A/N: Hello everyone! I apologize for not being able to update these past few days. Things got really and I haven't really had much of a chance to log on and post. Here's the fourth chapter of Finding Light! It's a bit shorter than chapter three, but I still hope you all enjoy it. This really focuses on Kurt with the addition of Blaine into the story! I sincerely appreciate everyone who's taken the time to review, favorite, and follow this story. Thank you all so much.

Again, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and if you have any questions, comments, ideas, etc, please comment and let me know!

The first day of Kurt's summer support group arrived way too quickly for his liking. He fixed his hair, putting on nicer clothes than he'd worn all summer so far. He made his way upstairs, grabbing a signature granola bar and eating it quickly. The sooner he arrived at the support group, the sooner he could leave and go back home and try to forget it. He had a meeting once a week for the entire month of June, and he was not excited in the very least.

"Dad.." He begins in a quiet voice, glancing up at Burt. "Do I really have to go?" He murmurs, slumping down into a chair at the kitchen table.

"Kiddo, we already went over this. It'll be good for you. Maybe you can even make a few new friends."

Kurt highly doubted it. There was no way that anyone would want to be friends with him. The most that would happen is probably a word about his voice thrown around every now and then.

"Fine." He resolves not to argue with his father any further, knowing it'd only dig a deeper hole.

"Kurt.. don't shut me out. At least try." Kurt could hear the utter desperation in his dad's voice and finally shrugs.

"Sure, yeah. I'll try." Kurt's voice wasn't extremely convincing but Burt didn't push any further, instead speaking up a mere five minutes later when it was time for them to leave.

Kurt nods, making his way out to the car and staring out the window as Burt drove. This ought to be fun.

They finally pull up to the small building where the support group is being held and Kurt sighs as he feels the car stop, looking up and over at his father when he begins speaking. "It's only an hour, Kurt. One hour. Just.. listen and talk and try. For me?"

Kurt resolves to nod and get out of the car, walking up to the building and entering, glancing around. It was a smaller room, a hallway leading down to the right. A blaring black and white sign pointed the way, reading "summer support here" with a small arrow. He walks through the room, head down as he stares at the floor. He suddenly hits something, biting his lip and glancing up as he realizes that something is a person. "Oh my gosh, I'm so-"

He stops speaking automatically. There was a pair of bright, hazel eyes staring over at him in the form of a boy. He looked to be around Kurt's age, wearing a nice polo and bowtie along with a pair of black pants and shoes. "No biggie." The boy shrugs. "I'm Blaine."

Kurt snaps out of his dream. The boy was practically right out of a magazine for modeling. His skin was a perfect toned shade of olive with just the right amount of tan.

"-Hello?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Kurt feels a pink blush creeping onto his cheeks, biting his lip. "I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel." He reaches forward, shaking the hand the other boy had extended moments before.

"I'm Blaine. So.. you're here for the summer support group, right?"

When Kurt doesn't speak, Blaine blushes in return and immediately begins to apologize.

"I'm sorry. I.. I shouldn't have assumed.."

"Blaine, no, it's fine. Calm down. I am. Not very willingly, but yes, I am."

He sees the boy's head tilt slightly to the side, a bit confused. Could he get any cuter?

Kurt shakes his head. "My dad made me come. Recently got diagnosed with depression." That's all he wanted to say, and it was all he needed to say. He saw the boy immediately nod and take his hand. He blushed, glancing around and looking back to the boy. He was slightly shorter than Kurt, but he didn't find himself caring too much.

"This is my third session. I've been going for a few weeks. You can sit by me. I promise it's not too bad. C'mon, though. It's about to start." Kurt allows himself to be pulled gently into the room. There was a circle of chairs in the center and he followed Blaine to one, sitting down gingerly and automatically crossing his legs. He looked over, noticing Blaine did the same.

He was about to speak up once again when he heard a voice speaking, sitting down in a chair directly across from him in the center.

"Welcome everyone, to our summer support group. I see a few new faces today, which is great. Why doesn't everyone go around and introduce themselves, just to start us off right."

Kurt halfway listens to a few introductions before he hears Blaine speaking up.

"Well, I'm Blaine. I've been coming here for about three weeks. I was diagnosed with PTSD and depression. Anyways, I'm here. It's not too bad, though, for anyone new."

Kurt automatically feels Blaine's eyes drawn to him and he blushes, realizing that everyone in the circle is staring directly at him.

"Uh, I'm Kurt. New here. Diagnosed with depression." He shrugs, staring down at the floor, biting his lip.

"Well, Kurt. Welcome. Is there anything you like to do? Hobbies, interests?"

"Music." Kurt gives another short answer. He was only going to these meetings to please his dad, he reminded himself.

He looks back up, watching as the man nods before moving on to the next introduction, looking back over to Blaine and letting out a soft sigh of relief as the boy gives him an encouraging smile.

The meeting moves rather quickly which pleases Kurt. He stands up from his chair, stretching his legs and beginning to walk out before Blaine catches his wrist. He turns around, glancing over at the boy who begins to walk out. "C'mon. I'll walk you out." Kurt reciprocates a smile back at Blaine before nodding, walking out to the parking lot where he found Burt waiting in the truck.

"So..why don't we hang out sometime? I mean.. you just seem like a nice guy and I don't have too many friends and I have no idea why I'm telling you this. Regardless, you seem nice and if you'd be so kind to let me, I'd enjoy getting together sometime. Maybe a movie, or lunch?"

Kurt finds himself nodding. "I.. sure. Yeah. I'd really like that." He raises an eyebrow as Blaine hands him his phone.

"Can I get your number? If you don't mind. So I could text you."

Kurt nods, entering his number into Blaine's phone. "As much as I'd like to talk, my dad's waiting." He motions towards the general area of Burt's truck.

"Oh, of course. Sorry. So.. I'll text you?" Blaine poses it more as a question and Kurt smiles, nodding.

"That sounds nice." He says nothing else, instead choosing to walk away, climbing into Burt's truck, trying to hold back a smile as Burt stares at him, biting his lip.

"That a friend?"

"Oh, no. He's just.. a guy I talked to. Today. His name is Blaine."

"He play for your team?"

"Dad! You can't just.." Kurt becomes flustered, sighing and shaking his head. "I'm not sure. But.. he's nice." Kurt shrugs. "He was nice to talk to. That's all."

Burt's obviously content with the answer as he chooses not to say anything else, instead starting the car and driving them home.

"I'm glad, Kurt. You deserve someone like that."

This time it's Kurt who chooses not to talk, instead nodding and allowing himself to show his dad a small smile for the first time in a while.