A/N: I got my A-Level results today ... AND I GOT INTO UNIVERSITY! I got 3 C's and 2 D's (I'm never gonna get A's... it's a well known fact of my life) but it got me into Uni so I'm happy :D And I'm seeing Glee3D tomorrow so I've been dancing around all day being uber excited!

A couple of people asked for Kurt's POV of the last chapter so I've done it ... also I wanted to do it anyway. I found time in between all my overexcitement to sit down, shut up and write this. I'm not mega happy with the outcome but it'll do :)

I have to give a mention to Lgleek95 who I had a lovely conversation with last night about the merits of Klaine and Jeff :)

Disclaimer: You know I don't own it ... I get bored of doing this.


Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it (Kurt POV)

A storm was threatening to start as Kurt walked through the streets of Westerville. He regretted ignoring his Dad's insistent demand that he take an umbrella and a thicker jumper. He had made some quip about thick wool throwing the whole outfit off and swiftly left the house.

At least an hour or two had passed before Kurt realised where he'd walked to. He'd left without much direction, just wanting to take a walk, in spite of the cold weather and the impending darkness of night. A smile crept onto his face as he looked up at the park laid out before him. He knew Dalton was a mile or so ahead and his heart swelled as he realised he'd subconsciously walked his way to Blaine.

Blaine.

This park meant a lot to him and Blaine. It was where they came when Dalton got too much for Blaine and McKinley got too much for Kurt. It was quite a way for Kurt to travel for some peace but before Kurt had returned to McKinley, the two had spent many afternoons in the shade of the trees talking, laughing and singing far too loudly for a public place. Kurt's smile only widened at the memories as his eyes scanned the park, marvelling at how the lamps dotted around gave it an even more serene quality.

Kurt tensed slightly and squinted into the distance thinking he had seen some movement. It was complete darkness now and Kurt checked his watch, hissing a breath when he saw it was half 1 in the morning. Knowing his Dad could worry, he pulled out his phone and saw 3 missed calls and an inbox full of texts. He typed out a short reply telling his Dad he was fine and was at Dalton with Blaine. This didn't ease Burt's worrying as much as Kurt has hoped because the almost instant reply was "Okay, but no funny business."

Putting his phone away he looked up and saw the rain clouds above were only getting bigger. Suddenly aware of how alone he was, he wrapped his arms around himself and shivered as the cold set in. His eyes darted around nervously as his suspicions were confirmed. Three silhouettes moved towards him and Kurt forgot how to move. It could just be three teenagers out for a walk, he thought to calm himself. As they moved closer and sped up with every step Kurt urged himself to turn on his heel and walk away. As his head spun around with his body to leave, one of the park lamps lit a face that Kurt didn't know but the shadow of another figure looked all too familiar. He swallowed and closed his eyes, feeling his heart beat in his ears. He walked as quickly as would look normal in an attempt to not look like he was running. Opening his eyes to seek out an escape route, a hand landed on his shoulder and he gasped, stopping dead in his tracks. The pounding in his ears had drowned out their approaching steps. He desperately controlled his breathing, thinking only of Blaine. Courage.

"Kurt, is it?" The owner of the voice, which Kurt didn't recognise, spoke directly into Kurt's ear and Kurt pulled away, shrugging the hand off his shoulder.

"Who's asking?" He held back a smile, glad that his voice hadn't shaken.

"You know the answer to that, lady-boy." Karofsky stepped in front of Kurt with a smirk on his face.

"Evening, David. Your mother actually lets you out past 8pm does she?" Kurt knew it was a dangerous game he was getting into but he wouldn't show fear. One of the two boys Kurt didn't recognise started towards him but Karofsky held up a hand to stop him.

"I'm surprised you're allowed out. Would've thought your Dad would lock you up in your princess tower. You never know whose out in these parts."

It was Kurt's turn to smirk as he retorted with "Well I know I'm out," Karofsky's face fell for only a second and Kurt continued, "and proud." He could see Karofsky clenching his fists and the two behind him stepping closer.

"I wish you'd jump straight back in the closet, Hummel. Your little Glee club might enjoy watching you flounce around the place and singing like a girl, but we'd prefer if you kept it to yourself."

Kurt rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms. "Flounce around? That's the best insult you can find? That's three thousand miles from being original and four thousand miles from being hurtful."

"Yeah? Well how would you like my fist being in your face at five thousand miles per hour?" The boy to Kurt's left had spoken and his stale breath made Kurt's stomach turn. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold them off while thinking of a way out. He flicked his eyes from left to right, noting that the boys each side of him must be leaving a gap behind him. His eyes met Karofsky's in the low light and he saw a brief glimmer of sadness before the anger returned. It had begun to rain during the conversation and Kurt could feel it getting heavier and soaking through his clothes.

"As practiced as you all are at this, I doubt you could reach that level of speed at which to punch me."

"We can try," Karofsky grinned. He raised his arm slowly and Kurt knew what was coming. His breath had increased in speed considerably and his eyes widened a little. Thinking quickly, he turned and ran, straight through the gap behind him. He heard angry grunts and fast footsteps behind him. Kurt thanked the heavens he had a smaller frame than them as he hurried out of the park, straight towards Dalton. Some frustrated yells followed him as the three in wake of him gave up the chase.

He reached Dalton drenched and breathing heavily. He slumped against a wall outside and slid down it, landing in a puddle on his knees. Sobs racked his body while he shivered from the cold.

"Coward," he mumbled to himself. "Why do you always run?" He ran shaking hands through his hair and rolled over to lean his back against the wall and stare out at Dalton's car park, not even flinching anymore when the rain hit his face. His eyes landed on a familiar black vehicle and he scrambled onto his feet and ran for the doors into the school. Punching in the code, he pulled open the door and hurried through the halls heading straight for Blaine's dorm. Catching his breath he stared at the dark wood and knocked gently. There was no reply, as he had expected at gone 2 in the morning. Knocking again but louder there still came no answer, just a muffled groan. On the third time he heard a thud and the door was pulled open with such a force he thought it may have been pulled off the hinges.

"Kurt... Oh my God, Kurt."

Blaine.


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