DISCLAIMER: I still do not own Glee. I probably never will

More Logan in this one, and I feel compelled to remind you that he is not my original creation, but belongs to the incredibly talented CP Coulter. I've made him a little different to fit my storyline, but he still doesn't belong to me.

WARNING: This chapter probably won't be cute. I'm sorry, it's a necessary evil.

Blaine shivered, ever so slightly, as Kurt's fingers traced a line up his arm and Kurt's lips pressed softly against his own. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer. He could feel Kurt smile as the kiss deepened and Kurt's grip on his forearm grew tighter.

But then the grip was too tight.

Blaine pulled back a little, confused. Kurt's soft hands were becoming rougher as Blaine's skin started to bruise. Blaine let go of Kurt's waist and tried to move away, but Kurt held him fast.

And then Kurt wasn't Kurt anymore. His pale blue eyes became a cold green and his dark hair became blonde.

Blaine started to panic as Logan stared back at him with rage in his eyes. Blaine tried to scream but he found that he couldn't make a sound. He tried to run away, but his legs wouldn't move. Logan smiled his most sinister smile and Blaine felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. And then everything went dark.

Blaine awoke screaming.

Kurt couldn't stop smiling. He had to pinch himself in the morning just to make sure that the night before hadn't been a dream. Blaine really had written a song for him. They really did kiss. Blaine really did walk Kurt back to his dorm room like a perfect gentleman. Something really was going Kurt's way.

Kurt finally felt like maybe – just maybe – he could be happy.

So he was smiling. And people were starting to notice, but Kurt couldn't be bothered to wonder what other people were thinking. He didn't care what the knowing glances between Wes and David meant. He didn't care about anything except the next time he would get to see Blaine.

Which is why, when that moment finally happened, Kurt thought his face might split in two from the size of his grin.

"Hey Blaine," Kurt said, trying to sound nonchalant but really just sounding as giddy as he felt as he sat down at their usual lunch table.

"Hey Kurt," Blaine responded smiling slightly but doing his best to avoid eye contact. Blaine looked awful, even to Kurt. It was obvious that he hadn't gotten much sleep.

"Is everything okay?" Kurt asked, concerned.

"Everything's fine," Blaine responded a little gruffly.

"Are you sure? Because you look –"

"I'm sure."

An awkward silence descended.

Kurt had no idea what to say. He thought that everything would just come easily now that they didn't have to dance around their feelings. But it didn't. Something felt strange between them. Blaine was staring at his food and moving it around with his fork, but not eating. He was much less put-together than usual, but Kurt couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Kurt was racking his brain for some sort of witty comment – or any type of comment at this point – when Wes and David suddenly appeared at the table.

"Hey you two," teased Wes. "Is there anything you'd like to tell us?"

When Kurt and Blaine remained silent, David added, "You know, maybe something involving heartfelt declarations or a slow motion montage?"

Blaine stood up suddenly and mumbled, "Excuse me. I have to finish my French paper," as he headed for the door.

The three boys, confused, watched him leave.

"What just happened?" asked Wes.

"I have no idea," mumbled Kurt, his smile having faded.

"Maybe I read this whole situation wrong," began David with a frown, "but I thought something happened between you two last night. I figured that's why you've been so happy all morning."

Kurt stared at the door Blaine had just left through. "I thought so too."

*!*

Kurt spent the rest of his day in a haze of confusion. Blaine wasn't talking to him. Blaine didn't even want to be in the same room as him. Was it something Kurt had done? Maybe he'd jumped the gun on the whole kissing thing. Maybe Kurt was a bad kisser. Maybe Blaine's song wasn't a declaration of love, but just a declaration of…friendship? But Blaine had kissed him back and held his hand all the way back to his dorm room. And there's no way that song was just about friendship.

Kurt was starting to get a headache from over-thinking. He couldn't keep analyzing everything he and Blaine had ever said to each other. He had to know for sure.

So that night, Kurt headed to Blaine's dorm room determined to get some answers. He took one deep breath to calm his nerves and then knocked on the door with as much confidence as he could muster.

Blaine opened the door looking ragged and was surprised to find Kurt on the other side.

"Kurt. Um…hi." Blaine was obviously flustered. "I'd love to talk, but I was actually on my way to the library so I guess I'll see you later," he rambled as he tried to grab his stuff and run out of the room.

