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Blaine had hardly any sleep that Friday night. All he could think of was the phone laying on his bedside table. He tried not to, though. He was trying to suppress that thought, to convince himself that he would talk to Kurt again in the morning, he would leave a message, yes that had to be good enough…except that it wasn't. That little bastard was practically calling him, luring him, Blaine just wanted to shut it up but at last he gave up.

With a sigh of frustration, he removed the covers from his body and reached for the device. He spun it around between his fingers a couple of times pondering if it was a good idea to break into Kurt's privacy, until he decided it was. He turned it on again and waited for the home screen to appear.

"This is bad," He thought, "I shouldn't be doing this."

Once Blaine started perusing around, he was unstoppable. He started with the pictures, Kurt had several folders and Blaine checked them all one by one. This was all too good he couldn't keep it to himself; he grabbed his own phone and dialed.

"Hello?"

"Nick!" Blaine whispered with excitement.

"B-Blaine?" Obviously his friend was still sleepy and given that it was 2:00 am it was understandable, but Blaine didn't think about that. "What's the matter?"

"I'm checking Kurt's phone," Nick waited for him to continue, "Man he has all these pictures with different people."

"So?"

Blaine shrugged, "I don't know…I barely know these friends of his, and we go to the same school!"

"Didn't you say he's a popular kid?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, isn't it obvious that he…" Nick yawned, "would have difwrnvs…?"

Blaine looked at his phone with concern, "What?"

"He's popular, Blaine. Of course he will have dfwng…!"

Blaine furrowed his brow, "Yeah you're right, I'll let you sleep now." He hung up, still not really sure of Nick's last words but he shrugged it off and continued to look at the pictures.

He dialed again.

"Yeah?"

"Trent, it's me Blaine."

"Alright…" Trent was confused as to why would his friend be calling in the middle of the night.

"Kurt has these pictures of parties, gatherings and stuff like that with the popular kids."

"Blaine did you call to tell me that Kurt's popular?" It was clear that Trent was getting angry, "Because I will hunt you down if that's the case."

"No, see that's the thing," Blaine left the threat aside, "He has more pictures!"

"Blaine."

"But they're like hidden or something…"

"Blaine."

"I think this the Glee club!"

"Blaine I'm gonna smack you in the nuts with Wes' gavel until they're purple and fall off if you don't hang up the phone now and let me sleep!"

And so Blaine hung up the phone with his shaky hands, the phone fell to his mattress and bounced a little.

Another dial.

"Thad!"

"Who is this?"

"Blaine."

"Oh hi."

"Listen, I think there's something wrong with Kurt." Blaine was worried now.

"…who?"

"Kurt."

"Who's Kurt?"

"The owner of the phone? You guys were helping me decide what to do with it."

"Oh yeah! What about him?"

"I think there's something wrong with him. I don't know there are these…I guess they are poems or something and they're really sad. I-I'm worried about him, Thad."

"…"

"Thad?"

"About who?"

"Kurt!"

"Oh, Kurt! How is he?"

Blaine facepalmed, "I just told you I think he's depressed!" There was no answer again, "Hello? Are you there?" As a reply, Blaine got some snores from Thad, he sighed, "Nevermind." And hung up.

Blaine kept on reading Kurt's notes. Some of them had the date as a title; it was like a book he just had to keep reading to find out what happens next. He dialed another number.

"Jeff, Blaine here. Are you awake?"

"I-I guess. What's up?"

"Alright so I'm reading what Kurt has written here on his phone." Blaine started.

"Uh-huh."

"And he keeps talking about a secret and how he isn't being himself? Wha—I don't know he seems really confused."

"Ok…" Jeff didn't understand why they were talking, "So…what are you going to do?"

"That's the thing, I don't know! But I'm scared, I mean…why would someone hate on Kurt like this…on anyone? No one should feel like this. A-and then there's this thing about an escape? I don't know, what if they're drugs? What if Kurt is on drugs?"

"Dude, chill! You know what you should do?"

"What?" Blaine's voice was full of hope.

"Sleep." Jeff hung up.

Maybe he was right, he did feel tired. He looked at the time, it was five already? No wonder his eyelids were feeling heavy now. He was about take off his glasses and let it rest when he spotted something else.

He checked his contacts, there was still one number he hadn't dialed yet.

"Don't. Even. Try. It."

"David?"

"If you don't hang up at the count of three I'm gonna go to your house, take up your suspiciously amount of gel, fill your tub with it and drown you in it with your bowties." Blaine laughed at first. "One."

"But Kurt-!"

"Two."

"Nice talking to you gotta go, bye!"

Well he didn't need to threaten him too. Now that he had a theory he couldn't just go back to sleep, not when he knew there was something he could do, even if he didn't know what yet. He apologized to this next friend because he would bother him again but…it was necessary, for Kurt.

"Blaine, I'm begging you—"

Blaine didn't let him finish, "I need your help, Jeff."

"If I do this will you let me go back to sleep?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry it's just this one tiny thing."

"Ok," there was a yawn on the other line, "What is it?"

"I need you to come over here."