfast! Well, I guess it could be called lunch or brunch but anyways, there's food!"

"What time is it?"

"Just after noon. I was about to come wake you in a little. How did you sleep?"

"Amazingly. Your bed is like heaven."

Blaine chuckled and gestured Kurt to follow him into the make shift dinning room. The table was full of food. "Woah Blaine, what's with the feast?"

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck and gave Kurt an adorably shy smile. "Well, I wasn't sure what you liked to eat for breakfast, so I made a little of everything so you could choose." Kurt stared at everything, speechless that Blaine would do something like this. "And I've called my friend Wes over, so he can help eat too. That boy can eat. I dunno, must be an Asian thing because you would not believe how much he can eat and still be as thin as he is. It's disgusting."

Kurt laughed, wondering how Blaine was so energetic. "How much did you sleep Blaine?"

Blaine shrugged a shoulder and got Ali all set up in her high chair. "Few hours. Ali was merciful and slept until eight."

Kurt dropped his head and bit his lip. "I'm sorry."

"No. Hey hey. None of that. Kurt, I'm happy you're here and safe. There will be no apologies..Well there will be from me because I'm not the greatest cook, but I like to think my enthusiasm makes up for that."

Kurt blushed and gave Blaine a thankful smile. He started stacking some crepes onto his plate, adding some fresh strawberries on top, when the front door opened and someone called out, "Honey, I'm home!"

Blaine laughed and spoke in the most ridiculous Southern accent, "In here my darling!"

A few moments later a short Asian man and a tall black man stepped around the corner. Blaine jumped up like and excited puppy. "Ah! David! I didn't know you were in town!" He practically tackled his old friend who just laughed and pat Blaine's head.

"Yeah, sorry I know you've been busy but Wes told me what happened and I thought you could use and extra pair of hands. And I have my car so that will probably be easier then taking a cab."

Blaine nodded and turned to Kurt, who was sitting there awkwardly. "Guys, this is Kurt Hummel. Kurt, this is David and Wes, my two best friends from high school."

Kurt stood to shake their hands. "Nice to meet you both."

Wes was smirking and looking at David mischeiviously. "No Kurt it's nice to meet you. We've heard a lot about you."

David nodded in agreement. "A lot. All the time. But hey, at least Blaine was right about his eyes, right Wes?"

Blaine groaned, he should have known this would happen. But they didn't stop there. Wes held an imaginary phone up to his ear making David mimick the action. Wes spoke in what was probably suppose to be Blaine's voice. "Oh Wes, I wish you could meet him. He's so perfect and gorgeous. And his eyes!"

Kurt was laughing and blushing and Blaine wanted to disappear into the floor. "Right then. I'm just gonna go jump off the roof now. See ya!"

David laughed and grabbed Blaine, ruffling his hair, then shoving him into Wes' arms where he locked his arm around Blaine's neck. The three play wrestled while Kurt stood there shaking his head thinking, boys. It wasn't until Ali gave a screech of excitement did they stop. David eyed the little girl with wonder. "So this is little Ali."

Blaine nodded and smiled proudly at the little girl. "Indeed it is." He went and sat back next to her. "Alison, this one of my best friends David. He lives in Boston because he thinks he's cool."

"Hey!" David came around to squeeze Ali's hand. "Your uncle Blaine is just jealous. It's nice to finally meet you Ali. Goodness she looks just like Cooper."

Blaine nodded a bit sadly. "Yeah I know. Exact same eyes."

David put his hand on Blaine's shoulder, a comforting gesture. Blaine smiled up at his old friend and gestured for them to sit. "As you can see, I've made a lot of food. So dig in and no making fun if it doesn't taste right."

They all laughed and started piling their plates up. Kurt watched as the three boys interacted. He could tell how close they were just by the way the spoke. There was a fondness underneath the playful teasing. It made Kurt smile sadly, he missed having friends like that. He missed having people care for him that way. He knew he should have felt a bit awkward around them since they all knew each other so well, but he didn't. He felt comfortable being surrounded by all the love in the room. It was a nice change.

