Okay, it's been awhile. I'm sorry. I have lame excuses, I'm sorry!

In the beginning of the chapter, you will here about Kurt's story with mother, it doesn't really tie up with what is going on, but it needs to be revealed. So, it is more of a back story. Hopefully, it will make sense more as you read.

This is a shorter chapter because it is more of a filler. Kurt is going to confess something it Blaine, explaining more of why he is the way he is.

Well, all warnings apply still.

And I do not own Glee or its characters.

Kurt still remembers his mother, he thinks about her every single day. She was one of the loveliest women that anyone could ever meet. Her care for people, her love for her family; there was nothing about Elizabeth Hummel that nobody disliked. She was a hero to Kurt, always telling him that it was okay to like tea parties instead of G.I. Joe dolls.

"What makes you different, sweetie, is what makes you special, and what makes you special, makes you beautiful."

Burt Hummel loved his wife, he often wondered how a girl so amazing, want an ordinary man, like him. Elizabeth and Burt were in love, head over heels, and they were happy with their son. Even though they often got comments on how his son was a little odd, they didn't care. Burt loved that Kurt took after his mom, which means he had a heart as pure as hers, and as thick as skinned.

Elizabeth would often talk to Burt, talk about how lucky there were to have a son like Kurt. How caring and talented he was, how he was going to do great things for the world some day. Burt would smile, kiss her on the cheek and say, "As long as he has you, he can do anything."

Elizabeth Hummel was the rock of the family. She was the shining light in every dark tunnel. Was the perfect mom, the perfect wife, and the perfect friend.

It all came crashing down when Elizabeth Hummel found out that she had cancer. There were warning signs, but she ignored them, claiming it was nothing, but when she passed out one day, that would be the day that their lives changed forever.

"Where is Kurt?" Elizabeth asked in a small voice.

"He's at Alice' house. I didn't want him coming here. Elizabeth, how long has this been going on?" Burt reached over and took her hand in his.

Elizabeth blinked the tears out of her eyes "A couple of months. It wasn't bad when it first started, just some pains in some places, coughing fits. I thought I was just getting old."

Burt gave a small chuckle, "I wish you would have said something, anything. Maybe you wouldn't be here right now."

Elizabeth gave a small smile, "I know, I'm so sorry. And now, I have to leave you and Kurt."

Burt felt the sting in his eyes, "No, no you won't, Kurt needs you, I need you. You can get through this, sweetheart, you always do."

Burt stroked Elizabeth's hair, "Sweetie, I have cancer. And it is in the advanced stages. I don't want Kurt seeing me if I went through chemotherapy. Even if I do that, there is still a high chance that I am not going to make it."

Burt brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it, tears freely flowing from his eyes, "What am I going to do about Kurt? He loves you so much, he needs you, he needs to know it's okay to be different. You are so good with him."

Elizabeth shook her head, "And so are you, dear. He loves you, so, so much. I know you will accept him no matter what. When the times comes, when he starts learning and figuring out who he truly is, you need to be there for him. You need to comfort him in any way possible. Let him know his dad still loves him, no matter what."

Burt nodded, "Of course, I'll always love him."

Elizabeth smiled, "I know."

The doctor came in, "Alright, Mrs. Hummel. You can go home tonight. Take it slow, don't lift anything heavy, ask your husband here to help around with the house. The last month will be the hardest, but you will be able to spend the next couple of months with your son and husband. I am, so sorry, Mrs. Hummel."

The doctor gave them one last smile as he exited the room and a nurse entered, preparing Elizabeth to spend the last months of her live, with the people whom she loves.

Kurt remembers the last month before his mother's death, he remembers his dad being stressed all of the time, he remembers seeing his mom in bed, laying there as if she were already gone. He remembers coming up to her room every day after school, filling her in on the day's adventures. Kurt never wanted to leave her side because even though he never knew what was really going on, he was a smart eight-year-old boy and knew his mom wouldn't be there forever.

Kurt would cry at night, sometimes. He would ask why such a thing would happen to the best mommy in the world. His dad would often come up to his room and scoop him up in arms to hold him and rock him back to sleep. Kurt never loved his dad even more.

