Chapter 2. Written in season 5, perhaps instead of the hate crime in Bash, but Blaine, Artie, e.t.c. are still at McKinley.

"Do you want a drink? I can get you one. . .Or do you want me to stay here?" Rachel asked.
"Stay."

"Okay," Rachel sat next to his heated body, "but I need to asked you a question."

"Uh-huh." Kurt murmured, shuffling so that his back rested on the pillows and his legs were bent up in front of him.

"What has happened? Did you hurt yourself? Do I need to call NYADA? Or Vogue?" Rachel asked, questions bubbling in her mind, only voicing half her needed questions.

"No, no, no." Kurt shook his head. "There is nothing to be said. Just some painkillers and rest and I will be completely fine."

Rachel raised an eyebrow, but sauntered off to the kitchen area to collect some strong painkillers and water. She heard a whimper be let out when she shut the curtain behind her, but thought to ignore it as it was probably one of the neighbours cats on the fire-exit.

She switched on the T.V. for background noise so Kurt wasn't too uncomfortable, and turned it to a cooking show that they somehow got the signal to.

"Rachel?" She heard a distressed voice splutter out, making her sprint into her room. Kurt was curled up tightly, holding onto her pillow, his hair a mess.

"Oh, sweetie." Rachel sighed, wishing Kurt would tell her what was up.

Hmm. Maybe Blainers knows.

"I have painkillers in the kitchen." Rachel suggested, trying to fix Kurt's hair.

"Fine." Kurt croaked out, letting her run back to get the painkillers and hand it to his trembling hands.

"Just swallow it with the water." Rachel instructed, handing him a shot glass of water.

"Thanks."

For the next few days, all Rachel could think about was Kurt and who he would have told. He doesn't go to therapy, and he hasn't got much friends yet in the city, apart from Adam, Elliot and Dani. She was sure that he wasn't that close to them yet, so the only person he should have told was his fiancé.

So, during breaks as to not disrupt her precious learning, she texted Blaine, hoping that he would answer.

(11:33) Rachel:

Blaine, I need answers to why Kurt is upset, because he isn't talking to me.

(11:39) Blaine:

I am in Algebra Rachel!

(11:39) Rachel:

Blaine! I need to know! He is sulking in the corner of the classroom here at NYADA, and it is one of his favorite classes!

(11:42) Blaine:

Rachel! My phone went off during one of Miss. Wright's lectures! She is a bitch Rachel, you know that! TTYL!

(11:42) Rachel:

Fine!

Rachel huffed loudly, which made a few students look up at her with a strange look, yet the teacher carried on like it was part of their daily routines. Rachel looked over at Kurt, leaning over her table slightly to look over the heads of the other students. Kurt was curled up against the wall next to him, his head resting on the wall and his legs were stretched out under the table.

But seriously. Kurt is 5ft 11in. No table could fit him.

He was taking notes in a small notebook that Britany sent over for his birthday earlier that year, with a Unicorn drawn across the plain front page that was completely coloured in pink.

To be honest he looked completely bored, his eyes drooping down every few seconds. Rachel leaned back, tempted to text him, and slunk back into her chair.

"Kurt! Kurt!" Rachel spotted his tall quif and squeezed past two Seniors, running down the corridor to where the signs for the clubs and the reception was held. Kurt was looking distressed, surrounded by a few other students in his dance class.

"I am a better dancer than you." Kurt muttered, wrapping his arms around his ribs.

Rachel ran next him, hugging his neck.

"You do have a partner!" One of the students snarled, smirking along with his group.

Rachel thought quickly, and grabbed his left hand and brought it up, "We are engaged!" she blurt out. Kurt looked at her with wide eyes, opening his mouth before closing it.

"Yeah. . ." Kurt looked down, grasping Rachel's hand that she took his left hand with.

"Whatever." They hissed.

The other students wandered away, leaving a very tense Kurt holding a bubbly Rachel's hand. She swayed at between then, and set off towards one of the reception chairs.

"So, I was thinking, how about if we go shopping?" She asked, watching Kurt's face intently. She saw a small smile cross his lips, until his mouth straightened out. "Today. After school."

Kurt hummed, but not in a happy way, and nodded his head. "Okay."

"We can go buy dinner, and look in the fashion stores, and everything!" Rachel raised her hands up in excitement, squealing happily.

Kurt looked at her blankly, as if he forgot what a smile looked like, and nodded his head again.

"Meet me at the subway sharp, and then we can go shopping and go to a restaurant." Rachel grinned, patting his cheek softly.

"Love you!" She called out as she skipped happily down the corridor.

"Love you too." Kurt mumbled.

When Kurt sat down to "eat" lunch, a vibration ran though his pant pockets, telling him that someone actually is trying to call him.

"Hey Babe." Kurt heard Blaine's chirpy voice.

"Hi."

"You okay?" Blaine asked, sincerely worried.

"Of course!" Kurt lied, changing his voice to a more happy tone, hoping that Blaine wouldn't realise.

"Okay?" Blaine seemed suspicious. "Well, I have ordered a flight to New York this weekend, so I hope I can see you!"

Shit.

"Oh-okay. I am not busy. We can go shopping?" Kurt said, adding a little "I guess" under his breath.

"Awesome!"

Kurt let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and let his hand fall from the side of his face, shoving his phone into his previously tailored pants. Now they don't fit as tight as they did, and Kurt couldn't help but imagine how big he looked before. Ergh.

He stabbed at his food, and decided to shove a piece of pasta into his mouth before packing it away. This is what he has been doing for the last couple of days, and it has become a routine for him. Wake up, eat what Rachel has persuaded him to eat, go to his classes, eat a bit of lunch, go back home, if he is lucky, go to work, come back home and eat - again - what Rachel persuaded him to eat. Same thing. Everyday. Except from the days he sets aside to party, or to sleep. He can't count how many times he has gone over the recommended drinking limit, and can't bare to think what it has/will do to his body, but can't seem to care. Of course he make sure that Rachel can pick him up at a set time, and that he doesn't cheat on Blaine. He would never forgive himself if he did.

"Kurt! Open the door!" Rachel screamed, poking her head out the bathroom hallway. Apparently someone was at the door, and Kurt didn't realise - probably because he was watching a really interesting documentary on their T.V.

Kurt shoved himself up, put on a hoodie that was draped across the back on the sofa, and shuffled towards the door. He grabbed the handle and yanked it open, stumbling a bit from the weight and lack of exercise.

Kurt blinked at the familiar face in front of him, taking in his nice shirt and free hair. "Kurt!" Blaine squealed.