A/N: Well, here's chapter 4! I'm sorry it took so long—I was busy :( …..but hey! Here it is! Oh, and thank you to everybody who has read this story (as well as my other ones!)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee in any way, nor do I think I ever will :( , or anything else you may recognize...

Chapter 4—Kurt's Story

The next day, all of Kurt's teachers were careful around him, but didn't mention the incident. Kurt appreciated this a lot.

At lunch, Kurt wrote to Nick and Jeff, I'm going to my dorm, but could you read them this note?

They nodded, and Kurt handed them a second note. "We'll see you in fifteen." Jeff said, and Kurt walked away.

Trading a glance, Nick and Jeff made their way to the cafeteria, got their food, then went over to the Warblers.

"Hey! How is he?" Blaine asked, worried.

"He's fine." Jeff answered.

"He wanted me to read you guys this." Nick said, pulling out the note, capturing ever Warbler at the table's attention. Opening it, he read, First of all, I'm sorry for the scene yesterday, especially you, Blaine. I was angry, and acted irrationally. You didn't deserve it, and I'm sorry. I'd like to explain myself to all of you—the whole truth—so if you'd all meet me in the library on Saturday at 4, as the librarian said I could use her projector, so I can 'speak' to you all. Sorry again, Kurt." Nick looked at all of them. "Will you come?"he asked.

They all nodded. "How are you doing, Blaine?" Jeff asked.

Blaine shrugged, and tried for a smile. "I hope I didn't scare him off." he grinned. "I am, however, focusing on the he-touched-my-face part of the slapping experience."

Nick laughed. "We'll tell him you said that." he told Blaine. With that, they turned and went back to Kurt's dorm, and told him the news.

Kurt chuckled over Blaine's comment (hoping that maybe, maybe, he still had a shot there), and was altogether content with his plan.

After school, Kurt hung out in the library with Nick and Jeff, waiting for Finn and/or Puck to show. At about four, Blaine, Trent, Wes, and David approached the three boys. "Hey Sassy, can we sit with you and your studs?" Trent asked good-naturedly.

Kurt smiled at him, and nodded. Looking at Blaine, he gestured 'come here'. Confused, Blaine advanced toward Kurt. Carefully, so as not to startle him, Kurt gave Blaine a hug. After a second, Blaine relaxed, and put his arms around Kurt. Kurt pulled back, and wrote, I'm sorry for slapping you.

Blaine shrugged. "It's fine. I deserved it for prying...and overreacting."

Considering this, Kurt wrote, Yes, you did, didn't you?! ;P

Reading this, Blaine gave a (playfully) indignant "Hey!", and whacked Kurt lightly on his arm.

Fifteen minutes later found them chatting like they'd known each other their entire lives. Occasionally, one of the others would glance over and marvel at their instant chemistry.

At five, Nick came back from getting a drink. "Umm, Kurt, there's some jock here, says he's come for you...he looks kind of badass." Nick said uncertainly.

Kurt froze, his first thoughts going to Karofsky. He found me, Kurt thought fearfully. Blaine, seeing Kurt freeze, put an arm around him. "Are you okay?" he asked. By this point, everyone was watching Kurt shake.

"I'm going out there to talk to him!" Jeff said angrily, and he, along with Wes, David, and Nick went out into the hall where Puck was waiting, leaving Blaine with Kurt, holding onto him tightly.

"Who the hell are you?" Nick yelled at Puck, who looked surprised, and got hostile.

"Who the hell are you?" he retorted angrily.

Jeff got up all in Puck's face. "We're Kurt's friends, and even though we don't know what you did to him, we're the ones telling you to back off!"

"What I did to him? Oh..." Puck questioned, then his face cleared. "What did you tell him?" he asked.

"About what?" Nick asked.

"What did you tell him about me?" Puck reiterated.

Still being very aggressive, Nick shrugged. "That a jock was here saying he'd come for Kurt...and that he looked kind of badass." he admitted.

Puck swore, and shoved Nick off, heading for the library. "Where the hell are you going, and who do you think you are, thinking you can shove my boyfriend?" Jeff roared, going after Puck.

"Your boyfriend?" Puck asked, then nodded as he figured it all out. "You're Nick and Jeff."

Nick nodded, confused. "Yeah...what's it to you?"

Puck sighed. "Right now Kurt's in there freaking the hell out because he thinks I'm him, so just let him see my face, okay?"

They regarded him suspiciously. "Fine. But if you try anything, we'll beat you." Jeff threatened.

Puck nodded, and, accompanied by Nick, Jeff, Wes, and David, entered the library. "Kurt, this is the guy I told you about." Nick told Kurt.

Shaking, Kurt lifted his head, then his whole body loosened in relief. The next thing the Dalton boys knew, Kurt hurled himself at Puck and was hugging him tightly.

All six boys stared, open-mouthed. "He freaks out about his voice, but runs into a guy like this's arms?" Wes asked, confused.

