Once again im sorry for the long wait. I promise ill start updating more often. Thank you all for reading this story and im sorry for any stupid spelling mistakes, my auto corect is broken and i have the mental spelling of an 11 year old

If i owned Glee the break up would never have happened, but i dont, and it did. :(

Leaving was prehaps not the best idea he'd ever had, but at the time it had seem like the best option. True, seeing his dad had cheered him up and its hard to feel upset when Carol is fussing over you, but he decided as he made the two hour commute to Dalton on monday morning, putting of his reapperence had only made him mor nervous. He had turned his phone off after the talk with Mercy, and had been to scared to turn it back on, so he had no way of knowing how the boys were going to react. He did know how ever that they were going to be completely repulsed by him. Well you should be used to it by now! chastised the voice in his head as he felt the tears build up, you've always been an object of hatred, people can see that your weak!

Suddenly over come with a sudden rage, and he roughly bushed his tears out of his eyes with his shirt sleave, in a very un-Kurt like ? why is he tortured everywere he goes? why won they just let him live his life? he's not hurting anyone. I've delt with this before meaning i can deal with it again. he was going to half too it seemed as Kurt suddenly found long trip coming to a sudden finish far to soon for his liking. Parking the car and grabing his bag he made his way towards history, his first class of the morning, hoping to further avoid any confrontation. He only shared this class with Nick and he hoped that if he got to class and seated quickly he could manage to avoid some of the public humilation.

He managed to make it through the rest of the day without any Warblers cornering him by spending lunch, break and the time between classes in the girls toilets and he did not miss the significance of this. He spent a large amount of his McKinely life taking refruge from the jocks in the girls changing room. Sure he missed a few meals but he wasnt hungery anyway. The only problem he had was his room. He shared it with Reed and he was sure to ask questions. He did his work after class in the bathroom, skiping Warblers, like they would miss me anyway,and stayed there long after curfew. It was half two before he picked himself of the cold tile, stiff and sore, and made his way back to his dorm, were he found Reed asleep as he had hoped. Setting his alarm for half five, he climbed into bed. His brain would not sshut down though, and five hours later he thought he may go crazy without a break from the negitive thoughts. At half four he got up, put his uniform back on and went for a walk. He returned just in time for class that morning.

Blaines POV

It lasted for a week. Kurt and been avoiding him for seven days now and he was getting worried. He could tell that the rest of the Warblers were too. It was hard to miss how pale Kurt had gotten, the bags under his eyes, the weight loss, evident already after only a week. Not to mention Reeds reports that Kurt was never in their room after dark no matter how long Reed waited up for him and was gone by the morning. Kurt was good at avoiding people, he had told him he had to be good at hiding to survive at his old school. It broke Blaines heart all over again that Kurt felt that he had to run at Dalton. This was the one place he was meant to always feel safe. Since they had met they had never went so long without talking, infact now that they had started dating (He could help but to smile at the thought) they were hardly ever apart... And he missed it. He missed being the big spoon,he missed Kurts lips, his eyes, his bright smile, his beauitiful laugh, he missed falling asleep together by accident and the suprise of waking up in each others arms. He missedd the eskimo kisses and coffee. He missed Kurt. What hurt the most though was seeing Kurt as he is, a mess. Lifeless and quite, yet he still felt a great swell of pride as he watched his boyfriend walk into class, head held high despite the fact that he felt like he was being judged. He loved his boyfriends courage.

And so, as any worried boyfriend would, he tried to talk to his love. He was desperate enough to enlist the help of the Warblers to, basically, help capture his boyfriend. But Kurt dodged them like he dodged Blaine, avoiding every hand held out to him and every voice calling him. After four days Blaine was not looking like his dapperself, his uniform was a mess and his hair was ungelled. Between them Kurt and Blaine looked like the before shot at a undertakers, not a flattering look. It was in this state Wes and David found Blaine in the lunchroom on Friday.

"i think we need a lovervention" said Wes and he threw himself into the seat opposite Blaine, sliding him one of the coffees he got.

"I agree" followed David " Im worried the lack of gell means he's saving his supply in order to droen himself in it"

"besides Kurt keeps missing practice, and i cant afford to lose my countertenor this late in the game". This earned him a blazing glare from Blaine who had otherwise kept his eyes on this coffee. " I was joking, in all honesty we're worried about you. Worried about both of you. Your cluching to the little sanity you had in the first place and Kurt clearly hasnt slept since before this time last week".

Both boys got up from their places opposite Blaine and instead went to join him on his bench. Wes proceeded to pull him into a hug while David rested his hand on the tenors arms saying "Look, we... we want to make this better, we need to make this better. Kurts one of us and he's in a dark place right now. What they did to him..." David trailed of his eyes darkening with rage

"what they did to him was inhuman and they deserve to rot for it. We dont think Kurt relises how much we, as his friends love him and we want to show him that were not judging him, but that his is brave andkind and that we will protect him here at Dalton. Thats not just us, it's all the Warblers and his friends" Finished Wes.

Blaine was suddenly reminded why he loved his friends so much, "what do you have in mind?" he asked.

And so it came to pass that, at 3.23 am the next morning, Reed, Nick, Jeff, Wes, David, Evan, Ethen and Blaine were sitting in Reed and Kurts room, waiting for him to return. They were spread across the room Reed on his bed with Nick who was stroking Jeffs hair as he sat on the floor beside them. The twins and Wes Lounged on the floor while David was curled up in the over stuffed arm chair in the corner of the room. Blaine was sitting cross legged on Kurts bed, cuddling his pillow. The had been there since lights out at 9 pm and had stayed there ever since, entertaining each other with funny stories and random chatter, but as the night went on it became harder and harder to ignore the lateness of the hour and the growing tension thjat came with it.

Finally at 4.10 am they heard the key in the lock and a the door swung open reveling a drenched Kurt, it took him a few moments to notice the boys in the room. When he caught sight of the boy on his bed however, he stumbled backwards,looking like a deer caught in the headlights, helooked very close to making a run for it. Before Kurt could decide Blaine reached out and grasp his hand "please" he begged, his voice sounded rough from lack of sleep and desperations. His desperate eyes met Kurts teary scared one, the two stared at each other for a few minuites, when with a small jerk of his head be backed of to the wall beside the door and lent againist it, wrapping his arms around his chest in a protective stance.

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