A/N: So... then this happened. It's... kind of random, I think. Anyway, this was prompted by an anon going by Cutiepi97, who asked for a chapter in which Wes and David, after finding out about Kurt's bullying, introduce Kurt and Blaine. Only when I started writing this I realised that it might've actually really gone together with the gossip website chapter, but since that was already posted at that point, I couldn't combine them anymore. Also, I suppose it might have made more sense for a chapter like this to take place in season 1/early season 2, but I feel like I've already done that at least a couple of times, so I did this instead. Oh - the POV in this is not really a one-character-POV. I hope that's not confusing or anything :)

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"What are you two doing?"

Wes and David looked up from the computer screen simultaneously, only to find their fellow Warblers council member Thad eyeing them oddly. Not that this was the first time, though.

"Nothing," the two said in unison. David hastily grabbed a notebook from his bag and wrote something in it with a stray pen lying on the desk.

"This is the third time we did that this week," he informed Wes.

"And it's Tuesday afternoon now," Wes said. "What was our record again?"

"Let's see…" David flipped through the notebook. "I think that was around Regionals. In one week, we said the same thing at the exact same time… thirty-seven times."

"A gossip site? Really?"

Both boys whirled around. Apparently, Thad had already given up on getting an answer from them, so he'd gone straight to the source: the computer in front of them.

"It's too funny," David commented. "It's not from Dalton, don't worry. I think – yeah, it's the site of the school paper of McKinley High."

"As in, McKinley High's New Directions?" Thad asked. "Why are you looking for juicy gossip on our former competition?"

"It's not just about their show choir," Wes replied. "Just – this whole school is completely crazy. The things they write – everyone must've gone mad there. And from what we've read, it's a miracle that the Glee club can function well enough to win competitions, because they're smack in the middle of all the drama."

"How fascinating." Thad gave the computer one last disapproving glance before he left again.

Wes and David, however, weren't done yet. There was still so much to read, and from what they could see, there had been a new issue published already.

After reading a couple of blind articles, mostly about cheerleaders or former cheerleaders, David pointed at the screen. "Look, it says here that there's already a follow-up to this article…"

Wes clicked the link and they were met by a larger article titled 'Trouty Mouth turned gay?' Both boys scoffed at the title. "That's ridiculous," Wes muttered. "Are these people actually stupid enough you can turn someone gay?"

Beneath the title, a photo of two boys, one patting the other's back, was printed. "That's their proof?" David asked incredulously.

"At least now we know why public school kids think Dalton is a gay school," Wes commented. "If patting each other's back is considered gay… we must be super gay to them, or something."

David squinted at the picture. "It kind of looks like a motel room, though…," he said thoughtfully. "Still… it's insane."

They then proceeded to read the article accompanying the photo. The boys wouldn't be surprised if the person who'd written this had made everything up, because there was no way that dating a girl who may or may not be a lesbian could cause a person to become gay. It was also noted that the blond boy was, according to the article, had turned gay, had always been rather friendly to the other boy in the picture, who, apparently, was actually gay. The article ended with a warning not to get too chummy with gay people, lest you were turned gay yourself – obviously the worst fate anyone could get, according to the author.

"That's so offensive," Wes commented. Shaking his head, he scrolled down to see if there were any comments already. It turned out that there were. Over a hundred, to be exact. Most people lamented the fact that Sam Evans – 'Trouty Mouth' from the title, the boys assumed – was now gay, because he was such a nice guy, such a great football player, and so good-looking. A lot of comments also criticised the original author for blaming the ex-girlfriend, though the main reason for that seemed to be that a lot of guys had dated her or slept with her, and if this guy was now gay because of her, they all risked becoming gay as well.

"I wonder if they took the stupidest people of our generation and sent them all to McKinley," David muttered. "Oh, look here." At some point, the comments had become more and more cruel, and everyone seemed to be, well, cyber-bullying the school's gay kid. Now, they were not just angry because he'd 'turned the other boy gay', they started throwing in the most colourful language Wes and David had ever seen or heard. Then, the comments got so vicious – promises to wreck the boy's car, to beat him up, to do worse things than they'd ever done before – that the two head Warblers closed the window.

"So," Wes started.

"Didn't see that coming," David said.

"You don't think they're actually going to do all those things, right?" Wes asked.

David took a deep breath. "There's only one way to find out."

o-o-o-o-o

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Wes asked, staring at the school building.