Wes cleared his throat, he had been watching Kurt sit there with a little smile on his face, steeling glances at Blaine when he thought nobody was looking. "Kurt, I'm ah, sorry to hear what happened. Blaine didn't really give much detail, but breakups are hard no matter the situation."

Kurt nodded slowly. "Thanks. It definitely for the better though." He smiled over at Blaine, who was all to eager to return the smile, not caring if David and Wes made fun of his lovesick look.

They finished eating and Kurt jumped up to volunteer doing the cleanup and was immediately met with three different yells of no, making him jump back a little. Blaine stood and steered Kurt by the shoulders, away from the table. "Kurt, you are going to go in my closet and find something suitable to wear. I know it's not as fabulous as your closet, but just something for the next few hours. Then you can shower if you want. David, Wes and I will handle the cleanup, besides, we're long overdue to have a mini Warblers reunion." He winked and gently shoved Kurt into his room, then turned around and literally skipped back to the table.

Kurt shook his head a little and smiled. He really enjoyed this side of Blaine and was excited he'd get to see more of it. He was able to find something in Blaine's closet that would be suitable for a few hours. The pants would be too short, and the shirt would most likely be too tight, but it would work. He had no clue what he was gonna do about shoes though. His feet were at least three sizes bigger than Blaine's and he did not want to walk around New York with no shoes on. His feet had felt disgusting last night after running around in just his socks, and he was not going to do that again. Kurt went to the bathroom, smiling at the three boys that were cleaning up the table while Ali played on the ground.

Kurt decided he'd wait on the shower until he got his products back, but definitely needed to wash up. He washed up in the sink, finding an extra toothbrush in the cabinet then feeling a rush as he set it next to Blaine's. It made him smile to see his toothbrush out on the counter, not hidden away like his was back at Lawrence's apartment. He got dressed, rolling up the hem on the pants a few times, then used some hairspray he found to fight his hair back into place.

It was then that he heard singing coming from the other room. Kurt left the bathroom and drifted to the kitchen where Blaine, David and Wes were singing something in a three part harmony. Kurt had no clue what they were singing, but it sounded amazing. He leaned against the doorframe as the three boys worked like a machine cleaning up the dishes and singing. When the last note trailed off, Kurt clapped and smiled. "Wow. That was amazing!"

All three boys turned to smile at Kurt, Blaine's smile the biggest of them all. "Kurt! That was just a warmup we used to do with the Warblers. Sounds much better in twelve part harmony." Blaine was looking at Kurt in his clothes, his smile somehow getting bigger.

Wes and David rolled their eyes and elbowed Blaine at the same time. "Stop drooling, it's un-gentleman like."

Blaine smacked Wes in the back of the head. "Shut up! I wasn't drooling! I was smiling. There's nothing wrong with smiling."

Kurt decided to intervene to save Blaine from further embarrassment, even though it was adorable. "Um, so. I realized I don't have any shoes, and there's no way any of yours will fit me."

"No worries. We'll stop and pick some up on the way over to get your stuff. If you don't mind making the short walk to David's car? You can shuffle along in my slippers again if you want."

"I don't have my wallet..I left it when I-last night."

Blaine waved his hand dismissively. "It's on me silly. Besides, you'll have to wait in the car since most places don't allow you to go in without shoes, so you will have to trust my judgement. Oh god now I feel the pressure."

Kurt laughed. "Yes Anderson, you better choose wisely."

Blaine paled a little, causing Wes and David to burst out laughing. David put an arm around Kurt's shoulders, leading him away from the kitchen. "I like you Kurt. You seem like someone that can take over the job of teasing Blaine mercilessly. It's nice to know that when Wes and I aren't around, there's someone there."

Kurt smiled and felt something warm settle in his chest. It had been so long since he had friends. "I'll be sure to do what I can."

