"Hello Emma. How are things?"

"Good thank you. Yourself?"

"Good, so, why am I here today?" Burt asked sitting down. Kurt sat in the other chair waiting for the world to stop. The little counseling room had never seemed so threatening.

"Well, you're here because I'm worried by Kurt and I think he could use some support."

"Yeah, I've noticed that something's going on."

"Kurt would you like to tell you father what you told me on Friday?"

Kurt stayed silent.

"Kurt, I'm really worried. Could you give me permission to tell your father?"

Kurt knew Miss Pillsbury was being honest, she was a caring person, she probably was worried for him. He just didn't know a way out of this though. He must have nodded because Miss Pillsbury started talking.

"Well, on Friday I asked Kurt to come in and talk to me because he's been missing some lessons and he said to me.." Miss Pillsbury took a deep breath and Kurt stared at his hands. He didn't want to see what his fathers reaction would be.

"He said that he couldn't sleep because somebody kept coming into his room at night."

There was an awful silence. It was a full silence.

"What? Kurt?"

Burt sounded confused and a tiny bit worried.

Kurt kept staring at his hands, he took a deep breath.

"Kurt?" Miss Pillsbury said. "It's a worrying statement to make. This is a safe place Kurt, you can tell us anything here. Who is coming into your room at night? And why is it keeping you awake?"

"I.. nobody is coming into my room."

"Kurt, the sudden way you told me was very truthful."

"I.. I didn't mean literally. I meant...I meant in my dreams. The bullies, they come in my dreams and I can't sleep."

Miss Pillsbury tongue stuck out from between her lips and her eyes widened slightly.

"Oh! Right well, bullies, they can be difficult to deal with." Miss pillsbury said sitting back in her chair somewhere between shocked and relieved.

"Kurt, you never told me it was that bad." Burt sounded a little heartbroken.

"Well, yes if it's bothering you that much we have to come up with a plan of action."

"What are they doing to you Kurt?"

"There's one guy, he...he threatened to kill me."

"WHAT!"

"I..He.." Kurt sighed. There was no way he could get out of it now.

"That's it. Kurt, I'm taking you out of McKinley. I'm not letting you stay here if things are this bad."

Kurt found he couldn't argue. Maybe it was time to leave. But would it be better in any other school and how would he find friends as good as the ones he had here in glee club.

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"Mr Shue, I have an announcement to make."

Kurt stood at the front and looked across at the raised seats. His best friends in the world were in those seats. His only friends in the world. However annoying Rachel was, however bitchy Santana, however bad ass Puck they were his friends. They had competed with and against each other, they had competed together. They had laughed over coffee and cried over heartbreaks. They were there whenever he called them, they were oddballs but they were his beloved oddballs.

Kurt felt his eyes fill with tears. There would be weekends, probably but he wasn't going to get to see them everyday was going to miss them, dreadfully.

"I.." His voice trembled, "I'm sorry, but I'm leaving. I'm transferring to another school. I.. I'll miss you all."

"Kurt?" Mercedes said from in the crowd. Kurt looked over as realization sank into his friends, shock becoming evident on their faces.

"How can you do this to us just before sectionals?"

"Are you going to some kind of dolphin school?"

"Dude, what's going on?"

"Yeah Kurt, what arnt' you telling us?"

"I...I can't do this."

He ran.

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"Kurt, are you sure you're going to be alright?"

"Yeah Dad."

"I'm sorry I can't cancel the meeting tomorrow. Maybe Carol.."

"No Dad Carol has tickets to that play and she's been waiting for a week. I am not going to stop her. It took long enouth to convince her to go."

"Well, Finn.."

"You don't have to call Finn back he and Rachel are making up, or breaking up. I stopped listening but I get the feeling Rachel would moan at me for a month if I interrupted. Besides, I want to be on my own, I'm not going to have a nervous break down."

"Okay, I'll call the minute I get to Washington."

"Sure."

His Dad pulled him into a quick hug.

Kurt flung himself onto his bed and hoped he could just sleep, sweet oblivion was all he wanted at the moment. He felt defeated, he felt like the bullies had won. Yes, it had not been his idea to leave McKinley, but when his father had said he should change schools Kurt couldn't come up with an argument.

