Kurt immediately placed a hand on Blaine's shoulder and gently pulled him forward so he was inside. "Blaine," He began as he closed the door behind him. "Blaine, what's wrong?"

Kurt walked back around so he was once again in front of Blaine and waited for an answer.

"I got back to my dorm Sunday evening," He replied, taking in a shaky breath. "Everything was fine. I hung out with some guys and went to bed pretty early-" He knew this information was pointless, but right now he didn't really have a filter. "Then the next morning I was called into the Dean's office and he told me that my parents had taken me out of Dalton. I had the rest of the day to pack my things and leave."

"Oh my God, Blaine, I'm so sorry. How could he just kick you out like that?"

"He didn't, my parents did. He thought we were moving or something."

Kurt went to reply when Burt called to him from the kitchen. "Kurt, tell whoever's at the door that it's dinner time!"

"It's Blaine, Dad!" Kurt called back.

In just a matter of seconds, Burt, Carole and Finn had appeared in the living room. Carole took one look at Blaine's puffy, red eyes- which were currently staring down at his feet- and walked over to him, giving him a hug. "Honey, what happened?" She asked, leading him to the couch and sitting beside him.

"His parents took him out of Dalton," Kurt replied for him, knowing he probably didn't want to tell the whole story over again.

"I drove around all day," Blaine chimed in, his voice shaky, as though he were on the verge of tears. "I- I… I'm sorry for disrupting dinner," He said. Kurt could tell he had changed what he originally planned to say.

"Oh, don't even think about that," Carole replied as she placed an hand on his back. "You didn't disrupt anything."

"I just- I never should have told them," Blaine stated. He put his head in his hands and leaned forward, hiding his face. "I should have just shut up and kept it to myself, but… but I thought it would make things better. I thought that maybe- that maybe that's why they never really talked to me before. Maybe it was because they could feel this wall between us and they knew I was hiding something. I thought that, after I told them, all of that would change and they would… they would love me."

Kurt, Burt and Finn all stood behind Carole and Blaine, just staring helplessly at him. From where he was, Kurt could see Blaine's bottom lip quivering. It made tears fill in his eyes.

Carole wrapped Blaine into a big hug which, after a moment, he returned, holding on tight. It was as though he had never been comforted this way before.

Burt's hands were wound tight into fists as he tried to control his anger. He thought about going over to Kurt, demanding to know Blaine's address, going to the house, then telling his parents off and possibly punching his father… But, instead he walked up to Carole and Blaine. "Are your things in your car, Blaine?" He asked gently.

Blaine nodded, neither him or Carole letting go of each other.

"Is the car unlocked?"

Another nod.

Burt backed away and motioned to Finn and Kurt. "Help me get his stuff, boys," He said quietly.

Kurt and Finn both quietly nodded and left out of the room, allowing Blaine and Carole to be alone.

Carole pulled back from Blaine after a moment and placed her hands on either side of his face, making him look at her. "Don't you worry about anything tonight, okay, Blaine? We'll figure this all out tomorrow. Tonight we'll just have dinner and get you situated in your room."

"You really don't have to let me stay here."

Carole dropped her hands and sighed. "Now I don't want to hear you say that again. You are staying here… whether you like it or not," She added with a smile.

Blaine smiled back, although it was a sad smile. "Thank you."

After taking Blaine's things up to the guest bedroom, Finn, Burt and Kurt came back downstairs. They all went to the table for dinner, which Blaine mostly just picked at, then decided to skip over a movie or games and get ready for bed.


By the time they had all finished their showers it was around eight thirty. Both Carole and Burt had had a long day at work and were very exhausted so they went to bed. Finn went to play video games, and Blaine said he was tired and would go to bed as well.

Kurt knew that he'd never be able to fall asleep at eight thirty, so he went to his room and got on his computer. After an hour of being on Facebook, which consisted mostly of looking at Blaine's page, Kurt got bored. He thought he heard a noise coming from the guest room, so he decided to take a chance and see if Blaine was awake.

He crept out of his room and walked the short distance to the guest bedroom. He listened for a moment with his head pressed up against the door. When he heard another small noise, he took that as his cue to knock.

He heard a whispered "come in" and opened the door.

Blaine was sitting on the floor, taking things out of one of his suitcases and placing them on the ground.

"Was I being too loud?" He asked, looking up at Kurt.

Kurt shook his head as he walked into the room and cracked the door behind him. "No, you're fine." 'In more ways than one,' He added to himself. "I just couldn't fall asleep this early and I was wondering if you were still awake."

"Oh… Well, I am," He replied, smiling.

"I see that." Kurt walked closer and saw a couple of stacks of clothes on the floor beside Blaine. "You know, we have a chest of drawers in here for that reason," He said, pointing to the clothes.

Blaine glanced at the clothes then looked back at Kurt. "Oh, I just… I was just looking for something."

"Mm," Kurt replied with a single nod, not wanting to sound too nosy by asking what it was that he was looking for. "Well, do you want to stop looking for a little bit and come to my room? There's more stuff to do in there and, since neither of us are tired, we could watch a movie or something?"

"I- I would like that," Blaine replied, realizing only afterward just how ridiculous and cheesy he sounded. He got up and followed Kurt back to his room, going quietly to make sure he didn't wake Burt or Carole up.

Kurt let Blaine into his room first. Once he turned around from shutting the door, he saw Blaine sitting down on the floor with his back resting against the foot of the bed.

Kurt laughed. "You can sit on the bed."

Blaine shrugged. "The floor is fine."

Kurt paused, then nodded. "The floor it is then," He replied, sitting down opposite of Blaine.

"Well, you can sit on your bed."

