Blaine followed Kurt as discretely as possible. He saw him leave school and just assumed he was going home or to hang out with David. He never expected this. He never expected to end up in a cemetery, watching Kurt Hummel cry over the grave of his mother.

He walked up beside Kurt, and placed a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and look up at him with surprise, tears still rolling down his cheeks, his eyes red from rubbing them.

“What are you doing here?” His tone was angry.

“I just-…I saw you leaving school. I just figured you were going home or something, but if Coach Sylvester found out that we didn’t have the session…I decided to follow you and do it then.” Blaine saw something change in Kurt’s expression. He knew he was right. Coach Sylvester would not be happy. Blaine whispered, “I won’t tell her…”

“What?”

“This is more important. I won’t tell her we skipped if you don’t.” Kurt looked back down. Blaine knew that he wasn’t angry. Not anymore. He knelt down beside him, placing his hand on Kurt’s knee in comfort. Kurt looked over at him and smiled weakly and thankfully. They stayed there for a while, just looking down at the headstone in the ground. Kurt finally broke the silence.

“Thank you for coming.” His words were soft and sad. For once, Blaine saw the scared little boy behind the confidence. Behind the head Cheerio and glee club member, there was this person. This Kurt. This is the person that Blaine had always known was there, somewhere deep inside. This is the person Blaine loved. This is the person Blaine has loved for a some time now.

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The next day, Kurt had to perk up. He had a date with David, and he knew that David didn’t like to see him like that. He remembered the last time David had seen him cry. It wasn’t pretty. But he went on with his morning routine, moisturizing and putting on his makeup, covering the proof that David didn’t like it when he cried.

Once he was finished, he picked up his bag and walked out of his room, shutting the door behind him. He grabbed the keys of the shelf in the living room. “Dad, I’m going to get coffee with David!”

“Be back for dinner! Carole‘s making something special to celebrate Finn‘s win last night!” His dad and Finn were watching the hockey game in the living room, screaming at the TV. He remembered when Carole made a celebratory dinner for him after winning Nationals. Finn had a playoff game that night, a his dad had gone with him. It was just him and Carole. If David wasn’t playing he would’ve come…at least Kurt liked to think he would’ve.

He got in the car and pulled out of the driveway. As he was lost in thought the whole way there, the drive seemed much shorter than it really was. He arrived at the coffee shop in what seemed like record time, but he didn’t see David’s car, which meant he was late. Again.

He waited for David for about a half hour, sitting at an outside table. Finally, David pulled up in a car with a bunch of his friends. He got out and called back to them, laughing. “Later, guys!” He came up to Kurt and sat across from him. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Kurt was not happy. David did this all the time. Blew Kurt off for his friends. He has plenty of time for his friends Kurt thought. As a matter of fact, he spent more time with his friends than he did with Kurt. Though sometimes Kurt had to admit he was thankful for that.

“What’s wrong?” Kurt knew better than to fall into this trap, he really did. But somehow he just couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth.

“You did it again,” he whispered.

“What?”

“You did it again.” This time, more confidence showed itself. “You blew me off again.” David was getting angry.

“Hey, I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yeah. A half hour late.” That made David crack.

“Nothing’s enough! I’m here, who cares if I’m late?! What right do you have to tell me where I have to be?” As he continued, his anger and his volume grew. Soon it felt like the whole block was staring at them. The feeling made Kurt uneasy, and the screaming embarrassed him. He could feel his face turn red. He got a strange desire to see Blaine, but he beat it back, knowing the notion was ridiculous. “You’re NOT my boss, Hummel! No one is!” With that, he got up and left, immediately on his cell phone. Probably calling his that friends that had just left to come back and get him.

Kurt ignored the many pairs of eyes on him, and got up to leave. He felt the eyes on him still as he walked to his car, but they all turned away when he got into the car. He couldn’t go back home. Not now.

He took a deep breath and took out his phone. He debated whether or not he was going to do it. He’d need an excuse if he did. He argued with himself silently for what must’ve been ten minutes. He finally decided to do it. He opened a new text message, going through his contacts for the right number, finally composing the text and pushing send.

Blaine, need some help with the homework. Meet me at the park in 15? The big tree by the swing set. -Kurt