"Blaine, come on!" Kurt called out giddily.

"Kurt, where are you going?" Blaine asked laughing.

Kurt was running rather quickly up a hill, giggling like a school girl while Blaine tried to catch up. He had somehow convinced Blaine to skip school for the day to drive three hours to the park his mother used to bring him to.

"Would you just come on?!" Kurt called back.

Blaine laughed as he quickened his pace, finally coming up on top of the hill. When he reached the top, his jaw dropped in awe. He was staring at a huge flower field; acres of beautiful wildflowers that went as far as he could see.

"Wow." Blaine said quietly.

Movement caught the corner of his vision so he turned to see that Kurt was no longer running, but walking a steady pace towards an oak tree. Blaine walked over to where Kurt was headed, smiling broadly at the beauty that surrounded him. When he reached the oak tree, Kurt was already sitting down comfortably with his eyes closed and his head leaning against the tree.

"My mom used to bring me here when I was little." Kurt told him.

Blaine took a seat next to Kurt and wrapped his arm around his waist. "It's beautiful, Kurt."

Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder, intertwined his fingers with Blaine's, and kissed him gently on the cheek.

"I haven't been up here since she died. Thank you for bringing me, Blaine. Thank you for always being here for me." Kurt said softly.

"I will always be here for you, Kurt; no matter what." Blaine whispered, leaving a small kiss on Kurt's forehead.

Kurt opened his eyes slowly and he could feel the moistness on his cheeks from crying. Blaine's arm was wrapped tightly around him and he could hear the soft snores indicating that Blaine was sound asleep. He looked up at the clock to see that it was only 7am. He didn't need to be awake for another hour since classes started at 9. He shifted in his bed, turning his body so he was face to face with Blaine. Kurt paid extra attention to the way Blaine's eyelashes laid beautifully on his face, the way his lips were slightly parted and so inviting, the way his curls were loose and free on his forehead. He is so gorgeous. Kurt thought back to the dream he just had, doing his best to hold back the tears. Someone as wonderful and amazing as Blaine would never want me. I'm too damaged; too used. He cautiously raised his hand to Blaine's hair, if only to touch the softness of his curls one time. Blaine instinctively leaned into Kurt's touch, moaning softly in contentment. It was all too much for Kurt; he felt like he was going to start crying again. Not because he was ashamed of himself like the night before, but because it pained him to know that Blaine would never be his. He slowly unwrapped Blaine's arm from around his waist and got out of bed. Might as well get ready for school.

When Blaine woke up an hour later, he was confused by the emptiness next to him. He looked around the room but found it empty and he didn't hear the shower running. Where did Kurt go? He sat up in the bed, stretched for a moment, and then ran his fingers through his hair. He suddenly got a wave of familiarity but wasn't quite sure where it came from.

Knock, knock. "Blaine, are you up?" Beatz called from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, Beatz, I'm up." Blaine replied with a yawn.

Beatz opened the door and looked at Blaine apprehensively.

"What's going on?" Blaine asked him.

"You mean other than the fact that Kurt cooked breakfast for all the Warblers this morning?" Beatz told him.

"Really?" Blaine asked in surprise.

"Yeah. Is he ok? He's quiet today." Beatz commented.

"He is?" Blaine asked sadly.

"Yeah; unusually so." Beatz said sighing.

"He had a rough weekend at home." Blaine told him. "I'm going to get ready and I'll meet you guys down there."

"Alright. Hurry up if you want some food. When I left David, Thad, and Jeff were on their third helping." Beatz said smirking.

"Yeah, alright. I'll be there." Blaine told him and walked into his bathroom to get ready.

Twenty minutes later, Blaine walked into the house kitchen to find most of the Warblers chatting idly while Kurt stood over the sink washing dishes. David, Nick, and Wes glanced up at Blaine with the same questioning look, what's wrong with Kurt? He shrugged at them with a small smile before walking over to the sink.

"Morning." Blaine said softly.

"Morning." Kurt replied quietly.

"Are you ok?" Blaine asked just loud enough for Kurt to hear.

"Fine." Kurt shrugged. "I saved you plate of food, it's in the microwave."

"Kurt, you didn't have to do that." Blaine assured him. "And you definitely didn't have to make breakfast for all the Warblers."

"I wanted to. It helps me clear my mind." Kurt told him with a sad smile.

"Ok." Blaine said, nodding in understanding.

"I'm going to get dressed for class." Kurt said sighing, turning the sink water off. "I'll see you guys later." He said to the remaining Warblers and walked off towards his dorm.

The day went by interestingly so. Kurt was quiet throughout all of his classes and lunch; he only spoke when spoken to and kept to himself all day. Several Warblers had asked Blaine if there was something wrong with Kurt and all he could say was that Kurt had a rough weekend at home. They took his answer as reason enough to leave Kurt alone but Beatz couldn't. He hadn't had a real chance to talk to Kurt since he got back but he knew that there was something wrong; something was different. When Kurt first arrived at Dalton, he was cautious and scared, but he talked. This Kurt however was quiet and sad; really sad at that and Beatz didn't know what to make of it. During their free period that afternoon, Beatz asked Kurt to study with him; he was hoping to get Kurt to open up to him since he hadn't with Blaine. Beatz knew that he hadn't because Blaine looked like a lost puppy all day. It seemed like every time that he tried to talk with Kurt, Kurt would make some excuse and leave. To say that Beatz was curious about what was going on was an understatement.

"Hey, Kurt, are you alright." Beatz had asked him once they were safely away in Beatz's dorm.

"Yeah, I'm alright." Kurt replied dully.

"Why don't I believe you?" Beatz questioned him.

