~VioletCherry342~

Blaine was released from the hospital two weeks later, and Kurt had been there everyday whether Blaine knew it or not. His dad was beginning to get annoyed that he was there at all hours of the night, but he wasn't going to listen to him anyway. Kurt refused to leave, and when Blaine told him he could drive himself, Kurt nearly smacked him.

"I don't think so," He said.

"Kurt, you've been really sweet, but.." Blaine bit his lip. "Really, I'll be fine."

Truth be told? He didn't want Kurt to see where he lived.. Some little apartment on the outside of Dalton academy that needed constant de-bugging and was in a complex filled with hippies. People were always shocked to know he went to Dalton, the preppy, expensive as all get out school that released it's fair share of Important's, knowing he couldn't afford the dorms. It was depressing, really, but his parents really didn't care. Secretly, Blaine wondered if they were hoping he'd just attacked just so they wouldn't have to deal with him anymore and they'd have a great story to tell their friends.

"Blaine Anderson, I am not having this conversation with you," He growled, glaring daggers at the boy. "If I get my way, and I usually do, you are going to have a personal chauffeur to take you freakin' everywhere!"

Blaine whined, sitting back down on the bed, dressed in the outfit Wes had dropped off for him. For a sickening moment Kurt was reminded of how they used to be, playful like this, when they both wanted to be lying on the bed until Finn or someone walked in and ruined things before it got too serious.

"Fine, compromise," He said. "I drive, and you sit with me..like a permit and you're the signed guardian."

"Oh, so I can die with you?" He choked, clearing his throat after the D word. Blaine didn't notice, nor did he care, but Kurt still felt bad about saying it.

"I'm not gonna kill anyone," He complained, pouting his lips and slumping his shoulders as he looked up at Kurt. "Please?"

..Damn honey eyes could get Kurt to jump off a bridge if he asked.

It didn't take much more convincing before Kurt was sitting in the passenger side of his car, Blaine behind the wheel, hands shaking and moving slowly. He had been so sure of himself before, but now that he was really there it was terrifying beyond words. But he'd whined and begged so much he felt bad backing out now.

"Blaine?" Kurt tried.

"Mhmm?" He asked, flinching at the low growl the car let out when he started it.

"You don't wanna do this, do you?"

Blaine looked at him, shocked he could tell something was wrong. No one else would've noticed, and if they did they wouldn't have cared. "I-I'll be okay."

"You're a terrible liar," He said, unhooking his seatbelt. "C'mon."

"No, Kurt, I'm fine..Really," He begged.

"No," Kurt growled, leaning over and unhooking Blaine's seatbelt also, causing the dark haired boy to shiver a little as his fingertips brushed his hip bone. "Move it."

Blaine sighed but did as he was told, lying a hand on his ribs as he walked over to the passenger side. Kurt moved over the arm rest and plopped down, waiting for Blaine to get himself situated before moving to pull out. He offered Blaine his hand, not expecting much, but got a pleasant shock when Blaine gripped it with both of his own hands, eyes trained on the road directly in front of the fender.

"So.." He started. "Dorms?"

"No..." He replied in a small voice, curling up slightly which made Kurt think his ribs were aching. "Start toward Dalton, and turn off the next exit.."

Kurt furrowed his brow but did as Blaine said, letting the smaller boy use his arm as a pillow as he clung to him. The poor boy was terrified and Kurt couldn't do anything about it. "Get a hold of yourself, Kurt," He thinks. "Just drive."

Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt pulled into the lot he directed him to, hearing how his breath just stopped at the filthy walls and disgusting streets, scattered with smoking, giant men wearing leather and headbands as they glared at the shiny little car.

"You live here?" He asked as Blaine pulled away, finding his own folded hands quite fascinating.

"Y-Yeah.."

"But.. All those times at the dorms with Chewy, we.."

Blaine gave him a blank look, and Kurt cut off. "Um..You and I would always hang out in your dorm room.."

And sometimes things got a little handsy.

"I...I must've taken you to Wes's," He replied quietly, letting out a soft little sigh. "I guess I'll go..upstairs now."

"Um, no," Kurt stated. "Not happening."

"What?"

"I know you don't remember me and I'm pushing my luck," He said, looking at Blaine with sad eyes. "But I remember you and I know I'm not letting you stay here in some little dump when I live in a house with a perfectly good room."

"Oh, God, no," Blaine said, shaking his head. "No, I couldn't put you out like that."

"I'm not asking, nor offering," Kurt said. "Consider this a kidnapping. I'm going to get your dog. Now stay."

"Kurt-" Blaine shut up when Kurt fixed him with a glare, before closing and locking the door, walking into the apartment like he owned the whole place. There were wolf whistles, and Kurt flipped someone the bird for the first time in his life, only to receive a death glare and some stupid "Ooooh, burn!" comments. Dear God, these people made Karofsky look brilliant.

Kurt twitched up the stairs, looking for the cleanest door because that would be Blaine's. He scowled at the very loud moans slipping out from under the doors, finally finding the door he was looking for with a growl. Turns out while Blaine was gone, he got a lovely...paint job on his door that made Kurt scoff.

"Pigs," He said, yanking the door open to be greeted with a low growl, then a thrilled yip. "Hey Chewy."

At least the dog remembered him; Made him think Blaine wasn't all just a dream. Chewy came over by him and nudged his hand, his tail wagging fast enough to make his back feet wobble and Kurt grabbed the leash off the key hook, clipping it to his dark collar, glancing around to see if there was anything Blaine might need.. There was his clothes, which Kurt did throw a few in a bag along with his boyfriends pillow and the book that sat on his bedside table. Along with the necessities, (toothbrush, brush, etc.) he figured he'd just send Wes or Dave to get the rest later. Right now, his car and his baby were waiting outside surrounded by cannibals and that didn't work for him. He and the giant dog jogged back down the stairs with the bag, and Kurt let him get close enough to the man who'd whistled at him, teeth bared, so he'd back off.

Blaine smiled when Chewy threw himself in the car, licking his face and nosing his shoulder from the backseat. Blaine laughed, and Kurt's heart melted at the sound, and the fact it still came from those gorgeous lips. "Hey, Chew! How's my baby?"

Kurt hopped back in the front after tossing Blaine's bag in the trunk, pulling out of the lot.

"Aw, crap," Blaine hissed, blushing. "He's kind of a mess.."

He was referring to the fact he was shedding and his feet proved Blaine's apartment had probably been getting dug through, which explained the opened refrigerator...Kurt grinned to himself. "I don't mind."

Blaine bit his lip. "Hey?"

"Mhmm?" Kurt asked.

"Thanks..." Blaine said.

Kurt glanced over, just now noticing he didn't protest much when Kurt offered him a way out of that place, and couldn't help but frown at how long he'd let him live there in the first place...

"You're welcome," He said softly, offering Blaine a hand in a friendly gesture..and sighed in relief and in longing when Blaine took it, and squeezed in return.

I miss you...

MAY I SAY! OMG! I love Blaine and Kurt's voice! Wish every Glee song was theirs. Heehee! Anyhow!

This chapter is for ...see. because girlie girl is sick and is in need of Klaine ;) SO! Hope this was good, missy! :) Get well soon!