Alright, so this is my new WIP! I've been gone for awhile, and I started high school so I'm busy, but I'm gonna make this work (:

Disclaimer: This is trying to depress me, isn't it?

*Prologue*

To say that Chandler was surprised to hear Kurt Hummel calling him on a Monday at 5:00 at night would be a major understatement. When his phone started ringing and Kurt's voice filled the air, he took a deep breath and smiled wide, trying to hide at least some excitement.

"Hey Kurt, what's up!" he asked cheerfully.

"Ch-Chandler?" the other boy whispered, sniffling into the receiver.

"Oh my God, Kurt." Chandler automatically changed to concerned. "What's wrong?"

There was a silence, where Chandler heard a jingle of keys from the other line.

"Do you think you could meet me somewhere?"

Oh, Kurt, I would go anywhere for you he thought, but replied with, "Sure, how about the Lima Bean?"

Kurt took in a sharp breath, an whispered something so low that the other teen couldn't hear. Seeming to realize his volume, he cleared his throat and said hoarsely, "I'll be there in five minutes."

Chandler threw on his coat and ran out to his car. Through the phone, he said, "Are you sure you can drive? You sound... like you've had a rough day. I can pick you up and you can just come to my place if you want?"

Another minute passed, where a sigh if relief was made into the phone. "That sounds great. I'll text you my address, okay?"

"Okay. I'll be at your house soon, I'm on my way!"

The phone line went dead and Chandler smiled wider. Kurt Hummel was going to his house. He was worried, obviously, but excited nonetheless.

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Ten minutes later, Chandler pulled up to a pretty house in Lima. Automatically, he noticed that the boy he was going to pick up was sitting on the front porch, hunched over and slightly shaking. He parked on the side of the road and ran over. Kurt looked up at the footsteps, face blotchy and eyes puffed. No questions asked, Chandler pulled him into a hug and held him for a few minutes until his crying subsided.

Finally, Chandler looked over at the worn out teen and a protective instinct took over. He led him to the passenger side of the car, opened the door, and made sure he was settled in before climbing into the driver's seat and turning his key in the ignition.

Kurt sighed deeply and looked out the window. "I'm sorry," he began. "I didn't have anyone else to call."

"Don't be sorry, it's okay," Chandler assured him. "But... what happened? If you don't mind me asking, of course."

Kurt closed his eyes and answered, his voice cracking, "Blaine broke up with me today."