Okay. Here we go chapter 2! I'm sorry for making these so short, but it's like I MUST start a new chapter because it feels weird if I don't.

Plus, it feels like I've been writing for hours.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

GAH.

ELI GET THE FUCK OUT.

Okay. ANNNND read!

Kurt had planned on spending the entire day with Blaine, but clearly that was not happening. He still couldn't figure out why the hell he had gotten so angry. Kurt thought to himself "No, fuck that you are not forgiving him. He slapped you in the face. He hit you. You're not going to go looking for him... if he wants you...He'll apologize. He wants you...He does."

The room was silent. Kurt stood, back against the wall, in utter shock.

Eli stood petrified against the wall, "What was that?"

"That was my clearly troubled boyfriend." Kurt said pushing himself off the wall, and over towards the dresser to clothe himself. He shoved the drawers open, angrily.

"Oh...you- uh... you too?" Eli said turning to the bathroom.

"You make it sound like it's a disease," Kurt slammed the drawer shut, "But, yes! I'm gay! It's quite clear!"

"Well, I- yes." Eli was awful with words.

"Fine then. I've got to find something to do with my day." Kurt stated simply and headed towards the door, "I'll see you later-"

"Wait!" Eli turned towards the door, "We could do something together?"

"Are you mad? Did you not just witness what happened?" Kurt scoffed, "I will not have my boyfriend think I'm cheating on him, especially with you-"

Eli's face dropped and his expression went blank, "Oh god, that's not what I meant..." Kurt clarified.

"I get it...I'm awkward and annoying and clearly causing some problems..." Eli wiped a tear from his cheek.

"No! Eli! That's not- it's just. I love him. And you being here- I don't know what he was thinking. Look- do you want to go to breakfast with me?" Kurt stuttered.

"If it's not too much to ask, yes, since your- the only one I know here..." Eli sassed.

"Fine, I'll wait." Kurt rolled his eyes and leaned against the door.

"It's much appreciated." Eli whipped around and shut the door to change.

Blaine was no where to be seen, all day. Ever. Kurt was starting to get worried. He knew he wasn't going to forgive him first hand...But, he did love him...and he was clearly upset about something else... Not just the false accusations of Kurt fooling around.

For God's sake they'd been dating 3 months, he wasn't just going to go off like that.

The argument repeated in Kurt's head, "You're lying. Kurt, why are you lying to me?" The way his face looked, so vulnerable, but so full of anger...

Blaine was never, ever easy to figure out... He is like... fruit, with several layers.

"So...we should...hang out more- today was fun." Eli turned to Kurt and looked down on his with his sparkling green eyes.

"Stop coming onto me, you've been doing it all day- I love Blaine-"

"He hit you." Eli snapped.

Kurt could hardly believe what he was hearing. Eli was into him. Fantastic, more drama. This is exactly what he needed. Drama.

"He- it was angry. He's not like that!" Kurt stepped forward defending himself.

"He's stupid." Eli spat leaning into Kurt.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You can be my room-mate, but that's all your going to be. You don't know anything about me or Blaine. You don't know anything. You can't just walk in a think you're going to win me over. You've known me for 2 days. " Kurt bit his lip trying to bite back tears, because Eli was right, Blaine hit him.

"Fine." Eli was so close to Kurt it was like he was trying to-

Eli pressed his lips against Kurt's, forcefully, but... at the same time it was different than the Karofsky incident.

Kurt's arms finally started working and he reached up and shoved Eli's shoulders back.

"Can't you take a hint? I told you, I LOVE BLAINE!" Kurt felt the tears begin streaming down his face.

"No, I can't because your so-" Eli stepped closer.

"STOP JUST STOP. I want you to get a damn room change, now. And if you don't I will. I refuse to be kissed against my will. I refuse to be treated like this! Like I'm some doll. I'm a person. You know, you don't just go around doing what you please!" Kurt's voice broke and he turned on his heel and headed to his dorm.

He entered the silent room, hoping Eli wouldn't come barging in seconds later. He didn't.

Kurt made his way to his double bed, and threw his body at the mattress, face first.

"" He screamed into his pillow.

