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Chapter three

"I know you're lonely, but you're not alone." –Rachel Berry

"Turn here."

Kurt turned the wheel on his Navigator as they headed to the motel Blaine had called home for the past year. Kurt used one hand to turn on the radio, humming along to "Domino" by Jesse J. Blaine smiled, stealing a glance at Kurt. He quickly turned his attention to the sight in front of him when Kurt gasped. The old motel was in plain view. Kurt pulled in and parked, looking around with wide eyes.

"This is horrendous! No offense…."

"None taken." Blaine sighed, "Let's just go grab my stuff. I really want to leave."

Kurt nodded and they both got out of Kurt's black car. Blaine pulled a room key from his pocket and went to the door of his ratty room. He quickly put the key in the locked and turned it once he heard a drunken laugh. Kurt was practically on Blaine's heels. Blaine closed the door behind them and looked at the mess he called home. As he scurried to pick up clothes on the floor, Kurt looked out of the peep hole and locked the door. Blaine looked up to find Kurt cautiously walking around. Why was he so scared now? The sound of a bottle braking brought Blaine to reality. He winced.

"So to you have a suitcase?"

"I have a bag."

Kurt nodded and looked around, his gaze stopping on a picture Blaine had sitting on his bedside table. He looked at him and Blaine nodded, going back to packing. As Kurt grabbed the picture, he gasped.

"Blaine…. When was this taken?"

Blaine didn't even look up as he replied. "A few years ago. It's from my highschool, Dalton."

"The all-boys school in Ohio?"

This time Blaine looked up. "You've heard of it?"

Kurt nodded and sat the photo down, sitting on Blaine's bed. "I lived in Lima, Ohio. I was going to spy on the Warblers one day, but I chickened out."

Blaine laughed. "I would've been flattered if you came and heard me sing."

Kurt's eyes widened, "you were a Warbler?"

"The lead soloist, to be exact."

"Wow. I'm impressed."

Blaine shrugged and went back to packing.

"How did you end up like this?"

Kurt's whisper made Blaine freeze for a moment. "My parents weren't very supportive and definatly didn't like what I wanted to do with my life."

"That's sad."

Blaine nodded and shoved his notebook full of songs in his bag before walking over and grabbing his Dalton photo. He smiled at it before putting it in the bag as well. He tied the bag closed and looked up at Kurt, setting his room key and twenty bucks on the bed. "Okay, let's get out of here."

Kurt nodded and rushed out. Blaine drifted behind, smiling at his old home before shutting off the lights and following Kurt to his car.

They pulled up next to Kurt's house, Blaine not noticing the silver Mercedes that now sat in Kurt's old spot. Kurt laughed as Blaine told him of a performance at Dalton that ended with Wesley tripping and them all falling.

"It was so embarrassing!"

Kurt grinned as they walked up to his door. "At least there weren't any judges."

"True, but the entire student body and even some of the teachers at Dalton were there."

Kurt giggled and turned the knob to the door.

"Honey, is that you?"

Blaine's ears perked as he looked at Kurt. Kurt blushed and yelled back, "Yes Ryan. Come up, there's someone I want you to meet." He then turned to Blaine, "ready to meet Ryan?"

Blaine nodded, even though he was dreading facing the man that had the one thing he wanted more than anything: Kurt.

A/N: Okay, so here's the problem. I kind of left the notebooks that hold the chapters to most of my stories that I haven't typed up yet somewhere else, which is why I didn't post another chapter to "Twice Loved Once Broken" Monday. And I might not be posting any stories next week too, because of the same problem. Anyways, thanks if you're reading this. I love you guys!

~Toxic