Yeah, I know this is ridiculously short, but I just wanted this chapter to show the toll Mark takes on people.

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Things were changing.

It started when Kurt and Blaine were ambushed by Sue Sylvester, getting Kurt worked up about, 'sexy'. Later, Blaine found out it was because Kurt didn't, "know the first thing about sex". That reassured Blaine that Kurt didn't have his innocence taken from Mark, yet. But at the same time, it worried him. When it did happen, Kurt would be a hundred more times hurt then Blaine had been.

Wanting to be more help then he had been, Blaine gathered courage up to go talk to Burt at his tire shop. He all but begged Burt to use the special relationship he had with his son to his advantage to teach Kurt about sex.

Blaine tried, of course. But Kurt would plug his ears, sing 'You are my Sunshine', and walk away/

He left out Mark completely, not telling Burt his son was with a whore, but looking back he realized he should have, but that it would be a good idea to educate him. Do something that Blaine was too coward to do.

He soon realized that talk hadn't work.

By two weeks of dating Mark, Kurt was still laughing, humming, singing, and most of all talking. The things that made him Kurt. But, of course, things changed.

After three weeks, Kurt stopped humming.

Blaine, in all likelihood, was the only one to notice. But it was something he noticed right away.

He was talking to Flint in the music commons before the Warblers meeting. The doors opened and Kurt walked in, said "Hello boys." and sat down. And that was it. Blaine noticed, because every other time Kurt would practically skip in, humming a tune. Every single day.

Blaine excused himself from Flint, setting down next to Kurt. He didn't seem to notice Blaine, looking in deep thought. "Kurt?"

Kurt gave a slight jump, then smiled. "Cheesus, Blaine you scared me."

Blaine smiled. "You okay?"

Kurt's smile disappeared. "Yes. Fine." Then he put on a smile his eyes didn't match.

Blaine didn't get to press on, because the doors were slammed open and David and Wes skipped in, heads held high and McDonalds bags in hand. Thad was rolling his eyes. "Its sad when two of our counsel members are late."

"Oh my God Thad!" David yelled, mouth full. Wes cackled behind him wildly.

Also after three weeks, Kurt got silent.

Kurt Hummel, for as long as Blaine had know him, was more of a talker then a listener. There was one day, when Blaine, Kurt, Tweedle Dumb, and Tweedle Dumber were spending the weekend at Tweedle Dumbers (David's) cabin.

It was Friday, a three day weekend ahead of them. They piled into an SUV and drove a long four hours to the cabin. All four hours, Kurt was silent.

It was late when they arrived, so David and Wes settled into video games, while Kurt went out on the porch to, "clear" his head. Blaine of course followed him.

Kurt was leaning on the railing, staring out into the water, Blaine came up next to him, their arms close together. Kurt didn't appear to be startled, and gave Blaine a small smile. "What's wrong?"

"Something is wrong?" Kurt said briskly.

Blaine laughed. "Kurt, you didn't say a word the whole way hear. And we argued about Lady Gaga vs Katy Perry." Kurt laughed despite himself. "You can tell me."

Kurt sighed. "Mark and I got in a fight. He was mad that I was coming here... With you."

Blaine shifted his weight, his chest suddenly empty. It was like suddenly he realized Kurt wasn't his. But that was stupid, they have always been just friends. "How did he handle it?"

Kurt flushed for a moment. "We just argued, that's all." he said, looking away. "I said I would make it to him."

"Sorry." was all Blaine could think to say.

"Can I ask you something?" Kurt said suddenly.

"Of course." Blaine replied.

He was quiet. "How do you and your father get along?"

"Walter?" Blaine asked, out of habit. That seemed to surprise Kurt. "Sorry, I mean yeah. We never got along. He tried to toughen me up, especially when he found out I was gay."

"Toughen you up?"

"Smacked me around a bit." Kurt gasped. "Nothing major, Kurt. Never got put in the hospital or anything." Blaine nudged him. "Hey, look. I'm fine. It stopped last year when we found out I could take him."

Kurt laughed now. "I'm sorry." Blaine held his arms out, and Kurt stepped into him, hugging him tightly. When they went back inside, they heard a debate. "I am sorry, but I have to get this out, Wes. I think Angelina Jolie is hotter then Jennifer Aniston."

Kurt, Blaine, and Wes gasped simultaneaouly. "The beauties of Ms. Aniston far surpass that of Ms. Jolie." Wes said. "Ms. Jolie-"

"-Is ridiculously hot." David said. Wes gave Blaine a pleading look.