"I'm sure I don't want to go through with this," David replied. "But we're here now, and we came with a mission, so…"

It was two days later, and the two boys had decided to pay a visit to McKinley High, to see what had happened after that article had been published. Currently, everyone seemed to be in class. Wes, however, soon found a newspaper lying on the floor next to a row of lockers.

"It's a new paper," he muttered, and David walked up to him to read over his shoulder. On the front page, another large photo of the front of the motel was printed. Above it were the words 'Trouty mouth: not gay, just homeless'.

"Frankly, I think something must be wrong with these people if they think being gay is worse than being homeless," David commented.

"You and me both," a voice suddenly sounded from a couple of feet away. Standing there was the boy who previous articles had said was gay. "Why are you here, though? Don't you have class?"

"Free period," David piped up.

The boy looked impressed – maybe he was only mock-impressed, though; Wes and David didn't really know. "A free period that's long enough to drive from Westerville to Lima and back, and even pay a visit to McKinley?" he asked. "You're kidding, right?"

"Okay, yes, we are," Wes conceded. "We read some articles on the school paper's website and decided to come check up on you. Even though we obviously don't know you, but you still know we go to Dalton."

The boy nodded. "Yes, perhaps if you wanted that fact to remain a secret, you shouldn't have worn your uniforms. Why would you want to check up on me? I can take care of myself."

"There were threats on that website," David replied. "Because everyone thought you'd turned that other guy gay."

The boy shrugged, though he did look a little uncomfortable. "Nothing they haven't done before. And Sam just got up during lunch yesterday to announce to the entire school that, while there's nothing wrong with being gay, he himself is straight, has always been straight and will always be straight, most likely, and that it's impossible to turn someone gay. I mean, if it would, a lot of gay people would've been turned straight if only because of all the bullying. Plus… there is some sort of protection against bullies now. Not that they're always around, but it helps."

"Okay," Wes said after a short pause. "That's… good to hear – what was your name again?"

"Kurt Hummel," the boy introduced himself, holding out his hand for Wes and David to shake.

"It's nice to meet you, Kurt Hummel," Wes said almost pompously. "Now that we've established that we are actually supposed to be in class – don't you have to be elsewhere?"

Kurt shrugged. "Some people threw their food at me, I had to clean myself up. I might as well skip the rest of the period now."

Wes and David exchanged looks. "Come on," David told him.

"Who, me?" Kurt asked, hesitantly following them as they walked off. "Where? And I do have other classes today…"

"We're taking you to see Blaine," David replied.

"What?" Kurt sounded thoroughly confused now. "Who's – why?"

"Blaine," David repeated. "Our openly gay lead singer. He's gone through hell and back at his old school, at least, that's our impression. He won't really talk about it to us. But it might benefit you, you know, talking to someone who's gone through similar hardships, knowing that you're not the only one."

"Is he some sort of part time therapist, or something?" Kurt started sounding a little annoyed. Even so, he was also still following Wes and David. "Do you do this often? Seek out bullied gay kids in all of Ohio and then take them to see your wise leader? Are the Warblers only a cover for some sort of weird cult? What – hey!"

Having reached the car, Wes had opened the door to the backseat and was now attempting to get Kurt to sit there. "I promise, we're all perfectly normal," he told the other boy. "Just – we'll bring you back here later. And you've still got your phone, so you can always call someone. In case you're wondering, we're not kidnapping you."

Kurt scoffed. "It certainly seems like it."

"We didn't exactly think this through," David commented once they were driving. "Now we have to drive to Lima and back another time today. We should've just brought Blaine with us."

Wes shook his head. "You know how Blaine gets when he has to miss class for whatever reason." Turning his attention to Kurt, who was sulking in the backseat, he added, "We're actually also hoping you'll get Blaine to talk. As far as we know, he hasn't talked to anyone about what happened to him, which is kind of worrying. It's not like we're dying to hear the entire story, but he just needs to let it out."

Kurt didn't comment; he just narrowed his eyes slightly and kept on glaring. He didn't even sing along when Wes turned on the radio; then again, maybe Top 40 and hip-hop weren't Kurt's favourite music genres.

Both Wes and David tried to strike up a conversation with Kurt multiple times, but it was obvious that, although the boy was not protesting or trying to get out of the car (however dangerous that might be on the highway), he was not about to act all friendly.