And then the silence was broken by a faint noise. Kurt jolted his head up, and looked around the room. Then he remembered that he had left his phone here, to avoid checking it all day. And took the phone off the nightstand and unlocked it.

27 un-read messages.

4 voicemails.

5 missed calls.

"Blaine"

Fantastic. He's probably so scared. Like, I did something rash, and went home. Or killed myself. Or worse, told my dad.

"Kurt, please answer your phone. I'm so sorry."

"Kurt, baby, please?"

"Kurt, I'm so sorry"

"Hello?"

"Are you ignoring me now?"

"We seriously need to talk."

"It wasn't your fault. I'm so sorry."

"Kurt?"

"..."

The messages went on and on. Blaine was clearly freaking out.

Kurt dialed the phone.

"Hello?- Kurt?" Blaine's voice was broken and shaky on the phone.

"Blaine... I-" Kurt leaned against the wall.

"I'm so sorry. Kurt, I didn't- that. It wasn't you... or- it's just my dad and-"

"Blaine, I can hardly understand you. Can you breathe?" Kurt scoffed, there was a silent moment, "Okay...proceed."

"My dad... I told him about you, the night I walked you to your dorm, I called him... and he asked me if I had plans...and I told him I was spending the day with my boyfriend... And he blew up on me- he was yelling- and telling me that I'm not allowed to come home anymore and – when- with him- and I just thought- I had gone through all the yelling for no reason- and that you were- with him-" Blaine was so upset, he was crying and panting and grinding his teeth.

"He's gone. I made him get a room transfer. He's fucked enough up." Kurt breathed, "But, I'm not going to just forgive you."

"I...I understand. What I did was wrong. And I shouldn't have done it...I should have believed you. And I'm so sorry, Kurt. I love you." Blaine breathed.

"Iloveyoutoo" Kurt sighed.

"Can...we...meet up- or talk...or something? Kurt. I need you, right now. I'm just-"

"Yeah. I know... but... I think you need to figure this out with your dad... So, when you do that...call me back I guess." Kurt said.

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Kurt-"

"What?"

Blaine's voice cleared, "I love you."

"I love you too, Blaine."

"I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE THIS SHIT IN MY HOUSE. I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME HERE." Blaine's dad was standing at the front door, leaning against the frame, face red, in complete rage.

It was around 7pm, and Blaine had tried calling, but his dad wouldn't pick up, so he came to talk to him. Face to face. Man to man.

"What is your problem?" Blaine asked calmly.

"I'M SICK OF EVERYONE TALKING ABOUT MY FAG OF A SON. I WON'T HAVE THIS SHIT IN MY HOUSE. I TOLD YOU BLAINE. YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED BACK HERE. EVER. GET OUT."

"FIRSTLY, I'M NOT IN THE DAMN HOUSE. AND SECONDLY, EVERYONE CAN KEEP TALKING, ITS NOT GOING TO MAKE ME STRAIGHT, YELLING AT ME, IT ISN'T GOING TO MAKE ME STRAIGHT. KICKING ME OUT, IT ISN'T GOING TO MAKE ME STRAIGHT. Building cars with me, isn't going to make me straight." Blaine was in rage. Why was his dad doing this? Why was he acting like this?

"I refused to believe I raised a fag." His words shot at Blaine and the hot tears began streaming down his dad's face, "I sick of being told that I raised a fag."

"You sound like broken record."

"Keep your mouth shut, Blaine. I'm trying to stay calm and you're making it fucking difficult. Like you do everything."

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON." Blaine's mom came out from behind her husband, "Blaine, honey... What are you doing home?"

"Well, I Dad called me yesterday to ask if I had plans for Saturday, and I told him I was going out with my boyfriend," Blaine clenched his teeth, "He wanted me to come home and help him finish building a car."

He turned on his heel, and made his way to his car, opened the door and stepped in. There were hot tears running down his face, he pulled his phone out of his pocked and dialed Kurt.

"Blaine? Are you okay?"

Blaine sniffed and swallowed, "Meet me at the Lima Bean in 20 minutes." He bit his lip so hard he could taste blood.

"Okay."