"Jeniffer Aniston is beautifull." he said. "Ms. Jolie is a nut."

"A mad women!"

"Do you remember Billy Bob Thorton?"

"Blood around her neck or not, she is still hot." David argued. "Blaine's opinion doesn't count because he is not heterosexual."

"Is this what straight boys do?" Kurt asked.

David Martin: is team Angelina let Wes Howard know that Jennifer Aniston is a 6 at best.

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Wes Young: With all due respect, this status deserves to be taken out back, beaten, then shot.

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Thad Howard: have to go with dave on this one.

David Martin: ...

dude. you can have Thad,

Wes Young: No, that's okay. Keep him.

David Martin: No really, its a gift.

Wes Young: No, really. He's yours.

Thad Howard: Does this ever get old?

David Young: ...make him leave

Noah Puckerman: Agreed, Angelina.

David Martin: ...?

Wes Young: he doesn't even go here.

Wes Young: is team Jennifer Aniston. Needs help to make it clear to David Martin know that Jolie is a soulless harpie.

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David Martin: I'm about to raise my glass and smash it over your head.

Wes Young: When I get you alone, I will slap you with my soul sister 'til your in misery.

Blaine Anderson: FML

David Martin:... I got nothin.

Noah Puckerman: I'm about to go all tik tok on your face.

David Martin: well played.

After four weeks, Kurt started snapping.

Blaine thought he understood the term, 'walking on eggshells', all too well because of his father. But now, it was a rule directing him around Kurt. The same went for David and Wes, all three being cautious.

But a week in Dalton came, a week where it was oddly hard on students, so everyone's tensions were high. A bomb was about to go off. And it did, on Wednesday night.

All four boys were studying in Davids room. Blaine was reading a chapter about theology through the years, tapping his pencil out of habit. Kurt was on the floor, leaning against the wall, staring at him. "Do you have to tap your pencil when you read?"

Blaine looked up, seeing that it was him Kurt was directing the comment to. Instead of diffusing the situation, he asked, "Does it annoy you?"

"Obviously." Kurt said, eyes narrowed.

"Why?"

"It's annoying."

"Oh. So, that's annoying?" David started to speak up, but Blaine went on. "What's annoying is your need to use Lady Gaga as a ring tone and alarm, what's annoying is you always having to say something when my socks don't match, what's annoying is having to make appointments to hand out with you and what's really annoying is you snapping at us all the time."

"Excuse me for having a boyfriend, Blaine." Kurt said hotly. "God help us if we spend more then an hour away from each other!"

"We rarely spend an hour together in a week-"

"You are over exaggerating! And I don't know why it's so damn hard to match your socks. Thought you were suppose to conform in this damn school."

"They don't go around checking socks."

"I'm surprised they don't, this is basically a concentration camp!" Kurt stood up, grabbing his things. He walked out of the room, muttering, "Bunch of Nazis."

David and Wes stared at Blaine, whom stayed silent for a minutes. After a while he sighed, pushing his things aside and without a word, he followed after Kurt. He followed the hallways to Kurt's room, standing in front of it with his head hung, hands buried deep in his pockets. He knocked on the door tentively. "Kurt? I'm coming in." he opened the door and closed it behind him, his eyes catching Kurt sitting on his bed. He sat next to him, wrapping his arm around his waist. "Look, Kurt, I'm sorry. Tensions were high-"

"No, you were right. I'm always snapping at people and I'm annoying. You are perfect and I have all of the ticks and flaws that make so some unbearable-"

"Woah, Kurt slow down." Blaine rushed. Where did that come from? I swear I didn't mean what I said. All of those things don't actually annoy me, I was just wound up." Kurt looked away, tears rolling down his cheeks. "What's wrong?"

"Its nothing." Kurt murmured. "I just want to go home for the weekend."

"Really?" Blaine asked, shocked. Kurt rarely went home on the weekends, opting to stay at Dalton. All of the sings were happening. "Did something happen with Mark?"

"No." Kurt snapped. "Sorry..."

"I'll take you to Lima."

"Really?" Kurt asked, eyes widening. "You stay too, we can keep ourselves busy with the New Directions!"

Blaine laughed. "I don't know. Last time didn't go so well..." Blaine joked about his 'bi scare'.

Kurt rolled his eyes, but still smiled. "Thank you."

"Always."