From what he gathered from his current situation, he was in his bedroom. His tears had stop flowing and he was still trying to breathe without having those strange hiccups. Kurt was sitting next to him, a hand was petting his hair, comforting Blaine the best he could. Kurt was talking to him softly, trying to reassure him that if he didn't want to, he didn't have to compete at sectionals. He could be something like a consultant, to give the New Directions some advice on how exactly to beat the Warblers. After all, Blaine was an insider.

"-No… I should face them!" Blaine managed to say

"-Only if you're ready, honey! I don't want to force anything upon you… Nor anyone in the Glee Club!" Kurt said.

"No…" Blaine croaked "I have to. I mean, it's not like there's a valuable reason to be afraid of them…

-Hmmm… "

There was an awkward silence. Not sure of what to say, Kurt risked to go straight to the point he wanted to go :

"You know, Blaine, I never knew what actually happened to you… I don't want to pressure you or anything... But maybe talking about it would be helping you close the wound…

-K – Kurt I – I…

-You don't have to tell me the whole story, just what you need to tell me about the Warblers… If you want… Of course…"

Blaine took a minute to think… Yes, talking to Kurt would make the big lump in the back of his throat melt a little. He just couldn't tell all his story to Kurt, not now, but the Warblers Incident was a good start…

"-I can tell you what happened… But it's probably just all in my head, you know… And there's going to be gaps too… I – I just can't talk about everything... I talked to Social Workers and stuff… They forced me to, but I just can't… Not right now… I – I'm not.

-Thanks okay, honey! I'm here… Just take deep breathes and talk… But only of what makes you comfortable, okay?"

Blaine nodded. He exhaled and inhaled a few times, deeply, and then began his story. Well, at least, a mere chapter of it.

"-I started attending Dalton in the middle of my sophomore year…" Blaine finally said "I had been in private schools in Elementary and Middle school, but when time to enter High School came, I asked my parents to go to public school. I wanted to try, to see what it was like…

"My parents had always chose the best school, according to them, for me, where no bullying was allowed. It was great, and all, but I was feeling like something was missing. That's why I wanted to go."

Kurt was listening in silence, knowing that interrupting Blaine wouldn't help him. He was taking mental notes, though, to talk to Blaine afterwards, because he'd need it.

"The first year was alright, I guess" Blaine said "I had many friends, and they were awesome. But they were not true friends and I was feeling like I could not be myself. They were just good buddies. And I knew deep down that I was gay… I hadn't come out, and I was scared to do so. So I waited.

"That's how my freshman year passed. Me, being scared of who I was. During the summer in between, I went to work as a music consultant in a camp. I was young but my parents had connexions. So I went there."

"I met the most inspiring people. People who encouraged me. But there was this one guy, some kind of old hippie, counselling for Theatre since, like, the eighties. He told me that I was a beautiful person, inside and out and that I should never forget it. I didn't. This particular person gave me courage. Courage to eventually come out. I never told him I was gay, but I'm pretty sure he sensed it with some kind of super hippie power. He was a great guy… He kind of changed my life and gave me confidence"

Blaine had stopped hiccupping now. He was just talking, laying on his right side, his back to Kurt, who was still petting his hair. When Kurt heard Blaine joke a little bit, he felt relieved. If Blaine had started joking again ,this would be alright.

"When school started again, I came out because I was now proud of being who I was… and that was it… I had no more friends, I was bullied… Life was hell. But still, I didn't want to give the satisfaction to my parents. They told me that I would not be happy in public High School... But that didn't really matter; I loved who I was and I was able to tolerate them an their I told you so speeches."

Kurt couldn't help but notice the used of the past tense in Blaine's sentence. He was careful to take a mental note of this one.

"They knew people were calling me "fag" and stuff like that," Blaine went on "but I didn't tell them it was true. I already felt like a failure, because I couldn't provide with an Anderson Heir. And in their opinion, it's a shame. But I was always a failure to them, I always was. Except when I was singing. I don't know why, they were proud of me when I was on a stage.