Kurt remembers the day his mother died. He had just woken up and was going to go say good morning to her and his dad, like he did every day. He skipped into the hallway and to his parent's room. He could see his dad, already sitting beside his mom, but something was off. He could see his dad shaking. Kurt, always being the curious one, walked slower and crept up to the door way. He put his hand on the door and his eyes went wide.

His dad was crying into his mom's hand. And then Kurt knew, he knew that his mommy's time was up, that she was gone. Kurt didn't cry at first, he didn't really know what to think because he had known this day would come but he didn't know it was going to be that day. He wasn't ready for it, but could he have ever been?

Burt looked up and saw Kurt, "She- she's gone, buddy. Do you want to come say goodbye?"

Kurt nodded and walked up to his mother's body. She was so pale, paler than normal. There were dark circles under her eyes and her cheeks were hallowed. It was his mom, but it wasn't really her.

He reached out and touched his mother's cheek, "Goodbye, mommy, I'll never forget you, I promise."

Kurt heard his dad make another sob and they both sat there for a long time, crying over the loss of the loves of their life.

Growing up without a mother and wife was difficult for Kurt and Burt. Burt often didn't know what he was doing, but Kurt thought he was doing just fine. Kurt knew how hard it was to be a single father with a different son, so he didn't complain. He loved his dad; he loved his dad more than he loved being a star. And for Kurt Hummel, that was really saying something.

Coming out to his dad was different for Kurt. At first, he denied it all, he even went out with one of the Cheerios, and he even made out with her. Something that still makes him sick to this day. He only ever wanted to be close to his dad, to like the same things that he liked. Kurt wasn't very confident with himself back then, with the fact that he was very different from everyone else was not comforting.

It turns out, Kurt had nothing to worry about when he told his dad he was gay. He loved them all the same. And that's when it all started to make sense to Kurt; his dad loved him either way, because he was different. If his dad loved him, so would all of his friends, the ones who he truly cared about, and the ones who truly cared out him.

Then the bullying started. Being the only out and proud student in high school was not going to be the easiest thing. Sure, the other Glee club members got bullied too, but it wasn't as bad as Kurt. He would get slushies, locker slams, dumpster tosses, and profanities yelled at him. Kurt was able to keep himself strong, because that's what he had to do.

In the height of his bullying, Burt Hummel suffered through a heart attack. Kurt's heart dropped, he couldn't lose another parent, not again. He had already gone through this once, was the world about to make him go through it again? The Glee club members were supportive, in their own way. Even though Kurt doesn't believe in God, he accepted their prayers in the long run. He knew they only meant well, but Kurt was a stubborn kid, something he got from his father.

Burt recovered, although his diet changed drastically, something that Kurt helped with. Kurt was going to make sure that his father would be around to see Kurt get married, adopt kids, and be successful. Burt was grumpy about the new diet, but Kurt knew he secretly was grateful. He is his mother's son.

And then, that's when things started going downhill.

Kurt sat in Blaine's dorm room and stared at Blaine like he had two heads, "Okay, Blaine, you've got to be kidding me."

"I'm quite serious actually."

Kurt shook his head, "No, you know what that would do to my family? My dad would blame himself when it is not his fault. No one bit."

"Kurt, part of the healing process is telling your family. You need that support, you need to have people around you who know what is going on so they can help you." Blaine tried to reason.

Kurt got up from the bed, still shirtless, and started pacing Blaine's floor, "Okay, say I tell my dad. I will tell him everything, from when the self-harm started, to meeting you, I tell him everything. What do you think he will do?"

"He'll want to be there for you. Sure, he might get mad first, he might be really upset, but ultimately, you are his son and he loves you. He wants what is best for you."

Kurt sighed, "You always have to be right, don't you?"

Blaine just gave a shrug and smiled.

Kurt ran his hand through his hair; he knew he would have to tell his dad somehow. He kind of saw that as inevitable now, there is no way he can get through this without him. His dad has been there through everything with him, he knew his dad wouldn't think anything different of him, he hoped.

