Kurt could feel himself coming to, though he couldn't remember getting home. All he remembered was leaving Tyler's place equipped with a brand new bottle of codeine after having to pawn off his jacket to pay for it. What was strange was the fact that he felt this presence behind him. He opened his eyes, peering into the unfamiliar, sun streamed room. This was definitely not his bedroom… He let out a moan when his head started to throb. The second the noise fell from his lips, something constricted from around him, pulling him into a warm presence. That is when he began freaking out. Kurt kicked out, scrambling off the bed and tumbling to the floor.

"Kurt?" Kurt glanced up to see Blaine on his hands and knees on the bed, looking down at him with worried copper eyes. His hair was a mess of raven colored curls making him look anything but threatening. "Are you alright? Sorry if I scared you. I shouldn't have stayed in here, but you just seemed so… I don't know and then…" Blaine began rambling, clearly nervous. Kurt wasn't listening anymore. He needed to work some things out in his own mind… Like why the hell was he sleeping in the same bed as Blaine? And why didn't he make it home? Everything was a complete blur of sounds and colors. The last thing that he fully remembered was accepting the bong and then he woke up. Was the weed laced with something? "And I'm really sorry." Blaine finished, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and watching Kurt with an expectant expression.

Right, he was supposed to say something, "Um…" He fidgeted around, looking down to see he was no longer in his clothes from the other day, "I'm assuming these are yours?" He pinched the material on his thigh, raising an eyebrow at the furiously blushing boy above him.

"Y-you don't remember anything from last night?" He asked cautiously.

Kurt's eyes widened, "Oh God… Please tell me we didn't-"

"No, no." Blaine cut him off, raising his hands, "We didn't do anything."

Kurt let out a sigh of relief, "Sorry… It's just." He made a noncommittal hand gesture.

Blaine nodded, "I get it," He let out a small laugh.

"I mean, it's not that I wouldn't want- I mean you're…" He indicated Blaine's body with a wave before ducking his head in embarrassment. Kurt stood, brushing the invisible dust from his –scratch that- Blaine's borrowed pants and sat carefully on the edge of the mattress. Blaine in turn sat back, twiddling his thumbs as if waiting for Kurt to make the first move, "So…" He started, feeling a bit uncomfortable, "What did happen last night?" Blaine looked up at him, concern coloring his features. That look brought back a vague memory. He remembered seeing that face with those worried honey orbs watching him. Kurt could feel the phantom hand holding his face, "Y-you helped me?"

Blaine nodded, "I was out driving and you fell out into the street in front of my car," Kurt took in a shocked breath at that. Blaine reached out and took Kurt's hand to calm him. Both looked down between them and let the other's hand go, blood rushing to color their cheeks, "Well," Clearing his throat, he continued, "It was freezing outside and raining, so I got you in my car. I was going to bring you home, but you passed out… So I kind of had to bring you back to my house." His unsure eyes flickered to Kurt's before carrying on, "You were soaking wet, so I… Well, I had to help you change since you were starting to become hypothermic." Kurt bit his lip, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and self-conscious, "I-I'm not sure what happened, but I left to go grab some blankets and when I came back, you were really upset. So I stayed." Blaine finished

"Well, thanks…" Kurt murmured, still trying to sift through his memories of that night. He took a look at his surroundings, seeing that it was very nondescript. There were no pictures or posters… "This is your room?"

"Hm?" He sounded a bit distracted, "Oh, ah- no. It's the guest room. This used to be my older brother's room until he moved out."

Kurt nodded thoughtfully before thinking of his own brother, "Shoot." He scanned the room, looking for his cell phone, "Did I have my cell phone with me?"

"No. You didn't have anything except the clothes on your back." Blaine explained, standing when Kurt did.

"Damn it." Kurt cursed under his breath, running a hand through his tousled hair. Not only did he not have his phone, he had no wallet and no damn car! Kurt sucked in a breath and turned to Blaine, "Could I borrow your phone for a second? I need someone to take me to my car."

"I could take you." Blaine offered whist fishing his phone out of his pocket anyway.

Kurt pulled one side of his mouth up in a half smile, "That's very nice of you, but you've already done too much."

"What type of friend would I be if I didn't help you out?" Blaine raised an eyebrow in question.

"Friend?" Kurt asked doubtfully. It's not that he wouldn't want to be friends with Blaine, but they'd only known each other for a day.

"We slept in the same bed together," He winked slyly, "I'd hope that meant we were at least friends!" Blaine put a hand over his heart in feigned shock.

Kurt couldn't help but to laugh at Blaine's joking nature, "You're a goofball." He playfully shoved Blaine's shoulder. The movement caused Kurt to notice his scars on display. He retracted his arm quickly, turning them into his stomach and holding them close. Sure, he knew Blaine had already seen them… But it didn't mean he wanted to show them off. They were disgusting, just like he was. His light mood was taken away just like that. The smile that once adorned his face fell in an instant and that all too familiar pit in his stomach formed, seeming like it was trying to swallow him whole.

Blaine seemed to notice the shift in Kurt's demeanor, taking a step forward and ducking slightly to try and catch Kurt's gaze, "Kurt? Are you-"

"I'm fine." Kurt took one step back, staring at the grains in the wooden floor.

