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Blaine had to force back a shocked laugh, "what?"

From the other boy's initial response, Kurt wasn't sure if he dare repeat it so he kept quiet.

"Kurt... is that what your nightmare was about?"

The boy ducked his head, curling in on himself a bit more- his dream had definitely featured the scenario, but it wasn't the cause of his nightmare. Kurt guessed this was because he knew deep down Blaine could be trusted, however, despite this, he was pretty sure the idea was what triggered it.

In truth, Kurt's life was full of 'what if' s and, honestly, it scared him. What if Karofsky had gone that step too far and killed him? What if he'd listened to his dad and gone to the garage that night? What if he'd capitulated into the demands of the notes that were shoved through his locker? He didn't want to think about it.

"Kurt?" Gingerly, Blaine reached out his hand and placed it hesitantly on the other boy's shoulder in comfort. "..Is this about the boxing? Because Kurt-" he peered through the boy's arms which were curled around his head, leaving a tiny gap for him to look through and which Blaine now used to meet the blue eyes with his. "-I assure you, I'm not a jock."

Kurt dropped his arms a bit, his knees still brought up by his chest.

"Do you remember what I told you before? About what happened to me at my old school?"

A nod.

"Well, after..it happened, I found myself getting so angry- constantly angry- about everything. I refused to even try and make friends because I was so certain I would hurt them... the bullies who- y'know- anyway, they kept telling me my 'lifestyle choice' would always hurt those who were close to me. And for a while, well, I believed them. After I first came out, my dad just kinda stopped talking to me and mum left, my brother soon went to L.A. to start his acting career and I was just alone.

So I bottled it all up- the pain, my feelings... I just stopped it all. Then, now I think back it was just after I moved to Dalton. I'd been here about a week and then, one day, I was just called into The Dean's office. Apparently a few of the other boys had noticed I kept pushing people away and my anger and had brought it to his attention. I was panicking all the way there- I mean, what if he kicked me out? I'd have to move back in with dad, even if it was only for a bit and I knew he wouldn't want me there. Why would he? I wrecked his marriage."

Kurt was now sat up slightly straighter, watching Blaine through curious eyes as he reminisced in his past.

"But I'm still here, so he didn't kick me out. No, instead he handed me a key- told me to join some clubs to help 'relieve my anger'. Then he did something I didn't expect- he told me to get changed into my sports kit and meet him by the sports hall in ten minutes- he'd write me a pass to excuse me from lessons."

"I went and was surprised to see him also in a dark tracksuit. Asked for the key he gave me earlier- thankfully I had transferred it into my trouser pockets- and then opened up the door. I can't tell you how shocked I was- shocked that he trusted me with it mainly. I didn't think I was worth it. After a quick warm up, he showed me the boxing bag, telling me to give it a go and try to focus all my negative emotions on it and it worked. I no longer felt so angry when I was fighting back, even if it was just on a harmless bag of hanging sand. We did that all day, just me getting taught some techniques- footwork, how to throw the punches correctly, wrapping hands. We didn't stop doing it when we finished though and I kept it up, day after day, learning to defend myself and, honestly, it felt good.

I had spent so long just running and now I finally felt like, if it ever happened again, I could stand up for myself. Eventually, sir started entering me in competitions and usually, I would win. Even claimed a few titles for myself but, if I was honest to myself, I wasn't really having fun. I didn't like hurting someone else, it felt too much like I was becoming one of the people who had hurt me. So I stuck with the bag instead.. Kurt, I'm not a jock, I use boxing to defend myself, a way of dealing with my past without hurting others in the process."

Blaine reached out, taking Kurt's hand in his and silently rejoicing when Kurt didn't flinch away. Maybe he hadn't lost the trust the shy boy had placed in him?

"And I'd never intentionally hurt anyone without an extremely valid reason and them being able to fight back just as well as I can."

Slowly, Kurt nodded and offered Blaine a small smile which the other boy returned, squeezing his hand lightly.

"So.. I don't think I can really sleep after that, would you maybe like to watch some Disney?"

Kurt nodded, after his nightmare, he doubted he'd be able to sleep again without a nightmare. He wasn't sure if he wanted to sleep again if he was just going to dream of thing like that.

"Awesome! Do you want to pick?" Blaine asked, showing Kurt his DVD collection which Kurt looked at for a moment before gingerly, yet decisively, pointing to Tangled. Blaine grinned and brought it out, placing it in his laptop.

Little did Kurt know he had just chosen one of Blaine's personal favourites.

When Kurt woke up the next day, he felt completely disoriented as he struggled to figure out where he was. His back was pressed against something hard whilst what he was sat on felt softer, more squishy. Something tickled his face and Kurt automatically pulled away, opening his eyes to find out what it was. A long, curly piece of black hair...

...attached to Blaine's head.

In shock, Kurt fell back, surprised when a falling sensation jolted him and he hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Wha- Kurt?"

Kurt looked up, embarrassed and frightened at the concept of having fallen asleep with someone on there bed. His eyes met a worried Blaine who peered over the bed with bug eyes.

"Are you alright?"

Kurt nodded, heart still racing- where was his pen and notepad? Blaine, seeing the other boy's confusion quickly climbed off the bed, picking up the book from where Kurt had placed it last night and helpfully passed it to the porcelain teen.

Kurt speedily turned to a fresh page- 'what happened?'

"I'm guessing we must have fallen asleep during Tangled... whoops"

'Oh yeah... just, why were we in your bed..?' Wrote Kurt, blushing, but he did want to know. Even though he was sure it was completely innocent, he needed to know. After before, being too physically close to someone scared him, although the prospect of being that close to Blaine didn't as much. But maybe the feeling that he was like that with the curly haired teen frightened him more.