Okay, so how exactly would he tell him? Just come right out and say it? Hey dad, I've been bullied and self-harming and I just thought I would let you know? Oh, and I met this guy at this coffee shop and I've been sneaking off to Westerville to see him because this has happened to him before, too. And he was the one to convince me to tell you this. So, be nice to him and don't threaten him with your shotgun.

Kurt laughed at himself, "How do you even explain something like that to your father? I mean, it sounds to, just, horrible in my head."

"Once you're in the moment, it won't be like what was in your head at all, so you might think it is ridiculous now, but when it comes out, it won't be."

"Okay, okay. So, I tell him. It's all out there. What happens from there, do I tell everyone else, how do I help them, help me?" Kurt's mind was beginning to hurt.

"Kurt, one step at a time, okay? Tell your dad, and whatever happens from there, happens. You can't plan this all out because it probably won't follow up. You can tell the rest of your family, if you want, as well as your friends. Personally, I think you should. It will probably be easier." Blaine shrugged.

Kurt was about to reply when all of a sudden someone barged into the room, "BLAINE, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO THAT PARTY I WILL- Oh."

Kurt blinked, it was a boy, obviously, he had blonde hair that Kurt decided, could not be natural. He had one hand on the doorknob and the other arm was frozen in the air while he stared wide-eyed at Kurt.

The boy coughed, "Oh, um, sorry Blaine. I didn't know you had uh- Company."

Blaine sighed, "Jeff, this is Kurt. Kurt, this is one of my friends, Jeff. And no, he's not that type of company."

Kurt all of a sudden felt very exposed, he looked down and realized that he had no put back on his shirt yet, and wrapped his arms around his front. It wasn't so much about him being shirtless, but about all of the bruises and cuts covering his pale skin.

Jeff pursed his lips, obvious to the fact that this boy was in some kind of trouble, "Okay. I'm sorry for not knocking, I didn't realize someone was over. I'm sorry, Kurt."

With that, Jeff closed the door. Kurt knew that Jeff didn't mean he was only sorry for coming into Blaine's room without knocking, but because he saw the bruises on Kurt's skin.

Blaine let out a long breath, "I'm so sorry about that."

Kurt just shook his head, "Don't worry about it, it wasn't your fault. Am I keeping you from any plans?"

"No, not at all. They wanted me to go to a New Year's party but I declined because well, all they wanted to do was get drunk. And well, me and alcohol don't really mix well."

Kurt nodded, "I feel the same way. The first time I got drunk, I showed up next day at school and threw up on my teacher's shoes. Worst hangover ever."

Blaine laughed, "I sort of just talk too much, as in things I should keep to myself. And I have a tendency just to kiss people. So, I figured you know, I shouldn't get drunk anymore."

Kurt smiled, "Yeah, probably not."

Only Kurt faltered a little bit. Kurt remembers his first kiss, it was with a girl. So, he obviously didn't count that. His first encounter with a boy though, that is something he will never forget. Something that he has been trying to avoid talking about with Blaine, and maybe that is why he doesn't fully understand why it is going to be so hard telling his dad. The first encounter with a boy for him was something out of a horror movie, something that still couldn't let him sleep at night because even if he did close his eyes, he would still be there.

"Kurt, you okay?"

"What?"

"You seemed in deep thought for a second there."

Kurt only nodded, "Yeah, I was."

Blaine pursed his lips, "If you need to talk about it, well, you already know I'll listen."

"What was your first kiss like?" Kurt couldn't stop the words from spilling out of his mouth.

Blaine looked taken back at first but quickly regained his composure, "Oh, well, like I told you. It was with Eric, it was nice. It was after he took me out on a date and he kissed me at the door. It was a little awkward, like most first kisses are, but it was really nice. I don't regret it. Why?"

Kurt swallowed thickly, "Do you want to know why what made me, well what I am today? How this all happened?"

"I thought you were just bullied…" Blaine trailed off.

Kurt shook his head, "No, it wasn't just that. I had something taken away from me. Someone who I thought hated me because of who I am, turned out to hate me because of who he's not."

"Here, come sit back down." Blaine patted the bed next to him with a small smile.

