"How are you doing?" The voice asked as Kurt slowly got out of his SUV.

"Horribly. Shitty. Lousy. Confused." Kurt slammed the car door shut.

"Or E, all of the above." Dave tried to make Kurt laugh but it didn't work. It kind of made him sadder.

"You know Blaine has that same kind of wit. It's one of the things I love, loved about him." Kurt rested his Gucci satchel on his shoulder before making his way towards the building.

"Look I'm sorry about everything that's going on with him. I kind of think you need a friend now. One who will listen…" Dave was now walking next to Kurt, trying to get him to slow down.

"Are you implying Rachel is a bad listener?" Kurt asked as he stormed through the halls of McKinley.

"I'm just saying she wouldn't get it…Look give me a chance Kurt. I'm not trying to get with you. I just want a chance. To really be friends…"

Kurt stopped and looked at Dave. "Fine. Breadsticks. 7'o clock. Don't be late."

"7 it is." Dave smiled before walking to his class.

What have I gotten myself into? Kurt wondered as he regretfully walked into third period English.

Kurt checked his watch. It was 7, and like clockwork Dave was there, working his way through the crowd to the booth that Kurt was placed at. Kurt sat up as Dave sat down.

"Hi." He said sitting down across from Kurt.

"Hi Dave." He replied as he played with his straw in his coke.

"So…are you willing to talk about this or not? I want to help Kurt but you're ostracizing me right now. And it isn't fair. I'm just trying to be a friend." Dave slipped the napkin from under his silverware and gave Kurt a stern look.

"David. It's not that easy or simple. And I don't think it's my place to tell people what's going on with Blaine but—"

He had already said too much. "So besides the fact that he hasn't called, there's a reason why he's so distant. Reasons you're pretty sure of you just don't have the balls to admit it to yourself."

"It's not like that David. It's complicated. And I'm pretty sure things are complicated for a lot of people…but the way the Anderson's handle their complications is a lot different than how most people do. And I don't understand why Anderson's can't be like every godforsaken family in this damn state. Why do things have to be different in that house? In the house of the man that I'm pretty sure I'd give my life for. Why does it have to be him? That house. I just can't wrap my head around-"

Kurt was talking so fast and David could hardly keep up. "Kurt. Slow. Or I can't help you."

"You know I only trust you with this because, indirectly you dealt with the same issue…" Kurt looked at David. After the incident Kurt had been a lot sweeter and a lot more patient when it came to David Karofsky.

David nodded and took a sip of his coke. "Yes Kurt. Even though I'm not necessarily sure where this is going. I just heard a lot of rambling about the Anderson house. I think it's best if you start from the beginning. If you don't mind."

"Fine." Kurt stated. "I began noticing a difference in Blaine about a week after our first time…"

"Blaine!"
"Kurt!"
"I've missed you."
"I've missed you too."
"Can you come over?"
"I'll have to check my calendar. You know us Blaine Andersons are very busy people."
"Blaine there's no time for joking. My dad and Carole are out campaigning. Which means I have the house to myself…"
"Oh I know see why this is no joking matter."
"Please come. I need to see you…all of you…"
"I'm on my way."
"I love you."
"I love you too."

Blaine arrived at the Hummel house around 8:15, they were in Kurt's bedroom by 8:16. Their lips were practically glued to each others, and as anxious as Kurt was he tried not to hurry Blaine. Blaine's lips then began to trickle down Kurt's neck so, as any horny 18 year old male would do, he slowly slipped his hand up Blaine's shirt, that was until Blaine released a sharp wincing noise.

"Did I hurt you?" Kurt asked as his body shot up with the pain.

"o-oh no. Tripped over my backpack today. Think I might have bruised my stomach. I'm such a klutz. But Kurt…I'm not in the mood for sex tonight. Just us together is enough, okay?"

Kurt nodded. "Yes love…"

After that night it was like Blaine was never in the mood and Kurt was unable to slide his hand up Blaine's shirts. One evening Blaine's secret was going to be leaked.

The night earlier Blaine had left Kurt's house frantically, like a chicken who had lost their head. Kurt didn't understand why but he was determined to find out.

"Blaine. Why'd you leave in such a hurry last night?" Kurt asked. "Was it something I said?"

"It was nothing you said. Or did. I just had to get home. Curfew." Blaine sat down on the couch and opened his can of coke before taking a large swig from the tin can.

"It was 8:30…"

"You know my house is a hike from here." Blaine said sitting up.

"Your curfew is 11. Blaine what's going on?"

"There's nothing going on Kurt."

"Take off your sweater…" Kurt said forwardly.

"Kurt you know your demanding ways aren't going to get me to have se—" Blaine was cut off.

"Blaine. Take off your sweater!" Kurt was enraged.

"Kurt…I-I can't…" Blaine realized he wasn't looking for sex.

Tears were now streaming from Kurt's blue eyes. "I saw you in the nurse's office today. Getting an icepack. Did you trip over another backpack?" Kurt's sarcasm stung Blaine as it always did.

"Kurt…I'm just a clumsy person…" Blaine resituated himself on the couch, his eyes not looking back into Kurt's.

"Who is hurting you Blaine…"

"No one is hur—"

"Who is hurting you!" Kurt was sobbing, his vision hazed by the tears that flooded from his eyes.

"My dad…" Blaine finally uttered.

"You see David. His father is abusing him. His dad is the one who pushed him down the stairs. He didn't fall. He's not a klutz he just wants everyone to think he is so his dad doesn't get a bad rep."

"Wow…" David took a bit of his dinner. "This is heavy…"

"Tell me about it." Kurt moved his pasta around with his fork.

"You have to tell someone…"

"I just did. I told you didn't I?"

"I mean an adult…like your dad…" a serious expression slid onto David's face.

"I promised I wouldn't tell…"

"You have to…Before it's too late…"

Kurt opened the front door and he saw his father sitting on the couch next to Carole. Kurt's eyes began to water, and his lip began to quiver. "Dad…there's something I have to tell you…"