"Stop! Please stop running, Im not going to hurt you!" Blaine yelled after the boy as he chased him down the path and into Maxwell house. But Blaine had fallen behind and once he burst through the doors the other boy was gone.

"Intruder!" One of the Maxwell snobs shouted as Blaine stopped in the entrance. Blaine was slightly confused as to why the Maxwell commons looked like a library.

"Oh fuck off." Blaine disregarded the angry students and marched right up to former Warbler Sebastian.

"Blaine. How can I help you? You do realize this isnt the Warbler house right? Or are you finally taking me up on my offer?" Sebastian asked coolly, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Where did that boy go?"

"Who? You mean Kurt? Oh, hes no one." Said another kid sitting to Sebastians right.

"What the fuck is wrong with you people? Do you just ignore everyone? Somethings wrong and you dont care! Just tell me what dorm hes in!" Blaine was getting antsy. There was a horrible feeling in his gut telling him to find that boy, Kurt. Blaine banged his fist on the table, frustrated.

"Calm it Anderson. Hes in room seven." Blaine was off in an instant, weaving through the shelves and up the stairs to Kurts dorm. He didnt bother to knock and rushed through the door.

Kurt was nowhere in the room. "Kurt?" He heard a strangled sob cry out in the bathroom. He scrambled to the door, glad it wasnt locked, and found Kurt leaning against the wall holding a knife, point fixed over his heart. "NO! STOP!" He lunged at the ground toward Kurt, reaching for the knife.

Kurt simply dropped it to the floor and started crying, curling up into Blaines arms. "I wanted it to stop." He moaned.

"Its okay, just breathe." Blaine held the weeping boy and rubbed his back. "What needs to stop?"

"Get him off of me." Kurt curled up even more if it was possible. He was clutching his legs to his chest, head buried in his knees.

"Its just me, Blaine. No one is going to hurt you. Youre safe." This sad broken boy. Who would harm such a beautiful person?

Kurt frantically grasped at his neck, feeling for the necklace. "Make it stop." He whined again. The flashback episodes still werent stopping.

Blaine knew there was only one way to make it stop. So he sang the song his mother would sing to him when he was sick.

Just thinkin about tomorrow

Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow til theres none

When Im stuck with a day thats grey and lonely

I just stick up my chin and grin and say

The sun will come out tomorrow

So you gotta hang on

til tomorrow, come what may!

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow

Youre always a day away!

When Im stuck with a day thats grey and lonely

I just stick up my chin and grin and say

The sun will come out tomorrow

So you got to hang on til tomorrow, come what may!

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow

Youre always a day away

Tomorrow, tomorrow I love ya tomorrow

Youre always a day away

The tears and flashbacks had stopped and Kurt was feeling marginally safer. He looked up at the person who was holding him. He saved my life.

"You... thank you." Kurt wasnt sure how to go about this. He was cuddled up in another boys arms and, oh god, he left a big wet splotch on his shirt from his tears.

"Its okay. I... do you wanna go sit down and talk or something?" Blaine was getting a little flustered.

"Yeah." Kurt got up, a little unsteady on his feet, and led Blaine to his bed. Awkward.

"I uh, Im Blaine." 

"Kurt." They shook hands, not making the situation any less awkward by formally introducing themselves.

"I feel like I should tell someone, but I... I dont really know what to do. You were just about to..."

"No. Dont tell anyone."

"Well we cant just forget about it. Can you at least tell me whats wrong?" Blaine scooted up on Kurts bed, moving to sit cross-legged.

"I dont know. I woke up from a nightmare, but it didnt stop."

"What was the nightmare about?" Blaine asked he wasnt asking too much.

"It was more of a flashback. But thats all I can say." Kurt tentatively looked up at Blaine. His face was full of worry and fear.

"Okay. What do you want me to do?"

"I dont know. But really, thank you. I dont know what I wouldve done if you werent there."