Blaine shouted from the kitchen, "Hey! No fair!" Everyone laughed and Kurt couldn't believe how welcome he felt with the group that had been friends for so long. David removed his arm from Kurt's shoulder and smiled warmly. "So Kurt, Blaine tells us you have a little singing competition set up sometime. Please record it, I would love to see Blaine get his butt kicked."

"David! You're suppose to be on my side!" Blaine stomped his foot and looked like a toddler again.

"Sorry Blainers. Once you told me Kurt was a countertenor, I knew I'd side with him. You can have Wes."

Wes held his hands up. "Woah. Now wait a minute! Why do I get stuck with Blaine? Team Kurt all the way!"

Kurt was laughing while Blaine pouted. "I hate all of you." Then he spotted his one chance at an ally. He scooped Ali off the floor and gave her an eskimo kiss. "You're on my side aren't you baby girl?"

All of them waited for Ali's reaction. The little girl looked between all the boys then settled on Kurt. She smiled and dove out of Blaine's arms towards Kurt, who grabbed her with a smug smile. Blaine stomped his foot again. "Not fair! Turned on by my own flesh and blood!"

Kurt laughed as he hugged Ali. "Don't worry Blaine, once we can get my friend Rachel over, I'm sure she'll side with you. She tends to fall in love with any guy that's cute and can sing."

Blaine's whole face lit up. "Did you just say I'm cute?"

Kurt blushed and looked away, causing David and Wes to make little 'awwwww' noises. Kurt cleared his throat. "Um. So we should get going. Lawrence has class at four and since I don't have my keys, he need to go when he's there."

Blaine and David nodded and Wes took Ali from Kurt. Then Kurt thought of something. "Um, when we get there, I can go up alone. He's...he gets angry easy and after last night I don't know how he'll be..."

Blaine shook his head. "Kurt. You honestly think I would make you go up there by yourself? I'm going with you, and so is David."

Kurt looked at Blaine, who was so much smaller than Lawrence. He couldn't bare to think of anything happening to him. " But Blaine, you don't understand. He-"

"No Kurt. You don't understand. I would never put you in harm's way. You will not enter that apartment without me. Stop worrying, us Dalton boys know how to handle ourselves." Blaine, David and Wes all shared secretive smiles thinking about their old secret fight club.

"But Blaine!"

"Shut your face. No more discussion. I don't care if I have to climb on your back, I'm going with you." Wes snorted out a laugh then apologized.

Kurt sighed, knowing there was no getting out of this. "Fine." He was worried about how Lawrence would react to Kurt showing up with two guys, but he truly believed Blaine would not let anything happen to him.

Blaine smiled and gave Kurt's shoulder a little squeeze before turning to Wes and giving Ali a kiss on the forhead. "Be good for Wes baby girl. Wes, she'll probably be ready for a nap in a little bit. Just make her a bottle and set her in her crib and she should fall asleep, or sing to her if she doesn't fall asleep on her own. We'll be back in a couple hours."

Wes smiled and nodded. "Take your time. We'll be here."

Blaine gave him a thankful smile and led the way out of the apartment and not to the elevator, but to the exit to the parking garage. Kurt had slipped on Blaine's too small slippers and was tip-toe shuffling after, concentrating on not letting his bare feet hit the floor. Luckily, David wasn't parked too far away. When Kurt saw the car he let out a low whistle.

"That's a 1970 Dodge Challenger Insidious."

Blaine and Davide looked at each other, then Kurt, shock evident on their faces. Kurt shrugged. "My dad's a mechanic." Blaine held his hand up and Kurt reached up to give him a high five, a bit confused.

"Way to break the stereotype."

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "I could also take that engine apart and put it back together. Are you aware that's a one-hundred and sixtythousand dollar car?"

David smiled and pretended to swoon. "A man after my own heart. Yes I'm aware. Graduation present from my parents. Kurt, if I was gay I would have to sweep you off your feet."

Blaine smacked David in the arm. "Hey! That's my job!"

