A/N: Oh hello there. It's been a while. Yes, this is another Glee FanFiction. Yes, I know that Glee has been off the air for like, three years at this point. But, there is still so much content. It's amazing. Regardless, I hope you guys enjoy this story. It's a little bit of everything. Also, lets not beat around the bush here. The uploads on this thing will be irregular, as I'm back at uni, and I know you're probably like 'oh why not post it when you're not at uni', which is a good point, but I have been so inspired lately, I just had to post it. DISCLAIMER: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY - I have nothing against people who are well off or "rich". That is something they earned, good for them. However, for the purpose of this story, the "Well-off" are the antagonists. I do not mean this to offend anyone, and I apologise if you are offended, but this is Fiction so... yeah. Okay. I hope you like this story. Thank you. JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.

PROLOGUE

"They broke the wrong parts of me. They broke my wings, and forgot I had claws" – Anonymous

July 15th, 2012

Lima used to be a bustling town. It was filled with all kinds of people. Young and old, big and small. It was a community. Everyone knew everyone, and they would always say hello and stop to have a conversation. In the middle of town, there was a bookstore. It was a lively place, somewhere you could go to escape the world for a while. Never a lonely place, there would always be someone inside, sitting curled in a corner, sipping tea or coffee and reading a book. Across the way, the Lima Bean was thriving. The perfect combination, coffee and a book. It was a place where you could be free, lose yourself in the pages of a story, see the perspective of someone else, through their eyes. Never lose hope in the world, or the people around you. Art and Marge McGregor, the owners of the bookstore, were a lovely elderly couple. They had lived in Lima their whole lives and had made a living from this bookstore. When the Lima Bean opened, it brought even more business to their little shop. It was their Eden in the middle of small town Ohio. Kurt Hummel, at sixteen, would escape his highschool worries in this bookstore. He would grab a coffee from the Lima Bean, and cross the road, to lose himself in a good book. It was his heaven, his safe place. The McGregor's loved him like he was their son, and he treated them like his grandparents, mostly because he didn't know his real ones. At thirteen, he was tall and lanky, but his blue eyes stood out the most. Kurt had been living his whole life afraid of who he really was. He had a tough time telling his father anything, and the fact that his mother had died when he was younger was especially strange. His father was the only one he had left. The only person he could rely on in the world. He would escape to the bookstore, and imagine that his mother was still alive, they would sit together, and read, talk about adventures they would go on with the occupants of the story they were reading. It was a magical place, in a magical time in the history of Ohio. But like in all books, history is bloody, and this was going to be no different.

On a Tuesday, after school, Kurt would go to the Lima Bean, get a drink and then cross the road to the bookstore. But on this particular Tuesday, he was shocked to see that the bookstore had shut its doors. Mr. McGregor was picking up the last of his things when he turned around and spotted Kurt, looking up at the building that had given him so much freedom. Art smiled at him, told him that someone had opened a book emporium in the shopping mall up the street, that no one was coming into the small little shop anymore. In fact, it had been suffering for months. Kurt wondered what he could do, he asked Art if there was any way to change the situation, but Mr. McGregor just placed his hands-on Kurt's shoulders, told him that the world is a cruel place, and he needs to protect his family and his heart. Art handed him a folder, told him to open it when he was alone, and that hopefully they would meet again one day. Kurt watched the old man as he waddled over to his car, smiling as he got in, and then drove off. Something churned in Kurt's stomach, he wondered why a book emporium in the mall would drive customers away from this little piece of history. He would soon come to realise that it wasn't just the fact that the mall had opened, it was the fact that a redevelopment of land just out of Westerville, was bringing about all the upper-class rich types to settle here, that a change of pace was coming to the community. Like most things, he thinks, change might be nice. But there is nothing to suggest this is true. Kurt continued to go back to that bookshop, on the off chance that the McGregor's got it back open, and were thriving again, yet everytime, he was unsurprisingly disappointed that it was still closed. He would stand there for hours, just staring at it, trying to get the same feeling he used to when he was inside. But there was nothing. It was just cold, dank, and endless. Pretty soon, the rest of Lima began to feel the effects. More small businesses were closed due to the rich preferring the "higher standards" that the mall offered. Kurt's fathers' business was on the brink of falling apart. But they somehow managed to keep their heads above water. For the time being anyway.