"Lets not think of what ifs. Do you... do the people here just ignore you?"

"Yes. But theyre a bunch of snobs so I ignore them too." He let out a weak laugh.

"Doyouwannagotomydorm?" Blaine rattled off. This is awkward. Im awkward. Jesus Christ I am so screwed. That just sounded all kinds of messed up.

"What?"

"Do you maybe want to go back to the Warbler house with me? I just dont want you to be alone and all the guys there are awesome and I think it would just be a safer idea." Blaine asked, still talking unbelievably fast.

"Sure."

"Really?"

"Well I dont want to be alone either. So yeah."

"Okay, I wasnt expecting a yes, but if we wanna make curfew we have to go now." Blaine checked the time on his phone, 7:57.

"Lets take the back door. I dont feel like dealing with Sebastian right now."

"Ha, yeah. I dont either."

The two boys quietly slipped out the back door quietly, keeping to the trail as they walked to the Warbler house. They never said a word and instead kept to their thoughts. Blaine was busy trying to figure out the best way to tell his friends about Kurt without them getting the wrong idea. Kurt was still in shock about everything. But what perplexed him the most was the fact that he started to sing. Kurt hadnt sang since his mother was alive. Even at glee club, Kurt just sat there as an observer. He only was a part of the club because Finn and his friends were there. But something in Blaine just made Kurt forget all about that.

They arrived at the Warbler house just as the bell for 8:00 curfew rang. Blaine opened the large doors and let Kurt go in first, being as gentleman-like as possible. The warbler common room was about the same size as the one in Maxwell, but it looked much different. Kurt felt comforted just by looking at it. Dead center was a large grand piano, to his left was a large comfy couch and another one diagonally across the room. To his left was a few circular tables and three or four bookshelves, and in the far left hand corner was the kitchen and dining room area, along with a door. Where does that door go to? There isnt one in the Maxwell commons.

A group of boys were clustered around something wedged between the two stair cases. "Hey guys, whats up?" Blaine walked over to them and Kurt followed, lagging behind a bit.

"We got a fish!" A tall blonde kid said excitedly. "Like a real live fish! In water!"

"Cool. Whats its name?"

"I want to name it Winston, but Nick thinks that its a Riccardo." The blonde kid continued.

"Jeff, hes totally named Oliver." Another student added.

"Thads right. As Warbler house prefect, I hereby name the fish Oliver." Blaine said, a little dramatically.

"Thats just because- whos the new kid?" Jeff asked, the fish totally forgotten.

"Uh, this is Kurt, from Maxwell."

When Blaine said Maxwell Jeff took an exaggerated step back. "Are you sure hes not a spy?" Jeff was now hiding behind Nick.

"Jeff youre being rude." Scolded an Asian kid who was watching the scene unfold from the top of the stairs. "But I would like to know why you brought a Maxwell boy back."

"Kurts not a spy, and the pompous Maxwell asses were treating him like crap. I met him in the library, and he can really sing, so I thought maybe he could just hang here for a bit."

 "You should join the Warblers! Anyone who can sing and hates the Maxwell jerks belong here with us." Jeff walked over to Kurt. "Im Jeff. Thats Nick, Thad, David, and Wes." He pointed out each of his fellow Warblers as he excitedly shook Kurts hand. "And youve already met Blaine." He added flirtatiously with a wink. "Can you sing for us?!"

All of Jeffs energy was a little surprising to Kurt, who just stood there silently. He had no intentions of ever joining the Warblers, and now he was being asked to sing. In front of people. Kurt was still trying to comprehend how he sang with Blaine.

"Calm down Jeff. Im going to show Kurt my room and let him decide what he wants to do."

"Alright then, you two do that. Just keep it down, okay? The walls are thin." Thad teased, and Blaine just glared at him over his shoulder as he led Kurt to his room.