Kurt blushed and decided to just hop in the backseat of the car. Blaine wanted to sit back with him, but knew he'd have to direct David around, since he didn't know the city too well. Blaine directed David to a nearby men's clothing store to pick up some shoes for Kurt. He went inside, leaving David and Kurt to talk alone. Kurt didn't feel awkward at all. David apparently was really into old cars, so they spent the waiting time talking about different car models and the pros and cons of different makers. Blaine returned shortly, presenting Kurt with a pair of shoes nervously.

Kurt pretended to eye them carefully, when in reality, they were the shoes he would have picked for himself. He smiled at Blaine and nodded. "Perfect."

Blaine gave a victory cheer and fist pump. "Yes! I passed the Kurt Hummel test!"

They all laughed and then it was Kurt's turn to direct David. He felt his nerves grow the closer they got. Blaine noticed and reached his hand over the seat to grab Kurt's hand and holding it firmly. "We're right here Kurt, we won't let anything happen okay?"

David pressed his lips into a thin line. Blaine hadn't told them everything, but he was putting the pieces together himself. Eventually, they pulled up outside a building and Kurt was white as a sheet. Blaine turned fully in his seat and grabbed Kurt's face in his hands. "Kurt look at me. You're going to be okay. Courage, remember? I won't let anything happen. Do you trust me?"

Kurt blinked and nodded slowly. It was crazy how much he trusted Blaine when he usually didn't trust people so easily. David reached back and squeezed his shoulder too. Kurt looked between them and gave a small smile. "Okay. Let's get this over with."

They all climbed out of the car and Kurt led the way into the building, thankful they didn't need a key for that. He led the way up the stairs until they were standing oustide a door. Kurt was shaking and just stared at the door. Blaine put a hand on the small of his back, and the gesture gave Kurt the strength to raise his hand and knock loudly.

The wait felt too long and too short all at once, but soon enough, Lawrence's smirking face was right in front of him. "And the little bitch returns, just like a good little doggy."

Kurt froze and Blaine took a step forward, wanting to tackle Lawrence. Instead, he placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder and that's when Lawrence noticed him and David. "Tsk tsk Kurt, where you with some other boys last night? Guess I'll have to show you again who you really belong to."

Lawrence reached out to grab Kurt by the arm, but Blaine stopped him by grabbing his wrist. "You're not allowed to touch him anymore. Kurt?" Kurt had been frozen staring at Lawrence, but Blaine knew he needed to be the one to say why they were here.

Kurt blinked slowly and turned his head to look at Blaine. His Blaine. His strength. "Blaine's right Lawrence. I'm here to get my things. We're done. You don't get to touch me again."

Blaine smiled at Kurt and heard Lawrence laugh. "Cute Kurt. Get your ass in here and tell your little friends goodbye. You won't be working for that asshole anymore. You don't have anyone to support you, so you need to stay here."

"He has me to support him, and I will never tell him what he can and can't do. Now let us in so Kurt can get his things, or we'll get the cops involved and from what I've heard you don't want your daddy finding out you're gay. Getting the cops involved would only guarentee that happening, so step aside."

Lawrence smiled cooly at Blaine, sizing him up. "You think you're clever? My father isn't the only one with connections. You involve the cops and I guarantee it won't be good for you."

Kurt rolled his eyes, becoming less scared by the moment. "Oh shut it Lawrence. I know where your father lives and works. So yes, we don't have to get the cops involved, but I could go down to his office and tell him myself. So let me in so I can get my clothes, then you can go back to hiding in the closet."

Blaine smiled brightly at Kurt, but Lawrence was starting to look angrier. He regarded David and Blaine. "Well, this has been fun, but I think I need to teach this bitch dog a new trick. You little boys can run along now and I'll take good care of little Kurty here." He reached out and gripped Kurt's upper arm when THWACK.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other in shock, then to David who was shaking his fist, then finally to Lawrence who was crumpled on the floor holding the side of his face. Blaine and Kurt blinked at David who just shrugged. "Seriously, that guy is a douchebag."