Kurt walked over and climbed onto the bed next to Blaine, crossing his legs, "Well, this is going to be really, really hard to talk about. Don't judge me if I start crying."

Blaine only nodded, curious as to what Kurt was about tell him.

"There is this boy, his name is David. He is a jock, on the football team, really big guy. And he bullied me most out of everyone else. I get that maybe he didn't like the fact that I was gay, but he would just go out of his way to make my life a living hell. Even though we didn't have any classes together, we didn't see each other at all through out that day, he made sure that when he did, he shoved me into the nearest locker. Or he would slushie me, or throw me into the dumpster. It was all really depended on the location of where he saw me. The other jocks would be there to back him up, but it was always David who was doing the worst."

Kurt took a deep breath and Blaine rubbed his hand along his back, sending electric shockwaves through out Kurt's body.

"Well, anyway, I'll skip right to it. One day I walking in the halls, and he smacked my phone out of my hand. I was already having a bad day and I was in a horrible mood. What even gave me the courage to go into the locker rooms and confront him, I have no idea. But, I did. I went in there and we started to yell at each other. I told him he couldn't punch the gay out of me, I told him to hit me because it wouldn't change who I am. And that's when he, oh god…"

Kurt buried his hands into his head and felt the tears flowing from his eyes. He felt Blaine wrap his arm around him and pull him so his head was resting on Blaine's chest.

"Shh, Kurt, it's okay. I'm right here. And he isn't here, he can't do anything to you. You're safe. You don't have to continue, if you don't want to." Blaine whispered into his ear.

"N-no. I have to tell someone. I should have told someone from the very beginning." Kurt sat up and wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

Kurt took a deep breath and continued, "So, he lent in, and I thought he was going to punch me, I really did. And then, he kissed me. He just kissed me. I tried to push him off but he wouldn't budge, he is a lot stronger than me. He slammed me back into the lockers and he shoved his tongue down my throat. Next thing I knew, he-he was grinding on me. He was using me to get himself off. I was trying to scream but nothing came out. I tried to kick him but he pinned my legs with his body. I was stuck there, defenseless while he got off. Using my body."

Blaine stared at Kurt in horror, he was not expecting what Kurt had just told him. Blaine only grabbed Kurt once more and pulled him into his chest and began to rub soothing circles on his back. He didn't know what to say to Kurt, he had never been in that situation before. Beaten up by homophobic bullies, he has been through, being sexually assaulted by one, he has never gone through in his life.

Through sobs, Kurt continued to speak, "I felt so dirty and so disgusted with myself. He left me there after he was done. He told me if I told anyone, he would kill me. So, I kept it to myself. I would stare into the mirror and just feel gross. I would try to scrub my body in the shower but nothing worked. His scent was still around me, I could still here him moaning my name in my ear. I could still feel him in my dreams. He was always there, always there and I couldn't get rid of him."

Blaine felt the tears rush down his face, "I'm so sorry, Kurt. You didn't deserve that, no one does. What he did to you, it doesn't make you disgusting or dirty."

Kurt protested, "But, Blaine, he used me! I'm used! What should have been my first kiss was taken away from! Something I should have done with my boyfriend in a relationship is now ripped from me! Who would want me Blaine? Just look at my body, who would want someone who is scarred and bruised up like me? That's why I started cutting Blaine, because I felt so worthless. He treated me like dirt; make me feel like it, so that is how I treated myself. I became distant; I didn't want my friends to find out so I just blocked everyone out."

Blaine pushed Kurt away from his body, just enough to look at his face. He brought up his hand and wiped the tear that was falling don Kurt's cheek, "You are not used or disgusting, Kurt. You didn't ask for it, you didn't want it. It was forced on you. You deserve a guy who will treat you with every ounce of respect, love and care. What this boy did to you was wrong and sick on so many levels. Not all men are like that, I can promise you that. And someone will want you, Kurt, for all of you scars and everything. I used to think that too, that no one would want me because of what happened to me, because I had all of these scars. But, I realized that the person, who loves me, will only take those scars and see them as beautiful. And not the person I was when those scars were created. Your friends and family, they love you, Kurt. They would never think any less of you because of this."

