The next morning, Kurt woke up and got ready for school. He didn't really think much about routine seeing as his thoughts were all on Blaine and how he was able to come out to Kurt's dad so easily last night. Kurt was shocked at how well his dad took the news and wondered what it would be like if he came out. He grabbed a quick breakfast on the way out the door and drove to school. He realized he would have to get his homework from someone because, technically, he and Blaine had skipped the entire previous day. Kurt made his way through the parking lot and sat in his car for a moment after parking. He took a deep breath and got out of the car, scanning the lot for Blaine. He spotted him waiting in his car at the other end of the lot and smiled to himself as he made his way over to the car.

He knocked on the window, causing Blaine to jump. At the sight of Kurt, Blaine smiled and got out of his car with a quick hello. Kurt greeted hello back and the they walked into the school together. When they made their way in through the main entrance, they noticed that the students all turned to stare at them. Kurt looked a little nervous, as did Blaine, but seeing as they had to get to class soon, they had to part ways to go to their lockers.

Kurt said a quick goodbye to Blaine and went to get his books for his first class. As he reached his locker, he noticed something was written on it. Someone had taken a permanent market and written 'FAG' in large block letters across it. Kurt froze. Was this all because he saved Blaine from the slushy the other day?

Or did they actually know? The only person he had ever come out to was Mercedes and he didn't think that she would have outed him... Would she? Kurt looked around frantically as the students near him started to point and laugh. He spotted Mercedes standing at the end of the hall and when she met his eyes, she turned and walked the other way. He couldn't believe her. Did she tell someone? Didn't she know that you don't out someone? True, he had been stringing her, along in a way, but he really had only accepted that he was gay a little while ago. This was all happening too fast. Kurt took off after Mercedes, ready to confront her and demand to know if she had told anyone. As he ran after her, he missed Blaine coming to find him at his locker and gasping at the sight on public display. Blaine felt horribly responsible. He figured it must have been his fault for hanging around Kurt so much. Hanging his head, Blaine walked off in the other direction.

Kurt raced through the halls trying to find where Mercedes had disappeared to. On the way, he ran into Puck. The jock didn't say anything to him, just glared. Kurt looked at his friend curiously, but Puck just shook his head in disgust and breezed past him in the other direction. Kurt held back tears as he tried to ignore Puck and continued his journey to find Mercedes instead.

Everywhere he went, everyone was still laughing, whispering and Kurt felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest it was thumping so hard. He wanted to be sick. He wanted to laugh it off and tell Puck that Mercedes was on something. Then he would make out with Brittany. Every guy who was straight did that. His mind raced with a million different ways to make this better, but they all ended with lies. His father had told him once, that his real friends wouldn't care, that they'd care about him and be his friend no matter what. Looking around, it became clear last that he had no real friends here. Turning on his heel, he went to leave the school. He couldn't be here today. He'd tell the nurse he had was the flu or something.

And then it hit. Once, twice, three times... he lost track. Ice bath, after ice bath came at him in a rainbow of colors and flavors. "Fag's on Ice! You people love a good show, right Hummel?" Azimio asked, high fiving the whole starting line up of the football team. Kurt was lost under all of the slushies and the whole hallway had lost it with laughter, camera phones out, flashes everywhere. Blaine came flying around the corner, frozen in his spot when he saw Kurt.

"Kurt!" But the thinner boy flew past him, sobbing as he slipped and slid down the hall, making his way to the door and outside. He was freezing and it had also been really cold outside that morning. It wasn't the best combination, he decided. Blaine followed, trying to stop him.

"Kurt- STOP!"

Kurt would have kept going had it not been for Mercedes stepping in front of him, a slightly guilty look on her face. Kurt knew it. She had told everyone. He promptly turned away from her, but found out he was now cornered by Blaine. "Kurt, I'm so sorry this is all my fault-"

"Blaine, stop," Kurt silenced him, "This is not your fault at all. Mercedes, on the other hand..."

"Kurt, I am so sorry. I was angry and upset and when I was at Cheerios practice, Santana was helping me feel better and it just kind of slipped out."

"Just kind of slipped out?" He repeated loudly.

"What are you talking abo-" Blaine tried to get caught up but once again cut off, but by Mercedes this time.

"Well no, I guess not. I honestly didn't mean to tell anyone, but once Santana knew... You know how she is." Kurt sighed. He understood Mercedes a little bit, but could still feel the cold sting of the slushies against his face and wasn't ready to forgive her yet.

"Just go." Kurt looked at the ground. Mercedes nodded and headed back inside. She knew that if Kurt wanted to forgive her, he would let her know.

"Kurt," Blaine started softly, "What's going on?" Kurt tilted his head up to the sky, willing his tears to stop falling.

"Mercedes and I didn't break up without a reason," he admitted, choking on his words. Kurt could either tell him now or have him find out from the whispered rumors in the hallway. "We broke up because I told her..." He broke off, trying to gain the courage to continue.

"Told her what?"

"I told her, that I was gay. I'm gay, Blaine." Kurt could feel new, hot tears rolling down his face but didn't bother wiping them away because getting slushie in his eye would only make him cry even worse. "I know you probably hate me now, so I'm just going to get a hold of my dad and have him phone me in sick," he turned, but Blaine grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Kurt, that doesn't make sense at all; why on earth would I hate you?" Kurt shrugged

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because I passivly stood by and let those jocks I hung out with throw you into dumpsters and slushy you." Kurt sobbed, "I let all those things happen and I never stepped in. I never stood up for you because I was too worried about those things happening to me, and what would happen if they found out I was gay. I was selfish, Blaine, that's why you have every right to hate me!"