"What do you- oh. Oh! No, nothing- no, it was because the floor wasn't very comforting and my laptop's only small. I didn't- no." Blaine stuttered out, turning the same shade of red as Kurt who immediately felt a wave of relief wash over him. At least nothing bad happened like- Kurt cut off his thought there.

"Anyway," said Blaine eventually, face still red, "umm, breakfast..?"

"I don't think they're here, all there is is stinky feet and scraps of dropped food," said Theo, crawling on his hands and knees under tables and examining people's shoes. It had earned him many weird looks but thankfully no one questioned it, used to him and his twin doing things that weren't considered following the status quo. It was almost a daily occurrence for those at Dalton and nobody even mentioned it before, learning that if they did, the answers would be in riddles anyway.

"Yeah same here- ow!" Fors replied into his walkie talkie, rubbing his head as he was accidentally kicked by an oncoming foot. "Watch where you're going!"

"Hey, I just found a penny!"

"Great, but how's that supposed to help us find Blaine's crush?"

"Find a penny, pick it up and all day you'll have good luck!"

"Pretty sure David found a penny the day we accidentally put him in hospital..."

"Fine, find a penny, pick it up and all day you'll have good luck except if you're David," revised Theo.

"Theo? What are you doing down there?"

"Gotta go, Fors. Myrtle's found me."

"Hey," protested Nick, whilst Jeff and Trent exchanged grins from behind him. "I don't even know why you call me that anyway. It makes no sense."

"Well my dear Nick-"

"-let us inform you," Fors finished, joining his twins side and brushing the dirt off them lightly.

"You remember when we first got pulled into the Harry Potter fandom-"

"Well, around that time, you were being extremely.."

"Irritating?" Theo supplied.

"Yeah, irritating."

"Oh, but what if Jeffy doesn't like me back?" Theo said in a high pitch, whiny voice, impersonating Nick.

"Does my hair look nice, does he even notice me?"

"He said hi to me today! This is definitely going in my diary!"

"Okay, I never said that, and I sound nothing like that!"

"Yes you do, Nick," said Fors, waving it off.

"Besides, Jeff wasn't much better," continued Theo whilst Jeff blushed.

"But there's only one Myrtle and we couldn't call you both the same- it'd get confusing."

"So, sorry Jeff, but it was Nick who won the title-"

"-we found he.. connected.. so much better to the character."

"But you must remember, we call you this out of the fondness of our hearts."

"Not because you actually do live in the toilets and scare everyone off with your unceasing caterwauling.."

"Or that you're a ghost who everyone avoids.."

"Y'know, nothing like that."

"Absolutely nothing like that."

"But anyway-"

"-breakfast?"

Soon after, the five boys were seated at their usual table, now joined by Kurt and Blaine. Blaine was slowly, but artfully, feeding Kurt bits of toast as the boy had originally chosen a salad, as per usual. Theo and Fors each had a bagel in front of them, decorated in chocolate spread, candied sweets and sprinkles with a light dressing of melted- was that marshmallows? It was a weird combination but each twin loved it, however, today, they payed little attention to the sugary mess, distracted by their search to find the boy with the black shoes. Nick and Trent each had a bowl of Cheerios, Nick's with extra sugar as Jeff claimed it tasted better like that- and who was he to argue? Besides, it did taste like the definition of awesome.

"Do I have to do this?"

"Yes! If you didn't want to, you should have thought before you spoke last night."

A muttered argument could be heard over the usual morning rabble and the twins looked up, stifling laughs as they spotted David almost pushing Wes over to their table, the Asian sulking as he was dragged. Just before they reached it, Blaine turned around, winking secretly at Kurt before turning his face stony as he turned to stare at Wes. He knew David would try and get Wes to apologize and, especially as the grumbling boy hated doing so, he was going to have as much fun with it as he could.

"Can I help you?"

"Umm, Blaine -yes."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, keeping his expression hostile even though he was cracking up inside.

"Well, David told me to- ow!" David flashed a smile, looking away when Wes turned a bitch face on him, rubbing his ankle, "what was that for?"

David didn't answer, simply allowing a jerk of his head towards Blaine's direction to explain.

"Idjit- anyway Blaine, apparently I'm supposed-"

A pointed cough from David.

"Okay, it has come to my attention..?"

Wes looked over to David who gave him a little nod of encouragement.

"Yes, it has come to my attention that some of the things I said last night may have been interpreted as mean and unsupporting. Completely wrongly of course, but that doesn't really surprise-"

Another cough.

"Anyway, David-"

Cough.

"I-" Wes corrected, shooting a glare at his friend, "I want you to know that I'm completely supporting of you thinking you've fallen in love with someone you didn't even see-"

"Wes!"

"Fine David! Blaine, you're my friend, and I guess if you think you're in love, I'm not going to stop you. Even if most teenagers who fall in love break up after less than-"

"Okay! Well, I'm sure that's the best we're going to get- Blaine, what Wes is trying to say is that he's sorry and if you'll forgive him. Oh, and also that I'm the greatest person in the world," said David, rolling his eyes at Wes when he responded with, "yeah, that!"

"So... Will you forgive him..?"

Blaine looked at Wes for a moment who cowered slightly under his glare before he couldn't hold back his laughter. And once he started, so did everyone else with the exception of Wes who couldn't quite see what was so funny.

"Oh Wes- of course I'll forgive y-"

Blaine was cut off as one of the twins started choking suddenly, coughing loudly as he tried to clear his throat.

"Fors? Fors!" Theo called by his side, banging the other boy hard on the back before his brother eventually managed to clear his throat. "Are you okay?"

Fors looked up, meeting their eyes as he coughed hoarsely again before whispering dramatically,

"...shoes..!"