Bells chimed lightly, signaling the end of classes for the day as the boys of Dalton Academy filed in neat, orderly lines out the door. Blaine tried not to shove past them all so he could get home faster to see Kurt. Rule number one was to always be a gentleman.

When Blaine first started coming here, he couldn't believe how well-mannered the students were or how fancy the school was. He was even more in awe that he got to go there. One of the few perks of living in Dalton House was the automatic scholarship all the boys received, dependent on keeping their grades up and not breaking any of the rigorous rules at the prestigious school. So far they had all done well (except for Sebastian almost losing his shit a few times) and flourished. It was jarring going from an airtight budget at home to the gilded splendor of the school.

Not everything was sunshine and lollipops though.

Dalton had a zero tolerance bullying policy, but old money knows when you are just a damaged kid from a home on scholarship. They might not outright taunt you or hit you, but they treated you differently. That's why all the Dalton House boys stuck together.

Blaine made it out to the courtyard by the fountain where he always met the others when someone collided with him.

"Oof!" Blaine cried as Trent literally knocked the wind out of him.

"Sorry, Blaine." Trent apologized from where he lay atop his friend. Blaine ignored the stares and mocking grins of some of the more snooty students as they filed towards the parking lot where their shiny new cars were. The boys both scrambled back up and dusted off their blazers.

"It's okay, T." Blaine sighed and looked down. "Your shoe's untied."

Trent immediately bent down to tie his shoe as David sauntered up with Sebastian in tow.

"That absolute bastard docked me two points for a smudge on my paper and he knows it! This is because I called him out for having the wrong formula in class the other day!" He wadded up the paper in his hand and threw it towards a trash can, only for Trent to wobble as he stood up and get smacked in the face with it.

"Ow..."

"Oh Sebby, when will you learn?" David teased the fuming boy. "You can't push the teachers here when you don't have the juice to back it up."

Sebastian shoved David's arm away where he had leaned against his shoulder and ignored Trent trying to return his crumpled paper.

"I don't care who has money or powerful friends or any of that bullshit! Right is right and wrong is wrong!"

All the boys had heard this rant before. Although they agreed with him, they knew there was probably nothing they could do about it.

"Well, we know you're smart. I can totally see you going to Harvard or some shit." David said as he took the paper from Trent and tucked it into Sebastian's bag. The lanky teen just rolled his eyes and huffed.

"Blaine, are you alright?" Trent asked. The curly-haired boy was checking his beat up old pocket watch and tapping his foot. He stopped to look at the other three boys and smiled winningly.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

"Damn boy. You got it bad for little ol' Kurt don't you?" David nudged him and wiggled his eyebrows. Sebastian rolled his eyes again and crossed his arms.

"I... I don't know what you mean." Blaine smoothed his tie down as Trent giggled.

"You have a crush on Kurt?" Trent bounced up and down like a little kid. Blaine swallowed hard and avoided all eye contact with everyone.

David gave Blaine a hardy pat on his shoulder, causing him to wince. "B. It's cool. And Kurt is pretty. For a guy. If you ask me, his cooking skills are what really makes him boyfriend material though." Blaine was crimson at this point.

Sebastian scoffed and looked down his nose at the others. "I don't get all of your obsessions with the twink. So he makes decent pancakes and can clean a little. Who cares? He's probably just some scam artist bumming shelter and food. I wouldn't be surprised if he was gone with all our shit when we got back home."

"Take it back!" Blaine growled. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides. Sebastian blinked. Blaine had never stood up to him like that before. He was usually so passive; he just smiled and moved on. But this? Sebastian admired a little feistiness. Maybe after Kurt got bored and moved on, Blaine would hold onto it.

"No." He smirked. Blaine looked seconds away from jumping on him. He took a steadying breath.

"Look, I don't know what your problem is with Kurt, but he didn't do anything to you! Leave him alone!"

"No." Sebastian's eyes glittered.

"I'll make you."

"Oooh, you would love to get your hands on me wouldn't you?"

"Whoa, whoa. Why do Sebastian and Blaine look like they are about to fight?" asked Nick who had just walked up with Jeff.

"Please don't fight." Jeff said worriedly. Trent's head swiveled like he was watching a tennis match.

