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Chapter 1

Kurt rushed down the hall towards the choir room, a look of determination on his face. He reached the choir room where Glee had already begun and yanked the door open and let it slam noisily behind him. The Glee club turned to face him with shocked expressions on their faces.

"You're late Kurt," Mr. Schuester stated.

Kurt didn't bother to glance in his direction, looking instead at his classmates.

"Have any of you seen Blaine today?"

They all shake their heads.

Kurt takes his cell-phone out of his pocket and starts to text Blaine again.

"Have any of you heard from him at all?"

They all shake their heads again.

"No. Kurt what's going on?" Mercedes asks.

"I haven't heard from him all day. He wasn't in any of his classes either."

"Maybe he's sick," Rachel suggests.

"I spoke to him last night, he didn't say he was feeling bad. Besides, he texts me when he's going to be five minutes late for a date, he would definitely let me know if he was going to miss a whole day of classes."

Kurt, frustrated, starts typing out another text.

"He's not answering."

Mr. Schue comes up behind Kurt and puts a hand on his back in a comforting manner.

"Rachel's right, Kurt. He's probably sick. He's probably just sleeping right now and I am sure he'll text you back when he wakes up. Now go have a seat and I bet you'll hear from him before class is done."

Kurt walks over to the red, plastic chairs and sits down in the empty seat in the third row next to Sam. He crosses his legs and places the phone on his lap and stares down at it, willing it to light up.

Half of the class passed with Kurt in the same position, not even pretending to pay attention to Mr. Schue.

All of a sudden the door to the choir room jerks back, the occupants jumping at the sudden noise. They all turn towards the door and stare in shock.

Blaine had shuffled a few feet so that he was no longer standing in the doorway but beyond that he stood still. He was staring down at the ground wearing a baggy sweat shirt, jeans, muddy tennis shoes, and mis-matched socks. His hair was wild and curly not gelled as it usually was.

"Blaine?" Mr. Schue asked, confused and worried for his young student.

Blaine looks up and stares with dead eyes in his teacher's direction. Tear tracks are staining his cheeks and even in obvious distress is still polite as it has been drilled into him.

"Sorry I'm late Mr. Schue. Something happened . . . came up . . . It won't happen again," he finishes, his chin dropping once again to his chest.

Kurt, who was the only one who didn't look up when the door swung open, staring too intensely at his phone, was making his way down the steps towards his boyfriend.

Kurt reaches him and puts his arms out to touch him but Blaine flinches away.

"Blaine?" Kurt asks, shocked and hurt.

Blaine looks up, as if just noticing Kurt is standing in front of him for the first time, he jerks forward, throwing his arms around Kurt's shoulders and sobbing into his chest.

Mr. Schue came over to try to figure out what was going on, reaching out to touch Blaine's arm making him flinch again and bury himself further into Kurt's chest.

Kurt turned them so he was facing Mr. Schue and gave him a cold stare.

"Do you think you guys could give us a minute? I really don't think you all staring at him is helping any."

The Glee club kids started to file out. Mike caught Kurt's eye as he passed and Kurt nodded to him to let him know he would fill him in later. Mr. Schue didn't move.

"I really don't hink I should leave when it's this obvious something bad happened," Schue stated.

"No offense Mr. Schue, but I know my boyfriend much better than you do and there is more of a chance for him to open up if you aren't here."

Mr. Schue hesitated but eventually followed the rest of the glee kids out of the room. As soon as Mr. Schue was out of sight Kurt tried unsuccessfully to disconnect himself from the smaller boy.

"Hey, I'm not going anywhere. I just think it would be better if we were sitting down don't you?"

Blaine didn't respond but did loosen his grip so that Kurt could get out of the hug. Kurt made sure to grab his hand, sensing that Blaine needed the human contact, and guided him towards the chairs. Kurt sat down, sitting Blaine down in the chair next to him, who immediately curled up against his side, still crying silent tears. Kurt wrapped his arm around him, whispering softly into his ear, trying to soothe him. It took almost fifteen minutes before Blaine was calm enough to be able to speak.