Kurt's sobs had gone down by the time Blaine had finished, "Do you think I should tell my dad about this?"

Blaine nodded, "Yeah, I really think you should."

"This is going to be so hard." Kurt whispered.

"You don't have to do it alone, Kurt. You're stuck with me, I won't leave you."

Kurt searched Blaine's eyes and saw nothing but honesty in his eyes, "Thank you, Blaine. Thank you for everything you've done for me. It means so much more to me than you will ever know."

Blaine smiled, "Of course."

"I'll always hate him though, for what he did. Just knowing that he is also gay, or bi-curious or whatever, that didn't mean he had to force himself upon me like he did. I would have helped him, even if he had bullied me. If he would have come up to me and told me he was questioning himself, I would have helped him. He hated me because I was so confident with myself, I walked with my head held high even if I was feeling low. He didn't like that I did that because it made him question himself even more because he was actually attracted to me. But, I'm not a heatless person, I can forgive. But, after what he did, there is no way in hell I am forgiving him for what he did."

"You don't have to, Kurt. I don't know if that is something you can forgive him for. But, knowing that you would have helped him, even though he bullied you, says a lot about the type of person you are. You are so caring and so giving and just so selfless, he honestly doesn't deserve any of that from you anymore. He had his chance, and well, karma's a bitch."

Kurt laughed, "Let's hope so."

Kurt sighed, "It's funny, we've only met about four times and yet we know each other's past. You know me better than anyone, actually."

"Funny how things work, isn't it?" Blaine tilted his head.

They sat there in silence for awhile. Both boys were know lying down, Kurt's head resting against Blaine's shoulder while their hands where intertwined at their sides. Kurt wouldn't mind if he could stay like this forever. If he could just lie there, hands linked, with Blaine. He felt safe here, and he felt at home. Nothing had ever felt more right to Kurt before. Maybe it was because Blaine and Kurt understand each other on a whole different level that no one else could. They had similar scars that could only be seen by each other. For some reason, Kurt loved that idea; he loved knowing he was one of the few to actually know Blaine. And he was also glad that Blaine knew him.

The only hard part about all of this was the fact that they couldn't stay there forever, that tomorrow he would have to go home and face his dad. He knew that it would be best to do it tomorrow, while he still had the nerve to. He had to do this, because if he didn't, he knew that he would never be able to heal properly. He may have Blaine, but he needed that support of his father and the rest of his family. If only he didn't have to do it alone…

"Blaine, can I ask you a favor?" Kurt finally broke the silence.

Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt, "Yeah."

"Tomorrow, when I go home, can you come with me, to tell me dad, I mean? I don't know if I can do this alone." Kurt whispered.

Blaine sat up on his elbow, his hand still managing to stay locked with Kurt's, "Of course. I'll be there, you don't have to do it alone."

Kurt gave out a sigh of relief, "Good. Thank you, again."

"No problem. Let's just make it very clear to your dad that we aren't together, in that way. He seems like a very protective father." Blaine scrunched up his nose in the most adorable way, Kurt thought.

Kurt laughed, "Yeah, he would. His first reaction to you won't be very good, but I'll explain to him."

"Are you going to tell him you stayed the night here?"

Kurt thought for a moment, "Yeah, I'm done with lying."

Blaine nodded, "Okay, I am just going to go start writing my will…"

Blaine actually got up from the bed and Kurt was doubled over on his side, laughing. It hurt to laugh but he just couldn't help himself. The way Blaine said it, as if he really was about to go write it just made Kurt laugh.

Blaine smiled to himself as he saw Kurt laughing; he had never seen something more beautiful in his life than Kurt Hummel laughing out of joy.

"Glad to know you think this is funny! I am going to die. Kurt Hummel, you will be responsible for my death!" Blaine threw up his hands in the air.

That made Kurt go into another fit of laugher, "Blaine! Oh my gosh, he is not going to kill you! He might threaten you but no way in hell can you kill you!"

Blaine put his hand to his chest, gasping in fake horror, "Threaten! That makes me feel loads better!"

Kurt stopped laughing, "It should. Last guy I brought around would have made it if he dodged the bullet in time."