"Sebastian," Blaine started. "You're my friend and brother, but I have needed to say this for a long time: I am not into you. I didn't want to be rude or hurt your feelings with outright rejection hoping you'd take the hint, but I'm tired of this. Lay off me and leave Kurt alone. He hasn't done anything but be nice to you since he got to our house yesterday and you have treated him horribly. So knock. It. Off."

Achoo!

"Bless you," David said to Nick without taking his eyes off the posturing boys in front of him. Jeff wordlessly handed Nick a tissue from his pocket who took it gratefully.

Sebastian was staring at Blaine like he had just punched him. "Tell me how you really feel, Blaine. This is good. Wes is always telling us to get our feelings out."

Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!

"Bless you."

Jeff took his wide eyes off of Blaine and Sebastian long enough to pat Nick on the back. Something growing nearby must have been kicking up his allergies.

"You are mean and judgmental and think you're better than anyone else, but you're not. You're just like the rest of us. So stop pretending like you know everything."

Sebastian grinned wickedly. "You're right, B. I should learn my place. How about you teach me?"

"I might."

Aaaachoo!

"Okay, now you're just looking for attention." David told Nick as he watched his friends carefully. He was trying to keep things lighthearted for Jeff and Trent's sake, but he knew Blaine was almost over the edge. He had seen Blaine go off one other time when Nick threatened to steal his picture of his mom and it had been like trying to hold back a rhinoceros. Blaine had a long fuse, but when it was out, he was an animal. He waited carefully to see what they would do. Technically they were still on school grounds and they would be immediately suspended for fighting. It was the end of the day though and the school was practically empty so David didn't think there was much of a chance they would be caught. Still, he would stop them before Sebastian pushed Blaine too far. Sebastian was an excellent button pusher.

"You know who I should get to teach me is Kurt," Sebastian purred. His hard eyes were the only thing betraying how ticked off he was. Blaine gasped involuntarily and stepped back. "Yes," Sebastian continued with a smirk. "Since you're not interested, I should just put the moves on him and let Kurt teach me a few things about my place. I bet he would like it underneath me."

Blaine's eyes were a golden fire as he launched himself at Sebastian with a snarl. David was waiting and sprang into action, deftly grabbing the collar of Blaine's blazer and yanking him back. Sebastian didn't flinch, but instead leaned towards Blaine.

"I bet he makes the most delicious noises-"

"Shut up!" Blaine yelled as he struggled against David.

"Both of you stop it! You're going to get suspended and then Wes is going to murder you both." David said calmly.

Nick stepped in and got between Sebastian and Blaine so he couldn't make eye contact. "Let's chill out and go home. Look, you guys are making Trent cry."

Sure enough, the youngest of the Warblers was cradled in Jeff's arms with tears streaming down his face. The fire behind Blaine's eyes died immediately and Sebastian had the good sense to look ashamed of himself. Sebastian reached over and ruffled Trent's hair in a surprisingly affectionate gesture before stalking away towards the path home. The rest of the boys followed wordlessly with Jeff and Nick walking on either side of Trent. Jeff had his arm slung around Trent's shoulders and he was scrubbing sheepishly at his face. Blaine trailed behind the rest of the boys with his hands in his pockets and eyes downcast.

He could have really blown it. All the hard work Wes put in for them and he was willing to throw it away because Sebastian taunted him a little. Blaine knew he needed to sort his thoughts so he wouldn't allow himself the reward of seeing Kurt when he got home. He would go sit and think, effectively putting himself in time out until Wes got back and he could talk to the much wiser man. He was still pretty pissed at Sebastian, but he realized he probably said some things that weren't very nice, however true.


The hallways of McKinley were mostly quiet and dark save for a few after school club meetings. One of which that was the glee club unfortunately. Sue tried to ignore the treacly sweet music floating down the hall as the annoying teens butchered yet another one of the classics. She was sat at her desk at the end of the day, twirling her glasses around and trying to come up with a brilliant plan to get Becky and herself out of this mess she had created. The ringing of her cellphone broke her out of her thoughts and when she saw who was calling her, she hastily answered it.

"Becky? Did you catch our lost kitten?"

They had decided to use code just in case anyone was listening. Not that Sue was worried. She was the one who spied on people, not the other way around. The only person she would expect to try something would be Schuester and he couldn't find his way out a vat of hair mousse to save his life.

"Negative, Coach," Becky replied. "The kitten has wandered away. Should I keep looking?"

