Thanks SO SO much for the reviews. Reading them makes me so happy. I'm glad you're enjoying this story. Warning for super mean Kurt and super sad Blaine in this chapter.

"Friday sounds great guys. I miss you too. See you Friday," Blaine smiled, the first real smile in days, before hanging up his cell and turning his attention back to Kurt.

"Who was that?" Kurt asked before taking a long sip of his coffee.

"Wes and David. They said they miss me and want to meet up on Friday." Blaine was so relieved to have heard from his friends. It was the first time they'd contacted him since he enrolled at McKinley, and he had managed to convince himself that they were angry at him for leaving the Warblers in the lurch. They had quickly reassured him that the real reason for not getting in touch sooner was because they wanted to give him time to settle in to his new school. He was so excited at the prospect of seeing them again. "We didn't have any plans so I said yes. That's okay, right?" He asked Kurt as an afterthought.

"Well actually," Blaine immediately felt his heart plummet, "I was thinking that we could go to the movies this Friday. There's a new one out that I'd really like to see."

"I'll take you Saturday," Blaine stated, still hopeful. When he saw Kurt's eyes narrow, his mind quickly searched for an alternative solution. He quickly added "-or Wes and David could come with us to see the movie?"

"I was hoping that we could have some time alone though, and maybe not pay that much attention to the movie?" Kurt winked, placing a hand on Blaine's knee under the table they were sitting at.

"I'd love that Kurt, but it's just that I promised Wes and David -"

"And who's more important to you? Wes and David or your boyfriend, who loves you more than anyone?" interrupted Kurt, an edge of spite in his voice.

"Well obviously you but I haven't seen them in forever and-"

"Well then what's another week, huh? Why do you even need to see them at all? That chapter of your life is over now. You're not a Warbler anymore. You have a new school, new friends.."

"Well, as you informed me a few days ago, they aren't really my friends. I'm just your boyfriend to them," Blaine dared to interrupt.

"Well what's wrong with being my boyfriend?"

"Nothing, Kurt. It's just... Wes and David and I have been friends for two years now. I was so confused and hurt when I first started at Dalton. I didn't trust anybody. I hadn't had friends for a long time. No one in my old school wanted to know me because of my sexuality. But then they came along and they were so welcoming and they took me under their wing. They're my best friends, Kurt."

Blaine couldn't hide how hurt he felt when Kurt snorted a laugh. He found it difficult to talk about the bullying from his past, and it hurt that his boyfriend would be so insensitive when he tried to confide in him.

"Sweetie, David and Wes are each others best friends. To them, you're the sad little boy who needed help. They helped you, Blaine, and then you latched on to them. It's kinda pathetic. They were afraid to tell you to leave them alone because you were the Warblers lead and if you quit they would have had to get a new one."

Kurt watched as his boyfriend's face fell. Every other time he'd insulted him, although he was upset, he looked resigned to whatever Kurt was saying, like deep down what he already thought about himself was just being confirmed. This time though, his face had contorted into a look of devastation.

"B-but," he stammered, "They said they m-missed me."

"Yes, honey, I'm sure it takes a lot of adjustment to get used to not having their little lap dog running around after them, answering to their every beck and call," Kurt leaned forward and grasped his boyfriends hand in his on the table. "It's okay though, baby. You don't need them anymore. You've got me, you don't need anybody else. I'll look after you, okay?"

Blaine just nodded, numbly. Kurt could see that his mind was working a mile per minute, sifting through some of his memories of Wes and David, and comparing them with what Kurt had just said. He watched as the boy in front of him just seemed to crumble, his usual perfect posture giving way to a slouch as his hand wiped across his tired eyes, desperately trying to halt the tears before they could come.

"I think... I'd like to leave now. C-can we please leave?" he stumbled through his words, already standing from the table and slipping into his jacket.

"Of course baby, would you like me to take you home?"

Blaine just nodded and followed Kurt out into the parking lot. He didn't speak again until they were on the road.

"How long have you known that? About W-Wes and David?" his voice cracked on David's name. "Did everyone know? Was it like some sort of big joke?"

"Are you still thinking about that? If you must know, I saw it the first time I met you guys, when I was spying. It was pretty obvious. And yes, pretty much everyone knew. The Warblers used to joke about it quite a bit."

Blaine's eyes were closed and his breathing was deep.

"I really thought they were my friends. How could I be so stupid?" he whispered. "They were the first real friends I ever had.. or I t-thought they were anyways. Oh god, I must be one of those annoying kids who latches on to the first person who gives them a bit of attention. It's just that... they were the first people who didn't immediately want to h-hurt me when they found out I was gay. I just wanted to hold onto that. Why didn't you tell me, Kurt?"

"I didn't want to hurt you, sweetie. I'd never do anything to hurt you," Kurt answered in a sickeningly sweet tone, reaching his hand out to hold Blaine's.

"Kurt, none of my friends want to be my friend, yours are just putting up with me because of you, my parents are so angry with me for transferring, and they still haven't gotten over the fact that I'm g-gay," Blaine quaked. "You're the only person that really cares about me. You're the only person I can really trust. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Kurt didn't say anything, just kept his eyes on the road rubbed circles onto the back of Blaine's hand with his thumb.

"I'm gonna text Wes now and tell him I can't make it. There's no point in them wasting their Friday night pretending to like me," Blaine mumbled. He tried to sound casual, like it wasn't a big deal, but it was obvious how betrayed he felt. They didn't speak another word until Kurt pulled up outside Blaine's large house.

"So I guess we're going to see that movie on Friday night then?" Blaine asked, glancing over at Kurt as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

"No, sorry, I can't now. Yesterday, Finn invited me to a Glee boys night on Friday and I said no because I thought I had plans with you but when you said you were going to do something with Wes and David, I texted him to tell him I could make it after all," Kurt answered as apologetically as he could.

"Well I'll come with you. I'm a Glee boy, right? They wouldn't mind, would they?" asked Blaine, hopefully.

"I'd love you to come, but it's just that they didn't invite you so I dunno if they want you there..." he lied. Finn had been sure to tell his brother to extend the invite to Blaine.

If Kurt thought it was impossible for his boyfriend to resemble a kicked puppy anymore than he had before, he was wrong.

"If you really want, I'll tell Finn I can't go and..."

"No, no, it's fine," Blaine interrupted, seemingly having found something very interesting on his shoe to stare at. "I'll just catch up on some school work. You should go and have a good time with your friends." Kurt didn't miss how his voice faltered on the word friends.

"Don't worry, I'll put in a good word for you. Maybe you'll be invited next time."

"Yeah, maybe." Blaine attempted a smile, which was such a failure that even Finn would have seen through it.

"I'll pick you up in the morning for school and we'll ride together again, yeah?" Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded sullenly, leaning over to peck his boyfriend's lips before exiting the vehicle.

Kurt watched as Blaine walked towards his door, wiping his sleeve across his cheeks to rid himself of the tears that he'd managed to hold in until he thought his boyfriend wasn't looking. Kurt smirked to himself before pulling out of the driveway.

I always think, "Oh I have to say ... in my author's note" and then forget what it is I meant to say when it comes to actually writing it.

Anyways, I hope this was okay for you guys. Kurt really took it up a notch here..

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