On July 23rd, 2013, Kurt lost his father. It was during the raid. He had been working on a car that wasn't secured correctly on his holding post, and it fell on top of him, essentially crushing him to death. Without someone to take over, as Kurt was only thirteen, Hummel Tyres and Lube went under, and the building that used to house his fathers shop was brought by a rich bank owner, who wanted to turn it into another Lima Bank Branch. He was powerless to stop them. On his own, he couldn't, and he wasn't any closer to convincing anyone else to help him. All he had now, was his step-mother and brother, but that wasn't enough to fill the void in his heart, and even his step-mother couldn't seem to cope with the loss of her husband. Kurt never spoke another word of the death to anyone. People at school knew never to speak of it, and when someone did, Kurt would just leave, even if that was in the middle of a class. His brother Finn, the same age as him, promised that they would be there for each other, that they would protect their families. Kurt believed him. He had no reason not to. For two years, he and Finn struggled through life. Kurt's step-mother was so incapacitated by her husband's death, that she had shut herself off from the world, and from them. Finn and Kurt were, essentially, on their own. At fifteen, they were resourceful. After Carole, Finn and Kurt's mother, lost her job, she moved to Westerville, to live with her sister, and Finn and Kurt, unable to pay the bills, were kicked out of the house. They stayed with friends for a while, moving from place to place, collecting a group of misfit friends who were just like them. Lonely, wandering, and lost. When Finn came home to their current residence one day, and told him that he'd gotten his girlfriend pregnant, Kurt didn't know what to do. His brother is sixteen. He's meant to be the smarter one of the two. He was reminded then, of the folder that Art McGregor had given him two years ago. He ran to grab it from where he had kept it safe and found that Art and Marge had given them the deed to a house they owned, just on the outskirts of town, that they could live in, and enough money for them to get by for a while. Finn told Kurt that it could be their place, a place they could stay and be free from everything. They agreed to honour the memory of the McGregor's, by giving the house life again.

When they arrived at Shine Park, they saw the white brick house. It was magnificent, three stories, at least nine bedrooms, plenty of living space. It was grand, the perfect little home just on the outskirts of town, not close enough to the rich people, but still out of the way. Kurt was unsure that they would be able to fill it with as much life as the McGregor's gave in their work, but he promised Finn that he would try. In the beginning, it was just the three of them (soon to be four). Finn and his girlfriend Rachel, who had been unceremoniously kicked out of her house when her parents found out she was pregnant, were living there as well, and it was nice, just for them to have a place they could once again, feel safe. School was another thing. They were all in the New Direction show choir at William McKinley Highschool. It was a grand thing, the group of misfits fit together perfectly. Each of them had their own stories of being affected by the rising rate of the rich, and powerful, taking over their town. Their cheery teacher, William Schuester was always lively, dancing around, trying to get them to smile. The school itself was well maintained, but it wasn't a fancy private school like the school in Westerville. It was just a normal, public highschool. On the evening of January 25th, 2016, Kurt, Finn, Rachel and the rest of the New Directions arrived at the school, along with some of the remaining kids, to find that it had been destroyed. Something had happened to their school, and it was completely in tatters. Two people in suits and Mr. Schuester saw them standing there and came over to tell them that until further notice, they would be running classes at the Lima Town Hall, for the kids who couldn't afford to transfer to Dalton Academy. It became another story. Another thing to try and forget. Kurt and Finn didn't go to the teachings as the Lima Hall. Most of the kids they used to go to school with, had either left Lima all together, or transferred to Dalton. The group of misfits that was the New Directions, were left without a school, and without homes. Kurt told them that there was enough room for them at the house, Finn had formally named McGregor Manor, that it would be their last safe place in what used to be a lively, and upbeat town. The group of misfits quickly became a close-knit family.