"I don't think so," Kurt said authoritatively as he grabbed Blaine's arm preventing the older boy from leaving. Kurt couldn't be sure, but he thought he felt Blaine tense slightly at the physical contact. "You've been avoiding me all day. I'm not letting you run away this time."

Blaine sighed and put his books down realizing that there was no point in arguing.

When Blaine just stood there, not saying anything, Kurt took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I guess I'll start." Not hearing an argument from Blaine, Kurt continued. "We kissed. Last night. You sang me a beautiful song, and we kissed. And I really liked it. And it seemed like you did too. But maybe you didn't because now you're avoiding me and you won't look me in the eye. Is it something I did wrong? Because I'd really like to know for future reference."

"No," Blaine relented finally looking at Kurt. "You didn't do anything wrong…I did."

"What are you talking about?"

"I shouldn't have kissed you."

"You didn't," Kurt countered. "I kissed you."

"Well then, I shouldn't have let you kiss me."

"If this is about me still being fragile from the whole 'first kiss debacle' or something equally as moronic, you should know that you didn't break me. I'm fine."

"It's not about that," Blaine said a little too loudly.

"Well then what is it about?" Kurt snapped.

"It just shouldn't have happened!"

Kurt gasped at Blaine's tone and then understanding suddenly washed over him.

"You regret it. You regret our kiss."

"It's not like that," Blaine said, his tone softer. "It's just…I don't think that we can work…as a couple."

"I don't understand," Kurt said bluntly.

"Just…trust me. It's better this way," Blaine mumbled, back to looking anywhere except at Kurt.

"Better for whom?" Despite Kurt's best efforts, his annoyance was clear.

"Better for everyone," Kurt caught a glimpse of the tears in Blaine's eyes before they were hurriedly blinked away. "I've been down this road before and I know that this," Blaine gestured between himself and Kurt, "whatever this is…it won't end well. It's better if we just stop now before any real damage is done."

"No," Kurt said with surprising control. "No. You don't get to decide that this won't work. You are the one thing that's made me happy in…I don't know how long. I refuse to give you up that easily."

"Kurt," Blaine began with a look of agony in his eyes.

"No," Kurt cut him off decisively. "There's something more going on here. Just talk to me." Kurt took a step forward and reached out to put a hand on Blaine's arm, but Blaine flinched and quickly stepped back out of Kurt's reach.

"I can't. I'm so sorry Kurt," Blaine whispered as he sunk down against the wall.

Kurt didn't know what to do. He didn't know what was happening. He had never seen Blaine lose control like this. There had to be something going on, something that Blaine wasn't saying. Kurt could see it in his eyes.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered softly, crouching down to Blaine's level. "It's okay. Whatever is going on…you can talk to me."

Blaine shuddered as a small sob escaped his throat.

"In all the time I've know you, you have always been there for me when I needed someone," Kurt continued. "And you have to know that that goes both ways. I'm here for you. I will always be here for you. Just trust me." Kurt tentatively reached out a hand and placed it gently on Blaine's shoulder. He felt Blaine initially tense, but then relax under his touch with a sigh.

"You don't need this Kurt," Blaine whispered hoarsely. "You have enough going on. You shouldn't be taking on my issues too."

"I thought I made it pretty clear last night that I want to take on your issues," Kurt said with a small smile. "I don't know if you've noticed this, but I kind of like you a lot Blaine."

But Blaine was not easily convinced. "You don't know what you're getting into," he said, lifting his gaze to meet Kurt's. "I have a lot of baggage. Trust me when I say that you do not want this…you don't want me complicating your life."

Kurt gently placed his free hand on Blaine's cheek. "Why don't you let me decide exactly what it is that I want?"

Blaine closed his eyes and leaned into Kurt's hand. After a few shaky breaths, Blaine leaned his head back against the wall and stared directly in front of him, not trusting himself to tell this story while looking at Kurt.

