"I'm sorry Mr. Hummel without the names and facts and somebody to back up Kurt's claims I am afraid there is nothing I can do. My hands are tied in these matters, there is a lot of he said she said that goes on in this school and If I investigated every claim of bullying I received it would be a waste of time and resources." Figgins sat back in his chair.

"Are you honestly telling me that if a student comes to you claiming that they are being locked in closets by another student there is nothing you can do about it." Burt's voice was two tones down from shouting. Kurt hated that he was causing this level of stress to his father. Burt glanced at Kurt, annoyance on his face.

"Come on Kurt, you must at least know the names of these guys. You can't tell me that they've been bullying you for months and you've never stopped to find out their names."

Kurt slowly shook his head.

"As I said Mr. Hummel. There is nothing I can do about it. Now if this happens again and one of Kurt's friends is witness to it then they can both come to my office with the offenders name and we can set up a detention or a session with the guidance councilor for that student."

"So you're basically not going to do anything?"

"Of course I am going to do something Mr. Hummel, I am not just headmaster because the Ohio school board needed a little more color. I am going to make a note of your complaint and inform Mrs. Pillsbury so she can provide support for Kurt. We will set up a meeting in a month to see if the situation has changed. But until then perhaps Kurt can do a little more to blend into the background and not draw so much negative attention to himself."

"What are you saying that this is his fault? My kid does not need to blend into the background, he has the right to express himself in anyway he pleases whether that's through singing stuff from Loyd Webbs."

"Andrew Loyd Webber." Kurt automatically corrected.

"Or wearing knee length jumpers then that's up to him." Burt stood up.

"Thank you for your time Mr. Figgins." Burt said obviously not meaning a word of it. "Come on Kurt."

Kurt followed his father out into the corridor.

Burt turned around to look at him. They stood silently looking at each other for a few moments.

"Kurt, I got the feeling that you were being less than fully honest in there, that's when you did speak."

Kurt didn't answer.

" I want to help you. I don't understand why you are avoiding this. I know that there's something going on that you're not telling me. I thought that we were trying to be more open and honest with each other. I thought you and I were going to try looking out for each other."

Kurt sighed, he hated disappointing his father. This had passed worrying him but he still didn't want to tell Figgins. He could still feel the beating he had received the last time he had told a teacher. He couldn't have that happen again.

"Kurt please?"

Kurt sighed. "I'm sorry Dad."

Burt ran his hand over the back of his could tell that he wanted to say more but was holding himself back.

"I need to get to the garage. Are you going to be okay?"

Burt shook his head as he walked down the corridor.

"I'm here if you ever need me Kurt. All you have to do is ask."
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When Kurt walked into the choir room Rachel was already leaning over the piano talking into Mr. Handles ear. Kurt rolled his eyes and went straight to Mr. Shue.

"Mr. Shue, I realize that Rachel is about to give us another highly emotional and personal number like she does every week but I would like a chance to sing."

Mr. Shue was about to say something and then he paused and looked at Kurt.

"Okay." He said. "Rachel, Kurt goes first."

"But Mr. Shue.."

"No buts Rachel, if somebody else wants to express themselves then they should get the opportunity to do so."

Kurt went up to the piano, he hadn't really thought about what he was going to sing but a song came into his mind that he felt like singing. He checked with the pianist whether he knew it. He did.

"I'd like to sing to you today." Kurt said standing up at the front and looking across at his friends. He felt so separated from them now. He didn't know why, perhaps it was because of their happiness, he just wasn't a part of it anymore.

"Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score..
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are looking for?"

Nothing existed just the song. He forgot about his friends and he forgot about Blaine and he forgot about Karofsky and just let all the emotions out.

"Another hero - another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line!
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on!Yeah!
Inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile, still, stays on!

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache - another failed romance.
On and on...
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess i'm learning
I must be warmer now..
I'll soon be turning, round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!

The Show must go on!
The Show must go on! Yeah,yeah!
Ooh! Inside my heart is breaking!
My make-up may be flaking...
But my smile, still, stays on!
Yeah! oh oh oh

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends!

The Show must go on! Yeah!
The Show must go on!
I'll face it with a grin!
I'm never giving in!
On with the show!

I'll top the bill!
I'll overkill!
I have to find the will to carry on!
On with the show!
On with the show!

The Show must go on."

As his song finished he came back to reality. And to his stunned looking friends, after a pause they clapped loudly.