"No." Sue wanted to punch someone in frustration. "Fly home, little bird. We need to regroup and try again tomorrow."

"Yes, Coach!"

The phone went silent and Sue opened her journal to try and relieve a bit of stress. She was several minutes into her entry when someone knocked on the door frame.

"Hey, Coach Sylvester?"

It was the Jones girl that was temporarily a Cheerio on her squad. At least until she quit. Probably because of some lame lesson from glee club. Sue let her pen fall onto her desk.

"Have a seat."

She did so before pulling out one of the missing persons flyers that had haunted Sue's dreams the night before.

"Artie made these for Mr. Hummel and I just wanted to see if you would consider- Oh!" She looked down at Sue's desk as the coach slammed her journal shut. "I see you already have one."

Beside her journal on the desk was the slightly crumpled paper. She fixed a somber look on her face and nodded slowly.

"Porcelain was- er, is a valuable member of my squad so of course I would have a valid reason to have one."

Mercedes blinked at her for a few moments before shaking her head. "Okay. We wanted to know if we could put a few of these up around here and in the gym. Everybody is canvassing the town, but so far no one has heard anything. I know the police have interviewed a few of us-"

"The police?" Sue squawked. That would mean she would be next!

Mercedes nodded, eyes big. "Yeah, they won't tell anyone anything, but the gossip is that he's been kidnapped!"

Sue nodded again calmly, but inside she was a nervous wreck. She just hoped it didn't show on her face.

"Do they know who might have kidnapped him?"

Mercedes shrugged. "I'm not sure if they have any suspects, but I don't know who would want to hurt poor Kurt." She stood and pushed the chair back into place. "Thanks for putting these up." She lifted the handful of flyers. "We are organizing a candlelight vigil in the park for him on Sunday. Mr. Hummel is coming and I wanted to know if you would like to since you are his coach and all. The glee club is going to sing. Just trying to raise awareness, you know?"

Sue smiled. The last thing she wanted to do was sit through a glee club performance, but this would be a good way to throw suspicion off of herself and casually find out if anyone knew anything.

"Anything to help dear, sweet Porcelain. I'll be there."

Mercedes smiled weakly and left the office. Sue opened her journal back out, a plan finally forming in her mind...


Kurt sighed in satisfaction at the gleaming floors. He was kneeling in the kitchen and had just finished them after working all day. It felt good to be able to have control over something in his life right now, even if it was just dust bunnies. He massaged his sprained shoulder as he admired his handiwork and glanced at the clock. The guys should be back soon, so he would have a short break before he prepared the dinner he had planned.

He put all the cleaning supplies and his apron away before rushing to the bathroom to fix his hair. At first he just sat there unsure of what to do, but as he started messing with it, his movements seemed easy, practiced, like he had done them a million times before. Happy with the results, he shot himself a grin in the mirror before relaxing on the couch with an old magazine.

He was about halfway through when the door opened and the Warblers filed in, shucking their blazers and ties. They all made it about halfway through the living room when they froze and stared at their surroundings like they had never been there before.

"Did someone steal our dishes?" Trent asked as he observed the spotless floors and tidy shelves. "Why do I feel like I'm in a different house?"

David grinned. "Because it is a different house. Damn, Kurt! Look at you go!"

Nick sniffed the air. "What's that smell?"

"It's called Pine-Sol and your floors were desperate for a good cleaning." Kurt admonished him lightly. Blaine alone was quiet, staring down at the floors with a sullen expression. As the others explored the clean house, Kurt sidled up to him.

"So, what do you think?" Kurt bumped shoulders with the slightly shorter boy.

Blaine gave him a half-hearted smile and scraped a toe on the floors. "It's nice. I think I'm going to go do homework in the bedroom."

Kurt was a little disappointed that Blaine didn't seem as enthusiastic as the rest of the guys, but he wondered if something was wrong. Plus, he didn't notice his hair. Maybe Blaine wasn't interested in him anymore.. He sighed and watch Blaine slip into the bedroom before being distracted by the others.

"Dude! Did you guys know the rug was actually grey and not black? 'Cause I did not!"

Kurt clasped his hands together and approached Jeff. "Is Blaine okay? He seems... off?"

Jeff's smile fell and he bit at his cuticle. "Um, yeah. He got into a fight with Sebastian."

"What happened? Like a verbal fight or a real fight?"

"Uh, you better let him tell you."

