As promised, a much longer chapter. And Kurt/Blaine interaction. Thanks for the reviews. I love writing this story *-*

Oh and btw I have never taking any drugs (booze and cigarretes included), so I just write what I new of second hand experiences or the Internet. I hope I don´t offend anyone with anything.


Chapter 2

"Fuck it. Blaine, do something. Shit,shit,shit,shit."

"Call for an ambulance. Please stay awake. Shit, help me get him into the tub!"

"No. You can´t call them. Blaine you can´t."

Ten minutes after that, it was too late for an ambulance.


Blaine was lucky to have friends like David, Wes, Sam and Tina. Occasionally they had dinner together after classes, went to karaoke bars or shopping. Things that seemed ordinary to other people, but for Blaine, normal was foreign. As much as he liked them, he was guarded around them, never talking about his past, but for now they didn´t know each other long enough to find it suspicious. Furthermore, he was never quite sure he could trust them to be as kind as they appeared to be. Everyone was trying to impress other people when you got to know them, right? How could he be sure that they wouldn´t turn out to be another bad influence? He couldn´t.

Kurt certainly was another bad influence and he didn´t make an afford to hide the worst aspects of his personality. Neeba was much like any coffee shop in NYC, big, brown colors to keep the coffee ambience and well visited. Buying two plain coffees at 4 pm sharp, he took them to a table situated at a big window that faced New York's busy streets. He hadn´t expected Kurt to be on time. Blaine wasn´t even sure if he would come at all, but he used the time he waited to check the schedule, he was advised to keep, to have a clear structured life. Tomorrow he had to do a drug test-again and he had agreed to meet David for the football game they would watch at his place. He had finished his coffee, the last sip cold, when Kurt entered the shop. Today he wore a band shirt and black jeans that were ripped at his knees. He seemed to be in suspiciously good mood, the piecing in his lower lip constantly raised. Kurt looked in his direction, but it took a few seconds before he recognized Blaine and came over to slide in the booth opposite of him.

"Hello Kurt." Blaine said, knowing better than to want to hand shake. He simple gave the now cold coffee a nudge into Kurt´s direction.

"Hello yourself."

From then on, Blaine felt like he was in a rowboat without the oars. Overnight he had thought about the topics he would like to discuss, the way he would approach him. Now his head was empty and he couldn´t look into the dilated eyes of Kurt that reminded him of someone else entirely.

"So…Tell me something about you."

Kurt snickered. "Like what? We both know that you are an unfit boy for this job, that throws around your daddy's money and gives a shit about me. We also know that right now I am so fucking high that I feel like floating. I´m high as King-Kong was on the Empire State Building."

"Yeah, I know." Blaine whispered."I know you are, because I have been there."

"Been high? Honey, just because you smoked some weed to disappoint Daddy, doesn´t make you an drug expert."

Blaine licked his dry lips, trying to count to ten in his head, like Cooper had taught him to do whenever he had to stay calm. It hadn´t worked as often, since he had used other substances that would either make him more violent, or calm and giggling. He was at least 9 years older than Kurt, he was the adult. Still, Kurt´s tease stung in a place that had been left alone for the last months.

"What is it with you and your father references? Some issues you´d like to talk about?" Blaine bit back.

He looked at Kurt in time to see the annoying smile vanish.

"Blaine Anderson, right? I remember reading something about you and your band in the newspaper." His grin returned and Blaine´s stomach clenched painfully."One band member dead, and the lead singer, you Honey, left the band. Fans cried- buhu."

This took him by surprise. Kurt had seemed sure that he was a snob only minutes ago and even though it had angered him, him knowing about his real past let his resolve crumble. Blaine remembered one time, 3 years ago, when he was awoken and told that he had bashed someone´s head in and nearly killed him. He couldn´t even remember, he had been that high. He felt an urge to hit Kurt, but that wasn´t his place.

"This is not about me."He spat."I am not a runaway punk with drug problems." He had been though. The same case, only he hadn´t landed in a care center.
"You don't know shit about me. I´m gone."

With those words, Kurt left the untouched coffee on the table and slowly walked out of the shop. Blaine was unsure what to do, was unsure of why he had come. He was a former drug addict and Kurt was a little closer to his past than he would like anyone to be. Still, one thought made him hurry after Kurt though. What would be at the end of Kurt´s antics?