He heard keys jingling, signaling Blaine was ready to head out. A warm hand slipped into his, leading him from the pale blue room and out into a grand hallway. Blaine's house, or should he say mansion, was huge. He was sure he'd get lost should he wander off on his own. Luckily, his hand was firmly planted in Blaine's. Once again, a warmth tingled in his cheeks when he looked down at their clasped hands. They were almost to the door when he heard a booming voice yelling from upstairs. Blaine no doubt heard it too, squeezing his hand that much tighter as he pulled Kurt out the door and into the frigid air. It was then that he realized he was still wearing Blaine's clothes. As if reading his mind, Blaine turned to look at Kurt, "Your clothes are in the dryer. I'll bring them to school for you tomorrow if that's alright." Kurt nodded, opening the passenger side door as Blaine went to the driver's side.

Kurt told Blaine the address where he hoped to find his car as he buckled his seatbelt, settling back into the cool leather. They drove in a silence that wasn't uncomfortable. Blaine's eyes were, for the most part, transfixed on the road ahead. The only break in the silence coming from the GPS letting the curly haired boy know where to take the next turn.

Kurt took this time to study Blaine. Yes, he knew it would seem kind of creepy, but the boy really was stunning. His dark chocolate hair was free of gel, causing soft curls to form at the nape of his neck and along his forehead. Slight stubble was present just above his full lips and along his strong jaw line. He was like some sort of Greek god. Kurt turned quickly when a pair of caramel colored eyes flickered to his. When looking out the window, he noticed the buildings getting more shabby and run down. He knew that his car would look very out of place in this area and he hoped nothing bad happened to his baby.

Of course the second the thought ran through his head, Blaine turned a corner showing Kurt's Navigator… In hot pink spray paint were the words, 'GO DIE FAG.' Kurt ignored the tears swimming in his eyes as Blaine pulled up behind the car, "Not sure why I was expecting any different." He unconsciously started digging his blunt nails into his arm, forming mini crescents in the skin. "Listen, thanks-" Kurt turned to see Blaine openly glaring at the car, "Blaine?"

The other boy blinked, looking over at him, "Sorry… People like that really make me angry." His voice held a certain hostility to it that made it seem he held a personal vendetta against homophobes.

"It's nothing that hasn't happened before more or less." Kurt remembered wiping down his locker after Karofsky left him a little message on it, "That's just what happens when you're gay… No one helps you out. It's like, "Hey, if you're a fag, bad shit is going to happen to you."" Kurt shrugged.

Blaine turned his sharp eyes on Kurt, "Don't say that."

Kurt pursed his lips, "Don't take this the wrong way if you're not," He started only to have Blaine cut him off.

"I'm gay." He responded, seeming to already know where Kurt was leading.

"Oh."

Blaine nodded before suddenly turning the car off and getting out. Confused, Kurt followed his lead. Blaine pulled open his trunk, grabbing some rags and cleaner before slamming it shut. "Here," He tossed one of the rags to Kurt before rounding the car and going towards the large, black SUV.

"You don't have to help, you know…" Kurt started when Blaine began squirting the solution onto the paint, scrubbing furiously to get the words out, "It's not your problem."

Blaine shrugged with an air of nonchalance, though Kurt could see straight through it, "I want to. Besides, I have nothing else to do." He gave a strained smile. Kurt returned it, walking up next to Blaine and wiping at the dried paint as well.

The smell of the paint brought Kurt back to that night once again. He closed his eyes, remembering stumbling down the steps and out of Tyler's apartment. Kurt could remember opening his car and stashing his wallet and pills in the center console when rough hands grabbed his collar from behind. A few kicks to his back and the smell of wet paint assaulted his senses before he crawled away from the car. Well that explained why he felt so sore… "Kurt?" Blaine's voice brought him back to reality.

He notice he was just standing there, his hand holding the rag against the back window. Kurt shook his head back and forth before resuming the task at hand, "Sorry. Blanked out for a second." Luckily because of the rain, they managed to easily get the vandalism off. "Thanks, Blaine." Kurt said earnestly as they were putting the items back in the trunk of Blaine's car.

"Like I said earlier. You're my friend, so of course I'd help you." He smiled.

Kurt sighed, "Don't downplay it, Blaine. You did a lot more for me than anyone else would have. We don't even know each other."

Blaine leaned against his car, looking like a damn model. Kurt let out a shuddery breath. "Then why don't we? Try to get to know each other that is."

Kurt smiled a real smile, hating how it felt foreign on his face, "I'd like that." Blaine pulled him in for a hug that lingered a little longer than would be acceptable for 'just friends' standards, not that Kurt minded.

"Grab your phone." Kurt nodded, opening his unlocked car and rummaging around in the different compartments until he found his phone, ignoring the blatantly obvious orange bottle settled at the bottom with his keys and wallet. Blaine took it and programmed his number inside, "So you can call whenever." He explained with a smile.

Kurt nodded, "I'll text you later then." Blaine gave a slight wave as he walked back to his car. Kurt got inside his Navigator, fishing out his keys and starting up the vehicle. He noticed that Blaine was waiting until he left first, so he turned the car on and pulled away from the curb, heading home to face his father's wrath.

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* insert filler chapter above * Haha. :) I'll try to get the next chapter up soon!