February 12th, 2018

Friday

Blaine Anderson sat at a window booth in the Lima Bean, pretending to be interested in the conversation that Wes and David were having about stupid song lists for their final performance of the year before graduation. He was hoping beyond anything, that the boy he had been watching for the better part of the last year or so, would show up again today, that he might work up the courage to go and introduce himself. It was always around the same time, on a Friday this time, that the porcelain skinned, blue-eyed boy would show up at the old, dilapidated bookstore across the road, and stare at it for a few moments, before leaving again. Blaine had been watching him, curious as to why he does it, why he's never seen the boy before. It had become like an inside joke between him and his "friends". Blaine had never felt more out of place in his life, then when he started highschool. Even when he surrounded by people, he still feels like an outcast, someone who never really had a place in the world. There is something about the blue-eyed boy that intrigued him, made him feel like he was a part of something. Which is strange, because he doesn't even know the boys name, or anything else about him. His family is from Westerville, and the re-development of Lima had been on the news a lot lately. This is the last open business in Lima, to his knowledge anyway. Right on four pm, the Blue-Eyed Boy shows up, and takes his position out the front of the former bookstore. Wes and David had left him here, not even realising he wasn't with them, but he didn't mind. He turned so he could face the boy he'd been subconsciously thinking about for the last year or so and began to try figuring him out again. He knows he probably looks creepy, staring at someone, so consistently and without breaking eye contact. But he gets lost in the freedom it allows him to feel. Something in his mind made him stand up, and as he was leaving the coffee shop, he noticed that he was about to cross the road. Fearing that he had nothing to lose, he made his approach. It didn't seem to bother him, the Blue-Eyed Boy, that Blaine had moved to stand beside him. In fact, he didn't seem to be paying attention to him at all. He was staring at something, something important, but Blaine couldn't pinpoint what they might be.

Working up the courage, he turned to the boy and introduced himself. Blaine noticed the flinch from the young man as he spoke, sort of as if he'd broken the sound barrier or something. He just smiled, not knowing what else to say as the boy hadn't replied but had turned to look at him. There was no expression on his face that Blaine could make out. Without warning, the boy grabbed his arm and began pulling him down the street. It wasn't a tight grip, it didn't hurt him, but it was strong enough that he was able to be pulled. He noticed that he was being pulled towards the local park, however, he wasn't scared. He was curious, but the fear had left him, because he somehow felt safe with the stranger he'd never met before. As they were walking, Blaine noticed the tautness of the boy's shoulders, and the way his clothes brought out his amazing figure. It was the small things about him that Blaine couldn't see from far away. Just as Blaine was about to say something, they came to an abrupt halt, and the Blue-Eyed Boy turned to him, looking him in the eyes. They were amazing up close, Blaine noted to himself, wanting to spend more time getting to know this stranger that had stolen every fibre of his being. Blaine knew that the stranger was trying to work him out, wondering if he could trust him. He still doesn't know this guy's name, and the fact that he's just been pulled through a park, in broad daylight, should alarm him. But he's curious. He's seen the boy around a lot recently, more so than usual. He's enamoured by him, wants to know his story. Nothing about this is normal. Nothing about this is sane. But he doesn't care. After a few moments of staring, the Blue-Eyed Boy seems to conclude something about Blaine, and gestures towards a house, in the distance at the end of the park. Blaine had been told stories about the house, that is used to belong to a lovely old couple, the McGregor's but he never knew what happened after that. From the outside, it looks well kept, but just enough so that if someone looked at it, they would think it was abandoned. He followed the boy down the path, through the wrought iron gate, and into the white brick house. Once inside, Blaine could tell that the house was unequivocally lived in. It was loved, and lived in. Blaine put his bag down on a chair and removed his blazer. The Blue-Eyed Boy, sensing the relaxing vibe, sprung on him, pinning him to the wall.

'Who are you and why have you been watching me for the last fourteen months?' he asked, faces close together

'I told you, my name is Blaine Anderson. I... you're hard to ignore. I was curious. You make me feel alive, free somehow,' Blaine replied, careful to phrase his sentences so he didn't sound stalkery.

'A prep school rich boy like you should be careful around these parts. People here don't take kindly to your lot,' Kurt said, and the venom in his tone made Blaine frown in confusion

'Can you at least tell me your name. Please, I won't tell anyone,' Blaine said, knowing he can't keep referring to him as "The Blue-Eyed Boy".