"Kurt, wait up."

He didn´t, but at least he maintained his slow walking, making it easy for Blaine to catch up. When he reached him, he grabbed his shoulder to turn him around, but Kurt hissed and shoved him away. People stared at them as they walked past, probably waiting for a fight to break lose.

"What could you possibly want from me? Is it the painfully stereotypical speech about how drugs can damage my body, destroy my future and that I am throwing away my life? Shove it in your tight ass, Anderson. I am not on good enough shit to bear that." Kurt screamed, clearly not bothering who would hear.

"You said I don´t know anything about you, but I do-"
"Yeah? Like what?"

Blaine looked around, nervous, because other than Kurt, he´d like to have his private life private.

"I know because I have been there. I was in rehab for months and I don´t want you to go through the same thing."

For a second time, Kurt lost his smile,this time because he really seemed deep in thought. His teeth played with the piercing of his lower lip and he hugged his body, looking at the ground. Blaine knew it was the big rehab word that worried Kurt. Being an addict was not easy to admit, but going into rehab meant you were too far gone to recover without professional help. That seemed to do the trick, because Kurt walked back into the Coffee shop, ordered something , not bothing to say another word to him.

Blaine sat down at the place they had recently vacated, the cold coffee still on the table top, observing Kurt while he was buying his drink. He was a little taller than him and even in this shirt he could see that Kurt was too thin. Something he constantly seemed to do was hugging himself, as if the world was out to harm him. It was either a bad trip, or he really was afraid. Blaine decided to delve into that later. For now he had to come up with an idea how he could keep Kurt away from drugs and introduce him to the real world, that could sometimes be much, but was positive in the long run. No one was helped if Kurt lost the grip on reality.

"A non-fat Mocha." Kurt stated when he returned. Blaine only raised his eyebrows until he explained. "My coffee order. If you want to keep me interested in this project, at least provide me with coffee. Daily."

"Okay, I will."

Kurt smiled around his mug, never guessing that Blaine meant his words. A few dollars each day was little compared to the life Kurt could easily decide to throw away. Blaine knew that a constant visit from him would strengthen their connection. For now he wasn´t sure if he would like Kurt though, but he would do what he could to do his job.

"What are your hobbies?" Blaine asked, when the silence seemed to stretch uncomfortably between them.

"I don´t have any."

"Come on, everyone has hobbies. Do you play any instruments, or are interested in art, or at least in watching TV?"

Kurt scowled. "Are you finished with asking idiotic questions? I am bored."

Apparently, asking questions was another thing Kurt was comfortable with. Blaine felt distressed, because talking was really all they were supposed to do today. How should he get to know Kurt, if asking made him be on his guard and bitchy? He tried to have another approach with the same result.

"Okay, let´s just talk."

"What about?" Kurt demanded. Blaine himself was very nervous still, but he did what he always did when he wasn´t sure how to act. He asked himself what Cooper would do. It was easier picturing his brother, the one constant in his life, his support system, handling difficult situations.
"I don´t know where you are from, but believe me, if you ever go to Ohio you have to go to the Lima Bean. The coffee here tastes like crap in comparison."

Kurt looked shocked for an instant, recognition visible in his eyes, before he hugged himself again. "Where exactly are you from?"

"My father often moved, but I spent a majority of my time in Westerville at a boarding school." Blaine explained.

"Never liked Ohio. I was glad I could leave when I was 16." Kurt said.

Blaine found himself smiling when he finally received some information about him. Part of him felt ridiculous about how proud he was of himself.

"Me too. Ohio is as homophobic as it can get it seems. Add the brainless jocks that reign public High school, et voila,hell on earth. In my freshman year they called me Fatfries McCurlingson, just because my hair was curly and because I dared to eat French fries in the cafeteria this one day. If that doesn´t proof they share the intellect of a ripe banana, I don´t know what does."

Tears shone in Kurt's eyes as he began to giggle. His whole face lit up at that and he seemed as young as he was, not the stony, punk version he made out to be. Blaine joined in and soon people looked at them again.

"Fatfries? Oh my fucking god." Kurt said between giggles."That sounds worse than Sue´s nicknames. Once she asked if I preferred to be called Ticklemedoughface or Porcelain."

