Kurt was lost.
He knew that much.
The last thing he remembered doing was playing hide-and-seek with Blaine in the latter's house (even if Kurt preferred to refer to ita s a mansion, considering its dimensions and how swanky it was)right after they had been sent home from that week's last Warbler meeting. Wes had enlisted all of the week's activities:the impromtu performances, the rehearsals, what songs were more likely to be performed at Regionals and, much to Kurt's disappointment, the Gap Attack. He shuddered while relieving the experience…
"Silence" Wes banged his beloved gavel once again, getting slightly frustrated. "We will not let this meeting turn into a cahotic riot!" David emphasized, glancing worriedly at his dear friends. "Fuck the rules! It's Blaine's fault we made fools out of ourselves in public. At the DAMN mall, Wes! And we shall not rest until the loss of our reputation is avenged." Thad yelled in Blaine's direction. The boy himself looked disraught, tears welling in his hazel eyes, which were full of shame and regret. "Please guys…" he pleaded, voice breaking "I promise I'll make it up to you. I don't want to loose your friendship! It's too important to me…" He uttered the last sentence, sounding lost.
In the meanwhile Kurt was watching the scene unfolding before his eyes, his heart breaking in half at seeing his best friend, the boy he loved (he had come to that realization some time ago) in pain. So he stepped up: "Guys, guys… take it easy on him! It's been a rough week for all of us, espescially for Blaine." He was trying his best at keeping his emotions in check – for his friend's sake – but he couldn't stop his eyes from becoming glassy with unshed tears "He doesn't need his friends to shout hateful things at him." He hesitated. "After all it isn?t entirely his fault, that this happened, it's mine as well. It was Me who convinced all of you to go, you were going to turn his idea down if it wasn't for me. So if youhave to take your rage out on somebody" he took a deep breath "that should be me." During his speech he had subconsciously moved in front of Blaine, shielding him. Kurt closed his eyes, standing up straight and prepearing himself for the shower of insults that he was sure was about to be thrown his way. After all he didn't mind, having transferred from McKinley he was used to insults. But Blaine: kind, sweet, caring Blaine didn't deserve any hate, any slurs, any hurt. However, after a few minutes of silence he dared to open his eyes. Much to his suprise the Warblers weren't angry anymore. They were staring at him, some dumbstruck, some with their eyes wide and their mouth hanging open - as if they'd just had a revelation but most of them with sad, sympathetic gazes. Nick and Jeff, who had been staring softly at each other with sad smiles on their faces and entertwined hands, turned to speak to him: "You are right, Kurt. We were frustrated and angry so we over-reacted, we apologize for that. Maybe it's better if you and Blaine head home? It looks like you could both use some rest." Kurt nodded and complied, taking a grateful Blaine with him.
As soon as the door was closed, Wes turned to the other witnesses of Kurt's act of love: "Dear friends, I hope you'll agree with me when I say that we have one hell of an oblivious hobbit as our lead singer."
The others agreed immediately – having seen the heartbreaking scene that had taken place in front of them that afternoon. "Let's just hope" David added "That he gets his act together before it's too late."
Meanwhile Blaine and Kurt were walking down the hallway – hand in hand – beaming at each other. "Thanks for standing up for me, Kurt, that was incredibly selfless of you – I owe you." Blaine said, breaking the silence. "No, really, it was nothing – no need to thank me. You helped me to stand up to my worst bully – I should be the one thanking you, not the other way round." Kurt replied with a smile, blushing, eyes glued to the ground. "You may not believe me but what you did meant a lot to me." Blaine paused "So…if you'll let me… I'm going to take you to the Lima Bean and we'll get you your grande nonfat moche – my treat." Then Blaine smiled once again and led Kurt outside.
That afternoon Kurt had admitted to Blaine his more-than-friendly feelings for him (now that he thought about it it MIGHT have not been the smartest idea…)and Blaine's ansewer, though slightly disappointing, had brightened his day and left him hopeful for the future. Then they came back here to hang out.
That was three hours ago.
Kurt had still got no idea of where he was.
Actually – he DID have an idea, but there was no way THAT could be true.
He appeared to be sitting in a closet (how ironical), squeezed between a Marc Jacobs jacket and a pair of tight black jeans, both of which rensembled an awful lot his own. Buti t couldn't have been his clothes – there was no way… Because THIS was not his closet.