Both Blaine and Kurt were quiet until Kurt busted out laughing again, "You actually believed that! Blaine, I swear to you, no other guy has come around and he won't kill you! You'll be fine!"

Blaine couldn't help but laugh along, "I'm sorry! But, you looked so serious!"

Kurt chuckled, "You should have seen your face."

"Ha-Ha, make fun all you want." Blaine poked out his tongue.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Very mature, Blaine."

Blaine only shrugged and smiled.

Kurt smiled back and his stomach did a back flip, he knew, even after all of this was over, he was still going to be good friends with Blaine. He might not know the basic details about Blaine, like what his favorite food was, or his favorite movie, but he would be able to figure that out with time. Because he had all the time in the world with Blaine now, and he wasn't going to give it up.

"Can I use your bathroom? I need to wash up." Kurt asked.

"Yeah, go for it. Do you want to take a shower?"

"Nah, I will in the morning, if that's fine with you?"

Blaine nodded, "Yeah, that's fine."

Kurt got up from the bed and moved the four or five steps it took to reach Blaine's bathroom. It only took one look in the mirror to freeze and feel his heart stop.

He hadn't really gotten a good look at himself yet since he arrived at Blaine's, and now that he did, he felt disgusting and ashamed all over again.

His face looked terrible. There were dark circles under his eyes and they were a bit puffy from all of the crying he just did. Not to mention, his hair, it looked ruffled, and not styled, like is usually is .Over all, it looked like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in months. Which, he guessed was about right. He never really could fully sleep, not ever since the David accident. He would usually wake up from nightmares or is mind just wouldn't shut up and let him sleep.

His stomach was the worst of it all. There were blotches of bruises all formed on his stomach. Some were purple while others turned into greenish, yellowish colors. He could still see the bruises for previous locker slams on his shoulders. He turned around to examine his back and saw bruises all along his spine. Twisting back around, he stared at his reflection.

He lifted his arms and saw the cuts; he ran his fingers across his left wrist, closing his eyes which were prickling with tears. He could certainly see why Blaine' friend was so shocked to see him earlier. He looked horrible, disgusting and repulsive. He must of thought the worst of Kurt when he saw him.

Blaine stood there next to the door and saw Kurt's reacting to himself. He knew Kurt had to do this, he remembered the first time he looked into the mirror after his attack. Blaine remembered being repulsed by his own reflection and by the look on his Kurt's face; he could tell that he was feeling just that. Blaine knew now though, that he had no reason to be repulsed. It wasn't his fault he had those bruises and scars, he didn't ask for them to be put there. Blaine knew what Kurt saw in that mirror and he wasn't about to let Kurt think it for a second.

Kurt saw Blaine looking at him out of the corner's of eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Hell, he cried in front of this man, told him his deepest secrets, he was pretty sure there wasn't about anything that he wouldn't be able to do in front of him anymore. He saw Blaine walk in the bathroom and stand behind him, pursing his lips, as if he was trying to find the right words to say.

"I remember feeling like that, too. Being repulsed by myself, thinking who in the hell could love me after this? It's okay to feel like that, I know nothing is going to stop you from feeling like that because I've been there too. But, it isn't true Kurt. As I've told you before, people will love you no matter if you have these scars or not. And the good thing is that bruises will fade in time. Just like everything else in this world, it takes time. You are not repulsive, Kurt, not one bit. I already told you this and I'm not embarrassed to admit it, but you are so beautiful. You have no idea how beautiful you are. I know that you don't think so, and you don't feel it, but know that someone else does, and go from there." Blaine finished and rested his hand on Kurt's shoulder.

Blaine gave Kurt no time to reply, "I'll let you finish in here. I will bring you something to wear to bed."

Kurt turned around and looked at Blaine, "I've said this a million times, but thank you."

Blaine smiled but said nothing and went to go pick out clothes for Kurt to wear.