Finally, they arrived at Dalton. No matter how hard he might be trying, Kurt couldn't quite disguise the fact that he looked rather in awe of the school. Still, it didn't take a lot to get him to enter the building, where Thad appeared to be waiting for them – which was weird, because they hadn't told him where they were going or when they'd be back.

"Where were you?" he exclaimed. "All the teachers – wait. Who's that?"

"This is Kurt," David replied. "Kurt, this is Thad. He's also a Warbler."

"Did you just decide to go out and kidnap someone to bring back to Dalton, or what?" Thad asked, frowning.

Kurt shrugged in response, while Wes said, "No, we didn't. Have you seen Blaine? Is he in his room?"

Now it was Thad's turn to shrug. "I don't know. He could be. Probably?"

"Let's just go," David decided.

Soon enough, they'd reached the dorm and knocked the door. Blaine looked slightly confused when he opened it, especially when he caught sight of Kurt.

"Um… guys?" he asked. "What's wrong? I'm actually kind of busy right now…"

"This is Kurt." Wes decided to go straight to the point now. After all, they also needed to get Kurt back to Lima some time today. "You two need to talk."

As Wes and David turned around and walked away, Blaine frowned. "Why do we need to talk?" he asked Kurt. "And… who are you? Where did they find you?"

"They thought it would help us both, my name is Kurt Hummel, and they found me at my school in Lima," Kurt rattled off. "Having said that, I don't really have a clue why they brought me here."

Blaine sighed. "Well, you can come in for a moment, if you want to?"

"I might as well," Kurt decided.

"So… did Wes and David give you any clue, though?" Blaine asked as Kurt sat down at the only chair available, before awkwardly plopping down on his bed himself."

"Like I said, they thought it might help us," Kurt replied. "Knowing that we're not the only gay teens getting bullied… swap life stories, I'm not completely sure."

Blaine shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. "Wes and David are… kind of weird sometimes. I'm sorry for them."

"It's not your fault," Kurt told him. "And… I suppose they're kind of right. Sometimes it's easy to forget I'm not the only person getting bullied in high school. Sure, there are enough online communities to share stories, but that never really appealed to me. You know, that your story's just there for the whole world to see. Even if those sites are mostly password protected, you never know who reads it. It may be anonymous, yes, but still."

Blaine inclined his head in agreement. "I've never been a huge fan of those either," he admitted. "I'm just not sure if I can just tell you what happened to me, just because Wes and David dropped you off here, or because you're being bullied. Sorry about that, by the way."

"Again, not your fault," Kurt reminded him. "And sure, that's… understandable. I don't think that I'm currently at a point in life where I'd just tell a complete stranger what's going on at school. Half a year ago, it was much worse. I might've told you if you'd seemed genuine enough and just asked. But… not now."

"You're probably going to say, again, that it's not my fault, but I'm still sorry you came all the way from Lima only for… this," Blaine said. "If I'd known what those two were planning, I would've just told them to give you my phone number."

"Are you sure you're not a part time therapist?" Kurt asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Or maybe even a full time one? You seem far too accustomed to this whole procedure to be doing this for the first time."

"Not a therapist, sorry," Blaine replied, and Kurt rolled his eyes at the apology. "I've tried to help some people out before, but I'm definitely not a professional. At all. And I don't think I'll ever want to be a professional."

Kurt nodded. Turning to the desk, he said, "I'll just write down my phone number… here. We'll figure something out." He scribbled his number on a random note.

Blaine scurried over to the desk in order to retrieve the piece of paper before he would lose it among all the other things lying on his desk. "Thanks," he said awkwardly. "I'll text you later so you have my number as well and we'll… talk."

Kurt nodded. "Sounds like a plan. It was… nice meeting you, Blaine, despite the somewhat weird circumstances. I'll go and look for your friends now, they promised me a ride back to Lima. I'll see you around, yeah?"

When Kurt disappeared around the corner, Blaine wondered for a split second if maybe he should've helped him find Wes and David. Well – it seemed like it was too late for that anyway. Closing the door, Blaine leaned back against it. He would really need to talk to his friends some time soon. The amount of craziness seemed to grow every week. But before he did that, he really needed to save Kurt's number on his phone. He'd promised to keep in touch, after all, and who knew what would come out of this.


A/N: I hope that all made sense to you! If you have any questions, let me know. Please review! :)