Disclaimer: Same as first chapter, will remain the same throughout the story.


Blaine paced the floor in his room at Dalton while he looked at his phone he was holding. It was Friday night. He had promised himself he would call Kurt.

He looked at the received calls on his phone to find Kurt's number, closed his eyes, and hit call.

Blaine stopped pacing, put the phone to his ear, and waited with baited breath.


Kurt looked at his phone and saw that Blaine was calling him. That damn reform boy. What the hell did he want? "What?" Kurt answered the phone. Yes it was rude, but he really didn't like how this guy was acting.

Blaine sighed audibly on the other end of the phone call. "Kurt-" he began, then paused, searching for the right words. "Kurt I'm sorry. I do want to talk to you."

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Kurt asked dryly.

Blaine ran a hand through his hair nervously. "I-I couldn't stop thinking about you this week."

Kurt's breath hitched, but he quickly shook his head. He shouldn't care that this hot boy had been thinking about him all week. He didn't like this boy. "Oh?"

Blaine took a deep breath. He felt so vulnerable. Usually he could hide behind the bad-boy reputation he had acquired at Dalton. But now he was actually saying what he felt. He was being himself again, for the first time in about two years. "Yea...I was wondering, Kurt, if you would want to meet up sometime, for coffee or something? I wanna start over."

Kurt was silent, and Blaine started to doubt his decision. "I mean, we don't have to. Maybe we shouldn't." Blaine quickly said.

Kurt sighed. "I just don't know Blaine. I don't know." Then he hung up on Blaine.

Kurt felt bad for hanging up on Blaine, he really did. Blaine had never actually given him a reason to not like him. Yes, he went to Dalton, but other than that he didn't seem all that bad. Maybe Kurt should try and see the good in this guy. There might be something there.


About twenty minutes after Kurt had hung up on Blaine, Blaine's cell phone vibrated. He opened the text message and read Sunday 1:00 Lima Bean? –Kurt

Blaine's eyes widened as he read the message. Kurt did want to see him? This whole situation was just so weird. And now came the next question: Did Blaine really want to go through with all of this?


Kurt sat at a table in the Lima Bean facing the door, and tentatively took a sip of his hot drink. He looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was five after one. Blaine was late, if he was coming at all. Kurt wasn't sure because Blaine had never answered his text message invitation.

Kurt waited another five minutes and was contemplating leaving when Blaine sauntered in. Even though he was short, his unruly curly hair drew Kurt's attention right to him.

Kurt watched as Blaine looked around the coffee shop, caught Kurt's eye, and then went on line. After buying a drink for himself he sat down across from Kurt. "Hi."

Kurt looked at Blaine, trying to find something to say to break the ice. Blaine actually seemed quite polite. He sat up straight in his chair and quietly took a sip of his drink. "You don't really belong at Dalton, do you?" Kurt observed.

Blaine set his cup down on the table and looked at Kurt curiously, tilting his head a little like a puppy. "Why would you say that?"

Kurt felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he looked at Blaine. He couldn't help but think that Blaine was actually pretty adorable. "You don't seem like someone who needs to be at a reform school. Yes, you seem a little…roughed up…but I think you're just misunderstood."

Blaine looked down at his drink and traced his finger along the top of the cardboard cup. "It's a long story."

Kurt questioned his sanity as he prompted the boy by saying, "Well you did say you wanted to talk to me." Kurt knew he had made the right decision, however, when Blaine looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. He seemed so lonely, so desperate for a friend. "I'll listen." Kurt said gently.

Blaine exhaled slowly, as he prepared himself to share his life with someone he barely knew. He decided to just go for it, seeing as he had nothing to lose. "You're right, you know." He said, looking back down at the table. "I don't really belong in Dalton. " Kurt watched Blaine and Blaine continued. "I had gotten into a lot of fights at public school, and, as you know, I drink…" Blaine trailed off and Kurt smirked. "But my dad just used those as an excuse. I think he really sent me to Dalton because-" Blaine took a deep breath. "-I'm gay." He finished quietly, his muscles tensing, waiting for Kurt to hit him. When no physical blow came, Blaine hesitantly looked up at Kurt, and saw an understanding smile playing on his lips.

