A/N: Second chapter. Let me know what you guys think. I'm looking forward to writing this story. It's in a bit of a different format from my others, so it's exciting for me. I do not own anything Glee, only my ideas, and own characters. The amount of Alerts and favourites on this story was amazing. I love you guys so much, and I hope you enjoy this chapter. JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.

Chapter Two: For As Long As I've Known You

It didn't take Kurt long to get ready for school the next morning. He'd been up all night, pondering whether or not he should go back to Westerville, back to Blaine, who had been texting him, who was nice, and simple and cute... don't go there Kurt... you can't have that, you don't deserve it remember... he thought, stomping down the stairs and into the large Hudmel dining room, where his father and step-brother were talking about scholarships and Finn's future... What future? The only future he has is flipping burgers at McKinley cafeteria... Kurt thought, chuckling to himself. If his father paid more attention to him, maybe he'd talk more, but he knows that's not going to happen, and any minute, his phone will buzz with a text from Santana, saying the girl is ready to be picked up for school. She'll ask him how his first session at the Youth Centre went, and if he thinks Blaine is cute, to which he'll just scoff, follow her into school, and be ignored by everyone but Santana and Brittany. Later, after school, he'll go back to the Youth Centre and maybe try to talk Blaine into getting a coffee, away from the ugly walls of the centre, and the other teenagers who look like they should be in homes, rather than... well let's just say they're all different...

Just on cue, Santana's text knocks Kurt back to reality, as he stands up without making a sound, and walks to the front door, followed by Finn, who doesn't say anything, instead waving, and heading off to his truck. Stupid idiot... stupid idiot with an annoying self-centred girlfriend... stupid idiot who thinks he can take my father away from me, just because yours didn't live up to your expectations... Kurt thought to himself... he's been in his own head alot lately. Brittany thinks he's going mad, because of something she read, and Santana thinks he needs to let out all his pent up frustrations and just tell his friends what happened. Karofsky is gone, he's expelled and in jail... it's not like anything else can be done... the rumours as to why Karofsky was arrested don't even affect him anymore... he knows that Azimio and Danes are now his two main tormentors... they blame him for the expulsion, but everyone else thinks that Karofsky robbed the local supermarket, and was put away for two years... if they were any stupider, they'd think they lived in Manhattan rather than Ohio, and none of them would know how to spell Orange, or drive cars... Kurt doesn't even bother to put his seatbelt on as he reverses out of the drive... it's not like he's got anything to live for...

Santana and Brittany are waiting out the front when Kurt pulls up, giving them both small smiles and hugs as they climb into the warmth of the Navigator, and out of the cold Ohio air. The twenty minute drive from Santana's house to McKinley is done with Britt talking non-stop about her cat, Lord Tubbington, and how she is convinced her "Cat" is stealing all of her socks and building a robot out of them... Santana chuckles, Kurt just smiles and shakes his head... he loves Britt, really he does, sometimes, he wishes she wouldn't say stupid things, but half the time, it makes him laugh, and laughter is good... laughter is what get's him through... well, at least that's what Blaine told him at their session yesterday.

'So Hummel, you going to see Blainey again tonight...? Santana asked, smirking

'Actually I am... Got a problem with that?'

'Nope, it's good to see you opening up. I haven't seen this side of you in a while... just, don't let him hurt you okay? You've been through enough, you don't need a prep-school boy giving you any trouble... just, be careful okay?'

'Santana, we've only known each other a day. Can you lay off? I'm not ready for people to touch me, let alone a relationship with a gay boy, who so happens to be cute, and is willing to actually pay attention to what I have to say... did I mention he's cute?' Kurt babbled, and Santana just smiled...

From the diary of Santana Lopez:

WILLIAM McKINLEY HIGHSCHOOL GLEE CLUB:

AN IN DEPTH LOOK INTO THE WORLD KNOWN AS THE NEW DIRECTIONS

For those of you who know McKinley highschool, you'll also know of the Glee Club, the New Directions. Why am I telling you this? Because it's relevant, and I think you'll quite appreciate what I have to say... Now, I've been in Glee since sophomore year. We've been asked in Youth Group to keep a diary of our days. I know Kurt hasn't started his yet, because I like to snoop, sue me okay... whatever. I know all the gloss because I'm his best-friend... but onto the subject at hand... The Glee Club... I know most of you probably think, 'oh she's the leader and all that', but hey, if you go to McKinley and you're in ND, then you'll know that Rachel Berry is the head of that club, and it's Rachel Berry that is the leader... I don't hate her, but I don't particularly like her either... she's selfish and conceited, and frankly, the way she just... fawns off of Frankenteen, is just... ugh... Mercedes Jones is the diva of the group. Sure, she's nice, but she's in the back like me, unnoticed by others because of Rachel Berry's fucked up talent... then there's Mercedes' boy toy, Sam Evans aka Trouty Mouth. Seriously though, I think he botoxed his lips one too many times, and they just stayed that way... but they make a nice couple... for a guy who says he doesn't die his hair...