"What did you choose?" Blaine asked, trying to sound serious, but failing at that. He felt his leg being playfully kicked.

"Are you kidding me? My skin waited to be acknowledged all along."

"So Ticklemedoughface? Good choice."

Then Blaine noticed that Kurt had stopped hugging himself and had one hand palm up on the table. Inviting him in.

"That will be a long name, but I think I´ll manage." Said Blaine, making Kurt fake a scowl. Their teasing made them giddy and Blaine felt himself relax around Kurt as well. He was doing the right thing, he could help Kurt, he thought for the first time.

"Fatfries McCurlingson is just as long. And it´s to you."

"May I have your number ?"

Blaine stopped himself from bowing down, since he didn´t want to frighten him off if he decided he was a little too goofy.

"Well I could give it to you, but my phone is currently confiscated. And once in the realm of the dark dragon Sue, who knows if I will ever see it again." Answered Kurt.

They had stopped giggling, but still wore their smiles. The background music changed to another piano piece that resembled elevator music.

"If that´s the case, I will pick you up on Saturday at 11 am."

At that he watched Kurt retract, arms around his upper torso again, the smile no longer carefree but forced. He even leaned back, the eyes that had seemed blue appeared green now in the direct sunlight that shone through the windows. They lay on him, analyzing and suspicious, as if Blaine was a threat he had to be on the guard around suddenly.

"To do what?" He asked.

Blaine thought about it, came up with nothing and went with:"You'll see on Saturday. Just know it will be fun. Don´t wear anything too fancy."

"Because I will embarrass you otherwise?" Kurt shot back.

His voice was icy, matching his glare. Blaine gulped in response, raising his hands, indicating that he meant no harm. Like a magnet, both of their eyes were drawn to the blood red bracelet that was revealed when the fabric slid down. Blaine quickly looked away, before the pain in his heart could increase and he would be lost in the little memories he had.

"Because I don´t want clothes you treasure to get dirty, Kurt."

Kurt's stiff stance changed slightly, his shoulder slumped, though he still had his arms crossed in front of his chest. He looked guilty and sorry, but he didn´t usher an apology or anything else for that.

"You know Kurt, I worked hard for being who I am now. And as much you don´t want to hear it, I know you hate yourself for taking drugs. I know because whenever I thought about the reason for taking them, I could only come up with ridiculous ones and that drove me to take even more, to feel better about myself. Looking back I regret many things I did, but you know what I regret the most?", Blaine didn´t expect an answer and simply continued. "I regret having missed yeas of my life, because I only remember the snippets of being high and booze and parties and the bad parts of craving drugs and waking up with headaches and…losing someone. That is really all I can remember."

Kurt was now the one looking out of the window. His voice was almost too quiet to be heard over the music, so he repeated himself. "What could you possibly do to change me?"

It hasn´t been ´change´from the beginning. Blaine had heard the word he originally had said :´safe´. He knew that by himself, he couldn´t do anything to safe Kurt. He had to be the one to want to change, or he would never stop taking drugs. The will to change was the single most important thing on the road to recovery and it was Blaine´s task to lead him there. Though he still wasn´t sure if his methods would be working, he had his mind set on becoming Kurt´s support system.

"It´s not you I want to change, it´s your attitude towards drugs and life. From now on, whenever you want to talk, be it about your problems or about the weather, I will be there for you and gladly listen. I want you to know that. Moreover, I´ll try to be your friend and your support system." Blaine answered. He knew it was cheesy when Kurt began to smile fleetingly.

"It´s not as easy as that. I don't do friends. I would like to see you try, though."

"Oh I will." Blaine stated, loud enough to make others hear."Starting from today on, I make it my mission to become your friend."

Amusement flickered in Kurt´s eyes and whatever dangerous zone they had previously entered, they seemed to have left it, when his arms uncurled.

"Sorry to disappoint you Fatfries, but you have to continue with your mission on Saturday, because I need to go now."

Kurt then stood up, leaving his mug on the table. Only this time he didn´t rush out of the shop, but held out his left hand. Blaine shook it, focused on remembering that Kurt was left-handed.

