Chapter 19... Nothing much to say... Proceed~

Credit : anjumstar (beta), Thank you so much :)

Disclaimer: Glee... ish not mine

Pairing: Klaine

Warning: You know the drill...

********************Klaine********************

Blaine stretched his arms and yawned as he slowly woke up, reaching his arm around to look at his watch.

"You've been asleep for the whole day Blaine," Dwight said. He was sitting at the end of Blaine's bed, holding a book.

Blaine picked himself up and stared at his friend. "It wasn't a dream, right?" he asked, regret filling him when he saw Dwight shook his head. "Where's my phone?" he asked, looking around.

"In the usual drawer; I charged it while you were asleep," Dwight said.

Blaine quickly pulled out his phone. He had two text messages, both from Jeremiah. Blaine took a deep breath as he opened the first text.

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To: Blaine

I apologize for everything n thnx… I won't bother you anymore –J

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Blaine frowned at the text but then opened the next one.

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To: Blaine

Me and Jesse are together. Thnx! I owe you! –J

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Blaine began to boil at reading the second text. 'You owe me big, Jeremiah' he growled.

"Hey, you okay?" Dwight asked, snapping Blaine from his thoughts.

Blaine hissed in annoyance. "Nothing," he said, but that didn't convince Dwight.

"Then tell me everything, from the beginning," Dwight said, firmly and so the soloist did.

********************Klaine********************

The New Direction

Kurt was standing out on his balcony, looking at the night sky. He was holding his phone, waiting for that certain someone to call, or text, or anything.

'Blaine won't leave… He promised' the Prince thought bitterly.

Kurt looked through his and Blaine's texts and smiled sadly. His heart hurt. Why would Blaine do this to him? Did he do something wrong? The Prince shook his head. 'No… There must be a reason why this happened… Blaine wouldn't leave me…'

"Hey, Princess," Santana called as she appeared beside him.

Kurt smiled at her. "Hi, Santana. Where's Brit?" he asked casually.

"Asleep. You do know it's past midnight, right?" Santana raised her brow at him.

Kurt sighed in defeat. He did not want to pretend to be happy right now. "I know, Santana…" he said. "I just couldn't sleep."

This time, it was the Latina girl's turn to sigh. "What happened, Kurt?" she asked softly.

Hearing the girl's gentle voice touched his heart. Santana never did gentle. She was the type who would bark and bite people, not the type that would sit down and comfort someone. "Just tell me. You know you can trust me," she said again with the same tone as her hand winded around his waist.

He looked at the girl. He could see the same worried expression Sam wore the night before and he couldn't hold it in anymore.

Kurt sobbed as he broke down in front of the Latina. The Latina pulled the boy closer and started to whisper comforting words. She turned to the door and saw the blond boy looking at them. Santana gave him an 'I can handle him' look.

Sam nodded and left the room. He punched the nearest wall in rage. His Prince was crying his heart out right now and he couldn't do anything about it.

********************Klaine********************

Blaine's Room

There was only silence in the room. Blaine had just finished telling Dwight everything that happened, including the Karofsky incident. The soloist could see the disappointment in his friend's face which made him feel worse.

"I…" Dwight started, "I don't know what to say, Blaine." His book was on the ground, forgotten while he was listening to Blaine's story. "You-" he stopped himself. Right now, he felt like hitting the lead soloist. So, he stood up and started pacing around the room.

Blaine knew that whenever Dwight was mad he would do one of two things, shout or move around.

The Warbler suddenly stopped in his tracks and look directly at the soloist. "You're an idiot," Dwight said in frustration before sitting back down on the bed, holding his head. "I don't know what I can do to help you, Blaine. You've really messed up."

"I know," the soloist squeaked pitifully.

Dwight took a deep breath. "Okay, here's what we're going to do," he started, gaining the soloist's attention. "First, we're gonna have to tell the council about Aural Intensity." He couldn't believe that Blaine had never told them about their new competitor! "Next, you're gonna have to apologize to Kurt." Blaine nodded at this.

Dwight let out a deep breath before standing up. He stretched himself as he walked towards the door.

"Thank, Dwight," Blaine said quietly.

"I'll always have your back," Dwight said as he left to his own room. When he arrived, he saw the light was on. He groaned when he entered his room only to see the council.