Kurt blinked and smiled to himself at what Blaine just told him. Blaine thought he was beautiful. No one had ever called Kurt that. Sure, Mercedes would call him hot, but it just wasn't the same. Blaine was an attractive guy, someone his age, and he thought Kurt was beautiful. Even with all of his scars. But, of course, he thought Blaine was beautiful too, despite his scars. Maybe Blaine was right, maybe scars didn't define you as a person, but rather where you have been.

"Here you go," Blaine came in and gave Kurt some sweat pants and a white tank top to sleep in, "The pants are a little too long for me so I figured they would fit you fine."

Kurt nodded, "Thanks, I'll be out soon."

"Take your time." Blaine closed the door.

Kurt sighed, today actually made him feel a lot better. Everything was out in the open, at least with Blaine. There was still that weight of telling him dad tomorrow but he felt a little better knowing that Blaine was going to be right by his side while he told him. He couldn't say that he was looking forward to it, but he was looking forward to finally telling his dad. Kurt did feel guilty about keeping it in for so long, he knew why he did, but he still had that nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Today made him realize a lot of things, especially about Blaine's story. Blaine healed, and he was happy now, and that's all Kurt ever really wanted to be. He didn't want to live his life like this, in fear and feeling disgusted with himself. It was time to pick up the pieces and move on.

As Kurt was getting changed and cleaned up in the bathroom, Blaine was getting himself ready for bed. Blaine was mentally exhausted from everything that happened today. He wasn't expecting to see Kurt so soon, he had just seen him just under a week before he came. Blaine remembers his heart dropping the moment he saw Kurt because for a second, he saw himself about two years ago. Blaine knew at that moment that it was time to share his story, and he had never been so glad that he did. Kurt was on his way to a long road of recovery, just like he once went through. But, he was going to stick by his side, no matter how tough things got because he didn't want to see Kurt go through this alone. He cared deeply for the boy, more deeply than anyone. It scared him a little bit because they had only seen each other a few times, but he knew that that didn't matter. He and Kurt had a special connection because they both have scars, and neither thought any less of each other.

Kurt stepped out of the bathroom in Blaine black Dalton sweats and tank top and noticed that Blaine had also changed into his pajamas. He was wearing green and blue plaid pants with a grey tank top that showed off his arm muscles. Kurt swallowed and shook his head, that was way too impropriate to be looking at Blaine like that. Although, Blaine had called Kurt beautiful…

Kurt took the chance, "Wow, work out Anderson?"

Blaine blushed, taken back by Kurt's words, "Uh, I, uh…"

Kurt laughed, Blaine was too adorable when he looked embarrassed, "Clam down, Blaine. That was more of a compliment, if anything. Just because you think I'm good looking doesn't mean I can't think you are either."

Blaine was sure he had gone red all over, "Thanks, Kurt."

Kurt just smiled and sat on the bed.

"Give me a minute, I'm going to go wash up in the bathroom. And please, don't make fun of my hair."

"Why-"

But Blaine already went inside the bathroom.

Kurt raised his eyebrows curiously, he had noticed that Blaine used an unhealthy amount of hair gel, so his hair was probably curly and not easy to contain. Kurt didn't think of this as a big deal though, it's not like hair was something he was proud of at the moment.

To distract himself while he was waiting for Blaine, he got up and walked around his dorm. He stopped at his desk and saw a picture of Blaine and his friends. He recognized the blonde one from earlier, but he was also with another dozen boys. They were standing in a room, a fancy one at that, that had a Dalton Academy Warblers sign above their heads. It didn't look like this photo was taken when everyone was ready because some of them had their heads turned to this side and were laughing. One of them had their hand raised in the air, and another one was slapping someone else in the arm.

And then he saw Blaine, he was standing in the front, his arms swung over two other guys and was giving a big, cheesy smile. He looked so happy there, all of them did. It made him think of his friends at his glee club, because no matter how many times they fought or disagreed, they were still a family. Kurt blinked, they were still family. And all of a sudden he had a big desire to see his fellow glee clubers because he realized just how much he really missed them and being a part of the group.

Kurt heard Blaine come up behind him, "What are you looking at?"

"Just the picture, you guys all look so happy." Kurt smiled.

"We are one big family. We all love each other, no matter how much we want to take Wes' gavel and shove it up his ass sometimes." Blaine laughed.