Artie Abrams is cool. He's in a wheelchair, but that doesn't stop him from throwing out some smooth sounds, and rocking some cool as chair effects... Britt dated Artie before she came out... and they're still friends, so he's a cool guy... Mike Chang... let me just say... Fucking awesome dancer... seriously, he could do anything... Tina Cohen-Chang... is dating Mike, and is a little odd, but still cool... Rory Flanagan... Irish... and that's all I have to say... Noah Puckerman... sex-shark and Mohawks are the new brand of guy at McKinley. He's a cool dude, but he stopped being cool, after he stopped looking out for Kurt, Britt and me... then, we come to Finn Hudson-Hummel. Seriously, I think a giant gave birth to him, and then forgot to take him back home... he's freaking tall, and seriously, as daft as a piece of wood. Britt is smarter than him; at least she noticed that something was wrong with Kurt... Finn hasn't even realised... I'm beginning to like the idea of this diary thing... I can say whatever I want, and the only person who is going to read it, is me, and my Mentor Taylor. Seriously, I can write anything, and as long as I'm not careless, and don't leave it lying around anywhere, I could get away with murder... who what a plan...

Santana Lopez February 23rd 2011

It was lunch time when Kurt saw Britt and Santana again, the three of them lining up to get their food, before heading to their usual spot, at the back of the cafeteria, where no one else sits... it's been Kurt's place longer than Santana's, but after his attack, he told her about it, and she's been sitting with him ever since. Their routine is interrupted by Mercedes and Sam striking up a conversation with Santana about song choices for Glee, no one notices him standing there... no one notices him walk off... and no one notices the blood stain on the sleeve of his shirt... Britt joins him a moment later, talking about dolphins and sharks... he's not really paying attention, but he thinks that she mentions her and Santana and something about Blaine, but he's so out of it, he wouldn't notice if one of the jock hit him with a slushy... when Santana joins them a few minutes later, she apologises to Kurt for being a bitch, and he smiles, just small, but it's enough to tell Santana that he's not alright, but he will be... it's only then that she notices the blood... reaching out to grab Kurt's arm, she yanks the sleeve up far enough to see a deep gash across his lower wrist... I'm an idiot... why did I wear a white shirt? Santana is going to kill me... oh well, then at least I'd be free...Kurt thought, as Santana literally yanked him up from his seat, and pushed him towards the bathrooms, Brittany in tow with their bags.

'How long has it been Kurt?' Santana asked, pulling a first aid kit out of her school bag, before moving to rinse and disinfect Kurt's wrist

'About a week,' he whispered, just loud enough for Santana to hear

'Kurt, I thought things were good. I know you've only been at Youth Group once, but you told me you were getting better. Karofsky can't hurt you anymore... was it one of those other Neanderthals?' Santana asked, apologising as Kurt hissed at the disinfectant

'No, I just suddenly felt sad... I know, I'm stupid, whatever. I'm trying San, I am, and it's just... difficult...' Kurt said, and Britt moved to hug him tightly

'You're meant to come to me... find me. You have to tell Blaine about this... that's what they're there for...'

'I can't. Not yet. I just need time...' 'Not too much time Kurt... 'Santana replied, wrapping his wrist...

Kurt was practically glued to Santana the rest of the day. They had English and Spanish together, and then Glee, which he'd been forced to go to once again... only this time, it was by Santana, so they could all go to Youth Group together. He hadn't heard from Blaine, but then again, Blaine went to Dalton, and was a senior like Kurt... he's probably busy Kurt thought as the bell rang to signal the end of classes, and the start of Glee Club. To say he was excited about it would be a huge over-exaggeration of the matter at hand... all Kurt really wanted to do, was go see Blaine... talk to Blaine... but sitting through an hour of this torture would be hard enough... knowing that he would be seeing the hazel-eyed boy again? That's what got him through... that, and Santana and Britt.

Blaine arrived at the Youth Centre a little before four thirty. His only charge today would be Kurt, and he'd been literally shaking with anticipation to see the boy again. Even though they've only known each other a day, Blaine can already feel a connection there... if only he could get Kurt to open up to him, to talk to him... that's what he's there for... maybe its deeper than anything you've experienced before Blaine... I mean, the most you've dealt with, is abusive parents... that's it... he thought, as Taylor greeted him and handed him a folder which he tucked under his arm as he walked to his office, which he shared with Wesley Montgomery... Head Councilman of the Warblers, and one of Blaine's best-friends... alot of the Warblers worked here, it's their little haven away from the real world, and they all feel that by helping others, they can help themselves. Besides, it's good to have that on a college application, especially for Blaine, who wants to go to New York and study music. Wes was already there when Blaine arrived, simply nodding at him, and returning to the paperwork in front of him. the only part about his job that he doesn't like, the paperwork... it has to be filled out to keep track of all the people who come through the centre, but it's still a pain...

The knock on the door from Taylor let's Blaine know that Kurt is here. Blaine smiles, and stands, flipping off a smirking Wes, before making his way out to the common room to meet Kurt... there's something so different about the blue-eyed angel that walked into his office yesterday... Kurt's always dressed impeccably, but is always covered completely, like getting a glimpse of that porcelain skin would somehow cause him pain... Blaine isn't sure what to make of that, but he's going to find out, because that's his job... he has to distance himself from the emotions he's feeling, and focus on the task at hand... helping Kurt in whatever way he can...

'Hey Kurt, welcome back,' Blaine said with a huge grin on his face

'Ha, you're funny. Can we get this over with?' Kurt replied, wincing at his tone

'Sure, do you want to walk?'

'I don't care, I'll follow you wherever...' Kurt replied, wrapping his arms around himself, like a sheild

'You might regret saying that one day,' Blaine replied, smiling and leading Kurt down the hall towards the gardens

A/N: Sooooooo... thoughts? Good? Bad? Continue? Dump? Let me know. JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.