"Kurt wha-what are you doing here?" Blaine stepped out on the porch and closed the door behind him. Kurt was in gym shorts and a plain blue v-neck and he was…sweaty.

"Look I came to a-apologize…to Isabelle." He said quietly looking everywhere else except Blaine.

"Wow that's a surprise Kurt Hummel actually has some kind of sympathy." Blaine scoffed.

"Listen I get it that I'm not the nicest but… last might I…I was drunk and I was being stupid." He looked down with guilty expression.

"That's for damn sure but I really don't think right now is a good time." Blaine said coldly and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Please I get that you want to protect her from me but I really am sorry." Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose in slight frustration along with his guilt.

"Why should I believe you Kurt? Ever since I came here you have been nothing but cold, snobby, and just a flat out…bitch." Blaine was trying to ignore the fact that Kurt looked extremely attractive at this moment because this is the guy who's been making his and Isabelle's life hell for god sakes!

"Yes you have every right to say that but I swear last night was nothing but to impress people and I feel horrible." Kurt finally looked into Blaine's eyes and Blaine saw how he felt and he also realized what Kurt was doing.

"Is the whole icy cheerleader thing like an act or you actually had to do something at this level of horrible to realize how mean you are?" Blaine took a step closer to Kurt and spoke firmly.

"L-Look can I just talk to Isabelle?" Kurt asked with a frustrated tone.

"I was serious when I said she's not up to talk that's why I'm out of her house she's not in a good mood which is understandable since someone let her be humiliated." Blaine said harshly and cold as ice.

"Look I get it what I did was fucking messed up! I see that alright? I already told you I feel like shit about it you don't need to rub it in my face ok?" Kurt yelled and ran his hands through his hair in anger.

"Look let's not do this in front of her house come with me." Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm and dragged him over to his house slamming the door behind him.

"Why the hell did you take me here, I just want to talk to Izzy." Kurt huffed.

"Kurt I was serious when I said she can't talk alright so don't bother." Kurt simply nodded, they stood there awkwardly until Blaine spoke.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you so…y'know."

"I'm going to be honest with you, Blaine, I hate having to act the way I do." He said it, he actually said Blaine not "Tumbles" or "shorty" he said Blaine.

"T-then why do you do it at all?"

"Because if I act like I know it all and own it all people will believe that and they'll respect me, plus that's what's expected of the cheer captain." Kurt sighed and leaned against the entrance door.

"I wouldn't expect that I would actually expect someone respectable and not rude." Blaine said quietly.

"Well then you're the only one because at McKinley it's kill or be killed, the day Coach Sylvester took me in was the day I stopped being killed."

"Well I like this, the real you, much better than the Killer you are out school. Plus I doubt it's respect everyone has it's more likely fear." Kurt looked at Blaine and took a few steps closer to him.

"You scared of me Anderson?" He smirked.

"Not anymore." Blaine replied how close they were was kind of distracting the were only a few inches apart.

"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing." Kurt whispered.

"It could be a good thing if you let it, same thing with it being bad. So what will you allow?" Blaine took a step closer to Kurt as a poor attempt to flirt.

"How about I tone down my bitchieness and you tone down on how many bowties you wear in a week?" Kurt took a step closer and now they were a bit too close for comfort, chests almost touching.

"Deal." Blaine chuckled as he eyes Kurt's soft lips, he must have noticed because he took to steps back and began to stutter a bit.

"I-I have to go uhm I'll see you at sch-school." And just like that he was gone, shutting the door behind him and jogging off the porch and farther.

"What just happened? Oh right, you almost kissed Kurt Hummel but instead you scared him away, good job Blaine. Bravo." He thought to himself.

Blaine now lay in the middle of his living room floor going over everything that happened last night with both Isabelle and his mother. He didn't know if his mom would hate him now, he didn't know what his mom would do when she got home, he didn't know if anything would be the same with his mom. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door, he stood up and went to open the door he knew who was on the other side.

There Isabelle stood looking like she was on the verge of tears, here scars were covered up again and she was looking around sadly avoiding eye contact with Blaine.

"Hey come in." Blaine said warmly trying to let her see he wasn't going to hurt her or insult her.

