"Blaine?" Blaine looked up at the sound of his name; Kurt had sat up on his bed, his eyes still full of tears.
"Kurt?" Blaine moved to sit down next to the boy, who wrapped his arms around him.
"You're my best friend," Kurt whispered. Blaine smiled and hugged Kurt.
"You're my best friend too. I'll always be there for you, no matter what happens. I promise," Blaine said; suddenly, his phone vibrated, Blaine pressed speaker. "Hello?"
"Blaine, is that you?" a voice asked.
"Is it Blaine?" another voice asked.
"Yes, guys, it's me. Say hi to Nick and Jeff, Kurt," Blaine chuckled, handing the phone to Kurt.
"Hi," Kurt whispered, not letting go of Blaine.
"Who's Kurt?" the two seemed to ask at the same time.
"Kurt's someone special. I met him yesterday, I found him outside of Dalton. Apparently, he saw you two making out…anyway, I'm helping him with some stuff," Blaine explained.
"How cute, Blainers made a new friend," Nick cooed and Jeff laughed. "Dude, Amanda keeps calling us, demanding to know where the hell you are. We keep telling her we don't know, but she doesn't believe us. I think she's gonna break up with you…or kill you, whichever she decides on first."
"Honestly, guys, I've been meaning to break up with her. You can tell her that I said 'she is a controlling bitch'," Blaine said, making Nick and Jeff gasp.
"Now, Blaine, it is not dapper to call your girlfriend a bitch," Jeff reprimanded.
"You two call each other bitches all the time," Blaine snapped.
"Yeah, but we mean it out of love," Nick said.
"You guys are impossible," Blaine muttered.
"At least we're not short," Jeff retorted. Nick gasped.
"Ooh, dude, you crossed a line. Blaine's gonna get you for that," Nick giggled.
"Nicky's right, Jeff; when I get back, you're gonna get it," Blaine said, trying to contain his laughter.
"Quick, hang up!" Jeff said and the call ended.
"Those two, I swear…," Blaine mumbled. He looked over at Kurt, who was still clinging onto him, but the boy was asleep. "Aw, Kurt, you're the greatest," he whispered.
Kurt awoke a few hours later and felt a rush of joy when he noticed Blaine curled up next to him. He'd heard the Dalton boys talking about Blaine's girlfriend, but Kurt didn't feel any jealousy; Blaine was straight and therefore he had no chance with him. Kurt got up and stretched, and then made his way upstairs.
"Kurt, is that you?" a voice slurred.
"Yeah, Dad, it's me," Kurt replied, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.
"Come in here, boy," Burt said. Kurt gulped and entered the living room. "Where have you been?"
"D-downstairs with my friend Blaine," Kurt said, mentally smacking himself for mentioning Blaine.
"Who is this Blaine?" Burt asked, opening another beer.
"He's just a friend, Dad; he has a girlfriend," Kurt whispered.
"I'm worried about you, Kurt. Don't throw yourself around like you don't matter, got it?"
"Yes, sir," Kurt said, wiping his eyes.
"Good boy, now go back to your friend or something," Burt mumbled as he scanned sports games on TV. Kurt tiptoed back downstairs to his room and found Blaine flipping through his Vogue collection.
"Dude, Kurt, your collection is awesome," Blaine exclaimed.
"Okay, one, don't call me 'dude', and two, thank you," Kurt said, smiling.
"I see you're feeling better," Blaine observed and put the magazine down. Kurt walked over to the bed and snuggled next to Blaine.
"You're the best thing that's happened to me since…well, in a long time," Kurt said. Blaine grinned and ran his hand through Kurt's hair. "Didn't I tell you not to touch the hair?"
"It's already messy," Blaine said, pouting. Kurt looked up at him and giggled.
"Okay, go ahead." Kurt nodded and Blaine smirked.