Kurt chuckled to himself, catching Beatz off guard, before closing his book to look at Beatz intently. "Because you're ridiculously perceptive."

Beatz looked at Kurt curiously for a moment before shutting his book as well. "What's going on with you?"

"I guess I'll start from this weekend." Kurt shrugged. "I had a nightmare and I...wasn't strong enough." He said showing the new scars on his wrist.

"Kurt." Beatz scolded.

"I know, I know." Kurt said sadly. "That's not what's wrong though."

"...Ok. What is it then?" Beatz asked confused.

"When I got back and told Blaine, he...he let me cry on him. He was incredibly sweet about the whole thing and just...held me. I must have cried for hours yet there he stayed, holding me and singing to me. He's too wonderful for his own good." Kurt said with a small smile.

"So this is about Blaine?" Beatz asked.

"Yes, this is about Blaine." Kurt confirmed. "I dreamt about him last night, about us. We went to this park that mother used to take me to when I was little and we talked for a while and it was a beautiful dream." He said quietly while tears formed in his eyes.

"Ok, I'm still not seeing the problem here." Beatz pressed on.

"The problem Beatz, is the fact that it will never be more than a dream." Kurt said sadly. "Blaine is kind and sweet and caring and so wonderful. He's funny and talented and smart and he always knows what to say. He's...gorgeous, breathtakingly so and one day he's going to make a lucky man the happiest person in the world."

"And you want to be that man." Beatz said nodding.

"Yes." Kurt sighed. "I do, but it will never happen."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm broken. I'm used and disgusting and pathetic. Why would someone as amazing as Blaine want to be with me when he could easily find himself someone just as amazing as he is? I'll never be the guy that Blaine could be proud of; I'll never be the guy that he could show off. I'll always only be that pathetic guy who needs his friends to take care of him. Blaine deserves someone who's pure and beautiful, not someone who's been used like a cheap whore." Kurt said spitefully.

"That's it! Come on!" Beatz said irritably as he stood up from his desk. He grabbed Kurt's arm and drug him into the bathroom. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

"Seriously?" Kurt said in disbelief.

"You know what, no. Don't tell me what you see; I already know. Instead, I'll tell you what I see. I see a lost boy who's afraid. Afraid of the world, afraid of life, and afraid of love. I also see a boy with determination to boot and a good heart. Kurt, you are just as amazing and incredible as Blaine. What happened to you is not your fault; it does not make you disgusting, and it does not make you used. It just means you have a shitty past; everyone has their demons Kurt, no one is better than anyone else. Blaine would be more than lucky to have you. Don't you ever think that you don't deserve happiness and love Kurt because you do." Beatz said firmly.

Kurt heard his words, but he didn't believe them. "Thanks, Beatz." He shrugged.

"I know you don't believe me, Kurt, but you will." Beatz assured him.

"Let's just get back to studying." Kurt sighed and walked out of the bathroom.

Kurt had to admit that talking to Beatz made him feel better. Beatz had a way of making Kurt talk without him realizing that he was spilling soul. That was why Beatz was the only one that knew about his feelings for Blaine and that was why Kurt loved hanging out with him. Beatz never pushed Kurt to talk but he never really had to. Kurt found himself willingly opening up to him and dare he say it, he actually even trusted him. He found a friend in Beatz so quickly and he was genuinely glad for it.

By the time Warbler rehearsal ended, Blaine was a ball of nerves. Kurt had barely spoken to him all day and he was beginning to think that he did something wrong. He noticed a change in his demeanor after his free period, which Blaine knew Kurt spent with Beatz, and he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Kurt must have told Beatz whatever it was that was bothering him and Blaine felt sad that Kurt hadn't come to him. He knew it was silly to feel sad and jealous but he couldn't help it. He wanted to be the one Kurt spoke to; he wanted to be the one to comfort him. Now that rehearsal was over, there was nothing left to do but head back to the dorms for the night and Blaine was worried that Kurt would continue to shut him out. When he got back to the dorm, Kurt was already there reading a book on his bed.

"Hey." Blaine said when he walked in.

"Hey." Kurt replied, glancing up from his book for a second.

"Can we talk?" Blaine asked him.

"Sure. What's up?" Kurt asked, closing his book and putting it down.

"I don't know, you tell me." Blaine said softly as he sat on the edge of Kurt's bed.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked confused.

"Kurt, you've barely talked to me all day. Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?" Blaine asked sadly.

"No!" Kurt said quickly. "You didn't do anything wrong, I promise."

"But you have been avoiding me?" Blaine asked cautiously.

"...yeah. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I guess...I guess I was just embarrassed about last night." Kurt said quietly.

"Oh, Kurt." Blaine said softly, scooting over to Kurt. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, you know I would I never judge you."

"I know. I'm sorry." Kurt said sighing.

"It's alright. Can we go back to talking again? I missed you today." Blaine admitted shyly.

"Yeah, we can go back to talking." Kurt said smiling. "I...I missed you too."

Blaine's face lit up with a smile that made Kurt weak. There was no point in him denying his feelings for Blaine anymore. The way Blaine made him feel was something out of a romance novel and all Blaine had to do was smile. Kurt knew that he would never be able to be with Blaine because Blaine deserved so much more than him; he would never trade their friendship though. Blaine's friendship meant everything to him and he would take it over nothing any day.

They slept together in Kurt's bed again that night. Kurt knew that having Blaine there would help prevent his nightmares and Blaine knew that Kurt appreciated the comfort. They both secretly loved the cuddles and for the first time since they'd started sleeping together, their hands intertwined underneath the blankets. Neither one said anything when their hands met, but they didn't pull away either. They simply enjoyed the comfort and the possible promise of tomorrow.