They laughed and stepped over Lawrence, who had probably never been hit in his life, as he rolled on the floor. Kurt went over to the closet and started pulling things out. "The only thing we need to take are my clothes and bathroom products. That's all I have here. The rest is his."

Blaine was looking around the studio apartment, taking everything in. There was not a single Kurt influence in the whole place. Lawrence hid Kurt in everyway possible and it made Blaine sick. He glared over at Lawrence who was now sitting against the wall, glaring at them.

They quickly gathered all of Kurt's things, Kurt cringing as he put his clothes into empty garbage bags. Once everything was in the bags, Kurt went and pulled a clear box from under the bed. He opened it and pulled out a framed picture, holding it to his chest while his eyes filled with tears. Blaine watched, wondering what the picture was, but would ask later.

Finally, they had everything and Kurt was more than ready to leave. Lawrence hadn't said a word since he got punched, but he had glared the whole time. As they were heading out of the apartment, Lawrence made a move to grab Kurt again, but was instantly blocked by Blaine, who put his hand on his neck, not gripping tight, but just holding on. "Try and touch him again and I swear to everything you will get hit somewhere far sensitive than your face. You're an asshole and I hope you spend the rest of your life in lonely misery. I would never wish this on anyone, but I hope your father finds out about you. And most of all I hope you rot in hell. You will never see Kurt again, you will never hurt him again. You show up outside my building again and I'll make sure you'll pay. You're not the only person that has connections." He shoved Lawrence away and looked back to Kurt, who's eyes were watering.

Kurt knew there would be time for thank you's later, they just needed to get out. At last he grabbed his wallet and reached for his phone when Lawrence sneered. "I wouldn't take that. I had it turned off this morning." Kurt figured as much, but pocketed it anyways knowing there were pictures of him and Lawrence on there that they could use if needed.

Kurt didn't say anything as he walked out, David and Blaine following after and slamming the door behind them. Kurt felt like he was breathing for the first time by the time they reached the car. They put all the bags in the trunk then Kurt climbed in the backseat and slumped against the cushion. Blaine climbed in after him, sitting next to him and pulling him into a tight hug. "You were amazing Kurt. I'm so proud of you. I'm so so sorry you had to ever deal with him, but you don't have to anymore."

Kurt was still clutching the picture frame to his chest so he couldn't hug Blaine back, but he rested his head on his shoulder. David had climbed in the drivers seat and smiled back at them. Kurt couldn't hold the tears back anymore. "Thank you both so much. You don't even know how grateful I am. Blaine..what you said to him. Just- and David! That punch was spectacular!"

Blaine laughed and fist bumped David. "That was spectacular David. I told you Kurt, we Dalton boys can handle ourselves."

Kurt laughed and Blaine pulled away, sitting back in his seat and smiling brightly. "Can I see your picture?"

Kurt turned the frame around and Blaine saw a small boy with light brown hair, bright blue eyes and a smile that was missing the two front teeth. There were two other people on either side of the miniature Kurt, both hugging him with huge smiles. "Is this your mom and dad?"

Kurt nodded and smiled down at the picture, his finger stroking over his mom's face. "Yeah. This was about two months before she died. Her and I used to do these silly photo shoots, I used to love being in front of the camera. One day we were doing one when my dad came home from work and we made him take a picture with us. They always called this picture 'The Kurt Sandwich.'"

Blaine smiled down at the happy faces. "So, you've always been adorable then?"

Kurt blushed and shrugged. "I've always been fabulous, yes."

They both laughed and David groaned in the front seat. "Can we keep the ridiculous flirting to a minimum, I'm trying to drive and I don't think my gag reflex can take much more adorable."

Kurt and Blaine both laughed and smiled sweetly at each other. Blaine reached out and held Kurt's hand, just wanting to feel close. Kurt did him one better and lifted their joined hands to press a soft kiss to the back of Blaine's, then smiled over at him.

There was a lot left for them to figure out, but for the moment, they were happy just to be with each other and rid of Lawrence for good.