'My name is Kurt. That's all you need to know. Give me your phone,' Kurt said urgently

Kurt. He finally could put a name to the face he hasn't been able to get out of his mind. Kurt still had him pinned against the wall, and he was trying really hard to hold it together, not let his emotions get the best of him like he has unfortunately, done before. After a few minutes, Kurt backs away from him, going to the other side of the room, and crossing his arms. Blaine uses the opportunity to look around the house, or at least the room he was in. It was a large living room, spacious, and it looked like a few people might live here, given the amount of stuff scattered around the room. Kurt tilted his head to the right, eyeing him, waiting to see if he would leave. But he's got himself in the door. He must know more now. It's like a drug, that's taken over his body, and he can't think logically or straight. Blaine moved from where he'd been pinned against the wall, having spotted some pictures of three young children. Kurt was still watching him, curious as to his motives perhaps, or thinking about how he's going to murder him? Blaine still doesn't feel like he's in danger, but you never know. The venom in his voice when he mentioned Blaine's "prep-school rich boy" persona, makes him think there is something else going on. Blaine went to turn back to Kurt, only to find that he was tidying some things up, putting stuff away, and staring at Blaine's bag and blazer. It was the kind of look you'd wear if you're going to murder someone. He didn't want his blazer to get ruined, but Kurt looked like he wanted to rip it to shreds, or at least throw it in the fire. Blaine was about to ask another question when the door opened. Kurt moved quickly, closing the doors to the living room, and speaking softly to whomever had just entered the house. Clearly, he didn't want whoever it was to know that he was here, but Blaine couldn't help eavesdropping. Curiosity, as they say, killed the cat. Kurt was whispering to someone, about needing to take care of something, something that had been plaguing him for the better part of a year, and he noticed the other boy, glance in the direction of the lounge. Hoping he hadn't been spotted, Blaine moved back over to the chair he'd placed his bag on, and sat on the edge of it, crossing his legs, and waiting. Waiting for something… anything that would help him to understand what he was doing here and understand all the little things about Kurt that he wasn't able to pick up from far away.

Blaine pulled out a book he'd been reading, deciding to try and get some of his homework done whilst he's waiting around for Kurt to return. He's been dreaming about this moment, but this isn't how he'd thought it would go. He wanted to get inside Kurt's mind, figure him out, work out why he's been having feelings for someone, he's only been watching. If he'd told anyone else this, they would've called him a stalker, and maybe he has been stalking the Lima Bean, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kurt, but he's gay, and Kurt's beautiful, and he's a teenager. Hormones make you do stupid things. He doesn't regret it though. He doesn't regret a single thing, and he wanders to himself whether or not that could come back to bite him in the arse. It felt like hours before Kurt returned, but it really was just a few minutes. Blaine stood quickly, the book he'd been reading falling to the floor with a thump. Kurt bent down to pick it up, handing it back to Blaine, before telling him to grab his stuff and follow him. Blaine did as he was told, hoping that he wasn't being led to his death, then mentally slapping himself for thinking that he's going to be murdered by Kurt. The boy doesn't seem like he's capable of murdering someone, but then again, serial killers are socially inept. Or that's what all the TV Shows claim anyway. Blaine looked around as he followed Kurt through the magnificent house. He saw that it was three stories, there were some parts that were falling apart, but had been cordoned off, like they were going to be fixed at a later date or something. They headed up to the second-floor landing, and Blaine was able to get a quick glimpse at some pictures. There was one of a group of people, and an older adult, in what looked like a school. There were pictures of Kurt, and the boy he was talking to downstairs, smiling and looking happy, in front of a house. There were another one of three young children, playing in the dirt, and having a great old time. Kurt led Blaine up another flight of stairs, and over to the far side of the hallway, which wasn't as covered with pictures, but did have a lovely light mauve wall paint halfway done but looking amazing. Kurt turned to him, once more asking for his phone.

'Why? I'm not going to call anyone or…' Blaine said, confused.

'Just give me the phone. Geez, you rich kids think you own the world and don't have to do something when someone asks. It makes me sick to my stomach. It's the weekend. Do you need to let anyone know where you are?'

'M-my parents might worry that I haven't come home,' Blaine said, not missing the venom in Kurt's voice at the mention of him being a "rich kid" again.

'Text them. Tell them you're staying at a friend's house for the weekend, and nothing else,' Kurt said, handing him back the phone, watching him type, and hit send, before grabbing the phone back and turning it off. They stopped outside a white door, at the end of the hall.

'This is your room. Mine is across the hall there. Dinner is at six. If you're late, you miss out. Here are some clothes. Get changed and come back downstairs.' Kurt said, handing him a shirt and a pair of sweats. He was about to leave, but turned back at the last minute and said, 'Not that it will matter, they'll be able to smell the rich on you,' Kurt replied, and Blaine grew more curious.