Kurt finally released Puck and turned back to his friends, gesturing to Blaine (who had been frozen sitting down) to join them. "Hey, I'm Puck." Puck truly introduced himself laconically. "You been treating my Princess here right?" he asked.

Kurt hit him in the arm, hard. "Ow, Porcelain, geez, Finn told me I had to?" Puck complained, rubbing his arm.

"Yeah, we're treating Kurt just fine..." Jeff trailed off, still slightly in shock.

Nick recovered first. "Kurt, why didn't you tell us you had a boyfriend?" he asked cheerfully, not caring at all at how he or Puck had acted before now he knew Kurt was fine.

Kurt and Puck looked at each other for a second, then burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" Nick asked, confused.

Between gasps for breath, Puck choked out, "Dude, I'm straighter than a stripper's pole." he turned to Kurt. "You're still my number 1 gay, though, right?"

Kurt nodded, smiling. This is Noah, my step-brother Finn's best friend, and my savior.

Blaine looked relieved at this, but asked, "Savior?"

Tensing, Kurt wrote, Saturday.

Blaine nodded.

"Now, if you'll excuse us, Princess and I gotta go, Frankenteen is waiting." Puck said.

"Hey." Jeff caught Puck's arm. Puck turned around, looking at him.

"Yeah?" Puck asked.

"We're cool, right?" Jeff checked.

Nodding, Puck smiled. "Yeah. You were just protecting my boy here. Keep that up, and we're cool."

The Dalton boys nodded. Kurt whacked Puck in the arm again, waved at his friends, and left with Puck.

Saturday couldn't seem farther away.

Kurt's POV

I spent the weekend almost exactly like the last one, only I took some time to pull together some things for Sunday. When Saturday came, I said goodbye to my family and Puck early, and drove to Dalton. I arrived at 3:45—perfect! I headed straight for the library where the librarian was waiting for me.

"I set you up a room in the back for you." she told me.

I smiled, and let her lead me to the back. Once I was all set up, I waited until they all arrived. By 4:03, they were all there. Glancing nervously around, I started typing.

First, thank you all for coming. If at any point you want to leave, feel free to go. Anyway, so I guess your two big questions are: how did you lose your voice, and why were you at Dalton before?

They all nodded.

I smiled sadly. Well, here's the complete story.

I clicked on a link, and a picture of the New Directions filled the screen. You all know these people as the New Directions, I typed, and a few people exclaimed in surprise; I went on, but I know them as Rach, Cedes, Goth Queen, Mike, Trouty Mouth, Quinn, Britt, Satan, Artie, Puck, and Frankenteen (a.k.a. Finn, my step-brother). I pointed to each person in the picture as I wrote their (nick)name. I know them as my friends. A little more than a month ago, I was one of them.

"You were a singer?" Wes asked, surprised.

I turned to my closest friends here. Yeah. Nick and Jeff, you know those songs I use to wake you up? I asked them. All the Warblers looked at them.

"Yeah, that girl's awesome." Jeff said.

I smiled. That 'girl' is me. Those are recordings of me.

They all stared at me open-mouthed. "Y-you were a countertenor?" Wes asked, shocked.

I nodded. Opening up a link for YouTube, I entered in 'Kurt Hummel'. A few videos popped up, and I clicked on Rose's Turn. I watched, embarrassed and with a touch of envy, as my younger self sung his heart out.

When it ended, they all turned to me. "That was amazing, Kurt!" Blaine told me, amazed.

I smiled. Thanks. Anyway, so Puck suggested I spy on the Warblers, which was why I was here and met Blaine. I explained.

"What did you think?" Wes asked, unable to help himself.

I looked down, blushing. "What?" Blaine asked.

No hard feelings? I typed. They all nodded. Well, you guys sound absolutely dreamy, especially you, Blaine, and you guys have the whole group synchronicity down, but the New Directions are going to beat you at Sectionals unless you branch out more...or Rach shuts up, but that probably won't happen.

Wes looked thrown, as did all the other guys.

I winced. Sorry. I typed.

Blaine waved his hand. "It doesn't matter. You were just stating your opinion, and now we can prepare better for Sectionals."

Nodding thoughtfully, Wes agreed, saying, "True...thank you for your input."

I smiled briefly.

"And your voice?" Nick asked hesitantly.

I took a deep breath. I'm gay, and was the only out student in the entire school. There was this Neanderthal, Karofsky, who seemed bent on making my life a living hell. He shoved me into lockers, dumped me into dumpsters, and poured slushies on me. One day, I confronted him, and he...

Here, I paused. Surprisingly, it was Blaine who asked softly, "What did he do, Kurt?"

I looked Blaine in the eye as I typed, He kissed me.

Ignoring all the cries from the Warblers, I pressed forward, So Karofsky was a bad closet case, ad told me that if I told anyone, he'd kill me.