"You do know that it's way too late for meeting, right?" Dwight said as he walked to his bed.

"Yes, we do," Wes said.

"So, is he alright?" David asked.

Thad was the only council who was sitting on the chair while the other two stood in front of Dwight.

"He's alright, physically," Dwight said.

"Mentally?" Thad questioned.

"Undetermined," Dwight answered.

The three councilmen stared at him, waiting for him to tell them something else regarding their soloist. Dwight sighed, "You have to ask him yourself. I'm not gonna spread rumors or tell tales," he said.

"We know you don't lie, Dwight," Wes said.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that people won't change what I say," Dwight said. "Just asks him tomorrow. He'll tell you when he wants too."

"Fine. We'll ask him," Wes said as he led the other two out of the room.

Dwight sighed when the three left his room. 'How did it end up like this?' he asked himself before entering slumber.

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The next day

Blaine woke up to his phone alarm. He shut it off before hauling himself into the shower. He didn't stop thinking about Kurt for a moment. Questions were running through his mind. 'Does he hate me now? Is he alright? Did he get back safe yesterday?'

The last question shook him. Quickly he went out of the bathroom to fetch his phone. He ignored the chill around him and dialed Kurt's phone number. His blood ran cold when he it went straight to voicemail. The lead soloist then dialed the other person who could possible answer his questions.

"Hey, Blaine," Mercedes answered.

"Hey. Good morning. Are you with Kurt?" Blaine asked. He tried to hide his panic but was failing miserably.

"No, he's still sleeping. Are you okay, Blaine?" Mercedes asked. "I'll go and wake him up if it's urgent," she added.

Blaine sighed in relief. "No, it's alright. I tried to call his phone but couldn't connect," he explained. "So, he's fine right?"

"Yeah, I think so. Sam and Santana were with him the whole night. I'm guessing they were discussing about the festival stuff," Mercedes explained. "I guess he forgot to charge his phone. So, how did your date go yesterday?"

"I…" Blaine gulped before sighing. "You should ask Kurt about it…" he said quietly.

There was a moment of silence before Mercedes asked. "You didn't cheat, did you?"

"What? No!" Blaine shouted, surprising Mercedes. "It's complicated, Cedes… but I'll fix it. I promise," he said.

"Well, as long as you do, I won't have to cut you."

"Thanks, Cedes," Blaine replied gratefully before hanging up.

He felt better knowing Kurt wasn't in any kind of harm.

********************Klaine********************

The New Direction Building.

"Who were you talking to?" Sam asked Mercedes as he entered the kitchen.

"Blaine," she answered.

Sam let out a frustrated sigh. He then went towards the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk and a box of cereal.

"How's Kurt?" Mercedes asked quietly, knowing well about what had really happened.

"He's… fine." Sam answered unsurely. "Santana and Britney are with him."

Mercedes nodded in understanding. "Blaine asked if Kurt was alright. I guess he was worried," she said.

Sam slammed his hand on the table angrily. "Well, he shouldn't have left Kurt all alone yesterday!" he shouted.

"Sam…" Mercedes called quietly, but the blond didn't hear her.

"What if I hadn't make it on time?" he asked dejectedly. "Kurt… He asked for him… He called him… but where was he?!"

Sam fell to the floor. He was too tired. He didn't get enough sleep last night. He couldn't sleep as he kept on hearing his Prince's cries ringing in his ears. It was almost like that time; the day where Kurt was molested. His Prince cried the whole night, refusing to eat or talk.

"Sam, you have to be strong. Kurt needs you," Mercedes spoke as she sat beside him.

"I failed to protect him, Mercedes!" Sam shouted.

"No, it's not your fault!" Mercedes protested. "It wasn't anyone's fault…" she sighed. "Kurt is strong, Sam, he's a big boy. He doesn't need a protector. He needs a supporter, a friend, a family…"

Sam nodded as he stood up and picked up the cereal and milk. He walked toward the door.

"He's facing the future, Sam, not the past," Mercedes said before Sam disappeared from her view. "He's going to be a king someday, Sam…" Mercedes added quietly, "…and we can't always be with him."

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Meanwhile, Kurt was being held down by Britney to his bed, literally.

"Brit, please let me go," Kurt said as he try to wriggle himself from her tight hold.