David patted Kurt's shoulder. "Don't worry. He'll come around. He just needs a minute."

Kurt nodded and went to the kitchen to start on dinner. He hoped David was right.


Burt sagged into his armchair with a sigh and sipped from his freshly opened beer. The police officers had just left after questioning him thoroughly for the better part of an hour.

What puzzled him to no end was what they had found missing when they searched through his things. Some of Kurt's new clothes they had just bought (he remembered because of how damn expensive they were. He could almost hear his son's annoyed voice saying, "You have to invest in good clothes if you want them to last, dad!") The thing was, everything else was still there. His wallet and cellphone were missing, but the police had tracked it to where it had been thrown in a dumpster a block away from McKinley. Something wasn't adding up. Kurt wouldn't have voluntarily left those things behind, let alone throw them away. He was practically attached to his cellphone on a normal day, but he knew how important it was he answer his father's call while he was away.

It didn't spell out anything good and that's what was causing Burt's stomach to twist in knots.

He was desperate to find his boy, whole and safe. The guilt was eating him alive after the police asked him if one of his political enemies could have done something to Kurt. He hadn't gotten a ransom call or note, but Burt definitely had some enemies and all the scary scenarios he was imagining in his head was doing nothing to calm his anxiety.

He set his beer aside and got up. Walking over to the old entertainment center, he opened a cabinet and pulled out a VHS. Kurt was constantly nagging him to put the old home videos on DVD, but there was just something nostalgic about watching the original. He found the right tape and popped it in the old VHS player he had also saved from his son's clutches.

You are the sunshine of my life

That's why I'll always be around

You are the apple of my eye

Forever you'll stay in my heart

A much younger Burt and a six year old Kurt were dancing around together to the old song while Elizabeth giggled from behind the camera. Tears streaked down his face as he slumped back into his chair. He watched the video all the way through before rewinding it and watching it again. The tv glowed in the quickly darkening living room, playing the scenes from a much happier time in Burt's life. He sniffed, angrily swiping at his face.

Standing quickly, he turned off the tv and grabbed his keys. His mostly untouched beer sat dripping condensation on the coffee table as Burt left the house to go look for Kurt a while longer. He knew Kurt would worry about his heart and health, but he couldn't stand sitting around while his baby was out there somewhere scared and alone.

A thought had occurred to him after the cops had left and it was plaguing his mind until he couldn't stop thinking about it. The last person to see Kurt was the Cheerleading squad and coach. He knew they would be interviewed by the police as well, but he wanted to get some answers for himself. He had always been a hands on kind of guy and the instructions of, "Let us handle everything" he got from the police didn't set well with him. He would go talk to Sue Sylvester himself and see if she had any clues about his son's whereabouts.

He was going to find Kurt. He had to. He hummed a few bars of the song before singing quietly to himself and pretending Kurt was there in the car beside him, singing along like normal.

You are the sunshine of my life, baby

That's why I'll always stay around

Can't stop me, babe


Dinner was quiet at first.

Everything had been loud and teasing and laughing between the boys until the front door opened and Sebastian walked in behind Wes. The exhausted home manager had been apprehensive at finding Sebastian outside again by himself, but at least he wasn't hurting himself this time. Sebastian didn't offer any explanation or even chuckle when Wes asked him if another boy with amnesia was sleeping in David's bed.

Something was off.

They made their way inside to find the table set and the food ready. Wes nearly cried at how clean everything was and they were all joking around when Blaine came out of the bedroom wearing a somber expression.

Something had happened.

Wes fought off a stress headache. He just wanted to go one day without a catastrophe. Sebastian was one of the toughest cases he ever had, but oftentimes the toughest cases were the most rewarding and he had no intentions of giving up on him.

That attitude almost flew out the window when David suddenly piped up at dinner.

"So, Blaine and Sebastian almost got into a fight."

"What?"

"Wow, way to tattle David."

"We didn't fight though!"

"What kind of fight?"

"Like a fist fight."

Wes dropped his fork and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Dare I ask where?"

Don't say Dalton don't say Dalton don't say Dalton...

"Well, technically we were still at Dalton-"

"Boys!" Wes stood suddenly and motioned for Sebastian and Blaine to follow him outside. They did so wordlessly.

Blaine couldn't even meet Kurt's eyes. He was ashamed of himself. Kurt watched them leave and waited a few moments before addressing the others.

