Blaine walked into the classroom just as the end of day bell was sounding. He walked between all the students rushing to get to their rides home and went to pack up his things. He folded up his half complete notes-he would copy the rest from Kurt or David-and stuffed them into his bag. He swept his arm over the desk, shoving his pencils and erasers into his bag as well. Kurt, who obviously was staying behind to walk out with Blaine, sashayed over.

"Where did you run off to in such a hurry?" he asked as Blaine slung his bag over his shoulder

"Just had to go to the washroom." Blaine said, plastering a smile onto his face

"Ok... it just looked like you left in kinda a hurry" Kurt pressed on, Blaine assumed what he hoped was an innocent face. Blaine didn't think he was really buying it, but if Kurt was suspicious he didn't show it, he obviously decided to just let it go. "Alright then. I'm kinda sick of coffee, so could we maybe hit one of our houses instead of the Lima Bean today?"

"Um, yeah, ok, that should be fine... It's just, my parents are probably both still at work and I don't want to interrupt them with a phone call but I think they would probably want to know if I was going to have someone over, I just wouldn't want to take the chance and-" Blaine shut his mouth as he realized he was babbling. Either Kurt was choosing to look past Blaine's behaviour, or he was simply totally oblivious to it, as he showed no sign that something was out of the ordinary

"Yeah that's totally fine. I'm sure my Dad will be fine with it, and if he isn't, Carole will talk some sense into him" Kurt grinned and walked towards the door. "Well come on then!" he said, waving his hand in a gesture for Blaine to follow, and then he turned and headed out to his car, Blaine at his heel.

The car ride to the Hummel household was an easy one. Blaine's problems seemed to melt away. Kurt chattered on and on about school, friends, the latest gossip, clothing, the latest eye rolling moment that Finn had induced, anything and everything, Kurt shared it with Blaine. Blaine nodded and gave words of advice where that was needed, laughed at the funny bits, threw in his two cents on the latest fashion trend that was hitting, and even added a few anecdotes of his own. These were the moments in their relationship that Blaine loved the most. The easy moments when it was just the two of them, no drama, where they could just enjoy each other's company. They were comfortable with each other, they clicked together. They were alike enough that they could relate and share opinions, but not so alike that they were exactly the same. Both boys genuinely loved spending time with the other, and so both were a little bit sad when Kurt turned into the Hummel driveway. It broke them out of their bubble and brought them back to reality.

They climbed out the doors of Kurt's car, both leaving their schoolbags. They walked together up to the front door, which Kurt opened without hesitation, entered straightaway, throwing a quick, slightly bemused 'come on in' for Blaine, who wanted to keep up his manners and not just enter the house without an invitation. Both boys were slipping off their shoes-not a small task for Kurt, who was wearing tall, lace up boots-when a voice came from the kitchen.

"Hey Kurt, so since I sat through your fashion walk video last night, which I was happy to do and all, I was just thinking tonight you could watch the game with me?" Burt Hummel stopped abruptly when he saw Blaine was there too "I see we have company" Burt said, in an entirely different tone

"Yeah Dad, I was just going to let you know, I invited Blaine over for a little while... I hope that's ok" Kurt looked hopeful, willing Burt to be ok with Blaine being over. Burt shuffled his feet

"Yeah, I suppose that'll be alright, you staying over for dinner?" He asked, nodding towards Blaine, who stammered awkwardly a few things about not wanting to impose. Kurt rolled his eyes pointedly in Blaine's direction. Blaine smiled slightly before agreeing to stay over. "Alright, good then. You boys can go upstairs now" Kurt smiled and ran up the stairs leading Blaine to his room. "Keep the door open, boys! No exceptions!"

"Daaaaad" Kurt groaned, turning a bright shade of scarlet, avoiding eye contact with Blaine. Burt gave Kurt what he obviously meant to be a meaningful look, and Kurt turned and scurried up quickly the rest of the way to his room with Blaine beside him, turning to give Burt a respectful nod, before following Kurt.

Kurt launched into the air, landing chest down on his bed. Blaine couldn't help but laugh at the boy who, if he was anywhere else, would probably perch himself daintily on the edge of the bed in order to keep up his appearance. Kurt blushed at the laughter and made an effort to straighten up a little bit.

"Don't worry about it" Blaine said, still with some laughter in his voice. But Kurt still sat up straight and pulled at his top until he was satisfied that it was perfect. Blaine sat down on the side of the bed and crossed his legs. "So..." he began "Why did your Dad want you to have your door open?" Kurt's blush grew even brighter

"Well.. Um.. I guess he probably thought that you and me were, like, together and he didn't want us to... do anything. He does that whenever Finn has someone over too" Kurt bit his lip

"But Finn's not gay" Blaine said, sounding confused. Kurt didn't seem to understand at first, and it took a moment before the understanding dawned on him

"Oh! You think it's because we're both gay that he doesn't want anything! No, that's not it at all! He's just all about the "Don't do it until you're ready, You matter, Don't give yourself away until you're sure they're 'the one'" plus he's my dad and would like to think that I'm still six years old. It's got nothing to do with the fact that we're both guys, my dad's actually really cool about that all. He treats me and my relationships the same as he would treat Finn and his" Kurt gushed out. After a moment his eyes widened "Not that we're in a relationship or anything but my dad wouldn't know that all he would see is the possibility not that there is a possibility or maybe there is or-"Kurt rambled on but Blaine didn't seem to notice. He was staring at the bedspread. Kurt's dad accepts him. He doesn't care. He doesn't think it's a flaw. And then the panic started to happen. The edges of Blaine's vision started to go. His fingers began to twitch and Blaine had to use all his self control not to grab at his wrists, not to think that he deserved to feel this way. NO! He yelled in his head. Not now! Please just not now! Kurt seemed to notice that something was wrong. "Blaine... are you ok?" he asked uncertainly

"Yeah. I'm fine" Blaine whispered, but against his wishes his voice broke on the word fine. Kurt moved closer to him

"Tell me what's wrong Blaine" Kurt urged "Maybe I could help you. And we're friends. You are my best friend. Best friends help each other, just like you help me" Kurt was trying to be sweet but it just made Blaine feel worse. Kurt couldn't know. Your mentor wasn't supposed to be needing this much help, he couldn't be this weak, he had to be strong. For Kurt. "Tell me Blaine!" Kurt insisted. Blaine sat there, trying not to panic, trying to stay connected to reality, not knowing what to say

"BOYS" Carole's voice came from downstairs "DINNER'S READY" Blaine stood up from the bed, shaking slightly

"We should go. We don't want it to get cold" and with that he turned and left a very confused Kurt sitting alone on his bed. He was going to find out what was wrong; Blaine had been there for him, now he got to be there for Blaine. Kurt was determined; if Blaine was hurting then Kurt could help. He wasn't letting him off that easy.