Hi!

Here we have chapter 3… and I hope you'll like it.

Sometimes begins to happen here, but you'll have to wait to understand what's going on. In the meanwhile, what do you think is wrong with… well, with everyone?

I also wanted to say that the other Warblers will be in this story too, but I'll show their point of view later, so I'm sorry if you were waiting for them, but you'll have to be a little more patient.

Enjoy!

No one is flawless

It's been a week since Kurt transferred to Dalton and he has already learnt a lot of things. He knows how to get to the cafeteria, where Blaine meets him every day to have coffee together before studying. He has learnt that he shouldn't contradict his history teacher, even when he says that America had been discovered in 1489, because it looks like there are theories about a massive connection between the South American and the Mediterranean areas. He knows that the Warblers have rehearsals every afternoon, from seven till nine and he now remembers where his science class is, he learnt it after arriving late to his first lesson because Sebastian Smythe gave him the wrong direction. And yes, he finally met Sebastian.

He spent a lot of time with Blaine and he has to admit that his roommate seems to be perfect. His side of the room is almost as neat as Kurt's side and he has great taste about almost everything. Kurt doesn't dare to give his opinion about clothing and fashion just because he's never seen Blaine wearing something that isn't his uniform or pajamas, but he's pretty sure he has great style too. His notes are neatly organised, his writing clear and accurate with grades that are almost perfect. And he doesn't want to think about his voice, his amazing voice! Blaine is enviably charismatic, literally leaving Kurt envying Blaine for the way he always does or says the right thing at exactly the right moment. He is the perfect mix between Rachel Berry's talent, Quinn Fabray's smartness and Santana Lopez's sex appeal. But Kurt knows that everyone has secrets to hide. With no exception. In fact he has come to find the more someone appears flawless, the bigger the skeletons in their closet. That's why Kurt fears the moment he discovers what is hiding behind the façade of perfection surrounding Blaine Anderson.

There is a part of him that just can't stay away from Blaine, that can't help to scan every corner of every hallway just to lay eyes on him. That can't help but wait for him after every Warbler's meeting. But the other part of him knows that the stronger his feeling get the more he's going to get hurt when Blaine's flaws are revealed.

"Blaine!" he almost yells, greeting him in the hallway and following him.

Blaine holds a couple of books with one arm, his free hand absently playing with the corner of a page, "Hi Kurt! Ready for today?"

He's talking about the audition for the Warblers, which Kurt recently discovered are pretty serious, nothing compared to his old Glee Club. He wishes Blaine could help him with the song he prepared, but he already knows it's against the rules. 'The council has to vote. The majority decides'. Stupid Wes and his stupid rules. Kurt is worried, maybe freaking out and he really hoped Blaine would have helped. If it had been the other way around, with Blaine auditioning, Kurt wouldn't have hesitated for a second to help him. But that would show an interest, which Blaine doesn't have for Kurt. Because Kurt is just a friend to Blaine, right?

"I'll never be ready," he answers. "Hey, you okay?"

Blaine looks… different. He sounded off yesterday, but Kurt was too worried about his audition to care. He spent the whole evening in the auditorium rehearsing and when he came back to their room, Blaine was already sleeping. And now here he is, concerned, thoughtful, distant.

"Kurt, I'm worried. I saw you talking to Sebastian the other day. I don't want you to trust him, he is not a good guy," he sighs.

Kurt raises his brow,, "We spoke for like, twenty seconds?! And he gave me the wrong directions," he explains and Blaine relaxes almost immediately.

"There's more. I'm worried about Thad too, I don't like the idea of them sharing the same room. Do you think I should talk to him?"

"Sebastian or Thad?"

"Thad. I don't- I don't really talk to Sebastian."

Kurt shrugs, "I think you should elaborate. I don't understand what's wrong… I mean, yeah, Sebastian's a douche but I don't get why you're so worried, not if you won't talk to me."

Kurt had noticed that every time Sebastian Smythe's name comes out during a conversation, a wave of discomfort rushes over Blaine and that's why this is the first time he has dared to ask about him. It's out of curiosity, of course, but there is something else too. The way Blaine goes stiff, tightens his hands into fists and chews on his lower lip every time he sees Sebastian. It's worrying Kurt.

"Nobody knows, Kurt. I wish I could tell you, but I can't. I'm sorry. I just can't."

