A little more than halfway through the driving his phone went off and he pulled over so he could press a few buttons to answer the call already ready to go on the windshield before he got back on the road again.

"Blaine, its Mercedes. It's after 4 all the glee club members have tried calling him. Even Mr shue because we were all worried about him, but he's not picking up, Puckerman skipped school and went to see his dad saying he was late for glee. He's not there. Burt said he left that morning and hadn't seen him since.

Mike also said the jocks were being funny that day too, they kept snickering about something and looking at all the glee club members as though we did something to him, and not once did they slushy us, which is abnormal for them, they must know something." Mercedes informed.

It had to be serious, and Blaine's own heart was pounding. Kurt had to be okay. It kept screaming at him.

He had to be okay.

"Did anybody talk to the jocks?" Blaine questioned.

"No…"

He couldn't blame them.

"You guys should confront them with Mr Shue. At least that way no one would have to worry about getting hurt, anyway I'm driving into McKinley now okay, where is the choir room? I'll meet you there,"

"Second level down the hall,"

"Alright be there soon,"

Blaine forgot what going into a high school was like, he knew within the first 10 minutes that he was lost he kept wondering down when he saw a jock throwing a mobile up and down as though it was a ball and looking smug at something. Blaine decided to confront him, since they didn't know he was gay, he could pass for straight with what he was wearing, to ask about Kurt.

"Um Excuse me?"

The guy stopped throwing the phone looking like a dear in red lights turning to face him with a fake expression but when he saw him the look changed into a sense of relief.

Blaine had a nagging feeling he knew what happened to Kurt and he was about to ask something to keep him there when the phone went off and a light flashed on the mobile. Blaine looked to the phone and saw his picture come up.

Only one person could have that.

It was from his Zumba classes.

"Hey! What are you doing with Kurt's phone?" Blaine asked when he saw the name Rachel calling.

He knew Mercedes mentioned the girl.

"Minding it for him," The jock shrugged pretending to look sincere.

"Where is he? I'm here to watch his performance," Blaine lied.

The jock narrowed his eyes at Blaine as though he held a weapon and next thing he knew he was running.

"Hey!" Blaine called running after him. He kept his eye on the red jacket and being shorter was at his disadvantage as the stranger kept running far ahead of him. Eventually the footballer dropped Kurt's phone without realizing it, and Blaine stopped to pick it up.

Heart flattering in his chest as he saw his picture flashing again. Now was not the time to feel butterflies in his stomach at the thought of Kurt having his picture as his background picture.

"Kurt?" Blaine called hoping the boy was around in hiding from the jock.

"Kurt it's Blaine, let me know if you're here," He called again.

Blaine sighed as he kept wondering and found a door at the end of the hallway.

Well there were several doors but something was strange one of them which was slightly ajar. He peered inside and could see it was a gym with the lighting of the afternoon sun entering the room. He tried glimpsing inside the keyhole and saw the guy that had run away was in there he was hovering over a locker talking to it.

Blaine's eyebrows narrowed. The guy kept pacing the room and looking towards a locker.

Then he heard something unforgiveable.

"Kurt I'm sorry. I can't let you out; but you gotta let me know you're alive in there, "

Blaine's blood ran cold as he stepped inside to face the guy.

"Let him out now," Blaine fumed.

The guy turned and looked at Blaine was a ghost. Blaine crossed his arms over his chest trying to look intimidating.

"Let him out NOW before I call the police,"

Instead of doing the request he threw a key into Blaine's hands who just caught it. Kurt's phone was now safe in the pocket of his jeans.

"You tell anybody about this, I'll kill you." The chubby boy said before fleeing giving Blaine a dirty look.

Blaine froze at those words closing his eyes. When was the world going to stop the hate?

The silence of the room brought him back to reality. "Kurt," He shouted hoping the boy would hear him but no reply.

you gotta let me know you're alive in there

The jock's words came back as he frantically tried to open the door with non shaking hands, it finally snapped open with a pull.

"Oh my god," Blaine breathed when seeing the gorgeous boy limbs spread all around him, he was paler than usual on the bottom of the locker as though he had been trying to sit down, his hair was standing on end, he looked in shock as though he woke up from a heavy sleep, and he could see bruises on the boy's arm which looked like it's been scraped probably from when the footballer pushed him in.

Blaine reached for the boy and gently pulled him out.

"Blaine…" Kurt whimpered.

"You're okay," Blaine said tears forming his eyes.