Kurt chuckled, "Why would he have a gavel?"

"Because our Glee club is student run. We have a council that decides all of the song selections and soloists. Lately, that's been me."

"Ah, Mr. Talented guy over here, I see." Kurt teased, as he was about to turn around.

Blaine's eyes widened, "Don't laugh!"

"Blaine, why on Earth- Oh." Kurt was now fully facing Blaine, his eye instantly flying up to his hair.

It was curly alright, but Kurt was not expecting it to look so good, and he was also wearing glasses. Since when did Blaine wear glasses? There was nothing laughable about Blaine's hair at all, it was actually, quite hot. His curls were still a little damp from when he washed the gel out, but it looks like it was mostly dry.

"Yeah, oh. Go ahead, make fun all you want." Blaine waved his hand.

Kurt just shook his head, "No, I am not going to make fun of your hair. I actually like it, I like it a lot. And I am really good with hair products; I bet you I kind find the right out to at least tame it a little bit."

Blaine stared at him in shock, "You actually like my hair naturally?"

"Yes, Blaine, it looks really good. I don't see why you hate it so much."

"I don't know, because it's curly and hard to tame." Blaine said like it was obvious.

"Well, I like it, it looks great on you. Like I said, I can help you tame it a bit, but not many guys can rock the curly look, and you my friend, definitely do." Kurt reached up and ran his fingers through Blaine's hair, it was actually, really soft.

Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt ran his hand through his hair, it felt nice, "Thanks. Normally my friends tease me when they see me like this. Glasses and curly hair. It's because usually I am all dapper and done up but I'm actually quite the opposite, I'm just a nerd really."

Kurt laughed and let his hand fall back down to his side, "Really? How?"

"I'm obsessed with Disney, I love Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars and chick flick movies, Broadway, musical theater, but that is probably my inner gay shinning through though." Blaine laughed.

"Call me a stereotype, but I love chick flicks. And Disney. Okay, I'm not going to lie, I kind of love Harry Potter, too. But, my love will always be with Broadway. I'm going to be up there one day, you know." Kurt said, matter-of-factly.

Blaine smiled at him, "I don't doubt that for a second. You'll have to sing for me one day."

"I will, and you will sing for me one day." Kurt simply stated.

"Deal, come on, let's get into bed, I'm pretty tired." Blaine said and grabbed Kurt's hand to drag him into bed.

The bed was a twin, so it was going to be a tight squeeze, but secretly, neither of the boys really minded all that much.

"We have to be pretty close together." Blaine said as he went to go turn off the light and set his glasses down on the night stand.

Kurt shrugged, "Whatever works."

Kurt was already lying down when Blaine came in after he turned off the light. He was right, it was a pretty tight fit.

Blaine licked his lips, "Here, lay on your side, and I will lay on mine."

Kurt nodded and went to go to the side he was most comfortable sleeping on when he realized, that Blaine's face was only inches away from his.

"Well that's convenient." Kurt laughed.

Blaine laughed softly beside him, "Sorry, does it bother you?"

Kurt closed his eyes, "Mm, no. If you start kicking in the middle of the night though, we may have problems. Or if you are a blanket hog."

Blaine smiled, "I'm neither, but I am a cuddler!"

With that, Blaine swung his arm around Kurt's waist, gently, and brought him in closer so that his face was buried in Kurt's neck.

Kurt was surprised by the sudden action but relaxed as soon as he felt the warmth of Blaine's body against his, "Why am I not surprised?"

"It's 'cause you know me so well." Blaine stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Kurt smiled at his words, "Yeah, probably."

"Goodnight, Kurt." Blaine's breath tickled his neck.

"'Night Blaine." Kurt yawned.

A few moments passed, "Oh and Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"Happy New Year." Blaine whispered in his ear and placed a kiss on Kurt's cheek.

Kurt's breath hitched, "Happy New Year."

He looked at the clock that was resting at Blaine's nightstand.

12:01.

Okay, I realize this is not my best chapter. Like I said, it is more of a filler than anything. I did expand on Kurt's story about David, for obvious reasons. Next chapter will involve Burt.

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