AN: Sorry for the long wait. I really really wanted to update this for all of you, but school has seriously been taking up most of my time lately. But here is the update, and I'm sort of really excited about this one. It's one of my favorites out of this series and I really hope you like it as much as I do.

But in other news that isn't apart of this series, let's talk about Glee; not fanfiction glee, but glee-glee. Who is super excited for the season premier on Tuesday. I ended up seeing a list of songs that are going to preformed against my own will; it was on my TUMBLR and I am super psyched right now. I mean, it's amazing; if you already know the song list then you know just how amazing it is.

Anyways, this is way longer than what I wanted to be so I'll just let you go and read this :D


What Can Keep Me Holding On?

Chapter 4: Bad Day

So confused, that is how Kurt has been feeling after all the events that had happened just merely within the past few hours of his first day at his new school.

A first day that has been long and unbearable.

But Kurt's long and unbearable day wasn't even close to it's closure and there was already so many thoughts on Kurt's mind as Wes and him both walked in synch down the now almost familiar Dalton Academy halls, through the corridors and towards the room in which he would be spending the rest of his stay at Dalton in.

It was official. Even though his house was so close, he would not be returning home. Sure he is free to leave school grounds on weekends and holidays whenever he wished; it's not a prison. Students were even allowed to wander around town after the days classes. But Kurt was still going to miss his dad and his new family. He was still getting used to that fact that now Carole and Finn were at home, missing and worrying for him; and he wasn't going to lie the two had become very dear to him, just like his father.

As he and Wes continued to walked down the halls his eyes wandered ever so slightly, taking everything in and any other time Kurt would of took time to appreciate how well decorated everything was but another thing that was raking his brain wouldn't let him.


"Kurt honey,hurry up and come up for breakfast so your father can take you to Dalton before he goes to work. You don't want to be late on your first day." Carole, his step-mom called down the stairs for him as he scurried in his basement bedroom packing up his last few things as fast as he could without breaking a sweat. Because breaking a sweat before going to school would just be gross and he doesn't want to clog up his pores so early in the day.

"Just give me a few minutes." he replied back, pausing for a second in front of his mirror staring at the reflection in front of him. The reflection staring back at him did not seem familiar. He could see a boy who went through a lot of shit through the past few years. Underneath the little bit of make up he has covered up were blue bags underneath his eyes from the long nights of crying himself to sleep thinking his life would never change; and there he stood today in a uniform from a school that had a zero tolerance bullying policy, and yet the boy staring

back at him looked guilty and scared. Guilty of how he got into this uniform, using his parents honeymoon money and scared because it was his first day of school and he was nervous.

"Hey kid, your breakfast is getting cold" his father, Burt, stated warily. His eyes were red and unlike Kurt the blue bags under his eyes were noticeable which sent another twinge of guilt through Kurt's body, and he felt pathetic. Pathetic that he was doing this to his father.

Taking another once over in the mirror Burt began to laugh softly.

"You look fine." he stated from his place by the doorway.
"In fact I may have to chaperone you during your classes to make sure none of the guys try to make a move on you."

"Dad!" Kurt's face flushed almost immediately. Burt had been nothing but supportive for Kurt ever since he came out to him just two years ago but talking about things like dating and sex with his father is still an uncomfortable topic for both of them.

"Just you know." Burt shrugged giving his son a shy smile.
"Get up there and eat your breakfast, we gotta go."

"What about my stuff dad?" Kurt glanced around the room and the smile Burt was wearing vanished and he sighed.

"Uh, yeah...right. Well since you didn't get your room assignment yet just you know call me after you get it and I'll just run it down for you." Kurt could hear the distance and the tears that he was fighting not to escape and Kurt could feel his own welling up.

"Okay, that would be nice." Kurt smiled sadly.
"Could you bring Carole and Finn too, I'm sure they would love to see the school, and I just want to see them anyways."

Burt smiled and Kurt walked up to him out of no where and hugged him. Those arms that had made him feel safe for years wrapped around him and Kurt couldn't fight them anymore more,tears fall on his fathers shoulder and Burt's arms tightened around him.

"Yeah. Anything for you kid, you know that. Just you no don't cry, your going to make me cry and this is already hard on your old man. Remember this is for your own good, we wouldn't be doing this if we could avoid it. I want you far away from that school, got it." Kurt nodded, wiping the tears away from his face. Burt patted his shoulder and made his way up the stairs, Kurt following straight behind.


Blinking himself out of his thoughts Kurt once again had to fight the tears that were daring to reach the surface. Not only was he nervous about being away from home for so long, he was nervous about whom he would be staying with; because lets face it is obvious he had probably made a few enemies with his show he had made in the hall earlier that day. But Kurt shook those images away as Wes suddenly stopped at one of the white doors with a golden tag with the numbers 256 engraved into it.

