A/N: Just for reference, Kurt and Blaine aren't dating in this chapter, just because it makes Kurt seem so much stronger at the end (you'll see what I mean when I get there). Also, these chapters do not follow on from the previous. Each one is a separate piece based around the line of lyrics I have got.

Secondly - totally had a freakout this morning, like full on screaming, when I was on Tumblr and someone had posted a tweet about season 3 of Glee and Blaine - I won't say what it is because it's spoilers and someone may kill me for ruining it for them but trust me, IT'S FREAKOUT WORTHY. Unless you want me to post it and ruin it... which I will do next chapter if people tell me to.

Lastly - special mention for Mercedes Anderson who put "*squeals*" in their review. You squeal, I squeal. Thank you for squealing at my writing :)

Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it.

Blaine grumbled and rolled over in his bed when he heard the knocking on his dorm room door. Looking at his alarm clock, 2:05am, he buried his head under a pillow and curled up into a ball hoping whoever it was would go away. After the third persistent knock he kicked off the covers and threw the pillow covering his face across the room. Climbing off the bed, he stormed across the room, switched on the light and pulled his door open with quite a force, a threatening glare set into his face. It quickly disappeared as he was met with the sight of Kurt, dripping wet and shivering.

"Kurt... Oh my god, Kurt," he whispered. Blaine pulled Kurt into his room and sat him down on the bed while he ran around frantically picking up blankets to throw around his shoulders. Kurt sat absolutely still except for the shivering and stared at his feet. Blaine gave him some space for a few minutes and sat on his desk chair opposite Kurt, taking in his appearance. He wore a pair of black skinny jeans that were completely soaked through and clinging to his small frame even more than normal. On his feet were some white canvas shoes, stained with mud that looked fresh. Blaine couldn't see what he had on his top half as the blankets he had supplied Kurt with where wrapped tightly around him, but he suspected it was a masterpiece of fashion now ruined by the rain. The silence between the two stretched on and Blaine scooted towards Kurt on his chair but stayed far enough so as not to touch him.

"Kurt?" he spoke softly. Kurt continued to stare at the ground, doing nothing to respond. "Kurt, can I give you some clothes to change into? I can't let you sit here like this." Blaine gave a sigh of relief as Kurt nodded. It was the smallest of nods but Blaine saw it. He moved towards his dresser, taking out a plain black t-shirt and some grey sweatpants. He placed them next to Kurt before taking a blue Dalton hoodie from his wardrobe and adding it to the pile. He contemplated giving Kurt some clean underwear and looked over at the shivering boy, deciding it was probably for the best. He then crouched down in front of Kurt, gently laying his hands over his knees, not missing the sharp intake of breath Kurt took. His gaze avoided Blaine's as the dark haired boy looked up at him.

"Kurt, I'm not going to ask you to talk about... this," Blaine gestured at his wet state and continued, "but I will ask you to stay here tonight. I'll let you decide where you want to sleep, or just sit if you can't or don't want to sleep but I'd feel better if you stayed here. Is that okay?" He watched Kurt's face. He had closed his eyes while Blaine had been talking and he gave another small nod causing a few raindrops to fall from his hair onto Blaine's face. Blaine smiled up at him, ignoring the drops, and squeezed his knees.

"Thank you. There are some clean clothes next to you and you can get changed in the bathroom. Take a shower if you want and take your time. Okay?" Another small nod was given and Blaine stood away allowing Kurt to drop the blankets from his shoulders, take the clothes and move into the bathroom. Once the door was closed, Blaine flopped into his desk chair, wiped the drips from his face and rubbed at his temples. "What happened to you Kurt?" he spoke to the silent room while looking at the bathroom door.

Blaine paced around the room while Kurt was in the bathroom. He was pleased to hear the shower start up after a few minutes as it told him Kurt was getting warm. He continued to pace up and down for at least 20 minutes, thinking of all the possible reasons Kurt would be the way he was. His car broke down, he got caught in the rain or he ran away from home. Blaine dismissed the last idea knowing Kurt wouldn't run from home. It was the safest place in Kurt's life. Blaine stopped in his track when one though came to him: Bullies. His fists clenched and he gritted his teeth. If they had done this to Kurt, he didn't know if he could handle it. Yes, Kurt didn't look injured, just terrified and lost but psychological harm cut Kurt deep and Blaine knew that well. He felt a lump in his throat and sat down on his bed, holding back his anger. You don't even know if it was bullies, Blaine. Calm down. He took some deep breaths and crossed his legs, pushing the thoughts from his mind.