A tear started to fall down my face, and Blaine got up to hug me. "It's okay, he can't get you here." he soothed me. I nodded finally. I didn't tell anyone, but a few days later, he came back. He said that he had to make sure I wouldn't tell, and he had promised to kill me anyway. The next thing I know, his hands, I winced, were around my throat, and he was strangling me. Miraculously, Finn and Puck found us, and pried Karofsky off of me. He went to juvie on attempted murder, and took my voice with him. My doctor says he squeezed it so that my vocal cords will never be repaired enough to talk, or sing, again. I added tearfully.

"What did he look like?" Nick asked me finally.

I pulled up another link I'd found, an article with the headline 'High School Homophobe Sent to Juvie for Attempted Murder', which had a picture of Karofsky in his letterman jacket smirking at the camera.

Nick sat back in understanding. "Badass jock, that's why you freaked out when Puck came. I'm so sorry, Kurt." he aplogized.

Shaking my head, I typed, It's fine, you didn't know.

I accidentally glanced at the picture, and started shaking. Blaine, who had released me at some point, hugged me again, placing one hand on the back of my head and guiding it to his shoulder, where I rested it, crying silently.

"Sh, sh, it's gonna be alright." he murmured into my ear. "You're fine."

Finally, when I lifted my head, I found all the Warblers looking at me sadly. "You didn't deserve that, Kurt." David told me.

Nodding, I wiped my eyes furiously. I'm sorry for laying this all on you. I just didn't want to keep lying...I told them.

"No." Jeff told me. "No, you're not laying it on us. I think I speak for everyone here when I say that we're really glad and honored that you told us."

"And if you ever need anything, anything, then please just ask. We're here for you." Nick added.

All the others Warblers nodded in agreement, and I looked at them in amazement. Even for someone like me? I asked, blinking back tears.

They all looked at a loss. Only Blaine knew the words that I needed to hear: "Kurt, you're amazing. You're compassionate, you're sweet, you're smart, you're loyal, you're beautiful. Kurt, you're everything, and the real question is who wouldn't do it for you."

With this, I half-collapsed into Blaine's arms, burying my face in his shoulder again, too emotional to type or really do anything.

By an unspoken agreement, every Warbler got up, made their way to me, clapped me on my back, said some nice things (like: you're great, we love you, you're amazing) to me, then left. Finally, it was just me, Blaine, Nick, Jeff, and Trent.

I looked up from Blaine's shoulder as Trent walked over to me. "Come on, Sassy, you know you're amazing. Don't let this get you down. You're still 100% more fabulous than all of us." he told me, gave me a half-hug, then left.

Now, it was just Blaine and my two best friends here. I let go of my tight hold on Blaine and turned to face them. Carefully, they both leaned forward to place a kiss on either side of my cheek. "We love you." Nick told me.

"And we always will." Jeff added.

"Whatever-"

"And whenever," Jeff cut in,

"You need our help," Nick went on,

"We're there for you, Kurt." Jeff informed me.

"Always." Nick added.

With that, they left the room, but not before I heard Jeff whisper to Blaine, "Now it's your part."

As my two friends left, I turned to Blaine, who was standing in front of me awkwardly. Noticing the wet spot on his shoulder, I blushed slightly, embarrassed by pouring this all on him and all the rest of the Warblers, and by my reaction—mainly that I'd practically thrown myself at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked me gently.

I nodded, wiping more tears from my eyes. Suddenly, I felt dizzy, and swayed slightly. Before I could fall, Blaine caught me once more in his arms. "Hey, I got you." he murmured to me, then I felt my legs leave the ground. In a dream-like state, I heard us leave the library and walk through the long halls of Dalton until we reached my dorm. For some reason, it was open, and Blaine carried me in, depositing me gently on my bed. "Rest, honey." he told me sweetly.

In my hazy, emotional, tired state, everything seemed like it was a dream, but the one thing I knew clearly was that I couldn't let Blaine go. I thrashed slightly, and he came back straight to my side. "Hey, what is it?" he asked, worried.

I grabbed his hand, looking straight into those warm hazel eyes of his. 'Stay' I mouthed. His eyes widened, and he blinked nervously.

"O-of course, anything you want. Here, I'll just grab this chair." He stuttered in shock.

Not letting go of his hand, I gave it a brief tug, then patted the bed next to me. Slowly, he clambered into my bed next to me. Snuggling into him, the last thing I remembered before falling asleep was him putting his arm around me, pulling me close.

A/N: Can I just say how much I LOVE this chapter? I've always been a fan of the whole truth-coming-out times...! I hope y'all liked it, and if you have any questions or comments (I'd love to hear either!), please review and ask them, or PM me. If you do have a question, I promise I'll answer!

Also, I wasn't sure when I wrote this how I wanted Kurt to react...I finally decided on the adorable leans-on-Blaine approach. I thought this would work because, well, he just relived his (terrible) past...wouldn't you need a friend? And there's still all that affection between the two of them (at this point, more Blaine than Kurt—Kurt's still figuring out his feelings), so wouldn't he go to Blaine? Anyway, as I've said, if you want to ask me anything, just review/PM me! I'd love to hear from you guys...(now I sound like a broken record...sorry!).