Sleep would not come. Kurt sighed and got up to look out his window, he looked out just in time to see his Dad and Carole drive away. He waved a couple of times and then turned to collapsed back on the bed.

He was on his own now. He thought it was what he had wanted but now in the stillness of his room all he wanted was somebody to sit next to him and make jokes that were entirely inappropriate for the moment or give him an inspiration speak to get out of his funk.

There was nobody he could call, all of his friends were in glee. If he called one of them all they would do was grill him about why he quit, maybe even leave him feeling guilty and that was the last thing he wanted.

He tried to put on the wicked soundtrack to distract him but it didn't work. Twenty minutes into sound of music and he was wish in Maria would fall of the hill, which was ridiculous. He went downstairs and he tried to cook a souffle, he gave up and had toast.

Finally he decided on having a shower and hoping that this feeling of defeat and depression and loneliness would wash away a little. The water ran down his back, Kurt had the sudden urge to turn it up as hot as possible and scold his skin.

Sensation. Was that what he needed, sensation to distract from emotion?

His hand reached around. He took a deep breath, did he want this? His dick twitched, the image of Blaine came into his mind. Those muscles in his arms, stretching and bunching as he supported himself above Kurt.

He let out a small groan and stroked his finger around his hole. It felt good. He started to push his finger in. It stung but for a second his mind was not on his failings in life.

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"Oh, Darling." Kurt woke up to a warm kiss on his shoulder and hands holding him securely.

"Can you read my mind?" Kurt asked with a sigh.

It was probably his depression that made him worry if he wasn't as close to Blaine as he had been thinking. If the apparent closeness was just Blaine picking though out of his mind.

"No. I can just tell you're stressed. Tell me about it?"

"No. I just want to forget." Kurt said with a sigh turning into Blaine's arms and nuzzling his nose up against the warm familiar skin. Blaine smelled of fresh forest.

For the first time in a very long day Kurt felt comfortable. The nerves he had been experiencing all day drifted away from him. He felt safe in Blaine's arms, he felt that even though he didn't know what was going to happen next in his life it would be okay because Blaine was going to hold him through it.

With that feeling he knew, he knew what he was willing to risk for knew what he was willing to give to Blaine. Anything, he would give anything to just keep him near.

"I just feel like I'm losing everything."

"You won't lose me."

"No, I never want to loose you."

Kurt spoke without much forethought. If he;d thought about it he probably wouldn't have the daring to speak.

"I was naked when I went to bed yesterday because I was fingering myself. I tried again today, I managed three fingers, two feels good the third hurt, especially when I moved them."

"God Kurt." Blaine groaned and Kurt could tell be the way his arms twitched that the confession had had an affect on Blaine. Kurt glanced up and saw Blaine with his eyes closed taking deep breaths. Perhaps he was trying to keep in control. Though Kurt did worry for a moment that he might have crossed a line.

"I'm naked tonight because want to feel your body close to me."

"Kurt, that.." Blaine swallowed and opened his eyes. "That's hot, but why are you telling me? I mean I don't mind, I.. I do it myself."

Breath. Kurt said to himself, after he realized that it had been a long minute since he had done just that and he was getting light headed. That... that.. thought... that picture in his head was the most intense thing ever. Blaine had a fantastic arse. It looked so squeezable. Blaine anted him so maybe it would be okay if he... Kurt slid his hand down Blaine's lower back. The smooth skin dipped downwards then back up to the perfect rounded muscles.

"Kurt." Blaine groaned and he pushed himself backwards into Kurt's palm.

Where did this daring and ant come from? He didn't understand it, he wasn't usually like this. Blaine was like a drug, hen he was away all he could think about as how much he wanted him and hen he was around all he wanted was to taste more, to get deeper into the sensations to know hat it as like to... He took a deep breath, ho many times would he realize this before he accepted it, he wanted sex. For the first time in his life he understood what it was to lust, that agitated desperate feeling deep under his skin. For the first time since he was a little child he knew what it as to be wrapped in arms that felt safe and warm and loving. For the first time he truly knew what it was like to not be alone, because he knew Blaine would look after him.

He just wanted him close. He leaned up and kissed him hungrily, he anted to try and tell Blaine everything he as feeling, he wanted him to feel the same. He didn't want to be on his own in this new adventure.

