a/n: as I said last chapter, I'm really happy right now. I'm one coat through my nail polish and I have rainbow-ized it and it is prettyful and yes, I know I sound five years old. Here's another chapter! Thanks to mrs. graciecriss4eva for making me feel better about the amount of dialogue. Because I hate it.

Disclaimer: I thought of another thing to add to my 'stuff I don't own' list: Darren Criss. And I can't choose that would be cool or creepy. So yeah, I don't own Glee.

Hey,

This matters to me, I really need to know what's wrong so that I can understand- Sorry, I only just realised I have an eLetter from you. I'm going to go read that now, ok.

Bye.

Engrossed in the eLetter he'd woken up to find, Blaine took no notice of David leaning over his shoulder.

David, along with Wes and all the other Warblers, had been worried about his current change of mood. He'd been so…, happy wasn't the right word for it, but was the closest they could come, until about two days ago when he'd run out of Warbler practice. Then he'd seemed shocked, after that he'd been distracted, nervous and generally tense and had checked his phone every minute. The only break in this had been when he'd met Kurt. Suddenly he'd gone from the down-at-the-bottom-of-an-endless-pit Blaine of sadness to a so-light-and-free-I-could-fly Blaine they'd never seen before. Sure, he'd been concerned for Kurt when he told his story, but until then he'd been crazily happy.

They'd been midway through thinking "at least he's crazily happy not crazily sad" when Kurt had left, Blaine had checked his phone, and he was down-at-the-bottom-of-an-endless-pit Blaine again. Now he was shocked beyond the point of last time, staring at his phone like he couldn't believe what it was telling him and re-reading whatever it said over and over again. So, like any good roommate, David had carefully leant over Blaine's shoulder and was attempting to read what he was. Seeing as this was Blaine and he knew Blaine pretty well, he noticed, as he leant that his expression had gone from the stunned-shock-with-mouth-unhinged-and-eyes-flicking-over-the-thing-he's-reading-over-and-over-again that he knew meant "I DON'T BELEIVE THIS" (he'd worn a similar expression when he'd read Dumbledore's death scene) to the moth-open-arms-tense-deep-breath-eyes-closed-angry-hurt expression that meant "I'm about to show this through the loud projection of my voice in a completely non-musical way that will make your ears hurt and I'm probably not even going to notice if your hear." The few times this had happened before, David had always run to get Wes so they could try to calm him down. But in those situations he'd known why he was so angry, now it was a mystery and he couldn't bear to leave without knowing why.

But he still didn't want to get hurt so he took the precaution of dashing to the other side of the room and sitting on his bed at the point where it met the corner of the wall. Because when Blaine got this emotional, things got wrecked.

He was just in time, as mere seconds later Blaine exploded.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU 'DON'T WANT TO LOOSE OUR FRIENDSHIP'? WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN IF OUR FRIENDSHIP WAS A LIE? THAT I'D GO 'THANKS FOR THAT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU SO MUCH BETTER'?"

He'd stood up at this point and David had taken his chance to grab the phone of Blaine's bed. What, with all the large hand gestures he was doing, he hadn't been able to hold on to it. Trying to make sense of his shouted anger, David had figured he'd better keep Blaine from replying to whatever message had got him like this before he'd calmed down.

"LIKE FUCK I WOULD! YOU LIED TO ME FOR YEARS! YOU WERE ALWAYS GOING ON ABOUT HONESTY AND HOW WE COULD TELL EACH OTHER ANYTHING AND IT WAS OK BUT THAT, OF COURSE, EXCLUDED YOUR LITTLE SECRET!"

Wow, Blaine never swore. Even when he broke his arm or was wound up by Wes to a point where he cracked and shouted, he still didn't swear. David was starting to realise that Blaine seemed angrier than he'd ever seen him. His anger also seemed to be part made of hurt, or at least, that's what it sounded like.

"DID YOU REALY THINK THAT THIS WOULD BE BETTER, THAT I'D FUCKING ACCEPT IT IF YOU WAITED TO TELL ME? OR WERE YOU PLANNING IN NEVER DOING SO."

Looking down at the phone David wondered who'd sent the message that had made him act like this. "I'm not snooping, I won't read it, I just want to know who hurt him this much," he told himself as he flicked through the phone to recent texts. Right at the top of the list: Kurt Hummel :). Biting his lip he glanced at Blaine, who was still shouting. He'd only know Kurt for two days. How could something he'd said have had this reaction? Although Blaine was different around Kurt, he was open, happier. So it was a possibility.

"WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN? What did you think..."

Blaine's anger had left him in one huge rush and suddenly he was from standing and shouting in a rage to sitting, half collapsed, with his head in his hands, looking lost, hurt and in so much pain. Walking slowly, so as not to alarm him, David made his way over. When he was standing beside him he crouched down so that their heads where level and tried to look Blaine in the eye.

Blaine was crying. He'd assumed that Blaine's gasps had been the last remains of his shouting, but tears were wetting his hands. Between gasps he was still muttering similar lines to those he'd been shouting.

Reaching out he hugged him, trying to comfort him from whatever it was that Kurt had said. When he stepped back he pulled out his own phone and sent a quick text to Wes, who appeared soon after.

"Watch him and help him however you can. I've got to do something about Kurt."

"Kurt did this?"

"As far as I can tell."

And leaving Blaine, who didn't seem to notice, in the hands of Wes he left the room. Typing the number from Blaine's phone into his, he paused before making the call to wonder for a moment if this was the Right Thing to do.

"Hello, Kurt Hummel speaking."

"Hello, Kurt, this is David, Blaine's friend."

"Oh, hey, why are you calling? Is something wrong?"

He sounded honestly confused, but David dismissed it as good acting and went on.

"Of course he is. I've just left him a wreck due to some message you sent him. I don't care that you're having a hard time, and we expect that Blaine will never want to hear from you again. How you could justify hurting him like this? I don't know, but I find it disgusting! You should understand what he's gone through, and how much it costs him to open up to people and to ABUSE THAT is disgusting."

"D-David, I..."

"No! I don't care what you said, or what he did that, in your mind, evens it out. I'd like to know what happened but I'm not going to invade his privacy by having you tell me. Because it doesn't change the fact that you a horrid person and Blaine never wants to see you again."

"I-"

"NO, Kurt. Just go-"

He paused. Blaine had just stumbled out of his room and was staring at him as if he was crazy.

"Is that Kurt?"

"Yes, I called him. Don't worry we won't let him hurt you again."

"But Kurt didn't do-"

"I know he's told you that this is all your fault but you need to understand that-"

"THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH KURT!"

And Blaine was angry again.

"What do you mean? He was the last person to send you a text?"

"That wasn't about a text. Look, it doesn't matter. Just let me speak to Kurt please."

With a confused glance David handed the phone to Blaine.

"Kurt? Thank god, I'm so sorry about that..."

And he sounded so relieved that David believed him instantly.

Please reply.

I just want to know what happens next.

Dave

a/n: YAY SHOUTING!