Cleithrophobia

Kurt tapped his fingers impatiently against the table, waiting for Blaine to arrive to the lunch room. It really bothered him that they only had lunch and glee together, no other classes. Eventually though, the familiar curly haired head was in sight. Upon seeing Kurt, Blaine sat down, next to him, rather than across like they usually did. Blaine playfully bumped Kurt's shoulder, who automatically sat up straighter.

"I see you made it home alive," Kurt said conversationally. Blaine snorted, pulling out a container of blueberries, placing it between the two, indicating that Kurt could have some.

"Barely. I got home, and then suffered the full out wrath of my mother." Kurt winced sympethetically, popping a blueberry in his mouth.

"I'm guessing that would be the reason why I never got a text back from you, assuring your overall well being of getting home alive." Blaine's head shot up, looking at Kurt.

"You texted me?" Kurt nodded, and Blaine sighed. "Yeah, she took my phone. I'm also grounded, which was a rather stupid move because she and dad are both gone on a business trip the week." Blaine rolled his eyes dramatically.

"So what happened?" Blaine gave a half shrug, only raising one shoulder.

"What you would expect, most likely. Walked in the house all ninja like, and she still catches me. After screaming my full name loud enough I'm certain the neighbors heard, she started ranting about how I left unexpectingly, blah, blah, blah, and it ends with her getting furious that me and my brother started quoting Harry Potter."

"Wait," Kurt held up a hand, quieting Blaine. "You are getting yelled at by your parent, and you quote Harry Potter?"

"Naturally!" Blaine said, looking at Kurt as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It was too perfect timing. She said, 'no note, care gone!' so then I proceeded with, 'you could've died! You could've been seen!' and then Cooper comes in running, saying, 'they were starving him mum, they put bars on his windows!'" Kurt marveled how Blaine told stories. His arms were flying around, dramatizing the whole thing even more, and his voice pitched different octaves depending on who's perspective he was talking from.

"Still Blaine, I doubt it helped the whole situation."

"What would you rather have me quote? Charles Dickens?" Blaine moved his hand to Kurt's cheek, moving his face so he was looking at Blaine. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, mom." Blaine said earnestly, staring into Kurt's eyes. No matter the amount of seriousness that was in Blaine's voice, Kurt could see the laughter in the caramel eyes.

"She might of understood it better than," Kurt said, cracking a smile.

"Whatever." Blaine dropped his hand, smiling back.

"So," Kurt said, turning away, hoping he wasn't blushing too much. "You have a brother?"

"Yeah," Blaine responded, and Kurt could still feel the other boy's eyes on his face. "Cooper. He's a lot older than me though."

"By how much?"

"Well, he's engaged, if that counts for anything." Kurt paused, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion.

"If he's engaged, why is he still living with you?"

"He's not," Blaine shrugged. "He's going to school in Florida, and when we moved, he came to visit for a bit. He claims the guest room as his, but its not." Blaine rolled his eyes again.

"Ah," was all Kurt seemed to be able to say. They sat in a comfortable silence for a bit, before Blaine started squirming and biting his lip.

"So, um, I'm starting to remember some of the things that happened, uh, that day." He said, avoiding Kurt's eyes.

"Really?" Kurt asked, knowing which day exactly Blaine was referring to.

"Yeah, and, Kurt? I don't think this," he gestured to the two of them with his hand, "is going to work out."

Kurt's breath hitched. He could feel his face pale even though his heart was racing with the edge of panic. Blaine wasn't pushing him away, was he?
"Blaine-" Kurt started, trying to not sound scared.

"I'm sorry Kurt, but," Blaine seemed to choke a bit, but covered it quickly with a cough. "I made a pact with a friend back in California and…"

So that was it. Blaine had someone waiting for him in California. Someone who was waiting for him to get better and return into his arms.

"Well, let's just say we decided to not be associated with anybody with criminal records." Blaine looked right at him then, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Criminal records? What-" That's when it dawned on Kurt. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at Blaine. "I hate you." But Blaine had doubled over laughing, not able to hear him.

"Man," Blaine choked out, wiping his eyes. "That was a better reaction than I was hoping for!"

"I hate you, Anderson!" Kurt said, hitting the back of Blaine's shoulder. "I thought you were being serious!"

"I am! I wont date someone with a criminal record. Even if it was simply breaking into a school to look up the new kid."

"Shut up." Kurt mumbled, burying his face in his hands. "I was forced into it."

"Uh – huh." Blaine said smugly. "Don't lie to me Kurt. I was just so fascinating and mysterious that you just had to look me up."

"Again, forced into it!" Kurt shouted through his hands.

They continued like that for the rest of lunch, Blaine poking fun at Kurt, letting his porcelain skin grow redder around the cheeks by the minuet.

Lunch ended, and the rest of the day was a blur of lectures, light buzzes, and the constant ERT warning.

Kurt and Blaine met up later, outside of the school. Rachel joined them shortly afterwards, the trio waiting for Finn to pick them up and drag them off to glee club. The car ride was simple, no drama or tension, until they got to the school.

"What is it?" Kurt asked, leaning over the shoulder of his brother to see why he had suddenly tensed up. That's when he saw it, three letterman jackets, right in front of the entrance of Orville.

"Who is it?" Rachel whispered, Blaine, oblivious to what was going on, stayed in the back seat, confusion crossing his features.

"Azmino, Kurofsky, and some other dude." Finn said in disgust. He turned his head to Kurt, searching for his thoughts. "Your call dude."