"But Santana told me not to let you out of my sight," Britney answered happily. "And I like hugging you. You smell nice, unlike Puck or Artie."

Kurt groaned in frustration.

"Are you alright, Kurtie?" Britney asked worriedly.

Kurt took a deep breath, trying to calm himself from exploding. He was already missing the space his fellow New Directioners had been giving him. They wouldn't leave him alone, especially Sam.

Fortunately, Mercedes wasn't as worried as the blond guy or it would have been like the past all over again and he didn't want to be reminded of the past.

"Brit-Brit, let's go out!" Kurt said in fake enthusiastic.

Britney's eyes shined at the suggestion before pouting. "What about Santana? And you need to eat breakfast too."

"We'll go after I eat breakfast," Kurt whispered. "And I'm sure Santana won't mind, she did tell you to look after me right? So, I want to go out and you'll be there to look after me!" he explained.

Britney nodded in understanding. The Prince knew he shouldn't be taking advantage of the blond girl, but he was too tired of being trapped in his room and his every move being supervised.

"Will you be happy if we go out?" Britney asked.

It touched his heart hearing what the blond girl had just said, and he nodded. Britney smiled before kissing the Prince's cheek.

"Hey, I brought you cereal," Sam said as he placed the aforementioned breakfast on the table. "Where's Santana?" he asked, raising a brow.

"She said she had some business to attend to and asked Britney to keep me company," Kurt answered.

"Sam, where's the bowl?" Britney asked as she reached for the cereal box.

"Oh, I forgot…" he said sheepishly before retreating back towards the door. "I'll be right back," he said before disappearing.

Kurt sighed deeply.

"What's wrong, Kurtie?" Britney asked as she saw the sad expression the Prince was wearing.

Kurt shook his head. He felt guilty for involving Sam into his mess, again. It saddened him to see his best friend being affected so much by his little problem. The blond boy had always been by his side, in bad times or good, trying with all his might to make him smile again.

"I don't like seeing you upset, Kurtie," Britney said forlornly.

Kurt tried to smile but he couldn't. He sighed when he saw Britney's mouth fall downward. 'Great job Kurt. Now you've made the sweetest girl sad. Why don't you award yourself!' he thought bitterly.

"Here's the bowl!" Sam said enthusiastically.

Britney quickly snatched the bowl out of Sam's hand and poured the cereal and milk in it. She then gave it to the Prince.

"Shit, I'm so stupid!" Sam cursed, "I forgot the spoon," he said.

"No, Kurtie can just eat it from the bowl," Britney said quickly, earning a weird look from both guys in the room. "And you can leave now Sam. I can look after Kurtie," she added.

Sam stared at the blond girl for a moment.

"You should get some sleep too," Kurt said.

Sam nodded and left the room.

Britney went towards the balcony and released the hidden ladder before jumping back on Kurt's bed. "What are you doing Brit?" Kurt asked.

"I want you to be happy," Britney said. "So, after you eat breakfast we'll go out!"

Kurt almost dropped the bowl on his hand and he could feel the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He closed his eyes to push the tears away.

"Kurtie…" Britney called as he cupped Kurt's cheek softly. "You can cry if you want and I won't tell anyone," she said.

He wanted to, so badly. He wanted to scream, shout and cry till everything was better but he couldn't. He wouldn't. If he cried, more people would be sad. So, he had to be strong… he needed to be strong for his friend…

"Thank you, Brit," he said before starting to try eating his cereal.

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Meanwhile, somewhere not far from the Warbler building, a girl wearing black trench coat and black leggings, was walking… well stomping, toward the building. Her dark hair was tied back neatly, but her eyes were exuding rage and anger.

Santana Lopez was going to meet the Warblers.

********************Klaine********************

To be continue...

So... Yeah... So, the person hunting Blaine had been revealed... Lol~ GO SATAN- I mean, SANTANA! XD

To Rori Potter : Urm... Yea... Lets hope they get back together... :D

To fostinefoli : Reading reviews never bore me! Lol~ Well, about the obstacle... the 2nd one won't be about Kurt's identity... It's more towards Blaine's identity crisis~ Yes... I'm spoiling the story a bit... Lol~ Oh, and rambling on! Lol~~~

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