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"Parent's Night is next week."
Kurt beamed. Blaine winced.
"What's wrong?" Kurt murmured, nudging the older boy.
"Hmm? Oh nothing Kurt. Go on, you need to tell Mrs Hales to send your parents an invitation."
But the junior wasn't letting up. "Don't you need to send out an invite? It's not just parents. You can bring all sorts of family and special friends."
Blaine refused to meet Kurt's gaze. "I'll see you later Kurt." He hurried out, tears welling up in his eyes.
The junior frowned, but pushed the thought back as he grabbing an invite for his parents. He would worry about Blaine later.
"Is it really too hard to come see your own son?"
Kurt knew that voice. It was Blaine. He knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, but nonetheless he slipped into the junior commons and lurked in the shadows.
The reply clearly wasn't pleasing. "Fine. Don't come. But at least let me see my sister."
Blaine tried to run a hand through his felled hair, growing agitated when his hand got stuck.
His voice jumped up an octave. "You can't keep us apart forever! She's my baby sister god dammit! You can't just separate us!"
Blaine voice dropped back down to a low growl when the person he was calling replied. The boy said something Kurt never thought he'd hear from perfect dapper Blaine.
"Yeah? Well fuck you." he hung up, staring into a tall mirror, before putting his fist through it.
Kurt screamed, gaping at Blaine in horror.
Blaine knew Kurt was there but not even the fear of being seen crying in front of him stopped him sobbing and punching the mirror over and over again.
"Blaine! Blaine, stop, you're going to hurt yourself!" Kurt's voice was squeaking in shock, and for a countertenor like him, that was saying something.
Blaine let Kurt drag him from the mirror and he fell into Kurt's arms, not caring at the crowd that had gathered, not caring about Kurt's immaculate Gucci scarf or anything aside from the fact that he was seriously screwed up.
His hand seared from the shards embedded in his skin, and he could feel his hot tears rolling down his cheeks. Dalton Blaine was gone. This was the old, scared Blaine.
He slid to the ground, utterly exhausted. Kurt sat next to him, scared and crying but refusing to leave as he sobbed into the younger boy's chest.
Kurt didn't ask, he just stroked Blaine's hair and whispered soothing things in his ear. He was there, and god bless him for it.
Blaine knew Wes and David had arrived, as he could hear them yelling at people to get lost. He knew everyone would be whispering of him, but he really didn't have the room to care.