"So you´ll come with me on Saturday?" He asked, unable to hide the relief in his voice. Instead of answering, Kurt smiled mischievously and walked away. This time Blaine didn´t follow him, ordering another coffee instead, this time with milk, before walking to the subway station. He wasn´t sure if this day had been a success or not, but he felt like he had at least tip-toed into a new direction with him.


The restaurant on a Thursday night wasn´t busted, which Blaine was grateful for. The day had been long and strenuous and the knowledge that he had to write an essay when he got home didn´t help that much. His mind had finally shut out the back-ground music though and the only thing hurting were his feet. Quickly carrying out the last order for his shift, he felt the constant smile he put on for work finally slip out of place as soon as he turned away from the customers. He sighed entering the kitchen. Tina, who helped her mother in the kitchen twice a week, looked at him.

"Is everything alright?" She asked, following him through the doors that lead to the tiny locker room. From the kitchen Blaine could hear her mother scream after her in Chinese.

"It was just a hard day. Since leaving at 7 I wasn´t home once."

He shed the dark grey vest, unbothered by the fact that she was in the room. She knew he was gay and even though her gaze lingered on him sometimes, he knew she was just appreciating him, not actually loving him. That much was clear when he had met her boyfriend Mike with whom she formed the ´Supersweet Asian Couple´. That´s what Mike called it at least.

"Why is that?" Tina questioned. "Your shift started at 6 pm."

Blaine continued undressing his upper body, before pulling on his Brooks Brothers sweater back again. One of the things he disliked was using unnecessary lies. Lies that were only meant to deceive and let one remain in a higher position in the eyes of the ones, you told them to. But he wasn´t ready to share his secrets with her, so he decided for the safe version.
"I met a friend."

She nodded. Both remained silent until he was out of his work clothes and was ready to go home. He smiled at seeing her new apron that had little hearts all over it.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." She answered. He then looked her in the eyes that he realized were colored green by contact lenses.
"How does one make a friend?"

Blaine felt himself blush. That had come out a little different than he had expected, but he honestly hadn´t had many great friends in his life and those he had had banded over school. One look at Tina showed him that she took the question serious, her eyebrows furrowed in thought.

"I think one of the important things in becoming a friend of someone is to share hobbies or be at least interested in what the other likes. Find things you have in common in order to have long conversations you both like. And I think you need trust to keep the friendship up. For example you know if you are my friend, if I trust you enough to lend you money."

Blaine grins."Would you lend me money?"

"Of course, Silly." Tina punches his shoulder playfully." We are friends."

In this moment he felt bad for doubting her or his other friends. Maybe it was time he trusted them and let them in. But that could wait for another evening, when he wasn´t ready to collapse on the spot.

"Blaine whoever is stupid enough not to want to be your friend is not worth it. Don´t try too hard, it will work out eventually. You are a good person." She whispered when they hugged goodbye.

In response he squeezes her a little tighter. As soon as he was out of hitting range, he turned around and said:"You only say that because you have a crush on me."

Quickly he closed the door behind him and rushed through the kitchen. Behind him he heard Tina curse in Chinese, her mother answering in a harsh sounding voice. The whole restaurant heard and understood Tina´s next words though.

"I take it back. You are definitely the devil, Anderson!"


The next day went over much the same, the only thing missing was Kurt, because when he brought the coffee he had promised, Mrs. Wright informed him that Kurt was long gone. After that he went to take the drug test, explained to his father what the voluntary job was about and was exhausted by the time he finally curled up in his bed. David had asked him if he wanted to go to a party with him after watching the football game, celebrating the fact that it was yet another Friday, but he had declined. Parties were not approved of his father and if he was honest, he was afraid he wouldn´t resist temptation if everyone drank. And drinking could lead to much more dangerous substances.

David and Wes had asked him for several weeks now and the longer they knew each other, the more questions they asked. Blaine thought about Tina´s speech about trusting friends again and wondered how they would react if they knew about his past. He doubted that they would end their friendship, but what If they started to treat him differently? He didn´t want that. For now he could still use excuses, mostly his work or homework. Today it had been that he had to get up early on Saturday. Kurt. Fuck, he hadn´t thought about what to do with him yet. Groaning, he opened his eyes and grabbed his laptop from the nightstand.