Blaine's breathless deep kiss assured him that he wasn't.

For a while the play of their tongues, the sweet taste of each others lips and the soft moans were enogth. But the need just kept building in Kurt, he was painfully hard, he wanted more. And he could have more, if he just let go of his insecurities and ideals. He didn't need slow romance, this itself could be perfect, he had an angel come into his room every night and sing soft songs to him when he felt sad. It was enogth, it was as close to a dream as reality could get or maybe as close to reality as a dream could get. It was enogth for him.

He shifted as quickly and smoothly as he could so that he as lying flat on his bed then he tugged at Blaine's shoulder until he caught on and moved over to support himself over Kurt. As Blaine leaned in to kiss him Kurt hooked his leg up over Blaine's lower back and pushed down. Blaine nipped his lip as he pulled away and rested his head in the crook of Kurt's neck.

"Kurt.."

"I want you closer." Kurt breathed.

Blaine nodded and lowered himself down till their bodies lined up along each others. Both let out equal groans as their hardness were pushed against warm welcoming skin. Blaine immediately began to attack Kurt's neck with his lips, nipping and sucking until Kurt felt his hole body start to tremble. There was just so much.

"Blaine, take me. Make me yours."

"Kurt?" Blaine's head snapped up and wide surprised eyes looked down at him.

"Make me forget."

"Kurt.. we haven't talked about any of this."

"We talked about it a couple of days ago didn't we?"

"I wanted you to put thought into it."Blaine said seriously, the affect of which was ruined by an involuntary bucking of his hips that made them both gasp at the sudden friction.

"I'm tired of thinking I just want to be. I just want to be yours."

Blaine nodded and kissed him gently, it was a kiss just like the first one they had ever shared soft and sweet and a little timid. It was a kiss that made Kurt's heart ache. Then he was sitting up and gently stroking his hands down Kurt's thighs. When he bended down to give soft little licks against the skin so close to Kurt's member Kurt pulled up his knees and let them fall open. Blaine's let out a startled and lustful groan as he looked upon Kurt's hole.

Blaine crawled back up Kurt's body kissing here and there as he did so taking his time, time that Kurt desperately needed to let the knowledge of what was going to happen settle in his mind. Blaine finally got lip to lip with Kurt again, he lovingly stroked his hair and his cheek and then kissed him once more before he lined his body up so that his dick was resting lightly against Kurt's ass.

"Yes. Yes, I want it."

The hurt. The pain took his breath away.

Sudden and invasive but he still felt a thrill at it. It was still what he wanted. A groan escaped his mouth.

He didn't understand. Everything was happening but a part of his mind wasn't taking it in.

Grunting and groaning breaths filled the small space between their mouths.

The heavy heat on top of him.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

The movement inside of him. Deep steady thrusts full of pleasure and pain and an intense quickening, an explosive power building inside of him.

It was rough, noisy, animalistic. But God, it felt so good. He had such a hunger for it. He grasped at every sensation like a starving man.

It was an unknown, there was too much of everything. He would come to pieces and loose himself entirely if it weren't for the luminous golden eyes that connected with his. The wild powerful thing he had called creature. The white wings spread out to full length above him filling everything Kurt could see with shiny white swirls.

Blaine's expression softened, his thrusting slowed and he bent to whisper gently.

"It's okay, I've got you."

"I love you." Kurt gasped.

Blaine let out a long groan. His hips bucked even more wildly and Kurt was aware of a growing heat inside of him before his dick was firmly encircled and in two swift movements the world stopped.

Pleasure rushed through him assaulting his body, it seemed to last and last and the brief thought that he would die because there would be no energy left in his body crossed his mind but did not panic him.

When the world seemed to make sense again there was a warm heavy body around his. His hands were already encircling Blaine's back and tracing patterns across warm leathery wing flesh. He reached up for Blaine's silky curls, he loved the feeling of them between his fingers.

"Did I hurt you?"

Kurt took stock of his body for a moment. There was only one way he could answer.

"Yes. But I don't mind."

And he didn't.
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Just as his minds starts to fold in on itself to welcome the warm darkness of natural and exhausted sleep he hears a words spoken.

"Dalton. Find me at Dalton."

He thinks he should open his mouth to question it but is asleep before he is able to.