I'll kill you

He didn't care if any danger came to him, he couldn't let this happen again.

"Blaine…" Kurt didn't seem to be able to form any other words.

"I'm here," Blaine said quietly kissing his forehead. "I'm here baby,"

He heard a beeping sound which made them both jump, and then he remembered Kurt's phone in his pocket. He went to grab it and it was a call from Mercedes.

"Kurt! Thank god…are you alright hon?"

"Sorry Mercedes its Blaine," Before Mercedes could panic again he continued "I got Kurt,"

"Thank heavens," Mercedes said. "He was in the boy's gym," Blaine added.

"The boy's gym? The guy's looked there, they said it was locked," He could almost see Mercedes frowning.

Blaine gently rubbed circles in Kurt's back as the boy clung to him. Blaine pulled Kurt so that he was sitting in his lap having sat on the floor so he could hold him.

"Mercedes if I tell you something, can you please not straight away tell the others?"

Mercedes agreed and he told her about Karofsky.

"They threatened to kill you?" Kurt whispered as though frightened the jocks would come back. Blaine forgotten that Kurt was listening, he had been so quiet.

Blaine nodded solemnly.

"How dare they!"

"Kurt…"

"No, they can't just do that to people, you of all people don't deserve that Blaine,"

Blaine smiled. His diva was back.

"Neither do you Kurt, nobody does,"

Blaine agreed kissing his forehead before answering Mercedes on the phone. His left arm continued to gently stroke whatever part of Kurt he could reach.

"I don't know. I think we should report to the hospital and then the police," He answered when she asked what he thinks they should do.

"I don't need to go to the hospital, I'm okay." Kurt rejected.

"Yes you do," Blaine argued.

"I'm fine Blaine honestly, I just fainted."

"You were attacked," Blaine told him sternly sounding slightly irritated,

"Kurt stop arguing with Blaine, he just saved you from the bullies, we couldn't find you anywhere. Had he not come all the way from Westerville you could have been there till morning as he said!" Mercedes reasoned with him.

"I…I'm sorry," Kurt looked ashamed at Blaine eyes beginning to grow tears again then looked alarmed "What about our date!?"

Blaine chuckled.

"More important things to worry about; Like a trip to the hospital,"

Kurt groaned.

Blaine cancelled the night with his mates, explaining a little bit about what happened and rang Kurt's dad who thanked him for finding Kurt.

At the hospital they said something about a syncope when Kurt was feeling dizzy and lightheaded and like he was running out of air was actually the symptoms of fainting. Mr Shue had called principal figgins, and all of the football jocks were suspended until they found out who was the cause of what happened.

Kurt's dad met them there too.

"Jesus Kurt, why didn't you tell me any of this was happening? I was worried sick about you,"

"I didn't want you to worry about me,"

"It's my job to worry about you Kurt. I'm your father,"

"I know that…"

"Sir? If I may?" Blaine interrupted as Burt looked to the boy who had saved his son.

"I think Kurt needs to rest, it might be in best interest if he just agrees to talk to you next time? Make a compromise?"

Burt narrowed his eyes at Blaine pulling his baseball hat of his head.

"What exactly is your relationship with Kurt?"

"I…"

"Dad!"

"No it's okay, we met at Zumba, I'm a dance instructor sir,"

"Okay….and you just happen to be at Mckinley?"

"Mercedes was worried, she called me thinking Kurt might be with me because I had asked him as a date to meet my friends for dinner they were all taking someone with them…and that's how I came about bringing him to the hospital, I found him locked in the locker and …"

"Yeah I gathered all that part, do you go to school?"

"No…"

"Are you studying or have a full time job?"

"No but I…"

Blaine looked down feeling disappointed in himself as he remembered his own father.

"Dad…please, not now."

"Kurt I have a right to know who you been seeing,"

"I'm sorry, visitor hours are over Mr Anderson. Mr Hummel we're gonna let you out tonight after we checked all your injuries" A nurse interrupted.

"I should get going, I'm just glad you're okay," Blaine sighed as he patted Kurt's hand before apologizing to Burt on his way out. He felt like a coward but Kurt's father scared him as he rushed out of the hospital.

"Blaine!" Kurt called but Blaine pretended not to hear feeling gutless.

It shouldn't bother him what adults thought of him, but something told him that Kurt needed a lot more than a guy who only survived on $50 a week and didn't follow his dreams as he should have.

Kurt was worth so much more than that.