"Sorry about that, Jeff and Thad can get ahead of themselves sometimes. You can use the extra bed tonight since I dont have a roommate." Blaine walked over to his dresser while Kurt looked around, and sure enough, only half the room looked lived in.

"You have a whole double room to yourself?"

"Yeah, prefect privilege. But it gets lonely in here so I spend most of my time downstairs. You can wear my pajamas, unless thats weird."

"All normal boundaries were erased when I cuddled in your arms. So no, its not weird."

"Aw, dont say that. You needed comforting. Im always willing to help a friend in need."

"Friend?"

"Yeah, you said it yourself. All normal people boundaries have been crossed. That means you are now officially my friend. Ill leave the room to you while I go kill Thad. Well be downstairs once youre done." Blaine left with a perky smile.

Blaine found Thad and the guys playing Mario Kart in the game room, and Blaine didnt hesitate to start beating Thad up with a pillow.

"Blaine... stop. Cmon, I was in first place."

"Sorry, but you deserved it."

"You brought a boy home, Blaine. What was I to assume?"

"Anything other than that!" Blaine threw the pillow at Thad, settling on the floor with the others. "You dont know what happened."

"Then why dont you tell us, Blaine." David said from his spot at the foosball table across from Wes.

"I... I dont think I should."

"If you dont tell us Ill make sure the servers in the cafeteria make you two heart shaped pancakes for breakfast tomorrow." Wes said, followed by an excited "Yes!" as he scored a point.

"You wouldnt."

"I so would."

"Fine Ill tell you. But you cant tell Kurt I did."

"We wont." Thad promised.

"When I saw him in the library he was like crying and stuff. He didnt even notice me when I was right across from him, talking. He kept asking for it to stop, and I didnt know what was wrong. So I sang to him."

"Oh Blaine, you didnt." Wes face-palmed.

"Oh shut up. But it worked he stopped freaking out. But then he ran away from me, and I chased him to Maxwell dorm."

"Blaaiinne." Wes groaned. "I cannot believe you chased him. He probably thinks youre some creep and is escaping out the back door right now."

"No, when I got to him in his room-"

"You went into the Maxwell dorm?! How are you alive?" Jeff asked.

"I honestly dont know. I even had to talk to Sebastian."

Nick groaned and hid his face under a pillow. "Blaine you have to say he-who-must-not-be-named."

"Sorry Nick. After nearly punching he-who-must-not-be-named in the face, I found Kurt in his bathroom. He was going to... he had a... he couldve."

"Use your big boy words, Blainers." David said as he took a seat in the little circle that had formed around Blaine.

"He had a knife. Over his heart."

There were many audible gasps as the Warblers faces contorted with worry and fear.

"He was going to kill himself?" Jeff asked.

"I stopped him, but thats what happened. He was having some sort of weird flashback episode thing that wouldnt stop. He wouldnt tell me what it was about, but he said ‘get him off of me, so I think Kurt was bullied or abused or something."

"Oh, Blaine. Im so sorry." Thad hugged Blaine as he apologized.

"Its fine. But I dont know about Kurt. Thats why I brought him back. He can really sing and I think I might be able to convince him to join the Warblers. The snobs at Maxwell just ignore him and hes all alone. I dont think he has any friends here."

"Well thats gonna change. Go get Kurt and well have him play Mario Kart or something with us. He needs to know that were his now." David picked up an extra Wii remote and started fixing the pillows around the TV. "Time for an official Warbler Wii Tournament guys!"

It took a while for Kurt to warm up to the Warblers, but once he did, he had a lot of fun with them during the Wii tournament. He showed off his secret ninja skills at Mario Kart and whooped all their asses, winning first place in all of the rounds he participated in. By the end of the night they were all exhausted and Kurt fell asleep comfortably in Blaines room, and for once wasnt awoken in the middle of the night by a nightmare. The next morning he groggily awoke to a tray of heart shaped waffles on his lap.

"What the? Blaine?"