His eyes burned when the bright light hit them and he cursed himself for not thinking about that sooner. After 10 minutes of mindless searching for things to do in New York, his phone rang. On the screen a picture of his brother Cooper appeared, where he wore his show smile and pointed at the camera.

"Cooper, I have more important things to do, than talking to you at 1 am." Blaine said as soon as he answered the phone."So you either make it important or just stay quiet and I will end this call."

"Ah ,my little brother is in good mood I see. What exactly are those things that are more important in the night? Care to share? Is there someone I should know about?"

Blaine bit down on his lips when the pain set in. It always did when it came to thoughts of a new relationship. He wasn´t ready for it yet, and Cooper seemed to have guessed that he had crossed a line.

"I´m sorry. What is it, maybe I can help." Cooper offered.

Blaine found himself explaining the past two days with his job and Kurt to him. Cooper was his support system, while his father was like a leash, keeping him near and safe, but constricting him nonetheless. That´s why he knew he could confide in his brother, no matter what.

"Now you´re asking me what you both could do?"

"You were the one to call me." Blaine cut in.

"Yeah well, you should be nicer to the one that safes your ass."Cooper said."So Kurt is a closed off teenager with trust issues. You should work on that first. Do things that require two people to have trust in each other."

Sometimes Blaine hated to admit that his brother was right, because he had always been in Cooper's shadow. While their father didn't approve of Cooper becoming an actor, they still had an okay relationship. When Blaine had come out, his father had not said anything. Working overtime and avoiding him was enough of an answer though. After the incident in his band, Cooper had been the one to pick him up, pull him out of his messy apartment and handle things with his band when Blaine couldn´t have one straight thought. He was also the one to pick up the pieces of Blaine and glued them together carefully. Since then Blaine loved and trusted his brother.

"Like what?" asked Blaine, sure his brother was already bursting to finally present his idea.

"Like rollerblading."

"No. And how does that require trust?"

Cooper laughed."You could fake being totally inept on the blades, et voila, he needs to support you."

Blaine smiled as well, but wouldn´t ever tell. He thought about how it would look for the New Yorkers, to see a teenager with pink hair and piercings support a grown man on the skates.

"Just, no!"

Cooper continued coming up with ridiculous ideas that Blaine was happy to shut down. They ranged from utterly hilarious ones to the ones Blaine would take in account to do with Kurt later.

"Waterskying, snowball fights, indoor climbing, guitar playing, karate."

"Stop." Blaine said, giggling."Indoor climbing. That´s it. While he climbs I could hold the rope that ensures his safety."

Both researched indoor climbing in New York, until settling for Brooklyn Boulders. Blaine remembered going there with his brother a few month ago to ´learn the ropes´ and he wondered if Cooper had thought of it as something more than having fun as well.

"I think someone has to thank me now for being brilliant and awesome and a genius." Cooper stated, making Blaine roll his eyes.

"That wasn´t why you called." Blaine tried to distract him."Anything happening in your life?"

"Apart from waiting for the praise? No, I just wanted to hear your melodic voice, Blainy."

He shut his laptop and laid back down. He hadn´t realized how cold his arms were before he covered them with the blanket.

"You did me."

Cooper clicked his tongue."Honestly, it can wait. It´s late and I know you need your beauty sleep more than me."

There was no point arguing with him now and Blaine lacked in willpower to do so. He made sure to remember to call Cooper tomorrow and prod a little, maybe boosting his ego, to make him spill.

"Goodnight, Coop." Blaine muffled a yawn.

"Goodnight baby brother."Cooper replied." I hope tomorrow will be a success. I know you will be able to change Kurt, it will just take some time."

Like it had with me, Blaine assumed. With Cooper believing in him, he felt a little resurrected and felt his nerves cease their sizzle and his muscles relaxed.

"Thank you. You are the best." Blaine mumbled, knowing that his brother would hear the fondness and the honesty in his voice. He would know that it was meant in more than one way.

"I know."

With his phone still in his hands, Blaine fell asleep, for once not clutching the bracelet or waking up with tear streaks. He dreamed of rollerblading in a park, holding hands with someone.