"Let me just say Kurt that that was the most emotional song you've sung since 'I want to hold your hand'. Rachel said standing up.

Kurt didn't respond.

"It was something." Mr. Shue said.

"I think you should be more encouraging Mr. Shue. If Kurt is ever going to make it on the stage he has to work on the emotionality of his performances and he's obviously been doing that."

Kurt went and sat down. Mike leaned over him.

"That was good Kurt."

"Thank you."

If Kurt was asked later then he wouldn't be able to say what had happened during glee. He must have made some of the right comments as he remembered saying something that made everybody laugh and Mercedes give him five, but it was all an act with the barest amount of energy that he could manage.

"Kurt, a moment please." Mr. Shue shouted as Kurt was walking out at the end of session. Kurt sighed and walked over, waiting as the rest of the class left.

"That was an unusual song choice for you, well done for stepping out of your comfort zone." Mr. Shue took a deep breath. "It was very emotional."

"That's a good thing though, right?"

"There was just something about the way you were singing it Kurt. Are you okay?"

"Why does everybody keep asking me that?"

"Because they're worried about you, because they can tell somethings wrong."

"Nothings wrong."
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"My darling Kurt."

Kurt felt fingers card through his hair as he heard the voice soft with wonder whispering to him. He reached out and twisted fluffy curls around his fingers.

"I'm surprised you're here."

"It did take you a long time to go to sleep."

"Were you watching?"

"I don't know if you've noticed this but I do kind of have the power to make people go to sleep."

"You would make a fortune as a nanny."

Kurt heard Blaine's throaty laugh and felt him shift on the bed to sit beside him.

"Yeah I guess I would at that, but who needs a fortune?"

"Um.. most people. At least those without wings who actually go out in the daylight."

"Again, how do you know I don't go out in the daylight? All these assumptions Kurtie."

Kurt opened his eyes and smiled at the familiar handsome face bending over him.

"One, these..." Kurt reached out and stroked the edge of one leather wing. He was pretty sure that Blaine shivered a little when he did so. "Are going to be very noticeable in the daylight and I haven't seen any news reports about demons walking around."

"So, I'm a demon today."

"Secondly don't call me Kurtie Blainers."

"How do you know I don't like being called Blainers?"

"Blainey Blainers Blainenessa Blainelinda."

"Kurt." Blaine took Kurt's hand. "I'm not a girl."

Blaine guided Kurt's hand over to his groin. Kurt's eyes followed it and landed on that one part of Blaine's anatomy he was always trying to ignore. That thick length with the little curve upwards, the trim head with the glistening precum coming out of the opening. The ridge, so perfect, the thick vain running down the side twisting slightly under the dark skin. Kurt found himself wondering what that ridge and vain would feel like under his tongue. Then he mentally slapped himself for thinking that.

Blaine's eyes twinkled as if he knew exactly what was going on through Kurt's mind and then he did what he had obviously been meaning to do and gently guided Kurt's hand to his cock. It was hot and thick and twitched slightly under Kurt's fingers. Then quickly, too quickly for Kurt's liking Blaine was lifting his hand off and up to his mouth where he grazed his lips along Kurt's knuckles.

"See not a girl."

"Please be real."

Blaine stared at him his honey eyes sad. He placed his hand behind Kurt's head and leaned his forehead against his.

"Please be mine."

"I am yours."

"Prove you are mine and I'll prove I am real."

"I am yours."

Blaine's lips were on Kurt's, kissing him deeply.

"Have I distracted you?" He asked when he pulled away.

"What?"

"You were stressed, have I distracted you."

Kurt let out a small sarcastic laugh.

"Yeah right up until then you did. Are you always going to use your dick to distract me?"

"Yes."

Kurt laughed and curled up onto his side so that he could watch Blaine.

"Can we just talk? About normal stuff and not about my problems."

"If that's what you want." Blaine answered laying down beside him curling his body up so that he was mere inches from Kurt but not touching.

"What do you do with your days."

Blaine shook his head.

"Sorry Kurt, I can't tell you that. Not till I know you're mine,it'd be too dangerous."

Kurt nodded. He could allow that, he just wanted Blaine to stick around for longer.

"hat about music, you like music, can we just talk about music?"

"Sure." Blaine smiled. "What do you think of Lady Gaga's new album?"

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked." Kurt smiled.