I'm going to give this to you now since i won't be able to update tomorrow... like i said, reviews give me the will to right:')

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"So you just like... times it by itself?" Kurt heard Finn question from the kitchen. He rolled his eyes at his step-brother. This wasn't the first time Kurt had come home to Finn getting tutored in a certain subject. He wasn't too sure why Finn still had a tutor, in just went in one ear and out the other.

"Oh, hey dude." Finn smiled up from his calculator.

"Hey." Kurt smiled back, he didn't take any time to look at the other boy sat next to Finn. He walked towards the fridge and pulled out an ice tea.

"Er... Kurt, this is Blaine." Kurt could hear the slightly smile in his tone. Kurt turned sharply on his heel and stared at the smaller boy. Blaine simply nodded at Kurt, it actually looked more like the boy had some form of mad twitch other than a friendly gesture.

"Hi." Kurt breathed, before he hurried out the kitchen. A hot flush came over the taller boys face, remembering the image of him with his shirt off, all hot and sweaty.

"Erm Kurt?" He heard Finn's dopey voice in stop him in his tracks.

"Yeah, Finn?" Kurt shouted back, he didn't want to look back into the kitchen, worried they'd be able to tell he'd been having dirty thoughts about Finn's new maths tutor.

"Blaine said there's this cool bar in town, you mind if we go?" Finn sounded nervous, as if Kurt was his dad. Kurt kind of was like the father in the house, Burt and Carol were away for a few weeks, since Burt was now in congress; he was away from home quite a lot. Kurt wasn't too worried about that, it was nice to have some time to just sit and do homework or relax without being told he had to constantly do things. Finn was taking it nicely too since he had had his girlfriend over many nights in the last few weeks, what they got up to; Kurt didn't want to know, he'd simply go to Mercedes house and try and forget that fact that his older brother was probably slamming into Rachel Berry as we speak. Even the thought of it now was painful for the boy.

"Sure, just please don't come back too drunk." Kurt sighed, there was a slight laugh to the boys tone. "I also don't want a phone call at stupid o'clock in the morning asking me to come pick you up." Kurt raised his eyebrows and pointed a finger to Finn, who just rolled his eyes.

"Yes dad." Now Kurt was the one to roll his eyes.

"I don't know... I'm normally very good at calling out the gay kid but he doesn't press any buttons..." Kurt said as he laid, stomach first on his bed.

"He must be, Kurt i saw those eyes he gave you, he totally is and he's clearly into you." Mercedes smiled into her phone. She wasn't the only one that wanted Kurt to be happy, he's lived his whole life just wanting to have someone there for him. He had the glee club and his family but he wanted something friends and family couldn't give him. He wanted someone to call his own, someone he could walk hand in hand with.

"You're just saying that because you're trying to play cupid." Kurt laughed as he rolled his eyes.

"So where is Mr Badboy tonight?"

"Oh he and Finn went to some bar. I know he shouldn't be drinking since it's a school night but it'll teach him never to do it again." Kurt laughed.

"God Kurt, you sound just like your dad."

"Well someone has to be the responsible one since Finn clearly can't play the role." Kurt laughed just as he heard the door fling open, followed by a loud bang. "Speak of the devil. I best go, God knows what state that boy's in. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"You sure will, love you."

"Love you too." Kurt placed his phone down and got up, walking up the stairs of his basement-bedroom. He walked along the hall way to see Finn trying to steady himself and Blaine collapsed on the sofa.

"Blaine, look it's Kurt!" Finned burst out laughing, as did Blaine.

"Oh God Finn, how much have you drank?" Kurt turned his nose up at the smell of his brother, he honestly smelt like a prostitutes bedroom.

"I do not know what you are talking about." Finn slurred and pressed his eyes shut.

"I'm getting you to bed. God knows what i'm going to do with him." Kurt mumbled the last part and looked to the dark-haired boy who was nearly asleep on the couch. He wasn't too sure why he mumbled, it wasn't as if either of them could understand him. Kurt managed to drag Finn up the stairs and to his bedroom. He laid him down on his bed and pulled off his shoe's.

"I know you're my brother and i love you but there is no way in hell i am undressing you." Kurt cringed at how clingy his brother was being.

"I need Rachel." Finn murmured to Kurt.

"That's lovely." Kurt cringed again and managed to get out of the stronger boys grip. Kurt walked out the door and shut it behind him. He honestly did not know what he was going to do with Blaine. Kurt sighed as he saw that the boy was rolling around on the couch, singing to himself.

"I feel pretty, oh so pretty, i feel pretty and witty and brrrriiiiiiggghhhhhht." Kurt couldn't help but laugh.

"Come on, you." Kurt sighed as he tried to pick him but Kurt was way too weak.

"You have lovely arms." The boy told him, squeezing his arms slightly.

"Thank you..." Kurt was slightly weirded out. He managed to get a good hold on the boy and was about to take him into the guest room.

"Can we go down here? Here looks fun!" Blaine almost jumped out of Kurt's arms and towards his own bedroom door.

"I don't think so." Kurt's eyes widened as he tried to pull him away from the door.

"Here." Blaine demanded as he basically fell into the door and slid down the stairs on his backside. He sat at the bottom of the stairs and looked around the room with wide eyes. Kurt followed him and climbed over him, about to drag him up when he spoke.

"Am i in hell?" He asked bluntly.

"What? No... You're in my room." Kurt frowned.

"Oh. I should be."

"Erm." Kurt really didn't know what to say or do, he just stood in front of the drunk boy.

"I'm a horrible person you know, Kurt." He paused and frowned before looking up to Kurt. "Can i call you that?" He tilted his head.

"That is my name..." Kurt pressed his lips together and nodded slowly.

"I just..." He sighed before talking again. "I did a horrible thing. Now no one loves me. No one. Not even my mummy or my daddy. They think i'm nothing Kurt." His facial expression didn't change. "Nothing." He whispered.

"I'm sure that's not true Blaine." Kurt got down to the other boys level.

"It is. I want to be happy, why am i not happy? You know when you saw Karofsky run past you? You want to know what i did?" Blaine still didn't make any eye contact with the other boy. Kurt was about to answer but Blaine started talking again. "I beat the crap out of him... Well i tried to. I saw what he did to you, what he called you." Blaine's top lip turned up and the named repeated in Kurt's head. As much as it didn't faze Kurt too much, he knew that if another homosexual person heard it, they may take it personally.

"It's okay Blaine." Kurt said softly, his hand hovered over Blaine's shoulder, he wasn't sure if he should touch him or not but he did.

"It's not okay. You shouldn't be called those names, you're too pretty." This time Blaine's eyes looked at Kurt's. That warm hazel colour did something to Kurt, he couldn't put his finger on it but it made his feel safe.

"You really need to get to bed, you're too drunk." Kurt just laughed off the compliment and started to lift Blaine, this time he was motionless, he let Kurt move him and place him on the couch.

"Good night pretty boy." Blaine said.

"Night." Kurt sighed as he went into the bathroom.

What the hell had gone so wrong in this boy's life that he felt like he was nothing? How could his parents not love their own son? It's really beyond me. I suppose i should address these feelings i'm feeling too... What is this? Why do i feel the need to help him, to make his life better? This sucks.