After that, Kurt went back downstairs, and Blaine entered the bedroom Kurt had led him to. It was rather large, considering it looked small on the outside. Inside the room, it was cosy. There was a double bed, a red and blue doona cover set on the bed. A large wardrobe was in the corner, and a small set of draws on the other side. A small bookcase and desk were in the corner beside a window, that overlooked why Blaine believed to be the back yard. He placed his bag down, and quickly got changed, placing his uniform neatly on the bed, before working up the courage to return downstairs. He found himself wandering around for a minute, until he found Kurt. The boy was in the kitchen, flipping through a recipe book. Blaine took a seat at the small table on the far side of the room and waited. Obviously, Kurt had wanted to tell him something, but he's more curious now than ever before, and the phone thing made him question this whole thing a little. Why would Kurt need to take his phone? He would never tell anyone about this, mostly because they'd think he was mad, but also because this place is something else. He feels safe here, which is strange, because it was almost like Kurt had kidnapped him, brought him here to have his way with him, before doing something terrible. Why his mind had gone directly to the darker side, he had no idea. From the living room, he could hear someone talking, and then a child's laughter. Blaine knew that it must be one of the kids in the pictures that he saw and began trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. If Wes and David knew what went through his mind, both at school and when he's at home, they would probably kick him out of the Warblers, which is the acapella group at Dalton Academy. Apparently, a few years ago, they got some transfers from the old highschool that used to be in Lima. He can't remember what it was called, but his parents told him that it was a dilapidated little building that fell apart, after all the kids left to attend Dalton. He felt a little bad about the fact that so many kids were displaced from their original school, which is what set him apart from the rest of the kids in his neighbourhood. They didn't seem to give a shit what happened to the kids, or families who lost everything after the mall came to Lima. But he did. He always felt bad when he hears the stories or see the kids from that part of town at his school, bagging out the ones who couldn't afford the tuition, and had to move out of state, or drop out completely. He'd never thought it was something to be proud of, putting others down. Suppose that's what drew him to Kurt. He can tell that Kurt is different.

At five, Blaine heard the front door open, and a chorus of people entered, all talking as they walked through the house. Kurt looked at him, as if silently telling him to stay where he was, but the look in his eyes spoke more of fear, than anger or annoyance. He and Kurt had been talking, not about the things he really wants to know, just about silly little things, like what they would be doing right now if they weren't doing this. Blaine was telling Kurt about his latest English assignment, which is where he saw Kurt shut down for the first time. His eyes glazed over, and in an attempt not to roll them, Kurt stood up and walked to the other side of the kitchen, getting out some things for dinner. Blaine had changed the vibe. Before, it was casual and open, now it feels like he's shut down any opportunity to ask Kurt questions about his life, and why things are the way they are with him. He desperately wants to know what is going on, why this is his life, and why school is such a burden, or at least, a boring topic for him. But he doesn't ask the questions. He knows the mood isn't right. Instead, he tries to think of a way to lighten the mood, change the atmosphere again, but his mind is cloudy. Kurt is back to looking at him like he's trying to solve a puzzle. Again. They're trying to get information out of each other, but neither of them is willing to open up any further, than revealing their names. Blaine's "Rich boy" persona is also a dampener. It gets in the way of him being able to prove to Kurt that they're similar. Maybe in their likes and dislikes, and in the way, they see the world. Kurt is a mystery to him, and he wants to find the clues to solve that mystery, but the boy is so good at keeping things close to his chest, to himself, that he doesn't know if he's going to ever be able to solve it. Having never had the opportunity to see life through someone elses perspective, he's unabashed by the intensity that he feels from being here. From being near Kurt. He needs to break the mood he created, try to get himself back on even ground.

'Okay, you've kidnapped me. Now what?' Blaine said, in what he thought was a joking tone, but apparently didn't come across

'I didn't kidnap you. At any time, you can leave. I thought you were curious though. You keep staring at me, like you want to eat me or something. Stop trying to figure me out Blaine Anderson. I am one puzzle you can't put together. I'm the riddle you can never solve,' Kurt said, smirking as he sat across from Blaine, learning forward enough, so that he was in his personal space. Blaine went on the defensive, trying to get across what he wanted to say

'You know, I'm just like you. Yes, I might be rich and what not, but I'm an outcast too. I'm invisible at school, I don't even know if I have friends, I just tag along with a bunch of people who I think are my friends. I'm more like you than you think,' He said, never breaking eye contact, leaning a little more into Kurt's personal space. The other boy moved back and stood up.