"Hmm?" Blaine was just waking up too, and he was also surprised by the waffles. "Oh shit. I am going to literally kill Wes"

"Uh, okay. Well you go do that then, while I enjoy these." Even though Kurt was still struggling with his anorexia, he felt at home here with Blaine. So he dug in to the mountain of strawberries, syrup, and waffles. Blaine on the other hand, made his way down the stairs to carry out his threat on Wes life.

"Are you kidding me, Wes? Heart shaped waffles? You promised!" Blaine was fast approaching Wes, who sat on the couch reading a book.

"Here!" Jeff tossed Blaine a nerf gun and Blaine didnt hesitate to open foam fire on Wes.

"Ah! Stop it! I lost my page!" Wes was defending himself with a flimsy pillow, but it did no use. Once Blaine ran out of ammo, he just used the pillow as a weapon. After a good five minutes of cushioned warfare, the boys flopped on the couch exhausted.

"Seriously though. You said you wouldnt do that."

"I promised I wouldnt make heart shaped pancakes. Nobody said anything about waffles."

"Damn technicalities."

"You should check on your sweet attentive lover, though. Hes all alone in your room."

Blaine whacked Wes with the pillow once more before going back up the stairs.

Kurt wasnt in the room when Blaine got back. Instead, Blaines pajamas that Kurt had borrowed were neatly folded on the spare bed and a note was on top. The note read

Thanks for everything, I had a lot of fun with you and the Warblers. Please tell Wes I liked the waffles. I promised my dad I would come home today and if I didnt leave now I would be late.

See you on Monday,

     Kurt

Shit. Blaine ran down the hall and down the stairs that led to the back door. He didnt care that he wasnt wearing any shoes and that he was still in his pjs. He wasnt letting Kurt go that easily. Luckily when Blaine made it out the door Kurt wasnt too far away and he sprinted to catch up.

"Kurt! Wait up! Jesus the ground is cold."

"Blaine?" Kurt stopped walking and turned around. "Did you read the note? I have to go, my dad is expecting me home by noon."

"Yes... But..." Blaine was still trying to catch his breath, running was not his strong suit. "You really need to stop... running away... from me. This is the... second time. Wooh, I am so out of shape." Blaine was leaned over, resting his hands on his knees, still winded.

"I cant stay. Really."

"Please." Blaine whined using his best sad puppy face.

"Oh, but, I... fine." Kurt reached into his pocket for his phone, dialing his dads number.

"Hey bud, you on your way?" Burt answered.

"Actually dad, I think Im going to stay here this weekend. I have a crap load of homework and make-up work, and I made some friends who really want me to stay."

"We were anxious to see you kiddo, but it sounds like youre having fun and Im really glad youre making friends. You have to come home next weekend though, or I swear Carole will drive up there herself to make sure youre wearing youre coat."

Kurt laughed at Caroles worry; she was so sweet to him. "Tell Carole Im wearing my coat even though its only September. And tell Finn I miss him. And I miss you too dad."

"I miss you too. Now go and have fun with your friends. Bye."

"Bye dad, love ya."

"Love you too kiddo. Bye." Burt ended the call and Kurt turned to Blaine who was hoping from foot to foot.

"You cold?"

"Lets just get inside. My feet are cold."

As the group of boys were leaving the cafeteria after lunch, Blaine took Kurts hand and pulled him out a different door.

"Where are we going?"

"Its a surprise."

"I dont like surprises."

"Well get over that because youll love this one." They were walking past the back parking lot and towards a group of little greenhouses that looked forgotten.

"You wanted to show me some greenhouses?"

"No, silly. This." As they walked around the corner, Blaine gestured to the large and beautiful garden. 

"Thats... beautiful."

"I know, cmon." Blaine pulled Kurt through the gate and to a far little corner where there was a lone bench.

"Does anyone come here anymore?" Kurt observed how natural the landscaping looked. Nothing was trimmed and everything just flowed into one another, flowers of all kinds meshing together and intertwining, like and artists mixing pallet.

