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Last chapter, when Carole asked Blaine why he transferred, it should have said 'Dalton' instead of 'McKinley', my bad lol. Though nobody commented, so either you're all too polite or you didn't notice.

Also, this chapter is kinda 'filler' but it's necessary filler, if that makes sense : / meh, whatever, here it is…

Chapter 21

The drive back to Dalton Academy felt unbearably lonely to Kurt. He had Blaine's weekend bag in the backseat of his car, but what he really wanted was to have the boy sitting beside him in the passenger seat. Of course, that wasn't an option. Blaine was safe and sound at home with his parents. Although Kurt understood that was the best thing for Blaine right now, he hated being apart from his boyfriend.

After getting home from the hospital, Kurt had launched himself at a startled Finn. He only managed a few hits before his dad pulled him off but those three simple punches made him feel so much better for a short time. For the remainder of his visit home in Lima, Finn had been doing all he could to make things up to Kurt. Kurt had responded by giving him the silent treatment all weekend. He'd make things up with his step-brother next time he returned home.

Arriving back to school, Kurt parked his car and stepped out of his vehicle. As he was pulling his bags out from the car, Jake came jogging over to him to help. He handed Jake the two bags belonging to himself and pulled Blaine's bag onto his own shoulder.

"Shit," Jake swore when he saw that Kurt had returned alone. "Your dad really did murder Blaine."

"Shut up." Kurt glared and Jake's teasing smile instantly faded.

"I'm sorry." He apologised. "I was just… where's Blaine?"

"He'll be staying at home for a couple of weeks." Kurt replied in a tone of voice that warned his roommate not to ask questions.

"Ok." Jake mumbled obviously uncomfortable. "Right well, let's get inside."

Nodding half-heartedly, Kurt followed Jake up to the building and to their shared dorm room. Normally, Jake would be the type to just throw Kurt's bags haphazardly on the floor, but that day he gently placed them on Kurt's bed with care.

"Do you need to talk?" Jake asked softly. "I'm always here to listen."

"Thank you, Jake." Kurt responded quietly, still clutching hold of Blaine's bag. "I appreciate it."

"I don't like seeing you sad." Jake told him. "Tell me how I can cheer you up a little. Do you need funny idiot Jake, or semi-smart sensible Jake, sensitive and charming, nerdy, flirty?"

"Just be yourself." Kurt replied. "And give me a hug?" He asked.

The sandy-haired boy pulled the countertenor into his arms, lightly rubbing his back. Kurt rested his chin on Jake's shoulder, staring out at a mark on the wall, one Jake had made when he kicked a football inside the room despite Kurt warning him against it.

"Is this good?" Jake asked still patting Kurt's back. "Am I doing it right? Is this helping?"

"Not really." Kurt admitted. "But thank you for trying, I'm most grateful."

They pulled apart and Jake shook up the back of his hair with his hand as he slumped onto his bed. Kurt remained standing as he fished the key to Blaine's room out of his boyfriend's bag. He twirled the keys around his fingers and Jake's eyes hooked on to the spinning motion.

"You can wash my hair." Jake offered in an attempt to restore the light back to Kurt's eyes. "I'll even let you use a… comb." He whispered the word as if he was mentioning a dirty sordid secret.

Under ordinary circumstances, Kurt would have jumped at such an opportunity with a delighted gleam in his eye. Now, he simply shook his head with a barely there smile before walking towards the door.

"I'm going to Blaine's room." Kurt informed the boy on the bed. "I don't know how long I'll be so don't wait up."

Head down low, Kurt walked through the corridor. A few boys walking by said 'hello's' to him but he barely acknowledged their existence as he moved to Blaine's room. Fitting the key in the lock, he pushed down on the handle and stepped inside. He turned on the light and placed the bag on the bed. Crossing to Blaine's C.D player, he put some music on before carefully packing Blaine's things away.

The last item he pulled out of the bag was a plain long-sleeved black baggy sweater. He pulled the article of clothing over his head before slipping under Blaine's quilt cover, burying his face in the pillow. It smelled like treacle tart and Blaine's favoured cologne. Closing his eyes, Kurt rolled onto his back trying to convince himself that two weeks without Blaine would fly by.

Hearing the door open, Kurt looked over to see David stepping inside, Wes right behind him. He sat up on the bed as they closed the door.

"I told him to knock first." Wes said apologetically. "He didn't listen."

"It's ok." Kurt replied looking between the two.

"How badly did he mangle his arm up?" David asked and Kurt winced as he heard David's unintentional bluntness.

"David." Wes reprimanded. "Try to be sensitive, please just try."

"Sorry." David replied meekly with his eyes on the floor. "I can't help it. When I'm emotional about something I don't really think about what I say first."

