It's time to finally share my exciting news. I've been meaning to for a little while now but I kept getting caught up in rants and feeling sorry for myself. But here it is. So you all know Angela (SquirrelzAttack), my beta and awesomely crazy friend? Yeah, well me and her have been chatting a lot (like we do!) and come to a decision. Ready?

WE'RE WRITING A COLLAB!

I'm positively thrilled about it! We've already written two chapters... neither of them happen to be the first chapter so we can start publishing, but whatever. We're writing it and it's so much fun :)

I had something else to say/ask but I've completely forgotten... damn. You know I'll upload this chapter then remember a second later...

From Kat3418: Kurt only discovered Sam's situation when Sam delivered a pizza to Dalton...what if Kurt and Blaine were just hanging out as friends and when Kurt expressed his concern for Sam, Blaine sees how caring Kurt is..or something...

Directly after the prompt of last chapter, this came to my inbox and I was rather confused. I like it :) I did say I was going to be beating someone up this chapter that wasn't Kurt or Blaine... so yeah.

And, since there's no more Warbler screen time, I'm going to have to make up for it by throwing Warbler parties whenever possible. Like now!

Pizza

"Kurt! Blaine!"

Wes and David came running up to the couch where Kurt and Blaine were sprawled with a stolen bowl of chips between them. They paused when they saw the chips, both grabbing a handful and stuffing them in their mouths before Kurt pulled it away disapprovingly.

"What?" Kurt asked, eyeing the two hyped-up Warblers in front of him.

"We have a very very very very very -"

"WHAT, David?"

"- very very important question to ask you two."

Kurt sighed. "David, I already said I'd go get the pizza when it got here." Beside him, Blaine rolled his eyes.

"No, not that." Wes butted in, swallowing the last of his chips. "We need to know who's hotter!"

Kurt groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch. Usually he would just refuse to answer but considering how hyperactive the two boys were, they weren't going to take no for an answer this time. "Wes," he said, not really caring. "Can you go away now?"

Wes whooped and ran away. David stared at Kurt for a few seconds before grumbling under his breath and storming off.

"I'd apologize for them but I think that started wearing thin about two weeks in."

Kurt turned to Blaine who was looking resigned. "It's alright. At least it's not a New Directions party where everybody gets drunk. Though they're sure acting drunk."

Kurt surveyed the group of Warblers who were, for the most part, chilling out on couches and eating the various junk food strewn around the room. Nick and Jeff were arm wrestling on the floor and Wes and David were running around asking everybody pointless questions.

His phone buzzed and he checked it to see the message from the pizza company. "Okay, pizza's here. Want to help me carry them up?"

"Sure." Blaine rose from the couch, stretching slightly before following Kurt out of the room. They chatted aimlessly as they walked down the stairs and into the lobby where a guy was bringing in a stack of pizzas. He placed them down before pulling out his clipboard. "Order for Warblers?"

"Sam?"

Sam looked up and immediately paled. "Oh... Kurt. Um, hi."

"Hey, I didn't know you delivered pizzas?" Kurt looked at Sam closer who was shuffling his feet and looking at the floor. He suddenly swayed on his feet and Kurt grabbed his arm. "Woah, steady there. Come on, sit down."

Sam let Kurt lead him over to a bench where Kurt took another look at him, noticing the bags under his eyes and the still-pale colour of his face. He heard Blaine suck in a breath behind him, thankfully staying out of the way as Kurt ducked his head to catch Sam's eye.

"Want to tell me what's going on?"

Sam shook his head, starting to push himself off the seat. "Nothing, I'm -" He swayed again and Kurt grabbed his arms, pushing him back down.

"You're not fine."

"Kurt, I still have pizzas to deliver." Kurt took a look at his uniform and realized it was familiar. Turning around, he caught Blaine's eye who immediately stepped over as Kurt beckoned to him.

"That's the company Thad works for, isn't it?" Blaine took a look at the uniform and nodded.

"Want me to go get him?"

"Please. Tell him to bring his uniform too." Blaine grabbed the stack of pizzas and quickly made his way back up the stairs as Kurt turned his attention back to Sam.

"You know Thad?" Sam nodded, looking tiredly at Kurt. "He's going to finish your orders for you."

"But - I can't.."

"It's alright, we're not going to tell anybody and you'll still get paid." Sam sagged in relief and Kurt realized that had been the issue all along. "Sam, what's happening?"

Something must have convinced him, or perhaps he was sick of keeping it inside (because Kurt doubted he'd told anybody else) but the story spilled out. "My dad lost his job and neither of my parents can find work. We got kicked out of our house and we're staying in the motel at the moment. I've been working night shifts trying to bring in money, I can't do afternoons because I have to look after my brother and sister."

His face crumpled and Kurt immediately sunk down next to him and wrapped an arm around him. "Sam, I'm so sorry." He rubbed his back as the boy cried, looking at him sympathetically. It was probably the first time Sam had been able to let his emotions out and Kurt immediately resolved to do all he could to help his friend out.

There was a thudding on the steps and Blaine appeared with a uniform-clad Thad in tow. Kurt gently unwrapped his arm from around Sam before taking his clipboard and keys and walking over to Thad who was hanging back.

"Here's the rest of his orders. Do you have to stop back in at the store once they're delivered?"