Blaine never overslept, but when he did it was always when it was the most inconvenient. Much like today, when he had to pick up Kurt at 11 am and had ten minutes to pull on clothes that would make him look wise and trust-worthy, while also being comfy to climb in, brush his teeth and send in the drug test results to his father's laptop. He gathered after being late already, he could pick up the coffee, hoping Kurt would drink it today and arrived at 11.20 am.

When he rang the doorbell this time, a middle aged woman in a green tracksuit opened the door, staring down on him, as she was bigger.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "We have not ordered a baby Burt Reynolds impressionist, so take your Lego-head hair and get lost."

He looked at her dumb folded, blinked as if he had misheard, but was smart enough not to comment on that.

"You have to be Sue." Blaine said instead."Nice to meet you. I´m Blaine Anderson, a volunteer. I am here for Kurt."

Her expression didn´t change, she still looked like a snake ready to strike, but at least she stepped back. He entered, pulling of his shoes before she could rip his head off.

"Porcelain is still asleep in his cell. Good luck trying to make him move his pear hips out of it on a Saturday. First room on the left side upstairs." Sue said. She smirked at him, as if knowing things about him he wouldn´t want revealed, when she disappeared in her office.

As soon as she was away he let the breath escape that he had held. Afraid she would come out again and insult him, he hurried upstairs. Much like downstairs, there were several doors leading from the hall, most of them closed. At the end of the hall there was a big floor to ceiling window with a small table placed in front of. The dark-skinned girl he had met two days ago sat at it, reading a magazine. He waved at her as she noticed him, but as expected she gave no indication of returning it.

"I wouldn´t wake him if I were you." Was the only thing she said when he entered Kurt´s room.

He ignored the warning and slipped in, trying carefully to be quiet. He felt like a spy, ready to look at Kurt´s room closely in hopes of getting to know him better. The white walls, the empty desk and the white linen surprised him, lacking the colorful and flashy appearance of Kurt himself. The room looked lifeless, apart from the mop of brown and blue hair barely covered by a blanket. A quick glance to the cupboard again, under it was nothing more than dust, then he nudged Kurt with his elbow, the coffee-cups still in his hands. Kurt mumbled something inaudible into his pillow.

"Good Morning Sunshine."

Kurt slid away further."No. Let me sleep!"

"Rise and shine. We need to go soon." Blaine stage whispered directly in Kurt's ear. The reaction was immediate and he only processed what had happened when he felt the warm coffee run down his upper body and the stained pillow on the floor.

"Fuck." Escaped Blaine´s lips, a word that would make his father cringe.

The warm beverage clung to his skin, drying on his shirt and hands and making him shiver. It was then that Kurt turned around and blinked his eyes open. Part of Blaine was angry enough to want to scream at him,maybe get revenge by pouring the rest of the coffee over Kurt´s head, but he forced himself to stay calm. This spider web thin threat they had build up two days ago would break too easily.

"Oh my- Shitfuck. I am sorry. So fucking sorry. Are you hurt? Do you need to cool your skin?"Kurt was off the bed in seconds, helplessly standing in front of him."Just fucking say something. Do you need an ambulance?"

Despite the discomfort Blaine felt, he couldn´t stop himself from smiling. This was a breakthrough that he hadn´t expected so soon. Kurt seemed so much smaller and younger when he didn´t pretend to be tough. His snow white hand reached out to touch the now lukewarm stain, his eyes staying on it.

"It was more like a too warm shower than scalding, so I mostly worry about my shirt-"

"Another Brooks Brother outfit, I know." Kurt interrupted him, pulling his hand away quickly."This is not something I have in my collection, but I will lend you something. Again and for the last time, I am sorry."

Blaine watched Kurt open his cupboard and then pull out a medium sized suitcase. In his pajama, that consisted of a too large blue shirt and white boxer shorts, he knelt down to go through his clothes. Over the lid, Blaine spotted various colors, style products and mirrors. What he did was probably invading Kurt´s privacy, but in this job he couldn´t allow himself to be too lenient. He had been so once before and it had ended in a catastrophe. That he hadn´t seen any drugs when the suitcase was closed was a good sign at least.

"I still don´t know what you are up to, but this should fit. Another bathroom is at the end of the hall, on the left side. I will get ready in my own and then we can go." Kurt said.