"It's ok." Kurt repeated. "And Blaine… I don't know how bad the scarring will be. There was a lot of… blood. His wounds were pretty deep."

"Why did he slice his arm up in the first place?" David asked.

"David, sensitivity, remember." Wes told him as the two joined Kurt on the bed.

"Sorry." David mumbled hanging his head in shame. "But I need to know. I thought… I thought we'd helped him stop that self-harming shit. I just, I need to know why he did it."

"I'm not entirely sure I can give an accurate answer." Kurt responded. "We were eating dinner with my family. It wasn't exactly the easiest of atmospheres. My dad and Finn were interrogating him, intimidating him and making him stressed and nervous. I tried to get them to stop. So did 'Cedes and Carole but Finn just wouldn't keep his mouth shut."

"What did he say?" Wes asked not looking pleased.

"Carole tried to break the tension by asking Blaine why he transferred to Dalton." Kurt explained. "Obviously that was the wrong question to ask."

"Brought up all the bad memories." Wes guessed.

"Blaine said something about his parents sending him to Dalton because this school offered greater opportunities." Kurt told the other two who were sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed while he himself sat against the headboard with his legs outstretched. "Finn got offended and accused Blaine of thinking he was too good for a public school lifestyle. He spouted some more about Blaine being stuck-up and such. Carole tried to apologise for his poor behaviour, my dad yelled at Finn for it but… the damage was done. I don't really know what it was that caused Blaine to relapse. He asked to use the restroom and he headed upstairs."

"So what exactly happened?" David asked, his hand finding Wes' and their fingers locking together.

"I followed him after a few minutes to check he was ok." Kurt answered. "I only wish now that I'd gone sooner, right away."

"Yeah, you could have stopped him if you had." David pointed out without thinking how awful that sounded. "I mean… it isn't your fault, Kurt."

"Please continue, Kurt." Wes encouraged after shaking his head at David.

"The door was locked." Kurt told them. "I called out to him but he didn't answer me. Then I heard a thud. I tried forcing the door open but I wasn't strong enough. I yelled for my dad and he shouldered it open. Blaine was on the floor, a pair of nail scissors in his hand and a new selection of cuts on his arm. There was so much blood."

"How did the Anderson's take it?" Wes asked.

"His mum freaked out." Kurt said. "She went into a state of denial. She was so frantic the nurses had to lead her away."

"Yeah, she doesn't really cope well during a crisis." David nodded. "One time, I was at Blaine's and she almost had a nervous break down because she burnt the toast."

"Mr. Anderson handled the situation a lot better." Kurt said as he pulled his knees up to his chest and locked his arms around his legs. "He talked to Blaine about the option of therapy but Blaine didn't want that."

"Who would want that?" David asked. "If you get therapy people automatically label you as crazy. Nobody wants that."

"How long is he staying home for?" Wes questioned. "I spoke to him a little on the phone but he wasn't saying much. Just muttering a lot of apologies and begging me and David to look after you."

"Undecided." Kurt answered. "For now, the home stay is a duration of two weeks. After the two weeks is over Blaine and his dad will decide whether an extension is needed or if he's stable enough to return to school. Blaine promised to call me every day though and his dad agreed to allow me weekend visits. That's… that's good. It won't be too difficult. Two weeks isn't really that long."

"He might stay home longer though." David reminded him and Wes 'sshed' him. "I mean, I'm sure he'll be back in two weeks. Everything will be great, no need to worry."

"We're here for you, Kurt." Wes said. "We'll help you through this. Though for this to work effectively, I should be the only one to give speeches of the comforting kind." He looked pointedly at David.

"I'm tired." Kurt told them. "I think I'm just going to go to sleep."

"We can walk you back to your dorm." David offered.

"No thanks." Kurt replied. "I think… I feel like staying here tonight."

"Of course." Wes nodded in understanding. "We'll leave you now."

"Night, Kurt." David said moving across the bed to hug the ivory-skinned boy.

Wes gave him a light hug too before he took David's hand and led his boyfriend out of the room.

After using Blaine's bath products to wash up for the night, Kurt stripped down until he only wore Blaine's baggy black sweater and his underwear. Snuggling under the covers, he settled down trying to find sleep. For a long time, he tossed and turned but dreams finally beckoned him into a peaceful slumber.

The following morning, he woke up to find Wes and David pressed against either side of him. He let out a groan as he realised the two were tangled around him in such a way that it was impossible for him to move without waking them. Letting his eyes fall shut again, he decided he should just rest until Wes and David got up. In the early hours of that morning, Kurt learned that David sometimes talked in his sleep. From what Kurt could make out, David was having some very vivid dreams; the erection digging into Kurt's hip was added proof of that.

To Be Continued

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