"David, what were they fighting about?" David tried to wave away his concern, but Kurt shook his head and smoothed out his napkin.

"Please tell me. The last thing I want is to cause tension because I'm such a burden..."

David sighed and took another sip of his water before setting it down and folding his fingers together on top of the table.

"Kurt, let me tell you something. All of us are here in this group home for a reason. Some of us have had to look after ourselves longer than others, but we've all had to deal with some difficult situations." The other three bowed their heads at this, silently agreeing. "However," David continued, "we have all tried to be there for each other when no one else would. Everybody wants to be seen being nice to the messed up kids, but no one really wants the full responsibility. Most people just can't be bothered.

"We are a burden to society, or at least that's how we feel most of the time. So it's nice to focus on helping someone else instead of feeling like we take up too much space in the world. Sebastian... yeah the dude is angry, but he's got his reasons. He was dealt a rough hand and had to put up with more bullshit than a kid should have to. Yeah, he huffs and he puffs, but ultimately he's just a scared kid like the rest of us that takes everything way too hard. You've got friends here, Kurt.

"In summary, shut up and let us be nice to you." He finished with a charming grin and the others around the table followed suit. Kurt smiled back at them and raised his glass in a mock toast. The other four raised theirs as well.

"To the burdens." Kurt smiled.

"Here here!"


"What part of zero-tolerance do you two not understand?" Wes hissed at the two teens in front of him.

They were standing on the porch so they could have a bit of privacy, but Wes was so close to yelling. Sebastian seemed to not have a care in the world. He leaned against the front door on one arm and examined the nails of his other hand, but Wes saw him flinch. Blaine was giving him the most earnest, contrite face he had ever seen with puppy dog eyes that would put those sad dog pound commercials to shame. Wes ran fingers through his hair, not caring if it got messy. "Do you not get that if you were caught even yelling at each other, it's over? No more scholarship, no more chances to get into a good college, and possibly even being shipped off somewhere else. Is that what you want?"

Blaine vehemently shook his head and even Sebastian's face had paled a little.

"Of course not Wes! We will be good, I promise. I don't want to leave. I'm really sorry." Blaine said all in one breath.

Sebastian looked down at a moth trying to make its way to the porch light. His arms were crossed now, but he didn't have that stubborn bend to his mouth.

"We are sorry, Wes. I realize what sacrifices you make for us. It won't happen again."

Wes breathed a sigh of relief and gestured between the two of them. "Don't tell me you're sorry. Tell each other."

Blaine turned to Sebastian first, ever the peacemaker. "Seb, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said such mean things. Although you do need to back off, I should have stayed calm."

It was quiet for several moments as Sebastian mentally fought with his pride. Blaine and Wes waited patiently, used to his antics. "Sorry," he muttered. "I was... inappropriate. But honest. Time and place."

They knew this was the best they would get at this point. When Sebastian first arrived at the home, they could barely even get him to spit an insincere apology, let alone something like this. It was progress.

"Okay, so no more arguments at Dalton. Those pricks have enough to lord over you. Don't give them any more ammunition. If you have any more disagreements, we save them for sharing circle, okay?"

They mumbled acknowledgement. No one liked sharing circle except for Trent, who treated it more like show and tell.

As the three of them entered the house, they were met with a huge burst of laughter. Blaine's eyes immediately found Kurt who was doubled over at the table with tears glistening from laughing so hard and his face scrunched up adorably. Jeff and Nick were laughing hard too, leaning against each other. Blaine smirked. One of them needed to make a move.

"So then the manager told us we had to leave and that's the story of how we aren't allowed back in the Dunkin Doughnuts on 5th anymore." David finished with a chuckle. Blaine felt his face get hot.

"You told him that story?" he groaned.

Kurt giggled again while wiping his eyes. "Oh my god. You have to be making that up."

"No it's true!" Trent exclaimed with a laugh. "I smelled like hazelnut for a week!"

"And you should have seen Blaine!" Nick said, ignoring said boys glare. "He had so much glaze on him that looked like a little doughnut himself!"

"It's true. To this day they have our picture behind the counter on the 'do not serve' list." David added. Even Sebastian cracked a smile at the memories, or at least he did until he saw Blaine smiling at Kurt. He would have to do something about this soon.