"Other than me, I dont think so. I come here when I need to get away from everyone and everything. Its a beautiful escape from reality; to just lose yourself in the sights and smells."

And thats what the two boys did. They talked about everything and nothing, just enjoying one anothers company.

"Can I ask you something?" Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine.

"Sure. As long as I can ask something too."

"Okay. Well, is everyone here gay?"

Blaine let out a small laugh. "No, no. I am and so are a few others, but not everyone."

"Nick and Jeff... are they together?"

That made Blaine really laugh, to the point where you could no longer see his eyes and his nose was all scrunched up. "No... well I think so, and so does everyone else, but they deny it. You never really know with them. One minute they refuse to talk to each other because theyve had some stupid fight and I have to let one of them use my spare bed, and the next theyre sharing a sleeping bag ‘for warmth. Who knows?" Blaine was still laughing a bit, filing that moment away to share with the others.

"Whats your question?"

"I want to know who hurt you." The atmosphere changed in an instant, even a random onlooker wouldve seen how the air around them visibly stiffened.

"I... I cant."

"Please Kurt." Blaine turned to face Kurt completely, taking both of the other boys hands in his. "You are one of the most interesting people Ive ever met. Youre kind and gentle, a graceful little butterfly. But someone hurt you. One of your frail little wings is broken, and I want to who is keeping you from flying."

Kurt just gaped at Blaine like an idiot. That was the single most elegant thing anyone had ever said to him. Blaine cares; he really, truly, honestly, cares.

"His name is Karofsky." Kurt had to look away. The raw emotion in Blaines eyes was so powerful, it was eating through all of his walls, making Kurt forget about all the treats that loomed over his life. "He was my foster brother."

Blaine inhaled sharply at the startling new revelation. Kurt was a foster kid?

"He bullied me for several reasons, but mostly because Im gay.

Blaine was surprised again at the new information, not about the gay part, because he already had his assumptions, but at the fact that Kurt trusted Blaine enough to him all of this.

"Thats all I can say."

"Oh, Kurt." Blaine pulled him into a tight hug, trying his hardest to communicate all the hurt he felt for him. Kurt just fell into the much needed embrace. "Can I ask something else?"

"I guess." Blaine was glad that Kurt wasnt totally closing himself off and was still willing to answer more questions.

"Will you join the Warblers?"

"What?!" Kurt stared at Blaine like he was crazy. "I. Dont. Sing."

"I beg to differ. In case you forgot, you were absolutely stunning when you were singing with me in the Library."

"Still dont sing."

"Kurt, please. If you join the Warblers you can move in with us and get away from the Asswells."

Kurt giggled at the creative insult to the Maxwell residents. The offer was very appealing.

"And if you join your schedule can get changed around so you dont have to have classes with them. The Warblers are your friends. All of them."

"But I dont like to sing in front of people."

"You may not believe it, but neither did I. If you say yes I can treat you to a secret about me that no one else knows. Except the people watching me on stage that night." Blaine shivered a little at the memory. "Youll find that its easy to forget about all that when youre surrounded by friends." Blaine hated to do it, but he put on that pleading puppy face again, the second time in one day.

"I hate that face. Fine."

"Yay! Dinner?" Blaine got up from the bench and headed to the little gate.

"I was promised a secret?"

"Oh. Shit. I forgot I said that."

"Yeah, sure, you ‘forgot."

"My parents had me do a talent show when I was in first grade. When I got on stage... I kinda sorta wet myself."

Kurt was laughing so hard he literally fell to the ground, clutching his side because it hurt so much. "Oh. My. God. Little Blainey peed himself on stage."

"Please dont tell the guys. Please. You have no clue what theyll do."

"I wont. But this is glorious blackmail."

"You would never."

"Oh If you pissed me off enough I would so blackmail your sorry ass."

"Am I seeing your true colors, Hummel?"

"Quite possibly."