The last note of 'Cough Syrup' rang out into the silence of the auditorium. Blaine curled his hand tighter around the mic stand, staring intently at the stage in front of him, uncontrollable shudders running through his entire body as he fought against the growing rage inside of him. It had burst through before and he had snapped at Kurt. Kurt who had only been looking out for him, Kurt who was only worried about him. Blaine thought that he could channel the anger into his performance and it would go away – instead it had just made it intensify and boil closer to the surface.
He could hear movement around him, the soft sound of the auditorium door as the members of the band left then the soft footsteps of his boyfriend has he neared him. A pale hand entered his vision and brush against the hand that still held the microphone stand in too tight of a grip. The touch made Blaine jerk involuntary, his hand spasmed around the stand as he let it go and watched it crash to the floor. Inside him, Blaine felt satisfaction mix with the whirl that was his anger at the loud bang the stand made.
"It's okay Blaine." Tensing at Kurt's words, Blaine curled his hands into fists at his side, glaring at the stage at his feet, desperately trying to push the anger back down.
"It's okay to get angry" Kurt said simply, his voice soft and laced with understanding.
Blaine snapped, kicking out at the fallen mic stand, causing it to roll away across the stage. Turning in a sharp circle, Blaine began to pace the stage, back and forth like an angry tiger trapped in a cage, rage rolling off him in waves.
"How could they do that? The Warblers... they were meant to be my friends. My fucking friends! And then Sebastian Fucking Smythe comes in and they..." Growling in anger, Blaine grabbed at his hair and tugged it in frustration before continuing his agitated walk around the stage. Behind him, Kurt stood in the same place, watching him, letting him talk.
"And Dalton... they're meant to stop this type of shit. They're meant to do things when this happens. That's why they have that stupid policy. BECAUSE THEY'RE MEANT TO BE SAFE!" Blaine screamed into the empty air before sinking to his knees, his hands once again buried in his hair, tugging harshly as the anger gave away to tears. Gentle arms came around him, holding him close as he cried.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Blaine. You deserved so much more than what you got." Kurt whispered into the other boys hair, rocking him back and forth. Clinging to Kurt's arms that were wound tightly around him, Blaine let his walls crumble and his sobs pour out, letting Kurt in. Because Kurt knew. And Kurt understood. Because it wasn't meant to be like this, not all all. Dalton was meant to be the safe haven, the shelter that they had both taken refuge in when the bullying had gotten to be to much. And now the safety that Dalton had offered, the shelter that it had been had been destroyed.
As the tears slowed and the sobs died down, Blaine buried his head into Kurt's shoulder letting himself be held and comforted as he mourned the loss of sanctuary, the loss of what he had once called home. But as he allowed the warmth that his boyfriend wash over him, warming his insides and cocooning him like a security blanket, he thought that maybe he hadn't lost his home – he had simply acquired a new one instead.