Kurt really wished Blaine would trust him enough to tell him, but he can understand his reasons. They are the same reasons why Kurt didn't tell anyone about Dave Karofsky kissing him. Even Mercedes doesn't know about it. He hasn't told Blaine what happened with Dave, so why should Blaine talk to him about his demons? Why would Kurt be so special to deserve Blaine's trust?

"Okay, if this is bothering you so much, maybe you should talk to him. You and Thad are good friends, right?"

Blaine nods. "Beside Wes, he is probably my best friend. But he's really shy, Kurt. I don't know if I can talk to him about certain kind of things. If only Wes-"

"Why did they fight?"

"I'm not really sure, there are rumors. But it sounds so strange," Blaine looks confused and maybe disgusted. Kurt understands he wants to drop the subject as he says, "At least I want to take him back with the Warblers."

Right, the Warblers. Kurt checks is phone. He has forty-five minutes before rehearsals, but he doesn't have the strength to rehearse any more for his audition. He knows the song perfectly, there's no way he could do it any better, not in forty-five minutes anyways. "Okay, let's go find him."

Blaine doesn't say a world, but his eyes are so sweet and full of gratitude that Kurt's heart swells. He walks half a step ahead of Kurt, leading him in the right direction, it's obvious that he already knows where Thad is. Once again he is focused on something, Kurt can almost imagine wheels rotating in his head as he tries to find the right words to use to his friend. He's adorable.

They finally make their way to the cafeteria and Kurt spots Thad in the corner of the room, almost hidden behind a pillar. He is slightly bent over the book he is reading, a green highlighter in his hand and a cup of coffee next to him.

"Ready?" Kurt asks and Blaine's lips curl into a worried expression. "I can wait here, if you want. If you want your privacy, I don't know."

Blaine holds his breath for a moment, his eyes meet Kurt's, almost pleading with him, "Please don't. I'm not good with these kind of situations." Kurt would tell him that there is no situation in which Blaine Anderson is not good, no chance! But he can feel Blaine's discomfort. The only problem is that Kurt still has no clue of what's going on, he doesn't even know Thad and there is nothing he can do to help Blaine.

"Courage."

Blaine nods. It's fascinating how easily he can switch from 'I don't know what to do' to 'Let's get over with this'. He exhales slowly and is back to his normal confidence. They reach Thad's table and Blaine lets all his books fall on it, sitting in front of his friend. After a moment Kurt follows. Thad waits for the sentence he is reading to end before turning to them, awkwardly turning the highlighter in his hand.

"Sebastian locked you out," Blaine points out, it's not even a question.

"Yeah."

Blaine nods again and Kurt knows that he already had the same experiences Thad is having now as he adds, "Sebastian will be back at 3.45. You just need to be outside your room before he gets there. By the way, it's rehearsals time, let's go."

If he could, Kurt would punch Blaine's face. Okay, maybe he wouldn't dare hurt his pretty face, but what is going on in his head? Did he really think it would be that easy or what? Maybe he wasn't wrong when he said that he was no good at handling these situations.

It isn't a surprise that Thad has no intention in following them. "I know, thanks. And I'm not coming. Have a good day," he says, trying to focus on his book again.

"Thad, whatever Seba-"

"Sebastian is the least of my concerns at the moment!" Thad almost yells and Kurt can tell that he is trying to sound angry, even if he just looks like an annoying child, who may be sweet more than frightful, "Leave me alone."

Kurt shrugs, waiting for Blaine to do the next move. If it were him, he would surrender at this point and just let him be. But that's probably just because he doesn't know Thad at all and if he were one of his friends he would have tried harder. Even Kurt can tell that something is wrong with him and if at first it looked like everyone was overreacting, it's now clear how bad he's doing.

"Oh. So you do have a problem," Blaine points out and Thad hides his face in his hands, letting go of the highlighter in his hand.

"Seriously, Blaine. Leave me alone."

"Thad, if there's something-"

"Why do you all act like you don't already know?"

When he looks back at them he is on the verge of crying, his eyes watery and slightly reddened. Kurt can't help but feel awkward staring at him and pretending to care. He's only there because Blaine asked him to be, he wouldn't even have paid attention to him under any other circumstances but despite everything else, he feels bad for Thad. He glances at Blaine, but his friend looks as clueless as he is.

"You know what? I still don't know what happened," Kurt says in the end.

"Well, you can ask Wes. Looks like he has no problem telling everyone his version of the events."