It was the last door in the long narrow hall way. Wes simply stared down at Kurt giving him a shy smile and a look that almost worried Kurt.

Right when Kurt was about to open his mouth to say something Wes just shook his head simply knocking on the door, and turned around disappearing down the hall that they came from leaving Kurt to stand awkwardly in front of it. Alone. There was a distant sound of sniffling beyond the door, and Kurt had to bite his lip as he raised his hand and leaving another knock on the door.

The sniffling stopped almost immediately, and there was a clear of the throat. Whoever was in there sounded like they were having a worst day than Kurt, and Kurt felt for him.

Who is he,
is he okay?
Kurt thought to himself getting ready to raise his hand and knock on the door again.

"Wes just go away." a muffled voice broke through the door and Kurt's head whipped up at the sound of the voice, and he knew who it was immediately.

Are you fucking serious!Kurt screamed in his head.

"It's not Wes." he answered back, stepping away from the door as he heard shuffling.

Maybe I should just leave, turn around and go.

"W-hat do you want?" Blaine's voice trembled coming closer now.
"How did you find my room?"

"The office." he answered the questions blunt and short, just like Blaine's.
"It's my room assignment. You're stuck with me."

From inside of the room Blaine wiped his hands consciously against his eyes debating on whether or not he should open the door. What if Kurt was going to yell at him again? Or laugh at him because he was clearly crying since seventh period. But as if Kurt read his mind his voice rung out softly from behind the door.
"Listen. Earlier when I yelled out you, I-I am really sorry if I was out of line. I don't regret it. I don't, honestly. I could care less who's son you are. But my point being is you deserve an apology."

"If you don't care who's son I am then why are you apologizing? Huh? It's not like I ran to my grand parents just to get you kicked out like everyone else thinks I'll do. I appreciate the fake apology, but your education here is safe. You don't need to be another one of my fake friends just to be here." Blaine shot back bitterly.

"Listen here." Kurt said just as bitterly.
"You open this door and say whatever you have to say to me to my face. If I say I don't care who's son you are I mean it. I don't judge people; but you wouldn't know that because obviously you are stuck on your own cloud in your own pitiful world in your pitiful life."

That made Blaine angry. Jumping off his bed he rushed towards the door opening it.
"You don't know one thing about my life." he screamed not caring about the heads that turned in the direction. His angry brown eyes never left Kurt's now softening blue ones.

The boy standing in front of him was nothing like the Blaine he had met earlier. This Blaine was pale and sickly looking. His well gelled hair was messed up and a few curls fell into his clammy face. To put it bluntly Blaine looked like shit. Something tells Kurt no one has ever seen Blaine like this, and that's what made him even more worried.

"Y-you don't know the least bit about my life either." Kurt stated defensively.

"Will you just uh- let me in." he continued.

"We are sort of making a scene and from what I've learned about you already it doesn't seem like you let people see you like this to often." Blaine's face softened in realization and he simple just nodded, stepping aside from the door and walking back towards his bed.

"You know." Blaine stated simply, looking up at the roof; his voice still emotionless, flat.
"I should of known something was going to be going on since they put another bed in this room on Friday."

"You don't have to pretend to be nice to me." Kurt said back, sitting himself on top of the free bed, staring idly around the big room until he remember he had to call his father.

Just as Blaine went to go say something, Kurt put his hand up.

"I just have to make a phone call." he said pulling his phone out and dialing his number.

"Hey Kurt!"Burt's voice came through the phone which made Kurt smile warmly. Burt's voice was like home to him.

"Hey dad. I'm done with classes" Kurt's voice was soft and emotional as he laid back on the bed. He could feel Blaine's eyes fall on him but he ignored him.

Are you really? Burt sounded shocked, probably because Dalton gets down an hour earlier than classes at McKinley.

"Yeah they are. You should tell Finn that, it should really tick him off that I get out of classes earlier than he does."

"You can tell him that yourself when we come to drop off your stuff."Burt laughed, which made Kurt chuckle softly.

"I guess I can. I would really like to see the look on his face anyways."

"Yeah." Burt replied.
"What is your room number anyways?"

"Room 256, last door in the hall." Kurt stated, running a hand through his hair absently.

"Alright kid. I'm going to grab your stuff, put it in the car and we'll be on your way."

"Alright dad. See you soon. Love you, bye." when the phone clicked, ending the call Kurt could hear Blaine take a deep intake of breath.

What was that about? Kurt thought. But his thoughts disappeared just as quick as Blaine got up and rushed into the bathroom slamming the door along with him.


AN: Well that was it, I will try to update the next chapter really soon. But until then, seriously I am grateful for every single one of views. Thanks so much for all of the favorites and comments. Continue doing that ;) keeps me going haha. 3