"Yeah, should I just tell them that I needed to check my shifts so I volunteered to run back while he hung out with an old friend? They won't care, just as long as someone signs for the deliveries." Kurt blinked. He hadn't even though of a cover story.

"That would be fantastic. Thanks, Thad." He nodded, taking a glance at Sam before taking the items from Kurt and heading out the door.

Kurt looked up at Blaine who was still hovering, unsure of what to do. "Blaine, he's dead to the world. He needs a place to sleep tonight, then we can get him back in the morning."

"Nick's roommate is out for the weekend," Blaine replied immediately. "And Nick will probably be crashing in the choir room with the rest of the Warblers, so we'll put him in there. Is - is he okay?"

Kurt shook his head. "Not really. I'm going to sit with him for a bit longer then we'll get him up to the room. If you could just -" he hesitated, trying to find the nicest way to tell Blaine to do something else.

Blaine was already nodding. "That's fine, I'll just be in there." He pointed to one of the rooms off the lobby. "Call me when you need to get him upstairs."

Kurt nodded. "Thanks, Blaine." As Blaine left, he tried to figure out what was in that look that Blaine had given him, before shaking it off and heading back to Sam who was still shaking and wrapping an arm around him.

"Blaine?"

Blaine dropped his book and quickly made his way out of the room to see Kurt standing with a tired Sam leaning against him. He immediately made his way to the boy's other side, helping him walk as they made the slow ascent of the stairs.

While they walked, Blaine allowed his thoughts to drift. As soon as Kurt had realized what was going on with his friend, he had dropped everything to help him out and make sure he was okay, and Blaine found himself admiring Kurt for that.

Not that Blaine needed much of an excuse to admire Kurt nowadays. Something had been changing in the way he looked at his friend lately, and he wasn't too sure what it was or how to approach it. All he knew was that he wanted to spend a lot more time with Kurt, which thankfully always seemed to happen.

Sam stumbled a bit and Blaine wrapped his arm around him tighter, feeling Kurt do the same as he murmured something to him reassuringly and Blaine felt his heart swell again. Kurt really was a wonderful friend.

They finally made it to Nick's room. Blaine pushed open the door (he had sent Nick a text outlining the situation and making sure the room was unlocked) and stepped back, leaving Kurt and Sam to themselves for a few minutes. He heard the sound of blankets moving, then soft murmuring from Kurt.

After five minutes, Kurt slipped out and shut the door quietly. "He's alright now," he said to Blaine's unspoken question before sliding down the wall next to the door.

Blaine immediately dropped to his knees in front of him. "Kurt? You okay?"

Kurt nodded, staring at the floor. After a few seconds he looked up at Blaine. "Nobody at McKinley knows."(1)

Blaine's breath caught. "You mean he's dealing with that alone?"

Kurt nodded. "I can't believe nobody else has realized he's a walking zombie. I can't believe I didn't know either."

This stumped Blaine. "What - how were you supposed to know?"

"I'm still in contact with these guys, Blaine. I spoke to Sam a couple of days ago online, he was at the library doing an assignment. I should've known -" Kurt dropped his head to stare down at the floor again.

"No," Blaine said firmly, lifting Kurt's chin so he could look in his eyes again. "It's not up to you. You don't see him every day like the others do. And considering what you've done for him in one night is more than any of his friends have done at all, you shouldn't feel guilty in the slightest."

Blaine could see that Kurt was still doubting himself. "I just wish I'd been a better friend to him..."

"Okay, stop right there." Blaine actually couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Kurt, you are an amazing friend. You put everybody before yourself, no matter what. If I were Sam, I'd be incredibly grateful to you right now. Just watching the way you handled things tonight - it moved me Kurt."

And now Kurt was looking at him with a careful hope in his eyes and Blaine just knew what was coming next. His hand was still under Kurt's chin and he gently slid it up so it was cupping his jaw, his fingers trailing lightly along Kurt's cheek.

"You move me."

And he leant in and kissed him.

Kurt responded instantly to the gentle pressure and Blaine sighed as he felt how perfectly their lips fit together. Finally, a small voice inside of him piped up and he smiled into Kurt's lips, allowing it to linger for a second longer before pulling away.

There was a second of silence.

Then - "Well, I hope Sam isn't that grateful."

Blaine snorted and got to his feet, holding out a hand for Kurt. "Come on, there's a party for us to get to, with a whole bunch of people to tease us once they find out we're a couple."

"Well, didn't you just make that sound terribly appealing." Kurt smirked but allowed himself to be pulled up, casting one last look at the door before Blaine linked their arms together and lead him down the hallway.

(1) This is before Quinn finds out.

I think Sam would have burnt himself out at some point.

I also realized that none of the students at either McKinley or Dalton seem to have a job unless they're having a financial situation, yet they all have new clothes, the best mobile phones and can afford to go out for dinner and coffee all the time. Um, hello indulgent parents? Hopefully this doesn't offend, but if I don't work, I don't get money. If I do get money, I get small amounts, enough to buy food and occasionally an item of clothing or something. I may be wrong but it seems like these kids just get money handed to them. (Yes, I'm aware it's a show. It's also a depiction of teenage life and not every teenager gets however much they want to buy whatever they want).

Sorry, but that just gets to me, especially right now when I'm unemployed and nobody is giving me money.