A/N: Sorry about the delay, I've been on holiday, but I am back now and itching to write :D

Chapter 28

Blaine walked into Kurt's room slowly. He didn't want to just intrude, but he knew if he knocked Kurt would have ignored him. Carefully, Blaine walked over and sat beside Kurt who was staring blankly at the wall, it was almost as though Kurt hadn't seen him come in.

"I told you I wanted to be alone." Kurt sighed, not looking at Blaine but not pushing him away either.

"Beautiful. Witty. Strong." Blaine said ignoring the comment Kurt had made.

Sighing, Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine. "You read your list."

"I did." Blaine nodded. "But like you, I had a certain issue with some of the things but I couldn't tell you because you ran off. Without telling me what the problem was..."

"What issues did you have?" Kurt whispered, ignoring the second half of Blaine's comment.

"Those three words to describe myself... I can't think of myself in that light yet. I try but it's hard."

"But those three words..."

"Were about you." Blaine breathed.

"Me?" Kurt shook his head. "I'm not beautiful."

"Kurt you're the most beautiful person in the world."

Kurt blushed and looked down, Blaine's words meant so much to him. "Enthusiastic, energetic, handsome." Kurt looked up at Blaine shyly. "Your words."

"You think I'm Handsome? No one's called me that before." Blaine smiled, for a split second he let his mind wander to the more vulgar things men had called him and shook his head. "Handsome."

"Like a prince." Kurt added making Blaine blush even more.

"So, shall we talk about your issue with what I wrote?"

Sighing, Kurt nodded before he started to speak. "If I wear those clothes and people notice me...I'll get hurt again."

"Kurt. Can I be brutally honest with you?" Kurt nodded shakily. "No matter what you wore, you could have worn a football uniform or whatever and if whoever hurt you still knew you were gay. Then you would have been hurt anyway."

Kurt looked down, he hadn't thought of it that way. "I rubbed it in his face."

"Maybe. But you chose not to be in the closet. You chose to wear amazing clothes and show the world how fucking fabulous you are." Blaine sighed. "You just need to be yourself, people don't have a problem with you, people have a problem with homosexuality. That's not your problem. It's theirs." He sighed.

"It is?" He whispered.

"Yes. It is." Blaine promised. "Please believe me."

"I'll try." He whispered.

"That's all I'm asking for you to do," he says softly. "Just to be okay."

"Okay," Kurt smiled and reached out his hand to hold Blaine's. Blaine took his hand with a smile, his thumb gently running over Kurt's fingers making the smaller boy shiver.

"Shall we talk about the rest of the lists?" Blaine asked.

"Can we talk about it later?" Kurt asked quietly. "I'm tired and I just like sitting here with you."

"Then that is what we shall do." Blaine smiled, he pulled Kurt a little closer so that they were all pressed against against each other and that was how Kurt fell asleep; his head resting in the crook of Blaine's neck and Blaine's head resting on his.

-x-

"I miss you dad." Blaine said softly down the phone. Charlie had just woken him up where he had fallen asleep against Kurt in his room, Kurt was still fast asleep and hadn't moved from where he was sleeping against Blaine. After his couple of hours sleep Blaine was too wired to sleep.

"Miss you too. Charlie tells me you are doing well." He could tell his dad was smiling and that was something that made him smile too.

"You've spoken to Charlie?" Blaine frowned.

"I call every day to ask about you." His dad chuckled.

"You don't call me every day." Blaine said sadly.

"I know, because I know some of the issues you have to deal with there are because of me. And I don't want you to feel that I am forcing the need for us to speak on you."

"Oh." Blaine smiled. That kind of made sense. "You can call me whenever you want to, dad."

"Then I will call you every day."

"Okay, good." Blaine smiled.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" His father asked.

"I fell asleep earlier I can't go back to sleep so soon," he whispered.

"It's not like you to sleep during the day, is everything okay?"

"Yeah me and Kurt just had a fight, well a disagreement, and then we made up and fell asleep."

"When you say you made up..."

"We had a cuddle and fell asleep once we apologised. Kurt sleeps when he's emotional."

"Okay, as long as that's all you did."

"Dad. I'm on medication that stops me thinking like that."

"Oh right. Okay." His father said somewhat awkwardly in response. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you. Did... Is Cooper okay?"

"He is. He asks about you every day."

"I've written him a letter. I need to send it. I'm scared."

"I think you should send it. He's down soon, maybe I could bring him down to see you?"

"I don't want him here dad." Blaine sighed. "He'll just judge me."

"No. He wouldn't do that." His dad said softly. "I promise you he wouldn't."

"I just... I think he hates me." Blaine whispered, admitting it made his heart feel heavy. Cooper hating him was one of his fears. Blaine deep down knew he should be the one who hated him, Cooper ran off to college and left him suffering. Cooper had promised him that he would always be there, an when it got bad, when Blaine really needed him Cooper had left. Maybe it wasn't hate that Blaine felt, maybe it was jealousy. Cooper could get away and Blaine had been stuck.

"Hey Blaine you there?" His father's voice made him jump out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry. Was just thinking." Blaine mumbled quietly. "What did you say?"

"I said Cooper doesn't hate you, why would you think that he would?" His father's voice was so gentle, Blaine wished he was with him now so he could wrap his arms around him and hold him tight.

"He got away dad. He... Cooper left. Cooper wasn't the one to get hurt." Blaine didn't know when he had started to cry, but he couldn't stop.

"You wish it was him...?" His father asked trying to make sense of the sobbed words his son was saying.

"No!" Blaine said sharply. "I would never wish it on anyone. Especially not Cooper!" Blaine insisted. "I just... He got away and I couldn't. I was stuck and alone."

"Oh Blaine." His father breathed, he was crying now too. "I'm so sorry."

"Not your fault." Blaine whispered. "I think I'm going to go Dad."

"Oh okay, can I call you tomorrow?" His father asked almost desperately but the line had gone dead.

Blaine's father stared at the phone with teary eyes, he wanted so badly to phone Blaine back, to make sure he was okay but he knew he should leave it. Things would be okay. Instead he did the next best thing, he sent an email to Charlie letting him know what had happened on the phone and to keep an extra eye on Blaine, knowing his son would need it.