'You are nothing like me. You don't know me. You don't know us. Don't pretend that you do,' Kurt said, walking down a hallway towards a set of stairs.

At five thirty, Kurt told Blaine to go to his room, and wait there for him. Blaine did it without argument, figuring it would be beneficial for him in the long run, especially if he wanted his questions answered, maybe this would get Kurt to open up to him more. Blaine entered the room and closed the door. He would be able to distract himself by doing some of the homework he's behind on. Then at least, he'll have something to stop his mind working. Kurt said that he could leave at any time. He doesn't feel like a prisoner, he doesn't feel like he's being held against his will. He wants to be here, which is strange, because someone else in this situation would probably have freaked out and called the cops by now. Blaine pulled out his text book, and a pen, and settled at the small desk in the corner of the room to work. Kurt was preparing dinner in the kitchen, when his brother Finn entered the room, carrying his six-month-old son, Charlie. Kurt cooed at his nephew, and asked how Rachel was doing, before he told Finn that he needed to be careful now. They had a quick conversation about their days, before Charlie began to fuss, and Finn hurried out of the room with him. Kurt was thinking about Blaine. Ever since he'd noticed the boy staring at him last year, he'd wondered about him. Why he was staring at him was a little weird, but Kurt was curious. He knew that Blaine was watching him, but he didn't know why. He had imagined, going into the coffee shop, and introducing himself. But Kurt hadn't stepped foot in the Lima Bean in years, and he had no plans to any time soon. Bringing Blaine here was a spur of the moment thing, but he hasn't been able to get the boy out of his thoughts. He tried to ignore the feelings he was having, the dreams, but the eyes, the shape of his face, the features, so soft and distinguished, it's hard to forget him. Today, he had come so close to kissing Blaine, that he knew he had to pull away. He's not a bad person. He's not trying to keep Blaine here against his will, but like the rich boy, Kurt has questions. Questions about Blaine, things that he needs to know. He's stuck on him, and he can't get him out of his head. If he can spend the weekend with him, he might be able to shake it, and then things can go back to normal. But Blaine also claims to be just like him. An outcast. A misfit. He should be given the chance to prove that, and to prove his loyalty.

At six, Kurt called everyone to dinner, then went upstairs to get Blaine. He knocked on the door, and waited for Blaine to call out, before entering. Kurt had changed into casual clothes, sweat pants, and an old band T-Shirt. He looked comfortable, and Blaine's mind chimed in with "attractive". Silencing the thoughts in his head, Blaine put his books away and followed Kurt downstairs, but was stopped before he entered the kitchen, and told that whilst he might be a guest here, the others might not take so kindly to him. Blaine nodded, knowing it was going to be a long night, of questions, and bad 'rich boy' jokes, that he'd try hard to let roll off of him. He hates being called "Rich Boy", especially by Kurt. He hates that he is more well off, and he hates that his family parade that around like it means something. It doesn't mean anything. Kurt handed Blaine a plate and told him to grab whatever flavour of pizza he wanted, then join them in the dining room. Blaine looked around at the selection. There were at least seven different types. It took him a while to choose which one he wanted the most, and when he'd finally decided, and went to join the others in the dining room, it was just Kurt and another taller boy, sitting at one end of the table. The tall boy looked over at Blaine, but he wasn't surprised. Kurt had probably told him what was going on. Kurt gestured to a chair beside him, and Blaine hurried into it, placing his plate down, and greeting the tall boy across from him, who didn't say anything, or change his expression. The talk was between Kurt and Blaine, once again about nothing in particular, whilst the tall boy tried to figure him out, kind of like Kurt had been doing, but he looked more pissed off, than friendly. Blaine didn't introduce himself, he knew that Kurt would do that when the time was right, and he made a mental note to ask Kurt about control issues, perhaps when they're more acquainted with one another first though. Just as Blaine was about to break the silence between himself and the tall boy, whose name he'd found out to be Finn, several people entered the room, all stopping the talking when they saw him. A short, brunette girl stepped forward, she had a scar on her cheek, and dark make up around her eyes. She pointed at Blaine and asked who he was. Kurt stepped in front of him.

'This is the kid who has been staring at me for the last fourteen months,'

'Why did you bring him here? Ugh I can smell the rich on him,' the short girl said, scrunching up her nose in disgust.

