Confrontation

"Uh, hey bro. Can I ask you something?" Finn said, peering around the door. Kurt quickly brushed away his tears.

"Yeah, okay." Kurt said trying to sound as normal as possible.

"You know that, Katie, girl?"

"Kayla. And, um, yeah." Kurt corrected Finn. Finn wasn't great when it came to remembering names; he thought Blaine's name was Blair for six months before Kurt starting obsessing over him.

"Puck kinda wants her number. I figured that if she hangs with Blaine, then you would know her." Finn said.

"Oh, she's taken." Kurt scowled.

"Shit, man. Who's the guy?" Finn replied, sounding just as pissed off as Kurt.

"B-Blaine..." Kurt whispered sounding deeply embarrassed.

"What the actual fuck!? Blaine, frickin', Anderson?!" Finn shouted.

"He realised his true feelings and said he was never gay. It doesn't matter anymore, I'm working on me. I don't need a man to make me feel good." Kurt said, trying to sound proud when he was really dying inside.

"So, so you're just gonna give up!? That is not the Kurt Hummel I know! Can't we do something to get revenge or something!?" Finn exclaimed.

"I don't need to, Finn! I don't want Blaine, I don't want anybody! I know I'm just gonna get hurt again!" Kurt yelled back before breaking down in tears.

"Hey, Kurt, stop it." Finn whispered as Kurt rested his head on Finn's broad shoulder. Finn slowly and carefully wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and held him tight. As he did so, he felt Kurt relax in his arms.

"Can't you just let us take care of him?" Finn asked.

"Do what you want. But don't get me involved." Kurt sighed. He knew that if he said no, Finn would just keep pestering and pestering until he went mad.

"Yes!" Finn whispered happily. Kurt smiled. He missed the feeling of somebody caring about him, and it was coming from his brother. He had so much more than Blaine, he had Rachel, Burt, Carole, Mercedes. Everyone in Glee. Maybe he didn't need Blaine anymore.

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Blaine walked along the familiar road which led to his house. He was happy. He didn't care that his homophobic father would be home. He'd found somebody. Somebody society would approve of. Somebody he loved.

"Hey, you!" A hooded figure called out to Blaine.

"Y-yes?" Blaine hesitated; where had he heard that voice before?

Blaine carried on walked, very slowly, in the direction of his house. He suddenly felt himself fall. Hard.

"What the-" Blaine was cut off by another hooded figure.

"Shut up, Anderson. We know what you did to Kurt." The hooded figure growled.

"Wait a second...Finn?! What-what are you doing!?" Blaine yelled.

"We could ask you the same thing."

And then it happened. Fists of fury and anger were pummelling his perfect face. He cried out, but was silenced by a overwhelming pain in his throat.

"This is what happens when you hurt one of our own. You pay." A hooded figure, which was obviously Sam, screamed at Blaine.

"I-I thought we w-were friends." Blaine choked out.

"We may be friends, but family comes first."

And then they left.