Kurt helped him sit up, as he seemed to be exhausted and let Blaine lean on him for support, his head tucked underneath Kurt's chin.

"You okay now B?"

"Yeah," Blaine replied, his voice hoarse from crying.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Blaine sniffled. "But I guess I should."

"Whenever you're ready B," Kurt said.

Blaine reached up to wipe his eyes and sniffled again before starting to speak.

"My car's been making that funny noise all weekend, you know the one where . . ."

"Yes, I know. I told you to bring the car by the shop and I'd take a look at it."

Blaine nodded. "It broke down last night on my way home from work."

"Why didn't you call me? I would have come to pick you up."

"I know. But I knew you were with Mercedes, and I didn't want to bother you. So I called my dad."

Blaine sniffled and nuzzled closer to Kurt who tightened his arm around him in response.

"He was already so mad when he showed up. He had a couple of friends over for the game and he had to make them leave to come get me. The car ride home was awful. He just kept yelling at me. And then I got your text, the one that said . . .," he blushed.

Kurt gave a little nod and smirked, "Yes, I believe I know the one you are referring to."

Blaine smiled a little and cleared his throat before his eyes darkened again, get back to the story.

"I guess he figured out that I was no longer paying attention cause the next think I know he is grabbing the phone out of my hands and reading your text."

Blaine shuddered and Kurt tightened his hold on him, not liking where this was going.

"I've never seen him so angry before. Then we were both yelling at each other. I don't even remember any of what was said. Then . . . It happened so fast."

Tears started streaming down Blaine's face once again, Kurt leaned down and placed a kiss on his unruly curls, muttering softly until Blaine was clam enough to speak again.

"He lost control of the car. He tried . . . He tried . . . Next thing I remember is waking up. We were on the side of the road, up against a tree. I looked over and my dad was just lying there. I tried to wake him up . . . I tried . . . but he wouldn't. I called 911. I don't really remember much else. I must have passed out. The next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital."

Kurt pulled Blaine up and turned him around to face him, his mouth was open in shock.

"Why didn't you call me?"

Blaine shrugged. "I didn't want to bother you."

Kurt remembered the similar response to an earlier question and force Blaine to meet his eyes.

"But don't you think I would want to know that my boyfriend is in the hospital?"

Blaine shrugged. Kurt seeing that he was not getting through to him tried another tactic.

"Wouldn't you like to know if I was in the hospital?"

"Of course," Blaine answered immediately.

Kurt raised his eyebrows as if to say 'now do you get it?' but looking into Blaine's eyes, could see that he didn't and decided to leave it, sensing that there was still more to the story.

Blaine settled back in his seat, head down, and hands clasped firmly in his lap. He seemed to be trying to distance himself from Kurt now.

"I'm okay. Just cuts and bruises . . . a slight concussion. My dad though, wasn't so lucky."

Blaine turned to face Kurt, tears streaming down his face once again.

"He's in a coma, Kurt."

Kurt gasped in shock.

"And when my mom found out what happened . . ."

"She . . ." Kurt prompted.

"She kicked me out Kurt. She said it was my fault."

Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine, to shocked to say anything.

"She hates me Kurt."

"Oh honey, I'm sure that's not true."

"She's the one who said it. I don't know what I'm supposed to do now Kurt, where am I supposed to go."

"You'll stay with us, of course."

"I can't impose on your family like that Kurt."

"You won't be imposing B. Dad and Carole love you."

Blaine blushed and looked down, trying to hide his face from Kurt's view.

"Maybe, but I don't think he'd be cool with me living with you as your boyfriend. Plus, they already took in Sam . . ."

"I'm sure it'll be fine B, but if not we'll figure something else out okay? You are not alone. Okay?"

"Okay."

Blaine sits up and wipes his eyes, seeming a little bit calmer. Kurt stands up and turns to face Blaine, offering his hand. Blaine takes it and lets Kurt pull him to his feet. Kurt wraps an arm around Blaine's shoulder and guides him towards the door.

"Let's say we go get you cleaned up a bit and then go to my house and talk to my dad," Kurt suggests.

"Sounds good," Blaine replies, letting Kurt hold him as they walk to the nearest bathroom.

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