He closed the door behind her and turned to her, she was now standing in the center of his living room. She was wearing black jeans and a Ramones band t-shirt with a purple long sleeve shirt under. She was pulling at the end of her sleeves nervously,

"I-I'm guessing you s-saw…y'know." She whispered shakily still not looking at Blaine.

"Yeah." Blaine simply replied and got a little bit closer to her, he could tell she put on a lot of concealer because her face was much darker than her neck.

"Isabelle i-if you not ready to talk about it that's fine." Blaine reassured her and put his hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her.

"N-no you should know, since we're friends and all." She said quietly and gradually sat down on the cold hardwood floor of the living room. Blaine joined her and placed a reassuring hand on her knee.

"It-It all happened the night of my seventh grade dance at my old school, I auditioned to sing three songs and I got approved. I was ready, I was dressed up, I warmed up my voice, and I stepped on the stage." She took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip before continuing.

"I shou-should have known something was wrong, when I was singing my first song everyone was whispering and pointing at me. B-by the time I started the second song th-they just started yelling things at me! A-and…" She was cut off by her own sobs, Blaine felt horrible he immediately pulled his friend into his arms and held her tightly.

"They called me a d-dyke, a freak, a pig, everything! It was horrible I was horrible!" Isabelle cried and screamed into Blaine's chest. Blaine couldn't believe all of this he didn't want to, Isabelle wasn't a freak she wasn't any of those things.

"I tried to run I tried! But when I got into the crowd I was being pushed on to the ground and tossed everywhere like like I was nothing! I ran, I ran all the way back home and got the sh-sharpest thing possible and…" She was now clutching to the font of Blaine's shirt and shaking. Blaine was on the verge of tears, his best friend she…no she wouldn't.

"I wanted to die Blaine, I did and I almost made it happen!" She cried and that' was it for Blaine tears started to stream down his face and he didn't know if it was possible to be holding Isabelle tighter. "I wanted to scratch and cut until there was nothing left of me! I-I'm not strong, an-and what I lack in st-strength I can't make up for with anything! I'm so…weak, Blaine, so weak." She whimpered, Blaine pulled her chin up to look into her eyes that were glassy with tears.

"Isabelle Harrison you are not weak, your still here, you still go to public school despite what happened. That's strong thing to do and you're telling me this that is strong to be able to say it and tell people about it. You're my best friend Izzy and I know that you are not a freak or any of those petty insults those people told you." She gave him a tearful smile and snuggled back into his shoulder, an they stayed like that for a while.

Blaine lost count of how many times he whispered to Isabelle telling her she was strong, but soon enough she calmed down and stopped crying and just hugged her friend for a while.

"I talked to Kurt." Blaine broke the silence and Isabelle just looked at him with questioning eyes.

"He uh came by your house to apologize but you weren't in the mood to talk so I kinda talked to him. He basically told me if it wasn't for the reputation he had to uphold he wouldn't be so mean but of course you know the reputation is a vital thing. He also kept saying how horrible he felt about what he did to you." He looked down at Isabelle she was…smiling?

"I know you like him for your information." She chuckled and Blaine just froze. Well that was random?

"Don't look at me like that you need to get your leering under control." Blaine opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"Look I know the whole bitch thing is an act, believe it or not Kurt was my first friend when I transferred but when he got on the Cheerios it all changed. I still see the little innocent kid he was when I first met him. I was just majorly upset last night because I knew you saw my scars and you saw me with my walls down and plus I was thrown into and ice cold pool with a new dress on." She giggled and Blaine suddenly realized it should have been obvious; Kurt was never as mean to Isabelle as he was to everyone else including him. Kurt shook it off since he understood now.

"I uh also came out to my mom…last night." He said quietly.

"Oh…how did it go?" Isabelle asked tenderly.

"She just…cried, didn't say a word to me and I left her alone to think." He sighed.

He knew Isabelle would catch on she was always good at reading his emotions.

"How about you come sleep over at my place, we'll do mud masks and watch Auntie Mame." She smiled.

"Sure and what exactly is Auntie Mame about?" He chuckled.

"It's about this woman who I will end up being when I'm older, don't worry you'll see." She smirked.