"I'd rather hear yours."

Thad looks at him for the first time, chewing on his lower lip and grabbing the abandoned cup of coffee. He is fighting against himself, trying to figure out if he should talk or not. Kurt is a complete stranger and yet he is the first one to ask what happened, not pretending not to know, not assuming that Wes is right. Well, that's probably just because he hasn't met Wes yet, so he doesn't have preconceived view in his head that Wes is always right. He suddenly wants to tell him everything, to tell him that Wes is the only idiot here; but he is so tired. So he focuses on the coffee in the cup. It's cold and he isn't going to drink it, he wouldn't have drank it anyways, he's already nauseous and his stomach kind of hurts.

"Wes kissed me," he spits out, "We were drunk. We, the both of us, not just him. He said I took advantage of him."

How does he know about these rumors? Well, David's looks in the hallway and the not so subtle comments he and Wes made gave him an idea. Blaine's guilty look just confirms his suspicions. He heard the same.

"I had a bruise on my arm for days, Blaine," he says, "He pushed me against the wall and kissed me. I didn't do anything."

Chills run down Kurt's spine. It's so familiar, it reminds him of when Karofsky's slimy lips connected with his mouth, his tongue sliding between his teeth and Kurt almost couldn't breathe. Poor kid.

"But you like Wes," Blaine points out.

"Wes is my best friend. Nothing more."

"Good. Now stand up and come with us."

This is how, after a little more praying on Blaine's side, Thad ends up in Dalton's auditorium. He doesn't even know why he decided to follow Kurt and Blaine, maybe he was just tired of hearing them talk and trying to convince him.

Kurt had his audition, Thad should be happy for him, but he can't feel it right now. He is irrationally happy that he got in, he knows being in the Warblers is a great opportunity for everyone. He just can't feel it, as he can't feel anything but this sickening numbness.

Wes's voice fills his ears, but he has no clue what he's talking about. New training program? Maybe regionals. Blaine will have all the solos, of course. Not that he cares.

Blaine is a good friend and Thad should be glad that he cared enough to force him back. He knows that without the Warblers he has no one to rely on and he can't go back, not after he had been doing so good. But how can he act normal when Wes is ignoring him? He's trying his best to forget all the bad things that happened last year, but every time something reminds him of how Wes had been with him in his darkest moments, holding him when he cried, calming him down and showing him that he could be better. So why is Wes doing him this?

As soon as Wes ends his speech and everyone stands up, he decides to try again. So he shyly approaches his friend, "Wes, can we talk?" he wishes he could be more manly, instead of pleading with him, with his voice barely audible and almost stuttering.

"Rehearsal time," he spits out and Thad shrugs. No one is actually rehearsing. Just Blaine and Kurt, but it's only because Kurt doesn't know the choreography they were already working on last year. "You seem out of shape, you need it," he adds and Thad stops breathing.

He turns his head down, looking at his belly and he suddenly wants to throw up and fuck, that was low. His eyes burn, but he won't cry, not here in front of him. He's still trying to calm himself down when someone places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it so tight that it hurts, "Don't listen to him, you're in shape. Can't say the same for his flabby ass."

Thad looks back to find Sebastian already turning away from him and well, he knows that Wes's ass is far from flabby but Sebastian's words made him feel a tiny bit better. He still doesn't know how Sebastian can switch from being an ass to being almost sweet. Maybe he is bipolar? Who knows.

He clenches his teeth and tries to rehearse, he still has too, especially now that the others are dancing too.

He barely takes two steps before Wes hits him, making him lose his balance as he stumbles over his own feet and falls down. As always he's being ridiculous and the others are going to make fun of him, he thinks, assessing the damage. His wrist hurts, but he just needs to bandage it tight. He's used to this. It's nothing compared to the pain in his ankle. He must have twisted it bad. Fuck.

He sits there for a moment, dazed from the fall and too embarrassed to look up. In the background he can hear Wes yelling at someone for making him trip. It's Sebastian of course. He wants to cry so bad. He should have stayed in his room or in the cafeteria. He shouldn't have come back here. But he won't give Wes any other reason to make him feel weak, so he slowly stands back up, fighting against the intense pain.

Wes looks at him and Thad knows that he is worried about him, because maybe it's true that Wes had become the worst douche here, but he knows Thad well enough to know when he is in pain.

Again, he clenches his teeth and moves on.