"So am I." Kurt whispered.

Blaine felt his whole body relax itself. He had been right. This boy would understand him.

After that, it felt so much easier to talk to Kurt. Blaine decided to start from the beginning, and told Kurt about how he had been all but forced to start drinking. He was glad to find that Kurt listened intently and he continued. "After I had given them the beer, and drank my own, it became a sort of routine. They wouldn't beat me up at school, if I made sure to supply them with beer. And occasionally they would allow me to have one too. Of course, my dad knew. And one day, he was in a particularly bad mood and he basically said that if I don't stop taking his beer I would get thrown out of the house. Naturally, I agreed to stop taking it, but I was worried sick about how Ryan, Jesse, and Matt would react once they found out. I didn't go to school for three days after my dad had given me the ultimatum. When I finally went back I avoided the three boys as much as possible. But they soon found out and returned to beating me up constantly. However, I started to fight back. I wasn't very strong, but I was sometimes able to hold my ground against one person, and I got sent to the principal's office more than once for fighting. The final straw was when I took a friend of mine—the only other out gay guy at my school—to a school dance. We had a great time together, but after the dance Ryan, Matt, and Jesse found us and beat the living crap out of us. I had been working on fighting them myself, and I did get a few punches in and I ended up breaking Matt's nose, but my dad decided that that was that. He sent me to Dalton so I would straighten out, and stop having an excuse to fight." Blaine finished his story and sighed.

Kurt stared at Blaine, sympathy showing on his face. "Wow. I'm really sorry Blaine. I-that's terrible."

Blaine shrugged. "It is what it is. Not much I can do about it now. Dalton's not all that bad though. I just stay to myself and try to avoid fights. I'm in the closet there, so I'm able to just blend in."

Kurt was shocked at how nonchalantly Blaine had accepted his fate, but he just nodded his head.

"So what about you?" Blaine asked. "What's your story?"

Kurt shrugged. "I thought I had it pretty bad but I'm not at reform school. I'm lucky enough that my dad accepts me for who I am."

Blaine smiled sadly. "Wow, that's great."

"Yea." Kurt smiled. "But there is this one Neanderthal at my school that has made it his mission to make my life a living hell. He shoves me into lockers every time he passes me in the halls, he makes fun of me all the time, slushies me-"

"Slushies you?" Blaine asked, confused.

"Yea, he—well all the jocks, really—they take slushies and throw them at people. I'm a pretty big target though, seeing as I'm the only out kid at my school."

"That's horrible."

"That's not the worst of it. He-" Kurt looked around the coffee shop and then leaned in across the table. "-He kissed me. And then he threatened to kill me if I told anyone." Kurt leaned back in his seat and took in the shocked expression on Blaine's face.

"He threatened to kill you?" Blaine asked.

Kurt shrugged. "Yea, but there's not much I can do about it. I wasn't going to tell anyone…" Kurt trailed off as his eyes grew wide.

"Relax." Blaine said. "I won't tell anyone. I don't have anyone to tell." Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. "But…he's gay?"

"I think so." Kurt answered.

"So…what? He torments you so people think he's straight?"

"I guess. I think he's in denial of himself, and bullying me helps him feel better."

Blaine shook his head. "It's not fair." Suddenly, he formed a fist with his right hand and slammed it down onto the table, causing Kurt to jump and for a few people in the coffee shop to look their way. Blaine put his head down to avoid the new attention, and people quickly became uninterested and went back to what they were doing. Blaine looked up at Kurt again and clenched his teeth. "It's just not fair. People shouldn't care if other people are gay. I don't care if they think it's wrong or something, they should just mind their own business. I'm sick of feeling so alone."

"But Blaine," Kurt smiled "You're not alone. And neither am I anymore."


Cue Blaine and Kurt standing up on their chairs in the middle of the Lima Bean and singing Darren Criss' song 'Not Alone.' ...oh the things that go on in my head XD

TBC