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I Disclaim.

Blaine paced back and forth outside the common room, his hands clasped tightly behind his back as he walked the same path back and forth.

"You're going to burn a hole into the carpet." A voice spoke.

Blaine turned with a glare before continuing his pacing. "I don't want to talk to you right now, Michael."

Michael stared at him for a moment before sighing softly and sitting down on a chair across from Blaine and the common room door. The two remained silent as they heard the sound of French words from inside the room. It seemed as though the gruffer voice was easy and controlled, while the higher one was close to hysterical.

Blaine turned towards Michael once more. "What are you even doing here?" he sighed softly, falling into the seat across from him, his feet aching from so much pacing.

"I could ask you the same thing; the common room is open to all Warblers."

"Last I heard you weren't a Warbler any longer."

Blaine watched as Michael flinched before staring down at the floor. He finally noticed that the male looked tired and sick. His face was still bruised from when Kurt had slapped him. But more than that, he just looked plain defeated. "I've done a lot of bad shit, huh?" Michael finally spoke after a few silent moments.

Blaine looked at him and rolled his eyes. "You've fucked up big time." He murmured.

Michael sighed softly and held his head in his hands. "I'm just….he's amazing. You know? And I just keep doing everything wrong. All my words come out so horrible in front of him. I mean, I was cruel and horrible. Because someone hurt me a long time ago and I suddenly got it into my head that the only way to function was to show anyone I would ever be interested in the same amount of cruelness. To hurt them too."

Blaine stared at the boy who was suddenly spilling his guts. But it was a good distraction from worrying about what was going on with his boyfriend and his father behind the oak doors.

"Then Kurt comes along, and suddenly I want to do things like sing to him and take him on dates and make him smile all the freaking time!" he chuckled softly, laying his head back on the chair. "I'm going to a therapist." He murmured. "And my first step towards getting better was apologizing to everyone I've ever hurt." Michael sat up to stare at the Warbler. "I'm sorry, Blaine." He murmured. "You're really, really lucky to have Kurt."

Blaine smiled at him before frowning and mumbling. "Not for much longer."

Michael raised a brow. "Why do you say that?"

"Kurt's father is in there, he wants to take Kurt back to France."

Michael's eyes widened. "He can't just do that!"

Blaine shrugged softly. "There's nothing we can do."

Michael sat back for a few moments before looking towards him. "What if Kurt was in danger with the man, surely the school wouldn't let him take Kurt."

"But-"

"Kurt's father is an abusive asshole, if we just get the school to listen…"

"How do you know Kurt's father is abusive?"

"I heard him talking to that nurse, Brittany, a while back."

Blaine nodded his head. "That just might work, Michael."

At that moment Kurt slammed open the common room door, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He stared at the two boys in front of him, looking so close to crumbling that Blaine's heart broke. "Kurt?"

The boy's lower lip trembled slightly as he shook his head.

"He wants me to go back." He whispered softly, rubbing his wrist and Blaine looked down to see finger shaped bruises already forming.

Burt Hummel chose that moment to walk out, looking unscathed as he fixed his suit slightly and took Kurt's wrist. "Come on Kurt, let's go talk to your headmaster." He spoke before pulling him along.

Blaine and Michael looked towards each other before making their plan.

"Blaine, Michael, you know that abuse is a big thing to be threatening someone of." Headmaster Evertson spoke to the boys.

The two nodded their heads in unison. "I know it is, Mrs. Evertson. But you've got to believe us. Mr. Hummel is the one who sent Kurt here in the first place for being gay." He spoke earnestly.

Headmaster Evertson seemed to grow cold then as she nodded at the two boys. Blaine knew he had struck a chord. The headmaster had a lesbian daughter that she fully supported and was one of the leaders for the gay rights campaign in Ohio. "Are you positive boys?"

"Just look at his wrists Headmaster! The fingerprints will fit perfectly with Mr. Hummel's!" Michael spoke, and Blaine found he liked working together with the boy instead of fighting like cats and dogs with him.

The Headmaster nodded her head. "Don't worry about a thing, boys." She smiled softly then. "I can't honestly let a student like Kurt get out of my hand's, he's done wonderful things for Dalton's test scores. And I know the Warblers haven't had a countertenor in years."

Blaine chuckled and smiled softly. "Thank you, Headmaster."

Michael nodded his head as the boys both stood.

"Do you think that we did the right thing?" Michael murmured softly as Blaine sat next to him, fiddling with his fingers and staring at the headmaster's door where Kurt and Burt were talking to Mrs. Evertson.

"We'll find out." Blaine murmured as they sat in silence.

"Do you think that Kurt will forgive me?" Michael spoke again after a few silent moments.

"Are you done being an asshole?"

Michael chuckled softly and nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm done."

"Kurt's a wonderful guy, he'll forgive you." Blaine chuckled. "He's too kind for his own good."

Michael smiled softly to him before leaning back in his seat. "What are you going to do if Kurt has to go back to France?" he asked softly.

Blaine looked at him, shaking his head. "I'll never let that happen."

The two stared at each other for a long moment before Michael broke the silence once more. "You really love him, don't you?"

Blaine chuckled softly. "You have no idea how much I love him. He's…..he's the only thing I've ever wanted….and more."

Michael smiled softly, running a hand through his hair. "You're lucky."

"I know."

At that moment, the Headmaster's office doors opened.