"Kurt.. no. I don't hate you." Blaine sighed, "You did more for me than anyone else at this school has done. You were a friend to me when I needed it most. I understand why you were afraid to stand up to those guys. I understand your fears, Kurt."

Kurt sniffled, "Blaine.. I don't deserve to be forgiven. I tried to be a good friend, but I was a lousy. You deserve better."

Blaine nudged Kurt's chin up so they were looking at each other, "If you haven't noticed, Kurt, nobody else around this place is really willing to be my friend. We can get through this together, okay?"

Kurt nodded, tears still falling from his eyes. "I'm scared, Blaine." He whispered.

"I know." Blaine comforted, "What do you say we get you cleaned up a bit?"

Blaine pulled Kurt towards the boys' bathroom. He wiped some of the excess slushy off the other boy with a moist paper towel, bringing his thumb to his lips to clean off a stray chunk of slushy.
Once most of the slushy was wiped off the boy's skin, Blaine ran to his locker to get the spare shirt he started keeping there. He helped Kurt pry the drying, sticky shirt off and handed over the clean one. "I'd say you're good as new, but I know that's not possible until a few showers later." Blaine smirked, hoping to bring a little humor to a horrible situation.

Neither of them really had it in them to sit through the rest of the day at school surrounded by bullies, so Kurt texted his father to call him and Blaine out for the rest of the day, telling him he'd explain later.

Burt arrived home from work to find the two boys fast asleep on the living room floor. He just shook his head, he knew that Blaine had had it rough these past couple of days at school, and he suspected that another incident had occurred today draining the poor boys.

When Blaine woke up, he felt extremely disoriented. It was dark and the he couldn't see where he was. He tried feeling around him and jumped when his hand landed on a lump. He laughed, remembering that he had come home with Kurt and they were watching TV on the floor. I guess we fell asleep, he thought, I should wake him up and have him take me back home. Oh but look, he has a genuine smile on his face for the first time since I've met him. I can't do it.

Kurt stirred, feeling eyes on him. He opened his own and saw a dark figure lying next to him, looking at him. His heart started to race before he remembered that he and Blaine had been on the floor together.

"Hey, you." He smiled.

"Hey. How'd you sleep?" Blaine smiled. Kurt couldn't see it, sure, but he could hear it in the boys voice.

"Like a rock. I guess post-slushying showers do wonders to knock a guy out." He sat up and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. "What time is it?" Blaine pulled out his phone.

"Oh shit, its 9:30. Shit, Kurt, I have to go. Can you please take me home, now?" Blaine shot up from the floor, almost falling back down tripping over his shoes. "Kurt, please, I really need to get home!" Kurt hurried to get up from the floor and put his shoes on.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm going." He apologized, not really knowing why. He grabbed his keys and followed Blaine out the door. Kurt rushed outside with Blaine and drove him home as fast as possible. When they arrived at his house, Blaine paused for a second in the car.

"Thanks for driving me home Kurt. But I really have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow? It will be okay, but I don't think we can keep skipping all these classes." Blaine said.

Kurt chuckled lightly. "I know. Have to face them all at some point, right?" Blaine smiled, too and stepped out of the car. As soon as he made it to the driveway, the lights to the porch turned on and the door opened. A tall man stepped outside and started yelling. Kurt could see Blaine flinch and the man grabbed Blaine's arm and dragged him inside the house.

The man looked back to the car, glaring, and Kurt stared wide-eyed. The man must be Blaine's father or something. Kurt noticed him glaring and quickly drove away. The entire drive home, he wondered what Blaine's home life was like. He hoped Blaine wasn't in too much trouble for coming home so late.

Kurt parked the car and then realized how late it was. He left his home with Blaine at 9:30. Now it was clearly past his curfew and he knew his dad would be pissed. Kurt crept back into the house, hoping his dad wouldn't notice. But he couldn't be that lucky. His dad was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and stared at Kurt when he came inside.

"Kurt," Burt said.

Kurt winced. "I can explain!"

Burt got up. "Look. I understand this Blaine kid is going through a rough time. But you have missed two days of school now for this kid. And now you're home past curfew. This isn't like you, Kurt. I don't think I like this Blaine kid's influence on you," Burt said.

"No, Dad, it's nothing like that," Kurt exclaimed and added, "Blaine is helping me, too."

"Really? What is this kid doing, besides sleeping on my living room floor?"

"He..." Kurt trailed off. He didn't really know what to say. Could he tell his dad? He really wanted to, this would be a great moment. Mercedes now knew, as did Blaine. Technically, the whole school knew if only because of Mercedes' big mouth. He could probably deny that rumour and go back in the closet, but that would be lying to himself.

And that was killing him every day.

Burt started to yell. "Kurt! Look, I want the best for you. And right now, I think you're making some mistakes."

"Mistakes? Helping someone out is a mistake?" Kurt threw his hands up in the air. He was getting a little angry at this point.

"That's not what I meant," Burt said.

"Then what did you mean, dad?" Kurt asked.

"I just want to know why it's so important you help this kid out?" Burt questioned.

"Because I'm gay too!" Kurt's eyes widened and he covered his mouth in shock. He couldn't believe he just said that. He looked up to his dad for his reaction, feeling extremely scared now.

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