After everyone had calmed down enough to stop laughing, they all finished their dinner and cleaned up together. Then Wes called for another Warbler practice so they again pushed all the furniture to the walls and got into formation. This time Sebastian took part and seemed to be in a better mood which relieved Kurt a bit. He hated to think that he might be the cause of tension between all the friends. Kurt watched from the sidelines and clapped enthusiastically after each song. Blaine took every opportunity he could to glance over at the blue-eyed teen and trade smiles as they made their way through the set list. As they were practicing "Hey, Soul Sister" again, Nick noticed Kurt tapping his foot and wiggling in his seat like he wanted to dance. With a lopsided grin, he pulled him out of his seat and began to twirl him around. At first Kurt had no idea what was going on, but he went with it and happily danced with Nick and then Jeff. Soon Trent and David stole a dance as well with Kurt only having to redirect David's eyes to his face one time. The next thing Kurt knew, David spun him into the chest of Blaine and they both stared at each other breathlessly for a few moments. The rest of the Warblers continued the song, dancing around with each other as Blaine cleared his throat and reached out his hand.

"May I have this dance?"

"Yes. Yes you may."

They danced together, oblivious to the knowing smirks and one irritated frown of the other boys.

Blaine could only wish upon every star outside that Kurt could stay forever. He felt a little bit bad about it, but obviously someone didn't want Kurt and he did! He had never met anyone like Kurt before and he intended to do everything he could to keep him by his side. It was like magic had plucked him out of his old life and deposited him right into Blaine's. He wasn't going to argue with magic.

They danced and sang and fooled around for a while longer before Kurt decided he needed a drink. He excused himself from a reluctant Blaine to the kitchen as Trent pulled Blaine into a goofy dance. Kurt didn't notice that Sebastian had slunk into the kitchen until he was right behind him at the sink.

"You seem to be having a good time."

Water sloshed over the edge of the cup into the floor as Kurt jumped at the sudden voice behind him. He laughed nervously as he searched for a towel to sop up the spilled liquid.

"Oh, hey Sebastian. Sorry I didn't see you come in behind me."

Sebastian just hummed in response as he watched the slightly shorter boy clean up his mess. "Just checking on you. You seem to be feeling better."

Kurt smiled. Maybe Sebastian had just been a bit grouchy the day before and he was feeling nicer today. Kurt would take what he could get.

"Oh, yeah I actually am. My shoulder still hurts and so does my head, but I don't feel as woozy as I did yesterday."

"Good," Sebastian cooed. His eyes were bright. "Still nothing rattling around in that pretty little head of yours yet?"

Kurt was slightly unnerved at the predatory look in his eyes, but he shook it off. "Um, my memories?" Sebastian nodded. "No, I still can't remember much. I keep getting these flashes-"

"Pity. I can't imagine what all the people you left behind would think." Sebastian stepped back suddenly and leaned a thin hip against the counter. Kurt followed him, leaning on the counter as well.

"What do you mean?"

Sebastian waved in a disregarding gesture and adjusted his tie. Unlike the rest of the guys, he usually kept on most of his uniform besides the blazer. "Oh, I just mean your parents, friends, teachers... boyfriend..."

Kurt gasped and clutched his glass tighter. "But, someone left me for dead! Shouldn't there be someone looking for me if they cared? If I had a... a boyfriend?" He gulped.

Sebastian smiled warmly, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Well, you said it yourself. You don't remember. So there could be anything or anyone left behind."

Kurt sat back and stared at the now very shiny refrigerator across from him. "You think I could have a boyfriend?" It was practically a whisper, but it was loud enough for Sebastian to hear. He shrugged and wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders.

"Who knows? Cutie like you though? How could you be single? I'm just saying. Maybe you should be extra careful not to lead anyone on until you know your past." He hadn't said Blaine's name directly, but Kurt got the message loud and clear. Sebastian gave him a hearty (almost too hearty) pat on the shoulder and headed back towards the living room.

"Sebastian?"

He turned and looked to the pale boy who now had a somber countenance. "Yes?"

"Thanks. I'll be careful. I promise." Sebastian just stared at him for a few beats before jumping back into the fray.

Back in the kitchen, Kurt sighed. What would he do if he was already with someone? He was definitely starting to get a crush on Blaine, but he didn't want to hurt anyone. His headache returned full force and he rubbed at his temple.

What was he going to do?


Songs used:

Sunshine of My Life- Stevie Wonder

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