Once again he had hugged himself and whatever sneak peak Blaine had of the caring Kurt, he knew that he was gone for now. He nodded. At least he had a guess on where to dig now.

When he entered the hall, he was relieved to notice the girl was gone. The bathroom he found himself in shortly after consisted of a small room with two sinks and a door that lead to the toilets. Blaine shivered, quickly washing off the coffee from his body, seeing his skin had a slight pink tinge where the beverage had hit it, but it didn't hurt when he touched it, so he wasn´t worried.

The shirt that Kurt had given him was dark green and plain. It was slightly too long and stretched a bit on his shoulders but otherwise fit. Inspecting himself in the mirror, he noticed the color brought out the green hints in his eyes and wondered if Kurt had chosen it intentionally. It would make sense, seeing that even though he wore clothes that Blaine hadn´t even worn in his band-times, they suited Kurt and matched his style. Still, Blaine would be delighted to see him in a suit just once. He was convinced the teenager would look dashing.

Blaine was about to leave after a last glance at himself, when a boy with a Mohawk entered the room. Their eyes met in the mirror and the boy looked away before looking back at least twice, before addressing him.

"Dude, are you a burglar?"

Blaine turned around, facing him, causing the boy to go into a poorly done fighting stance.

"If I were, would I admit it?" Blaine answered.

"Dunno. Maybe you are a stupid burglar."

"Or;" He said, raising his hands in a peace offering."I am a volunteer for the sunshine project and am here because I want to pick up Kurt."

At that the boy relaxed, letting his arms sin while his hands were still in fists. His eyes were never leaving Blaine. He was sure that the boy wasn´t someone he wanted to cross at night.

"For Hummel?"

"Do you know him well?" Blaine asked, wanting to find out more about him.

He turned around, washing his hands for a second time in order to have an occupation to feign indifference. He gathered this boy wasn´t up to more than light conversation in a bathroom about another boy.
"No one in here knows him well. Mostly keeps to himself. He often sleeps elsewhere. Seems to be into pills, has even begged me for money once. I shot him down. That´s probably all I know. Oh that and he´s gay, which drives Trace mad. Probably wants a piece of him secretly." The boy said as if reading from a card.

From his voice Blaine couldn´t be sure what the boy thought about Kurt, the words being said in such a monotone voice, apart from the last sentence after which he smirked.

"Is that all detective? Thought it was your job to get to know Hummel?"

"True." Blaine stated, he dried his hands on the cheap paper towels that lay on the side of the sinks and then turned to leave the room."Do me a favor and never lend him money."

This conversation weirdly reminded him of Tina. Without waiting for an answer, admittedly worried the boy would decline just to provoke him, he exited the bathroom. Kurt was waiting for him at the top of the staircase, his back to him. He wore a loose white top that had a big skull on the back that grinned at him, a loose gray jeans with two blood red stains that looked like hand prints right on his butt. Whether he wanted to or not, Blaine found his gaze lingering on them occasionally.

"Are those really clothes you don´t value?"

Kurt turned around and where the blue highlights had been, now were red ones."I don´t have clothes I don´t value."

"We´ll go indoor climbing." Blaine revealed, hoping he´d see Kurt smile again. Just a little. He didn´t, arms crossed again, scowl in its place.
"Climbing?" Kurt didn´t disguise the disgust when he spat the word out like it tasted foul."That is definitely not the right outfit."

He then vanished in his room once again, leaving Blaine in the hall. It then took him ten minutes to emerge with the same outfit, but with a bag hanging on his shoulders. Blaine, who had sat down when he realized he would have to wait longer than expected, stood up to follow Kurt downstairs.

"Hey, we need to tell Mrs. Wright you´re leaving." Blaine said, when he realized that Kurt had no intention of doing so. Boots on his feet, black coat in place already.

"It´s not like I do otherwise."

"Well, now seems like a good day to start."

Blaine was the one doing all the talking, but the woman looked as if he had given her a new Chanel bag instead of a check out. Her desperate tries to talk to Kurt were shot down by him, but Mrs. Wright made sure to thank Blaine nevertheless. She even gave him the money to pay for Kurt´s ticket, insisting that they would use it to have fun.

On the way to the Brooklyn Boulders, Blaine decided to follow Tina´s advice:Find something you have in common.


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