"One day, the school organized a dance. I went with a friend of mine. The only other gay guy in the school. We danced together all night, it was great. But when we were waiting for his father to pick us up, three guys came up behind us and started to beat the living crap out of us"

Blaine tears started to fall down again. But he wasn't alone. Behind him, Kurt was sobbing softly. He still didn't say anything, not wanting Blaine to lose the course of his thoughts.

"After a week in the hospital, my parents shipped me to Dalton. They made sure I was boarding even though my house was not that far from Westerville. They made sure… That - I mean… At the time, it wasn't important… I didn't understand why, but not – now I do… But that's not… I mean… It's not…

-It's okay Honey, you don't have to tell me… Go on" Kurt reassured the curly haired boy. Kurt knew Blaine's parents were a sensitive subject and he didn't want Blaine to break down again. He would learn what happened with them another time.

"I almost immediately joined the Warblers. They were great and I wanted to belong to a group of people. They soon found out I was a pretty good signer… So they gave me a few part in the songs. Never the lead ones, but bridges and stuff like that. When we were performing, people would always scream louder and cheer more when it was my turn to sing, I was a show stealer and my parents were proud of that.

"I told all the warblers I was gay. They were great friends. A few of them boarded too, so we were really close. I was like having a family at school. I felt safe there and it was a change for what I had lived the few months before my transfer. I loved them, all of them. They were really good to me and that was what I needed after public High School.

"By the end of the year, they decided that this year I would be appointed lead singer. That would mean that I had almost all the solos, unless I would like to sing a duet. But it didn't happened, because… Well… Let's just say because…

"I had to move for that "because". I had a horrible fight with Thad, one of the Warbler's council members. I managed to call him from – from where I was. He told me to never contact him again, that I was a fraud. I don't know why… He also told me that I was given one of the greatest opportunities of my life and that I had just spit on it. I tried to call Wes and David, my best friends in Dalton, but I just couldn't resolve myself to actually make the call, press the final button on the phone to dial the number… All I had in my mind was Thad's reaction and I was afraid it would be the same for all the Warblers. I guess Thad didn't take well the fact that I was moving and started spreading hate like Nutella on a toast. But I had no choice… I – I really had no choice… I loved Dalton! I really did… But now, I guess every Warbler hates me and I don't want to see them again. I'm really scared of what they would say and do. I know they wouldn't hurt me but – but it's… I dunno… I fear them for no reason!

"I emailed them, Wes and David, but I guess they never got the emails… They never responded…"

Kurt still had his hand in Blaine's hair. It wasn't moving though. He was thinking. After a moment, Blaine rolled on his back and looked at Kurt.

"-Why aren't you saying that I'm being silly... Every time I told that story to someone they were just saying that it was all up in my mind… That I shouldn't be afraid of worried…

-You know, Honey, fear is not rational. I don't think you have to find a reason why you are afraid to face your Dalton friends. You'll come around eventually"

Blaine flinched when he heard the word "Friend" from Kurt's mouth. After all, he didn't consider the Warblers his friends anymore.

"-And as I said, you don't have to force yourself into something you're not interested in doing. That means you do NOT have to go to sectionals… We'll wait until you're ready, honey!"

Then, there was silence. Blaine was stunned.

"-Wait… That's all? You're not going to try to analyse everything I said in some kind of pop psychological way?

-No, why?

-Because that's what everybody did…

-Well, I'm not everybody! You got out what you needed from your system, and now you feel better! I'm here to listen to what you have to say Blaine, not to analyze you like some kind of monkey in a lab!"

Both the boys laughed at the comparison. Yep, Blaine was feeling better… The lump has melted a bit, he knew that.

But even more, he knew that he trusted Kurt more than he did in the morning. Kurt didn't try to punch some senses in him; he just listened and told him that it was okay to be afraid and that eventually, fear would fade away.

Yes, it was good talking to Kurt.

"-Thank you Kurt… For everything

"-Aww! Honey! You're so very welcome! But, now, honey, I have a proposition to make! Let's start making dinner, eat with everybody, and then I can take you to a shopping spree. You really need the clothes and the distraction! "

The boys then made their way downstairs and started making dinner, talking about the Lion King and the latest Vogue issue Kurt bought.