"Let's go in." Kurt said boredly, "I'm not going to let three morons ruin glee practice today." Kurt slid out of the car with angel like grace, walking towards the school with his head high. Finn sighed, following his suit. Blaine, still clueless, ran up to catch up to Kurt's step.

"Stay close to me," Kurt whispered when Blaine caught up. "And don't make eye contact."

"Why-" Blaine started, then froze. The three letterman jackets, despite who was wearing them, gave off some type of omen. Blaine imagined that just the jackets alone were able to gave off the same warnings and fear that the Nazi symbol might have given off. As they got closer, Blaine did as he was told, stepping closer to Kurt and keeping his eyes downcast.

"Hey fag," the big one with light brown hair hissed as they walked by. Blaine froze, forgetting all of Kurt's advice. Did that guy really just…?

"Excuse me?" He snapped, whipping around to face the three. He saw Kurt stop out of the corner of his eye, no doubly looking at Blaine.

"Problem midget?" One of them asked, smirking at Blaine.

"Yeah," Blaine straightened up, ignoring Kurt's attempts of getting his attention. "What did you just call him?"

"Do you mean fa-" Blaine didn't let him finish though, he ran forward, slamming his palms in the football players chest, causing him to stumble a bit.

"Blaine!"

"Don't you dare call him that! Or anyone that for that matter!" Blaine could feel his pulse beating, anger leaking through his pours. It only got worse as they all laughed.

"Lookie here boys! Hummel has gotten himself a little-"

"Shut up!" Blaine clenched his hands by his sides, wanting nothing more than to punch the idiots before him.

"Ooh." They mocked, pretending to be frightened. "We're defiantly scared of a homo who has to go for a school because he's afraid of everything he sees." Blaine would've launched forward, ripping their throats out, if a voice behind them didn't speak up first.

"You should be, Kurofsky." A girl with dark hair came from behind the football players, and Blaine recognized her, what was he name again? Santana?

Santana walked in front of Blaine, her arms crossed. Blaine felt something tugging at his arm, and he looked to see Kurt pulling him away.

"You see, I'm afraid of being lonely. And sometimes, over the weekend, me and my razors get lonely." She walked up to their faces, and it was clear that the lettermen were actually scared of her. "And then we like to go visit people." She whispered menacingly. The football players snarled.

"We'll be back." They then turned their backs, walking away. Santana smirked triumphantly.

"What the hell was that?" Blaine asked, looking at Kurt.

"Blaine," Kurt said, he eyes pained. "This is Ohio."

"So?" He snapped, angry.

"So," Santana drawled, looking at her fingernails. "People aren't as accepting here as in California."

"But that's wrong!" He yelled, "they can't just go around talking to people like that-"

"But they do, Blaine. And there's nothing we can really do about it. Come on," Kurt shrugged, annoyingly calm about the whole situation. "We're late for glee." They walked to the choir room in silence, Blaine still fuming. It took a while for Kurt to get Blaine to calm down, and once he did, the lesson was already over.

They were walking back out to the car when Blaine abruptly stopped in the middle of the hallway.

"Something wrong?" Kurt asked, turning half his body back.

"No, just left my jacket in the choir room." Blaine made a move to go back at get it, but Kurt put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

"I'll get it. I know the school layout better." Blaine looked at him skeptically.

"You sure?"

"It's really no trouble Blaine. I'll meet you in the car in a minute." Kurt quickly pressed his lips against Blaine's forehead, walking off and leaving a flustered Blaine behind.

Kurt got to the choir room, eyes immediately raking over to the chair Blaine was sitting at today. And sure enough, there laid his dark blue jacket, draped over the seat. He walked forward, snatching it up, and walking back out. The hallway was deserted, the only sounds coming from Kurt's shoes. Slightly freaked out from the silence, Kurt picked up the pace, but he wasn't fast enough. A pair of hands shot out from a door as Kurt turned a corner, he screamed, but a hand clamping over his mouth muffled the sound.

He was shoved into the closet, and tripping over his own feet, fell to the ground. The person ripped his bag and jacket from his grasp, hot breath resting by his ear.

"You should've done the world a favor," Kurt recognized the voice as Kurofsky. "And just have stayed in the closet." It was dark, but Kurt could see the outline of Dave reach up, crushing the light blub in the room, Kurt flinched and covered his eyes as glass fell onto his head. Dave stormed out, slamming the door behind him, and screwing up the door handle on the outside, locking Kurt in. Kurt stood up, trying to push the door open with no avail. The room was small and dark, and the amount of oxygen reaching his lungs became steadily less. Kurt turned his head frantically, red eyes popping out from the darkest corners, Kurt reached for his pocket, only to realize he didn't have his phone and his flashlight was in his bag. Kurt gripped his hair, ignoring the glass scratching his knuckles, and let out a gruesome scream as the darkness engulfed him.

A/N: If you haven't noticed, I really don't like Kurofsky.

And I keep leaving you guys on horrible cliff hangers, don't I?

I'd like to apologize for the later updates, I'm hitting a wave of depression and a constant feel of loneliness, so it's kind of hard to write.

As for other matters, last chapter most of you fellers voted for 'B' (for Blaine :) ) and so, here it is!

'"Blaine?" Kurt swiveled the chair around, concerned when Blaine had only answered his question in silence. He was welcomed with the sight of a wide eyed Blaine, whose hands were clutching at his throat, face slowly starting to turn purple. "Blaine!"'