"Where's Mommy, Daddy?"

"Would you like to go for a walk?" Blaine asked. He glanced around the room, then looked back to Kurt. "It's kinda crowded in here."

"Um, sure," Kurt replied, his voice slightly higher than normal. He quickly cleared his throat as he got up and followed Blaine out of the room.

They went to the back of the school, exiting two large double doors- Kurt was beginning to believe they only knew one size for things around here- and entering a garden.

"Whoa," Kurt said in surprise, looking around.

"Yeah," Blaine replied, laughing a little at the look on Kurt's face. "This place isn't like public schools."

"This place is insane. Like, everything about it is insane. I walked around for two hours and never saw a teacher, or security."

Blaine nodded. He began walking down a path that led back behind some trees. Kurt looked around for a second longer before catching up.

"The teachers here don't really walk around," Blaine said. "And we don't have security… don't need it."

"Again I say, insane."

Blaine smiled. "Everyone here is pretty trusting of one another. I've been here for two years now, only seen one fight. The guy who started it was expelled immediately."

"Must be nice," Kurt replied, looking around at the flowers and trees surrounding them. "I mean, not the fight, but the feeling of safety; the trust."

"It is," Blaine agreed.

They were quiet for a few steps. They reached a bench and Blaine sat down, Kurt following suit.

"Before I came to Dalton," Blaine started, "I was at a public school. I was bullied… a lot. I don't know what your story is, but I was bullied because I'm gay."

Kurt had to stop his eyes from popping out of his head at that moment.

"Kids were… unbelievably cruel," He continued. "I thought I was doing the right thing by coming out. I thought it would show other kids who were afraid to that they could do it too," He laughed humorlessly, "God was I wrong."

"My problem's the same," Kurt replied softly. "Except I'm not just gay, I'm a flaming gay." They both laughed. "I have the weird fashion sense, I hate sports, I like staying clean, skin care routines are a must… the voice doesn't help much either."

Blaine looked at Kurt. "I like your voice. It's unique."

Kurt grinned a little, blushing. "Thank you," He replied, looking away so Blaine wouldn't see his cheeks turning red.

Blaine smiled as well, but after a moment it faded. "Well, Dalton is great. I'm out here, and nobody cares, but… but it isn't exactly what I wanted. My parents are very protective of me, and they made me come here after an… incident at my old school. They practically begged me not to come out when I started school here, but I refused to live in the closet.

"Anyway, I feel like my bullies won. That, by leaving, I showed them that they have power over me… and I hate that so much."

Blaine turned to Kurt, looking him right in the eyes. "Please don't let that happen to you, Kurt. I wasn't strong enough to face up to my bullies, but I have a feeling you are."

Kurt smiled, fighting back the tears in his eyes. "How do you know?"

Blaine shrugged. "I can just tell. You don't seem like the type that takes crap from people."

"Thank you," Kurt said with a laugh.

"No problem," Blaine replied. He looked down at his watch and sighed. "I better get back," He said, standing up.

Kurt stood as well. "Oh, okay… Well, um, it was nice talking to you." He tried to hide the disappointment in his voice. It had been wonderful talking to Blaine, but he hadn't really said any of the things he had wanted to say so badly.

Blaine just looked at him for a moment. "Um, Kurt, do you mind if I give you my number? I have a feeling you won't be able to make regular visits here, and it'd be nice to have a friend who lived outside of this," He motioned around with his hands, "world."

Kurt smiled. "Yeah, sure. I'd like that too… I mean, one that lived outside of my world… I mean- Why don't I just give you my phone?"

Blaine laughed. "Okay."

Kurt handed him his phone and Blaine put his number in, then handed it back to Kurt. "Just text me later and let me know who you are so I can add your number to mine, okay?"

"Okay."

They walked back into the building together, then went their separate ways. Blaine was going to walk Kurt all the way out, but Kurt knew that would have made him late for class so he said he could find his own way.

He did pretty good keeping his emotions in check, until he got to his car.

He shut and locked the door, then started the car. But, before he could even think of pulling out of the parking lot, tears filled in his eyes.

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry," He repeated to himself, taking deep breaths.

It was pointless. He couldn't stop it.

Tears started falling down his cheeks as his bottom lip trembled.

He cried because he had found Blaine.

He cried because he didn't even know for sure if this was the right Blaine.

He cried because he didn't just ask Blaine if he was the right person.

He cried because Blaine was so open and honest with him.

He cried because Blaine was nice and actually helped him with his problem at school.

He cried because he wasn't even supposed to be here.

He cried because he couldn't tell his dad about his day.

He cried because he'd have to lie and say he'd been at school.

He cried because his friends would know that he hadn't been at school and Finn would question him.

And he cried because his mom was gone and she'd never be back.

His head was lying on the steering wheel as he clutched it with his hands tightly. His shoulders shook, and he remembered what his mom used to do when he was little and sad or scared.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"I had a bad dream."

"Come on, let's get you back to bed."

"You won't leave me will you?"

"You know I won't. We'll do what we always do. Now, let's lie down."

"It was a scary dream, Mommy."

"The monsters again?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, baby."

"Can I..?"

"Of course you can. Lay your head on my chest."

Kurt could still hear the familiar beating of her heart. It always had the same rhythm. Thump… thump… thump, thump… thump.

It could make him fall asleep faster than any story ever could. It was the most soothing sound to his ears. Some nights he'd fake a nightmare just so she'd lie with him and let him listen to her heart.

Kurt cried until he couldn't produce any more tears.

He finally released his grip on the steering wheel and lifted his head, wiping his eyes.

He looked over at the clock to see that he had just about an hour to make it back to school in time to pick up Finn.

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