It was two days later when Blaine was rehearsing with the Warblers that his phone rang. He walked over to it, seeing Kurt's name on the caller I.D, and answered.
"Hey."
"Blaine. I don't know what to do."
The boy's voice was terrified and Blaine could tell he was crying. Suddenly, he remembered their deal.
"Kurt, what happened? Why do you want to cut?" Blaine motioned for a moment away from the group and they nodded, David taking control. They were always supportive of Blaine, unlike a lot of people had been. They were his friends.
"Karofsky, h-he keeps torturing me. It's not just shoves anymore. It's these things he says. It's like being in a nightmare and no matter how many times you wake up it's still happening."
"What is he saying? Talk through it. It's okay. You're okay."
"He calls me by like, pet names. He makes comments about my appearance. I don't know h-how to explain it."
Blaine felt anger spreading through his body. He couldn't help Kurt from Dalton.
"Hang on. I'll be right there." Blaine clicked end on his phone, approaching the group of guys who were practicing scales.
"Guys, I have an emergency," He checked his watch. "Why don't you all head out early?"
The guys nodded, all grabbing their bags and walking out the door. Blaine was grabbing his own when David came up to him.
"What's going on, Blaine?"
"My friend needs my help."
David paused for a moment, "Is this the friend.."
Blaine nodded and David ushered him out. It took what seemed like forever to get to Kurt's house from Dalton, even if he sped way more than really acceptable. Eventually he was standing in front of Kurt's door. After knocking a very intimidating man was opening the door and towering over him.
"Hello." The man smiled, looking a little less scary than before.
"I'm Blaine." He extended his hand, and the man shook it firmly. "Is Kurt home? I wanted to talk to him quickly."
"Burt. Yeah kiddo, right up the staircase first door on the left."
"Thank you." Blaine smiled politely and as soon as Burt was back in the living room he flew up the stairs. When he got to Kurt's door he knocked lightly. "Kurt, can I come in?"
"Blaine?" A choked up voice came through the door.
"Yes. Can I come in?"
Blaine heard jostling and Kurt opened the door. He looked like he had been crying for hours.
"I'm sorry for calling, I just can't talk to anyone else about this stuff." Kurt sniffled and Blaine reached out, giving him a hug.
"Don't be sorry. I'm here anytime you need me."
They pulled apart and Kurt walked into his room, plopping on his bed. "I just don't know what to do Blaine. I can't take this much longer." Blaine sat on the edge of the bed, punitively looking at Kurt's wrists. Kurt shook his head and Blaine sighed with relief.
"Maybe you could transfer schools?"
"Where would I go? All of the other schools would be the same, if not worse."
"I'd like to tell you to just transfer to Dalton. All boys, accepting, and a no bullying policy. It's kind of expensive though…" Blaine trailed off, looking at his hands.
Kurt sighed, "I don't know. Thanks for coming though, it means a lot. I owe you one."
"You don't owe me anything. We made a deal." Blaine smiled and patted Kurt's knee. "I have to get started on homework and my mom doesn't know I'm here. Call or text if  you need me, okay?"
"Okay."
Blaine walked down the stairs and was about to wave goodbye when he got an idea.
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That Wednesday Kurt went down for dinner, but instead Finn was walking out the door waving goodbye to Kurt's dad and Carole, who were sitting at the kitchen table.
"Kurt, can we talk to you?"
Kurt swallowed and nodded, taking a seat.
"Don't be worried. We wanted to talk to you about options."
"Options?"
Carole reached across the table and put her hand over Kurt's. "We know about the bullying, sweetie. We want to help you."
"How did y-"
"That friend that came over, Blaine, he came and talked to me about his school. Dalton Academy."
Kurt nodded, smiling a bit. "Yeah. The Warblers. What about them?"
Burt grinned, seeing a smile on his son's face for the first time since he had found out about him cutting. "Would you be interested in going there? This Karofsky kid has ties with the school, his dad's a real ass."
"Butt head." Carole corrected.
"Butt head. Whatever. Anyway, back to the point. Would you want to go there?"
"Dad, I'd love that but it's super expensive. I can't ask that of you."
"We have the money, Kurt. We want you to be safe and feel better." Carole smiled, patting Kurt's hand.
"Are you sure?"
"We're sure."
Kurt jumped up, going over to hug them. It was the most animated he had been in months.
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Kurt entered group and saw Blaine in the corner, reading To Kill a Mocking Bird quietly before the session started. He sat down next to him.
"Blaine, you are my guardian angel I swear."
"Hmm? What'd I do this time?" Blaine folded a page and closed the book, setting it next to him.
"You talked to my dad about Dalton, right?"
"Maybe."
"He's going to let me transfer!" Kurt squealed excitedly and Blaine's face lit up.
"Seriously? That's great. Your dad's amazing. Incredibly terrifying, but amazing. When are you transferring?"
"Whenever my dad gets the paperwork done and my uniforms come in."
Blaine pulled him into a one-armed hug, lingering for a few more moments then necessary.
"Thanks for talking to him."
"Anytime."
Gavin took his seat in the group and Kurt stood up, offering a hand to Blaine. "We should probably head over there."
Blaine nodded and let Kurt pull him up. They walked to seats next to each other and listened as Gavin spoke.
"You all are improving so well, and it's only three weeks into this. You have a long road ahead of you, but you're definitely on your way. This week we're going to take time to really get into coping mechanisms. Part of that is going to be creativity. I want you to write something and then pick someone to write it to. I want it to be about the thing that triggers you and the things that help you cope. You can make poems, limericks, whatever floats your boat. Take ten minutes to do that and then meet with your partner from last time. We will be doing a lot of partner work. You don't come to a group to feel alone, you come to feel safe and like you're with people who go through the same stuff you do. Let's go."
Gavin clapped his hands and people spread out after grabbing pens and paper.
Kurt stared at his paper. How was he supposed to make something meaningful out of a Neanderthal at school? He glanced over and saw Blaine staring at his paper and biting on his pen. His brows were furrowed and he looked deep in thought.
Suddenly Kurt knew what to write about.
"Okay guys! Get with your partners and read what you wrote." Gavin gave a big smile to the group, which Kurt returned. Blaine flitted to his side almost immediately.
"You wanna go first?" Kurt took a seat next to a wall and Blaine did the same.
"Sure." Blaine cleared throat and began.
"Daddy issues, used tissues, it's okay I'm used to it.
I'm sorry dad, I don't belong, please don't throw a hissy fit.
You've bruised my bones from head to toe and I have had enough.
You think you can change me and who I am but that'd be pretty tough.
You trigger me, my thinking, the impulse deep inside.
Without your other 'precious son', who accepts me, I would have died.
Without Cooper, and a newly formed connection, and some words finally spoken
happiness would be far gone and just a recollection."
Blaine put the paper down, sighing.
"Blaine that was beautiful." The shorter boy looked up, his eyes were shining with tears.
"Thanks. Your turn."
Kurt nodded.
"You started as a bully, simple enough for me,
You turned into so much more, a loathing enemy.
It's gotten worse, day by day, I try to make it through,
but the scars on my wrists are just ugly reminders of the truth.
Without a new found friend, a curly headed saint,
I don't know if I'd be able to practice any restraint."

"Kurt."