"My freshman year," Blaine began, "I was in a pretty serious relationship with this guy…Logan." Kurt noticed Blaine's slight hesitation at the name and saw the rise and fall of Blaine's chest quicken almost imperceptibly. "He was my first boyfriend. Wes and David didn't like him. They tried to tell me that he wasn't good for me, but I wouldn't listen. I really thought we were in love." Blaine chuckled humorlessly at the memory. "After a while, I started hanging out with him all the time. I didn't see Wes and David as much, but I thought that's just what happens in a relationship. But then Logan would ask me to skip Warblers rehearsals. I didn't want to, but he told me that relationships were about sacrifice…and I believed him." Blaine seemed to be getting lost in his past as he stared ahead into nothing. "So I started skipping rehearsals. But I missed it. The Warblers are like my family, and it was really hard for me to stay away.

"So one day, I decided not to anymore. I went to rehearsal and it was so great to be back there with Wes and David again. I hadn't realized how much I missed them." Blaine smiled a little at the mention of his friends. "I went back to my room that night feeling like I was walking on air. But when I got back…Logan was in my room." Blaine's eyes darkened. "I'm still not sure how he got in. I assume my roommate let him in or accidentally left the door unlocked or something, but he was there. And he was…really angry. He started yelling at me. He said that I must not have appreciated our relationship if I would rather spend my time with the Warblers than with him." Blaine was scowling by this point. "I tried to apologize, but he wasn't hearing any of it. He just kept yelling at me and then he grabbed me –" Blaine's hands clenched into fists as a tear slid down his cheek. "–and shoved me up against the wall. I tried to push him away, but…I just…couldn't."

Blaine was silent for a moment. Kurt just stared at him, speechless. He didn't realize that he had begun to cry as well.

After a few deep breaths, Blaine had collected himself enough to continue. He began again with a detached tone. "I don't remember much about what happened after that. I think I fell and I must have passed out. When I woke up, I was in the hospital and Wes and David were there. I had a black eye, a bloody lip, a broken wrist, four cracked ribs and a mild concussion. When I came back to Dalton, I was really messed up. I was scared all the time. I wouldn't leave my room for a while. David and Wes stayed with me to make sure I was safe. They finally convinced me to tell the dean and Logan was expelled." Blaine's eyes looked sad and distant. "But it didn't fix anything. It was too late."

"Blaine," Kurt whispered softly, reaching to take Blaine's hand, "it wasn't your fault."

Blaine just hung his head and mumbled, "I guess. I mean, in my head, I know that. But there's always a part of me that wonders…why didn't I see it?"

"You can't blame yourself for that," Kurt said soothingly. "It's over now."

"But it's not over," Blaine sighed sadly. "I spent a long time trying to work out my issues, learning how to trust myself again. I thought I was fine. I thought I had moved on and that maybe I could have something…with you." Blaine shook his head. "But last night…when we kissed…I don't know. I guess kissing you made me realize that it's real now." Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes and whispered, "And I'm terrified."

Kurt's heart was breaking at the fear and pain that was so evident in Blaine's eyes. "Well…if it makes you feel any better, I'm terrified too," Kurt said sincerely. "This is all new to me. I'm used to rejection. I know how to deal with that. It hurts like hell for a while, but then it goes away. But having someone like me back? That is scary. I have no idea what to do now. I'm scared that one day you'll wake up and realize that you don't really want me."

"Kurt," Blaine started to protest.

"But no matter how scared I am," Kurt continued, squeezing Blaine's hand, "I know that this right here, me and you? This makes me happy. You make me happy. And I want to be the one who makes you happy." Blaine ducked his head, but Kurt lifted his chin and held his gaze. "Logan did not want to make you happy. He tried to take away the things you love. I will never do that." Blaine let Kurt envelope him in a warm embrace. Kurt ran his fingers over Blaine's hair and smiled a little. "I might try to take away your hair gel, but that's really for your own good."

And then, Blaine laughed. A real, full, genuine laugh. Kurt thought he had never heard such a beautiful sound. He noticed the way the corners of Blaine's eyes crinkled, and he noticed that the little spark of life that had been missing from them was back. And that thrilled Kurt. So he laughed too. And the two boys laughed together until they were breathless. And then they just sat, contented, Blaine curled up into Kurt like that was his home.

Just when Kurt thought Blaine had fallen asleep, he heard Blaine say,

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For everything."

Kurt smiled. "Anytime."

A/N: I know it's not the usual fluff, but I thought Kurt deserved a chance to be a hero too.

Now that Glee is back from hiatus, this might be the end of the fic. If you want more please let me know! If not, I'll probably take my ideas and make them into one-shots. Please review and let me know what you think/ if you want more, etc.!