The air in the house was tense. Kurt sat down on the couch, his father in an arm chair. Kurt motioned for Blaine to sit down as well.

"Want to tell me where you and Ana went, Kurt?" Kurt looked at Blaine.

"A friend invited us out to shop, we lost track of time." Kurt's father nodded.

"And you didn't think to call?" Kurt shook his head.

"We were having fun." Blaine raised an eyebrow. Kurt had fun with him?

"Well, at least I know you two were okay." He looked at Blaine. Blaine could tell this was all an act. Just a show to put on for the stranger, then it'd be back to yelling and drinking and fear. Just like Blaine's home. "So, who is this?" Blaine cleared his throat.

"I'm Blaine, a friend of Kurt's." Kurt nodded.

"He's the one who took me to that Glee thing." Kurt's dad nodded.

"Nice to meet you, Blaine. I'm Burt." The older male held out his hand to Blaine. "Sorry about my mood earlier. I was just worried about my kids."

Reminder Blaine: Don't trust him.

Blaine smiled, and took the man's hand. Acting classes really paid off. "Nice to meet you too. It's fine. I get it. My dad would've freaked out too." Burt nodded.

"Kurt, can I talk to you in the kitchen?" Burt asked. Kurt nodded, standing up and following his father into said room. Kurt stopped in the doorway.

"Blaine, you can head upstairs to my room. It's the first room on the left." Blaine stood up and followed Kurt's directions, leaving the two to talk.

Kurt's room was.. Nothing like he expected it to be. There were a lot of boxes around, clearly he hadn't finished unpacking. One thing caught his eye. A photograph on the table next to the bed. Kurt, his father, a woman, and a young baby. He moved closer to look, frowning when he realized that it was Kurt's mother. He wondered where the beautiful woman was. Why he didn't see her around.

Another thing got his attention, a piece of paper. There was an elegant script written on it, obviously written with care. Blaine knew it was wrong to go through someone's personal belongings, but he couldn't help himself. He unfolded it, discovering that it was a small conversation. Two different handwritings.

"Will you still love me when I'm gone?"

"Count the stars."

Blaine glanced at the door. Was this Kurt and someone else? Did Kurt have someone back before he came to Ohio? Was Kurt in a relationship? There had to be something if Kurt kept this note. He quickly returned the note to it's original spot when he heard footsteps. He moved away from the nightstand, looking at the door as it opened.

Kurt walked in. He closed the door behind him with a sigh.

"Sorry about that. I know my dad can get.. Intense. He just worries about me." Blaine nodded. Excuses. Blaine made them all the time to people who just didn't understand. Who wouldn't get it, or who just brushed it off and away as if it were nothing.

"I get it. My dad's like that too." He hoped Kurt got his hidden meaning, that Kurt could talk to him about it because Blaine got it. He truly got the hatred of a parent.

"So, did you continue being a creep?" Kurt asked with a smirk. "Did you snoop around and go through my underwear drawer." He climbed onto the bed, and leaned his back against the headboard, pulling his knees to his chest. Blaine laughed, shaking his head.

"I didn't touch anything." He lied. Kurt watched him for a moment and he was almost scared that Kurt could see right through the lie, but Kurt just chuckled and ducked his head.

"Sorry, paranoid. I'm used to Ana who has no boundaries." He motioned to the bed. "Have a seat." Blaine did. "Tell me about yourself, Blaine. If you are so keen on being my friend."

Blaine thought for a moment. What could he tell Kurt?

"I'm captain of the cheerios-"

"Obviously." Kurt laughed.

Blaine laughed with him, "Yeah. I live with my dad and mom, and my older brother." Kurt nodded. "I'm also gay."

Kurt looked down. "Oh.."

"Is that a problem?" Please let it not be.

Kurt shook his head, "No. I am too." Kurt looked over at the nightstand. Blaine swallowed thickly as he followed the gaze to the note.

"What's that? If I may ask." He said quickly.

Kurt picked it up, unfolding it in his lap and pressing it to his legs. "Just a stupid conversation between me and a friend." He said, shoving it under his pillow. "It's nothing."

It wasn't nothing if Kurt still kept the note.

"My best friends are Tina and Sam. I'm also the captain of Glee Club." Kurt looked at him. "Why don't you tell me about you?" Kurt shrugged.

"Not much to me. Kurt Hummel, senior. I'm.. Nineteen. Gay. I have a dad and a sister." Blaine raised an eyebrow at him.

"Nineteen? Shouldn't you have graduated?" Kurt nodded.

"Yeah, I had to repeat my senior year after missing some of my classes." That was a story that Blaine was eager to find out about.

"What happened to your mom?" Kurt's expression immediately changed.

"She died after Ana was born." Kurt's voice was void of emotion. It hurt Blaine to hear that.

"I'm so sorry." Kurt shook his head.

"It happened a long time ago."

"What do you like to do for fun?" Kurt shrugged.

"I do a lot of things." Blaine looked around the room. It was very bare, not much emotion behind anything. If Kurt wasn't in there, you'd think that no one lied there at all. "That Glee Club thing was.. Interesting. Stupid though as well." Blaine frowned. "I mean, a bunch of teenagers singing all the time? Completely lame."

"It's a way for us to get out our emotions about things. We sing to each other and get everything out in the open. It's.. Therapeutic." Kurt looked down.

"Therapeutic? I had a therapist for a while after my mom died. She basically told me to get over it. Therapy isn't something I believe in anymore."

Blaine nodded, "Okay.. It's not for everyone, but that doesn't mean it's lame."

Kurt looked at him. "To each their own. Doesn't mean I'll ever come back to it."

Blaine was about to say something before his phone rang. He gave Kurt an apologetic smile before answering.

"Where are you?"

Blaine let out a heavy sigh, then looked at Kurt. "I'm at a friend's house, Dad. But, I'm about to leave." Kurt frowned. His Dad hung up immediately.

"Everything alright?" Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded, "Yeah, just my dad gets upset if I'm not at home on time. And, though I was supposed to stay with Tina this weekend, apparently I have to go home." He stood up. "It was nice hanging out with you, Kurt."

Kurt stood up as well. "Yeah, it wasn't that bad." Blaine grinned. "We should do it again some time." Blaine smiled more, if that was even possible.

"I'd love that."

Kurt reached over to his bedside table, pulling out a pad of paper. He flipped the pages until he found a blank one, writing something down on it. He handed it to Blaine. "Here. Call me some time. We can.. Do something." Blaine took the paper and put it in his pocket as Kurt climbed back onto the bed.

"I will." Blaine said as he headed for the door. "See you later, Kurt." He left the Hummel house quickly. Even the yelling of his dad couldn't bring him down.