"Oh no. If you're flooring it then we're flooring it together."

Blaine smiled and shook his head. For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, then Kurt broke it. "Did you want to watch something, or get on the computer, or-"

"Can- Can we just talk?" Blaine asked. He didn't want to sound girly with the question- most guys didn't want to just sit and talk- but he really just wanted to hear more about Kurt.

"Of course," Kurt replied quickly… Too quickly for his own liking. Sounding overeager was not a good thing.

"Cool. So, um, what's your favorite subject in school?" 'Stupid question, Blaine. Stupid!'

Kurt just gave him a small half-smile before answering. "French… and glee club, but that's more of an extra thing. Yours?"

"History…" Blaine took a deep breath, "Kurt, can I ask you something personal?"

Kurt bit slightly at his bottom lip. "Uh, sure."

Blaine nodded. "You don't have to answer; I've just been wondering."

"Go ahead."

"You told me the other day that you knew what it was like to be cut down for being gay… and, when you first found me, you seemed to know how I was feeling… Maybe not completely, because your parents are amazing, but… Were you bullied?"

Kurt let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. "The more accurate question would be "Are you bullied?" and, yes, I am… Regularly."

"Oh, I- What do they do?"

"Push me into lockers, yell things as I pass by, slushy my face… Things like that. Being the only out kid at my school makes things a little less easy for me, but I don't want to hide who I am."

Blaine could tell there was more, but he didn't want to push. "You shouldn't have to go through that, Kurt. You're an amazing guy."

Kurt was slightly taken aback by that statement. "Th- Thank you… But, honestly it's nothing compared to what you've been through. I don't know what I'd to without the support of my parents."

Blaine laughed humorlessly. "My parents have never been supportive. They've never been anything, really. I grew up calling our Nanny "Mom" for fourteen years. It was our own little inside joke, even though she honestly was basically my mother. One day, Mom- my birth mom," He clarified, "-came home early. We didn't know she was there and I called Mrs. Fredrick "Mom." She fired her the next day. Anyway, my parents have always had their life and I've had mine. They never mixed. I'd go to their social events cause I had no choice, but other than that we lived to totally separate lives. That's why I thought coming out would be a good thing. I thought being honest with them would make us more of a family, but instead it tore us apart even more."

"You know that's not your fault, right? If they don't like the fact that you were being honest with them then that's their problem."

"The thing is, I'm pretty sure they always knew I was gay… It was just the fact that I admitted it."

"What do you mean?"

"As long I kept it to myself, they could live in their fake little world that I was the perfect son and they had a perfect life. Once I admitted it, they probably feared all their friends would find out and… and they couldn't pretend anymore."

"Being gay doesn't make you any less perfect," Kurt replied before he thought about what he was saying.

Blaine took in a deep breath, trying to hide the fact that he was surprised by what Kurt said.

They just stared at each other for a moment before Kurt cleared his throat and started on a new subject.


They stayed up all night, just talking. Around midnight, Kurt got up, grabbed some pillows from his bed, and sat back down on the floor as he gave one to Blaine. They never even thought of just moving to the bed. For some reason the floor was just more comfortable.

The talks were never too serious for the rest of the night. It was mostly funny childhood or recent stories, plus each one finding out a little more about what the other liked and disliked.

The only time they left the room was to sneak downstairs and get some drinks and food around one o'clock. The rest of the time, they just sat and talked- or, once two-thirty rolled around, laid and talked.

They ended up both dozing off around four o'clock. Blaine was laying by the foot of Kurt's bed and Kurt was across from him, closer to the door.


The next morning, Carole and Burt got up around the same time.

"I'm going to check on Blaine and make sure he's sleeping," She told Burt after she finished brushing her teeth and using the bathroom.

"Okay… What are we going to do with him, Carole? We can't send him back home. They don't even want him there!"

"We'll figure out something. I don't have to work today, so maybe I can take him into McKinley and get him signed up for school there."

Burt nodded. "I'll go with you to check on him," He said, following her out the door.

Carole reached the door and slowly opened it to find the room empty. She let out a deep breath. "He's gone again."

"What? What do you mean?" He reached around her and opened the door the rest of the way. "He left all of is stuff here. Why would he do that?"

"I don't know, but I better go tell, Kurt. He won't be very happy if I keep this from him until he gets up. He'll probably want to start a search party."

"Well so do I!" Burt replied. "That kid doesn't need to be alone right now! I swear, we've all told him a million times to be comfortable here."

Carole opened Kurt's door, but stopped before entering. She smiled and looked back at Burt, who was a few steps behind. "I don't think we have to worry about that," She whispered.

Burt's eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

She motioned for him to come forward.

He walked up to Kurt's door and looked inside, seeing the two sleeping figures on the floor. "Oh…" He said, now understanding what Carole meant. "Sh- Should I be worried about this?"

Carole laughed lightly, "No, honey, you shouldn't. They're on opposite sides of the floor; it's obvious they stayed up talking all night."

Burt had no idea how she knew that, but he figured it must be a girl thing.

"Come on," She said, shutting the door back. "Let's let them sleep a while longer."

As she walked down to the kitchen, Carole thought about how cute they looked lying there. They looked… peaceful, and she was happy they had each other. Although she'd never tell Burt, she thought they would look adorable as a couple. Even if the two boys didn't see it themselves, she knew there was a reason they found each other. She just hoped they'd eventually realize it as well.


Thank you guys so much for the reviews! I love feedback just as much as I love the fact that Kurt and Blaine lived together in the Christmas special on Glee... Although I hate the fact that they cut the box scene! UGH!

Anyway, please review and let me know what you thought of chapter 7!