Kurt emerged from the bathroom, his arms wrapped defensively around his stomach and Blaine hoped it wasn't from pain of bruises or cuts. Ignoring the thoughts again, he concentrated on letting Kurt tell him what happened. Kurt stood in the doorway to the bathroom and looked around Blaine's room, his eyes finally resting on Blaine himself.

"Thank you," he croaked. The pain in Kurt's voice went straight to Blaine's heart and he felt a need to reach out and take hold of Kurt to wrap him in his arms but he didn't know how responsive Kurt would be to physical touch right now. His question was answered as Kurt almost ran towards the bed and threw himself on it. He crawled towards Blaine and sat sideways on his lap, luckily avoiding crushing Blaine's feet, and let his legs fall onto the bed. His face became buried in Blaine's hair and his arms wound their way around his neck. At the sudden movement and embrace, Blaine hadn't known what to do but once Kurt had settled he placed his left hand on Kurt's knee, rubbing circles into his thigh with his thumb. His other hand moved around Kurt's back to land on his waist, pulling Kurt closer to him. Tears began to sting his own eyes when he felt Kurt's falling and leaving a trail on his neck. He held onto Kurt for all it was worth and waited patiently for Kurt to speak in his own time.

"I'm a coward, Blaine." The sound was barely audible but in their close proximity, Blaine heard every syllable, each one punctuated with pure hurt. He turned his face a little to place a chaste kiss to the top of Kurt's head.

"You've never been a coward, Kurt and you never will be," Blaine said into his hair. He kissed Kurt's head again in an attempt to enforce his point.

"I'm a coward. I ran. I always run." Kurt tightened his hold on Blaine and rested the side of his face on Blaine's shoulder. "I try to have courage, but I run once it gets too much. I should be stronger than that by now." Kurt's words were spoken with a voice, not a whisper anymore but it didn't make them sting any less. Blaine let Kurt's words sink in and waited to see if he was going to say anymore. After some seconds of silence, Blaine interjected.

"What have you run from?" Blaine was surprised to feel Kurt huff out a laugh although it dripped with sarcasm.

"I ran from my sexuality, I ran from McKinley and I ran tonight. Boy, did I run. Where is my courage if I'm going to run from an idiot with only a fist to speak for him?" Blaine's breath hitched and he felt his anger flaring up again. He began to breathe heavily, subconsciously tightening his grip on Kurt's waist. Kurt felt it and lifted his head to pull back and look at Blaine. His eyes were full of fury and his jaw was clenched. "Blaine?"

"Did they hurt you, Kurt?" Blaine didn't look at Kurt but stared at the wall opposite.

"They tried," Kurt replied. He jumped as Blaine growled and buried his face in Kurt's hair. "They came at me in the pa-"

"No," Blaine interrupted. "Don't tell me. I don't think I could stop myself from hurting them. Just know this Kurt, you are not a coward. Were they from... from McKinley?" Kurt nodded and Blaine sighed. "Bastards." Kurt had never heard Blaine swear before and he understood it was an outlet for his anger. "They didn't hurt you though? You ran before they could?" Kurt nodded again and nuzzled Blaine's neck.

"Like a coward."

"No, Kurt. Yes, you literally ran but you will always be stronger than those neanderthals. You're heart is bigger and you're voice is louder and you have never been afraid to be yourself. That can never be the traits of a coward. You are not a coward. Please, just trust me and believe me on this, Kurt."

Kurt closed his eyes and placed a kiss to Blaine's neck. "I trust you." Another kiss. "I believe you." Some of the tension in Blaine's body dissipated and he ran a hand through the back of Kurt's hair. Kurt lifted his head once more and let himself smile for the first time that night as his eyes locked with Blaine's. He raised a hand to Blaine's cheek and leant forward to place his lips on Blaine's. He pulled away, leaning on his shoulder again. "I am not a coward."

Review? *shoves Blaine at you with his puppy dog eyes and cute, gorgeous, so touchable, curly hair* Also, would anyone like me to do this chapter from Kurt's POV ... I have an idea for his POV up until he reaches Blaine's room, so you can know what actually happened to him.