'He's been watching me for the last three months. I wanted to know why. He said he's curious about me,' Kurt replied, turning to who Blaine was assuming are his friends

'I don't buy it. You work for CPS or something don't you? You're the teen they send in undercover when they're planning to launch an attack. Who do you work for?'

'I don't work for anyone. I swear. I'm just a kid, like you guys. Kurt's just…He's just… interesting. I wanted to know more about him,' Blaine said, failing to hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks

'I don't trust this rich kid. He's not one of us Kurt. He doesn't know this life, and you brought him here? The only place we can be ourselves, our safe haven. You brought a snobby little spoilt rich boy here?' the Finn said, standing up from the table

'FINN! You're welcome to interrogate him if you want,' Kurt replied, and Blaine looked at him incredulously

'Bro, I don't trust him, but I do trust you. If he's here for the weekend, we'll all get to know him. If you want to prove that you're "just like us", you'd better be ready,' Finn said, before leaving the room to help clean up.

Later that evening, whilst they were sitting in the lounge surrounded by everyone, their thighs touching, Kurt told Blaine that over the course of the weekend, he could ask anything he wants, and Kurt will answer. Unless it's a big question that requires a more in-depth response, he'll do whatever he can to get Blaine out of his mind, and out of his house. The shorter of the two agreed, and Kurt told him that he could have the night to think of some questions he wants to ask, they'll start bright and early in the morning. Blaine spent most of the night writing questions down, instead of watching the movie. He'd seen in a billion times before anyway, so it's not like he's missing anything. Besides, Kurt had curled into him, and he didn't want to lose the warmth that had filled his insides. Finn had noticed Blaine's closeness to his brother and had worked to appease the minds of the rest of their family, that Kurt knows what he's doing. Rachel pointed out to him that the two of them like each other, that this could be the boy Kurt was talking about all those months ago when he said he felt like he was missing something. Finn asked if she was worried, and she shook her head, because she knew that Kurt would be okay, that they would be there for him, just like he's always been there for them. But the question remained for all of them. Can they trust Blaine? He is a rich kid, from the other side of town, and he does go to Dalton, and throws his money around like it's nothing. They despise those kinds of people. Yet Finn tells Rachel that he knows Blaine is different. There is something about him, something inside him that tells him that he was telling the truth when he said he's more like them, than the rick folk. The two watch Kurt and Blaine, trying to deny their feelings for one another, when everyone can tell that maybe, just maybe, they're meant to be together. But only time will tell. For now, they're still cautious around Blaine, and if Blaine was smart, he'd be careful around them as well.

At about eleven, everyone started to turn in for the night. Kurt walked with Blaine to his appointed bedroom and stopped just before they got to the door. Blaine thought that this might be the moment in which Kurt kisses him, instead the other boy told him that he needs to be up bright and early, because they're working on the house tomorrow, and because he's here, he can help. Blaine nodded, promising he'd be up, and Kurt told him that he's welcome to leave at any point, Kurt will understand, that he isn't a prisoner here. Blaine nodded, and told him that he knew that, and Kurt nodded, saying goodnight, before turning and going into his bedroom. Blaine waited until Kurt had shut his door, before turning to go into his bedroom. He'd texted his parents earlier to tell them that he was sleeping at a friend's house, but he didn't give details, so if they call Wes or David, and he's not there, they'll worry about him. Blaine wondered where Kurt had put his phone, and then remembered there was a draw in the living room, he'd seen Kurt open earlier this afternoon. He snuck back downstairs, and over to the draw, pulling out his phone and switching it on. He was about to head back to his bedroom, when he was cornered by Finn and another boy, both looked angry, and were glaring at him, and the phone in his hands. He tried to tell them that he just needed to make sure that his parents didn't come looking for him, that he was safe, and that he needs someone to cover for him in case his parents call, but neither of them said anything. Finn told him to do what he needed to, and then go to bed, and Blaine swore he heard the other boy mumble something about "spoilt rich boys". Blaine didn't want to betray anyone, but he couldn't have the police searching for him, that would betray them more. After he was done, he turned the phone off, returned it to the draw, and went back to bed. Tomorrow is a new day, and he's going to get answers to some of his questions.

A/N: Let me know what you guys think. Like I said, the uploads on this will be irregular, so I apologise for that. Thank you to everyone who still follows my stories, and has me on alert. I appreciate you guys. Reviews (with constructive criticism) are welcome. Thank you. JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.